SJL Wrath - January 19th, 2003!

January 20, 2003

The arena is silent and dark. Suddenly, a single spotlight shines down on the centre of the ring, illuminating everyone's Deliciously Tasty Onion Snack announcer, Funyon! A stand-in announcer booms over the arena sound system... "Ladies and gentlemen, please rise for the national anthem."

The crowd stand from their seats, as Funyon clears his voice, and a song starts over the stereo...

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark

Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart

You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it

You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes

You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night

And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike

You know it's thriller, thriller night

You're fighting for life inside a killer, thriller tonight

You hear a door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run

You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun

You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination

But all the while you hear the creature creepin' up behind

You're out of time

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night

There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes

You know it's thriller, thriller night

You're fighting to survive inside a killer, thriller tonight

Night creatures call

The dead start to walk in their masquerade

There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time (they're open wide)

This is the end of your life

They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side

They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial

Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together

All thru the night I'll save you from the terrors on the screen

I'll make you see

That it's a thriller, thriller night

'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost who would dare to try

Girl, this is thriller, thriller night

So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller

Thriller here tonight

The song fades out to cheers and applause, as Funyon takes a bow for that stirring rendition of Michael Jackson's "Thriller".

January 20, 2003

Card:

SINGLES MATCH

Arianwyn Rivenstone vs. Leon Sharpe

Arian hasn't been seen on SJL TV in a while now, but she's returned, and ready to cause more havoc. In her way stands Leon Sharpe, whose promises to cause havoc of his own have fallen short, in the form of no-shows. Leon better start showing, or he might be gone before he ever came back. Will Arian come back with a win? Only one way to find out!

Rules: Standard singles. DQ/countout in effect.

SINGLES MATCH

Crow vs. Mike Van Siclen

Crow came up big in the Battle Royale on Metal, outlasting the other three men in the ring and picking up the win. Mike Van Siclen came VERY close to winning that match, however, and he's mighty angry that he didn't end up with the W. In order to get his revenge, he challenged the Aussie newcomer to a match. Can Crow pick up his first singles win, or will Mike's rage translate into a W for the cagey old veteran?

Rules: Straight singles match. DQ/countout in effect.

MOTOR CITY RUMBLE

Dace Night vs. Insane Luchadore

Dace Night is coming off a huge win over former SJL champion Fugue, while Insane Luchadore fell hard against the up-and-coming rookie Chris Card. Dace and IL have had run-ins in the past, and now they hook up again. However, to freshen things up, the bookers decided to have some fun with this match. How does a Ford manufacturing plant sound for a setting? Sure as hell sounds good to me...

Rules: The match takes place inside a Ford auto plant just outside of Detroit. There are full assembly lines, robots, thousands of human workers, welding torches....well, let's hope those don't come into play. It's during the middle of a shift, so the place is going full blast. Falls count anywhere inside the plant. HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE.

GAUNTLET MATCH

Hollywood Spike Jenkins vs. Chris Card, Janus, Wildchild, and Johnny Dangerous

Spike Jenkins went off the deep end on Metal, challenging not one, not two, not three, but FOUR men to matches for Wrath. Despite already having matches, Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous insisted on being included in this match, and Card and Janus were just as eager to join in on the fun. Can Spike really back up all the smack he talked, and defeat FOUR men in a row? Will Card or Janus derail him before he gets to the big guns? And what about Johnny's PS2? That's the REAL question here, folks!

Rules: The matches will be one on one. If Spike Jenkins wins, the next man comes out. The order of entrants is: Chris Card, Janus, Wildchild, Johnny Dangerous. If Johnny Dangerous' match takes place, the match will be held under standard ladder match rules, with the PS2 hanging above the ring.

MAIN EVENT

TAG TEAM MATCH

Ejiro Fasaki/Fugue vs. Johnny Dangerous/Wildchild

This match promises to be an incredible match. These four men have been involved in some of the biggest battles in the SJL recently, and now it's all coming to a head. Johnny Dangerous and Fugue have already challenged each other to an Ultimate Fight match, while Wildchild recently won himself a shot at Ejiro Fasaki's SJL World Title. However, those matches won't be happening until the next show, the JL's first PPV of 2003. For now, these four will still get a shot at each other. Will this match foreshadow the upcoming PPV results? The winner promises to have the mental edge going into the biggest JL card in some time. Good luck, and let's get it on!

Rules: Standard DQ/countout. Wrestlers must tag in and out

January 20, 2003

(Zed's Note: God. Damn. Boards. Pardon the extreme pause.)

The smoke from the opening pyro begins to clear as the Wrath theme blares on. A camera situated on the top level of the Joe Louis Arena zooms in to a large sign reading, "I want my Nights to be Wild and Dangerous!!" The shot pans around, stopping at various other posters, including: "I'll buy yours if you buy mine! (complete with a picture of Leon Sharpe)," "This sign will self destruct in 5 seconds," and "I fear MVS's mom!"

"Welcome to Wrath!" greets Axis. "We're set to dive right into action tonight, with Leon Sharpe taking on Arianwyn Rivenstone!"

King looks over at his commentary partner and asks, "Where's Arianwyn been? She took an exceptionally long holiday break... "

Axis leans over and whispers to the Suicide King, "I heard she was arrested in Ireland."

"What?!" King exclaims. Axis jumps back and SK looks at him with a raised brow. "Where'd you hear something as ridiculous as that?"

"As I was walking by the commissioner's office... "

The lights darken suddenly as Lacuna Coil's "Aeon" begins playing over the speakers. The crowd begins to boo as the Disciples of Discord trailer illuminates the Smarktron. A single light underneath the stage illuminates, revealing Arianwyn Rivenstone and Nocturna Bloodmoon. Arian takes a small lead as she glides down the ramp, her path lit by lamps under the steel rampway.

Funyon takes up his traditional spot and raises his microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen! Our first match of the night is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, and on her way to the ring... weighing in at one hundred and sixty one pounds, from Swords, Ireland, accompanied by Nocturna Bloodmoon and representing the Disciples of Discord... ARIANWYNNN RIVENSTOOONE!"

"That's a mouthful," Axis interjects.

Arianwyn makes her way up the stairs as a red glow begins to rise, slowly illuminating the arena. The fans continue to boo the two women as they enter the ring. Rivenstone paces a circle around the ring, until Nocturna stops her in her tracks. Her manager and fellow Disciple grabs Arianwyn by the shoulders and gives her a few words while Funyon stays far away, in the corner. Lacuna Coil's "Aeon" fades from the speakers as the lights return to full brightness.

"Rivenstone appears to have some sort of edge about her, like she's about to snap!" comments King with an exciting, yet disturbing tone. "Sharpe is gonna wish he'd stayed home!"

Axis retorts, "Leon Sharpe is six foot ten and weighs three hundred pounds! The only thing he as to be scared of is a jet liner!"

The arena lights darken just slightly as strobe lights kick up, sending one unfortunate soul in the second tier into an epileptic fit. "The World is Not Enough" by Garbage kicks up. A wave of cheers rolls over the fans as the lyrics flow in.

"I know how to hurt...

I know how to heal...

I know what to show...

And what to conceal... "

A set of pyro goes off on each side of the stage and Lean Sharpe steps onto the entranceway. He makes his way down the ramp, reaching to slap hands with a few fans. Sharpe pauses halfway down and motions a camera over. The shot focuses in on Sharpe and a wide-eyed fan on the aisle. Leon points at the teen's shirt and looks at the camera, grinning wide. "He's got the point," says Sharpe.

Funyon raises the microphone again, announcing Arian's opponent to the crowd. "And her opponent, from Detroit, Michigan!" Funyon has to pause just a few moments as Leon's hometown crowd gives him a cheer of thunderous proportion. He continues, "Weighing in at three hundred and five pounds... LEOOON SSHARPE!"

The crowd cheers again as Leon climbs into the ring. Arian rests in the corner, watching Sharpe with a gloomy stare. Nocturna slides out of the ring as Sharpe raises his fists to the crowd. Funyon also vacates the ring, as Arianwyn pulls herself out of the corner and begins circling Leon. Sharpe looks down at Rivenstone and has to control his laughter. Arian steps up and smacks Leon hard across the cheek. Sharpe blinks in surprise and watches as Arianwyn dances away.

"What the heck is up with Arianwyn?" Axis asks. The King just grins. Axis continues, "I bet this has something to do with what happened over the break."

"Axis," starts King. "You have no idea what happened over there, so why don't you just shut up about it?"

The Aussie raises his hands up, then suggests to Suicide King, "How about we get this match underway?"

* DING DING DING *

"Marvel idea," King responds.

The referee signals the two combatants and then backs away as Arianwyn darts in and lands a quick kick to the back of Sharpe's thigh. Leon's leg starts to buckle, but he keeps his balance and turns to face Rivenstone, only to receive another smack to the face. Sharpe reaches out and grabs Arianwyn by the neck, easily hoisting her up and slamming her down to the mat!

"Chokeslam! Leon has had enough!" Axis shouts!

"Had enough?!" exclaims and surprised King. "He hasn't gotten anything! That chokeslam came out of nowhere!"

Sharpe smiles up at the cheering fans and drops down to make the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

Nocturna moonsaults into the picture, breaking the pin!! The referee scrambles away as Nocturna begins stomping the daylights out of Leon Sharpe.

"Sacrifice!" King shouts with glee!

"Nocturna just broke up the count! Leon Sharpe would've had a federation record for shortest win!" Axis laments.

* DING DING DING *

The referee calls for the bell, crawls toward to the timekeeper's table and shouts at Funyon. He announces quickly, "Your winner by disqualification... LEON SHARPE!"

Fans in Detroit begin booing as Rivenstone climbs to her feet and starts choking Sharpe with the heel of her boot. The camera cuts away to the announce table.

"What a way to start the show," comments Axis.

King shrugs, "Looked fine to me. We'll be right back with more action!"

Commercials.

January 20, 2003

The screen cuts back from the break to the commentary table, where we see the forever arguing duo, SWF retirees Axis and The Suicide King. Though, at this point in time, it seems that King is too busy talking to a couple of women behind the commentary table. While Axis, on the other hand just sits there with his arms crossed with that blank, somewhat angered face that we’ve all come to love.

“So baby, ever had a King stick his crown jewel inside you and declare you Queen?” lustly asks King.

Upon hearing this mockery of a chat up line, the face of Axis starts to upturn... oh my what’s this? A smile appears on the face of Axis and a huge bellowing laughter exits from his mouth!

“And welcome back fans, *laughs* to Detroit, Michigan! Home to the Joe Louis Arena, which tonight is host to SJL Wrath! *laughs even more* Hey King... King! *slaps King’s head* Get back on the job!” demands Axis.

“Hey man, you’re ruining my company!” shouts King.

“*laughs* You’re ruining it yourself with pick up lines like that... anyway... what a great match we just saw between the returning Arianwyn Rivenstone and everyone’s favourite big man, Leon Sharpe!” says Axis.

“Yeah yeah, good match, whatever...” remarks King in an uninterested manner.

“And now we have a treat for you SJL fans, if you have some form of memory, you’d remember the Battle Royal from Metal a few days ago. In this match up, we saw the somewhat tainted victory of Crow over Van Siclen with an assist from Chris Card’s girl Natasha. Van Siclen was understandably in a rage after the match, and well tonight... we’re gonna see the full blow of his rage in this match up. It is Crow and Van Siclen going at it right in the ring! I’m excited, are you excited King!?” asks Axis.

“I sure as hell am, Axis! But not about the match, I’m excited about the slight chance of Natasha coming out since Crow is wrestling! Woo!” exclaims King.

“Wait for chaos! Wait for warfare! At the point of no return! Bleed for money! Bleed for justice! Going straight to hell with a wounded soul!”

The snarling vocal line of Soilwork’s Natural Born Chaos bursts through the speakers and the crowd rises to their feet! ... to boo, and boo heavily. For this is the signal that Crow, the Antichrist Superstar is coming down to the ring. Crow walks out from behind the curtain, exhaling smoke and with a Dunhill Red in his left hand.

“And there is Crow, with scar on the forehead and all. Compliments of Mike Van Siclen from the Battle Royal match on Metal, and to me, that wound doesn’t look healed,” says Axis.

He stops, looks around into the crowd, a smirk appears on his face as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

“Well, it was pissing blood that night, and those kind of cuts don’t heal straight away. But Axis, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Crow impresses me a lot. He has the potential to be great... much like I was,” conveys King.

Crow strikes a pose, the crucifix pose, which he made famous back in the ICW days. The crowd continues to boo, many throwing cups of beer at the stage, none of them connecting with their target.

“You just had to get that in, didn’t ya?” queries Axis.

King doesn’t respond and just grins. Crow drops the pose and begins to walk down to the ring.

Funyon begins, “Coming down to the ring, from the weed capital of Australia, Adelaide, standing at the height of 6’2” and weighing in at 231 pounds, he is the Antichrist Superstar! HE IS CCCCCRRRRROOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!”

A packed Joe Louis Arena empty their lungs with a very guttural barrage of boos while Crow walks. Crow takes one last drag of his cigarette and finds somewhere to put it out... and that just happens to be the drink of a small child!

“Now that was uncalled for, the kid’s just here to have a good time! Come to watch the wrestling, not to have his drink soiled by a cigarette! And this is a non smoking venue for fuck’s sake!” shouts Axis, somewhat bewildered at the actions of Crow.

Crow ignores the angry shouts of the child’s father and enters the ring. He checks the tightness of the ropes and begins to warm up. Out of nowhere, an unfamiliar theme bursts through the arena speakers. Crow looks straight at the entrance cause he knows this isn’t Van Siclen’s theme music.

“Oh my, King! It’s Natasha!” shouts Axis.

“What!? Woooo! Now it’s time to put all my pick up lines to use, baby!” exclaims King.

Natasha appears at the top of the stage, and makes her way down to the commentary position. Approaching the ring her eyes look into Crow’s... temptation flirts within his mind, he remembers what he heard her say in a most recent interview. Crow doesn’t take his eyes off her as Natasha sits down behind the commentary table with King and Axis.

“Welcome to the commentary table once again, Natasha,” politely speaks Axis.

“Always a pleasure to be in your company, Axis,” responds Natasha.

“Hi Natasha! How are you!?” asks King.

“Fine, King. I’m just fine,” replies Natasha.

"I shut 'em down..."

The lights dim all throughout the arena, apparently even in the toilets while many leak waste from their bodies as the sounds of "Shut 'Em Down (Suicide Spin remix)" by LL Cool J are heard pulsating through the arena. Crow quickly shifts his mind to the task that is at hand, Mike Van Siclen! A lone blue spotlight shining down on the entrance ramp... but not for long as a pumped up Mike Van Siclen charges down the stage and slides into the ring!

“Van Siclen looks angry, King! The ref doesn’t even get to check the guys for weapons!” exclaims Axis.

“Damn right he does, he looks angry just like this gothic diva next to us looks absolutely gorgeous,” says King as he moves a little closer to Natasha. Natasha subsequently moves herself away from King.

“Don’t even think about it...” responds Natasha.

Van Siclen (VS) hits the ring at an incredible pace; he’s out to win this match up against Crow. Wasting no time he attacks Crow with a barrage of lefts and rights, Crow attempts to block but its not gonna happen! WHACK! A big right hand to the face of Crow, and he falls to the canvas and rolls outside.

“Smart move by Crow here, trying to slow the momentum of VS,” reports King.

“Crow’s a smart man, he does know what he’s doing in there, King,” says Natasha.

“Crow may be smart but I don’t think VS is gonna let him do that because he’s just slid himself out of the ring,” says Axis.

