DECEMBER 12TH CRIMSON!!!!

[Guest Suicide King]

SJL Crimson Card, for Thursday the 12th of December!

Due Date: Thursday at 4pm, EST

Venue: The Five Seasons Center, in senic Cedar Rapids, Iowa!

Send To: Suicide King

 

 

C4/Insane Luchadore vs "Mountain" Mike Moran/Jack the Ripper

It's a review of C4's debut, as Mike Moran and himself face off again, this time with Jack the Ripper and the "Insane Luchadore" Andrew Rickmen at their sides, respectively. Can the Man Mountian and the Ripper rebound off of loses? Or will C4 and IL make it two wins in a row?

 

 

Janus vs Ejiro Fasaki

SJL Ejiropean Title, 2/3 Falls

After earning his shot on the last Metal, Janus finally cashes in on his shot at the European Ejiropean Championship. The eVil M7 alligned Fasaki, after not fighiting for his title in several weeks, has been in a string defences recently. Will he continue his roll over the competition, or fall victim to the sheer determination of the "Anti-Heel Machine"? Or will that pesky Wildchild factor come into play...?

 

 

Wildchild vs Arianwyn Rivenstone

After a crushing defeat to Ejiro Fasaki several shows ago, the man from the Bahama's re-foucused his crosshairs on Ejrio, swearing his REVENGE~! Of course, he's going to have to get through the brooding Arianwyn Rivenstone, first...

 

 

Johnny Dangerous vs Fugue

SJL World Heavyweight Championship

After getting beaten down on Wrath by the Music Man and his M7 compadre, Ejiro Fasaki, in a handicap match, you can imagine Johnny Dangerous' response to seeing THIS match booked... but much like Janus, Fugue earned his shot at the champion on Metal, and has chosen this date to cash in on it. Will the strange alliance of Dace, Wildchid, and Dangerous himself provide enough confidence for the champion, going into this match? Or will the M7 futher tighten their grip on all things SWF, like they have since their intrduction at Snake Eyes? There's no rest for the wicked... and certinally no rest for our weary champion.

[Guest Suicide King]

In the underground parking garage of the arena a group of reporters stands waiting for the arrival of someone, or so it would appear. Huddled among the collage of reporters, a familiar face sticks out like a sore thumb. The chief Smarks Wrestling Federation and Junior Leagues ace reporter…

 

“Ben Hardy live on location,” begins Ben as he spins around to meet the camera, “where we are anxiously awaiting the arrival of the Smarks Junior Leagues World Heavyweight Champion, Johnny Dangerous!”

 

Suddenly a white Ford Bronco II pulls into the garage, sparking a sudden interest with in the reporter compound. “I think that’s him!” Ben motions for the cameraman to follow him towards the vehicle. “We have a lot of questions that demand to be answered!”

 

The driver side door to the Bronco swings open and out steps the man himself… Johnny Dangerous! Dressed in a jet-black Armani suit, with matching shades, and one golden World Title slung over his shoulder. The crowd’s cheers pour all the way from inside the arena to the parking lot, causing Johnny to crack a sly smile that is often seen on him.

 

“Johnny Dangerous!” shouts Ben while shoving a microphone in Johnny’s face. “Word on the street is that what we saw on Wrath was not a one time affair, but in fact an all new alliance of sorts designed to clash with the Magnificent Seven! What have you to say?”

 

“Wrath? Oh you mean last show. Yes that was quite an unfortunate turn of events.”

 

“What about Wildchild and Dace Night?” questions Ben. “At the end of the handicapped match you took part on, they came out and wrecked the Magnificent Seven!”

 

“Oh, your talking about these two!” Johnny replies with a smile as he throws his thumb out behind him, where the aforementioned duo is stepping out of the Bronco to another roaring crowd response! “Wildchild and Dace Night!” Ben says with a shocked look!

 

“What? You’ve never seen anyone team up before?” Johnny ask the still shocked Hardy. “This is our answer to the Magnificent Seven. Me and Wildchild seem to have a bit of a problem with Fugue and Ejiro Fasaki, so why not join our efforts? It’s the most logical solution if you ask me.”

 

“How does Dace fit into all of this?” Dace himself steps up to the plate to answer the question. “It doesn’t matter what my involvement is. Just remember one thing though. No night is complete with out Dace Night, in your face!”

 

With that the trio leaves the illegally parked Bronco, and heads off into the arena. Ben quickly snaps out of fan mode, straightens his hairline and looks into the camera to give his closing remarks.

 

“Wildchild, Johnny Dangerous, Dace Night! What can we hope to see from these three? What will the Magnificent seven have to say? Will they retaliate against this…. Wild and Dangerous Nights alliance?” Ben pauses for a moment, raising a brow. “I guess we will find out tonight on SJL Crimson!”

 

The theme for Crimson kicks into high gear, with the shows entrance sequence blazing across the screens!

[Guest Suicide King]

Stepping through the arena, ace reporter Ben Hardy coils his way around the hallways of The Five Seasons Center looking for his newest prey. Coming up to a door marked with the insignia of The Magnificent Seven, Ben takes a visible gulp before reaching out and giving the hard door a little rap.

 

** KNOCK, KNOCK **

 

Peeking out the door comes the head of Ejiro Fasaki. Looking to and fro very quickly, Ejiro finally notices the quivering form of Mr. Hardy. Sighing in relief, Ejiro slowly steps into the hallway and shuts the door behind him as Ben begins to speak…

 

“Ejiro Fasaki, I was hoping to maybe get a word with Fugue before his up coming match for the SJL World Heavyweight Title.”

 

“Uh,” grunts Fasaki, “I’m not sure that’s a really good idea right now Ben, Fugue is a little… intense right now. And as much as I really don’t like you and would really just be as giddy as Hamtaro to watch him break your arms off and feed them to you, but I want him to save that aggression for his match with Johnny Dangerous. Maybe in a little while, he’ll be able to speak with you without, you know, killing you and all. But right now, I really don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be in there.”

 

“Well… thanks, I guess. So, do you have comments concerning the upcoming title match as a partner in The Magnificent Seven?”

 

“Sure I do, Ben Hardy, have you ever known me to not want to talk? See Hardy, Fugue has Johnny Dangerous’ number like no other wrestler. Ever since last week, the Musician has done nothing but write the most beautiful symphony of pain I have ever seen. Developing and perfecting every state of his game to a razor sharp edge of perfection. Never has The Harmony been so in tune, and never has it been so inescapable.”

 

“But Johnny Dangerous has been able to counter Fugue’s maneuver twice already. How can you say its perfect?”

 

“Ben, please,” sighs Ejiro, “Last week, Fugue allowed Johnny Dangerous to escape The Harmony, just to show that he could deal with ‘The Barracuda’s’ paltry counter. He wanted Dangerous to try and go back to that Vertebreaker just so Fugue could prove his wrestling acumen by putting Dangerous away with the Tomikazi. To show Dangerous that Fugue is immune to anything the ‘super spy’ can pull out. And once Fugue proves that, The Magnificent Seven will be where they belong, on the top of The SJL.”

 

“And what about the new alliance between Johnny, Dace Night, and WildChild?”

 

“What about them? Those three do not have the will to stay together for the long haul. They are all too arrogant and too different to even make a decent challenge for Fugue and myself. We are the dominant force in wrestling today, and there is nothing that those three can do to stop us. Sooner or later, Dangerous will step on WildChild’s toes and tempers will flare. Mark my words; Dace will be chasing both of them around with a weedwacker before too long. Fugue and I aren’t concerned with that rabble.

 

“Thank you, Ejiro Fasaki … back to you, Axis.”

[Guest Suicide King]

Tag match... what tag match? No tag match here... certainly four people didn't no-show... no. They would understand the horrible, horrible retribution that would befall them.

[Guest Suicide King]

The cameras switch backstage, revealing the medical bay of the arena. One of the nurses is standing next to Janus, who is sitting down on one of the beds and looking grimly calm as the nurse wraps the bandages around his shoulder, while talking to him in that slightly bored air of someone who's said it before.

 

Nurse: "You shouldn't be wrestling with this sort of injury to ruin your shoulder, big guy. But I know your type, you're going to go out and do it anyway, so I'll see you back here after the match...."

 

She finishes bandaging up the giant's shoulder with a firm tug that makes him grunt - and as he stands up, Ben Hardy comes into the room with an eager grin on his face. The giant looks down at him impassively, the expression reminiscent of Hardy's first encounter with him.

 

Janus: "What do you want?"

 

Hardy gulped at the expression.

 

Hardy: "Uh....I wanted to ask you a few questions....on your match tonight.....for the Ejiropean title..."

 

The seven footer stared down at the interviewer before sitting back down on the medical bay's bed, bringing himself that little bit closer to Ben's eye level - but not much. The giant hmmphs gruffly, examining his shoulder for a moment before his piercing green eyes almost literally stare a hole straight through the poor interviewer.

 

Janus: "Talk. I do not have long to wait for my EUROPEAN title match..."

 

The emphasis he put on the title's 'real' name made Hardy shiver involuntarily, before he nodded his head and looked down at the palmcards he had hidden in his hand, so he didn't have to stare up at that intense green eyed gaze.

 

Hardy: "Uhh...the first question, I guess, would be the condition of your shoulder."

 

Janus: "Less than 100%"

 

Hardy almost looked ready to probe for more, but Janus' steady stare made him uncomfortable, so he rushed on with his questions.

 

Hardy: "What're your thoughts on the match?"

 

Janus: "I will win."

 

Hardy: "And?"

 

Janus: "....."

 

Janus just stared at Hardy once more and rose to his full seven-feet. Gulping, Hardy felt the palmcards slipping out of his hands and falling to the floor - and he felt something warm trickling down one leg. The giant scared him in a way he couldn't describe - and with his other questions on the floor, he could only read his last palmcard.

 

Hardy: "...Uhh...last question...then....your thoughts on your opponent....?"

 

Janus: "....."

 

After a long moment, the giant brings one gloved hand up, holding it in front of Hardy's face as if he's going to hit him. Then he just raises his arm, extends his thumb, and slowly draws it across his throat in the universal 'cut-throat' gesture.

 

Janus brushed past Hardy and walked towards the door, expression grim. He touched his shoulder for a moment, then opened the door and let it swing shut. The thunk of it closing sounded strangely _final_ as Ben looked on, then looked back at the camera with a worried chuckle.

 

Hardy: "Guess he's....not that....big...on talking...."

 

With those words, the camera faded back out to ringside....

[Guest Suicide King]

Axis: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to SJL Criiiiiiimson! We've already had a hell of a tag match tonight, and now our first of two title defenses!"

 

Suicide King: "Hah! This one's gonna be a cakewalk! Ejiro's going to be all over Janus and take him down quicker than you can say 'bite me'!"

 

Axis: "We'll see! Janus apparently injured his shoulder on Wrath, and we all know Ejiro's still got his ribs taped!"

 

Before the Suicide King has the time to make a comment. he lights go out, and a spotlight settles on the stage as the gentle opening riffs of "As Darkness Falls" plays across the arena. The fans cheer as the Smarktron shows a solitary figure standing in a room, looking out the window - the camera occasionally changing angle to show the figure's size. As the gentle riff turns heavy, lightning strikes outside the window to reveal Janus' face, yelling soundlessly along with the "ALLLLLLLLLLLL RIIIIIIIIIIGHT!" of the song.

