SJL Metal (12/17)

December 18, 2002

OPENING PROMO

-Fugue explains how it feels to have orchestrated his rise to the top and the downfall of a spy. If he wants, CC will make an orchestra available to him for this promo.

SINGLES MATCH

”Mountain” Mike Moran vs. James Morin

- CC thinks that Moran is underperforming to his potential. Let’s see if he can turn it around against our jobber to the stars, James Morin!!

- Match Description: Standard.

- Word Limit: 3500

- Send To 5_moves_of_doom

EUROPEAN TITLE MATCH

Janus vs. Insane Luchador

- No rest for the virtuous, Janus! You may have squeaked by Ejiro, but now you’re gonna earn your belt against the dangerous Insane Luchador!

- Match Description: Standard

- Word Limit: 4500

- Send To realitycheck

TRIPLE THREAT FIRST PIN WINS MATCH

C4 vs. Jack the Ripper vs. Dace Night

-Let’s see what the boys can do… two of these men have been very, very bad. To punish them, they are going up against a man who can rightly be called the “Phenom” of the JL, Dace Night!!

-Match Description: No elimination, standard triple threat rules. First pin or submission wins.

-Word Limit: 5000

-Send to: Longdogger_Pete

MAIN EVENT

FIRST BLOOD MATCH TO DETERMINE THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE WORLD TITLE!!!

Wildchild vs. Ejiro Fasaki

- There is no feud hotter than the one raging between these two men. Last week Wildchild cost Ejiro his beloved Ejiropean Title! Throw in the dueling stables and the history of animosity and you have what may very well be a classic… but what about Fugue and Johnny Dangerous? Will either man make an appearance to attempt to sway the outcome?

- Match Description: No DQ, no countout. First one to bleed loses. And I don’t want to see a papercut here kids, I want gushers!

- Word Limit: 6000

- Send To: TheBostonStrangler

December 18, 2002

In the beginning...was darkness.

And then a voice said,

"Let there be...METAL!!!"

BOOM! KEERASH~!! NYEEEEEEEEEEKERPOWBABABABABOOM!!!

The Carlson Center is packed to the brim with screaming Alaskan fans and their moose pets! (No, I'm just kidding. Moose are too big and mean to be domesticated. Actually they're seals.) The cameras spin crazily around the audience who, in accordance with ancient tradition, have inscribed snow-white placards with encouraging comments and attempts at cleverness. Including such absolute gems as "It's Good To Be The King", "I Want To Be DISCIPLEined", "Flesher Is Still God", "Johnny Is Still Dangerous",

"Good evening fans and WELCOME to SJL METAL!" Axis yells from the depths of his fur-lined parka. "It's cold here in Alaska, but we've got a HOT show for you tonight!"

"Nice one, Axis," the King nods, wearing a jacket only slightly thicker than his usual apparel. "Good use of contrast there. Almost enough to disguise your Aussie inability to handle cold without whimpering."

Axis glares and opens his mouth but his cut off by Funyon's voice. "Ladies and GENTLEMEN," Funyon booms over the cheering crowd, "I would like you to please welcome--your own FAIRBANKS SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA!" The fans go wild with hometown applause as the camera focuses on a number of musicians in formal wear set up on the entrance stage. Microphones are plainly evident, letting the TV audience hear the orchestra tune up.

"Interesting," the King comments. "Adds a bit of class to the whole show."

"Unfortunately, they can't compensate for your LACK of class," Axis snaps.

"Touchy, touchy."

A conductor taps on his music stand with his baton, the musicians coming to order. The fans actually quiet down to listen. Silence settles over the hall. Then one violinist stands, her bow poised...

And after three seconds of a familiar theme the crowd bursts into booing. Undaunted, the rest of the orchestra joins in the rendition of Bach's 'Toccata and Fugue in D minor'. "Of course!" the Suicide King cackles. "Who else would want an orchestra in the arena?"

"We should have known," Axis agrees. "This can only be because of--LOOK! There he is!" Strobes flash as a dark figure steps onto the stage. Fugue surveys the audience with a smile, soaking in the derision of the fans, then opens his coat to reveal the SJL World Championship Belt around his waist! The booing redoubles as Fugue pulls off the belt and holds it into the air, then slings it over his shoulder and begins to walk to the ring (pausing to shake the conductor's hand as he passes).

"It's none other than the NEW SJL World Champion, FUGUE!" Axis says. "Out for his traditional post-Championship-win speech!"

Fugue slinks down to the ring, dodging the occasional thrown cup or snowball. He begins to take off his coat, then reconsiders and slips between the ropes with it still on. Finally the musician takes off his hat and surveys the crowd, grinning widely at the disdain shown him.

"These stupid Alaskan fans! I think the cold's affected their minds!" the King proclaims. "They should show some respect to the CHAMPION!" Axis just rolls his eyes.

Fugue takes a microphone from a scurrying flunky and smiles at the cameras. He pauses for a moment to listen to the various obscene chants directed his way by the fans. Then he slowly raises the mike to his face and speaks one word...

"FINALLY."

A new wave of boos meets this statement. "Finally, after all this time in the SJL, I have reached a crescendo!" Fugue continues. "It's been a long, hard road, fraught with dissonance and pain...but in the end everything turned out," he grins, "harmoniously." Fugue shakes out his arms a bit and begins to speak again. "And after defeating Johnny Dangerous--"

Suddenly flickering to life, the Smarktron fires up a live shot of the arena?s parking garage. "What's going on here?" asks Axis, making note than nothing out of the ordinary is taking place. Then, just when all seems quiet and nothing could possibly ruin this peaceful December evening...

vvvVVVVVVRRRRROOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!

Then out of nowhere the robust growl of one menacing engine cuts through the night, seconds before a stark blue BMW Z3 blast through the garage! Its dark tinted windows conceal its driver, and the neon undercarriage lighting give it a vibrant glow.

"Good Lord," shouts Axis, "Look at that car! Now who in the heck could afford a car like that around here? Hell we don't even pay our top stars enough to buy one of those."

"I had one of those once," replies King. "In fact, it was stolen...I think that might be it!"

"Yeah, sure thing."

It moves through the garage at speeds usually reserved for the Autobaun, sharply turning the corner and charging straight for--

"This way!" cries Axis! "I think it's headed our way!"

Sure enough it is, blasting right down the halls. The cameras can barely keep up with the vehicle, it's moving so briskly. Stage hands and Backstage interviewers dodge out of its way, hoping to live to see another day.

"Fugue is trying to talk out here!" grumbles the Suicide King. "Can we not have these little interruptions? How is this damn car more important than what Fugue has to say?" Fugue, for his part, is watching the SmarkTron with a smile.

Then just when it couldn't possibly get any worse, one name rings out that forces the crowds to stand to their feet, and let out a tremendous cheer!

"Johnny Dangerous!"

"OH GOD, NO!" cries King as the instrumental Mission Impossible II theme begins to thump through the crowds and out from backstage comes--

VROOOOMMMM!!!!

The BMW flies out, scattering the Fairbanks Symphony Orchestra as it tears down the ramp, waiting until the last possible moment before slamming on the brakes!

"IT'S JOHNNY DANGEROUS! OH MY GOD, HE IS HERE! WHAT WILL HE DO TO FUGUE!" Axis hyperventilates.

"Someone get security out here! We don?t allow cars to the ring in this federation!" the King snaps.

Having lost total self-control, the crowd cheers with glee as the door to the vehicle swings open and out steps the man on a mission, Johnny Dangerous! His jaw is bruised and swollen, but set in an expression of determination! The secret agent slips quickly into the ring and walks right up to Fugue, glaring at the musician with a confident smirk.

Fugue smiles back at his erstwhile opponent. The crowd goes nuts as the two warriors stare at each other face to face. Finally Fugue raises his microphone again.

"Hey, Johnny. How's your jaw?"

A chorus of boos from the audience. Johnny Dangerous smiles, just slightly, then yells something at Fugue. The champion gestures towards the side of the ring. "Hey, can we get a mike for my friend here?"

"See, even after winning the championship, Fugue is still a gentleman!" the King asserts.

"Maybe he just feels confident that Johnny is too injured to fight him," Axis replies. "In which case, I think that would be grossly underestimating Johnny Dangerous!"

Fugue finally obtains a microphone and, smiling as he keeps close watch on Johnny Dangerous, hands it over. The secret agent snatches it--and then smiles himself, the audience cheering at the return of their cocky hero. "All I want to ask," Johnny says with merely a trace of anger in his voice, "Is...when's my REMATCH?"

A huge ovation greets this query. "WHOA!" says Axis. "That's getting right to the point!"

"Rematch?" Fugue raises his eyebrows. "Oh, you mean--for this?" He holds up the SJL Title...then drops it to the mat. "I don't care about this." The musician grins as Johnny blinks in surprise. "Actually, that's not quite true--I DO care. But what this title means to me," Fugue says softly, moving his face right up to Johnny's, "is as a symbol of the climax of an extraordinary theme. It reminds me of the pain I've caused to so many stars...and you." He grins. "That's what it means to me. And what does it mean to you, Johnny? What sort of weak and idle theme do you have? I thought you were going to stay in the hospital, maybe find a pretty nurse to kill time with." Johnny winces just a little, a motion Fugue catches. "But Mike eventually understood," Fugue continues.

Suddenly the musician lashes out and slams the mike into Johnny's face, producing a thump over the speakers and sending the agent reeling. "And so will YOU! Oof!" Fugue yells as Johnny retaliates with a stiff punch! The audience goes crazy as the two men grapple--Fugue grabs Johnny's arm and jerks him across the ring. The spy bounces off the ropes and charges back--but Fugue catches Johnny's legs with his own and spins, sending Johnny face first to the mat!

"My GOD!" Axis cries. "This has exploded--Fugue hits a drop toe-hold!"

"On Johnny's pretty swollen face!" the King says gleefully.

Fugue grabs his belt, jumps out of the ring and lands on the car. He turns and raises the title with a huge smile. "This isn't over!" he cries. "It's only the BEGINNING, JOHNNY!"

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December 18, 2002

The eyes of everyone in the arena go to the Smarktron, as the camera situated in the parking lot picks up an approaching vehicle. The car is nothing spectacular, an old looking bronze Holden Torana that makes a turn into a parking space and cuts the engine. SJL reporter extraordinaire Ben Hardy just happens to be on the scene, and heads over to the car. The door opens, an errant lock of white hair alerting the arena to the occupant, and a cheer runs through the arena as Janus steps out of the vehicle and rises to his full height.

He's clad in his usual ring attire, with the exception of an extremely dark purple shirt, which has an artist's rendering of the giant of it, arms lifted in victory. The Anti-Heel Machine ducks and pulls his sports bag out of the car as well, slinging it over his right shoulder and looking up at the arena. He turns towards Hardy as he approaches. The reporter is giddy with adrenaline - perhaps from the excitement in the arena.

Hardy: "Janus!! Big guy! You're here! How does it feel to be the European champion?"

Janus: "It feels.... like I'm the European champion"

The deadpan tone kind of kills Hardy's giddiness, but the reporter perseveres.

Hardy: "Any comment on your match tonight?"

Janus: "No."

Before Hardy can make another comment, Janus swings open the door to the backstage area and steps inside, the door swinging shut behind him. The camera switches to one inside the backstage area that watches Janus as he walks along. The giant seems unconcerned by everything around him, at least until a voice rings out of the quiet garage area he walks through.

"Janus!"

The crowd boos in stunned surprise as the giant turns around, and the camera pans to see who spoke - none other than the ex-champion Ejiro Fasaki! The crowd in the arena starts a "Fuck You Fasaki" chant as the Smarktron shows the two superstars facing each other in the backstage area. Janus looks down at the ex-champion, and lifts his eyebrows, tone his usual deadpan.

Janus: "What do you want?"

Ejiro: "I just wanted to congratulate you on your victory last week. Boy, did you go to work on me or what? I have to say; I was mighty sore the next day. So what it's like to be the Ejiropean Champion when so many others couldn't get the job done?"

Janus: "You mean the European Title."

Ejiro: "Did I say Ejiropean again? Sorry, force of habit and all, I just got so used to having that thing around with me. Anyway, its in good hands now as far as I'm concerned, you know, except for the stink that’s on it now."

Janus: "What stink?"

