Wrath Losers Thread

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The camera reopens on the set of SJL Wrath, focused on a dumpster that's now present on the stage - a dumpster decorated to look like a sleigh, but a dumpster nonetheless - then the camera resumes panning over the crowd before heading towards ringside where the announce table is. Signs it caught on the way were "C4 Will Explode On You!" and the prevalent "Fasaki Fucked Up" sign that seems to grace the arena since the ex-champ's European title loss. The final sign that the camera catches is "If You Smeeeeeeeeeell..." - and security noticing the sign and hurrying to destroy it and eject the person who'd brought it.

 

Axis: "Welcome back to SJL Wrath, Christmas edition! I'm Axis, here with the Suicide King..."

 

Suicide King: "Damn straight you are! This Christmas episode so far has been nothing but disappointing, except for the new contender to the European title!"

 

Axis: "The Hell in an Igloo match was intense indeed! We have a number one contender for the European title, and that will probably take place after we return from Christmas vacation, folks."

 

Any further words Axis could have said are silenced as the opening beats of Offspring's "Bad Habit" get the audience's attention, and the crowd boos as they recognise the music. After a moment, a second guitar riff peals through the air, and C4 steps out onto the ramp and looks around, his black attire contrasting with the lights of the ramp. He looks at the sleigh-like dumpster next to him for a moment, then moves onto the ring.

 

Funyon: "The following bout is a non-title, no-disqualification Santa's Sleigh match!! In order to win, one superstar must put his opponent into the sleigh, and then push it off the stage! Introducing first, from parts unknown, weighing in at two hundred and fifty two pounds.... CEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOURRRR!"

 

The crowd continues to boo as C4 steps into the ring and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle, lifting his arms in a premature victory celebration before climbing down and walking over to the other side of the ring, leaning on the ropes as he waited for the arrival of his opponent - someone far bigger and stronger than he was.

 

Axis: "Since his debut recently here.... C4 is one and one with his victories. We've yet to see if he's really got what it takes..."

 

Suicide King: "With the way the fans are treating him, I can see he's destined for big things!"

 

Axis: "...That doesn't make sense."

 

Suicide King: "You're just not thinking clearly."

 

The announcers are cut off momentarily as the lights go out, and the fans start to cheer as a spotlight settles on the stage. 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 - the shot occasionally changing angle to show the shadowed figure's totally ripped, giant physique.

 

Axis: "This man, on the other hand...."

 

The gentle riff turns heavy, lightning strikes outside the window to reveal Janus' face, yelling soundlessly along with the "ALLLLLLLLLLLL RIIIIIIIIIIGHT!" of the song. The fans erupt into a massive cheer as the giant steps out onto the stage, lifting his right arm up above his head as the crowd cheers louder. He lowers his arm and pats the title belt on his heavily taped up left shoulder, examining the sleigh-like dumpster as well.

 

Funyon: "And his opponent! Weighing in at a massive three hundred and fifty pounds, and hailing from Sydney Australia! Ladies and gentlemen, he is the Smarks Junior League EUROPEAN CHAMPION...."

 

Axis: "From what I heard, the medical team doesn't want Janus wrestling at all. The way he keeps treating that shoulder is horrendous! But look, he's here now!"

 

Suicide King: "If it were a title match I could see.... but he's just a fool for wanting to wreck his arm more in a non-title matchup!"

 

The giant strides down to ringside, gaze locked on C4 as he puts his European title at ringside, and then climbs up onto the apron to stare at his opponent. Undaunted by the presence of the big men, Funyon completes his announcement.

 

Funyon: "JAAAAAAANUS!"

 

The giant climbs up onto the apron, and like C4, enters the ring by stepping over the top rope. He cricks his neck, watching Funyon roll out of the ring for a moment. Standing over C4 by several inches, the two stare at each other from a space of around a foot. The crowd descends into silence - and it's Janus who starts off, lifting a punch and sending C4 reeling with a massive right hand! The six-footer shows tremendous resilience and throws a punch of his own, which Janus gladly returns - however C4 ducks the punch and moves in to grab Janus left arm, and hooks in an armbar! Janus grimaces, and before the masked one can cinch in the simple submission, Janus' right hand comes around to slug him in the head! C4 staggers, and shielding his left arm, the seven foot giant uses his right limb to throw his opponent into the ropes, and then lifts his leg to send C4 to the mat with a big boot.