The assault on Crow continues as VS throws a right to Crow’s forehead! A left! A right! A left and another right! Crow is falls onto the apron for support as a small drip of blood slides down his face. But VS is giving Crow nothing, he latches onto the arm of Crow and irish whips him into the railing! Crow’s back makes a sicking thud as he hits.

“An irish whip into the guardrail by Van Siclen, the rage within is surfacing, King. The referee has just informed me that he’s gonna let the two go, just as long as there is no use of weapons. That’s the best thing for the match, King,” reports Axis.

VS quickly runs over to Crow and starts hitting the Antichrist Superstar with many body punches, moving his way up to the head of Crow.

“I can see what Mike is trying to do here, he’s trying to bust open that wound on Crow’s head, and Natasha, did you tell him to do that?” cheekily asks King.

“My god, you’re an ass, King. But... I do like the strategy...” replies Natasha.

VS throws one last right hand into the forehead of Crow, he grabs Crow’s hand and tries to whip Crow, but Crow holds backs and launches a roundhouse kick at the chest of VS!

“OW! That had to hurt! Van Siclen clutching at his chest, I think that connected right in the heart area,” says Axis.

Crow fights back with a vicious knife edged chop. A series of wooooos can be heard as VS returns with one of his own! Wooooo! Crow returns! Woooo! Mike returns! Wooo! Oooh! Crow pokes VS in the eye!

“Crow not afraid to “modify the rules in his own favour” it seems aye, Natasha?” asks King.

“Crow isn’t stupid like you, King. He does what is needed to win,” responds Natasha.

Crow grabs hold of VS’s hair and drags him over to the announcing position, Crow blows a kiss to a Natasha and heaves VS’s head back and drives into the commentary table! VS’s head bounces off and Crow does it again, but nooo! VS blocks Crow’s attempt with an elbow to the stomach and throws Crow’s head into the table! He does it again, and again! He stops and scratches at Crow’s forehead with his fingernails, Crow let’s out a small cry of pain! VS throws Crow’s head into the table again, and again and again! He bites Crow’s forehead! He’s relentless and sick, but the crowd is eating it up!

“And Crow is bleeding heavily! Once again, he is bleeding! The blood is just oozing out of that cut!” exclaims Axis.

“It also seems that Natasha is getting a bit excited, the heat of the King getting to ya, Natasha?” remarks King.

“King, really, shut the fuck up. Crow here is bleeding... so heavily...... and sensually, yet all you can do is attempt to hit on me and put yourself over,” replies Natasha.

VS grabs Crow’s hair with his two hands and throws him back into the ring.

“She sure shut you up, King...” remarks Axis, enjoying King being humiliated.

“Pffffft, what would a stupid goth woman know...” retorts King.

VS goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT!

“You’re gonna need a little more than that to keep Crow down, Mr Amazin’ Van Siclen,” remarks Natasha.

VS claps his hands together showing his belief that the ref should cost a bit faster. VS picks up Crow and takes his hand. Irish whip into the ropes, Crow comes off, VS catches Crow’s arm and ducks under it to implement a hammerlock. VS tries for a backdrop, but Crow flips out, VS turns around and throws his arm out! Crow ducks under the clothesline and applies a Chickenwing on VS!

“That’s a simple, but painful move right there, is Crow gonna try and hit the Wing And A Prayer Suplex?” says Axis.

Crow applies some pressure and tries to heave VS overheard for the Wing and A Prayer Suplex but VS struggles his way out of it! Hitting Crow in the stomach with some big elbows. VS whips Crow into the ropes again, Crow comes off and VS launches a toe kick into the stomach of Crow! Crow bends over in reflex and VS applies a standing headscissors.

“The powerbomb is coming!” yells Axis.

He gut wrenches Crow up for a powerbomb, but Crow slides out of it! WOOOO! Crow unleashes a wicked chop on VS.

“Wooo! Can’t you just feel the blood vessels bursting!?” exclaims Natasha.

Crow applies a face lock and heaves VS over! VS counters out and applies a waist lock on Crow. VS launches Crow back for a german suplex but Crow counters out with another flip! Crow sets VS up for a Russian Leg Sweep, but VS breaks his arm free and places it behind Crow’s head! VS slams Crow’s face into the mat!

“Van Siclen reverses the Russian Leg Sweep with a modification of a facebuster!” reports Axis.

VS quickly pulls Crow up and attempts to hip toss him! Countered by Crow! Crow attempts, countered by VS, VS attempts, countered by Crow! Crow tries but VS counters again! VS hip tosses Crow over the top and onto the floor!

“What a display, what a move! Great wrestling by these two men! Mike coming out the winner in that exchange, Crow seems to be hurt Natasha, how much chance do you think he has of winning from here?” asks Axis.

Crow lands in a very awkward manner on the cold, concrete floor... he holds his back, the pain shooting through out his battered body.

“He’s a man with a hard edge, Axis. I have all the confidence in the world he’ll win from here,” says Natasha, who is intently watching the wrestling action.

VS slides under the ropes to the outside and starts stomping on the hurt Crow, much to the delight of the fans.

“It’s interesting to the crowd very much on Mike’s side for this match, getting lots of cheers, not something you regularly hear Mike getting,” says Axis.

“Yeah, but he’s beating up Crow, Axis, everyone who beats up Crow gets cheers,” explains King, who is commentating pretty blandly as a result of the Natasha outburst.

VS picks Crow up, Crow tries to throw a punch at VS, but VS moves out the way and twists Crow’s arm around his neck.

“Black! Jack! Neck! Breaker! On the concrete! Van Siclen has taken a commanding advantage in this match up! ...and it seems that we are being left by Natasha, where is she going?” asks Axis.

“Don’t ask me, that girl got issues...” remarks King.

Natasha runs over to the action and gets in the referee’s face, Mike just ignores this and continues going to work on Crow. VS grabs Crow’s hair and picks him up. A resounding OOOOOHHHH can be heard escaping from the mouth of the fans as Crow uppercuts Mike in the crotch! Crow then throws a huge punch at VS! VS falls back clutching his head!

“Wait! Did you see that, King!? Crow had something between his fingers!” reports Axis.

Crow puts his lighter back in his pocket!

“It was his lighter, Axis! Mike charged into the match up so fast that the ref didn’t check for weapons!” exclaims King.

“And I think I see a trickle of blood coming from the forehead of Van Siclen,” says Axis.

Crow throws VS back in the ring, and Natasha stops bugging the ref as her work is done. Natasha just circles round the ring. Crow picks VS up on the inside and unloads some sickening chops on VS’s already reddened chest. Crow hits a dropkick on VS and VS falls back into the corner. Crow runs over to the turnbuckle, applies a front face lock on VS!

“He’s gonna attempt the Murderous DDT, King! This could be the end right here!” shouts King.

Crow swings off but no! VS counters and lifts Crow in the air! Crow forces his weight down and lands on his feet, but VS lifts Crow up again and crotches him on the turnbuckle! VS moves over in front of Crow, he slides Crow onto his right shoulder, he’s set up for the powerslam! He walks out... Crow swings out of it and DDTs VS into the mat! Crow goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH..... KICK OUT!

“A lot of counters seem in this match, show casing both wrestlers ability to find a way out when they’re down and out,” says Axis.

Both men lie on the mat, breathing heavily, both bleeding. The ref starts a ten count. 1! ... 2! ... 3! ... 4! Crow starts to get up. 5! VS is starting to stir. 6! Crow is up! 7! Crow picks up Mike and the referee stops the count.

“Crow applies a front face lock, is it for the Natural Born Chaos!?” asks Axis.

Crow answers the question of Axis and summons all of his left over strength and heaves VS up! Nooo!

“Van Siclen gets the foot in the way and possibly stops being put down for the 3 count by Crow’s brutal variation of the brainbuster suplex!”

VS utilises the counter and hits Crow in the stomach with a couple solid right hands. VS heaves Crow overhead and scores with whipping a snap suplex!

“And the crowd goes crazy for the snap suplex, Crow slammed onto the canvas with remarkable speed, VS goes for the cover!” comments King.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE..... KICK OUT!

VS rises to his feet and raises his arm in the air, clenches his fist and salutes for the end of Crow is near! The crowd solidly on the side of VS for this matchup lets out a huge roar of approval. But what’s this!? Natasha gets up on the apron.

“Come on, Van Siclen! Finish him off! Make him bleed more!” screams Natasha.

VS turns around, a disgusted and weirded out look present on his focused face.

“Van Siclen just pushed Natasha off the apron, Axis! He just pushed that poor woman! I should help her!” exclaims King!

“I don’t think VS cares, King! He wants to win the match and he isn’t gonna let that goth interfere in his match once again!” shouts Axis, excited in the heat of the match!

Natasha falls to the ground and hits her on the commentary desk; she grasps her head in pain and let’s out a small scream!

“That’ll teach you to mess with Van Siclen,” sternly says VS while pointing down at Natasha in the ring.

Mike swiftly changes his attention to the task at hand, Crow. He turns around...... THWACK!

“OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!!1” moans the full house of fans!

“Crow just nailed Van Siclen with the Das Wunder Kick! And Van Siclen is seeing stars!” reports Axis.

The connection of the Das Wunder Kick whiplashes VS’s head back and VS stumbles straight into the waiting arms of Crow. Front face lock! Crow heaves him overhead!

“Crow has Van Siclen completely vertical in the air!” says King.

Crow jumps up and falls back down, driving VS’s head right into the canvas! A huge resounding thud echoes throughout the Joe Louis Arena, not to mention a rather large UGGGGHHHHH from the fans and commentators.

“I think Crow just killed VS! Someone get a stretcher!” says King.

Crow makes the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!!

“Crow wins his first singles match here in the SJL, whether it be a tainted one with Natasha getting a couple cheap shots in here and there, it doesn’t matter to Crow,” reports Axis.

Crow uses the ropes to help himself up, and his eyes look outside the ring and see Natasha on the ground, hurt. Crow rushes outside of the ring and over to her. He helps her to her feet and looks right into the her eyes... Natasha puts her arms around Crow’s neck. The exchange saliva with an erotic, sensual kiss. King almost jumps out of his seat and wrings Crow’s neck but Axis holds him back. The jealously getting to King.

“But, ja!? Nooo! How dare he!? I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill him dammit!” shouts King.

The camera cuts backstage to see Chris Card watching the match in his locker room, his eyes are literally popping out of his head! He’s not happy at all with what is happening in the ring, and a miffed expression dawns on his face.

“Technical Perfection doesn’t look like he’s happy with this, he’s looking on quite disapprovingly. Maybe a little jealously? I’m not sure, what do you think, King?” queries Axis.

“Oh goddamn I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna get my posse and he’s gonna die! Bloody die!” yells King.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, King. Natasha and Crow have FINALLY stopped pashing, and are now leaving the ring area. Looks like Van Siclen is stirring as well,” says Axis.

The camera cuts back into the ring where Van Siclen can be seen piercing Crow and Natasha as they leave.

“There is a face of anger, pure anger,” says Axis.

Crow lights up a cigarette and lights one up for Natasha. Crow turns back to look at the ring. He sees Van Siclen piercing him and looks back with no fear. This is just heating up.

SJL Wrath cuts to a break.

January 20, 2003

(Fans youthful and elderly from all over Michigan rallied together for their favorite superstars. The camera pans down through the various throngs of different people (hicks, ring rates, geeks, “punks”, and Goths) who all unite to watch people brutally destroy each other! Signs like “GET WILD AND DANGEROUS WITH ME!” and “I’M ON TV!” are seen. The camera finally swerves its way down to it’s ringside destination, where Axis and Suicide King bicker like little kids over a red crayon).

“I am not!” Axis finally snaps rather viciously. His eyes caught the sight of the camera on him. “Welcome back! We have one hell of a show before our even bigger PPV and it’s time to ascend towards the main event! Not to mention the gauntlet match, we’ll see if Spike, the cocky one, Hollywood can win the match! But before we even go into details for that we have the Insane Luchador –a few pops from the older fans who still cling onto Andrew’s best moments- and Dace Nights, getting a large pop for the creepy giant.” Axis advertises.

“Not to mention this state is so terrible we resorted to sneaking into River Rouge, which is a Ford car assembly line, to have this very match!” King gets the cheap jeers he hoped for.

“Right, we are a mere few seconds before we’re using our technology to connect to the factory! Now keep in mind that this is a working day, and if I’m right- I usually am, there’d be a work shift coming up real soon.” Axis continues to lure the fans, but then he hits the snag to hook the viewers. “This isn’t a ‘Care Bear’ factory, there’s fire, metal, angry workers, fully assembled cars, car parts being lifted, and many high places!”

“So we decided to use a match, with potential mind you, and use it to destroy two of federation’s worst workers!” King hits the “G-spot” of hatred in all the fans hearts, and he soaks up the jeers with an outstanding grin!

Suddenly the television screen fades, causing fans to lunge towards their TV’s in anger, but slowly a picture reappears.

“Being the fact that we are a rather successful business…” Axis begins but King cuts him off.

“And we steal the SWF’s money…” King sneers.

Axis sits uncomfortably for a second, “We took the privilege of sneaking in, politely, at night and setting up nearly thirty hidden cameras. Knowing our luck only three will be used, but we have workers backstage who will change it for our maximum viewing pleasure.”

“Yet again we commit a felony, and we did the classic ‘Breaking and Entering to install hidden cameras’ you can see that tactic used many times in ‘Sick Freaks and Geeks: Cameras with College Girls.’” King suddenly gulps, “Not that I would know.” His eyes dart in denial.

The screen’s picture finally collects itself and the vision of a parking lot with a back entrance into a very large factory is seen. Seconds later the hidden camera zooms in, seeing workers file out for a smoke. There’s no interesting movement and then a head pokes out and seemingly yells at the figures smoking. The figures suddenly growl and drop, then stomp out their cigarettes and files back in.

“Busted.” Axis refers with a grin.

Seconds later out of some worker’s car a huge figure steps out. The color camera zooms in even more and sound is then enabled. With spiked hair with dark metallic tips, pale (but not deathly) skin, a black shirt with red blood reading “Anti-Mag 7” and black jeans. He slowly then looks around in confusion and looks towards a car trunk which is being abused from the inside, he considers what it could be. Dace stalks over cautiously and flips the trunk open, allowing Matthew Kivell to roll out and wheeze for air!

“Only Kivell would inconveniently lock-pick his way into a car’s trunk and get locked inside it.” King stifles a chuckle.

Suddenly a door slams shut and the Insane Luchador, Andrew Rickmen, is seen. The Psychotic Hero is clad in a black long sleeved shirt, where it extends over the sleeves and khakis that fit very loosely. He walks towards his foe and referee but before he does stops to stretch one leg, revealing the mandatory black skate shoe. Taking a deep sigh he runs a hand through the jet black spiked hair, and steps towards his next match.

“This will be rather makeshift.” Axis has to remind the fans.

Matthew then makes the signal for the bell and the two slowly circle around each other. Andrew Rickmen throws up two fits in a combination of “Irish fighting” and boxing gesture while Dace just stares at IL with gray and red eyes. Andrew throws out the right fist, but the ex-CZW hardcore wrestler dodges it. The massive man then attempts to throw out a vicious chop, which Rickmen throws up his arms to take the punishment. Night, while Andrew retains back to his pose, is able to suddenly spring forward and throw his knee into Rickmen’s gut! Doubling over gives Dace the second he needs to throw his elbow smack into the back of Andrew’s head. Rickmen crumbles down and is able to catch himself with elbows and knees. Throwing his combat boot into Andrew’s ribs ensures that Insane Luchador will be grounded for a bit. Night then stalk over to the black, junk car that he came out of and he kicks open the trunk.

Any deathmatch fans would crap their pants in awe, barbed wire, light tubes, a chair, a kendo stick wrapped in barbed wire, and even a weed whacker comes into immediate sight.