Ejiro: "Oh you know, the stink of that cheating son of a bitch by the name of WildChild. It's such a shame that he had to cost you your opportunity at becoming a European Champion with some dignity. Instead, you have the shadow of that interference hanging over your head. It's a shame really, I mean, here you are The Anti-Heel Machine and someone's interference hands you your first title here in SJL competition."

Janus: "I had nothing to do with that."

Ejiro: "Hey, you're preaching to the choir here. I know you would never have anything to do with a bum like WildChild."

Janus: "And I wouldn't have anything to do with you either."

Ejiro: "Why? Because we're heels? Come now, Janus, being a heel or a face nowadays is totally arbitrary. I don't wrestle the least bit different than I did when I was a 'good guy’; I'm just more honest with myself. See, The Magnificent Seven might be dirty, rotten low down snakes. And we are. But we also are totally honest about that fact. We aren't pretending to be heroes like WildChild, Dangerous, or Night. We are what we say we are, a couple of viscious bastards that do what we have to do to win. I don't think everyone on the roster can say the same thing. After all, who benefited from interference last week? Was it me... or was it you? Just think about what I said Janus, you haven't seen the last of me just yet."

Ejiro walks back off screen as Janus takes a long look downward at his feet. Thinking for just a second before cinching up his bag over his shoulder once again and walking into the arena.

December 18, 2002

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A catchy jingle plays as the graphic for new G0R0 brand cereal with tiny marshmallow wrestling rings and rainbows fades off the screen. The shot fades back to SJL Metal as several large pyrotechnics explode mid ring, prompting the simple and cold Inuit people to cower in fear in the stands. An Eskimo shaman stands up and tries to hurl a spell to cause the flames to back down, but to no avail. The shaman is himself incinerated in a blaze of purple pyro.

Axis: Christ its cold in here! This place HAS heat, why isn’t it on? *Axis hugs himself to keep warm*

King: What would be the point of being in Alaska if it wasn’t freeze-your-nuts-off cold? My parka and I are just find thank you.

Axis: Anyways, welcome to SJL Metal. I’m Axis, accompanied by the ever prepared Suicide King.

King: Yep, be prepared, that’s what we teach in Heel Scouts. I’m the local pack... err... stable leader. My boys are some of the meanest little bastards you ever met. They make me proud to be alive.

Axis: Heel Scouts... right... *Axis clears throat* First up, we’ve got “Mountain” Mike Moran taking on the ever popular James Morin!

King: Blah, blah, blah... Like this match means a damned thing. A cruiser who I didn’t even know was still lurking around the undercard and a new guy who hasn’t even gotten a win yet going at it. Gonna be LOADS of fun!

Axis: Come on, give it a chance, I’m sure that they can put on a good show!

King: Can you say CURTAIN JURKER?

Axis: Can you say shut up?

King: Of course, but its usually followed by a threat to lock you in a shed.

All of a sudden, “Real American” rocks the speakers and the crowd emits an Earth shattering pop. All their misguided hopes for the first match of the evening are fizzled out as people rush back from the concession area to see this legend in the industry. The JL apparently opened their pocketbooks up wide and purchased the biggest star the industry has ever seen. To the delight of the fans, the music keep playing and they even begin singing along with the words, waiting in orgasmic anticipation as the icon steps through the curtain...the man... the myth...

James Morin.

The crowd’s cheers are cut off as if on cue and as James Morin walks excitedly to the ring, he is met with nothing but silence and several coughs. This does nothing to dampen Morin’s spirits though as he sprints the rest of the way to the ring and jumps inside. He walks around the ring shaking his arms in the ultra focused and prepared state. Funyon pipes up and gives his little intro schpiel to the puzzled crowd. “Ladies and Gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!! In the ring, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, he weighs in at one hundred and ninety three pounds... James MOOORIIIN!!”

Tossing his sunglasses to the crowd, a little souvenir for a special fan, James Morin leaps to the turnbuckle and moonsaults backwards onto his feet, causing the crowd to get mildly excited. As Morin paces the ring, trying to get the crowd excited by any means short of sexual favors, Black Sabbath’s “War Pigs” fires up and “Mountain” Mike Moran steps through the curtain and paces slowly to the ring. The simple Inuit people almost mess their pants upon hearing the apparently scary sounds of Ozzy Osbourne’s voice. As the big man moves slowly to the ring, some daring people start to taunt Moran who offhandedly tells them what he did with their mothers last night.

“And now entering the ring... umm... using the steel steps... wiping his feet on the mat... stepping over the top rope... pausing to look at the fans... stepping completely over the top rope into the ring... hailing from Battle Creek, Michigan... he weighs in tonight at approximately three hundred and nineteen pounds... ‘Mountain’ Mike MOOORAAAN!!” Moran beats his chest with one hand and then raises it to the sky as the crowd boos at Mike Moran’s arrogance... or the time he took getting in the ring.

Axis: Well what a battle of opposites we have tonight. The quick, enthusiastic, pseudo-fan favorite James Morin taking on the strong, brutal, heel-tastic Moran. Two men, similarly spelled last names, very different techniques.

King: I’m just hoping either it’ll be a good old fashioned hoss squash or that the big guy gets winded and drops so the match will end quick.

DING!! DING!! DING!!

The match begins as James Morin half charges towards Moran but stops short and points to his head. He then turns around and holds his arms out, gently asking the crowd to cheer for him which they happily oblige. The cheers puzzle Moran who pets his mustache with thought and then grins and turns to the fans, beats his chest and raises his fist. The crowd boos him as the unassuming good guy walks up behind “Mountain”. A slightly perturbed Mike Moran hears footsteps coming and spins around with a punch to catch Morin upside the jaw with but the lumbering punch is unexpectedly avoided as James ducks out of the way.

The agile Morin steps to the side and leaps into the air, knocking Moran forward with a dropkick. Moran stumbles forward and rests himself on the ropes, he hangs for only a moment but when he turns is surprised big-time as Morin springs from the top rope and spins Moran to the ground with a spinning DDT. Morin quickly makes a cover but before the ref can even get to the mat, Moran elevates Morin in the air straight up. The quick thinking of Morin allows him to take advantage of his new elevation as he extends his elbow, hoping to hit Moran with an elbow drop on his decent down. Morin has no such luck however as Moran sits up quickly after the ill-fated pin attempt, causing Morin to hit is elbow on nothing but mat.

Axis: Oooohh, Morin went for the elbow drop trying to counter the kick out by the massive Mike Moran but hit nothing but canvas.

King: Like that pencil-necked geek could ever land a decent move.

With a vengeance, Morin flies up from the mat and attempts to charge Moran but to his surprise, Moran has not yet gotten up from the spinning DDT. Slow to get up, Moran rises to his feet while Morin waits excitedly for his opponent to reach his full upright position. The crowd starts to get steadily behind Morin as he shakes his fists, waiting for Moran to reach his feet. As Moran turns around, Morin charges him and leaps forward nailing Moran with a spear. Moran however, is not as quick to pick up on Morin’s tactical maneuver as he simply looks down to see what tickled him.

Moran grabs Morin by the back, attempting to lift him up for a power move, but Morin counters with a shot to the gut, followed by another, and another. Blow after blow in rapid succession until Moran is stunned or confused enough to release his opponent. As he drops Morin, James gets his wits enough to leap to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off, throwing caution into the wind and wraps his legs around Moran’s neck, twisting his big frame to the mat with a hurrincanrana. The crowd pops for the lightweight as he gets up immediately and asks for the audiences input on the progress of the match.

King: Cocky little bastard. The crowd doesn’t mean anything in the end, quit using up your talents now when you can get them to care for you and then spread your abilities like a little jelly over a big piece of toast.

Axis: I don’t think James Morin realizes that though, this kid is showing a lot of heart here tonight.

King: You get paid the same amount of money no matter what boy! Ruining your body early on will get you nowhere but welfare.

James Morin absorbs every bit of the crowd’s applause as “Mountain” Mike Moran gets slowly to his feet. The buzz of the crowd steadily rising, Morin approaches Moran, deciding he is now wore down enough for a ground based assault. Morin begins throwing kicks at Moran; to the face, the gut, the face, the gut. The crowd growing louder and louder with every kick, Morin is now super fired up and charges to the ropes. With as much force as his one hundred and ninety three pounds can give, Morin soars and hits a flying clothesline on Moran, causing the crowd to go crazy. Moran stumbles back slowly, before crumpling to a chunky heap near the ropes.

The crowd at a mighty roar, Morin channels the energy of the crowd into himself and goes slowly to the opposite turnbuckle, almost tasting the victory at hand. The cruiser goes up top and turns to the crowd and motions as though he is going to leap off in a moonsault... but he stops himself. Does he hear the colossus Moran approaching from behind? No. Does he fear that he may not connect with the moonsault? No. The he certainly must be fearing for his own safety. No. Then what is Morin waiting for?

Axis: What in the bloomin’ hell is he waiting for?

King: An invitation maybe?

With the crowd on the edge of their seats, Morin reveals the purpose behind his delay... the fans’ pop wasn’t sufficient enough for him. He signals for more cheers from the crowd and they happily oblige him with sufficient Vitamin Applause to fly... or so it would have been... had “Mountain” Mike Moran not have gotten up and grabbed Morin into a rear sitting position on his shoulders with something dastardly in mind. Moran grins his missing-tooth smile and lifts a frightened Morin up even higher, but his confidence gets the best of him as he misses his footing and it seems as though he is going to drop Morin outside the ring.

The crowd gasps in unison as both men go crashing into the ropes, Moran left standing but James Morin flung over the top! Morin keeps his legs hooked around Moran’s neck, a sufficient enough anchor, and falls facing the ropes, he keeps himself steadied and within the blink of an eye, Morin grabs Moran’s legs and pulls the forward. At the same time, Morin repositions his legs and locks on the deadly Tarantula. It seems as though the match is won as Morin tries with all his might to keep the hold locked in but the bulk of Moran proves too much and he wriggles himself free of the dangerous hold.

Axis: Morin almost put the “Mountain” away with the Tarantula but he couldn’t keep it locked on for long enough for it to do serious damage.

King: Its true. Moran is literally too fat to lock the Tarantula on! That’s just great! Use what you’ve got I always say.

Axis: When have you ever said that?

King: Just a second ago, clean the friggin wax out of your ears.

Both competitors reach their feet at about the same time and Morin sees an opening. With mongoose-like maneuverability, Morin springs from his position on the ring outside the ropes and to the top rope. Moran barely has time to see the white of the lights of the arena before the speedy James Morin flies at him with a flip and sends him toppling to the mat with a senton bomb, prompting a huge cry of approval from the crowd. Moran lies on the mat, staring at the ceiling while Morin gets up, slower than before, but still containing his youthful energy and yells at the crowd that he is ready to try the hurrincanrana the second time around. And there was much rejoicing *Yay!*.

Morin gets to the top rope and twirls his finger around while simultaneously yelling “RANA!!” to which the crowd repeats right back at him. Morin is on top of the world as he waits for the big bastard to get to his feet. Slowly, Mike Moran begins to move and the crowd’s excitement grows with every second. As Moran reaches his feet the crowd is thoroughly intense towards the match. Moran slowly... very slowly... turns around... and James Morin leaps off...

. . .

Casting a shadow on the mat below...

. . .

He soars through the air like an eagle...

. . .

With the ease of a trapeezeman...

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Locking his legs around Moran’s shoulders...

. . .

and gets SLAMMED to the ground in a reversal into Moran’s own Wildbomb! The crowd actually gasps as they see Morin driven straight to hell by the vicious powerbomb, even the announcers are in shock.

Axis: Good LORD!! James Morin was just driven to the mat in one of the most sickening moves I have ever seen in the SJL! *Axis begins to break from his professional announcing voice, getting a tad flustered at what he’s just seen* I mean... I know it was just a powerbomb but... my GOD!! I have never seen a move thrown the hard...

King: Holy shit.

Axis: Jeez Louise... I mean... wow... what a sadistic human being it takes to do that to another man. James Morin has a momma... and Mike Moran doesn’t care!

King: Holy shit.

The crowd is dead silent as they watch the carnage in the ring. For a long moment, Moran just stands above James Morin and looks at what he’s just done. The referee is a statue as he dares not make a move until Moran does. The eerie near-silence fills the arena as the scene is frozen in the ring. The funeral quiet is suddenly broken by a low chuckle. The chuckle is then transmitted into a booming laugh emanating from the craw of “Mountain” Mike Moran. Slowly Moran moves to the side of the fallen lightweight and slaps his big boot onto Morin’s chest and demands that the ref make the cover. He reluctantly obliges.