 

Axis: "A quick series of punches there, and C4 went for an armbar to Janus' injured shoulder! But the giant would have none of it and stunned his opponent with a punch, and then threw him to the ropes and flattened him with a big boot!"

 

The giant drags C4 to his feet by the hair, moving to the ropes. Gathering his senses, C4 battles out of the grip with a series of stiff chops to the giant's chest, then runs back to the ropes as Janus recovers - and C4 comes flying back to crack the giant in the face with a flying forearm! Hooking the stunned giant around the waist, C4 grits his teeth - and then lifts.... throwing Janus over his head to the centre of the ring with a railgun belly-to-belly suplex!

 

Axis: "Jesus Christ! He just lifted three hundred and fifty pounds overhead with a suplex!"

 

Suicide King: "C4 is the man! Pity this isn't a title match!"

 

Axis: "Well he looked like he was going for a pin, but he then remembered there's only one way to win this match...."

 

Janus rolls on the ground, holding his left shoulder. C4 strides over to the giant's legs, picking one up and bending it around his leg in the preparation for a figure four - how can you climb out of the sleigh if your legs are in pain, was his reasoning. Janus sits up as his foe starts the figure-four setup, and C4 looks down and drops the leg in surprise as Janus gets his feet under him. Before he can back off, Janus hoists C4 up into a fireman's carry, gritting his teeth at the fire in his shoulder, and then falls sideways, drilling the six-footer with a death valley driver. The giant climbs back to his feet and turns towards the stage, where the dumpster-sleigh is.

 

Axis: "Janus as well realises how they have to win this match! His eyes are on the sleigh!"

 

Suicide King: "And not behind him! Excellent!"

 

Feeling hands wrap around his waist, Janus swings an elbow back at the dazed C4's head - but the six footer superstar ducks, and with his hands locked firmly around the giant's waist, arches his hips and pops Janus over his head with a german suplex - that turns into a release german suplex as the proximity to the ropes sends Janus crashing through them to the outside, groaning in pain as he hits the ground, holding his left shoulder and the back of his head alternately. Seeing his foe reeling but still trying to get back to his feet, C4 runs to the ropes and bounces back, launching himself over the top rope like some soaring angel - and misses as Janus half-rolls, half-staggers away, and the impact of the six foot challenger crashing into the front of the announce table makes the crowd wince.

 

Axis: "These two are killing each other!!"

 

Suicide King: "Janus is going down first! I swear C4 could have broken his neck with that impromptu suplex through the ropes!"

 

Axis: "Janus got his own back though! He was trying to get his wits together and saw C4 coming, and got out of the way!"

 

C4 clambers back to his feet, leaning on the announce table and catching his breath. He spots something out of the corner of his eye - and ducks out of the way as the resounding CRACK of steel hitting something echoed through the arena. Janus had risen back on his feet, and in his hands he held the familiar shape of a steel chair. He stared at C4 for a long moment, then stepped forward and lifted the chair above his head again....

 

.... But C4 reacts fast and quickly lifts his foot as the giant swings - driving the chair back into Janus' face with a big boot! The chair snaps back with a CRACK, and the seven footer drops it, hand swiping across his forehead as he stumbles back. Blood is visible on Janus' fingers as C4 takes advantage once more, picking up the discarded chair and lifting it high, and cracking it down on Janus' injured shoulder! The giant roars in pain and drops to his knees, and his foe drops the chair distastefully and shakes his masked head.

 

Axis: "Barely a few minutes into the match and already they're taking advantage of the no disqualification stipulation!"

 

Suicide King: "Janus attacked first! And hey.... what's C4 doing? He's going under the ring!"

 

Indeed, the masked man is digging around under the ring, and a grin forms on his face as he pulls out an aluminium baseball bat - the crowd starts booing. He turns around with weapon poised, just as Janus rises to his feet, driving his right shoulder into C4's rips as he knocks the other superstar back with a Gore that crushes him between Janus' shoulder and the turnbuckle! C4 drops to the ground, gasping and holding his ribs, and Janus leans on the apron, his forehead trickling blood and his right hand clutching at his left shoulder. There was a momentary lull as the two of them got their breath back....