 

Funyon: "Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is a two out of three falls match, and is for the Smarks Junior League Ejiropean Championship!"

 

As the heavy guitar riff continues right into the song's chorus, Janus steps out into the spotlight and walks towards the ring as the Smarktron flashes his name in a deep green colour, then switches through some of the devastating moves he's done so far in his career. The dual high-angle spinebuster on Dace and Jack. The Darkness Falls on Spike. The various hardcore weapon shots he's done.

 

Funyon: "Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Sydney Australia, and weighing at three hundred and fifty pounds....he is the self proclaimed Anti Heel Machine.......JAAAAAAAAAANUS!"

 

When the giant climbs into the ring, he lifts only one arm in a victory pose, as the other can be seen to have tight bandages around the shoulder. He then steps to the opposite side of the ring and rests against the turnbuckle, piercing green eyes fixed on the ramp.

 

Axis: "Well, there's Janus - ready and waiting, and as we can see his shoulder is bandaged tight after that Gore into a wooden crate he did in the Fisherman's Wharf Brawl."

 

Suicide King: "The idiot just creamed himself with an injury that Ejiro is going to take full advantage of."

 

Axis: "Don't count Janus out just yet..."

 

The lights come back on as the riffs of Biohazard's "Sellout" ring through the arena, and the crowd begins to boo loudly as Ejiro steps out on to the ramp, confidently holding his Ejiropean title up in the air. He walks to the ring, not showing any sign of injury from his still-taped ribs, which are hidden by his robe. Funyon raises the microphone to his lips - Janus continues to watch, moving away from the turnbuckle and to the middle of the ropes.

 

"And his opponent, from Sarasota Florida! Weighing in at one hundred and eighty eight pounds, he is a member of the SJL Magnificent Seven and the Ejiropean Champion.....EJIIIIIIIIIIIRO FASAAAAAAAAAAAKIIIIIIIII!"

 

Ejiro climbs into the ring, still posing with his belt before standing on the middle rope and lifting his arms as pyros blast from the turnbuckles. Behind the posing champion, on the opposite side of the ring, Janus watches and waits as Ejiro discards his robe and smugly shows off his title before handing it to the referee. His eyes immediately go to Janus' bandaged shoulder, as the giant looks down at him impassively.

 

Axis: "Now we see how Janus and Ejiro do against each other...."

 

Suicide King: "No, you mean we'll see how Ejiro tears Janus' shoulder right out of its socket!"

 

Axis: "First, he has to _reach_ that arm."

 

It's Ejiro who starts the match off, lunging forward and slamming an elbow into Janus' chest, followed by a second....third...fourth.....the cumulative effect knocks Janus back against the ropes. The Ejiropean Champion attempts an irish whip, but Janus reverse and sends Ejiro flying into the ropes - when he bounces back, the giant hoists him up into the sitout powerbomb position - but Ejiro reverses it into a quick sunset flip that gets the giant off balance - and the champion pins the challenger and leans forward

 

ONE....

 

Barely a one count before Janus thrusts his arm up, and Ejiro gets back to his feet as Janus sits up. Before the giant can fully resume his vertical base, Ejiro grabs Janus' left arm and extends it, before shifting his position and locking in a Fujiwara armbar, torquing the limb and the taped shoulder it's attached to, making Janus grit his teeth as he struggles towards standing, shaking his head viciously at the pain shooting through his damaged shoulder. Ejiro releases the armbar, switching to a wristlock as Janus continues to rise, and the champion springs up to drive a sharp kick into the giant's shoulder, making Janus stagger back, clutching the injured body part as Ejiro steps back, then runs to the ropes.

 

Suicide King: "Haha! That's Ejiro for you! He's going to make sure Janus isn't able to use that arm!"

 

Axis: "And that takes away a good portion of his arsenal. Spinebuster, powerbomb....:

 

As Ejiro comes flying back in and lifts his arm for a screaming elbow, he's stopped dead in his tracks as Janus lifts up one big boot - instead of Ejiro's head going flying however, the champion ends up with his chest colliding full force with the giant's raised foot, and staggers back, gasping in pain and clutching at his chest. The giant captialises, stepping forward and lifting Ejiro up with one arm, then pausing momentarily before smashing the champion's spine into his knee with a pendulum backbreaker, and laying across him, hooking the leg.

 

ONE!

TWO!

TH...

 

Ejiro kicks out, and the crowd naturally boos.

 

Axis: "That thunderous boot to the chest definitely took some of Ejiro's game out of him for the moment..."

 

Suicide King: "But look! He's going to make sure Janus is no condition to fight either!"

 

The Suicide King's words ring true as the giant sits up, but Ejiro pulls himself up, holding his chest, and lunges, locking the giant in a chickenwing stretch before he can rise fully - torquing not only the giant's injured shoulder, but his good one as well. Janus arghs audibly, shaking his head. Ejiro cinches in the chicken wing, but finds himself slowly losing his grip as the giant pushes himself to his feet. Ejiro manages a stiff kick to the giant's back, and Janus turns around just in time to catch the second kick in his hand, glare at Ejiro - and then stagger as the back brain kick clocks him in the back of the head. As he staggers and shakes the cobwebs out, the champion bounces off the ropes and springs up, delivering a spinning heel kick directly to Janus' taped shoulder that drives the giant to his knees. Ejiro goes back to the ropes and comes back for a second move, but Janus abruptly rises and Gores the smaller superstar back into the ropes, smashing his injured shoulder into his opponent's injured ribs. Both of them fall, gritting their teeth.

 

Axis: "Janus stops Ejiro's momentum with a Gore, but takes his own shoulder out in the process!"

 

Suicide King: "All the champion needs to do now is score a pin and that's the first fall to him!"

 

Axis: "Ejiro isn't in much better shape."

 

Both figures stagger to their feet, and Ejiro lunges forward, hooking the rising giant's head and smashing his shoulder back to the canvas with a single-arm DDT, then springing into the air with a kneedrop directly to the shoulder, making Janus argh again and try to rise, clutching his shoulder. Ejiro will have none of it, however, and delivers a stiff kick to the giant's shoulder to keep him down, then jumps onto his back and cinches the arm back with a grapevine!

 

Suicide King: "You know what's coming!"

 

Axis: "The Cobra Crossface! Torquing not only that injured arm, but it also torques Janus' back and neck!"

 

Suicide King: "TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!"

 

Ejiro leans back, holding the cobra clutch, squeezing the giant's arm between his legs. Janus' other hand rises, trembling, and the giant snarls, shaking his head, the flinging an arm back to nail Ejiro in the side of the head with his elbow, forcing him to release the hold. The giant rises to his feet, left arm hanging rather limply, and he cricks his neck as Ejiro gets up. The champion sizes up his opponent once more...then as Janus closes in on him, delivers a sharp chop to the giant's shoulder, and as the referee checks Janus' shoulder, a quick kick to the groin doubles Janus over. Ejiro puts the giant's head between his legs.

 

Suicide King: "He's gonna piledrive him!"

 

Axis: "Can Ejiro even LIFT that weight?"

 

Ejiro most definitely tries, but abruptly Janus rises - visibly arghing as he uses both arms to hoist Ejiro up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry - then shifts his weight and plants the champion into the mat with a death valley driver, then rolls over him for a pin!

 

ONE!

TWO!

THR....

 

Ejiro just manages to kick out, but Janus can smell at least one victory for himself here, and gets up, lifting his arm and signalling for a chokeslam. Ejiro stumbles to his feet as Janus locks his good hand around Ejiro's throat, and the champion - although still dazed from the DVD - drives an elbow into Janus' head to prevent the chokeslam, and runs to the ropes, coming back with a perfect dropkick to the giant's leg, making him drop down to one knee. Janus lifts his head as Ejiro comes off the ropes and nails a second dropkick right into the giant's head, making him topple over backwards. The champion is quick to spring forward and get the pin, and puts his legs on the ropes!

 

Axis: "Heeeeey! His legs on the ropes!"

 

Suicide King: "It's only cheating if you get caught, Axis!"

 

The referee slides into position to make sure Janus' arms are flat on the canvas before preparing to make the count.

 

ONE!

TWO!

TH...

 

The referee pauses. Ejiro looks up and yells at him to make the count, but the referee snaps back a harsh "No" and rises to his feet, then kicks the Ejiropean Champion's legs off the ropes, having spotted them there just as he was about to make the three count!

 

Axis: "BUSTED!"

 

Suicide King: "A referee can't touch a superstar like that!"

 

Axis: "Well referee Matthew Kivell just did, King, and what would you do about it??"

 

Ejiro rises to his feet, arguing with the referee over the count despite the fact he'd been caught. Janus rises behind him, and the champion turns and hooks the giant in a wristlock, but Janus whips him into the ropes. Fasaki comes flying back and smashes his elbow across the giant's face, knocking the giant for a spin and making him fall like a sack of meal, the giant's upper body hanging over the middle rope.

 

Suicide King: "SCREAMING ELBOW!"

 

Axis: "That HAD to hurt! And Janus is on the ropes!"

 

Ejiro smiles and runs to the ropes, coming back for a Bossman™ style straddle, but Janus moves away, and Ejiro hits nothing but rope and ends up in an ungainly heap on the ground. He slowly gets to his feet as Janus rises behind him - and the giant cinches in a full nelson, gritting his teeth. His left arm trembles as he locks his hands behind Ejiro's head, and hoists him up...up...and over, Slamming him headfirst into the ground with a full nelson suplex, complete with bridge!

 

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

 

*DINGDINGDING*

 

Janus releases the bridge and rolls away from Ejiro and sprawls on the ground, holding his shoulder as Funyon speaks from ringside, lifting his microphone

 

Funyon: "The winner of the first fall.....JAAAAAAAANUS!"

 

The giant sits up slowly, then drags Ejiro to his feet, and locks his left hand around the champion's throat, signalling once more for a chokeslam. A stiff kick to the stomach that makes Janus bend over and hold his abdomen stops that, as Ejiro gets Janus in a wristlock and holds him there, and flips a leg over the giant's shoulder, and leaps up, using that leg to drive the injured body part full into the mat!

 

Suicide King: "FASAKI FUSER!!"

 

Axis: "That may have just rebroken Janus' shoulder! And Ejiro's rolling him over for a pin attempt!"

 

ONE!

TWO!

THRE...

 

Janus throws his good arm into the air, and Ejiro thumps the canvas, shaking his head. He moves around behind Janus as the giant sits up - then runs forward and flips over his head, throwing the giant's head forward with a Hennig™ necksnap! Janus's head snaps forward, then back as the giant thumps back onto the canvas, holding his neck and shoulder alternately with his good arm. Always one to capitalise, Ejiro rolls Janus over and hooks both his arms, locking in the Rings of Saturn! Janus shakes his head and makes an 'argh' sound, feeling the pain shoot through his body as Ejiro wrenches back on the hold, torquing the giant's bad shoulder. The referee ducks in front of the giant and asks if he chooses to quit, and all he gets in response is a growl and a vicious headshake, as Janus slowly tries to find purchase with which to regain his standing position.

 

Axis: "Janus can't go anywhere with that double armbar locked in! He's trying his damndest not to tap though!"