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DING!! DING!! DING!!

As the third slap of the hand is made, the crowd lets loose their boos upon 3M as his hand is raised by the referee. Like a heavy woolen blanket, the hatred of the fans covers the ring as “War Pigs” fires up again and Moran gives one final kick to the side of James Morin, who hasn’t moved since hitting the mat. Mike Moran walks out of the ring and up the entrance ramp with a supremely powerful smile on his face. Upon reaching the stage, “Mountain” Mike Moran beats his chest with one hand and raises it in the air to show everyone in Alaska just who is boss.

Axis: I’m still in shock over what I’ve just seen. If you didn’t see this frightening move, which I’ve just been informed is called the Hellevator, you need to watch this replay. This is just indescribable! *replay shows the Hellevator destroying Morin* Needless to say, Morin is going to need medical attention.

King: Holy shit.

Axis: Well, Moran scored his first victory in the SJL and I believe he made his point with that damned Hellevator. Stay tuned for more great action on SJL Metal!

Before breaking for commercial, the screen shows a shot of some EMTs slipping a neck brace on James Morin before fading out.

Fade out.

December 18, 2002

Axis clears his throat, "And welcome back to yet another edition of SJL Metal, as of now, we have Ben Hardy standing by with Ejiro Fasaki concerning his up coming encounter with WildChild... take it away Ben!"

As the SmarkTron fades in to display Ben Hardy, the fans give out a little cheer before the camera pans a little to the right to capture the image of one of the most hated men in the entire SJL, Ejiro Fasaki. Suffice to say, the mood of the crowd rapidly changes from mild joy to a surge of incredible anger as Ben Hardy moves to speak.

"Ejiro Fasaki," begins the reporter, "just coming off the loss of your precious European Title, you will now be taking on WildChild for a shot at the World Heavyweight championship in a first blood match here tonight. What are your thoughts coming in to tonight's matchup?"

"Thoughts? Tonight is not about thoughts, Ben. Tonight is about feelings. Feelings of rage I have against WildChild for costing me my rightful crown as Ejiropean Champion for life. Feeling of dissapointment because although I have had far more success than him, that WildChild has still yet to take any of my advice concerning his career. And a feeling of sweet joy as I break open his head and watch all the cream filling come dripping out. Because, and I want WildChild to know this, I am through trying to make him understand what I've been teaching him for months upon months. He took this thing entirely too far when he cost me my title... and now... I am going to cost him his career."

"But wouldn't winning this match tonight put you in direct opposition to your partner in The Magnificent Seven, the World Heavyweight Champion, Fugue?"

"Well, perhaps it would, Ben. But sometimes people have to make sacrifices for the greater good. I was forced to sacrifice my Ejiropean Title. Johnny Dangerous sacrificed his jaw to a pair of bolt cutters. WildChild is going to have to sacrifice his blood tonight. Who knows what Fugue will have to sacrifice to me ... when I am the number one contender to his title."

"Back to you Axis."

December 18, 2002

TBS: Just realized I put this in instead of the Janus/IL match. The Euro match is below this. My bad.

The camera fades back in...

".... Well that isn't surprising at all." King mutters.

"Security is just doing it's job King." Axis answers.

"It's cold in here Axis, I'm sure they were just sharing body heat to stay warm."

"Looked a very interesting way of going about it then."

"Don't be such a proud Axis, enjoy the show, in all respects." King grins.

"I'm sure we'd lose some license or other if that had gotten on air." Axis replies.

"And gained so, so many viewers."

"Anyway, back to the wrestling bit of this show. We've got the mysterious C4, Jack The Ripper and Dace Night going at it one time around in a triple threat match."

"I much agree Axis, this get one with the show before we all freeze." King says

The shoot swings round into the ring.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match will be a triple threat match to one fall." Booms over the arena.

"Introducing first, from parts unknown, in at two hundred fifty two pounds, he goes by the alias ... C4!"

Bad Habit slices into the arena as the first set of boos kick in as the unknown masked man makes his way out to the ring. In his black mask, black t shirt, pants and black wrist tape, contrasting against his tanned and toned body, C4 jumps onto the apron and throws his arms to the crowd, just bringing down more booing. He steps into the ring and waits for the other too man.

"Second, from London, England, in at two hundred pounds .... JACK THE RIPPER!"

As the Fight Song blurs up the lights go down. A shower of pyro lights up the entrance way. Jack The Ripper emerges, to a huge chorus of boos from all over the arena. Taunting at the crowd, every inch of the way down the ramp.

Removing his trench coat, and setting it on the floor, Jack slides into the ring.

"Finally from ..!"

Cut off in mid sentence, Funyon dives out of the ring as Jack and C4 clash head on in the middle of the ring.

"And no one is waiting for the bell, but where the hell is Dace Night?" Axis shouts.

C4 and Jack go right into an exchange of flying blows. Hammering away, C4 forces Jack into the corner, and continues to pound away as the referee sides into the ring and sounds the bell.

DING, DING, DING!

You're All Gonna Die roars into life, even as the sounds off the bell still hang in the arena. The crowd bursts into cheers, just as C4 plants a big boot into Jack's head, dropping him to the mat. Turing the entrance way, he waits for Dace.

"He's in the crowd! Turn around!" King yells desperately as Dace comes charging down, leaps the barricade and slides into the ring.

Foolishly looking around at the noise from the crowd, C4 gets his first taste of a Dace Night Yakuza Kick, snapping his head back like whiplash and sending him straight to the mat.

"What an entrance, right off with a Yakuza Kick. It could be two on one if Jack and C4 work together, those are so horrible odd against them." Axis calls

"And you say I talk nonsense at times Axis." King yells back.

Jack comes back to his feet, but a lariat from Dace plasters him back against the turnbuckles. Dragging The Ripper out by his head, Dace reaches down and loops his hand under Jack's near leg and cradles his head with his free arm. Snapping Jack back, Dace bridges into the Fisherman's suplex, looking for an early win.

......1!

Smack!

"Going for the early win with that Fisherman's suplex, but C4 breaks up the count."

Looking to show his metal, C4 nails a quick right hand into Goth’s jaw, and a left and then a boot to the gut, doubling Dace over. Swinging behind him, C4 locks his arms around his victim's waist, looking for an explosive German suplex.

He hauls back looking to send Dace over head, but using a trick that he'd fallen for before, Dace sandbags and comes down with all of his wait onto C4's foots.

Breaking the grasps on him, Dace spins around and locks his arms for a German suplex of his own.

"Someone's use that one on Dace before, and he just made it part of his game plan."

"Spare men hero worship for one match Axis, I'm sure Mr. Night doesn't need it really." Snorts King.

Throwing his weight backwards, Dace sends C4 flying over head, and he just keeps going and going before crash landing into the mat half way across the ring.

HOLY SHIT!

"C4 just got a one way ticket across the ring. That's two and fifty pounds, and Dace tossed it like a rag doll! Un F'n' Believable!" shouts Axis.

But The Ripper doesn't leave any chance for an advantage to be built. A low dropkick brings Dace to his knees and off the steam roller tracks, a second dropkick, this time to the face, sends his sprawling down to the mat. Backing up, Jack slides in with a viscous tackle like dive, and plants both feet into the side of Dace's head, knocking him even further across the mat.

The crowd just show their hate of the London psycho with boo after boo.

Dragging a dazed C4 to his feet, Jack sends the masked man crashing into the corner, following in with a big clothesline, snapping his head back again. C4 staggers out of the corner, with Jack following just a bound behind, placing his hands on the back of the black mask and drives him to the mat with a Ripper's Bulldog.

"Clothesline bulldog combo from Jack keeping C4 down after a pair of dropkicks takes Dace down." Comments Axis

"Seems like Jack is odds on to win this one then." King comments comfortably

Dace struggles to his feet, but Jack is still moving fast and plants both feet into the side of the big Goth’s head with another dropkick. Turning back to C4, The Ripper starts laying down the boots over his neck, and drops down with a stiff chop across the open neck of the mystery man. Hauling him up, Jack snaps him over with a smooth snapmare, jamming C4's spine to the mat. Reading for another attack, it's now Jack's turn to be levelled as Dace spring back up and runs him down with a lariat.

"And Dace comes out of nowhere with that lariat, the fire still cooking."

A flying fist from C4 sends Dace staggering, as a series of kicks to the ribs force him to cover up, another swift boot doubles him over, as C4 snaps on a facelock and throws Dace over with a snap suplex. Rolling over, C4 keeps his grip and goes over with another snap suplex. Coming up a second time, he ducks low, swing round Dace's body and slamming on a read waist lock before hauling him up and over head with a German suplex, bringing him down hard with his shoulder on the mat.

.....1!

..Kickout!

"Explosive German suplex there from C4." King calls

"Nowhere near the power of Dace's earlier one though, and Dace kicks out after one with no trouble." Axis calls back.

Jack comes bounding back into action with a full on charge at C4, but just gets throw over head with a Railgun belly to belly suplex, sending Jack sprawling under the ropes onto the apron. The Ripper drags himself up with the ropes, but C4 is already flying off the ropes, and a forearm driven into the side of Jack's head sends him flying off the apron and crashing into the ring side barricade.

"Bang! Flying forearm literally sends Jack The Ripper flying, off the apron and back first into that hard security barricade. That's not good or anyone." Yells Axis

"Ohh.. things are hotting up. Lovely." Slimes King.

Coming back for Dace, C4 finds his legs sweep as Dace smoothly flicks him over head into a fireman's carry. Walking to the middle of the ring with C4 like a sack of potatoes, the crowd cheers in response, but it quickly turns to boos as C4 swings his body free, flying out behind Dace, but dragging his head back and down with an Inverted DDT, slamming the back of his head to the mat.

Bringing his legs around, C4 clamps them into a body scissors around the ribs of Dace, keeping his head locked, turning it into a Dragon Sleeper.

"Dragon Sleeper, with the body scissors looking to restrict the breathing and cut off Dace's air." Notes Axis.

Frilling his free arm in a attempt to nail C4 in the ribs or head, Dace tries to escape the Dragon Sleeper hold, as unseen to both men, Jack climbs back onto the apron and ascends the turnbuckles.

The referee starts call on Dace, making a check, but receives an emphatic obscenity every time.

The crowd drops to a hush then a huge crash off booing as Jack dives from the top rope, somersaulting through the air and drops two hundred pounds square into his wrapped up English foe.

"Swanton Bomb! The crowd are all over Jack The Ripper, hating his every move. Dace just had two hundred pounds hammered into his ribs from the air, which can't be good. But C4 was under all that and got squashed by four hundred fifty pounds, and the force of Jack's dive, all directly onto him. I don't know who come out worse from that one." Axis shouts.

"It doesn't matter, all it does is that Jack The Ripper is odds on favourite to win this match, as he just showed us right there." King shouts back.

Jack drapes an arm across both men, looking to take advantage of the damage he inflicted to the both of them.

......1!

......2!

Kickout!

"And Dace and C4 just power out after two, this match is still going strong!"

Jack scrambles to his feet, holding his back, still bruised after the trip into the barricade , following his own tripping steps backwards, Jack propels himself of the nearest set of ropes, and makes a run at the two bigger men as they pushes themselves up.

Jack looks for a double spear, but before he can make impact the big men show power over speed, grabbing one of The Ripper's outstretched arms each and dragging him to the mat in a double Fujiwara arm bar to calls and cheers of the fans.

"And what a counter, into a double Fujiwara arm bar. How can Jack stand two, two hundred fifty pound men try to rip his shoulder's from their sockets like that. The pain must be unimaginable. I hope he likes it." Says Axis.

"If he taps out now, who gets the fall, who will win the match and when will Axis move out of his parents basement? Find all this out right here and now!" King shouts happily.

Seeing a huge chance, C4 lets go of his side of the hold, and swiftly leaps over The Ripper's back onto Dace's and throws his arms around his neck, pulling back on a camel clutch. Forced to break his own arm bar, Dace starts clawing at the mask man's arms, trying to pull them from around his neck as Jack rolls away to safety.

For the second time the referee beings to check on Dace for a submission as the fans boo C4 furiously, just making him pull back harder on the hold.