“I hope everyone has strong constitutions…” Axis comments and then wittingly follows up with, “He came prepared.”

Dace slowly ducks under the hood of the trunk, searching for a specific weapon. But the fans, back in the arena, all cheer as IL leaps up from a charge and dropkicks Dace into his own weapons! A scream of pain is heard and Andrew wastes no time in slamming the hood shut onto Dace’s back once and then twice! Night retreats out in pain, with little nicks of broken skin here and there. The trunk makes Andrew even smile and soon he pulls out a light tube that doesn’t appear to be quite as hollow as it should be! Dace Nights then gets back to his feet and watches Andrew charge forward in somewhat dismay! Dace then ducks down and uses his shoulder to stop Rickmen’s charge. Andrew then is flung over as Night thrusts his back upright and Rickmen flies like a bird! The fans nearly want to shut their eyes as the tube explodes filled with thumbtacks and Andrew’s body lands on the cold, hard cement! The shards and tacks are next to him and Dace slowly stalks forwards again. The 6’4” man grabs Andrew’s spiked hair and slowly pulls him to his feet. He tries to slow down the pace by sending a nasty chop to his chest!

“WHOO!” The mandatory crowd holler is heard.

Dace draws back and sends another chop that smashes into Andrew’s chest!

“WHOO!”

Andrew swaggers like a drunk and Night uses a quick elbow to his head, causing Rickmen to collapse into the thumbtacks and glass shards! He rolls in agony and slowly crawls away from the pile. Dace still pursues and Matthew mutters something about not being able to handle blood so well. Andrew grabs onto a different car hood and he tries to use it as a crutch. However, Dace spoils his plans as he grabs both of Andrew’s legs and flips him completely onto the hood! He slowly uses the fender as a stepping stool and stands on the car’s hood also.

“This, folks, is ensured to be one of the most brutal matches ever. Thank God these men have a good amount of time to recovering.” Axis flinches in the thought of some of the moves possible.

Dace tries to force Andrew into some brutal move off or onto the car hood but IL slips away as Dace’s arms lunge forward. Rickmen then leaps onto the top of the car and leaps only a few inches into Dace Night with a cross body and the two tumble off the car! Seconds later the men untangle each other and slowly get back to their feet. The two collide into a grapple and BUTT heads like rams for nearly thirty seconds. But Dace easily powers Andrew yet lets go of the grapple. Rickmen takes a leap towards Night, but the ultra-violent man catches him in a powerslam position! Andrew flails like a fish on a hook but soon Dace drops to his knees, smashing Andrew’s back against the car’s hood! Suddenly a very loud buzzer goes off and while Andrew rolls off the car helplessly Dace and Matthew look at the factory in confusion. Suddenly workers pile out for smokes, chats, and everything they feel like as the next work shift begins to occur. One observant marker notes the men from the distance and a good amount of five workers stalk over. All clad in their uniforms they shove Kivell out of the way and stare at Night. One of them jeers; claiming that was his car and Dace doesn’t know what to do. Night suddenly shoves them out of the way and walks to his damaged car trunk. He pulls out the weed whacker and holds it up like King Arthur with Excalibur. The workers take the hint and flee like cockroaches when the light is turned on.

“Dace excels at verbal communication.” King sarcastically quips.

Looking at his weapon of choice he looks around frantically for Andrew Rickmen. Suddenly he hears the car trunk slam shut and IL is seen leaping in the air! He nearly knocks Dace’s head off with a nasty clothesline that causes Night to drop the weed whack, much to IL’s relief. While Dace Night recollects himself, Andrew Rickmen gives him a helping hand by yanking him up by his jaw up. Dace stands to his feet and Andrew gives him a harsh slap across the chest, sending Dace to stumble back a foot. A left punch is then hit and a right hook sends Dace nearly tripping over his own weapon. Dace turns back next to his car, trying to regulate his breathing. Seconds later Dace feels his head being slammed against the metallic car. Anger surges through Dace Night, and he does his best to ignore the pain. Night pushes himself up and grabs Andrew’s body, then tosses him a good few feet towards the building.

“That is pretty impressive as IL isn’t a human twig anymore.” Axis comments.

Andrew then scrambles towards the back open door while Dace and Matthew follow. Rickmen suddenly shoves a few smoking workers to their side, and he attempts to enter the factory. But Dace, who broke into a run, grabs the back of his shirt and throws him backwards, then slapping a hand onto his exposed throat. He rams the Insane Luchador against the factory’s wall as the workers all gather around.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The chant begins, and it draws an even larger crowd from inside the busy, loud factory. The Insane Luchador throws a vicious right hand that weakens Dace’s grip. IL’s face flushes into a tint of purple and he slams his knee into Dace’s kneecap. Within seconds Andrew flings his leg into Dace’s chin and the violent man reels backwards. Night slowly inches backwards and the circle of workers follows while Andrew begins to walk after him. Rickmen then throws a kick, but Dace catches the ankle and flings him so awkwardly and hard that Andrew flips to the side, and then lands in a heap. Dace then begins to hustle towards his destination- his car that he brought. He breaks a spot open by shoving workers and he kicks up his trunk. He then grabs a thing of barbed wire, nearly cutting himself open, and two light tubes filled with thumbtacks. He longingly stares at his fallen weed whacker a few feet way, but decides against it. Taken off guard Andrew Rickmen leaps into Dace’s gut. Dace doubles over and shoulder barges bombard him on his own car… courtesy of IL. Suddenly he lifts up one of the light tubes and smashes it against Luchador’s back. A scream of agony, and perhaps some pleasure, and all the workers flinch as the tacks fly and Andrew’s shirt is torn by glass shards. In certain areas Andrew’s back is exposed from the objects tearing away at his solid black long sleeve. Rickmen falls to all fours and Dace drops the barbed wire to clasp the tube with both hands. He lifts the lethal weapon into the air…

“Show some mercy…” Axis pleads, though one half of his brain wants to see this.

Night aims…

Even King squirms in his seat.

The weapon comes crashing down- onto cement. Andrew rolls away, barely avoiding the shards that explode and nearly shower everyone within a certain radius. Dace grunts at himself with much disapproval and lifts Andrew up to his feet. He then quickly picks him into the air and scoop slams him into the shards. Silence falls across the arena, wondering if IL would be all right.

“AHAHAHA!” Andrew’s famous laughter of insanity is well heard around the world. Dace is barely fazed; he’s seen and heard much worse in earlier days. But the next thing that IL accomplishes sends him for a loop, Andrew picks himself back up and then willing jumps back into the “pit o’ pain.” All the workers back away while Dace grabs one of IL’s arms and tugs him up. Glass and thumbtacks remains stuck under his skin and Andrew uses his left arm to push Dace’s chin away. Seconds later Dace heaves Andrew back down to the cement and the Insane Luchador crawls towards the factory. Dace follows after him while Andrew slowly approaches the doorway. Matthew gives Andrew a look then shrugs and Rickmen uses the door’s handle to pull himself up. Dace then gives a hard shove, and the two men are in the building! The screen blacks out for a brief second and then the view of one half of the room is seen. Apparently the back entrance is the small lounge area, as workers leap up from wooden chairs and the small, measly wooden tables with two vending machines on the wall. Some workers swear at the two men who wildly exchange punches until Dace gets the obvious upper hand. He then grabs IL with a front face lock, but Andrew grapevines his leg around Dace’s. The gray and red eye man grunts with anger and right as Andrew’s leg frees he lifts him into the air by grabbing his cargo pocket. He aims towards one of the table where he suddenly falls onto the wooden table, sending it snapped in half and splinters flying! Some workers step forward, some stare in bewilderment, and even clapping is heard.

“As if the Insane Luchador hasn’t taken enough punishment already…” Axis mumbles.

Dace Night allows Andrew to squirm in a pile of somewhat human carnage. He looks around to see a taller yet scrawny man yell at him. Dace isn’t quite sure how to handle it and he lets action speak louder than words. Night gives him a hard shove that sends the enraged worker to trip over the chair. However Dace hears a noise from behind and he is taken off guard (probably nearly dropping a load) as Andrew has a chair in his hands. The Insane Luchador swings violently and Dace is floored backwards as the chair slams against it. Andrew then swings it overhead and crashes it onto Night’s skull. Dace crumbles to the floor as a crack in the poorly constructed, makeshift weapon happens in one of the legs. Rickmen then swings at air to ward off any angered workers and he drops to the ground, releasing the chair. Andrew then lies over Dace and slings his right leg into the air!

“ONE!” The Michigan fans all cheer back in the arena.

“TWO!” Not much sign of movement, it’s hard to get over a vicious blow.

“THREE!” Dace proves the fans wrong as his shoulder barely is flung into the air. Suddenly a loud buzzing noise is heard again and the workers all file away, where they’re supposed to be. Insane Luchador looks down at the wreck they’ve created… and realizes it’s not enough. Slowly Night begins to shake the pain off and begins to get back to his feet. Meanwhile, a good few feet away, the Insane Luchador uses the vending machine's slot where the soda comes out to climb onto the top. Barely with enough room to stand he watches Dace stumble forward, when his big mistake hits him. Rickmen does more of a leap outwards but he still flips his body forward in a twisting Swanton and he lands straight into Dace’s chest! The two humans collide in what must feel like a train wreck as they smash against the cold, cement. Matthew cocks his head to the side wondering if he should begin the count and his brain wins the debate against his mood to see carnage.

“ONE!” He begins the count, as the two workers struggle to untangle each other.

“TWO!” They both lay inches away, just hoping to recover.

“THREE! Andrew flops to his stomach like a dying fish and begins to pluck whatever is causing the burning pain.

“FOUR!” Dace slowly shifts the pain to energy.

“FIVE!” Only five more seconds to linger… like a kid who won’t get out of bed for school.

“SIX!” The two begin to get to both feet.

“SEVEN!” Three more seconds until the match is over and gets slapped with a “DUD.”

“EIGHT!” IL and Dace nearly get to their feet at the same time. Andrew leads Dace and Matthew towards the open doorway and the three wobble into the real factory. The screen has to fade to black again and suddenly it kicks up again. The fans all are astonished at the sight. They’re moving car parts on convey belt, a sort of crane that takes car hoods on a “roller coaster” ride and millions of workers busting their asses off to get the work done. In the far right corner there’s smelting going on with blowtorches and storage of huge crates on the far left. Then there’s a close garage door that has to lead somewhere else and a door smack down in the middle of two conveyor belts. Dace and IL heads slowly turn to each other. In somewhat a sign of respect they nod toward and then give a smirk. The two slowly circle each other like the match had restarted; the closest thing was a conveyor belt that had car hoods that attached to the black crane. Andrew Rickmen leaps into the air and dropkicks Dace down. Following through with the attack IL throws his body onto Night and begins to pound on his face.

“This is begging to get the ambulance ready.” King points out and then concludes, “Garbage wrestling.” The fans can hear SK dramatically spit on the ground.

Dace Night throws his own punches that slowly shake the maniac off of him, for now. Dace springs up and wipes the back of his hand on his nose, to check for the blood. Negative. Either way the two collide into a grapple and Andrew is able to take the sudden advantage with a knee to the gut. He then follows through with a headlock, misleading the fans to get up from their seats.

“Could he hit the Evenflow before the match even barely breaks eight minutes?” Axis ponders out loud.

However, Andrew falls to the ground not as viciously as an Evenflow, but he retains the hold getting back up. Rickmen forces Dace back up and he goes for the second time, but Dace’s arm wraps around Rickmen’s waist. Night shakes off the head and he throws IL over his head in a Northern Lights Suplex! Andrew soars, causing many workers to notice, as he smacks onto the conveyor belt, barely missing a car hood. Andrew Rickmen gasps for air, but he slowly crawls onto the hood. Dace follows him and IL kicks off the workers who grab at him. Andrew then slowly stands up with expert balance as the crane hooks onto the hood. There’s a brief second as everyone wonders if it’d support the extra 221 pounds. Slowly he rises into the air and Dace looks on his confusion as he stands at the end of the conveyor belt staring up. Maybe rising to eight feet in the air, then approaching ten the Luchador is lifted.

“What the hell, is IL trying to escape?” King is thoroughly confused.

Rickmen bends his knees and looks down. The hood begins to dent inwards and it rises into the ten-foot height. With only a few more inches of space before IL’s head would hit the ceiling he takes a huge breath of air.

“He wouldn’t.” Axis simply puts it.

“He would.” King says with somewhat of a twinkle in his eyes.

“He did leap much further to put Grimedogg out in that MAJOR upset.” Axis reminds the fans and everyone is soon on their feet.

Dace suddenly sees the problem; he begins to turn around but bumps into Matthew. Dace then notices a car hood that could cause a nasty bruise and he is forced to duck. Seconds pass like minutes, but as soon as that hood is lifted past Dace- Andrew times everything.

If either of the wrestlers could hear the arena, they’d know that a deafening chant of “LUCH-A-DOR! CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!” Catches on like wildfire.

Andrew then takes a baby step forwards and leaps towards, turning into a missile dropkick position! Within a few milliseconds all the workers let their jobs slip away as they watch the Insane Luchador come dangerously close to slamming against the hood connected. IL barely skims over it and falls towards Dace where he plants an INSANE dropkick to Night’s chest! Dace is thrown back into the conveyor belt, where he crumbles to the cement in absolute agony. Workers all come closer to see Andrew Rickmen and Dace Night both on the ground trying to suck up the pain.

The chant switches to “S! J! L!” showing respect for both workers who sacrifice their bodies.

“My God… words can’t put it in justice.” Axis is dumbfounded that he just saw that kamikaze attack.

Andrew’s arm finds it’s way onto Dace’s chest!

“ONE!” The workers all chant.

“TWO!” Night slaps the arm off and suddenly higher authority flood into the room like a SWAT team on the workers.

Andrew Rickmen grabs the conveyor belt for support; his whole left side of his body numb. Understandably Dace has the same amount of problem. He wheezes like he’s taking his last breath, but slowly he comes around. The two get workers who defy their bosses and they lift them to their feet. The workers then file back to work, trying to adapt to the problem… least until the police come. Andrew and Dace sway like two drunken friends getting into a fistfight. The punches don’t even hit each other, and the two lean against objects to catch their breath. Slowly their bodies rejuvenate, so the two men beginning to come towards the smelting area. The fans all stare on, watching Dace get one punch in that sends Andrew past the second conveyor belt and past the one door. This leaves a box of crates to the left, the garage, and the smelting area to the right for the brawl to end up. Dace grabs at Rickmen’s black shirt and he throws him next to the mending/smelting area. Workers with their blowtorches get finishing, personal touches done on certain car parts on the flame retardant table. The fans then watch Dace spin Andrew around so he faces him. The 6’4” monster ducks under Andrew and scoops him up onto his shoulders, apparently going for one of his signature moves- the Death Valley Driver.

“A straight, brutal plunge right onto the cold cement.” Axis hypes the move, waiting for the sickening thud of IL’s skull against the floor.

But for a few seconds there’s hope for Andrew, he swings his body right out of Dace’s grasp and then falls next to Dace. While he was still in the air he hits the headlock and swings his body around hitting a tornado DDT! The fans in the arena go nuts for the reversal as Andrew Rickmen hooks the leg…

“ONE!” No movement by Dace.

“TWO!” Dace’s body kicks IL off.

“Not quite the three yet, folks.” Axis plays his role as ‘Captain Obvious.’

Andrew uses his adrenaline high as he sees a blowtorch left unaccompanied. Everyone around the world shakes his or her head in utter disbelief as Andrew grabs it, and begins to stalk over to Night.

“Jesus Christ! He wouldn’t do that!” King says disgusted and scare.