 

Suicide King: "Duh, Axis! He'll lose a fall to Fasaki if he taps! Which he very well should be doing!"

 

Janus kicks his leg once, twice....and manages to rest it on the bottom rope, and the referee shakes his head, and signals for Ejiro to break the hold - which he doesn't.

 

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

 

Ejiro relents, releasing the Rings of Saturn just moments before the count of five. He steps away from the giant with a smug grin on his face as Janus pushes himself up against the nearest turnbuckle, tenderly guarding his injured shoulder. The champion comes racing in, only to suffer a painful sense of deja-vu as Janus lifts his boot to once more crush the champion's chest with the impact, making Ejiro stagger back, gasping in pain. Janus doesn't hesitate and roars forward out of the corner, hoisting Ejiro up into the air and holding him high in preparation for a high-angle spinebuster. Sadly, the giant's left shoulder gives out on him, and he drops Ejiro down, cracking the champion's tailbone on his knee with an inverted atomic drop instead. Janus stays kneeling, clutching his shoulder as Ejiro hops around, clutching his tailbone.

 

Axis: "Once again Janus smashes Ejiro's chest with a big boot, and looked like he was going for the high-angle spinebuster when his shoulder gave out!"

 

Suicide King: "Haha! Ejiro's got the advantage now!"

 

Axis: "Really. Then why's he leaning in the turnbuckle holding his chest and rear?"

 

Suicide King: "......Strategy."

 

Janus spots Ejiro in the turnbuckle and rises to his feet, steamrollering into the corner with his shoulder lowered in the position for a Gore. Ejiro dives out of the turnbuckles to the side, and Janus smashes his injured shoulder full force into the turnbuckle, eliciting a deep, pained "ARGH!" as he staggers back, clutching the punished limb. Ejiro quickly captialises, coming up beside the giant to hook his head and drop him with another single-arm DDT, before rolling over and locking in a fujiwara armbar to torque the giant's left arm and shoulder! Janus shakes his head, growling through gritted teeth as the referee asks him if he wants to tap out. He starts pushing himself to a standing position, but Ejiro wrenches back on the armbar, dropping the giant to his knees. Janus waves his free arm in the air, as if trying to garner a response from the crowd, who start cheering as he attempts to stand once more. The champion drives a stiff kick into his stomach and shifts position before torquing the giant's arm and using the full force of his body to execute an armbar slam! Janus rolls away, towards the ropes, clutching his shoulder.

 

Axis: "Janus has to have no feeling left in that left arm! These submission holds have just been putting immense pressure on it!"

 

Suicide King: "Come on, Ejiro! Lock in a submission hold and rip that giant's arm straight out!"

 

Janus slowly rises to his feet, and Ejiro comes running towards him - but the giant uses his good arm to hoist the champion up and plant him with a painful whirl sideslam and hook his leg!

 

ONE!

TWO!

 

Ejiro gets a leg on the ropes, and Janus rolls off him and back to his feet, tossing his head back to get the hair from his eyes. He steps over to the fallen Ejiro, and before the champ can rise, the giant delivers some hefty kicks to the chest, making Ejiro gasp in pain - the boots stun him long enough for Janus to leap into the air, driving all the breath out of Fasaki's lungs with a massive standing legdrop. Janus rises to his feet, looking at the champion's bandaged chest....then he looks at the top rope and nods to himself.

 

Axis: "What the hell? Janus is going up top!"

 

Suicide King: "What the hell is a giant going to do up there!?"

 

Janus slowly ascends to the top turnbuckle, looking down at Ejiro's bandaged chest, a grim smile flickering momentarily across his stolid features. He lifts both arms above his head as the crowd hushes - and time seems to slow down as the giant springs into the air - tucking his arms and legs up against his body before straightening out as he executes a monsterous frog splash, all three hundred and fifty pounds crashing down....

 

......on canvas as Ejiro sees the descending giant and rolls out of the way! Janus rolls from the impact, in obvious pain.

 

Axis: "A FROG SPLASH! IF JANUS HAD HIT THAT, EJIRO WOULD BE DEAD!"

 

Suicide King: "But our beloved champion saw the giant coming and rolled out of the way! Haha!"

 

Ejiro capitalises and lunges at the fallen giant, dragging him up and hooking in a wristlock - before throwing his leg over Janus' shoulder and driving it into the canvas with a SECOND Fasaki Fuser! Janus yells in pain, but has no time to recover as Ejiro leaps onto his back and hooks in a cobra clutch, his legs cinching and hyperextending the giant's left arm, torquing that injured shoulder once more!

 

Axis: "COBRA CROSSFACE!"

 

Suicide King: "TAP, YOU GIANT ASSHOLE! TAAAAAAAP!"

 

Janus lifts his right arm...higher....higher....and thumps the canvas several times, tapping out!

 

*DINGDINGDING*

 

The referee forces Ejiro to break the hold, and Janus drags himself up to slump against the turnbuckle as Funyon lifts his microphone from outside the ring.

 

Funyon: "The winner of the second fall....EJIRRRRRRRO FAAAAAAAAAASAAAAAAAAAKI!"

 

The crowd boos loudly at this, as both superstars rest in opposite corners of the ring, getting their bearings and some of their energy back. Ejiro takes a moment to pose on the ropes and play to the crowd, lapping up the boos with confidence as the commentators speak up.

 

Axis: "Well they're now even at one fall each! Janus pinned Ejiro, then later on Ejiro forced Janus to tap out! It all relies on this last fall now!"

 

Suicide King: "Don't worry, Ejiro will retain his title easily."

 

Axis: "I wouldn't be too sure...Janus has beaten worse odds than this, let me say that."

 

The champion, still posing on the top rope, doesn't hear the giant move from his corner, but he feels it when Janus climbs the turnbuckle behind him, and he turns around to lay a few punches to the giant's head and shoulders! Janus shakes his head, driving a fist into Fasaki's ribs, making him double over. And then, gritting his teeth, he hoists the Ejiropean Champion above his head in a gorilla press! He doesn't hold it up though - as his arm trembles, he throws the champion - clean from the top rope and to the floor outside the ring with a THUD! Janus doesn't seem to fair very well either, almost falling off the turnbuckle and slumping in it as Axis and The Suicide King go wild!

 

Axis: "MY GOD!! A GORILLA PRESS FROM THE TOP ROPE!"

 

Suicide King: "EJIRO! JANUS, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING!? THAT WAS NOT CALLED FOR!"

 

On the outside, Ejiro is curled in a heap, holding his chest. The referee makes to start the ten count, but pauses as Janus drops down and rolls out of the ring to pull the woozy champion to his feet and roll him into the ring, not wanting to win by just count-out. The giant climbs back into the ring, and pulls Ejiro to his feet - but with his wits still about him, Ejiro grabs the giant, torquing the injured shoulder by yanking Janus' left arm, and throws the bigger man into the corner with an irish whip that stuns Janus momentarily and makes Ejiro drop to the ground, holding his chest.

 

Axis: "Janus wanted to finish Ejiro off then and there! But the champion had other plans!"

 

Suicide King: "No matter what he goes through, Ejiro always has some sort of plan! He'll pull through Axis, you just watch."

 

Axis: "You said Arianwyn would pull through too."

 

Suicide King: "...Don't make me hurt you."

 

Ejiro is the first to recover, dragging himself to his feet and holding his chest before running towards Janus and springing up, swinging a mighty knee towards the giant's head - and meeting nothing but post as the giant drops and rolls out of the ring to avoid the move, and rolls straight back in as Ejiro falls down, clutching his kneecap where it met the turnbuckle. Janus kicks Ejiro over, and then plants one great foot into the champion's spine, leaning down to grab his arms and pull back, locking Fasaki into a surfboard! The champion screams in pain as the move puts pressure on his torso, and by default his injured ribs, shaking his head furiously when the referee asks him if he'd like to tap out. Janus leans back, gritting his teeth as the pain burns up and down his arm, but the pressure on Fasaki's torso is much worse.

 

Suicide King: "For God's sake, ref! Make him release the hold! He'll rip Ejiro in two if he keeps that up!"

 

Axis: "But Ejiro isn't grabbing the ropes! And if he taps out, well, that's it for Fasaki's championship reign!"

 

Janus releases the hold, but it's not due to the referee...it's due to the fact Ejiro looks like he's passed out. Stepping away from the champion, Janus lifts one arm in victory as the referee checks on Ejiro, and lifts his arm.

 

ONE!

 

Ejiro doesn't move, except to groan incoherently at the pain in his spine.

 

TWO!

 

Janus leans in the turnbuckles, watching his opponent. Before the referee can drop Ejiro's arm the third time, the champion shakes his head, holding his torso, and struggles to a sitting position. As the giant watches him, Ejiro works his way back up to a standing position, clutching his ribs and cringing slightly in pain. Janus charges out of the corner and lifts his big boot, but Ejiro shows great presence of mind by ducking the attack, and when Janus turns around, the champion springs up to connect with a dropkick to the ribcage that sends Janus staggering back. A second executed dropkick leans the giant on the ropes, and then Ejiro grabs the giant's arm and swings him around in an irish whip that sends Janus stumbling across the ring. The giant hits the rope and comes roaring back with his shoulder angled for a Gore, but Ejiro sidesteps it and with surprising quickness uses Janus' own momentum - and a handful of white hair - to throw the giant clean from the ring! Janus hits the ground and slams into the barricade, grimacing and holding his injured shoulder.

 

Suicide King: "Great presence of mind by our Ejiropean champion! Janus mounted an assault that just didn't connect!"

 

Axis: "Janus is now on the outside, and Ejiro's going out after him as the referee starts the ten count..."

 

ONE!

 

Ejiro steps over to Janus and grins at the booing crowd, then starts laying the boots into Janus' bandaged up shoulder.

 

TWO!

 

The giant attempts to shield his shoulder from the assault, but Ejiro drags him up and tucks the giant between his legs, hooking his arms.

 

THREE!

 

Suicide King: "YES! EJIROCATION! KNOCK THAT GIANT OUT!"

 

Axis: "But it's outside the ring! And I don't think Ejiro can lift three hundred and fifty pounds!"

 

FOUR!

 

Ejiro seems to note this, but keeps Janus' arms hooked, and attempts to heave him up for the Ejirocation. However, Janus' mass is too great....

 

FIVE!

 

And before Ejiro can let go, Janus finds his legs and stampedes forward, crushing the champion into the stairs as the crowd oooohs in sympathetic pain, despite Ejiro's heel behaviour.

 

SIX!

 

Janus, clutching his shoulder, rises to his feet and drags Ejiro up by the neck, and rolls him into the ring before rolling after him, and breaking the ten count. Janus hooks Ejiro's leg, but before the count can begin, the in-pain champion gets a hand on the ropes, and Janus is forced to break the pin. The giant rises to his feet and runs to the ropes, coming racing back towards the rising champion, arms set to grab and lift. Unfortunately, Ejiro ducks out of the way, and Janus can't put on the brakes before he collides with referee Matthew Kivell and sends him rolling out of the ring.

 

Axis: "Ejiro ducked!! The referee is down!!"

 

Suicide King: "Now it's time for Ejiro to really shine!"