 

...A lull that was broken as C4 drives a punch into Janus' stomach, doubling the larger man over - sticking Janus' head between his legs, he locked his hands around the giant's hips and started to lift. His arms clearly struggling against the strain, he hooked the giant's tights and leaned back, lifting Janus' legs off the ground and sitting out, dropping the giant's head into the mat with a scoop piledriver! Janus groaned faintly into the mat, as C4 pulled the giant to his feet and hooked the left arm, wrenching it in an armbar for several moments before whipping the giant across the outside padding of the ring, in the direction of the sleigh. The giant puts on the brakes before he crashes into the guardrail, and turns around as C4 comes steaming in behind him.

 

Suicide King: "Ahahaaha!!! Nuclear Meltdown in progress!"

 

Axis: "Gorilla press in progress, more like!!"

 

Suicide King: "NO!!"

 

Axis cleared his throat and tried to look dignified - the Suicide King looked on in surprise as Janus lowered his head and extended his arms - before the Nuclear Meltdown could hit, he used C4's momentum to hoist him up in a monstrously high gorilla press, and then drop him chest-first across the guardrail, making the six footer groan in pain before crumpling to the floor. Grabbing C4 by the back of his sleeveless shirt, Janus starts to drag him up the ramp - the cut on his forehead now bleeding down into his eyes, and he wipes the blood away with the back of one gloved hand. Partway, the giant finds his movement impeded as C4 gets a cheap shot below the belt, making Janus clutch his groin. Rising up again, C4 reaches up and pulls Janus' head back, hooking it under his arm - and there's a resounding CRACK as he drops the European champion on the back of his head - right onto the steel ramp!

 

Pulling Janus back to his feet, C4 hooks the giant's left arm again, wrenching the shoulder as he spin around for an irish whip - that gets reversed as Janus sends C4 running up the ramp. The challenger skids to a stop and turns around as Janus steamrollers after him.... however the attempted big boot misses - and C4 catches the running giant, hooking his right arm and reaching across the giant's body to hook his left leg, all in the space of a second, and sends Janus flying over his head! Axis rises out of his chair and yells, as is a commentator's habit.

 

Axis: "EXPLOOOOODAAAAAAH~!"

 

Suicide King: "YES! That HAD to hurt! Janus is going to be losing this match!!"

 

Janus crashes down on the unforgiving steel of the rampway, his shoulders taking the most impact before he rolls onto his belly, and the giant grits his teeth, hand crossing over to grip his left shoulder even as he attempts to shake the cobwebs out of his head. Said cobwebs are easily ejected when he feels C4 straddle his back and hook his legs, and the giant attempts to kick free of the grip - but his opponent locks in the boston crab and wrenches back, torturing the giant's knees! Janus arghs and shakes his head, signifying he won't tap even though it wouldn't cost him the match. C4 continues to wrench back on the hold, before letting it go as the giant grits his teeth against the pain shooting through his shoulder and now his legs.

 

Not content with this, C4 straddles the giant's back, and closes his hands around the giant's left arm. Janus shakes his head and tries to roll over, but before he can, C4 cinches in the grip and leans back, locking on a fujiwara armbar! Janus shakes his head, right hand clenched into a tight fist at the pain roaring through his injured shoulder, grimacing obviously as his relentless opponent torques back on his left arm and shoulder. Finally, the giant taps, his right hand thumping the steel ramp, but as the match can only be won one way, C4 holds the move as the pain starts to leave Janus feeling light-headed.

 

Axis: "Looks like your dream of breaking that arm is coming true, King!"

 

Suicide King: "No, I wanted it wrenched out of the socket! C4 is perfect! He can make Janus faint with pain, then throw him into the sleigh and push it off the stage, and that'll be that!"

 

Axis: "Never discount Janus, King. You know he's a resilient wrestler."

 

Axis' words appear to be incorrect, as Janus looks to have slumped to the ground. C4 gets off the giant and starts dragging him to his feet, lifting him up and preparing to stuff him into the sleigh. As he gets the giant sprawled over the edge of the dumpster-sleigh, Janus' eyes flicker open as if he'd been playing possum, and he straightens up, driving a powerful right-handed punch into C4's face and staggering him, spinning the six footer around. Without a pause, Janus steps forward and makes to hook C4's arms in a full nelson - but the fire in his left arm makes him stagger away and shake his head, as the limb simply fails to respond properly and just sends a sharp, stabbing pain through his body. His opponent takes advantage, turning back around and hooking the pained arm with a hammerlock, but then spinning around behind the giant and hooking him in a half nelson!