However Matthew leaps out in front of Andrew, saying that that’s really pushing it even for this sort of brawl. After a short, heated debate Andrew drops it and gets a punch straight to the nose! Rickmen reels backwards until he smacks against the table, where he hunches over. Dace follows through with an elbow to the back. Night then whirls Andrew around and knees him right in the gut. He then forces Andrew’s head in-between his legs. Rickmen barely struggles as he watches his own blood drip from his nostrils. Dace then wraps his strong arms around Andrew and lifts him high into the air! He then drops him onto the empty steel table where Rickmen lands nearly on his neck! Andrew rolls off to the side opposite of Dace and he attempts to crawl away. Dace, however, hops onto the table and leaps off. He swoops his body into elbow drop position, but Andrew Rickmen rolls out of the way and Night smacks against the cement. Rickmen finally gets his breathing pattern straight and he wipes the blood with back of his hand. For dramatic effect he then slaps Dace on the ground of the blood-soiled hand. Dace slowly gets himself to his feet, wanting to put an end to this very match. But Dace’s plan gets thrown for a leap as Andrew grabs Night and Irish whips him into the huge, wooden crates! The crates, which are dumbly stacked in piles, shake and Night glances up to see an avalanche of oak…

The fans in the arena aren’t sure how to react as Dace shields himself and the crates topple onto him in many areas and break or flip away. Rickmen looks on in shock then gives a “Hey. Cool.” Look towards the secret camera. Matthew rushes over to the pile of rubble and Andrew follows. The two SJL employees grab all the crates and reveal Dace, who looks up in pure anger at IL. Blood flows down his face making a crimson river, and Night begins to stand. Everyone is taken back at the sight of next to seeing a zombie rise from the dead. Andrew then yelps at Matthew to do something, and Kivell agrees. Matthew walks over and hits a button, opening the garage door. It then reveals a whole garage filled with multicolored finished cars. Andrew then whips Dace into the room and he follows through himself. As a different hidden camera flips on it reveals a balcony meant for the bosses to oversee the cars. Workers scramble to finish making the final car touches and Andrew notices a ladder attached to the wall that runs up to the balcony. Ducking under a wild swing, Andrew decides to go for a desperation move. He stomps his one-foot and then delivers a vicious super kick that sends Night flying onto a car hood. Andrew then hops onto the fender, to many workers protesting, and kicks at Night in random places. Dace finally crawls onto the top of the car, nearly dead from exhaustion.

Rickmen then runs a good amount away.

“Using the car to springboard?” Axis predicts.

But Andrew proves Axis wrong as he suddenly spins around and leaps onto the ladder. Only one scrawny boss yells for the police while Andrew climbs up the very high ladder. Eventually he gets into range and he hops from the top onto the balcony. He threatens at the boss who shoves Andrew, nearly making him fall from the balcony himself. Rickmen then sends a knee into the man’s gut… shutting him up. The safety railing would cause Andrew to be, maybe, twenty feet in the air. He looks down at the sea of cars. IL then bends his knees and the whole arena a good few miles away stand on their feet- again. The workers all stop their duties to look up at the maniac who dare jumps. Rickmen takes in another deep breath and for the second time leaps off and outwards! The fans all stare in awe as he throws his body weight backwards in a moonsault! He smashes right onto Dace’s chest and the car’s hood smashes into the interior of the car. There’s a loud groaning sound and Matthew quickly phones for an ambulance through a radio.

“HO-LY! SHIT!” The chant is deafening.

Matthew hops onto the car’s hood seeing the cover~!

ONE! Could the brutality come to an end?

TWO! No movement from either of them.

THREE! “It’s over, IL has gone it… uh-oh!” Axis yells noticing cops flee into the garage. Followed behind them are ambulances also.

The hidden camera slowly fades away revealing the tangled mess of the bloody human pretzels who truly are SJL superstars…

-STARWIPE~!-

January 20, 2003

(SJL Wrath comes back on the air with the crowd cheering, waving their little signs like they do every week. The SJL had one hell of a show so far, and it will only get better. The camera skims across the crowd, showing signs like "HSJ is High", "I Will Bleed for Natasha", "All Hail Emperor Ejiro the Magnificent", and a bunch of buddies holding up a sign with one letter on them, spelling out "J", "A", "N", "U", "S". The camera goes around the audience some more, before cutting down to Axis and The Suicide King!)

Axis: Welcome everybody back to SJL Wrath!

Suicide King: Why do we have to welcome everyone back?

Axis: Because it's polite.

Suicide King: Why do we have to polite to the fans? They are watching us perform. They should be polite to us!

Axis: Well some are.

Suicide King: Not all of them.

Axis: How so?

Suicide King: Last week, a fan came up to me and offered me a cup of coffee.

Axis: So?

Suicide King: I ONLY DRINK CAPPUCCINO!

Axis: You're so stuck up!

Suicide King: I have a right to be! I am the King you know.

Axis: Yes, I know. You remind me enough times.

Suicide King: Maybe you should stop forgetting it then!

Axis: I don't forget it . . . oh forget it . . .

Suicide King: SEE!

Axis: Anyway folks, we have a real mess up next. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins, who went nuts on Metal due to some, how should I say this? Unwelcome Therapy, and ended up challenging not one, not two, not three, but four people to matches tonight!

Suicide King: I have the utmost confidence that Spike Jenkins will win all his matches and truly become a living legend, much like I am today!

Axis: Unlike you, I doubt he will make it very far. Because due to some smart booking on the behalf of the JLCC, Spike Jenkins will not get four separate matches . . . well, he will, but not the way he thought.

Suicide King: Now what is that supposed to mean?

Axis: Well, Spike Jenkins has been booked in a gauntlet match! Meaning he will not get a break between matches, and has to go through four straight matches too win.

Suicide King: That is hard to the average man, but Spike Jenkins is The King of the World!

Axis: What planet is this world on? Mars?

Suicide King: Don't be so jealous of the greatest wrestler in the SJL today!

Axis: "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins is going to have to go through a bunch of true competitors. His first match is against "Technical Perfection" Chris Card . . .

Suicide King: With the always scary, but lovely Natasha.

Axis: Yeah . . . then his second match is against the current SJL European Champion, Janus!

Suicide King: I didn't like Janus at first, or at all. But on Metal, he really showed his colors, after nearly killing Johnny Dangerous with that Dark Bomb!

Axis: I don't know what that was all about, but it was scary for Johnny! He could have broken his neck, or worse!

Suicide King: There isn't much worse then breaking you're neck.

Axis: At least he is all right. But if Spike Jenkins can make it past Chris Card and Janus, then he has another match with someone who beat him a little over a week ago!

Suicide King: He lost by Disqualification!

Axis: A loss is a loss.

Suicide King: No, a Win is a Win. A Loss is Bad.

Axis: Anyway, the person we are talking about, is none other then the number one contender to Ejiro Fasaki's SJL World Title, Wildchild!

Suicide King: If Spike beats him, will he be number one contender?

Axis: I don't know.

Suicide King: What if Spike Jenkins beats Janus? Will he be the SJL European champion?

Axis: I don't think so . . .

Suicide King: Why is everyone always trying to hold the King of the World down? He is the most charismatic, athletic superstar in the SJL today!

Axis: If he can get by Chris Card, Janus, and Wildchild, I might believe you.

Suicide King: If? What do you mean if? Of course he is going to get by them three, then defeat his fourth and last opponent!

Axis: His fourth and last opponent is probably the most difficult opponent he will face!

Suicide King: And why is that? Are you saying that Chris Card, Janus, and Wildchild don't equal up to the talents of Spike Jenkins fourth and final opponent?

Axis: No. All I'm saying is that Spike Jenkins, if he makes it, will have another opponent, and not only that, but it will be in a ladder match!

Suicide King: With a Playstation 2 at the top...

Axis: Yeah, that is kinda weird.

Suicide King: Hey, Axis, have we even named who "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins fourth opponent is?

Axis: I don't think we have.

Suicide King: Well, let's get to it.

Axis: OK. Spike Jenkins fourth opponent, if he makes it through the first three, will be former SJL World Champion, Johnny Dangerous in a Ladder Match!

Suicide King: Spike Jenkins will go through all four with ease.

Axis: I actually hope "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins makes it to the ladder match, as I would love to see that match.

Suicide King: You would love to see Hollywood lose that match. You wouldn't want to see him win.

Axis: I never said that!

Suicide King: But you thought it!

Axis: Jeez, can we please get on with the show?

Suicide King: Yeah, I want to see Spike Jenkins beat the crap out of four guys!

Axis: I somehow doubt that will happen.

Suicide King: Why? Are you saying "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins is not the most talented, gifted, charismatic, King of the World, Living Legend, that he says he is?

Axis: Well....basically, yeah.

Suicide King: Well, I, umm, I'm speechless.

(With that, the riff of a guitar is heard over the P.A., signaling the entrance of the SJL's greatest wrestler, and King of the World, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins. Gold sparks begin rising from the top of the entrance ramp, as the crowd boo's the coming of Spike Jenkins, and already begin throwing junk onto the ramp. After waiting for a few seconds, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins emerges from behind the entrance ramp, stepping into the golden pyro as fans boo and hiss at him.)

Funyon: This match is scheduled as a Gauntlet Match! If Spike Jenkins defeats his first opponent, then his second opponent will be allowed down to the ring, where a second match will occur, without any breaks in-between. If Spike Jenkins gets past his second opponent, then a third opponent will come down, and so on and so forth. If Spike Jenkins can get to his forth and final opponent, the match will be a Ladder Match!!! First, coming to the ring. Weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty-two pounds, from Hollywood, California....."Hollywood" Spike Jenkinsssss!!!!!!

(Spike stands in the pyro, while the crowd continues to nonstop boo him. After standing there, looking down at the ground, Spike looks up, inhales the smoke through his mouth, exhaling it through his noise, causing smoke to fill up over his face. Spike finally steps out of the pyro and begins walking down the ramp, looking around at the fans in the front row booing him and waving their hands out with their thumbs down at him and giving him the finger. Spike just starts posing for them, as he continues his walk down the ramp.)

Axis: This may be the toughest match "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins has ever been in.

Suicide King: What about his matches with Mak Francis, CIA, Judge Mental, WHAT ABOUT THEM?

Axis: They were tough, but jeez, Spike has to face four people tonight!

Suicide King: Yeah, so?

Axis: Well, he can always lose the first match and go home.

Suicide King: Spike Jenkins won't lose! You heard him before! He knows that if he wins all four of his matches, he will be a Living Legend!

Axis: Yes, I heard him say that too.

Suicide King: Besides, all the people he is wrestling suck!

Axis: That is not true! Janus is the current SJL European Champion, Wildchild is the number one contender to the SJL World Title, and Johnny Dangerous is a former SJL World champion!

Suicide King: What about Chris Card?

Axis: Well, he hasn't accomplished anything in the SJL title wise yet, but he is undefeated, and he has a bright future ahead of him! He is also the number one contender to the SJL European title!

Suicide King: So are you saying that Spike Jenkins sucks because he never held a title?

Axis: No, that's not what I'm saying!

Suicide King: Then name one good quality about Hollywood!

Axis: OK. He is very charismatic and a very good talent in the ring!

Suicide King: That's what I thought!

Axis: But his whole "I Am Better Than You" crap is what is keeping him back.

Suicide King: So you are trying to hold Spike Jenkins back!

Axis: I didn't say that!

Suicide King: Sure, you did.

Axis: Jeez...

(Back at ringside, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins climbs up the ring steps, and steps over the steel post onto the ring apron, before making his way to the middle of the ring. Spike wraps his arms over the top rope, and stretches back, looking out into the booing crowd while some flashes from camera's go off. Spike releases the ropes, and steps in between the middle and top rope into the ring, where he holds his arms in the air, and begins to twirl around with cameras going off all around the arena. Spike stops in the middle of the ring, and looks around the booing Detroit crowd.)

Axis: This crowd hates Spike! They all want him dead!

Suicide King: Who cares what the crowd wants?

Axis: Some of the workers backstage do.

Suicide King: Well those people are idiots!

(Spike stands in a corner, waiting for his first opponent as "Grind" by Alice in Chains starts up over the loud speaker.)

Funyon: And his first opponent!! Weighing in at Two Hundred Sixty-four pounds, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, accompanied by Natasha....."Technical Perfection" Chris Cardddddddddddddddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!

(Funyon steps out of the ring, as "Technical Perfection" Chris Card walks out from behind the entrance curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp, as Natasha follows up behind him, with a few cheers, but mostly boo's from the crowd. Chris Card makes his way down the entrance ramp, Natasha following behind him, yelling at the crowd. They reach down to the ring after slowly walking down the ramp, and Chris Card hops up to the ring apron, while Natasha walks around to the steel steps. Natasha climbs up the steel steps and steps over onto the apron that Chris is on, with Chris pushing down on the bottom rope with his foot, and lifting the middle rope up for Natasha, as she slips into the ring. Natasha walks to the middle of the ring, and raises her arms above her head, showing off her body as camera flashes go off. Chris Card slides into the ring through the ropes, and walks up in front of Natasha, and leans down doing his Heartbreaker pose.)

Suicide King: I hope Natasha comes and sits over here with us again.

Axis: Do you have some sort of thing for her?

Suicide King: Who doesn't?

Axis: I don't.

Suicide King: That's because you don't like women.

Axis: I like women!

Suicide King: Then why don't you like Natasha?

Axis: She just isn't my type.

Suicide King: Not you're type? Oh yeah, she's not a guy.

Axis: I am not a homosexual! Not that there is anything wrong with that...

Suicide King: ......

Axis: Can we start the match please?

(Natasha backs away from Chris, as Chris stands there doing his pose, when "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins walks up to her, backing her up into a corner. Spike begins talking to her, while she looks on in disgust. Chris Card is still down in his Heartbreaker pose, but finally notices that Natasha is not behind him, and rises back to his feet, and looks over at Spike and Natasha. Card charges in at Spike and Natasha, and hits Spike in the back of the head with an elbow, knocking him forward into the corner, luckily Natasha slipped out of the ring before she got caught in the middle.)

* DING DING DING *

Axis: And this match is underway!

Suicide King: "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins already trying to get something in with Natasha! Now THAT is a man!

Axis: He is a man because he was hitting on a girl who wants nothing to do with him?

Suicide King: Oh come on Axis, you know she wants him.

(Natasha walks around the ring towards the announcers table, where she takes a seat next to Axis, and puts on the extra set of headphones at the table.)

Axis: Welcome Natasha.

Natasha: Hello Axis. King.

Axis: Wonderful to have you back.

Natasha: I suppose.

(Back in the ring, Chris Card has Spike Jenkins leaning up against the turnbuckles in the corner. Card leans back, and hits Spike across the chest with a big chop! Card leans back again, and gives Spike another stiff chop across the chest! Card leans back once more, and gives Spike another hard chop to the chest. Card pulls Spike out of the corner, and leans up against the ropes. Card grabs Spikes wrist and whips him across the ropes. Spike bounces into the ropes, and comes charging back to a waiting Card, as Card lifts him through the air, and snaps him down with a body slam! Card stays on the mat on top of Spike for the quick pin.)

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(Spike gets a shoulder up.)

Suicide King: Chris Card almost getting a quick cover on Spike Jenkins!

Axis: If Chris Card would have gotten the three, then Spike's whole gauntlet would stop right at the first match!

Natasha: Don't worry about Spike Jenkins making it through the gauntlet. He won't get past Chris.

Axis: You sound real sure of yourself.

Natasha: That's because I am.