In an unlikely turn, only because he doesn't want to lose, Jack The Ripper comes diving to the aid of his fellow Englishman, this time he connects with the spear, his shoulder all the way into C4's chest and knocking him flying across the mat.

Going with the flow of his attack, carries right on at C4, pulling him back up to his feet, before wailing on him with so old fashioned East End fisty suffs, pushing him back into the corner. A flash of steel capped boots doubles over even the well built masked man allowing Jack to wrench him out of the corner and down to the mat with a DDT. Keeping the hold clenched on The Ripper springs back to his feet and keeps on springing up the ropes, bouncing off them into a huge swing and spikes C4's head to the mat with another DDT, a Tornado one this time.

"C4 is a big strong wrestler, but I don't think much could have prepared him for the flurry of Jack's native and brutal fighting style. Then a DDT followed by a Tornado DDT drives him hard to the mat."

"And for those of you that can't handle the words big, stronger and wrestler in the same sentence, just think Hoss ok, we all know Axis did really." King leers.

Now Dace pushes himself up and makes a dash at The Ripper, but a Japanese arm drag takes him over to the mat without any options. Rolling through Dace comes right back, only to be caught by a dropkick to the chest, sending him bouncing off the ropes and flying back at Jack.

A boot cracks out, driven into Dace's gut. With a leap for victory, Jack turns and reaches back, grabbing the Brit's head, and starts a home run up the turnbuckles. A huge jump into the air and The Ripper comes diving down, spiking his shoulder up into Dace Night's chin and throat.

"Ariel Stunner! Jack nails every big of it, he could have this one in the bag right here." Axis calls as the crowd boos and jeers in frustration at a Jack.

"Go Jack! Go!"

Clutching at his throat, Dace rolls under the ropes and out of the ring, getting out of dodge.

Jack throws his arms up in celebration and to taunt the crowd.

But his victory is short lived as C4 rockets back to his feet, and hammers a forearm to the back of Jack's head. Spinning him round, C4 hammers forearms and elbows across The Rippers back, dragging him into a headscissors, the masked man locks his arms and hauls him up into the air.

"And C4 is back in the game, cutting Jack's path to a win in half." Axis shouts.

"Go C4! Go!" King calls.

Axis stares blankly at King.

Launching Jack downwards to the mat like a human missile, C4 watches him smack off it, before dropping down to cover the glazed eyed Jack.

......1!

......2!

.....Kickout!

The crowd jeer one regardless at both men.

Showing clear frustration, C4 pounds his fists into the canvass before picking Jack back to set him up for another hard trip to the mat. Bringing his leg round and hooking Jack The Ripper's, C4 grabs the nearest arm, and clinches one of his own around Jack's head, C4 sweeps the leg, hammering Jack down and smashing his neck into mat.

"Jack barely kicks out of the powerbomb, but the Power Nitro Driver, that high angle STO that C4 uses so much. Unless Dace can get back into the ring to break this up, it's over." Axis calls.

Fans boo C4 and Jack hard into the mat.

The referee drops down and beings counting.

......1!

......2!

.....NO!

"Dace pulled the referee out of the ring! He knew he couldn't make it back into the ring in time, but he could still stop the fall."

"That's cheating Axis, no two ways about it. C4 had this match done and dust, and Dace screwed him out of it. Damn him!" Yells King.

The crowd bursts into cheers as the fall is broken up by Dace.

C4 reels round, staring daggers at Dace, but a huge elbow smash snaps his head back and his eyes close, Dace's greater power doing the talking. C4 slams back first into the mat like a sack of bricks, but like a hunter smelling blood, he smells victory, and blocking all the pain he can, C4 throws himself right back up to his feet. Rushing forward, a hammering lariat tackles Dace off his feet and all most out of his boots.

"Elbow Smash, C4 pops back up, and levels Dace with a lariat. But Dace springs back up himself."

A pair of hands cut through the air and the two men slam a chop into the others chest. And the huge hands come back round and slamming off two more big chops.

WOOOOHH! WWOOOHHHH! WOOOOOHHH!

C4 swings round for one more, but Dace has head enough, ducks under the chop, and comes back up, nailing his knee all the way into C4's mid section, doubling him, and almost leaving him to collapse to the mat.

Catching the masked wrestler in his arms, the Brummie snakes his arms around his neck, pulling them tight, to choke the remaining air out of C4's body.

"Ohh.. knee to the gut cuts off the oxygen, and then the Crownless, smart move using that Front Necklock to cut off any chance of C4 getting his breath back.

Dropping to a knee, C4 makes a desperate effort to take some off the pressure off him. The Ripper finally gets back to his feet, goes for best offence he has. With a wild charge, Jack sprints up C4's back, dives through the air, catching Dace's neck on the way past. Falling to the mat, he drags Dace down with him, who drags C4 along with him.

The crowd bursts into a frenzy at the spot, which rapidly leads into hails of boos directed at Jack.

"Wow, what a move from Jack The Ripper, bounding off C4's back, taking Dace down with a neckbreaker, causing him to take C4 down to the mat with a DDT."

"Brilliant, just brilliant. But the crowd have no god damn appreciation of it Axis."

Jack rolls over, forcing himself up, and barely manages to drag C4 up to his feet as well.

Planting his hands on C4's shoulders, Jack throws himself upwards, doing a full handstand on his opponents shoulder before shifting his weight back towards the mat, taking C4's head down with him onto the mat, with yet another DDT, but this one is a huge spiking VDDT.

Dace drags himself back up to unsteady feet.

"VDDT! Jack got the full handstand and brought C4's head bouncing off the mat, his speed giving him the edge." Calls Axis.

Jack staggers round, and has any remaining wind driven right out of him by a knee to the gut from Dace. Clamping his arms around The Ripper's head, the Brummie drags him high up above the mat, leaving him tottering for a few moments before falling back, and bringing him down hard on his neck.

"Sheer Drop Brainbustaaahhh!" Axis explodes. The fans explode along with him as Jack neck bounces off the mat, throwing Jack back into a sitting position the impact had so much force, before he finally collapses.

As Jack lays almost unmoving on the mat, C4 leaps up behind Dace, throwing his arm up and looping it round, forcing Dace's arm up into a half nelson before suplexing with all his might, throwing Dace high over and smashing his head off the mat with a half nelson suplex. The crowd goes wild with anger and booing at C4.

"Straight on his head, ouch! And... Bloody Hell! Dace just bounced off his head and landed back on his head, like Mastato Fucking Tanaka!" Axis scream.

"How the Hell!"

Wheeling round at the yells and cheers C4 gapes in shock, even through his black mask, as Dace stands on his feet, roaring in rage. Looking to knock him out to put the man down C4 charges in like train, but Dace swings his arm back and hammers it forwards as if it had been shot out of a cannon, smashing home like a bomb onto C4's jaw as the two crumble to the mat.

The crowd give a sympathetic groan at the impact before bursting into chants.

WE FELT THAT ONE! WE FELT THAT ONE! WE FELT THAT ONE!

" BUURRRNNIIINNGG LARRIIAATTTOOO! Oh My God! King did you see that connect? It nearly took C4's head of his neck, I think that was some teeth I saw flying there as well!"

"Saw it? Everyone one in the arena heard and felt that one. It was brutal, the referee had better stop the match, C4 could be seriously injured, we can't tell under that mask." Shouts King.

All three men are down and lifeless on the mat as the ref beings to count.

......1!

......2!

......3!

......4!

......5!

......6!

......7!

......8!

......9!

And as the crowd yells, Jack The Ripper inches himself off the mat unto spaghetti legs. Stooping down, Jack barley manages to pull a limp bodied form of C4 up from the mat. Hooking him up, Jack grabs the tights and tries with all the strength he has to take C4 up for The Ripping, but after the veracity of the match he can't find the power to do it.

"Jack is going for the Ripper, bur he doesn't have it left in him, but he seems determined to nail it this way and prove himself. Or maybe he doesn't have the awareness and energy left to make the run up the turnbuckles for the Ariel Stunner." Axis wonders.

"Come on Jack, you can do it, go for it!" King eggs him on.

As if repaying his debts to The Ripper's aid from earlier in the match, a drained, exhausted but still fighting Dace Night pulls himself to his feet, grabbing C4's legs and jamming all his remaining muscle into them, brings them up off the mat, sending them high into the air, allowing Jack to bring C4 hammering down, diving shoulder into neck with The Ripping.

The crowd ruptured in a huge chorus of boos and cheers as the masked man's head snaps of the Brit's shoulder.

"The Ripping! The Ripping! Dace gives Jack a helping hand to nail The Ripping and take C4 out."

"Now all you have to do is just roll that freaky mother up by the tights and win it Jack, you can do it boy-o!" King calls.

Forcing himself back to his feet with pure will, Jack glances around for the slit fighting Dace. By luck or by skill, he catches a glimpse of Dace steamrollering towards him from the behind and to the side. Throwing himself forwards, Jack flattens himself out on the mat was a Night express Yakuza Kick misses the station. Snaking his hands out, The Ripper catches a passing ankle, and yanks it away, tripping Dace over.

The crowd start jeering with renewed force as Jack beings tearing back on the ankle.

"Anklelock, it has to be over."

The psycho wrenches back as Dace writhes on the mat as the referee slides into position, waiting to make the call.

He asks Dace if he wants to quit.

No!

Again.

No!

Jack pulls back harder, yelling.

NO! Dace shoves the ref away with one hand, Dace slams a leg out backwards, smashing it into Jack's shoulder, before scissoring around the arm and dragging The Ripper down to the mat and to his end. Rolling his body do the side and over Jack's arm, Dace keeps it scissorsed, planting a elbow smash to the back of Jack's head sending it bouncing off the mat. Catching it on the way back, Dace locks his arms around The Ripper's head sealing his fate.

"Code Black! That kick from that mat and dragging Jack down with the leg scissors on the arm brought him into the Code Black, it's over now!"

"Damn it! Come on Jack, you can counter this one!" King says with little real hope.

The crowd cheers on as the ref now asks Jack if he wants to quit as Dace tares back on the hold.

YES! TAP! TAP! TAP!

DING! DING! DING!

"Ladies and Gentlemen, here is you're win, by submission .... DACE NIGHT!"

You're All Gonna Die roars over the arena once again in victory.

Releasing his deathgrip on Jack The Ripper, Dace stands tall, saluting the crowd, as the cheer.

Staggering, he falls to the ropes, before rolling out under then and starts making a slow walk away from the ring.

"And Jack taps out! What a triple threat match. It took hell out of all three men, but Dace could take the most, and came out with a victory."

"Axis, you still live in your parent's basement, so just shut it ok. Or I come out of retirement to take you on in a basement match." King snarls.

The camera fades out on the bodies and Jack The Ripper and the masked C4 in the ring.

December 18, 2002

The cameras come back onto Metal and swirl around the arena, spotting signs in the crowd like "Let's Get Dangerous!", and right next to it "Feel the Harmony!". Swivelling into focus on Axis and the Suicide King at ringside, it passes over "IL the Giant Killer!" followed moments later by "Fasaki Fucked Up!" and "Janus = The Next Big Thing?" The commentators see the camera on them and settle down from whatever heated argument it looked like they were having.

Axis: "Welcome back to SJL Metal, ladies and gentlemen! I'm Axis with everyone's favourite heel, the Suicide King, and we have one hell of a match tonight.... the new European Champion takes on the Insane Luchador in his first ever title defence!"

Suicide King: "That match was a travesty. Ejiro had Janus ready to pass out for a pin, and Wildchild interfered. And that bloody Bahaman got his just desserts!"

Axis: "And Janus became the new European Champion! But how will he fare against the high-flying Luchador, while he's still got that injured shoulder?"

The Suicide King's response is drowned out as "Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot explodes onto the sound system. There's several moments of playing, and the very second the song picks up the lights all black out. The crowd goes wild as a singular strobe light flashes on and off, and then there's a BOOM as black and red pyros blast into the air. As the lights shine dimly, Funyon lifts his microphone as the challenger to the title comes charging down the aisle.

Funyon: "The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall, and is for the Smarks Junior League European Championship!"

Suicide King: "EJIROPEAN!"

Axis: "Ejiro isn't the champion!"

The Insane Luchador springs up onto the apron and flips into the ring and stands on the turnbuckle as the fans cheer him and Funyon resumes his announcing.

Funyon: "Introducing first, the challenger! From Easton Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds.... he is the 'Insane Luchador' Andrew Rickmen!!"