 

Janus starts to climb out of the ring to check on the referee, but Ejiro spins him around and nails him with a low blow, and then smashes the giant's shoulder into the ground with a single arm DDT, and then grabs the giant's arm and straddles it in an armbar, torquing the muscles of the injured shoulder! Janus grabs the ropes instantaneously, but with no referee to count for the break, Ejiro keeps the hold locked on as the giant's whole body quivers. Janus grits his teeth, attempting to rise, but Fasaki wrenches the giant's arm, forcing him back to a prone position! The crowd boos as Janus looks to be fading from the pain....and then bursts into cheers.

 

Axis: "What's the crowd.....OH MY GOD!"

 

Suicide King: "What the hell!?"

 

Axis: "It's the Wildchild!"

 

Suicide KIng: "What's he doing out here!?"

 

Wildchild comes running down the ramp and slides into the ring, just as Ejiro notices him and lets go of Janus' arm to face this newer threat, hooking Wildchild up for an arm drag, but the native of the Bahamas counters with an arm drag of his own, slinging Ejiro over. The champion lands on his feet, and charges at the Wildchild, who ducks and Ejiro hits the ropes. Bouncing back, he runs straight into a high leg lariat from the Wildchild, who hits the ground and bounces straight back to his feet - to hook the rising Ejiro and send him back to the ground with a spinning neckbreaker! Ejiro climbs back to his feet as Wildchild watches...however as he charges in, Ejiro ducks a chop and hooks his arm across the Wildchild's chest, and hooks the Bahaman's leg, and sweeps it out, planting the interfering superstar to the mat with an STO!

 

Suicide King: "STO!! That'll show that interfering Wildchild!"

 

Axis: "I doubt Ejiro will get to teach him anymore...."

 

Axis's words are the ones to ring true this time, as Ejiro turns around and stares right into a large chest, moments before Janus, running on pure adrenaline, grabs the champion in a bearhug, then lifts him up - Ejiro lets out a cry of frustration, for lack of a better term, before the giant plants him to the canvas. Then, apparently showing some concern for the fellow face in the ring despite interfering, Janus crouches by the Wildchild, and thus doesn't see Ejiro climbing shakily back to his feet, and the champion darts forward and drops, drilling Janus with a low blow. When the staggering giant turns around, Ejiro hits the ropes and nails a spinning heel kick to the injured shoulder, dropping Janus to the mat with a cry. The champ gets back to his feet and turns towards where the referee is stirring - and doesn't notice that the Wildchild has jumped back his feet.

 

Suicide King: "TURN AROUND! TURN AROUND!"

 

Axis: "Ejiro can't hear you, King! The Wildchild is back on his feet and intent on getting some vengeance for that scaffold match!"

 

Suicide King: "Damn him! Someone get him out of there!"

 

Ejiro notes the sudden burst of cheers from the fans, and turns around just as Wildchild drills him in the stomach with a boot, and then leans over to hook the Ejiropean champion's arms and twist around, beginning to set him up for the Wild Ride! He lifts Ejiro up so the champion is upside down on his back, arms hooked in a chickenwing as the Bahaman native scans the crowd with a grin. The crowd chants for the Wildchild, who unfortunately cannot complete the move as Ejiro kicks and flails until he's on his feet - and instead of Ejiro being set up for the Wild Ride, it's the originator of the move who is now in position!

 

Axis: "HE wouldn't! Not after all Wildchild's been through!"

 

Suicide King: "Mwahahah! YES! TEACH THAT BAHAMAN A LESSON!"

 

Ejiro sits out. Wildchild hits the canvas head first and folds up, and the crowd boos as Ejiro kicks the interferer from the ring - just as Matthew Kivell regains his senses and starts to climb back in the ring. The champion turns around to look for his downed opponent, and doesn't see him...instead seeing the boot of the seven-foot-two monster as it plows into his face and sends him spinning for a loop! Janus looks down at Ejiro, then at the top rope, and finally to the crowd - and makes the universal 'cut-throat' motion much to the crowd's delight.

 

Axis: "Janus is saying this has gone far enough! That it's over!"

 

Suicide King: "Ejiro will find a way, you watch! He'll kick out!"

 

The Suicide King's paranoid words sound desperate as Janus drags Ejiro towards the ropes, and sits on the top turnbuckle while he drags the champion up there with him. Despite having his brains scrambled by the big boot, Fasaki realises where he is and desperately starts laying the punches into Janus' face and shoulder. The giant grunts, but maintains his position....the punches and his sore arm combined making the giant realise he can't shift Ejiro into position for the Darkness Falls. As the referee shakes the cobwebs from his head, Janus cracks his skull into Ejiro's, and hooks the champion's head under his good arm. And then he stands up, and leaps off the turnbuckle...

 

....SMASHING EJIRO'S HEAD INTO THE MAT WITH A HUGE IMPLANT DDT!! The champion twitches limply as Janus rolls him over for the cover. Kivell slides over to count.

 

ONE!!

 

Suicide King: "No, it can't end like this! It CAN'T!"

 

TWO!!

 

Axis: "It has! IT HAS!!"

 

THREE!!!

 

Suicide King: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

Funyon raises the microphone to his lips as the fans cheer.

 

Funyon: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the third fall....and NEW SMARKS JUNIOR LEAGUE EUROPEAN CHAMPION.....JAAAAAAANUS!"

 

The giant rolls off Ejiro and to the floor, and grabs the European title. He stares at it as his theme music hits, then slings it over his injured shoulder, with a light grimace. With his right arm, he pulls the Wildchild off the floor and carries him over his right shoulder as the giant walks to the back, the slightest smug smile on his face as the crowd cheers, and the SJL fades to commercial....

[Guest Suicide King]

"Are you going to be there?" Arianwyn asks. The crowd in the Five Seasons Center begins to boo loudly at the sight of the Disciple. The camera pans around to Nocturna, who is resting easily in a leather recliner. She shrugs her shoulders at Arianwyn.

 

Axis exclaims, "It's the Disciples! They're having a pep talk!"

 

"I wonder if they'd like some advice... they should know that I'd love to give Arianwyn some pointers," King mentions with a huge grin on his face.

 

"I'm sure you would, King," Axis replies.

 

Arianwyn paces in the women's locker room. She takes one look at Nocturna, then storms out, letting the door slam back into place. A scowl on her face, Arian strides through the corridor, almost running into a taller Ben Hardy.

 

"Move, bitch," she snarls at the interviewer.

 

Always in that frame of mind, Hardy raises a microphone and grabs Arianwyn by the shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. "A moment of your time, Miss Rivenstone?"

 

Arian shrugs his hand off but does not continue on. Instead, she folds her arms and looks condescendingly at Ben. "What do you want?" she asks.

 

"Well, I just want to know what's going through your head before your matchup with WildChild. He's coming off a tidy win against Spike Jenkins, while you've come off two losses to Janus. What's your strategy going into tonight's bout?"

 

Rivenstone shakes her head, "I haven't got a strategy. I'm just going to do my best to bring a little Discord into WildChild's life. Hopefully my Sister of Discord will be along tonight to help." Ben brings the microphone back his way, presumably to ask another question, but Arianwyn pulls it back. "And before you open your mouth again, we're not here to win any shiny titles. Nocturna and I are here to bring Discord. We're here to cause pain. I'm here to draw blood. After my match with WildChild, Nocturna and I are taking a trip back to Ireland. The Smarks Junior League will have ten days to prepare against our onslaught."

 

Ben Hardy finally pulls the microphone away, "Well, thank you for your time." Arianwyn starts walking past him and toward the ring.

[Guest Suicide King]

FADE IN

 

Last week, we saw an angry and focused Wildchild demolish ‘Hollywood’ Spike Jenkins,” says Axis, “and then vow to get revenge on Ejiro for their scaffold match. But before he gets another shot at the European Champion, he’s going to have to re-establish himself as the top contender, starting with a big win tonight against Arianwyn Rivenstone.”

 

“First of all,” barks Suicide King, “it’s the Ejiropean Championship; get it right! And, second of all, I can totally see Wildchild losing this match. I see him looking past Arianwyn to Ejiro, and that kind of mistake is going to leave him looking up at the ring lights.”

 

“She’s definitely a dangerous individual, not to mention that malicious Nocturna Bloodmoon that comes down to the ring with her.” Axis frowns as his brow wrinkles with worry. “Wildchild’s going to definitely have his hands full with these two lethal ladies.”

 

With that, the lights in the Five Seasons Center dim as the soft strains of Lacuna Coil’s “Aeon” drifts through the speakers. Arianwyn and Nocturna step out from behind the curtain, and make their way methodically towards the ring, ignoring the fans at ringside. “The following contest is scheduled for one fall,” says Funyon. “Approaching the ring at this time, accompanied by Nocturna Bloodmoon, and representing the Disciples of Discord, from Swords, Ireland, weighing one hundred and sixty-one pounds, Arianwyn Rivenstone!” Arianwyn stands outside the ring conversing with Nocturna in view of the camera, presumably about match strategy, underneath the dull, dark hue of the red lights above the ring. She walks up the ring stairs and steps underneath the middle rope into the ring, where she discards her flowing black skirt to reveal a pair of tight black shorts underneath. Referee Sexton Hardcastle walks over to Arianwyn, ostensibly to inspect her ring attire, but in reality because he’s a pervert, and wanted an opportunity to feel her up without suspicion. Upon discovery of the dagger strapped to her right boot, however, he orders her to remove it. With a casual shrug, Arianwyn hands the dagger to Nocturna, and removes her elegant black gloves. She then begins pacing the ring methodically as she waits for her opponent.

 

The austere blood-red lighting gradually gives way to a warmer brightness as “Aeon” thankfully fades out. The crowd suddenly comes alive as the kinetic opening strains of “The Everlasting Gaze” fill the arena, announcing the arrival of the crowd-pleasing Bahama Bomber. Wildchild leaps out from the backstage area onto the stage, inciting the crowd to cheer ever louder with his electric smile and a raise of his arms. “Her opponent,” continues Funyon, “From the Bahamas, weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, the Wiiiiildchiiiiild!” Wildchild slaps hands with the fans as he runs down towards the ring at about half-speed, somersaulting into the ring between the bottom and middle ropes, and rolling to his feet, banging his head in beat with the music as the crowd cheers wildly. Sexton Hardcastle conducts a token inspection of Wildchild’s ring attire as his music fades out, and briefly considers the possibility of re-inspecting Arianwyn (“who knows what other weapons she may have hidden… under that corset, perhaps,” he thinks to himself), but decides better of it, and signals the timekeeper to ring the bell to start the match.

 

As Arianwyn approaches Wildchild to lock up in the center of the ring, he raises his hands above his head in a sign of non-aggression. “Look, chere, dere’s no need for us to have to fight, is dere?” He flashes his most winning smile. “Why don’ the two of us get out of here and go someplace quiet, oui?” Arianwyn breaks into a slow smile, and places her right hand on the back of his neck, while running the fingers of her left hand sensuously across his chest. She leans into him so that they are almost nose-to-nose, a demure expression on her face. “Well, handsome, when you put it that way…” She pulls him towards her and…

 

OOF!

 

Wildchild suddenly finds himself breathless as Arianwyn viciously thrusts her knee into his groin. He falls to his knees clutching his privates with a woeful bug-eyed look on his face. “I think I’ll pass… pig,” says Arianwyn as she kicks him repeatedly in the midsection.