(Chris Card lifts Spike up by the hair, and pushes him back into the corner. Card backs his arm back, and whips it across Spike's chest for another chop. Card grabs Spike's wrist, and whips him out of the corner, across the ring to the opposite corner, but Spike holds onto Card. Spike pulls Card in towards him, lifting his knee up and ramming it into Card's midsection. Spike holds onto Card's wrist, and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner. Card hits the turnbuckle back first, standing there trying to catch his breath, as Spike jumps up into the air, and gets a good amount of speed behind him before charging towards Card. Spike leaps to the mat, landing on his hands and doing a handspring, before landing back on his feet, and leaps towards Card with a kick, but Card ducks under it and runs into the middle of the ring, with his back still turned towards Spike. Card points at his head, showing the crowd that he is smarter then everyone in the arena, and turns around, but gets met with a stiff, roundhouse kick to the side of the head by Spike, knocking Card to the mat. Spike looks around the arena at the half booing, half cheering crowd, before getting down to the mat, and pinning Chris Card.)

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Natasha: Kick out Chris!

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(Chris barely gets a shoulder up.)

Axis: Spike Jenkins almost knocked Chris Card out cold with that kick!

Suicide King: I don't know who to root for in this match!

Natasha: You should root for Chris!

Suicide King: Whatever you say honey.

Natasha: Don't call me honey.

Suicide King: Sorry ma'am.

Natasha: That's better.

("Hollywood" Spike Jenkins gets up off of Card, and walks over to the ropes, in front of the announcers table. Spike stands near the ropes, looking over at Natasha, while making a muscle, and kissing it, as the camera cuts down to Natasha, with a sick look on her face.)

Natasha: Ugh.

Suicide King: What is wrong Natasha? How can you not like "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins?

Natasha: King, he just isn't my type.

Suicide King: So, you're into girls huh? Me too...

Natasha: No! It's just that I don't like that cocky arrogant attitude that Spike has.

Axis: And that Chris Card has.

Natasha: That isn't the point.

Suicide King: Hey Natasha, how come there hasn't been anything between you and Chris Card?

Natasha: Like I said King, between me and Chris, it's all professional.

Suicide King: What about with Crow?

Natasha: That is pleasure...

Suicide King: WOW!

(Back in the ring, Spike is still posing towards Natasha, as Chris Card finally gets to his feet. Card looks over and sees Spike posing towards Natasha, so he charges at Spike, and hits Spike in the back of the head with an elbow, knocking Spike chest first into the corner. Spike bounces back from the impact, and Card quickly gets his head under his arm, and lifts Spike up, and snapping him back down onto the back of Spike's head with a snap belly to back suplex! Card quickly rolls onto Spike, with Spike holding the back of his head in pain.)

Natasha: Yeah Chris!

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(Spike gets a shoulder up.)

Natasha: Come on ref! That was an three count!

Axis: The referee of this match says it's a two count.

Natasha: Well, he is wrong!

Suicide King: I believe you Natasha.

Natasha: Thank you King.

(Back in the ring, Card grabs Spike by the hair and pulls him up to his feet, before grabbing his wrist, and whipping him into the closest corner. Spike leans back first into the corner, trying to catch his breath, as Card walks up to him, lifting him into the air, and pushing him up onto the top rope. Chris Card backs away a bit, and yells out into the crowd, and throws his right arm into the air, going for his uppercut palm thrust, but Spike moves his head out of the way. Spike grabs Card's arm while it is in the air, and wraps his legs around Card's head, and falls back off the ropes, and hangs upside down above the ring apron, holding Chris Card in an arm bar!!)

Axis: What a move by "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins!!!

Natasha: Chris, get out of there!

Suicide King: Spike Jenkins is ready to tear Chris Card's shoulder out of the socket!

Natasha: I need to do something....

(Since Spike is hanging over the ropes, the submission is illegal and the referee begins to count Spike out.)

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(Spike releases the hold on Chris Card, as Card stumbles to the middle of the ring and falls to the mat holding his shoulder in pain. Spike flips over onto the apron, and rolls back into the ring under the bottom rope. Chris rises to both of his knees holding his shoulder in pain, as Spike centers in on him. Spike backs up a bit, and unleashes a stiff, roundhouse kick to Chris' bad shoulder. Spike backs up again, and once again hits another stiff, roundhouse kick to Chris' bad shoulder. Spike backs up again, and begins to catch his breath, as he sets up for the third and final shot.)

Natasha: Oh no, this isn't good...

Suicide King: I'm sure Chris Card will do something...

Natasha: I got to help him.

Suicide King: No! Stay here with me!

(Natasha doesn't pay attention to King, and gets up out of her chair, dropping her headphones to the table. Natasha runs around the announcers table, and walks up to the apron, looking in at Chris Card and Spike Jenkins. Back in the ring, Card starts wobbling on his knees as he looks at Spike. Spike charges in at Card, and goes for the knock out shot to the face, but Card ducks it. Spike quickly goes for a reverse roundhouse kick back to the face, but Card ducks that also. Spike backs up, as Card lifts one knee out from under himself and as he is about to get up, Spike charges at Card, leaping onto the knee and springboarding off it, hitting Card in the back of the head with a stiff kick, making a loud *POP* sound, as the fans go "Ohhh." Card drops face first to the mat as Spike gets to his feet. On the outside, Natasha pulls a little can of mace out of her body suit, and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. She opens the can of mace, and as she walks up behind Spike Jenkins, Spike turns towards her, startling her for a second. She goes to use the mace on Spike, but Spike pulls it out of her hands, and tosses it outside the ring, as she begins to back up away from him. Spike begins to rub his hand over his chest, as he walks closer to Natasha. Natasha, with nowhere to go, does the only logical thing. Natasha grabs Spike's shoulders, and knees him in the nuts. The referee sees this and calls for the bell as Spike Jenkins falls over to the mat, holding his groin.)

* DING DING DING *

Funyon: Here is your winner via disqualification, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins!!!

(The crowd boo's as Natasha walks around Spike to Chris, who is starting to get to his feet. Natasha helps Card to his feet, with Card holding his right shoulder. Card walks over to Spike, and begins kicking him in the back, as Spike holds his groin in pain. Natasha soon joins in, kicking Spike along with Card, before they both back up to the middle of the ring. Natasha walks away from Spike in disgust, over to Chris Card, as she takes his wrist, and raises it in the air as the crowd boos them. Chris Card walks towards the ropes, lifting the middle rope up, and pushing the bottom rope down with his foot, letting Natasha slip through the ropes onto the apron. Chris slips through the middle and top rope, and they both hop down to the apron, and begin to make their way up the ramp to the back.)

Axis: What an amazing bout between "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins and "Technical Perfection" Chris Card!

Suicide King: Besides that, how about Spike Jenkins moving on into his second match!

Axis: That's right! Spike Jenkins is still in this gauntlet match! But where is his second opponent?

(As Spike Jenkins begins to get to his knees, still holding his groin in pain, the lights in the arena go out. A strobe light hits the top of the ramp, as the opening riff of "Darkness Falls" by Dreamsfear plays over the loud speaker, as the current SJL European Champion, Janus, walks up to the light, with his European title over his shoulder, and begins walking down the ramp as the lights come back on.)

Funyon: And his next opponent! Weighing in at Three Hundred and Fifty Pounds, from Sydney, Australia, the current SJL European Champion.........JANUS!!!!!!

Axis: Business is about to pick up!

Suicide King: Spike! Run!

(The giant Janus lifts his leg up onto the apron, grabbing the top rope, pulls himself up to the apron. Janus lifts his leg over the top rope, and his other leg, entering the ring over the top rope. Janus takes his European title off and tosses it to the referee, who hands it to the time keeper.)

Suicide King: This is not good for Spike!

Axis: Spike may have gotten through Chris Card, but I don't think he is going to get through Janus!

Suicide King: Don't jinx him!

(Spike rises to his feet, as he looks over at the giant Janus staring at him. Spike begins shaking his head "No" and holding his arms out to stop Janus, as Janus just stares a hole through him. Spike holds his face, as he realizes who he is in the ring with and how tired he is. Spike, trying to catch Janus off guard, quickly charges at Janus, but Janus sees it coming, and lifts his boot up, nailing Spike right underneath the jaw, knocking Spike down to the mat. Spike slowly rises to his feet, but is knocked back down with a quick and powerful clothesline from Janus. Spike, trying to catch his breath, slowly pulls himself back to his feet, but gets knocked back down with another clothesline from Janus. Janus looks down at Spike, grabbing him by the hair, and lifting him to his feet. Janus wraps his giant arms around Spike's waist, and lifts him into the air, and drops him down onto his own knee!)

Axis: A pendulum back breaker by Janus to Spike Jenkins!

Suicide King: Spike is tired from his match with Chris Card!

Axis: He knew he was going to be tired when he REQUESTED this gauntlet match!

Suicide King: Yeah, but he had no idea it would be like this!

Axis: Well, then Spike Jenkins isn't as smart as you or him like to say.

(Back in the action, Janus covers Spike Jenkins without hooking the leg.)

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(Spike just barely gets a shoulder up. Janus rises to his feet, grabbing Spike by the hair, and lifting Spike up with a single pull. Janus pushes Spike back into the ropes, grabbing his wrist, and whips him across the ropes to the opposite side. Spike bounces into the ropes, and slowly comes back to a waiting Janus, as Janus wraps his large arms around Spike's waist again, this time, lifting him into the air, giving Spike a little flip into the air, and dropping him down back first, with Janus elbow on top of him.)

Axis: A tilt-a-whirl slam by Janus!

Suicide King: Get out of there Spike!

Axis: I don't think Spike can hear you. After all those falls to the mat from Janus.

Suicide King: Shut up Axis!

(Janus keeps his elbow on top of Spike, as the referee goes to make the count.)

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(Spike gets a shoulder up! Janus looks at the referee thinking that should have been a three, but forgets about it and gets back to his feet. Janus grabs Spike by the hair and lifts him back to his feet. Janus lifts the light two hundred and twenty pounder over his shoulder, and holds him with one arm as he walks around the ring. Janus picks up a little speed, as he runs into the middle of the ring, and dropping down to one knee, letting Spike go shoulder first into the knee.)

Axis: Shoulder breaker by Janus!

Suicide King: Spike has had no offense so far in this match.

Axis: And I presume that is a bad thing?

Suicide King: You're damn right it is a bad thing!

(Janus gets back to his feet, as the nearly out cold Spike Jenkins just lies there. Janus backs up a bit, but walks back over to Spike, lifting his giant leg into the air, and dropping down, dropping the leg down onto Spike Jenkins' throat, with a giant legdrop. Janus slides over and pins Spike.)

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(Spike somehow kicks out!)

Suicide King: Oh my God!

Axis: How is he doing this?

Suicide King: He said it himself. He is a Living Legend and the King of the World!

Axis: I don't happen to listen to Spike Jenkins when he is talking.

(Janus looks at the referee in complete awe. Janus gets up to his feet, lifting Spike by the hair to his feet also. Janus takes Spike by the wrist, and whips him into the far corner from them. Spike crashes into the corner back first, as Janus looks around the crowd, as most of them cheer for him. The referee runs over to Spike, to check on him and see if he is still able to compete, as Janus charges in towards Spike. Janus jumps into the air, attempting a big splash in the corner, but Spike Jenkins pulls the referee in the way, and he jumps out of the way, causing Janus to crush the referee between him and the turnbuckle. Spike falls to the mat face first, but is still able to roll under the bottom rope and lands face first on the floor.)

Suicide King: Look at that! Janus knocked out the referee!

Axis: No, he didn't! Spike Jenkins pulls the referee in the way!

Suicide King: That's not what I saw.

Axis: Then what were you looking at?

Suicide King: Janus knock out the referee!

(Inside the ring, Janus is leaning down towards the referee, checking to see if he is all right. Outside the ring, Spike Jenkins is just barely pulling himself to his feet, as he stumbles around the ring towards the time keeper. Spike walks over to the time keeper, and grabs the SJL European title out of his hands! The time keeper tries to get up to get it back, but Spike just nails him over the side of the head with the belt. Spike takes the belt and stumbles over to the apron, before sliding in under the bottom rope. Spike gets to his feet, and lifts the European title over his head, ready to hit Janus in the back of the head with it, but Janus somehow sense it coming, and quickly turns towards Spike, giving him a swift kick to the gut, causing Spike to drop the title. Janus grabs Spike's head, and pulls him in between his own legs, lifting both his arms up and making a throat slitting signal with both his thumbs, showing the crowd that the Dark Bomb is coming, but the crowd starts booing, remembering what happened to Johnny Dangerous.)

Axis: The Dark Bomb is on it's way!

Suicide King: Spike! Do Something!

(Janus wraps his arms around Spike's waist, and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Janus takes two handfuls of Spike's tights, and lifts high into the air, but Spike pulls something out of his own tights. Spike holds a little can and before Janus can drop Spike down to the mat, Spike sprays whatever is in the can into Janus eyes! Janus drops down to the mat, but Spike lands on his feet.)

Axis: Was that..? THAT WAS THE MACE THAT NATASHA WENT TO USE ON SPIKE!

Suicide King: Spike Jenkins just out smarted Janus!

Axis: No, he didn't. He cheated!

Suicide King: Cheated. Out smarted. Same thing.

Axis: No, it's not the same thing!

Suicide King: Oh, stop your crying.

(Spike takes the can of mace and tosses it outside the ring. Spike stumbles over to the SJL European title he brought in to the ring, and looks over at Janus, as Janus holds his eyes in pain. Spike charges over at Janus, and hits him in the face, with Janus' own title, the SJL European Title! Spike tosses the title outside the ring, and stumbles over to the nearest corner. Spike steps through the middle and top rope, and slowly begins to climb to the top rope. Spike stands on the top rope, looking down at the out cold Janus, as Spike leaps into the air, pulling his arms in, and pumping them back out, and Spike crashes down on top of Janus' giant chest. Spike bounces off Janus due to the impact, and rolls over, holding his ribs in pain. Spike crawls over to the injured referee, and pulls him over to where Janus is laying. Spike puts an arm over Janus.)

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Axis: It can't end this way!

Suicide King: Spike Jenkins is moving on in the gauntlet!

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* Ding Ding Ding *

Funyon: Here is your winner of the second match in the gauntlet, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins!!!

(Spike rolls off of Janus as the crowd begins booing and hissing.)

Suicide King: Yes! Spike did it! He is two matches away from being a living legend!

Axis: Spike cheated his way to beat Janus!

Suicide King: Spike Jenkins just defeated the SJL European Champion and the number one contender to that title! Spike Jenkins is the GREATEST!

Axis: I can't believe this! Janus was cheated!

Suicide King: Nothing you can do now. And Spike Jenkins is on his way to be a true, life Living Legend!

Axis: Don't be too sure. Spike still has two more matches to go. One against the number one contender to the SJL World title.

Suicide King: If Spike wins that, wait, excuse me, WHEN Spike wins that, he needs to get a world title shot damnit!

Axis: After this amazing performance so far, who knows. But besides that, IF he gets past Wildchild, he still has the former World Champion in a Ladder Match!

Suicide King: Spike is the greatest wrestler alive!

(In the ring, Spike grabs the middle ropes closest to him, and rises to his knees trying to catch his breath. A new official comes running down the ramp way, and walks over to the knocked out official, and the knocked out official rolls out of the ring, and begins walking up the ramp, as we have a new official in the match. The new official begins to shake Janus, and Janus begins to wake up, still holding his eyes from the mace. EMT's come running down to the ring, and help Janus roll out of the ring under the bottom rope, and help him walk out to the back. Spike stands around the ring, waiting for his third opponent as "The Everlasting Gaze" by The Smashing Pumpkins starts up.)

Funyon: His third opponent! Weighing in at Two Hundred and Seventeen pounds, from the Bahamas....WILDCHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Axis: Here comes Wildchild!