 

Before he can hit a suplex however, he lets go to avoid an elbow swipe, and then reaches up to grab Janus' head and drag it down, hooking it under his arm and spinning around in preparation for a spinning neckbreaker - however Janus twists his body around to block it, refusing to fall. His right arm gets a crushing grip as it wraps around C4's head - the giant lifting him off the ground - and smashing C4's face into the steel ramp with an implant DDT!

 

Axis: "Jesus Christ, would you look at these two!"

 

Suicide King: "Janus is in agony, Axis! Lookit the way he's holding his shoulder! He can't even capitalise enough to get C4 into the sleigh!"

 

Axis: "C4 isn't in much better shape. I think Janus might've busted him open with that implant DDT."

 

Suicide King: "C4 wears a mask, how can he get busted open? Janus is a one armed man in an ass-kicking...."

 

Axis: "Wrong line, King"

 

C4 rolls over onto his back, proving that Axis spoke truly - blood can be seen trickling from the eyeholes of the mask. It was difficult to tell whether it was his forehead or something else busted open, but the fans just plain cheered at the damage their seven-foot European champion had done. Once more, there was a lull in the action as Janus tries to work some less painful feeling into his arm, and his opponent seeks to recover from the stunning impact of that implant DDT. The crowd cheers their champion on.

 

"LET'S GO, JANUS!" *stomp stomp stomp-stomp-stomp*

"LET'S GO, JANUS!" *stomp stomp stomp-stomp-stomp*

"LET'S GO, JANUS!" *stomp stomp stomp-stomp-stomp*

 

The seven footer nods his head as if heading the cries of the fans, watching C4 and lifting his right hand up in preparation for a chokeslam. C4 works his way to his feet, and turns in Janus' direction - and the giant locks a great hand around his throat. The fans cheer, as C4 shakes his head and tries to fight out of the move, but before he can attack Janus' injured shoulder, the giant hoists him up, and up - and leans over, chokeslamming him straight into the sleigh! The impact shakes the decorated dumpster, and Janus pauses before leaning against it and starting to push with his good arm. The dumpster starts to roll, and it seems the giant might win the match, when....

 

...Out of desperation, C4's hand gropes out of the side, and finds Janus' head! He grabs the giant by the hair, stopping the dumpster's movement as Janus lifts his arm to grab the one holding his head. But it's too late, as still inside the dumpster, C4 pulls with all his might, yanking the giant forward and slamming his face into the side of the sleigh/dumpster! The crowd 'oooo's in sympathetic pain as they see the masked man getting up from the sleigh, continuing to yank on Janus' hair and bounce the bigger man's head into the side of the metal object, before letting go. Janus staggers back, the cut on his forehead well and truly busted open, the blood running down his face in little rivulets as he shakes his head to clear the pain and cobwebs from it. C4 climbs from the dumpster as Janus finds his balance again and charges....

 

Axis: "It looked like Janus had this match won! But C4 doesn't want to lose this match against such a prestigious opponent, and beats Janus' head on the dumpster to get some time!"

 

Suicide King: "He's a natural! As for Janus, he's going to get his ass beaten down quicker than Wildchild facing Ejiro."

 

Axis: "If that was true, he wouldn't be European champion...."

 

Janus' forward momentum as he starts to lower his right shoulder is halted. Quite simply, as C4 lifts his arm up, crashing it into Janus' head with all the finesse of a freight train, and with about the same impact. Janus' head snaps back as the giant is knocked straight off his feet, and the crowd roars in surprise at the sudden move, Axis leaping from his chair yet again.

 

Axis: "NUCLEAAAAAAAH MELTDOWN~A!"

 

Suicide King: "I think it's an Aussie thing, folks. Dammit Axis! Sit back down!"

 

Sprawled on the ground, Janus twitches, shaking his head slowly. C4 lifts his arms in victory, and the crowd boos as he drags the larger weight of the European champion to his feet, and once more attempts to throw him into the sleigh. This time, Janus is successfully dropped into the decorated dumpster and he rises to hands and knees. Through whatever senses he had left in that scrambled brain of his, he hooks his arm around C4's head before he can back off, and rises to his feet. He attempts to lift C4 up - and smashes his opponent's spine into the dumpster with a suplex! Both man sprawled to catch their breath, Janus wiping a hand across his bloodstained face and looking at the redness covering his hand for several moments.