 

“I love it,” crows the King. “I told you! His mind isn’t on this match; he’s not thinking of Arianwyn as an opponent, and she’s making him pay for it!”

 

“I’d be willing to be that he’s thinking of her as an opponent right now,” replies Axis. “And how can you NOT feel bad about what happened to him?”

 

“Hey, it didn’t happen to me! As far as I’m concerned, he got what he had coming!”

 

Arianwyn picks Wildchild up off the mat, and begins to whip him into the far ropes, but Wildchild reverses and, still holding onto her arm, pulls her into a stiff standing lariat, dropping her harshly to the canvas. Wildchild places his hand back over his groin, shaking his head to clear the remaining cobwebs, and then picks her up off the mat, whipping her into the far corner. Arianwyn stops herself and jumps onto the second turnbuckle, backflipping over Wildchild as he charges in after her. Wildchild prevents himself from crashing into the turnbuckles, but steps out of the corner and into a hiptoss from Arianwyn. Wildchild, however, rotates all the way through the hiptoss and lands on his feet, scooping Arianwyn up in his arms and slamming her to the mat. He then runs to the ropes and steps through them to the ring apron as Arianwyn springs to her feet, and prepares to slingshot himself into the ring, but Arianwyn rushes to the ropes and slings him in herself. Wildchild lands on his feet and runs to the opposite ropes, bouncing off with a lariat attempt that Arianwyn ducks easily, and she responds by running to the ropes herself, and sails into the air over a ducking Wildchild, locking her arms around his waist as she passes by to take him over with a sunset flip. The referee barely has time to get into position, however, before Wildchild kicks out.

 

Both combatants roll away from each other to their feet, and Wildchild shifts to his right, catching Arianwyn in a side suplex position as she rushes at him, but she continues to swing upward, snaring his head between her legs and pulling him forward off his feet with a flying headscissors! “Beautiful headscissors takeover by Rivenstone,” notes Axis. “I love it,” crows the King, “she’s beating him at his own game!”

 

Arianwyn picks Wildchild up and whips him into the far ropes, sending him flying on the rebound with a back body-drop, but he lands perfectly balanced on the top rope behind her and springs off, blasting her in the back of the head with both feet and driving her into the mat! Wildchild picks her up off the mat and whips her to the far ropes, jumping into the air as she rebounds and clasping his hands behind her neck while planting his feet in her stomach, arching back and sending her flying through the air. “Nice monkey flip by the Wildchild,” reports Axis. “And a dropkick! Wildchild’s starting to take control of this match!” Wildchild scrambles over to Arianwyn and attempts to cover her as the referee slides into position…

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

Arianwyn kicks out relatively easily at two. Wildchild rolls to his feet and lifts Arianwyn into a standing position, grabbing her left arm and cranking it fiercely into an arm wringer. Wildchild points to the corner, drawing a boisterous crowd response, and the makes a mad dash for the corner, scaling to the top turnbuckle and then posing momentarily before running across the top rope, leaping suddenly off towards Arianwyn and snaring her head, using his momentum to swing her body around and drive her face-first into the mat with a scintillating Tornado DDT! The crowd roars its approval as he rolls onto her for the cover:

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THR— “No,” cries Axis. “Two count only! You know King, a DDT just doesn’t seem to get the mileage that it used to.”

 

“I blame Wildchild,” retorts the King. “I blame his lack of a fundamental wrestling background on the fact that he doesn’t know how to properly execute a simple DDT.” Wildchild picks Arianwyn up off the canvas, but she surprises him with a sudden thumb to the eyes, and clasps her hand behind his neck as she ducks underneath his chin, dropping to her knees and sending him staggering backwards with a jarring jawbreaker. She gets back to her feet and pulls his right arm, whipping him into the near ropes and quickly leaps into the air, wrapping her legs around his neck on the rebound and taking him over with a rana. Arianwyn rolls atop Wildchild for a pinfall, but he kicks out before the referee can even get into position to count the shoulders.

 

Arianwyn picks Wildchild back up and whips him towards the far ropes, but he reverses and leapfrogs over her on the rebound, swiftly spinning around to face her and abruptly leaping into the air towards her as she makes her return, knocking her to the canvas with a stunning leg lariat. Wildchild picks Arianwyn up and hooks a front facelock with his right arm, draping her right arm over his neck and snatching her abruptly off the mat, spinning around and dropping her back onto the mat. “Nice corkscrew suplex by the Wildchild,” says Axis. “That’s usually a setup for the Andros Drop… and there he goes!”

 

SPLASH!

 

Wildchild falls twisting through the air to land on Arianwyn with his patented Andros Drop splash. “Andros Drop,” cries Axis, “And that could it… Wait a minute! That’s Nocturna Bloodmoon! What’s she doing on the ring apron?”

 

Wildchild looks up in exasperation at the referee, whom he sees preoccupied with a frantic Nocturna on the ring apron. Wildchild scrambles to his feet and stalks over to towards them, shoving the referee out of the way as he takes a swing at Nocturna, who drops to the safety of the arena floor. “Stay out of my match, woman,” screams Wildchild menacingly. “Don’ make me have to go out dere and…”

 

WHACK! THUD!

 

Wildchild is so preoccupied with Nocturna at ringside that he fails to see Arianwyn recover and sneak up behind him, dropkicking him in the back of the head and sending him falling outside the ring, landing harshly on his head. Arianwyn loosens the strings of her corset while out of view of referee Sexton Hardcastle, then backs away from the ropes, motioning for him to assist her in re-tying it. As Sexton happily obliges her, Nocturna kicks fiercely at Wildchild’s chest, using the ring apron to balance herself as she digs her stiletto heels into his ribs.

 

“Dammit Hardcastle, open your eyes,” hollers Axis. “Can’t you see what’s going on outside the ring?”

 

“I think Hardcastle in more interested in what’s going on inside that corset,” says the King with a smirk. “Hey, don’t hate the player, Axis. Arianwyn is a physical disadvantage in that ring against Wildchild. You can’t blame her for using what she has to her benefit.”

 

“ Like hell I can’t,” replies Axis, as Nocturna rolls Wildchild back into the ring. “Using what you have is one thing, but that’s blatant cheating!”

 

“Hey, it’s only cheating if you get caught!”

 

Arianwyn pulls Wildchild up to a bent-over standing position, and then takes him over with a snapmare, dropkicking him in the back of the head from his seated position, and crawling on top of him for a cover:

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THR—Wildchild kicks out at two! Arianwyn makes a small, almost imperceptible gesture to Nocturna as she picks Wildchild up off the mat, and then drapes his head and neck over the middle rope, and backs away from the ropes, fumbling with her corset again to distract the referee as Nocturna steps over towards Wildchild. Arianwyn allows Sexton Hardcastle to re-tie the stings of her corset, indulging him in his voyeuristic proclivities as Nocturna locks her hands around the back of Wildchild’s neck and pulls down, choking him on the middle rope. “Dammit,” screams Axis, “turn around, ref! Somebody stop the Disciples of Discord from using these DASTARDLY HEEL TACTICS~!”

 

Arianwyn steps away from the referee just as Nocturna lets go of Wildchild, and the infatuated arbitrator fails to notice that the middle rope is shaking violently. Arianwyn leaps to the second turnbuckle and springboards outside of the ring, extending her right leg as she descends to land draped across the back of Wildchild’s neck, guillotining him on the middle ropes! “Oh my God,” screams Axis as the crowd gasps in horror. “Springboard guillotine legdrop to the outside! Whatamaneuver!”

 

“Damn right,” echoes Suicide King, “and I am SO loving this right now! It does my heart good to see ‘Clown-boy’ get his like this. Give him a taste of his own medicine!”

 

Arianwyn stands outside the ring, smacking Wildchild in the face and taunting him, along with Nocturna. The referee, thoroughly enjoying his view of her cleavage, doesn’t even attempt to deliver a count out. She eventually slides back underneath the bottom rope, and pulls Wildchild to his feet, whipping him to the corner. Wildchild leaps into the air out of instinct, landing perched on the top turnbuckle, but Arianwyn runs in after him, dropkicking the turnbuckle and causing him to lose his balance, crotching himself on the top rope. Arianwyn grabs him by the hair and pulls him down into the Tree of Woe, and then backs away from the corner, distracting the referee yet again as Nocturna chokes Wildchild maliciously in the corner.

 

“For God’s sake, how long is he going to allow this to go on,” cries Axis.

 

“Come off it,” replies the King. “They’re a team. They’re just working together like teams do.”

 

“Yeah, but this isn’t supposed to be a handicap match, and yet it’s been two against one from the very beginning!”

 

Nocturna eventually releases her hold on Wildchild’s throat, and Arianwyn steps around the referee, suddenly dashing into the corner, and diving towards Wildchild feet first, smashing his face with a brutal baseball slide! She stands up and pulls him off of the turnbuckle, dumping him back into the ring, and then dragging him by his feet near the center of the ring. She walks over to the ropes and steps out onto the ring apron, pointing at Wildchild with a wicked grin on her face as the crowd showers her with boos. She then moves her thumb across her throat in a quick cutting motion, before using to the ropes to vault herself onto the top tope, flipping forwards as she springs off…

 

CRASH!

 

Arianwyn flips forward through the air, looking to finish the match with her Springboard Shooting Star Press, but lands face-first on the canvas as Wildchild desperately rolls out of the way. “Arianwyn missed the Bloodlust,” remarks Axis as Sexton Hardcastle rushes over to Arianwyn’s side, ostensibly to check on her, but in reality just to see whether or not she popped out of her corset (…pervert…). “That may turn out to be the break Wildchild needs in this match!” Hardcastle, slightly dismayed by the failure of Arianwyn’s corset to come undone, instead rises to his feet and begins to deliver a ten-count. The crowd chants in unison in an attempt to rally the Bahama Bomber.

 

 

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!

 

Wildchild and Arianwyn struggle to their feet as the referee approaches a seven count. Arianwyn swings at Wildchild with a right hand, but he blocks her with his forearm and sends he staggering backwards with a right hand of his own. She swings again, but gets her neck snapped back by another Wildchild fist instead. Wildchild backs her into the ropes, and whips her towards the far side, but she reverses and sends him in instead. Wildchild ducks a jumping spin kick attempt by Arianwyn as he rebounds, and leaps onto the middle rope as he makes his return, curling into a ball as he springs off and launching himself at Arianwyn.

 

 

BLAM!

 

“Pinball! Bah Gawd, Wildchild got the Pinball attack, screams Axis. “I think that the momentum just swung in his favor!” Wildchild crawls over to Arianwyn to make the cover:

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THREEEEE—

 

“No! Foot on the ropes,” screams the King. “She’s got her foot on the ropes!”

 

“Let’s not forget to mention how her foot got there,” snaps Axis. “If not for Nocturna, she’ have lost this match by now.”

 

“Hey, that’s what she’s out there for.” Wildchild, clearly visibly frustrated by Nocturna’s actions throughout the contest, stalks over to the ropes as Nocturna is taunting the crowd at ringside, and pulls her up onto the apron by her hair. He turns her around and prepares to punch her, but Arianwyn scrambles to her feet and lunges towards Wildchild, driving her knee into his back, and then locking her arms around his waist, lifting him backwards over her head, and rolling him into pinning combination:

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

“Dammit ref,” yells Axis. “She’s got the tights!”