(Wildchild runs out from behind the entrance curtains, past Janus and all the EMT's and salutes the crowd as they cheer wild for him. Wildchild runs down the ramp up to the ring, and jumps up onto the ring apron. Wildchild grabs the top rope and pulls back, springboarding over the top rope, doing a flip in midair, and landing on his feet on the mat. Spike turns towards Wildchild as Wildchild runs towards him, and hits him with a flying leg lariat that knocks Spike down.)

*Ding Ding Ding*

(Spike gets back to his feet, and Wildchild runs at him again, and hits another flying leg lariat, knocking Spike down. Spike quickly gets to his feet, as Wildchild is already to his feet. Spike charges at Wildchild, but Wildchild grabs Spike's wrist, and flips him over with a Japanese Arm Drag. Spike and Wildchild both get up at the same time, and Spike charges at Wildchild again, but against Wildchild flips Spike over in a Japanese Arm Drag. Spike rolls over to the nearest corner, and grabs the top rope as he begins to rise to his feet. Spike gets to his feet and turn towards the amazing Wildchild, as Wildchild charges at him. Wildchild leaps into the air, and lands on Spike's ribs, grabbing a hold of Spike's head, falls back, holding onto Spike and flipping him over with a monkey flip!)

Axis: Look at the speed of Wildchild! It is amazing!

Suicide King: Yeah, but look who is out here to join us. It's the current SJL World Champion, Ejiro Fasaki!

Axis: What is Ejiro doing out here?

Suicide King: Scouting out his opponent for later tonight and at the PPV, Wildchild.

Axis: And maybe scouting "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins as well.

Suicide King: Why do you have make everything look so bad?

Axis: Because it could be true!

Suicide King: Well, I wouldn't mind the idea of seeing two of the SJL's greatest talents, like Ejiro Fasaki and "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins going at it.

Axis: I wouldn't either.

Suicide King: Don't fool yourself Axis. Everyone knows you don't like Ejiro or Spike!

Axis: I never said that!

Suicide King: But we all know you do!

(Back in the ring, Spike is completely out of air now, and is barely getting to his feet in the opposite corner that Wildchild is standing in. Wildchild spots Ejiro, but doesn't pay much attention to him, as he is waiting for Spike to get up. Spike gets to his feet, and turns towards Wildchild, as Wildchild charges at him. Spike in return, charges towards Wildchild. As they both are about to run into each other, Spike dives forward doing a roll, with Wildchild, diving over him, and landing in a roll. Spike lands on his knees and quickly turns towards Wildchild, as Wildchild is on his feet in the corner. Wildchild charges at Spike, and attempts a stiff right kick, but Spike blocks it with his arm. Wildchild goes for a stiff left kick, but Spike blocks that also. Wildchild quickly goes for another right kick, but Spike catches the leg, and flips Wildchild over onto his back with a mini dragon screw leg whip. Spike rolls over onto his stomach as he holds Wildchild's leg, but Wildchild kicks his leg out of Spike's arm, and goes for a left roundhouse kick to Spike's face while laying on the mat, but Spike ducks under it. Wildchild turns onto his side, and attempts a thrust kick with his right leg, while laying on the mat, but Spike hops backwards onto his feet. Wildchild gets to his knees, but Spike meets him with a stiff kick across the chest, the same kind that he used against Chris Card earlier that night. Spike backs up, as he measures the now stunned Wildchild. Spike walks in towards Wildchild, and whips his leg out again, with another stiff kick to the chest. Spike backs up again, as he seems to be drawing energy and setting up for the final blow to Wildchild. Spike steps towards Wildchild, and goes for the final kick to the face, but Wildchild quickly spins underneath Spike, with a roundhouse kick to the back of Spike's free leg, causing Spike to fall to the mat on his back. Wildchild jumps up to his feet, and jumps into the air, doing a 90* spin in midair, and comes crashing down chest first on top of Spike!)

Axis: Standing Shooting Star Press by Wildchild! This match can be over!

Suicide King: No, Spike! You made it too far! Don't give up!

(Wildchild lies on top of Spike for the pin, as Ejiro walks down the ramp closer to the ring.)

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(Spike just BARELY gets a shoulder up, as the whole crowd basically makes a sigh as they thought Wildchild had won.)

Axis: Oh my God! That was close!

Suicide King: Spike can't lose now! Not after all he went through!

Axis: He can lose now! Because Wildchild CAN beat him!

(Wildchild rises to his feet, as he looks out of the ring, and notices Ejiro standing right at ringside. Wildchild turns his attentions back to Spike Jenkins, who is on his hands and knees coughing. Wildchild walks over to Spike, grabbing him by the hair, and lifting him to his feet. Wildchild tucks Spike's head in under his arm, and with his other arm points towards Ejiro, as Ejiro just looks at him. Wildchild takes Spike's free arm, and flips it over his head, and Wildchild takes his free arm, and lifts Spike's knee up.)

Axis: I think Wildchild is going to end the match right now with, what I think is, the Wild Ride 2003!

Suicide King: Oh God no!

(Wildchild finds the strength to lift the almost lifeless Spike straight into the air, in the form of a fisherman buster, but Wildchild drops down to his knees, and Spike's neck bounces off of Wildchild's shoulders, and Spike bounces off of Wildchild due to the impact, and is lying on the mat out cold. Wildchild makes the cover, but Ejiro jumps onto the apron, and distracts the referee. The crowd begins to chant "One", "Two", "Three", "Four", "Five", "Six", but Ejiro is holding the referee. Wildchild rolls off of Spike and rises to his feet, as he and Ejiro look at each other eye to eye. Ejiro jumps off the apron, and starts running to the back, as Wildchild runs towards the ropes, stepping through the ropes, and running after him. The referee looks around confused, as Spike Jenkins lies on the mat out cold, and Wildchild chases Ejiro to the back!)

Axis: Ejiro Fasaki cost Wildchild from beating Spike Jenkins! Now Wildchild is running after Ejiro!

Suicide King: What is the referee doing? Start the count out!

Axis: Oh, you can't be serious.

Suicide King: Spike Jenkins is about to defeat the number one contender to the SJL World Title!

Axis: By Count-out! And with help from The World Champion himself!

Suicide King: So?

(The referee looks around the ring at the unconscious Spike Jenkins, and begins to start his count out on Wildchild.)

One

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Two

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Three

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Four

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Five

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Six

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Seven

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Eight

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Nine

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TEN!!!!

*Ding Ding Ding*

(The crowd begins to boo as the referee signals for the bell.)

Axis: Oh, you have to be kidding me!

Suicide King: Spike Jenkins has won three matches in one night!

Axis: He still has to win the fourth one to win the gauntlet!

Suicide King: Yes, but he has defeated the number one contender to the World title!

Axis: By count-out while being unconscious.

Suicide King: Why don't you like Spike Jenkins? He is a nice guy.

Axis: It doesn't matter if I like Spike Jenkins or not. And have you forgotten the fourth and final match?

Suicide King: Well, I, No!

Axis: Spike Jenkins will now have to face the former world champion, Johnny Dangerous in a Ladder Match!

Suicide King: Oh jeez.

Funyon: Here is your winner of the third match, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins!!!

(To be continued...)

January 20, 2003

(...continued... ....riiiiight about.... ...here!)

Axis: And we are about to head into the fourth and final match of the gauntlet! "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins, who has barely lasted his first three matches, will now face a former world champion, Johnny Dangerous!

(Some workers from the back come out and set up a ladder in the middle of the entrance way, as a ring from the top of the arena attached to a wire, is lowered down to the ring, where some other workers bring the Playstation 2 with a strap wrapped around it, and tie it to the ring, as it begins to rise twenty feet into the air! Spike Jenkins is just barely moving after that Wild Ride 2003 and has crawled to the nearest corner, and is sitting their catching his breath. The workers clear out of the ring, and they all leave to go backstage, leaving Spike Jenkins in the ring alone.)

Axis: And we are about to get the final match in the gauntlet!

Suicide King: Spike Jenkins is one win away from becoming a Living Legend!

Funyon: This is the final contest in the Gauntlet Match! and is also a Ladder Match!!! (crowd cheers) The winner will be the first person to climb the ladder, and grab the Playstation 2 at the top, and pull it off. Now, the final opponent!! Coming to the ring, weighing in at Two Hundred and Ten Pounds from Las Vegas, Nevada. JOHNNY "THE BARRACUDA" DANGEROUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

(Just as Funyon says that, the "Mission Impossible 2 theme" by Limp Bizket starts to play up as different color lights to start flashing over the entrance area. Johnny Dangerous begins to walk out from behind the entrance curtain, and steps into the lights, as the crowd explodes! Johnny begins walking down the ramp, looking at the young female's in the audience and blowing kisses towards them. Johnny walks up to the ladder set on the entrance ramp, and begins to rub it for good luck. Johnny continues on his way down to the ring, and makes it up to the apron, and slides in under the bottom rope. Johnny walks to the closest turnbuckle, and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, and poses for the crowd as camera flashes go off all over the arena.)

Axis: The crowd loves Johnny Dangerous!

Suicide King: Yeah, well, I don't!

(Johnny comes down from the middle rope, as he looks around the crowd, but Spike hits him from behind with an elbow, knocking him into the corner.)

*DING DING DING*

Axis: Spike Jenkins with a cheap shot!

Suicide King: Hey! Spike went through three other matches tonight! I think you can calm yourself if he gets a little cheap shot from behind!

Axis: Do you think before you talk, or do words just magically float out of your mouth?

(Spike pushes Johnny back first into the corner. Spike backs up, before throwing his right leg out for a kick to Johnny's ribs, but Johnny blocks it. Spike goes for a kick with the left leg, but Johnny blocks that also, while walking out of the corner, backing Spike into the middle of the ring. Spike spins around, going for a spinning heel kick, but Johnny ducks it. Spike turns back towards Johnny, and Johnny whips out his right leg, hitting a kick to Spike's ribs. Johnny whips out his left leg, and hits another kick to Spike's ribs. Johnny spins around, going for a spinning heel kick, but Spike ducks under it, but as Spike turns towards Johnny, Johnny gives him a quick kick to the gut, bending him over. Johnny backs up a bit, before unleashing a stiff kick to the face of Spike Jenkins, knocking Spike Jenkins backwards, landing on his back on the mat!)

Axis: What a kick by Johnny Dangerous!

Suicide King: He could have knocked one of Spike's teeth loose!

Axis: I think that was the point King.

Suicide King: That isn't a very good point!

(Johnny looks down at Spike, and looks around the audience and points towards the ladder on the outside, causing the crowd to cheer. Johnny Dangerous jumps through the middle and top rope onto the apron, and jumps down to the floor, and walks over to the ladder. Johnny walks over to the ladder, folding it together, and bringing it over to the ring. Johnny slides it under the bottom rope, and slides in himself. Spike is just getting to his feet, as Johnny lifts the ladder up, and charges towards Spike, going to hit him with the edge of the ladder, but Spike ducks under it. Johnny turns around, swinging the edge of the ladder again at Spike's head, but Spike once again ducks. Johnny fully turns around, as Spike gives him a quick back thrust kick to the ladder, knocking him over with the ladder on top of him. Spike looks around the booing audience, before running into the ropes opposite of Johnny. Spike dives to the ground, does a quick roll, and hops back onto his feet, before leaping into the air, doing a front flip, and landing back first on the ladder that is on top of Johnny!)

Axis: Rolling Thunder on top of the ladder!

Suicide King: Yes, Yes. Spike is going to beat Johnny!

Axis: I don't know yet King. Johnny is still fresh, and Spike Jenkins has gone through three other matches!

Suicide King: Spike can go through twenty matches a night, and will still be fresh.

Axis: I somehow doubt that.

(Both men lay on the mat, with the ladder on top of Johnny. Spike is taking in deep breaths, as he is obviously winded and needs some rest, while Johnny is still stunned from the ladder getting crushed on top of him. After a few minutes of laying there, Johnny pushes the ladder off of him, and starts to roll on top of the ladder, as Spike looks over from where he is laying and sees Johnny getting up. Spike rolls over onto his stomach, and pulls himself up to his feet, as Johnny stands on his knees trying to catch his breath. Spike stumbles over to Johnny, and gives him a swift, stiff kick to the chest, getting a "Ohh" from the crowd. Spike backs up, and walks back over to Johnny, and gives him a second stiff kick to the chest. Spike backs up, and begins to pump himself up as he goes in for the final shot.)

Axis: Spike is currently Zero and Two with the third and final kick tonight.

Suicide King: DON'T JINX HIM!

(Spike walks over to Johnny, and goes for the third and final kick to the face, but Johnny lifts the Ladder up and Spike kicks the ladder, his shin hitting on of the rungs!)

Axis: What a counter by Johnny!

Suicide King: NO!!!

(Spike begins to hop back, holding his shin in pain as he yells and curses at himself. Johnny flips the ladder over onto its far end, so it is close to touching Spike. Spike turns around, and goes to charge at Johnny, but Johnny pushes the ladder under Spike's feet, causing Spike to fall face first on top of the ladder!!!)

Axis: What a smart move by Johnny!

Suicide King: This can't be happening!

(Spike rolls off of the ladder and Johnny rises to his feet. Johnny lifts the ladder off the ground, and drags it to the center of the ring. Johnny lifts the ladder up, unfolding it, and leaving it in the middle of the ring. Johnny walks around to one side of the ladder, and climbs up to the second rung!)

Suicide King: GET UP SPIKE!

Axis: Johnny is about to get to the top of the ladder!

Suicide King: Spike! Get up! You need to win!

Axis: He doesn't need to win.

Suicide King: Yes, he does. He needs to become a living legend!

Axis: Why does he need to be a living legend? Isn't being a SJL Superstar enough?

Suicide King: Of course not.

(Johnny climbs up to the third rung. Johnny climbs up to the fourth rung. Johnny climbs up to the fifth rung! Johnny is reaching up, but is a little short of the Playstation 2! Johnny climbs up to the sixth rung, and reaches for it. He almost has it! But Spike is back on his feet and nails Johnny in the back with a fist. Spike hits Johnny in the back again, and pushes the ladder over to the side!!! The ladder tips over, and it hits the ropes, but Johnny hits the top rope with his foot, and holds the ladder in balance! Johnny pushes off the top rope with his foot, and the ladder tips back to where it was!!!)

Axis: Great balance by the former world champion!

Suicide King: Who cares about balance? We only care about who is going to win. And the winner will be Hollywood!

Axis: How are you so sure?

Suicide King: Because Spike has the drive to win. And with that, he will win.

Axis: But he has wrestled three matches already tonight. He is exhausted.

Suicide King: But he will still win!

(Johnny is still on the ladder as it is back in it's place. Spike walks back over to Johnny, and hits him with another fist to the back. Spike hits another fist, and another one to Johnny's back. Spike walks around the ladder, and begins to climb up the other side of the ladder! Spike climbs up the first four rungs, and climbs up to the fifth and the sixth. Johnny climbs up to the seventh, and reaches up for the Playstation 2, but Spike hits him with a shot to the gut. Spike climbs up to the seventh rung, and the ladder begins to shake. Spike puts his arm between Johnny's legs, and lifts him onto his shoulders, but with Johnny still holding onto the ladder. Spike holds Johnny up in a DVD position on the top of the ladder, but Johnny hits a punch to Spike's ribs. Johnny hits another, and another, forcing Spike to let go of Johnny. Johnny falls back, still hanging onto the ladder, but holds Spike in a reverse DDT position. Johnny holds Spike, and flips over the top of the ladder, in front of Spike, and Johnny goes crashing down ass first to the mat, but still holding onto Spike, as Spike comes down stomach first, his neck landing over Johnny's shoulder!!!!)

Axis: OH MY GOD!

Suicide King: OH MY GOD!

Axis: THE COVER UP OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!! I DON'T BELIEVE THAT JUST HAPPENED!!!