 

Axis: "Nice counter by Janus! C4 throws him into the dumpster, but Janus reaches out before C4 can start pushing, and uses his power to hoist C4 into the dumpster as well with a suplex!"

 

Suicide King: "This is gonna get ugly now. It's going to be the first man to put his opponent down - Janus HAS to be nearly dead from that Nuclear Meltdown."

 

Shaking their heads, the two superstars slowly sit up, back to back as they seek to recover from another stunning impact. Their relaxation pauses when they Feel they're practically leaning against each other, and then they slowly stand up and turn around to face each other, now even higher up as they stand in the dumpster. With a maximum height of four feet, the decorated garbage container barely contained the two large bodies that stood there facing each other. Through a crimson mask, Janus stared intently at his opponent, and C4 stared right back, intensity shimmering in his own, also green eyes. This time, C4 threw the first punch.

 

Axis: "And they're going at it with punches once again!"

 

Suicide King: "C4 wants to batter that injured shoulder!"

 

Axis: "Janus is protecting it though! The giant is not going down tonight!"

 

C4 ducks a punch and slams a fist home to Janus' injured shoulder. The champion roars like a pained lion, and responds by driving a heavy boot into C4's stomach. But C4 responds with a stiff fist to Janus' own gut, doubling the giant over. He puts Janus' head between his legs and signals, attempting to lift the giant up for the Atom Bomb! But Janus doesn't want to be a part of that...shifting his centre of gravity, he gets his feet on the ground and pulls his head back up, driving a stiff right hook into C4's face, rocking his opponent and probably re-scrambling his brains.

 

Janus hooks C4's masked head with his right arm, and then hoists him up in the air, showing his tremendous upper body strength by holding C4 above his head with a great, stalling vertical suplex. The crowd stares at this feat of power, as Janus lifts his left arm, slowly, and shifts C4's body around...

 

...And C4 falls as Janus releases him - but the giant's arms wraps around his opponent's waist, and with the extra momentum, Janus sits out, and there's a stunning WHAM of skull hitting metal as Janus smashes C4's head into the dumpster with a sit-out Tombstone piledriver from that vertical suplex! The crowd starts to chant loudly, stunned by the impact.

 

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

 

The announcers are in shock at the stunning ferocity of the move as Janus stares at C4's body, then slowly climbs out of the dumpster and walks around to the back of it, and leans against it with his good shoulder...pushing...pushing...and then standing at the edge of the stage as he watches the 'sleigh' crash into the floor below, with the inert, yet still breathing body of his opponent trapped in it!

 

DINGDINGDING!

 

Funyon: "The winner of this bout.... the SJL European Champion...JAAAAAAAAAAANUS!"

 

Slowly, the giant walks back to the ring, and around to the timekeeper's table, where he picks up his European title and holds it up in the air. A serene sort of smile crosses his face as he listens to the fans cheering him, and he nods his head before slinging the title over his shoulder.

 

Axis: "This was an incredible matchup here, folks. The not-so-newcomer C4 gave it all he had.."

 

Suicide King: "And should have won!"

 

Axis: "...but Janus was just too powerful. We'll catch you after the break, ladies and gentlemen, for more SJL Wrath!"

 

The camera swivels and focuses on the retreating form of Janus, as he pauses on the stage to acknowledge the fan's cheers before walking on....as Wrath fades to commercial.

[Guest Insanityman]

Eh, yeah. Sucky promo and sucky match DON'T cancel each other out kiddies.

 

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(The camera gyrates back to life revealing the Sullivan Arena taken over by Alaskan SJL marks! The fans all wave their signs and the camera pans it way down revealing more parkas on the ground than ever imaginable! But the loyal fans say “NO POBO~!” to the cold weather and bring their spirit with them. The spirit is shown through signs like “Edwin my eyes are gray too!” and “Come back Myers!” The camera then shifts it way down the ringside where a cute Eskimo girl is sitting on Suicide King’s lap while Axis looks in bewilderment).

 

“Have you been a good little girl?” King says with too much sexual innuendo. She bravely shakes her head no and the two engage in a lip lock!