 

 

TWO!

 

“She’s got the damn tights!”

 

 

 

THREEEEEE—

 

Wildchild desperately kicks out just before the three count, and uses his leg strength to propel Arianwyn towards the ropes, where Nocturna is still standing on the apron. Arian stops just short of a collision with her fellow Disciple, but Wildchild rolls to his feet and springs into the air—

 

THWACK! THUD!

 

Wildchild dropkicks Arianwyn in the back of the head, causing her to stumble forward and smack her forehead directly into Nocturna’s nose, causing her to fall off the ring apron to the arena floor, smacking her head onto the barricade. Wildchild measures Arianwyn as she stumbles back towards the center of the ring, and swiftly kicks her in the stomach to bend her over. He quickly laces his arms with hers and spins underneath her, lifting her into the air as the crowd breaks into a deafening roar.

 

 

WHAM!

 

“Wild Ride,” screams Axis. “Wild Ride, Bah GAWD!” The Five Seasons Arena comes alive with flash bulbs as Wildchild drives Arianwyn Rivenstone’s head into the canvas with the Wild Ride. He rolls her over and makes the cover…

 

ONE!

 

 

“Get up, Nocturna,” implores the King.

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

Sexton Hardcastle motions for the timekeeper to ring the bell as the crowd in Five Seasons erupts and “The Everlasting Gaze” starts up. “Ladies and gentlemen,” says Funyon “the winner of the match, the Wiiiiildchiiiiild!”

 

“What a gutsy performance by the Wildchild,” screams Axis as the referee raises his hand in victory. “He overcame a virtual handicap match to pull out the victory. Folks, when we come back, Johnny Dangerous and Fugue! The World Championship will be on the line, NEXT!”

 

 

As we:

FADE OUT

[Guest Suicide King]

BOOM!

 

SHREEEEEEEKRAKAKAKABOOM!

 

The lights flash incandescent as thousands of screaming Iowans stand on their feet and yell. "Welcome back to SJL CRIMSON!" Axis yells. "We've had a great show tonight!"

 

"But NEXT is what you've all been waiting for!" the Suicide King adds.

 

"That's right--it's time now for our WORLD TITLE MATCH!" Axis screams, and the crowd goes even more insane.

 

"Ahem." Funyon once again glitters in the middle of the ring. "LADIES and gentlemen, it is now time for our SJL WORLD! CHAMPIONSHIP! MATCH!" He stands bravely in the face of the concussive cheers of the fans. "Introducing FIRST! The challenger, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he weighs in at 181 pounds and represents the Magnificent Sevennnnnnn...FUUUUGUE!"

 

Darkness covers the arena and the crowd's acclaim quickly changes to derision as the familiar theme pierces the air. Strobes flash erratically, giving disjointed glimpses of the yelling fans, before the house lights come up again to reveal the ominous figure of Fugue at the top of the ramp. He stalks down to the ring, sparing the audience only the briefest of glances.

 

"Fugue was upset by Johnny Dangerous in his recent return match," Axis comments. "These two men are developing an intense history!"

 

"I know if I were Fugue, I'd be pretty damn PISSED at Johnny Dangerous!" the King says. "I've been waiting to see this match all night!"

 

Fugue quickly divests himself of coat and hat and tumbles into the ring, standing and turning to give the crowd a view of his Magnificent 7 T-shirt (available at arena vendors and magnificentshopzone.com!). The musician turns his stare on Funyon, who pales and quickly exits the ring. Fugue smiles as he watches the announcer cower. "And now, the CHAMPION!" Funyon continues as a low roar begins to build. "From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 205 pounds...he is YOUR! SJL WORLD CHAMPIOOOOOON..."

 

"JOHNNY DANGEROUS!" a woman's voice gasps.

 

A deafening ovation arises from the crowd as the impeccably dressed Johnny Dangerous thrusts aside the curtains and steps out onto the entrance ramp, "Mission Impossible II" throbbing through the Five Seasons Center! Johnny grins at the crowd as he saunters to the ring, acknowledging the roars of acclaim with subtle waves and nods. The championship belt gleams around his waist, its ostentation setting off his reserved tuxedo in a fashion combination worthy of Funyon himself.

 

"And LISTEN TO THAT CROWD!" Axis cries. "The fans are certainly happy to have Johnny Dangerous as their champion!"

 

"Well, they should enjoy it while they can." The Suicide King snickers.

 

The Dangerous one climbs slowly into the ring, keeping his eyes locked on Fugue. He slowly unbuckles the belt and hands it over to Eddy Long, who raises it for the crowd to witness. Fugue looks on with a slight smile tugging at his lips, but eyes hard as stone.

 

"You could cut the tension in here with a knife!" Axis says. "This is for the richest prize here in the SJL, folks!"

 

"That's right, so quit stalling and let's get it ON!" the King declares.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

For long moments the two competitors stand, looking at each other. A cocky grin spreads over Johnny Dangerous' face. Fugue raises an eyebrow in response, then crosses his arms, stare focused. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Johnny slides one foot back and turns his body, bringing his hands up into a martial arts stance. Fugue shakes out his arms and spreads his legs, hunching down slightly into a more traditional grappling position, swaying slowly from side to side. Then the two men approach, nearing the center of the ring...

 

"And Fugue gets the FIRST shot in this contest!" Axis cries as the crowd lets up a roar. "He faked Johnny out, somehow--it was too fast for me to see!"

 

"Both these men have great reflexes," the King nods. "But Fugue has a unique advantage in his insanity."

 

Axis blinks. "Uh, what?"

 

"It makes him unpredictable." The King smiles.

 

Fugue wraps his arm around Johnny's neck in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. The secret agent keeps his cool, trying to elbow and shove his way out of the hold. Fugue stumbles and is pushed across the ring, running the ropes and darting back to launch himself bodily at Johnny.

 

"A wild spinning shoulder tackle from Fugue!" Axis says. "Both men are down, but both get back up!"

 

"Fugue always tries to outlast his opponents," the King notes. "But Johnny's fast enough to take him down before it becomes an issue! Although he won't, of course."

 

"Yes, but it's in your contract to be partisan," Axis replies. "I say these men are quite evenly matched!"

 

"Aussie pansy."

 

As both the competitors recover, Johnny suddenly leaps upward and spins in a hard, high kick to Fugue's face. The musician reels, stumbling to face away from Dangerous, and the spy follows up by grasping Fugue around the waist. A quick haul upward and back and Fugue slams down on the mat!

 

"A beautiful German suplex from the champion!" Axis says. "Johnny is making the most of his speed advantage!" The King sniffs arrogantly.

 

Fugue quickly picks himself up and eyes his opponent, eyes gleaming. Johnny stands only to meet a kick to the gut from the musician, stunning him. Fugue quickly ducks and pulls Johnny onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry, then turns to leap forward, both bodies spinning through the air in a somersault! Johnny lands hard on his back and Fugue leans back to cover him while Eddy Long slides down to count--

 

ONE!

 

TWO--Johnny kicks out, hammering his elbow into Fugue's head. The musician rolls away from the attack and both men stand once again.

 

"Fugue once again shows off his technical skills with a reverse Samoan drop!" Axis says.

 

Johnny squirms away, shaking his head a little. He valiantly presses the attack by turning and runing to the ropes, bouncing off them--but Fugue rolls away, slipping out of the ring. Undaunted, Johnny increases his speed and slides out feet-first. Fugue dodges toward the steps and Johnny lands on his feet, the first few rows of audience members almost climbing over the barrier in their frenzy of appreciation. Dangerous charges--but Fugue slips down, catching Johnny's legs with his own and pulling Johnny down face-first into the steel ring steps. The crowd groans and Fugue pushes his unkempt hair back, grinning.

 

"Fugue flees the ring but retains control with a drop toe-hold! I'm amazed at how focused both these men are!"

 

"It's so cathartic to see aggression worked out in the ring," the King says sagely.

 

Fugue hauls Johnny away from the steps, letting him fall onto his back. He then stretches one leg forward--and kicks it back, spinning his whole body into a forward somersault and landing back-first on the secret agent's chest. Johnny convulses and Fugue pushes himself to his feet, rubbing his own back with a glazed smile.

 

"A somersault senton outside the ring!" Axis gasps. "Fugue is putting his own body on the line to bring the hurt to Johnny!"

 

"That's 'cause he know's what's REALLY important!" the Suicide King laughs.

 

Fugue slips into the ring, standing and breaking into a run. As the derision of the crowd builds, the musician runs back across the ring and dives between the ropes--and Johnny, back on his feet, dodges the dive! Fugue tries to break his fall but lands heavily on the mats, slamming into the audience barrier. Fans reach down and pat him encouragingly as Johnny smiles, breathing heavily, then climbs back into the ring himself.

 

"My God!" Axis cries. "Fugue missed that suicidal dive! And it looks like Johnny may be trying something similar!"

 

"Oh, this oughta be good," the Suicide King chuckles.

 

Johnny runs the ropes, ignoring the referee's entreaties as he charges back across the ring. Fugue staggers to a standing position as Johnny reaches the edge and jumps over the TOP rope, flashbulbs illuminating his soaring body--and Fugue LEAPS into the air, slamming his feet into Johnny's chest in midair! Both men tumble to the mats outside the ring, a heap of pain.

 

"INCREDIBLE!" Axis spasms. "I don't think I've EVER seen a counter like that!"

 

"I have," the King comments.

 

Axis gives him an annoyed look. "But didn't you think it was INCREDIBLE?"

 

"Hey, I knew Fugue could do it." The King of Hearts grins.

 

Eddy Long, staring at the battered bodies outside the ring, has no choice but to start counting. "ONE!" he yells. "TWO!" The audience begins to chant with him. "THREE!"

 

"I don't think ANYONE would be happy with a double count-out here," Axis says.

 

"You got that right," the King replies. "But I have a feeling we won't have one." Even as he speaks Fugue is standing, followed closely by Johnny Dangerous. The two men pull themselves into the ring, moving to opposite sides to take a breather, the ref stopping his count at "SIX!".

 

"This match has taken a lot out of both these men already," Axis notes. "And I don't think we're anywhere near being over!"

 

Johnny and Fugue get to their feet, eyeing each other across the ring. Johnny once again stands ready, staring intently at his opponent, the crowd roaring its approval. Fugue smiles back, his eyes gleaming ferally. The two competitors approach each other again. Fugue springs forward, but Johnny drives him back with a chop to the chest. As Fugue reels, Johnny spins and brings his leg up in a heel kick, but Fugue ducks and lunges again, grabbing the secret agent around the waist from behind. With a great heave Fugue hoists Johnny upward and over, slamming him down onto his back. The musician drags his opponent up off the mat, getting him into position for another suplex, but Johnny suddenly elbows backward and hits Fugue in the head. Fugue, dazed, releases his opponent, and Johnny spins to grab Fugue face to face. With a convulsion of his own, Johnny flips Fugue upward and back, throwing him over his shoulder. Fugue lands hard on his back but scrabbles quickly to his feet, shaking his head. Johnny breathes heavily as he gets to his own feet, turning just in time to Fugue charge toward him. With a bellow the musician slams his shoulder into Johnny's stomach, driving the spy back against the ropes. As the two men rebound from the elastic Fugue pulls Johnny upward again, turning the secret agent completely over in the air to land on his back. Fugue arches his body upward in a bridge and the referee alertly slides in to count--

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH--Johnny kicks out, scrambling away.