Suicide King: SPIKE!!!!!

Axis: SPIKE JENKINS IS DEAD! HE IS NOT GETTING UP!

Suicide King: SPIKE!!!!

Axis: THAT WAS ONE OF THE MOST INSANE THINGS I HAVE EVER SEEN!!!

Suicide King: SPIKE!!!!

(Spike Jenkins lies on the mat, with his eyes open and breathing, but not moving. Johnny lies on his stomach, taking the effect of landing on his tail bone, trying to get some air into his body. The crowd around the Joe Louis Arena begin chanting "Holy Shit...Holy Shit...Holy Shit" as the referee goes from Spike back to Johnny back to Spike back to Johnny, checking on each of them.)

Axis: I don't believe that we just saw that!!

Suicide King: Oh God No! Spike! Get up!

Axis: I don't think Spike is getting up. But by the looks of things, neither is Johnny Dangerous.

(Both men lie on the mat, trying to get oxygen into their worn out bodies. The ladder seems to be still standing after the Diamond Dust off the top of the ladder. After several minutes of lying on the mat, and the crowd chanting "Holy Shit," the first person to oddly start moving is Spike.)

Axis: How is Spike even moving right now? After three matches and that Cover Up off the top of the ladder, he should be dead.

Suicide King: But he isn't. You want to know why? Because he is the King of the World. He is a Living Legend. After this match is over with, he will prove it, too!

Axis: Right now, Spike has the lead in this match as he is the only one moving.

(Spike begins to crawl over to the opposite side of the ladder that Johnny is on. Spike grabs the first rung, and uses that to pull himself up to the second rung, and Spike gets on his knees while holding the third rung. On the other side of the ring, Johnny begins to wake up, as he pushes himself off the mat, onto his knees. Johnny looks over at Spike, and Johnny walks on his knees to the ladder. Johnny grabs onto the third rung while on his knees, and pulls himself to his feet. Johnny steps up to the second run, as Spike steps up to the third rung. Both Spike and Johnny seem to be climbing up to the top of the ladder, both reaching for the Playstation 2. Spike, is one rung above Johnny, as he is at the sixth rung, and Johnny is at the fifth rung. They both reach up, with the little bit taller Spike tipping the prize. Johnny climbs up to the sixth rung, and him and Spike are both even. They both reach up, as Spike just barely has it, and Johnny still reaching for it, OUT FROM THE CROWD, RUNS DACE NIGHT! The crowd starts cheering as Dace hops over the barricade, and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Dace gets to his feet, and quickly gets under Spike, grabbing Spike by the tights. Spike holds onto the ladder for dear life, as Johnny is now tipping the ladder. Spike holds onto the top rung of the ladder, as he doesn't want to fall, but Dace pulls him off the ladder, driving him into the mat!!)

Axis: DACE NIGHT RAN IN AND POWERBOMBED SPIKE JENKINS OFF THE LADDER!!!!

Suicide King: NOOOOOOO!

(On the ladder, Johnny climbs up to the seventh rung, and the eighth rung, and reaches up, and grabs the Playstation 2 off the ring!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

*DING DING DING*

Funyon: Here is your winner of the ladder match, JOHNNY DANGEROUS!!!!!!

(Johnny throws the Playstation 2 down to the mat, and hops down off the top of the ladder to the mat. Johnny drops to the mat, and slides out under the bottom rope, as the "Mission Impossible 2 theme" starts up over the loud speaker again. Johnny slowly walks to the back, as Dace is still in the ring. Dace steps through the top rope and the middle rope, and begins walking backwards up the ramp, looking on as Spike slowly turns onto his hands and knees, holding the back of his head. Spike looks around, realizing what happened, and turned towards Dace, now standing on his knees. Spike grabs his hair and starts pulling it, while screaming out "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" as Dace just looks on and laughs.)

Suicide King: DAMN YOU DACE!!! YOU COST SPIKE THE CHANCE TO BE A LIVING LEGEND!!!

Axis: Dace only getting some revenge from Metal!

Suicide King: But like that? Spike wrestled in four matches tonight, and because of Dace, HE DIDN'T WIN THE GAUNTLET!! NO!!!!!!

Axis: I'm sure Spike will lay out a challenge to Dace for the SJL PPV and end this madness once and for all!

(Still in the ring, Spike is pulling his hair, screaming at the top of his lungs, as we finally cut to a commercial.)

January 20, 2003

"And now on The Spike Jenkins Show, we have Spike Jenkins doing some very spike things like spiking a football and going to spike the punch. Because all this Spike is making me Spike a SPIKE, SPIKE, SPIKE!"

"King! Snap out of it!" yells Axis as he starts to shake The Suicide King loose from his Spike Jenkins induced haze. "The bad man is gone King! The bad man is gone!"

"I...I...I'm sorry Axis," stammers the Suicide King. "There was just too much Jenkins for even ME to assimilate. I apologize, but he's haunting my dreams and I just keep seeing his face wherever I go!" The Suicide King shakes his head and shivers.

"That's okay, King," says Axis, "I know all of the exposure to Jenkins can be hazardous to your health." He looks gravely into the camera. "All you children at home remember, always eat at least an hour before spending any time watching Spike Jenkins."

"And now I know!"

"And knowing is half the battle."

"What's the other half?"

"Mind-bending violence," continues Axis. "And speaking of mind-bending violence, we are just moments away from some of the best action you people are going to get to see, EVER!" the Australian Announcer hypes. "A titanic tag match between two members of the Magnificent Seven, and the team of 'The Barracuda' Johnny Dangerous and The WildChild. So without further ado...I believe it is time for our ring announcer Funyon to bring you the action. Take it away, Funyon!"

The sartorial savant gleams resplendently in the ring as he readies his microphone. "This next match is a TAG TEAM FEATURE scheduled for one fall!" Funyon booms. "And it is our main event for this evening! Introducing first..."

The fans of Detroit explode with joy as the opening verses of 'The Everlasting Gaze' start to play over the speaker system. Springing through the entranceway, The WildChild is greeted with another tremendous ovation as he looks out to the fans with a large smile. Stepping down the aisle, WildChild slaps hands with the fans in attendance while rocking his head in time with the music. Finally reaching the ring, WildChild takes a run-up and leaps into the ring with a somersault! He rolls to his feet and lifts his arms to the sides, drawing yet another wave of devotion from the Michigan fans.

"He weighs in at 217 pounds and hails from the beautiful Bahamas," continues Funyon. "He is the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Title and is the MASTER of the Wild Ride! This is WILLLLLLLLLLDCHILLLLLLLLLLLLD! And his partner... "

"Johnny Dangerous!"

The lights dim as the crowd once again breaks into a cheer at the thought of their favorite super spy making yet another appearance in the arena. The video wall pulses with displays of Johnny Dangerous taking part in wild and crazy spy activities which are probably all inadmissible in a court of law, interspersed with acts of wrestling action which are also probably inadmissible in a court of law. But the video wall is a poor substitute for the real thing, and the crowd reacts loudly to the real Johnny Dangerous making his way down the aisle way. Hopping into the ring, Johnny climbs up the turnbuckles and motions to the fans to bring the cheers as Funyon continues his announcing duties.

"He comes to us tonight from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighs in at 210 pounds. He is 'THE BARRACUDA' JOHNNNNNNNNY DANGEROUSSSSS!" A ferocious cheer greets Funyon's pronouncement, before the announcer's face turns grave. "And their opponents..."

"I'll take it from here you half witted apple picker!" shrieks a piercing voice.

"Oh, great. It's Tony Hydra," mutters Axis as the Evillest™ ring announcer you know comes through the entrance curtain.

"And their opponents," continues Hydra, "or should I say their slaughterers, really need no introduction." The personal announcer of The World Champion scowls at the jeering fans. "They weigh in at a total combined weight of 369 PULSE POUNDING POUNDS of elite wrestling action! They represent the very best this or any other sport has to offer! They are The SJL World Heavyweight Champion 'The Emperor' Ejiro Fasaki and Fugue...allow ME to present to YOU...THE MAGNIFICENT SEVENNNNNN!"

HERE WE ARE...BORN TO BE KINGS...WE ARE THE PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE...

YEAH!

The crowd's disposition immediately changes to rabid anger as the two most despised men in the federation come forth from behind the curtain. With his bolt cutters tossed over his shoulder, Fugue smiles directly at the ring, eyes lingering on the scar that mars the jaw of Johnny Dangerous. Ejiro merely looks at WildChild as though someone had allowed a transient into the ring. Slowly but surely, both M7 members make their way down the aisle with Tony Hydra directly behind them. Pulling off their coats as they go, The Magnificent Seven look to each other and break into a brief huddle as they go over last minute strategy together. But there are no time outs in wrestling! And WildChild proves that fact as he hits the ropes and crashes down across all three of his foes with an astounding corkscrew body press! The heels go tumbling to the arena floor as WildChild easily rolls back up to his feet and gives a shout out to the crowd as Johnny Dangerous looks on with a grin. Climbing up to the top rope, 'The Barracuda' takes a bead on his foes as WildChild grabs a hold of Ejiro and slams him into the guardrail to the applause of the fans. The Superspy jumps off the top rope and comes crashing down across Hydra and Fugue as WildChild tosses Ejiro back into the ring.

"Wow!" exclaims Axis. "These members of Wild and Dangerous Nights are putting it all on the line tonight! They're not allowing Fasaki and Fugue a SECOND to get themselves together!"

"How can the referee even ALLOW this!" yells The King. "Ejiro and Fugue need to have a chance to get in the ring and warm up properly. These two punks aren't following the rules at ALL!"

Tossing Ejiro into the ropes, WildChild takes to the air and strikes Fasaki in the chest with a whirling elbow that sends the world champion falling to the canvas, as the bell finally rings to start the match. Meanwhile, Johnny Dangerous continues his assault on the floor. Taking the Musician by the hair, Johnny jams his face into the side of the ring post and sends Fugue crashing to the floor in a heap. Leaving his foe on the floor, Johnny is pushed back to his corner by referee Sexton Hardcastle, who is determined to restore some kind of order. Behind the ref's back, WildChild continues to blast Ejiro with a series of right hands to the head. Backing The Emperor against the ropes, WildChild rears back and nearly collapses Fasaki's chest with a devastating knife-edge chop. Sending Ejiro into the ropes once more, WildChild takes to the air and catches Ejiro on the rebound with a leaping leg lariat right across the sternum. Waiting for Ejiro to rise, WildChild once again springs into the air, and once again sends Ejiro to the canvas with an amazingly high dropkick. Rolling on the canvas, Ejiro attempts to get somewhere near his corner, but WildChild will not allow him that luxury and quickly pulls Fasaki back to a standing position. Sending Ejiro back to Dangerous' corner, WildChild charges forward and mashes Ejiro into the turnbuckle with an avalanche. Reaching out, WildChild makes the tag to the Super Spy. Stepping into the ring, Johnny joins WildChild in slapping a double headlock on the World Champion before both men get a running start and drive Ejiro into the canvas with a stunning double bulldog headlock!

"What a great move by WildChild and Dangerous!" remarks Axis. "Both of these two teams came prepared and ready to do battle here tonight!"

"You know it, Axis," the King avers. "These are not two mongrel, thrown-together teams facing off. The Magnificent Seven and WildChild & Dangerous have been training together for quite some time now. I expect to see some great continuity from both teams," says the Suicide King.

As Ejiro bounces off the canvas, Dangerous plans out his next move. Taking Fasaki off the mat, Johnny smashes his right hand directly into the face of his opponent with measured precision. Pulling Fasaki off the canvas, 'The Barracuda' sets The World Champion up by sending him into the ropes for a clothesline. Ducking underneath, Fasaki hopes for some breathing room but gets none as Dangerous swings his leg around like an axe and crushes Fasaki underneath a brilliant spin wheel kick, sending the World Champion to the canvas. Dropping down, Johnny hooks a leg as Hardcastle counts...

ONE!

TWO!

THNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAANOOOOOO!

Fasaki pulls his shoulder off the canvas as the referee's hand races down for the third count. Not upset by this in the least, Dangerous picks Ejiro up and quickly wraps Fasaki up in a loose fitting front facelock in preparation for a DDT. But Ejiro is not about to stay in that position for long and quickly pushes Dangerous back into the Magnificent Seven's corner with a hard shoulder. Reaching over the ropes, Fugue tags Ejiro's back as the World Champion continues to bury his shoulder into Johnny's ribs again and again. Fugue slips into the ring and takes a deliberate shot at Dangerous' jaw with a hard right hand. Stepping through the ropes to the outside, Ejiro enjoys his first breather of the match as Fugue blasts Dangerous back with a high palm thrust uppercut to the jaw that sends him rocking back on his heels. Pulling Dangerous away from the corner, Fugue shoots the spy into the ropes and catches him with an back elbow to the face--once again, Dangerous falls to the canvas clutching his jaw. Fugue quickly hits the ropes once more and drives a forearm down across Johnny's chin.

"You can obviously tell where Fugue is going to be targeting Johnny Dangerous here," remarks Axis.

"Hell, yes!" adds the Suicide King. "When you have an advantage over someone as dangerous as, uh, Dangerous, you had better use it to the fullest. Because you're not just going to cake walk all over him--That's not going to happen."

Pulling Johnny off the canvas, Fugue sends 'The Barracuda' across the ring and into a neutral corner with an Irish whip before quickly charging forward and crushing him with a charging dropkick to the chest. Quickly trying to capitalize, Fugue lowers his body and pushes Johnny up and onto the middle rope. Sending a darting blow up and into the face of his opponent, Fugue causes Johnny to rock back on the turnbuckle as the musician turns his back and places his arms underneath Johnny's arms. But Dangerous is not about to go over that easily, shaking loose from Fugue's grasp and slamming his forearm down across the Music Man's chest again and again in rapid succession. Quickly wrapping an arm around Fugue's head, Johnny propels himself off the turnbuckle and slams the back of Fugue's skull into the canvas with a reverse Tornado DDT. With Fugue down on the mat, Johnny rolls over to his corner and makes the tag to the fresh WildChild!

"Dangerous fights out of the Iconoclasm and makes the tag!" says Axis. "But you have to wonder if his jaw is going to be able to hold up underneath the punishment Fugue is sure to dish out in The Ultimate Fight match. Coming soon, live on Pay Per View!"

"Shill a little more, why don't you?" states the King. "No, seriously, shill some more. I DO run this company, after all."

WildChild leaps over the ropes and knocks the woozy Musician back down to the canvas with a hard side kick to the chest! Getting a head of steam, WildChild hits the ropes for momentum and comes back to catch the rising Fugue once again across the head with a hard flying forearm. Shaking his own arm after blasting Fugue with so much power, WildChild looks up to the top rope in anticipation. But first, he knocks Ejiro right off the apron with a running punch to the head!

"That was TOTALLY unnecessary!" the King snaps. "Fasaki wasn't doing anything on that apron but looking for the tag! That WildChild is just such a freaking cheater!" Axis tries (unsuccessfully) to stifle a snort of derision.

Turning back to Fugue, WildChild quickly scales to the top rope as the musician struggles to get back up to his feet. Waiting for his moment, WildChild tosses himself into the air and does a complete forward flip before smashing into the chest of his opponent with a shooting star missile dropkick! Rolling on top of the stunned Magnificent Seven member, WildChild hooks a leg...

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEHHHHHHHHNOOOOOOOO!

Fasaki makes the save by diving into the ring and dropping a forearm across the back of his arch rival! Sliding right out of the ring, Ejiro simply raises his arms as Hardcastle warns him about the illegal interference. Meanwhile, WildChild keeps his attention on Fugue. Pulling the Magnificent Seven member slightly off the canvas, WildChild pushes him down and onto the bottom rope and steps on his throat, the fans getting up to their feet in anticipation. Hopping off the struggling Fugue's neck at the count of four, WildChild glances out at the people and runs the ropes for the deadly kick--but Fugue slips to one side, dodging the blow! Revolving completely around the ropes without making any contact, WildChild appears mildly confused for just a second before getting decked from an unexpected direction!