Before the announcers can get a word in, the lights go out, and a spotlight settles on the stage as the gentle opening riffs of "As Darkness Falls" plays across the arena. The Smarktron shows a solitary figure standing in a room, looking out the window - occasionally changing angle. The fans start to cheer as the gentle riff turns heavy, and on the Smarktron, lightning strikes outside the window to reveal Janus' face, yelling soundlessly along with the "ALLLLLLLLLLLL RIIIIIIIIIIGHT!" of the song. As the spotlight settles on the entranceway, Funyon raises his microphone.

Funyon: "And his opponent! From Sydney Australia and weighing in at three hundred and fifty pounds...he is the Anti-Heel Machine and the EUROPEAN CHAMPION...JAAAAAAAANUS!!!"

The crowd goes wild as the seven footer steps into the spotlight, tossing his head back to get the hair from his face. He pauses on the ramp to survey the crowd, and then pats the gold hanging over his left - and still bandaged - shoulder, before walking down to the ring, his expression set into the strange calmness he has before every match. As he steps up to the apron, the Insane Luchador looks ready to rush him, but doesn't as the giant steps over the ropes and into the ring.

Axis: "There he is. The current European champion. For those of you that missed Crimson, Janus demolished Ejiro in his title match on Crimson, and successfully became the champion."

Suicide King: "Thanks to the help of the Wildchild!"

Axis: "I don't think Janus cared about that - except he carried Wildchild to the back..."

Suicide King: "Probably in league with Dangerous and co., the damn goody."

Janus hands the title to the referee, who holds it up into the air to signify that this is indeed a title match, before sliding out of the ring and putting the title with the timekeeper. In the ring, Janus and the Insane Luchador look at each other for a long moment - each nodding almost imperceptibly as if respecting the other. Janus cricks his neck from side to side, and lifts his good arm as if for a test of strength. The Luchador shakes his head, and as he runs to the ropes, the giant heads for the other side of the ring. They both hit the ropes and bounce back - the Luchador ducking a big boot by the bigger man and hits the ropes again, and Janus turns around to take a dropkick to the chest that sends him staggering. The Luchador immediately followed with a stiff superkick, that doesn't strike Janus in the chin, but smacks into his bandaged shoulder, making the giant growl in pain and lean on the ropes, holding his shoulder.

Axis: "The Luchador's working on Janus' shoulder.... that area took a lot of punishment from Ejiro back on Crimson, and it was injured far before that!"

Suicide King: "Maybe the flyboy can take the arm out of its socket. That'd be nice!"

With Janus on the ropes, the smaller man doesn't hesitate, but moves in and starts striking blows to the champion's chest and abdomen area, before kicking the giant's leg to try and unbalance him enough for a clothesline. The move connects - but the clothesline just bounces off the giant's chest, and the Luchador blinks in surprise - just long enough for Janus to wrap both arms around the smaller man, and then crack the Luchador's tailbone on his knee with an inverted atomic drop! IL staggers away, clutching his lower back, and the giant capitalises by stepping up behind him and hooking the smaller man in a full nelson (with a grimace as he feels the muscles tighten in his bad shoulder), and lifting him up before sitting out, again cracking the bottom of the Luchador's spine into the canvas. Visibly yelling this time, Rickmen rolls away, clutching his lower back. Janus doesn't waste a moment before throwing his body mass over the smaller man and pinning him.

ONE!

TW..

Just as the ref's hand is about to count two, the Luchador thrusts his arm up, and Janus gets up from the pin, dragging his opponent to his feet. Before he can further lay into his opponent, Janus is doubled over by a stiff kick to the stomach, and then the Insane Luchador snaps the giant's head into the ground with a fast DDT, then rolls the giant over and sits on his chest, laying some punches into his opponent's shoulders and face - particularly the injured shoulder. This attack is stopped as Janus locks a hand around the Luchador's throat and starts to get to his feet. Before he can get fully upright, Rickmen starts throwing stiff elbows into Janus' face, making him back. The challenger runs to the ropes - and goes low, executing a ground-level dropkick that knocks the giant's leg out from under him, making Janus thud back to the ground. The Luchador quickly crawls over for a cover.

ONE!

TW...

Janus tries to press the Luchador off him, but as he lifts the man up, his left shoulder flares with pain, and he drops the move - ending up dropping the Luchador back across his body. The referee blinks at this and slides back down to check Janus' shoulders.

ONE!

TW...

This time, Janus lifts his good arm into the air, breaking the count.

Axis: "Janus' shoulder must be getting worse! Is he even checking it after these matches? I'm pretty sure it didn't give out that early in Ejiro's match...."

Suicide King: "It just shows Ejiro did a great number on his arm, Axis! He's basically a one armed man now!"

Axis: "You may be right with that."

The King of Hearts laughed, the tone rather mocking.

Suicide King: "When am I not right?"

Axis: "Ejiro's supposed win.... Spike's supposed win.... both over Janus...."

Suicide King: ".... Shut up."

Meanwhile, both Janus and the Insane Luchador are back to their feet, Janus holding his shoulder and shaking his left arm a bit with a small grimace. He doesn't show any signs of quitting when the referee asks him, however, and the Luchador takes action by running to the ropes and coming back, but before he can slide for a second low dropkick, the giant lifts him up and spins IL's body around in mid-air, before crashing it into the ground with a painful looking whirl-sideslam. Rather than go for a pin, Janus drags the Luchador to his feet and whips him back into the ropes and hoisting him up when he returns - trying to hold the position for a sit-down powerbomb. His left shoulder continues to trouble him, and another flare of pain almost makes him drop IL - the wily superstar takes the opportunity to flip Janus over with a massive hurricanrana, and hook a leg for a pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

TH....

Janus physically rolls over on the canvas, squashing the surprised IL beneath him in a position that looked rather...not right for two males. Regardless, it pinned the Luchador's shoulders to the mat, and once more the referee ducked down to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

Before he even got near three, the referee saw one of Luchador's arms off the canvas - said arm was then used to punch Janus' injured shoulder, and the giant rolled off his downed opponent, clutching his shoulder and grimacing as he got up to his knees near one of the turnbuckles. Apparently trying to rub some feeling back into his left arm, he doesn't notice IL get back to his feet - but he hears the challenger running and lifts his head just in time to meet a dropkick to the face that sends him sprawling onto his back. Without even pausing, the Luchador gets back to his feet and climbs up the turnbuckle, lifting his arms and jumping off in seeming slow motion, his body turning revolutions in the air....

...450º to be exact....

.... To be caught as Janus' eyes snap open and he lifts both arms to catch the splash, the impact making him yell visibly as the impact jars his arms - but he holds the Insane Luchador up over his body like he's going to benchpress him. The crowd is staring in shock, as are the commentators. Suddenly, one side of the arena started to chant.

"JANUS!"

The other side of the arena answered.

"ROCKS!"

The giant benchpresses IL off his body, and then rolls over, rising in the turnbuckle with a clearly uncomfortable expression on his face, clutching his aching shoulder as Axis and the Suicide King comment over the loud chants of the crowd.

Axis: "HOLY SHIT! JANUS JUST CAUGHT THE INSANE LUCHADOR IN THE MIDDLE OF A SPLASH!"

Suicide King: "And he MIGHT have totally blown his left shoulder in the process!! THIS IS GREAT!"

Axis: "I seem to remember him doing it before...that's right.... hey, for all you people back at home.... here's the first time Janus did that!!"

As IL and Janus caught their breath, the Smarktron flashed into life, showing the past scene where Janus had been up against not only the Luchador but Arianwyn Rivenstone - the female superstar leapt up onto the ropes and executed a shooting star press - and Janus benchpressed it much like he'd done to the Luchador's 450º Splash! The Smarktron cuts back to the action in the ring, as the Luchador gets back to his feet, and his seven-foot-two opponent takes advantage in the match as he roars out of the corner to crash his big boot into the smaller superstar's face, spinning him head over heels. Janus skidded to a halt and turned around, then dropped over the Insane Luchador in a lateral press, hooking a leg with his good arm.

ONE!

TWO!

TH...

The man known as Andrew Rickmen lifted his arm off the canvas much to the crowd's approval for the other face in the match, and the crowd broke out in mixed chants of "JANUS ROCKS!" and "GO LUCH-A-DOR!" The champion delivered a few hefty stomps to IL's chest, and as such kept him stunned long enough to leap up into the air and come down with one monsterous legdrop, crushing the air out of the challenger's chest. Janus once more hooks a leg and looked on as the referee dropped down to count.

ONE!

TWO!

TH...

Axis: "THE LUCHADOR KICKS OUT AGAIN!"

Suicide King: "And Janus blows his shoulder again!"

Axis: "Huh!?"

Suicide King: "Gotcha!"

Axis: "Very funny."

Janus rolls off the Luchador's body, and both of them sprawl for several moments to catch their breath before getting back into the action. The Luchador and Janus both sit up, however, it is the challenger to the title that is on his feet first. As Janus seeks to stand, the Insane Luchador is on him, fists moving in fluid motion as he delivers punch after punch to the rising giant's chest and shoulder - Janus' face contorts in a flash of pain, and IL takes advantage of the distraction - a swift boot to the gut doubles the rising giant over, and the Luchador lunges forward and nails a headlock.

Axis: "He's going for the Evenflow DDT!"

Suicide King: "The Luchador should take that cheater out!! Then he can just hand the title back to its rightful owner!"

Axis: "Cheater?"

Suicide King: "He cheated to get the Ejiropean Title! You saw Wildchild!"

However, IL's plan to smash Janus into the canvas with the Evenflow DDT does not come fruition, as the giant goes from hunched over to standing like some great unstoppable force, lifting the Luchador up and over his shoulder. Shaking his head out of the headlock, he wraps his arms - again grimacing at the pain in his left shoulder - around the Luchador's legs, and then, with authority, SMASHES him into the ground with a thunderous high-angle spinebuster. The ring shakes from the sheer impact, and the Luchador flops over onto his stomach, some part of his brain telling him to crawl and get to the ropes before he gets pinned. Remarkably, Janus lets him - walking to the other side of the ring, the giant crouches slightly, lowering his injured left shoulder in preparation as he watches the Luchador grab the ropes and start dazedly climbing back to his feet, clinging to the ropes....

.... Janus steamrollers across the ring, as the crowd cheers....

...And misses the Gore as the Luchador, using the last of his scrambled wits, drops to the floor, pulling the rope down with him! Unable to stop his momentum, the Anti-Heel Machine literally soars out of the ring, delivering a mighty flying Gore - to the announce table. He crumples to the ground in visible pain, clutching his injured shoulder. The crowd 'ooh's in sympathetic pain, and the Insane Luchador sprawls in the ring, trying to gather his addled wits. The referee looks at Janus crumpled outside the ring, and lifts the first finger of his hand as he begins the ten count.

ONE!!

TWO!!

Janus stirs, grimacing and clutching his shoulder, before lifting his good hand to the announce table and using it to slowly push himself back to his feet.

THREE!!

Axis: "Janus is back up on his feet, but it looks like his shoulder is seriously injured..."

Suicide King: "Bah! Like I said! I hope he tears it right out of the freaking socket!"

Axis: "King? Not wise words..."

FOUR!!

The reason for Axis' commentary is obvious, as Janus is now leaning on their announce table, green eyes boring holes through the Suicide King for a long moment before he turns for the ring.

FIVE!!

The Insane Luchador uses the ropes to pull himself back up, and seeing Janus about to move towards the ring, the smaller superstar quickly climbs the turnbuckle. Janus steps towards the apron...

SIX!!

...As the Insane Luchador springs off the turnbuckle, twisting 180º in the air...

SEVEN!!

...And Janus' attempt to catch him fails! Usually used to catching crossbody attempts, the giant had forgotten about his injury - his left arm buckles under the pain shooting through his shoulder! Janus crashes to the mat with the Luchador on top of him, the smaller man instinctively going for a pin attempt even though they're outside the ring. The crowd goes wild over the Luchador's suicide-style move, as the two sprawl on the outside. Janus slowly sits up, pushing the Luchador off him as the referee restarts the ten count.

ONE!!

Janus rises to his feet, leaning on the apron as he watches the Luchador crawl on the ground, trying to get up. The crowd, going wild from that crossbody attempt, moves from mixed chanting to plain "GO LUCH-A-DOR!"