 

"Fugue attacks with a German suplex, Johnny counters with a belly-to-belly throw, and Fugue retaliates with a Northern Lights suplex!" Axis babbles.

 

"Fugue is absorbing the punishment and not slowing down!" the King adds. "He can dish it out--AND he can take it!"

 

Johnny stumbles to his feet, moving away from his opponent. Fugue pursues, pouncing and landing a hard chop on Johnny's chest, forcing him back into the corner. Grabbing at Johnny's chest, Fugue yanks open his shirt to the happy screams of the female audience members. Rearing back, Fugue suddenly whips his arm across with a resounding SMACK!

 

"WOO!" yells the audience.

 

"HA!" yells the King. "These fans cheer for Fugue and HATE THEMSELVES FOR IT!"

 

Fugue grins insanely at the audience, and rears back--and Johnny's fist lashes out to catch Fugue in the stomach. The musician doubles over as the crowd roars. Johnny hooks both his arms under Fugue's, hops up onto the second rope and leaps out of the corner. Both men spin in the air as Johnny pulls his opponent down to slam face-first onto the mat.

 

"INCREDIBLE!" Axis hypes. "A double underhook TORNADO DDT! Johnny is once again going after Fugue's neck, which he nearly destroyed with a Vertebreaker in their first match!"

 

Johnny sways a bit as he regards the prone Fugue, then he runs to the corner and quickly ascends to the top. A huge wave of noise builds from the audience as Johnny pauses for a moment--then he LEAPS backward and falls down, ALL the way down to slam stomach-first onto his opponent. Panting heavily, Johnny pulls Fugue onto his back and covers him. The ref counts--

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH--NO! Fugue kicks out!

 

"UnbeLIEVable!" Axis cries. "Johnny brings the pain with a moonsault from the top turnbuckle!"

 

Johnny gets up and Fugue again charges in to the attack. He slaps Dangerous across the chest, pushing him against the ropes. The musician grabs Johnny's tie and pulls it off, tossing the silken strip aside, then slaps again with an echoing crack. Fugue shoots a wild grin at the crowd as he grabs Johnny's arm and whips him across the ring. Johnny bounces off the ropes to the ducking Fugue--but the agent grabs Fugue around the neck and swings around, pulling both competitors to the mat with a hard impact.

 

"Beautiful swinging neckbreaker from Johnny Dangerous!" Axis cries. "His incredible speed can turn the tide of any match!"

 

Johnny pushes himself slowly to his feet. He scowls at his fallen opponent and aims a kick--but Fugue catches the leg and pops up, spinning downward to drag Johnny down to the mat. As the super spy goes down Fugue slithers up to catch hold of one of his arms, seating himself on Johnny's back and wrenching backward.

 

"A Fujiwara armbar!" Axis says. "Fugue is torturing Johnny's arm and back!"

 

"Fugue loves to go after those arms!" the King asserts. "If you can't use your arms, you can't do much of anything!"

 

Fugue reaches back for Johnny's other arm, but the agent suddenly pushes himself up and spins his body, rolling away from the pressure. Fugue topples onto his back and Johnny pushes him down, but Fugue pushes away before the ref can begin to count. The spy pursues, grabbing Fugue's arm and pulling him over in a precise judo throw. Johnny grimaces and shakes out his arm, then leaps up and lands with leg outstretched on his opponent. Fugue convulses in pain. Johnny moves to cover but then reconsiders, moving past Fugue to the turnbuckle once again.

 

"Johnny can't resist showing off for his fans!" Axis notes. "He's got control of the match and isn't letting up!"

 

"Oh, please," the King scoffs. "Why bother with those lousy fans? They only get you in trouble!"

 

Johnny ascends the turnbuckle again, the audience urging him on. The spy turns, looking down at his fallen opponent. Dangerous raises his arms and inhales...then launches himself forward to turn a complete flip in the air, bearing down on Fugue with a savage grace. He slams down and rolls off of Fugue--who has his knees pulled up to his chest. Johnny convulses in pain, rolling away, as Fugue curls up on his side, holding himself.

 

"My GOD!" Axis cries over the noise of the fans. "Johnny tried for a SENTON BOMB--but Fugue got his knees up!"

 

"A desperate ploy by Fugue!" the King says. "It didn't prevent the full force of the impact--but it damn sure hurt Johnny! Both men felt THAT one!"

 

Eddy Long surveys the two combatants. He finally raises his hands to begin a count, but Fugue pulls himself up by the ring ropes, breathing heavily. Johnny, on the other side of the ring, manages to get to his feet under his own power. Both men are greeted by applause from the audience.

 

"This is Fugue's chance!" the King says. "He's gotta capitalize now! Come on, Fugue, suck it up!"

 

Johnny pushes himself up, surveying his opponent groggily. Fugue quickly recovers, though he shakes his head dazedly. Johnny decides to mount an attack this time, grappling Fugue by the shoulders. He catches Fugue's head and jumps downward to a sitting position, Fugue rebounding off and staggering back clutching his face. Johnny immediately pops up and catches Fugue by the head again, this time leaping backward and driving Fugue into the mat head-first. The musician twitches as the audience yells its approval.

 

"A devastating jawbreaker and DDT by Dangerous!" Axis narrates.

 

"Damn, Fugue is letting Johnny have too much leeway here!" the King scoffs.

 

Johnny shakes his head and tries to steady himself. Fugue creeps forward and lashes out with a punch, staggering his opponent. The secret agent attempts a chop of his own, but Fugue ducks and jabs Johnny in the stomach. As the spy reels, Fugue catches him around the neck and ducks his head down. With a tremendous effort Fugue hauls his opponent up in a suplex--then turns him around in midair and slams him down to the mat, landing in a sitting position himself. Fugue flops down onto a cover, and Eddy Long counts--

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR--Johnny KICKS OUT!

 

"ORANGE CRUSH!" Axis yells. "Fugue hit the elusive Orange Crush on Johnny Dangerous!"

 

"Fugue's showing Johnny what it means to REALLY wrestle!" the King chortles.

 

"I have a feeling Johnny Dangerous is learning a lot tonight!" Axis replies.

 

"Yeah--cause Fugue is taking him to SCHOOL!"

 

Johnny rolls away, this time taking advantage of the assistance of the ropes to pull himself upright. Fugue stumbles back, shaking his head, a rictus grin fixed on his face. The crowd begins a "JOHN-NY! JOHN-NY!" chant for their hero. The spy gets to his feet and steps away from the ropes, bringing a cheer from the audience. He launches himself forward and spins with a kick that slams into Fugue's shoulder. The musician reels, then slips down and spins with a sweeping kick. The spy sees the blow and jumps, lashing out with another kick that scores on Fugue's face. The crowd cheers but Fugue won't go down! He pushes himself up to his feet, but Johnny sets himself and leaps upward, landing on Fugue's shoulders and whipping his own body backward! Fugue tumbles forward and flips over his opponent, who ends up sitting on his chest. The audience goes wild as Eddy Long once again counts--

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THRE--Fugue kicks out convulsively, pushing Johnny off of him!

 

"BEAUTIFUL Hurricanrana by the Secret Agent!" Axis cries.

 

"But does Johnny have anything left in the tank?" the King yells.

 

Fugue fights back to his feet, swinging wildly at Johnny Dangerous. The super spy pushes through the blows and slips around to pound Fugue on the back. The musician reels and Johnny latches an arm around his neck from behind, forcing Fugue back.

 

"Could this be IT?" Axis says as the crowd gets to their feet, yelling uncontrollably. "This looks to be Simply Dangerous!"

 

Fugue flails at Johnny's head, trying to catch his free arm. Thrown off balance, Johnny is pushed backward, unable to complete the move. He finally leaps backward and drives Fugue to the mat on his back, drawing an "OOOoooh" from the audience, who then begin to cheer even louder. Johnny stands, staring at the fans, his face breaking into a grin. He runs for the ropes with renewed energy--as behind him Fugue grabs at a protesting Eddy long as he tries to pull himself up. The Secret Agent jumps at the ropes, bounces off and LEAPS into the air, turning an entire somersault as the arena glitters with camera flashes--and Fugue pulls Eddy Long into the way, all three men colliding hard.

 

"MY GOD!" Axis cries. "Johnny tried to go for Simply Dangerous but Fugue pulled the ref into the equation!"

 

"Fugue obviously had Johnny truly scouted!" the King yells. "This'll teach Johnny to be too eager!"

Both men lie motionless, with the referee sprawled out halfway across the ring. Suddenly signs of life begin to show once more in the form of Fugue. One half of the SJL Magnificent Seven stirs, slowly rolling over onto his stomach, then pulling himself to his feet. He looks over towards Johnny, noticing the Super Spy has yet to move and neither has the referee. “Perfect opportunity…” he says as he rolls himself out of the ring, lifts up the dressing along side the ring and reaches for something.

 

“What’s he going for?” questions Axis.

 

Fugue lets out a casually evil smile when his hand locates his item, and low and behold he pulls out a pair of bolt cutters. The crowds waste no time in showing their negativity towards the Musician and his weapon of choice, booing ever so loudly.

 

“Don’t do it Fugue, this is not the way to go about it.”

 

“This coming from a man who has never even won the JL World Title.”

 

Meanwhile in a nearby locker room two men keep their eye’s glued steadfast to the television set, watching the match in progress. One man who is known as the Wildchild and the other simply called Dace Night. Two thirds of this so called Wild and Dangerous Night’s combo, while the other portion is in the ring trying his best to defend the most coveted prize in this business, the World Championship. “Bolt Cutters?” Dace says with a raised brow, watching the maniac in the ring brandish his devious weapon of choice. “Now if Fugue here can defeat Johnny clean, one two three… I have all the respect in the world. But you don’t cheat your way to the crown.”

 

“Dat is no way to win dis match…” says the Wildchild, nodding in agreement with Dace Night. “I dink dat mebe we aught to go keep dis one from getting out ah control.” Nothing more needs to be said, as the two are obviously in agreement making their way out the door.

 

A few paces ahead of where the duo will be headed, at the bend of a corner one man waits. The European Champion and leader of the Magnificent Seven, stands patiently for his moment to strike with a lethal steel chair griped in his hands. He grimaces wickedly when he hears two voices echoing out, and raises his chair for his moment has come.

 

“I’m not sure if Johnny Dangerous can do much more here tonight.” Says the Suicide King. “He might as well give up while he still has a leg to stand on, and a reputation somewhat still in tact. Although I question the validity of that reputation as not being very worth while and shaky at best.”

 

“Say’s you,” Axis retorts, “but you never seem to have a keen sense on someone’s abilities. You always say Johnny Dangerous is going to loose, and what happens if I may be so bold as to ask?”

 

“You may, but don’t be surprised if I sock you for my answer.”

 

“Well He wins! Quite often too, and he even won the World Championship from your personal King witness, Judge Mental.”