 

Axis coughs trying to cue King. “WELCOME BACK FOR THE LAST SHOW OF 2002!” Axis screams in SK’s ears.

 

King suddenly gets the hint and then “scoots” off the fan that walks with a swagger revealing she’s only clad in a little parka.

 

“No wonder we lose all our sponsors.” Axis grumbles out loud. “Anyway after quite the oddest show since Wrath-ah-what-ever-it-was we are back! We’re rapidly approaching our main ladder/cage event! Now fans if you recall the last time I can remember that match being used Insane Luchador fought Erek Taylor!” Axis reminds the fans to an explosive of cheers for both men.

 

“Which does tie into this match… basically we get to see a hot chick in a cold place.” King explains in his own opinion.

 

“Basically we took the three most deranged stars and gave them another shot for the European title! However our commissioner took notice that a trial run for the Iditarod is occurring so we decided to make the best of that! We used the local natives to construct a massive igloo that Insane Luchador –pause to let the cheers die down-, Jack the Ripper –minor jeers-, and Arianwyn Rivenstone –massive jeers- well be fighting in! The first pin or submission anywhere wins!” Axis explains the stipulation.

 

“Hence Hell In An Igloo.” King, or right now Captain Obvious, comments.

 

“My vile colleague is right but remember folks that anything goes and the igloo is simply compressed snow and some ice… it falling apart isn’t too unlikely.” Axis observes.

 

“So if we get lucky we can get IL stuck in no where’s land once again. Just like I did with the fake treasure hunt map…” King stifles a chuckle while everyone turns his or her head to SK in shock.

 

“You did that?” Axis begs for King to tell.

 

“More or less, didn’t know the crazy bastard would actually go to Afghanistan!” King pleads.

 

“But now we have to connect to a different location and using good ole’ technology you’ll hear the arena but won’t see it!” Axis reminds mainly for the population of “Hicksville” in Iowa, Alabama, and Montana.

 

The screen slowly fades to black but then kicks right back up revealing a rather odd sight. The massive igloo is there; complete with one small door that you have to crawl through to get inside. Not to mention only five feet away is one hell of a hill. Not the mention only a foot away from snow is little red flags meant to mark the race that'll come stampeding through! The winds are mild and the snow is minimum making it seem like a great day to soil the snow in blood!

 

“Now we wait while the opponents and officials get in there. After that we’ll flip the camera to the inside view and from there we do the best to cover all the action considering the whole parameter is surrounded by cameras.” Axis continues to explain.

 

“This match is scheduled for one fall and anything goes when it’s in the snow!” Funyon booms giving the SJL staff outside the arena their cues.

 

Music shatters the silence, “I felt the hate rise up in me… kneel down and clear the stone of leaves!” Suddenly a motor can be heard and a snowmobile is seen rocketing in carrying the Insane Luchador! Andrew Rickmen, in his regular attire except long johns and very light gloves, hops off the mobile and throws up his arms getting cheers from the Sullivan Arena who watch on from the SmarkTron! Andrew Rickmen struggles to keep his cargoes from getting soaked in the snow and shivers while retreating his arms inside his black sleeves.

 

“That idiot.” King says in amazement at IL’s lack or preparation for the match.

 

“True, but not many travel expecting to fight inside an igloo.” Axis reads King’s mind.

 

Matthew Kivell, who’s bundled up to the point of being immobile, suddenly meets up the Insane Luchador and the two slowly walk inside the igloo.

 

The SJL crew swiftly switches the CD’s, who are based at the bottom of the hill, and begin the next entrance. Manson’s “Fight Song” comes up to a chorus of jeers across the North Atlantic fans and Jack the Ripper is suddenly seen struggling to ascend up the snowy hill. After using his cane for his advantage he stands at the peek of the hill and gives a psychotic grin. Andrew returns it and Jack begins to stalk up the IL. Ripper slowly wags his cane in the air for intimidation, but it’s hard to scare a masochist with pain. The two stare nose to nose at each other and Matthew quickly shoves them away. Andrew shoots a nasty look and Kivell yelps letting the two continue to trash talk each other. Jack suddenly rises up his cane and IL lunges away as the cane hits the snow making it splash onto the superstars. Ripper spends a split second wiping snow away and Andrew Rickmen sends a jaw breaking punch to Jack’s chin. Ripper reels back and Matthew again lunges in the way. “Just wait!” He snaps and Jack agrees, trying to shake off the punch.