TWO!!

The giant helps the smaller man to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. The referee stops the ten count as the giant rolls back into the ring as well.

Axis: "Those last few moments were crazy! Janus misses a Gore and hits our table, and when he gets up, the Luchador came off the turnbuckle with a 180º crossbody!"

Suicide King: "And the giant further fucked up his shoulder by trying to catch it like he usually does!"

Axis: "Well they're back in the ring now...both men look like they could be running out of steam. Janus really should get that shoulder checked and taped more firmly if it gets worse..."

The giant slowly sits up and rises to his feet once more, guarding his shoulder with the way he angles his body towards his opponent - the Insane Luchador is using the ropes to climb up, but he seems less hazy then he did moments before - IL shakes his head firmly to clear the cobwebs as he watches Janus watch him. The giant takes two steps forward, caution in his movements now as he seems to focus more on protecting his shoulder - and the Luchador moves swiftly. Angling his body to face Janus side on, he thrusts his leg up - this time the stiff superkick strikes home, drilling Janus in the jaw and making him stagger on his feet. With the giant's head within reach, the Luchador grins to the crowd as he flexes his hands.

Axis: "Oh! A stiff right hook from the Luchador!"

The punch has the giant wavering, and the Insane Luchador follows it up with two quicker left jabs to the jaw, and then drives a kick into Janus' knee before bringing the off-balance giant smashing face first into the canvas with a drop-toe hold! The Luchador pauses only momentarily, and then sits on Janus' back, attempting to cinch in a cobra clutch!

Suicide King: "He's going for the submission! Ejiro did work on Janus' neck in their last match!"

Axis: "But it was the arm that gave him the tapout in the two out of three falls match, King"

Suicide King: "Whatever!"

The crowd cheers for the smaller wrestler in the match as the cobra clutch is successfully hooked in, and he leans back, wrenching the cobra clutch much to Janus' obvious discomfort. The referee asks him if he'd like to tap out, and the giant shakes his head - getting his good arm under him first, he then attempts to push himself back to his feet using his upper body strength. Seeing what the giant's trying to do, the Luchador pulls back on the cobra clutch once more, but Janus growls and ignores the pain. Things take a turn in his favour as he gets his feet under him again and starts to straighten up, and the Luchador desperately tries to hold the submission, switching it over into a sleeper into an attempt to wear the big man down.

Axis: "When Janus started to get up, the Luchador changed into a common sleeper hold to try and wear him down!"

Suicide King: "And Janus can't reach back to grab him! Excellent!"

With the Luchador clinging to him with the sleeper hold, a starting-to-get-woozy Janus reaches up, grabbing his opponent's head (and thus disproving the Suicide King's words) and holding it firmly against his own skull - IL blinks and cinches the sleeper tighter, his jaw resting on top of the giant's head.

Janus promptly sits out, cracking the Luchador's jaw against his hard head, and his opponent almost literally bounces away as the sleeper hold is broken. Janus rubs his head and neck and starts to get back up, watching the Luchador on the ground rubbing his jaw. The giant runs to the ropes, and bounces back, halting before leaping into the air for a legdrop...

...And the move hits canvas, as IL rolls away desperately, clinging to the ropes as he climbs back to his feet. He quickly bounces and drives a dropkick into Janus' jaw, snapping the big man over onto his back once more. Still grimacing at the pain in his jaw, the Insane Luchador goes up to the top and poses for the crowd, and then springs up with some Huge Air...

.... And unlike the giant's legdrop attempt, the huge flying legdrop hits home! His leg smashes into Janus' LEFT shoulder, and the Luchador bounces away again, holding the affected limb with a pained expression before quickly crawling back over to Janus and hooking the giant's leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THR....

Janus kicks out of the pin attempt, obviously feeling the impact as the pain roars through his left arm. The Luchador gets back to his feet, rubbing his jaw and eyeing the downed giant...and he then goes straight for the top rope, and does some lengthy posing for the crowd as Janus tries to recover from the impact of having that legdrop hit his arm. The Luchador comes off the ropes, twisting his body 450º and attempting to land the move that got benchpressed earlier - and thanks to the earlier legdrop that crashed into the giant's shoulder, the splash crashes into Janus' chest, making the giant grunt in pain, and the Insane Luchador hooks a leg again!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...

Janus kicks out. The Luchador shakes his head and hooks the leg again.

ONE!

TWO!

THR...

And Janus kicks out again, much to the smaller superstar's worry and aggravation! Again the crowd's cheers shift, from cheering the small man to cheering the bigger man!

"JANUS ROCKS!"

Axis: "Despite the agony his shoulder has to be in... the new European champion isn't quitting!"

Suicide King: "He should quit! He's not worthy of holding that title!"

Axis: "If you think that, neither was Ejiro!"

Suicide King: "Nonsense! Ejiro was THE champion of that belt!"

Rolling away from the giant, the Luchador waits for Janus to get to his feet - the giant sits up, and then slowly stands, clutching his shoulder. Unfortunately, his back is to the Luchador, whose proximity to the turnbuckle soon becomes painfully evident when he lunges forward, sliding his arms under the giant's and locking them behind his head in a full nelson, and then yelling something that gets the crowd cheering wildly.

Suicide King: "Drive that giant insane! TAKE THE TITLE AND RETURN IT TO EJIRO!"

Axis: "Well, he IS going for the Brink of Insanity.... or not!"

Janus, feeling the full nelson cinching his arms, knows what the Luchador plans, and shakes his head, using his leg strength to drive himself backwards into the turnbuckle, sandwiching the smaller man between three-hundred-and-fifty pounds of muscle, and the turnbuckles. The full nelson slips off, and Janus steps out of the corner, again rubbing feeling into his left arm and shoulder. The Luchador tries to gather his wits after being sandwiched, staggering out of the corner...as Janus' right arm comes around and locks itself around Rickmen's throat - the giant slowly lifts his left arm and draws it across his throat in the 'this is it' cut-throat gesture.

Axis: "He's signalling for the end! I don't get it.... he usually goes for the Darkness Falls when he does that!"

Suicide King: "Maybe he got some common sense with how easy it is for anyone to counter that move!

Janus begins to hoist the Luchador up for a chokeslam, but the challenger struggles out of it with an elbow to Janus' head and drops to the ground, running to the turnbuckle and scaling it in preparation for another 180º crossbody! But the giant seems to have him scouted, and steps to the corner, reaching up and locking his hand around the Luchador's throat again - IL's eyes go wide, as Janus merely smiles victoriously - and he lifts the challenger off the turnbuckle with his right arm - and spins around and drills him to the canvas with a THUNDEROUS chokeslam! The Luchador's body twitches on the ground as Janus drops into a lateral press, looking at the referee.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Funyon grabs the microphone as Janus stands up in the ring.

Funyon: "Here is your winner.... and STILL.... the SJL EUROPEAN CHAMPION...JAAAAAAAAAAAANUS!"

The giant's theme hits the speakers as he looks down at the Luchador and shakes his head - he crouches to ascertain IL will be okay, but then rolls out of the ring with a strangely pensive expression on his features. Resting the title over his injured shoulder, Janus thrusts his right arm into the air as the crowd cheers for him, and begins a slow walk backstage with the European title.

Axis: "Janus retains the title after a hard fought match with the Insane Luchador!"

Suicide King: "I still say he's a cheating champion...that belt belongs to Ejiro."

As the two commentators debate, or rather argue that point...the show cuts to commercial...

December 18, 2002

As we return to the site of Smarks Junior League’s latest Metal in lovely Alaska, the camera pans around the arena and catches the wonderful signs that the Inuit people have brought to the show. Signs such as; “17 words for Snow, 1 Word for Awesome… Dangerous”, “This Sign is Made of Whale”, and “Eddie shovels my driveway” adorn the arena. Finally, we return to the announce position on one side of the ring, and the men sitting there, Axis and The Suicide King.

Axis welcomes us all back, “What a night of action thus far here on SJL Metal! We’ve seen great match after great match and its only going to get better from here.”

The Suicide King answers, “That’s right Axis, because this next match contains a guarantee of someone spilling blood all over the ring! And there is nothing I like more than blood, let me tell you.”

“Not only that” interjects Axis, “but also on the line will be the number one contenders position for The SJL heavyweight crown. A title that’s actually held by the stable mate of one of these two warriors.”

“And when blood hits the air, you just know that polar bears are going to come running in here and will probably eat half the audience. Won’t that just rock?” laughs King.

“And also, the men competing here have been involved in the longest feud we have seen in a long, long time. Why just last week, WildChild helped cost Ejiro Fasaki his coveted European Championship to the giant newcomer, Janus. Before that, WildChild and Fasaki destroyed each other in a scaffold match. Before that, Ejiro pinned WildChild in The Alamo Death Match. Before that… well suffice to say, these two men have quite the history,” says Axis, finally drawing some air again.

“And if the polar bears do enough damage, a Killer Whale is bound to show up and eat the bears! Man, this is going to be the best match ever,” giggles King as his mind wanders far away from everything Axis had to say.

“Let’s go to the ring for the introductions,” sighs Axis.

Funyon stands in the middle of the ring and goes for the gusto, “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THIS is your main event for the evening. It shall be competed under First Blood rules and is to determine the number one contender to the SJL World Heavyweight Title! Introducing first…”

The sound of “Sell Out” pops through the sound system of The Carlson Center as out from the entranceway walks out Ejiro Fasaki. Power walking all the way down the ramp and into the ring, Fasaki appears to be all business as he pulls off his Magnificent Seven T-Shirt and reveals that his ribs have finally healed up enough to forgo any protective tape. Not even bothering to climb to the middle rope, Ejiro Fasaki quickly climbs into the ring and stares right at the area from where he had just emerged. Waiting patiently for his opponent to come on down.

“He weighs in at 188 pounds and hails from Sarasota, Florida. He is a member of The Magnificent Seven. This is EEEEEEJIROOOOOO FASAKIIIIIIIII!”

“Man, it’s so strange to see Fasaki without his title belt around his waist,” laments King. “I thought he would retire with the Ejiropean Title. I thought he was going to weld it to his body so that he would never have to take it off. I thought that they were going to rename Europe to …”

“Boy are you just running things into the ground today,” interjects Axis, “Can’t you take this match seriously?”

“I can, but will I? Tune in to find out!” shouts King, as the perpetual night must be getting to him.

“And his opponent…”

And the crowd rises to their feet as The Smashing Pumpkins’ “Everlasting Gaze” comes sweetly out of the speakers. Stepping through the curtain, and also totally focused, is the man known as WildChild. Not even acknowledging the tremendous fan reaction, WildChild coldly steps up to the side of the ring and hops up to the apron before parting the ropes and entering the squared circle.

“Weighs in at 217 pounds and hailing from The Bahamas, this is THE WILLLLLLDCHILLLLLLD!”

“Both men seem unusually subdued here, King. Do you think the title shot at stake is what’s throwing them off their games?” questions Axis.

“That and the stipulations,” remarks The Suicide King, “In a first blood match, all you need to do to win is bust the other guy up enough that the referee signals for the bell. And there is really no way to train your body not to bleed, other than keeping yourself out of harm’s way. Which is what these two are doing right now… keeping their distance and looking for an opening.”

Both competitors circle about each other for a moment, looking for any sign of weakness as they jockey for some kind of advantage. Finding none, both men lock horns in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. Pushing with all of his thirty pound weight advantage, WildChild begins to muscle Ejiro back towards a corner, but Fasaki quickly responds by slipping his hands away from WildChild’s arms and putting them against the man from the Bahamas’ forehead. Digging his fingernails into WildChild’s head as viscously as he can, Ejiro attempts to draw some juice as quickly as possible but WildChild quickly sweeps Fasaki’s hands away and takes a few steps back towards the ropes. Swiping at his forehead with his hand and looking at it, WildChild quickly takes note of the lack of blood before turning his attention right back to his archrival, Ejiro Fasaki.

“See, Axis, you have to be very careful in these first blood matches, even a simple tie up can cause bleeding enough for the referee to call the match off,” notes King.

“That’s certainly for sure, King. There is too much at stake to simply stand there at let someone dig at your forehead.”