 

“Like I said before, Judge’s mind was so set on going to the WF his judgement got a wee bit clouded when wrestling in these hallowed halls one last time. It cost him, but he still went on to greater things, while Johnny here couldn’t wrestle his way out of a paper bag fished out of a sewer line.”

 

Pain.

 

It has finally begun to settle in.

 

The word itself doesn’t even begin to describe the amount of brutality that Johnny’s body is feeling. Even though the Barracuda knows he must push on, his championship is at stake and he will be damned if he lets it fall into the hands of the undeserving. “Fugue…” He utters as he begins to pull himself up from the mat, reaching out for the ropes to help take some of the burden off his legs.

 

“It looks like Johnny Dangerous isn’t done yet!” Axis excitedly shouts. “He has put his body on the line in this match. Normal men would have submitted long ago, but this is no normal man… He’s a spy!”

 

“Oh for the love of Myself,” an irritated Suicide King replies, “will you just shut up with your verbal blow jobs for Johnny Dangerous already! I’ve had it up to here!” Raising his hand to the top of his neck, the Suicide King emphasizes just how far. “And I can’t stand it no more! Fugue has just taken Johnny Dangerous to town and he’s about to knock him clear over town hall, but all you can do is cry over your sad excuse for a World Champion?”

 

Inside the ring where it counts, Johnny has risen to the occasion, standing tall as he begins to bring himself back into the proper mind. The mind of a fighting Champion, and not just any champion but the World Champion. Nearby on the other side of the ring, Fugue has slithered into the ring with his beloved pair of bolt cutters firmly griped in his hand. He grimaces wickedly as he begins to slowly and ever so quietly, sneak in behind Johnny with the stealth of a Ninja. He slowly begins to draw his weapon out, preparing to strike. The bolt cutters glisten off the hot white lights that beat down hard onto the ring, sparking a rash of jeering from this crowd that seems to so adore the Secret Agent, Johnny Dangerous.

 

“Oh sh*t. Do not turn around Johnny, I mean it.”

 

Axis warning seems to fall upon deaf ears as Johnny himself does exactly what was forbid, turning around into his untimely demise, falling to the Musician’s master plan as Fugue himself lets out a mighty grunt while wildly swinging for the Dangerous One’s head! It’s times like this that one has to sit back for a second and thank their lucky stars that they are in fact highly trained spies. These type of moments are a dime a dozen in the everyday life of a spy, and as so you grow accustomed to these so called “sneaky” attacks.

 

WOOOSH!!

 

“Hey, he should try the limbo if he can bend that far back!” notes Axis, watching as Johnny quickly bends his back… well back, to avoid the bolt cutters. “Jesus Christ, that was close!” the Super Spy thinks to himself when he feels just how close he came to having his head separated from his shoulders. The breaking winds from the fast motion pass right over his nose, and the near closeness is what makes the crowds literally explode like someone stuck a stick of dynamite up under their asses!

 

“Damn it to hell!” Shouts the Suicide King as he begins to steam with anger so intensely you could almost mistake him for a locomotive! “Once again I am robbed of seeing some really good and brutal shot’s to this idiot, Johnny Dangerous! Take a little more time, Fugue! Get your target locked into your sights good, come on! I wanna see some blood!”

 

Fugue nearly spirals himself out of control from his missed swing with the raw power he exterted for it, almost falling down in the process. Not being one to run such an occurance from happening, Johnny quickly bolts back to an upright position, then just as quickly drops down, swings his leg out, and kicks the Musician’s pivoting foot right out from under him!

 

“Russian Leg Sweep, and Fugue’s going to meet the mat head first!”

 

 

 

 

THUNK!

 

“Oof!” Johnny immediately doubles over, grabbing onto his stomach when the bolt cutters make a ferocious connection with his so called chiseled abs!

 

“Oh my word! Fugue just got himself disqualified! I hope it was worth it to him!”

 

“Since when the hell did you become the Referee, Axis?” ask King. “He didn’t see it, and for that matter I didn’t either. It was to quick for the naked eye.”

 

With Johnny gasping for air like a near drowning victim and dropped to his knees, he makes himself out to be a pretty damn good target as the Musician raises the bolt cutters high over his head. His face flashes an oh so evil smile that would send the Devil himself packing, just before he lets out a loud grunt, swinging down with the bolt cutters over Dangerous’ back!

 

WHUNK!

 

“Jesus! Somebody get in there and help him!” cries Axis as the crowds behind him elicit an “Ooh!” watching the brutal attack!

 

“NgHHhH!” Johnny lets out a horrendous cry of pain from the tremendous blow! The force of a pair of bolt cutters slamming into his spine, thrusts him face down into the mat. Johnny tries to push on still, daring to challenge the pain and begins to once again try and stand to his feet with one hand rubbing the small of his back. “Mission failed, Dangerous!” snarls Fugue as he draws back on his weapon once again and swings it like a golf club for the Barracuda’s jaw!

 

 

 

WHHHAAACCCKKKK!!!!

 

“OH MY GOD!” shrieks Axis! “Fugue has lost his mind!”

 

“Yeah, a long time ago, Axis.”

 

Blood flies in every which way but loose when the bolt cutters cut into his Johnny’s jaw line, knocking him a good three feet back, flat on his ass! Fugue lets out a bit of a menacing laugh while lowering his weapon, and realizing victory is all but his to take. Taking note of the Referee stirring, the Musician hastily slings the bolt cutters out of sight and makes way for a nearby turnbuckle.

 

“I can’t believe this. Fugue has just decimated Johnny Dangerous with those bolt cutters, someone high up should call for a disqualification!”

 

“He’s not getting disqualified so your little petition can just end here. Hey, he’s going up top!”

 

“What I would like to know,” says Axis, “is where in the world are Johnny’s counterparts at? You know Wildchild and Dace night from this new Wild and Dangerous Nights group. Surely they are not going to just sit back there and watch their friend get robbed of his championship.”

 

“Maybe they know better than to interfere with a match. Why, that would be cheating.”

 

“Oh and hitting someone with a pair of bolt cutters isn’t?”

 

“What bolt cutters?”

 

Amongst a hateful audience jeering loudly behind him, Fugue perches himself atop the turnbuckle and begins to stand up with his back facing the ring.

 

“This is just adding insult to injury!”

 

With little hesitation at all, the Musician leaps high into the air, flipping in mid air as he spins his body around, and descends over Johnny Dangerous!

 

WHAM!!!!

 

Fugue’s body slams into Johnny’s chest with a four fifty fire bird splash, knocking what little bit of life was left inside him straight to hell in a hand basket, no less!

 

“GRAND FINALE!” King excitedly shouts. “This is it! We are going to have us a new World Champion!”

 

Quickly getting back to his feet, the Musician crosses his arms with quite the smug look, placing one foot atop Johnny’s shattered chest. The Referee crawls over to the scene of the accident and despite everyone’s pleas, issues a count!

 

 

 

ONE!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“YEEESSSS!!!!” Never in weeks has the Suicide King been so joyous! “The God’s… I mean I have smiled down upon us tonight! Fugue has done it!”

 

“NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!” Shouts Axis, bolting from his seat in almost a… rage. “SOMEBODY GET SOME MEDICS OUT HERE NOW! NOW GOD DAMN IT, NOW!”

 

“Calm down, it’s just a bit of a flesh wound.”

 

Checking on Johnny Dangerous, the Referee frantically tries to awaken him. The blood continues to flow, pouring out from him like an avalanche, coming down a mountain. The Referee bolts to his feet, and waves his arms around like a lunatic, signaling for the medics to get in the ring pronto!

 

“Oh my God!” Axis can’t believe his one good eye what he has just witnessed, and it shows as his voice begins to crack! “This can’t be, this is no way to earn a Championship! Especially not the World Championship!”

 

“Say’s who?” snaps the Suicide King. “It don’t matter how it is won, all that matters is it is won! Like I have said a million times before reciting a personal favorite of mine. Win at all cost, cheat to win if you have to, but win! Fugue’s intensity is just a tad to much for your sheltered Australian upbringing, I suppose.”

 

“I have no problems with intensity. What I have a problem with is the lack of honor shown here tonight. This World Championship has been tainted as there is now blood on it! The blood that is covering Fugue’s hands!”

 

“It’ll wash off.” The Suicide King replies with a smug smile. One which makes Axis do the only thing he can now. Shake his head in sorrow for the actions of some.

 

The crowds share the appalled state of mind Axis is in. Lobbing anything not bolted down towards the ring. Paper cups, balled up popcorn bags, Dipping Dots containers, and even a few shoes. But as this show comes to a screeching halt, there is one man who insanely laughs at the crowd’s despair, and at the lifeless body sprawled on the mat. The man who has managed to rip the very soul out of Johnny Dangerous and grind it into the mat to claim his prize. The very prize that the referee slips into his hand, while grabbing his other arm and raising it in victory, the SJL World Heavyweight Championship Belt!

 

“Your winner,” declares Funyon, “and NEW!

 

“Smarks!”

 

“Junior Leagues Heeeaaavyweight champioooon of the WOOOOOORLLLDDD….”

 

“FUGUUUUUUUEEEE!!!!!”

 

The crowds fire off another round of sweltering boos, but in spite Fugue smiles wickedly while slinging the Championship belt over his shoulder. With the Armada of Paramedics swarming the ring to recessitate the bloodied and battered body of one Johnny “the Barracuda” Dangerous, the former battleground has become quite flooded. “This is no place for a Champion.” He thinks to himself, as he begins to make his grand exit of the evening with his newfound glory draped across his shoulder.

 

“I thought things were really starting to look brighter for the Junior Leagues after Johnny Dangerous managed to take the World Championship away from Judge Mental on his last night here. But once again a dark cloud has ascended down upon all of us, and I wonder how we can survive anymore.”

 

“Eh?” The Suicide King bats his eyes at Axis’ unwanted visualizations of his misery. “Someone needs to kick up your dosage of Celexa. How can you be glum? Johnny Dangerous gets to ride a stretcher the hell out of Dodge, and a helicopter! Plus we have a brand spanking new World Champion! Oh happy daayyyy!”

 

“This is Axis… for the…”

 

“Quite, your sucking the life out of the room!” snaps King, while dancing in his chair to the tune of his song. “For droopy here, this is the Suuuuicide KING saying Goodnight to all, we’ll see you back here for Metal! Oh happy daaaayyy…”

 

The show begins to fade to black, but before it does we see Fugue standing at the top of the entrance ramp. He takes one last look towards the ever so hateful audience and raises the World Championship for them to see one last time for the evening. Yes, a new era is being ushered in. For now on people will dance to a new tune… To the symphony… of destruction.

 

…and it ain’t over till the fat lady sings. Not by a long shot!

[Guest Suicide King]

RESULTS!!

 

First of all, thanks to everyone who wrote promos, with particular kudos to Ejiro who wrote a promo for someone else's angle!!

 

Tag match? What tag match?

 

Janus squeaks by Ejiro to become the new European champion! Surely Ejiro will be unhappy that Wildchild has once again foiled his plans...

 

And speaking of Wildchild, he ably defeats the rising Arianwyn Rivenstone.

 

And in the main event, Fugue upends Johnny Dangerous and takes his belt, severely injuring him in the process! Looks like things are boiling over between M7 and Wild, Dangerous, and Night!