 

“Wrestlers are generally impatient.” Axis makes an obvious comment.

 

“Aeon” suddenly kicks up and another snow mobile cuts in right in front of the camera, soaking it in snow causing a hand to reach out and wipe it off, and Arianwyn Rivenstone hops off to jeers galore! She stands right next to Jack, facing him cautiously as she removes her dagger from her black boots and tosses it to Kivell.

 

“See! She can even read minds!” King hypes the only female currently in the SJL. “Though that could be a bad thing…” King decides.

 

Rivenstone then fixes her black shirt and black corset from the ride up and the three cautiously follow Matthew near the igloo. Matthew crawls in first followed by Arianwyn, as the camera does attempt to catch her bending over, and Andrew begins to swoop down.

 

CRACK! Jack’s cane smacks right across IL’s back and the Luchador quickly retreats inside the “ring” only to be stomped on! Ripper then pursues his foes in.

 

Inside the Sullivan Arena the bell chimes. The camera then switches to the one inside the igloo revealing IL being stomped on profusely. Rickmen desperately tries to escape but he can’t. The “cage” of snow and ice sloop down and IL crawls to the center of the fighting area. It’s covered by a good few inches of snow but just for brutality a thick sheet of ice is underneath. Arianwyn is the first one to discover that as Jack quickly kicks her in her chest sending Rivenstone falling back first onto the snow!

 

“Yes folks there would be a nice thick layer of ice underneath all that snow.” Axis proudly states. “But I don’t think every wrestler has figured that out…”

 

Jack charges forwards, as he nearly slips, but gets stopped as Arianwyn launches her feet into his chest in self-defense! The Ripper man falls and then drops the cane letting it slide away. Rivenstone then rolls back to feet and the two foes grapple together. Arianwyn grabs Jack’s wrist and then whips from straight into the side of the igloo! The whole thing shakes as JtR slams against the side and stumbles back grabbing his face in pain. Insane Luchador then stalks forwards and taps Arianwyn on the shoulder; she whirls around and gets a punch straight to her nose! With the speed of a bullet Arianwyn suddenly leaps forwards and tackles Andrew Rickmen down! Rickmen coughs in pain and Arianwyn sits on top of him (while King complains of getting naughty thoughts) and Insane Luchador throws a palm strike to hit Rivenstone off of him. The two scrambles back to their feet but Arianwyn is the first to attack, she hits a kick to IL’s gut and when he bends over she does an arm drag onto the ice! Jack the Ripper then charges forwards and spears down Arianwyn! The two slides in agony but Jack then goes into a quick cover that can’t even get the one. Andrew Rickmen charges forwards from behind and grabs the back of Jack’s head while Arianwyn grabs front in a headlock! The two then land awkwardly sending Jack in a bulldog/DDT combination! Jack has a spasm from the pain and the awful cracking sound that is made is hopeful the ice splitting. But nevertheless IL suddenly throws a kick that is caught by Rivenstone. The psychotic chick then catches Rickmen’s foot and throws him onto the exposed ice! Like an injured dog in a fight IL whimpers back to his feet. He continues to walk forwards only to have Arianwyn throw out a clothesline! IL ducks under it and then lunges up spearing Rivenstone down!

 

“Quick action so far.” Axis comments.

 

Insane Luchador continues to pound on Arianwyn and shows no signs of letting up. Jack the Ripper, now back on his feet with his cane, suddenly leaps from behind IL and begins to choke him with his cane! Andrew struggles to get out as he gags rolling around in the snow looking like a retard. Suddenly a whip sound can be heard and the sound of dogs barking likes their crazy.

 

“It’s Santie!” King sarcastically yelps.

 

The three foes suddenly see the chance to escape the igloo. Arianwyn darts towards the crawling space while Jack gives one good crank of IL’s neck (enough to keep Andrew down for a few seconds) and walks over. Andrew crawls on his belly and slowly gets to his feet charging at ---

 

 

The camera dies.

 

“Okay… apparently the coldness has knocked out our technology- what a shame. We’ll send Mr. Bukkake out to retrieve them later.” Axis admits to the fans with boredom.

 

-STARWIPE~!-