Both men move back toward the center of the ring as Ejiro places his hands in front of him like a Greco Roman wrestler. Reaching out to meet Fasaki’s hands, WildChild quickly ties Ejiro up with a knuckle lock. Both men furiously push and pull on each other, hoping to get some semblance of leverage over their opponent. Stepping behind WildChild’s legs, Ejiro attempts to break down his highflying foe. But WildChild refuses to bend under Ejiro influence and quickly kicks his leg free of Ejiro’s grip. Smiling for just a second, WildChild comes up with a quick plan. Bringing back his neck, WildChild drives his forehead into the bridge of Fasaki’s nose and sends the former Ejiropean Champion scrambling to the canvas. Now it is Fasaki’s turn to check his face over for some of the red stuff but he also finds nothing that could cost him the shot at the World Heavyweight Title.

“A more cautious start here than most people would have expected thus far King,” rationalizes Axis in response to this methodical pace.

“Don’t worry, Axis,” answers The Suicide King, “As much as these two hate each other, they’ll be going at it with tooth and claw before too long.”

Stepping back to his feet for barely a second, Ejiro quickly dives at The WildChild and takes him down to the canvas with a single leg take down. Quickly trying to get an advantage, Ejiro releases the leg and tries to grab WildChild in a headlock. But WildChild quickly squirts his head free of Ejiro’s grip and wrestles his way onto a tight waist lock. Quickly exploding underneath his opponent, Ejiro attempts to fight his way up to his feet, but WildChild quickly sneaks a leg out in front of Fasaki and takes Ejiro back down to the canvas. Quickly wearing Fasaki down face first to the canvas, WildChild releases the tight waist and grabs two hands full of Ejiro’s hair and begins to rub his face back and forth across the mat! Attempting to open Fasaki up, WildChild furiously grinds Ejiro against the rough canvas as Ejiro attempts to battle up against the pressure.

“Now there is a nasty move!” calls Axis.

“I’ve done that to quite a few people, and they always told me it felt like rubbing sandpaper against your face. Ejiro has to be careful to allow his forehead to come in contact with the mat, because that is the easiest part of a wrestler’s body to bust open,” describes King.

But fortunately for Ejiro Fasaki, WildChild had his center of gravity a bit to high while grinding Fasaki across the mat. Sneaking out the back door, Ejiro quickly finds himself on top of the back of a prone WildChild, who immediately places his hands between his face and the mat to protect against bleeding. So, taking what his opponent has given, Ejiro quickly digs his legs underneath WildChild body and begins to crush the back of WildChild’s head with a series of forearms to the back of the head! With WildChild suitably stunned, Ejiro quickly rolls himself onto his back while continuing to hold onto WildChild’s waist with the body scissors. Strapped onto WildChild’s back like a barnacle, Ejiro reaches around with his hands and makes a grab for WildChild’s face and eyes. Ripping and tearing away with his nails, Ejiro digs into WildChild’s flesh as the high flyer screams out in pain and frustration. Quickly pressing his arms in between Ejiro’s WildChild pries the former European Champion’s hands away from his face. But on the mat is not where WildChild wants to be and he forcefully and brutally swings his head backward and catches Ejiro in the face with the back of his skull. Granting WildChild his release, Ejiro shoves WildChild to one side as he quickly finds his vertical base. But WildChild is up as well and he quickly sends Ejiro back down to the canvas with a hip toss before once again putting his weight on top of Ejiro as quickly as he can.

“Both men are wrestling a whole lot differently than we are used to seeing,” remarks Axis, “Both are keeping it on the mat and as simple and as brutal as they can. Neither one wants to make the mistake that will cost them this big opportunity.”

Mounting Ejiro, WildChild looks out to the crowd for the first time since he came out to the arena as Fasaki desperately attempts to cover his face from the onslaught that is sure to come. And come it does as WildChild slams his fists across Fasaki’s defense, trying to knock it away for one good unprotected shot to the head. Feinting back and forth to get Ejiro to commit in one direction, WildChild finally gets his opportunity and drives the bottom of his hand into the nose of his opponent. But Ejiro is nothing if not resourceful as he brings his legs up and underneath WildChild’s arms and bring him back over with a sunset flip.

“That’s not going to get a pin fall, but it sure worked to get him out of that mount,” calls Axis, “Oddly enough, one could almost say that WildChild is actually wrestling the kind of match that Ejiro Fasaki always said he wanted WildChild to here tonight.”

“And look how effective he’s being!” shouts King, “He’s mixing it up with a world class athlete and he hasn’t even taken it to the air once.”

Indeed, WildChild continues to prove his acumen as he swings the heel of his foot right into the top of Ejiro’s face from the sunset flip position. But instead of taking the escape, WildChild instead continues to swing the heel into Fasaki’s head again and again as Ejiro struggle to free his legs from WildChild’s muscular grip. Finally forcing all of his weight to his left, Ejiro manages to shield his face from any further kicks. Flipping backward, WildChild comes up to all fours before diving across Fasaki’s body once again. But Ejiro, almost casually, using the momentum from WildChild’s own dive against him as Ejiro goes with the flow and ends up on top of WildChild with a Fujiwara armbar. Wrenching back with as much power as he can muster, Ejiro pulls away at WildChild’s shoulder, trying to get any sort of advantage he can while WildChild desperately crawls towards the ropes. Reaching out with every fiber of his being, the man from the Bahamas finally grabs a hold of every wrestler’s lifeline as The Suicide King feels free to chuckle.

“Ha! That stupid hobo doesn’t even know that this match is no disqualification! Getting to the ropes will not makes Ejiro relinquish the hold any more than asking him nicely would!”

“Come off it King, WildChild knows what he’s doing in that ring and he sure as heck isn’t a hobo.”

Holding onto the rope with all of his will, WildChild pulls himself even closer to the side of ring as Fasaki continues to wrench back on the shoulder. But when WildChild reaches up to the middle rope, the realization of what’s coming causes Fasaki a momentary lack of focus. Using the ropes, WildChild manages to pull his body up off the canvas and fight up to a knee as Ejiro loses any sense of leverage. Quickly trying to counter WildChild’s emergence, Fasaki turns the arm bar into a wristlock and tries to force WildChild back down to the mat. But WildChild is not about to allow himself to be bowed by this, his most hated of enemies. Holding onto the top rope now, WildChild uses the ropes and Ejiro’s grip to flip his entire body backward and remove all of the pressure that Fasaki was applying. Quickly slamming a knee up and into Fasaki’s ribs, WildChild nevertheless holds onto Ejiro’s wrist as he leads the former European Champion towards a turnbuckle.

“Looks like WildChild is going to the air for the first time tonight! We’ll have to see how well this works out for him,” mouths Axis as King studies the ring.

Holding onto Ejiro all the way, WildChild easily hops strait up onto the top rope. Then, with an eye on the crowd, begins to walk across the top rope of the ring with Ejiro in tow! Walking carefully across the ropes as the Alaska crowd cheers away, WildChild goes all the way past the first turnbuckle before leaping off and coming down hard across Ejiro’s head with a major league tomahawk chop! Fasaki bounces away from his adversary as the referee checks in to insure that Ejiro was not lacerated by that big time move. Assured that Fasaki was not bleeding the referee backs away in time to allow WildChild a quick charge at his foe. Leaping into the air, WildChild crashes his body into that of his rising opponent and both men go tumbling over the top rope to the floor in a heap! Rising up with a howl, WildChild allows Fasaki now respite as he immediately takes control of his foe once more. Taking Ejiro by the hair, WildChild ruthlessly slams his head against the guardrail. And although Ejiro did manage to get a hand up to deflect the majority of the impact, he is still stunned long enough for WildChild to slide back into the ring.

“Time to take another chance, King!” yells Axis as WildChild readies himself to spring out to the ring and drive Ejiro’s head into the guardrail with as much altitude as his legs can give him.

“Come on Ejiro, you cannot allow this clown to beat you! No way!”

Springing up to the top rope, WildChild easily adjusts his footing so his back is to his opponent before shooting himself to the outside with an Asai moonsault like a human missile...

Unfortunately, the target has already moved....

CRACK! RAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh~!

Smashing his own body against the guardrail, WildChild attempts to scream out in pain as his body demands some air but finds none. Hung upside down on the railing, WildChild is suspended there for just a moment before he falls strait down on his head into the cold concrete below. Holding his ribs, WildChild’s body demands some time to get itself back in working order, by Ejiro Fasaki is not about to give WildChild that time. Hopping up to the ring apron, Ejiro takes a long, hard look at his foe before taking a two step start and coming off the apron with a big cactus elbow to the sternum. Taking yet another blow, WildChild’s chest still refuses to collapse under the pressure as Ejiro goes about making this advantage somewhat more permanent.

“Now what is Fasaki up t... Oh my god. He’s peeling back that protective covering! He’s revealing the naked concrete! He’s going to kill WildChild right before our eyes!” yells Axis in his move offended tone.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” chides The King of Hearts, “He’s not going to kill WildChild. Ejiro is just going to end his career and send him home in a wheelchair!”

Pulling the gasping WildChild closer to the exposed floor, Ejiro motions to the crowd that he’s going to bring WildChild strait up and then strait down! Pulling WildChild forward and down, Ejiro reaches over WildChild’s body and grabs a tight waist. Pulling up, Ejiro looks to piledrive WildChild right there into the concrete! But some sense of self-preservation allows WildChild the wherewithal to throw his legs out wide and block the deadly move. Pulling up again, Ejiro once again is frustrated as WildChild does everything he can to block the piledriver on the harsh concrete. But suddenly... that’s no longer the problem as WildChild manages to stand up and send Ejiro’s back into the concrete with a backdrop counter! But as Ejiro clings to his back as it spasms uncontrollably, WildChild falls down to his knees, still trying to get some sense of wind back. Slowly both men fight their way up to their feet side to side under great pain. Making his move first, Ejiro quickly pivots as quickly as he can to rock WildChild with a screaming elbow, but the man from the Bahamas has seen that move enough times by now to instinctively duck underneath and hock Fasaki up from behind. Picking up his arch rival, WildChild falls backward with a...

“BACKDROPAAAAAAAAAA TO THE CONCRETE! Fasaki is a dead man!” screams Axis at the top of his lungs!

“No he’s not,” pleads King, “I think I saw Fasaki tuck his head on the way down. He may have taken the full brunt of that suplex on his shoulder, but his shoulders aren’t going to crack open like the back of his head would.”

Indeed as Referee Matthew Kivell hops to the floor to check on both men, he makes doubly sure to check for any lacerations. Finding none, Kivell again checks both men over to make sure neither one of them is in need of serious medical attention. But by that point, WildChild has slowly drug himself away from Ejiro on his hands and knees and slowly, painfully crawls underneath the bottom rope and back inside the ring. While, at the same time, Fasaki slowly begins to show some signs of life and pull his broken corpse off the hard, hard concrete floor. Painfully dragging himself up Ejiro reaches up and attempts to grab a hold of the middle rope, but is unable to get a good grip on it in his first attempt and falls back a few steps before trying it again.

“Something is wrong here, Axis. Ejiro Fasaki is usually so precise in the ring you can set your clock by it. For him to not be able to actually get in the ring, his eggs have to be not only scrambled, but poached as well!”

Finally pulling himself up to the apron, Ejiro is met with a hard shoulder to the chest from the surprisingly less injured WildChild. Another shoulder into the gut staggers Ejiro as he falls down to one knee on the apron. Trying to take advantage, WildChild runs to the nearest middle turnbuckle and leaps over the top rope. Grabbing Ejiro’s head, WildChild tries to take Fasaki over with the DDT. But there is only one problem, Ejiro didn’t go down with him. Holding onto the ropes as tightly as he could, Fasaki has managed to shrug the flying WildChild away and allow him to fall to the hard floor below! As WildChild quickly takes a mental note of all of his anatomy to make sure that they are all were they are supposed to be, Fasaki falls between the middle rope and back inside the ring to get a breather. Pulling himself to the turnbuckle furthest away from WildChild’s side of the ring, Ejiro desperately shakes his head in an attempt to shake loose the cobwebs that are plaguing his thought process. While on the other side, WildChild pulls his broken body back underneath the bottom rope after taking that horrible spill to the floor.

“Both men are in serious trouble right now, King. But you have to wonder who has gotten the worst of things thus far.”

“Well, that’s easy, Axis. WildChild has taken two horrible shots this match and Ejiro has only taken one. It is pretty simple match actually.”

“Why do I bother?”

“Beats me, you would have thought that you would have learned by now.”