"Ejiro Fasaki just ran down the apron and clocked WildChild from outside the confines of the ring with a running elbow!" gasps Axis. "What a cheap shot that was!"

"Oh, screw you Axis," counters the Suicide King. "WildChild took a shot at Ejiro first. Is Ejiro not human?" The commentator stretches his hand forth in oratorical style. "If you prick him, does he not bleed?"

"I don't think I want to hear anymore about pricks and making Ejiro bleed."

With WildChild down for the moment, Fugue quickly makes his way over to his corner and tags in the World Champion. Stepping through the ropes, Fasaki immediately goes to work on his opposition with a clubbing blow to the back of the head. Straddling Ejiro from behind, Fasaki immediately slams a series of cross faces down across the face of the wounded Bahamas Bomber, continuing the attack to WildChild's head and shoulders that he began on the last episode of Metal. Quickly reaching down and tightening his body scissors, Ejiro pulls WildChild over with a choke sleeper as the Wild One battles for his next breath. Wrenching and pulling at WildChild's head and neck, Ejiro screams out in rage as the referee checks in for the submission. But instead of quitting, WildChild presses his body as flat against the mat as he can--pinning Ejiro's shoulders to the mat! Noticing this, Hardcastle drops down and counts...

ONE!

TWO!

TH--NO!

Holding on as long as he dared, Ejiro finally releases the sleeper and pushes WildChild off and onto the mat. Coughing for breath, WildChild quickly pulls himself up while Ejiro ruthlessly stays on him with a series of short elbow shots to the head. Trying to stay aggressive while still allowing Fugue enough time to get his wind together, the Emperor swings his leg back and forth like a machete, the Emperor carves into WildChild with a series of sweeping kicks to the chest. Wildchild grabs at the ropes and the referee calls for a break. Stepping back, Fasaki quickly shares a word or two with Fugue before bringing the wounded WildChild back into the Magnificent Seven's corner. Reaching out, Fasaki tags in his partner before pulling WildChild out of the corner. Hooking WildChild up in position for the Russian legsweep, Fasaki pulls WildChild back just as Fugue takes out WildChild's free leg with a low sweeping kick to the back of the calf. Ejiro quickly rolls out of the ring as Fugue goes to work on the wounded warrior. Grabbing the top rope, Fugue uses the momentum of the ropes to stomp a mud hole in the enemy of his faction.

"And now is when WildChild will be in real trouble," remarks Axis. "The Magnificent Seven have got him down and winded. They will not take any chances. They will not take any high risks. They will simply grind WildChild down using whatever simple and effective tactics they can. WildChild is going to have to make his own breaks if he is going to want to get out of this predicament!"

Pulling WildChild off the canvas by the braids, Fugue quickly darts behind the Bahamas Bomber and locks on a full nelson. Pressing down on the hold, Fugue presses WildChild all the way down to the mat and onto his face. Locking his fingers, Fugue propels himself over the top and bridges over with the move called by some the Cattle Mutilation, but to the fans of Fugue it can only be called the 'Major Chord.' Bridging against WildChild's neck, Fugue continuously exerts the pressure needed as WildChild starts to fade while trapped under Fugue's weight. Hardcastle continues to check in with WildChild as he yells out in a constant gurgle of pain. The referee finally begins to lift Wildchild's hands up to see if he is unconscious...But Johnny Dangerous is not about to just let his partner hang out to dry. Quickly stepping into the ring before Fasaki can cut him off, Dangerous dropkicks Fugue right in the side of the ribs and breaks the bridge that was causing WildChild so much pain.

"Dangerous breaks up the Major Chord!" Axis cries. "But--uhoh, Sexton Hardcastle doesn't like that one bit!"

Indeed, the referee pounces forward and pushes Johnny back to his corner. The Spy goes quietly--until he sees Ejiro slip into the ring, both Magnificent Seven members dealing deadly kicks to the fallen WildChild! Dangerous yells at the ref along with the thousands of Detroit fans, but Hardcastle stands firm and pushes Johnny back to his corner! Finally the spy returns to his corner with ill grace. The referee turns back to see Fugue slipping out of the ring, leaving Ejiro in the ring with the Wild One. Both M7 members protest that there was in fact a tag.

"I don't believe this!" Axis rages. "This disgusting 'Magnificent Seven' pair is showing a BLATANT disregard for the rules!"

"Ha!" crows the King. "Of course they are! They learned well, and I'm proud of them!"

Ejiro catches WildChild's wrist and twists it brutally, drawing a grimace from his opponent. He wraps the arm up behind WildChild's back in a chicken wing, slamming elbows onto WildChild's neck with precise efficiency. The World Champion steers the pair into the M7 corner, where Fugue reaches in to take a few choice shots to WildChild's face, the audience letting out groans of dismay with each one. The referee quickly intervenes, however, and Fugue raises his arms in a protest of innocence. Johnny Dangerous, growing more and more incensed, finally steps through the ropes to a huge roar from the crowd--but once again Sexton Hardcastle spies him and runs over to check him! The fans boo tremendously as Fugue bends down to step through the ropes--but WildChild LASHES OUT with a kick and knocks Fugue completely off the apron! He then twists and elbows Ejiro, stunning him momentarily. The Wild One unwraps himself from the arm hold and pulls Ejiro over, sending the champion down on his back. He looks back and forth to the cheering crowd, then makes a short run and bounces off the ropes, flipping backward and landing hard onto Ejiro's stomach!

"WildChild breaks out of the chickenwing and fights back with a moonsault!" Axis exclaims. "This is the time for him to rally and get Johnny back into this match!"

"Just you wait, Axis!" the King chuckles. "The M7 have everything in place to take control of this match again!"

While WildChild stands up, shaking his head to get to his senses, both M7 members are recovering. Ejiro pushes himself up while Fugue climbs onto the apron again. Johnny reaches into the ring and yells at his partner, but WildChild shakes his head and squares off against the World Champion again. While the ref is distracted with Johnny Dangerous, Fugue takes the opportunity to pull at the turnbuckle in the M7 corner.

"Uhoh, Fugue's going for the turnbuckle cover!" Axis cries. "Is he hoping to expose that hard metal?"

"Well, let me put it this way, Axis," the King replies. "DUH!"

WildChild suddenly grabs the groggy Ejiro and whips him into the ropes near the M7 corner. Charging forward, WildChild leaps up, grabbing Ejiro's head--but Fugue grabs Ejiro from the apron, keeping him tight against the ropes! Unable to throw Ejiro, WildChild loses his balance, and the World Champion takes control to SLAM WildChild down onto his back!

"WildChild misses the Freefall!!" Axis yells.

"What'd I just tell you, Axis!" the King yells back.

Ejiro quickly hauls WildChild up to his feet and stuns him with a quick elbow. Then he yanks on the Wild One's arm, whipping him hard into the corner--and WildChild slams back-first into the exposed turnbuckle! The fans groan loudly, but quickly cheer as the wounded warrior fights back, kneeing Ejiro and then whipping his leg up to knock the World Champion down! Then WildChild turns to catch his breath--and Fugue grabs him by the head and leaps off the apron, yanking WildChild's head straight into the exposed metal! WildChild slumps back against the turnbuckle and Ejiro continues the assault with a running knee to the face!

"My god!" Axis exclaims. "Ejiro and Fugue are brutalizing WildChild with that exposed turnbuckle!"

"Of course they are!" the King replies. "That's what it's there for, after all!"

Ejiro tags Fugue in, and the musician returns to continue the punishment. Fugue pulls WildChild up again and slips around to punch him in the kidneys. While the Bahamas Bomber reels, Fugue returns to Ejiro's chicken wing hold, wrapping WildChild's arm up tightly. The musician then hooks WildChild's leg and slams him down forward to the mat. Fugue stands up and looks down at his fallen opponent, shooting a grin at his partner.

"Well, it looks like the M7 have this match well in hand!" Axis snaps. "Those--those cheating--"

"Easy there, Axis," the King chuckles. "But...wait a sec, what's--"

WildChild pushes himself up, staring down at the mat. A camera zooms in for a closeup, showing his caramel-colored skin broken open, blood streaming down his face to land with gentle patters on the mat. WildChild staggers to his feet, raises his arms and SCREAMS to the heavens! Fugue, Ejiro AND Johnny Dangerous all look on in surprise at the gruesome figure.

"Oh my GOD!" Axis cries. "We've seen this before--WildChild's gone BERSERK!"

Fugue quickly runs the ropes and charges back toward his opponent, slamming shoulder-first into WildChild. The Wild One staggers, but suddenly spins to slam his leg into Fugue's chest! WildChild then catches Fugue's arm and whips him downward, throwing him to the mat. As the musician tries to recover, WildChild hoists him up into the air and tosses Fugue down onto his shoulders! At this point Ejiro runs in but is floored but another hard leg lariat. The crowd screams uncontrollably as WildChild shoves Fugue bodily into his corner, ramming his shoulder into Fugue's chest...

...AND JOHNNY DANGEROUS REACHES IN TO TAG WILDCHILD!

"That's IT! Johnny makes the TAG!" Axis shrieks as the spy slips in to add to the assault on Fugue. As the referee tries valiantly to recover order, Ejiro rushes forward and leaps up in a dropkick to WildChild's back! The Bahamas Bomber is shoved forward, but shrugs it off and turns to catch the surprised Ejiro in a headlock. He leaps forward and lands hard on the mat, both men crashing into the unforgiving canvas. Ejiro rolls away desperately, sliding out of the ring, and WildChild pursues quickly. Meanwhile, Fugue tries to slip out as well but Johnny Dangerous catches his arm, hauling him back into the center of the ring!

"WildChild slams Ejiro with a bulldog!" Axis yells. "But Fugue and Dangerous are the legal men!"

"Come on, Fugue! This is the big chance!" the King cries.

The two warriors square off in the ring, the crowd on their feet around them and screaming themselves hoarse. Fugue pounces forward and grabs a headlock, steering Johnny around the ring--but the spy elbows Fugue in the stomach, then ducks down and pulls Fugue onto his shoulders! A step of runup and the two men flip completely over, landing on their back with Johnny on top!

"Johnny takes control with the reverse Samoan drop!" Axis narrates.

"Ohhhh, that's Fugue's move!" the King cries. "You shouldn't have done that, Johnny!"

Johnny grins at the audience and pulls Fugue up again, bending him backwards and grabbing another headlock. He pulls the musician towards the nearby M7 corner, the crowd's acclaim building to a peak...

"Johnny's going for the COVER UP!" Axis yells. "He's gotta be! This is IT!"

Fugue struggles, scrabbling at the mat with his feet, then finds purchase and shoves Johnny backward...

...RIGHT INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!

A gasp from the crowd as Johnny spasms in pain! Fugue slithers out of the hold and slips behind Johnny, locking his arms around the spy's in a punishing double chickenwing! Then he suddenly tenses his body and hauls Johnny upward and back, both men CRASHING down to the mat!

"TIGER SUPLEX!" Axis froths. "Fugue hits a TIGER SUPLEX!"

"That's it!" the King cries. "Watch this!"

Fugue pulls Johnny up, keeping the hold LOCKED in! He pulls Johnny up again, slamming him down on his tailbone! And finally, in a move all the fans know and dread, Fugue flips over into a bridge!

"HARMONY!" Axis yells. "The Coda and Harmony!"

"That's it!" the King adds. "Tap, Johnny, TAP!"

Johnny struggles, the referee bending down to watch him...Fugue keeps the pressure on brutally! WildChild and Ejiro fight outside the ring...

...and the referee CALLS FOR THE BELL!

DINGINGING!

"Your winners!" sneers Tony Hydra, shoving Funyon away. "THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN!"

"I told you that was it!" the King cackles. "No one gets out of Harmony!"

"What a brutal match!" Axis cries, as Fugue quickly disengages from Johnny and the two M7 members make their escape. "Could this be a preview of the Ultimate Fight? You'll just have to watch it here, LIVE!"

January 20, 2003

"What a match!" exclaims Axis as the bodies of Johnny Dangerous, The WildChild, Ejiro Fasaki, and Fugue stagger about the ring in a dazed state after their hard fought contest. “You can just see what a toll this match took on them here tonight, and you have to ask King, what sort of impact will this match have on the upcoming pay-per-view?”

“I think the bigger question is what kind of impact is Janus going to cause RIGHT NOW!”

Running from the entranceway all the way down to the ring the monstrous, animalistic European Champion quickly slides right into the center of the ring and clobbers Johnny Dangerous from behind with a mammoth forearm to the back of the head! The super spy crumbles under the blow as Janus continues to hammer away with a series of kicks to the head.

“What the hell is Janus even doing out here?” questions Axis.

“I think that one is pretty obvious, Axis. He’s out to bury WildChild and Johnny Dangerous once and for all!”

But WildChild is not about to let himself get covered with dirt just yet as he quickly goes on the attack with a huge punch to the top of the towering Janus’ head. Another big right hand rocks Janus back against the ropes as WildChild quickly propels himself into the opposite side of the ring for more momentum. But on the rebound, WildChild runs right into the huge boot of the towering terror!

“God damn it!” yells Axis, “You know Dangerous and WildChild would not be in this kind of trouble if they had not just been in such a grueling encounter with Fugue and Fasaki. But Janus is not going to be giving them any opportunity to catch their breaths.”

As Janus stomps away with a furious aggression on WildChild, Fugue and Fasaki both work over Dangerous while pulling the spy up to his feet. Getting the attention of the monster Janus, Fugue pushes the staggered Johnny right into the vice like grip of the giant. Squeezing Johnny’s throat, Janus holds onto him tightly as Ejiro pulls WildChild up off the canvas and also passes him to the Hell Machine’s iron grip. Looking out to the people with a scowl the size of Australia, Janus jerks both WildChild and Dangerous off the mat and slams them to the canvas with a HUGE double chokeslam. And while Janus looks on with glee, Ejiro and Fugue go to work on their respective enemies. Both mount a foe and driving undefended right hands into the faces of WildChild and Dangerous as Axis has to wonder…

“And where is Dace Night right now? His partners are getting creamed out here and he’s nowhere to be found!”

“What could he do anyway? It would be three on one. He’s better off just staying backstage and counting his scars…”

“OH NO HE ISN’T!!!”

Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom.

“HERE COMES DACE NIGHT AND HE’S GOT A WEED WHACKER!”

“Holy shit! RUN GUYS! RUN!!!”

With the weapon raised high above his head, Dace Night comes sprinting down the aisle as Ejiro Fasaki and Fugue quickly bail out of the ring. Even Janus steps back at the sight of the hardcore head-dropping freak armed with a whirling weed trimmer. And as Dace slides into the ring with vengeance on his mind, even the monster is not about to stand there and go toe-to-toe. Ducking low, Janus steps out of the ring just in time to avoid a wild swing with the blade of the weed whacker. Pointing at the members of The Magnificent Seven, Dace Night dares them to come on, but the cowardly faction wants nothing to do with Night and his friend at the moment and do nothing but swear vengeance on all of their enemies.

“What a wild ending to a wild night! We are out of time fans… join us on Pay-Per-View when we see what happens next! For the Suicide King, this is Axis, saying goodnight everybody!”

January 20, 2003

RESULTS:

Results? You want results? Tell you what... I'm going to steal one of King's tricks, and not post any! Read the show if you wanna know what happened, kids!

This tactic increases comments! It's not just because I'm lazy, no sir!

SJL Wrath - January 19th, 2003!

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