Moving over to his foe, Ejiro slams a forearm down across the back of WildChild’s head before looking to send him flying against the ropes for an elbow. But WildChild is not so out of it that he would get caught with such a clumsy attack. Quickly ducking underneath the outstretched elbow, WildChild ricochets to the ropes again by leaping up to the middle rope and flinging his body at Ejiro like a wrecking ball!

“Pinball!” shouts an amazed Axis.

“Caught!” shouts an even more amazed Suicide King.

Catching WildChild in mid move upside down, Ejiro does not waste a second before dropping down to his knees and sending WildChild’s shoulders into the mat with a resounding powerbomb! Falling to one side as soon as he does the move, Ejiro again battles to get his body moving once again as WildChild lies on the canvas like a dead man. Rolling his body along, Ejiro finally manages to slide his way to the arena floor. Staggering over to the ring announcer, Ejiro shoves the hapless Funyon away before collecting his steel chair. Folding the weapon up tight, Ejiro slides back into the ring, with only one thing on his mind... warm, wet, sticky blood! Awaiting the rising of his bitter rival, Ejiro cocks back the chair as WildChild slowly manages his way up to his feet. Bringing the chair up and down, Ejiro tries to take WildChild’s head off with one sick blow, but WildChild instead ducks his head low and uses his own back to bear the brunt of Ejiro’s savage chair shot! Arching his back in pain, WildChild falls down to both knees before curling into a little ball. Pulling the chair up again, Ejiro brings it crashing down across WildChild’s body once more, causing the man from The Bahamas’ entire body to once again spasm wildly before coming to rest in a prone position.

“That’s it, Ejiro, it’s time to punish the clown! One more shot with the chair to WildChild’s exposed melon should fill us all up with coconut juice! And I’ve got my cup all ready!”

Stepping across WildChild’s broken and battered body, Ejiro Fasaki looks out to the crowd of baking Alaskans with an evil smile as he brings the chair up high for one more blow. One more blow that will definitely cause WildChild’s forehead to split like a watermelon being thrown off a scaffold. One more blow that will guarantee that The Magnificent Seven will continue to hold on to the prestigious SJL Heavyweight title. It’s a damn shame that Ejiro never got a chance to hit it.

“KICK TO THE WANG!” screams Axis as WildChild quickly brings his shin strait up into Ejiro’s unprotected groin.

The pain washes across Ejiro’s face as he drops the chair and goes stumbling over to a turnbuckle. But Ejiro’s pain is just beginning as WildChild pulls himself up and gains possession of the instrument of Fasaki’s destruction. Holding the chair like a long lost sword, WildChild slams the chair against the mat as Ejiro slowly stumbles back towards the center of the ring. And there is WildChild. And there is the chair. And there is where Ejiro takes one mammoth chair shot across the forehead! The member of The Magnificent Seven plummets to the canvas like an asteroid as WildChild swings strait and true, bending the metal across Ejiro’s head! But alas, no cut has opened up yet. So WildChild waits on Ejiro to get back up to his feet again as....

“HERE WE ARE... BORN TO BE KINGS!”

“What the hell?” questions Axis as a familiar tune begins to play over the sound system, “Oh sweet mercy no, why can’t the Magnificent Seven just stay out of this match?”

“WE’RE THE PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE.... YAH!”

“Guess what, Axis! You mess with one of them, you mess with both... and here is The SJL Heavyweight Champion of the World! Here comes FUGUE!”

“And he’s got the bolt cutters!” adds Axis quickly.

And as WildChild trains his eyes at the SJL Heavyweight Champion, Fugue slowly makes his way down the aisle with the weapon he used to defeat Johnny Dangerous over his shoulder. Stepping away from the ropes, WildChild holds his chair at the ready as Fugue continues to march down the aisle...

But not for long!

“It’s Dace Night and Johnny Dangerous!” cheers Axis, “They aren’t about to let Fugue get involved in this match and ruin WildChild’s opportunity to get a shot at the World title.”

Flying down the ramp way, Dangerous clobbers Fugue from behind with a clothesline that sends Fugue tumbling down to the steel and further down the ramp way as the champion loses a grip of his precious weapon. Grabbing a hold of the bolt cutters, Dace Night holds them at the ready as Fugue quickly scrambles up to his feet. Seeing the odds stacked against him, Fugue does not waste a moment before he makes a rapid decision. Quickly running the to side towards the fans, Fugue hurdles the guardrail as an incensed pair of men follow closely on his heels. Fighting through the crowd, Fugue makes his way through a pair of security doors as Dace Night takes a wild swing with the cutters and just barely missing connecting with Fugue’s head as he ducks away.

”And they are out of here! Dangerous and Night are going to run The Heavyweight Champion all the way out of the arena!” laughs Axis triumphantly.

“It’s not over yet Axis!” squirms King; “Ejiro can still pull this match out yet!”

Looking away from the chase going on in the arena, WildChild turns his attention back to his foe. Whipping the chair at Fasaki, WildChild just barely misses smashing Fasaki across the head with the metal weapon. But moving quickly, WildChild quickly brings the chair strait back and slams it into the small of Fasaki’s spine. With his spine bending in the wrong direction, Ejiro falls down to his knees in pain as WildChild looks on with a uncharacteristically sadistic smile on his face. Slapping the seat of the chair with his hand for the people, WildChild looks out to the fans from Alaska with a grin before stepping out to the apron. Climbing up to the top rope, WildChild looks ready to polish this thing off with one big top rope chair dive when from out of nowhere....

“What the hell? It’s the DISCIPLES OF DISCORD! They came through the bleeding crowd and now they’re going after WildChild!” shouts Axis as Arianwyn Rivenstone and Nocturna Bloodmoon fly over the barricade and on to the apron on either side of WildChild.

Both ladies grab a hold of WildChild’s legs and pull them apart, sending the man from the Bahamas falling on top of the turnbuckle groin first! Tumbling off the buckle and into the center of the ring, WildChild lays on the canvas in pain as Arianwyn springboards up to the top rope and comes spiraling off with the “Bloodlust” shooting star press! Coming down right on top of WildChild’s prone form with all of her weight, Rivenstone drives the last bit of air out his battered lungs in one swift move.

“This is ridiculous!” shouts Axis, “I thought those two were going to Ireland for a vacation.”

“Must have been a short trip,” laughs King, “Maybe they didn’t want to chance getting blown up by terrorists or something.”

“By why are they helping Ejiro Fasaki? Is this some sort of alliance between the two factions or do they just have something against WildChild after his victory over Rivenstone last week?”

“It was all a plan, Axis! Everything came together way too perfectly for this to be some kind of chance. Fugue is distracting the other members of Wild and Dangerous Nights as Ejiro and The Disciples take out WildChild once and for all. Talk about brilliant!”

Standing now in the center of the ring, Ejiro looks at his coconspirators and laughs in joy as The Disciples continue to kick away on the fallen WildChild. Finally walking up behind, Fasaki taps Arianwyn on the shoulder and puts out his hand. Reaching into her corset, Rivenstone removes a length of chain and hands it over to the member of the Magnificent Seven. Wrapping the chain around his fist, Ejiro motions to The Disciples to gather up what is left of WildChild. Pulling the man from the Bahamas up to his knees, Arianwyn and Nocturna both grab an arm and pull them out away from WildChild, holding him wide open for Fasaki and his chain. Stepping up to his victim, Ejiro brings his fist back and SLAMS it into WildChild’s forehead again and again...

WHAM!

“This is just sick! They need to stop this thing!” chides Axis as a stream of blood begins to roll down WildChild’s head and across his chest as a major gush of blood bursts from his head. Seeing the red stuff, Referee Kivell calls for the bell immediately and tries to get Ejiro and The Disciples off of WildChild’s bloody form.

DING! DING! DING!

“The winner of this contest, and NEW number one contender to the SJL Heavyweight Title... EEEJIROOO FASAKIII!

But it is just not to be...

WHAM!

“Come on stop this now! WildChild is a bloody mess and Fasaki just keeps hitting him with that chain. Someone needs to do something about this,” admonishes Axis from the safety of the announce position.

WHAM!

Finally through with his work, Fasaki takes the chain from around his knuckles and tosses it outside of the ring as The Disciples allow a bloody WildChild to slump to the canvas as a pool of viscous fluid forms underneath his body. And while Ejiro might have had enough, Arianwyn has not. Kicking WildChild over with the toe of her boat, Rivenstone casually wipes her finger across WildChild’s bloody face before sucking the finger into her mouth for a lovely taste of human blood. One cannot hope to know what else The Disciples might have planned for WildChild as...

“Look out! Night and Dangerous are back!” shouts The Suicide King as both men come roaring down the aisle way; bolt cutters securely in the hands of the head dropping freak known as Dace Night.

Deciding to make a fight out of it, Ejiro and The Disciples meet Dangerous and Night as they slide the ring. Swarming over the two men, Rivenstone, Bloodmoon, and Ejiro quickly stomp their foes down to the canvas. Using the strength of numbers, The Disciples of Discord and Ejiro Fasaki continue to beat down Johnny and Dace. Finally pulling the bolt cutters away from Dace, Ejiro watches on as the Disciples proceed with their attack on the two men. Kicking and punching, The Disciples continue to attack until, at the same moment, both Dace and Johnny dip their shoulders low and send both Arianwyn and Nocturna flying over the top rope with stereo backdrops!

“Not so brave now, are you Fasaki?” laughs Axis as Ejiro backs away with the bolt cutters still in hand.

“Get out of that ring, Ejiro! Run! RUN!” screams The Suicide King as he envisions a number of future scenarios, none of them good for Ejiro.

Pulling the cutters back, Ejiro gets a little smile on his lips as Dace and Dangerous both take a few steps back. Laughing at his enemies, Fasaki fakes swinging the bolt cutters as Dace and Johnny begin to laugh as well. Fasaki looks puzzled at this turn of events. But then again, he doesn’t know something that Dace and Johnny do...

“WildChild from behind! He took the bolt cutters from Fasaki! BOOOOOM!” yells Axis as a bloody WildChild smashes in the face of his opponent.

And as Fasaki falls unconscious to the canvas, a deep gash opens across his forehead and blood pours from the wound, as WildChild looks more than ready to hit him with the cutters again. But luckily for Ejiro, he landed close enough to the ropes for Nocturna to reach out and grab him by the ankles and pull him out of the ring and away from all three members of Wild and Dangerous Nights.

“What a moment... and what a match!” yells Axis as “The Everlasting Gaze” starts to play through the arena.

“But Ejiro Fasaki won that match! And none of this other stuff matters in the long run, Axis,” adds King, “So now, this opens up a whole new avenue of questions. Because sooner or later, it is going to be Fugue against Fasaki! Who will win? Who will have The Disciples of Discord on their side? Who will control the World Heavyweight Title? Who will be the master of The Magnificent Seven?”

“We’ll have to wait to find all that out, King. Because that’s all the time we have tonight. This has been Axis and The Suicide King... signing off from SJL METAL!”

*** FADE TO BLACK ***

December 18, 2002

OPENING PROMO

Fugue celebrates, then gets in a rumble with a d00d in a car and a guy in the orchestra. Just another day in the SJL, folks.

Meanwhile, Janus is the Euro champ, but Ejiro wishes HE was champ! Well, we certainly have ourselves a little problem, don't we? How ever could we settle this without resorting to violence, which is NEVER the answer, kids!

SINGLES MATCH

”Mountain” Mike Moran vs. James Morin

Moran picks up the W over Morin. THERE'S a shocker.

Ejiro has a trademark interview. He thinks he's gonna beat WildChild. Will he? Stay tuned next week! What....it happened tonight? Damn.

EUROPEAN TITLE MATCH

Janus vs. Insane Luchador

Janus picks up the W, getting off to a hot start on his Euro reign.

TRIPLE THREAT FIRST PIN WINS MATCH

C4 vs. Jack the Ripper vs. Dace Night

The Wild and Dangerous Nights pick up the W here, with Dace going over impressive n00b C4 and not-quite-as-impressive vet Jack.

MAIN EVENT

FIRST BLOOD MATCH TO DETERMINE THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE WORLD TITLE!!!

Wildchild vs. Ejiro Fasaki

We have a new #1 contender! Read it to find out, folks!

On a note: The promos were better this time, but still too much no-showing. I'll address the PPV, Christmas break, and a couple other topics at the beginning of the card for the next show.

SJL Metal (12/17)

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