SJL Crimson!!!

February 28, 2003

SJL CRIMSON – February 27th, 2003~!

DUE DATE: February 27th, 2003 or 2004 (if you no-show, then you have to turn in a completed match next year) @ 5pm EST

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Location: The SJL returns from a World Tour, and are settling right back down into the US at the GUND ARENA, in Cleveland, Ohio! (Y)ness

SJL TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT – CONTINUED, SEMIFINALS~!

Again, standard matches, the Word Limits are all 3000… fuck it, we’ll give you a little extra wordage, and bump it to 3500!

TOURNAMENT MATCH

-Tryst VS Fosta-

Description: Wow, both of these guys picked up wins on Wrath, advancing in the TV Title Tourney. Now they fight, Wow.

Send To: realitycheck

TOURNAMENT MATCH

-Omega Storm VS Christian Blackwell-

Description: Omega Storm (finally) got a win on Wrath, while meanwhile, Christian beat Grand Slam’s lackey in what could even be considered an ever-so slight upset! Now they duke it out, to see who can make it to the Tournament Finals. (Y)

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N00B FOUR COURNERS NO-DQ MATCH

-Terry Wayne VS David Blazenwing VS Geddion VS Quiet Death-

Description: Three of these men lost their chances at the Television Title on Wrath… the fourth is a newbie. Tonight, they go at it to see who is the supreme n00b! Any of these men could win, and if Quiet Death did, it’d be quite the upset.

Rules: All four men in the ring at once, first to get a pinfall or submission wins. DQ and Count-Out are NOT in effect.

Word Limit: 4000

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SINGLES MATCH

-Aecas VS Aaron Carpenter-

Description: Both men lost on Wrath via no-show, and I’m sure they’re just terribly angry now. Let’s have them take out their anger on eachother! Can Grand Slam’s student prove himself tonight, or will Aecas show us what he’s really made of? Find out… eventually!

Rules: Standard Match, if you no-show this, then you DIE.

Word Limit: 3700

Send To: 5_moves_of_doom

SINGLES MATCH

-Va’aiga VS Thor-

Description: Va’aiga came out on Wrath with a win, showing us quite the impressive debut. Of course, Thor thought he was cheated, so the commish is giving him a second chance to put the Maori down! Will the self-proclaimed God of thunder pick up the win, and make bumping him up the card something to wonder? Or will he encounter the big “L” as he’s such a big fucking blunder…-er? Find out on Crimson!

Rules: Standard match, actual thunder or lightening is not aloud.

Word Limit: 3969

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NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH

-“Hollywood” Spike Jenkins VS Sean Atlas-

Description: Atlas is at the top of his game right now and is slowly rising even higher, while Spike is also at his prime, slowly fading out a bit it seems. If Sean wins, he could see himself up in the Main Event pretty soon, tearing it up. If Hollywood can pull out the win against the European Champ, then he’ll solidify his top-of-the-card role, and make people stop questioning his “greatness.” This should be closer than one would think, as though Hollywood is supposedly higher up the card, Sean just beat both he and Matt Myers, two solid Main Eventers, on Wrath.

Rules: Standard, how boring.

Word Limit: 4692

Send To: Tod deK--… no, just kidding, realitycheck

PERFECT CHALLENGE MATCH

-Matt Myers VS Crow-

Description: Matt’s a huge face. Crow’s a huge heel. They’ve both lost a bit recently… so here, they’ll take part in a brutal brawl to see who could very well get back on top of their game! You fuckers better show up for this and respect Neilsen and Bo, who both participated in the ORIGINAL Perfect Challenge Match.

Rules: This is a perfect challenge match, in memory of Perfect Bo, who suffered a bad heart attack a week ago. First fall is standard. Second fall is hardcore rules. Third fall, if necessary (which it will be, duh) is a tables match! First to score two falls wins. Should be horrorshow, lots of ultra-violence in these two’s gullivers. If you guys need some inspiration, the original has been posted on the website as a "From the Vault" match.

Word Limit: 5555, 5-o-mania!

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MAAAAAAAIN EVENT! CANADIAN DEATH FOR THE SJL WORLD TITLE!!!

-MVS VS Janus-

Description: Janus is the #1 Contender… MVS is the World Champion… tonight, they fight for the gold! And with quite the interesting stip, to boot. Can MVS take down the big man or will he learn so much, and then job?

Rules: Used for Breggen/MacPhisto last year in the WF, this is a Canadian Deathmatch! Neither of these guys are Canadian… but they can improvise! The rules are as follows: a wrestler can only win once his pinfall count tallies up to 10. In other words, if MVS made two pin attempts on Janus, and each got him a 2-count, he’d have a total of 4 “points,” so far. First to 10 wins! A little iffy to write, but if done correctly, this should be a doozey, and I trust you guys to churn out some gold.

Word Limit: 6001, Extra Word

Send To: TheBostonStrangler

CORRECTION ON THE ME:

Penaltybox2001: TNT, you made a mistake with the Canadian Deathmatch.

Auto response from Oakly777:

Dinner + Improvisation = Cereal and Toast

Penaltybox2001: You have to get a minimum of 3 counts for anything to count.

LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

February 28, 2003

** POP POP **

** BOOM BOOM **

** KAZOOM KAZOOM **

******** EXPLOSION! **********

(Pyro flies all over the arena, as the camera opens up, welcoming everyone to SJL Crimson! The camera pans around the arena and the fans holding their signs, before cutting down to The Suicide King, and Axis!)

Axis: Welcome to SJL CRIMSON!

Suicide King: Yeah, welcome...

Axis: We are here live at the Gund Arena, in Cleveland, Ohio!

Suicide King: Yes, we are back from the SJL World Tour! Thank GOD!

Axis: You know you enjoyed yourself.

Suicide King: Are you kidding? The taco's in Mexico made me sick!

Axis: Anyway...We have a big card for you tonight! For the SJL World Title, in a Canadian Death Match! Janus taking on, current champion, Mike Van Siclen! Matt Myers taking on Crow in a Perfect Challenge match, in the honor of the late Perfect Bo! And we continue with the SJL Television Title Tournament! Up first, we have a second round match in that tournament, between Tryst and Fosta....

(Before Axis can finish his announcement, the opening riff of "King of Your Own World" by Smugface blasts over the loud speaker, putting a pause in the crowd.)

Axis: What the hell? He isn't supposed to be out here now!

Suicide King: We are going to be in the presence of The King of the World!

(Out from behind the entrance curtain, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins walks out, wearing a leather jacket, and his street clothes, he walks down the ring, paying no attention to the fans, with a serious look on his face.)

Axis: This is strange...

Suicide King: What? That Spike is out here?

Axis: No. Look at him. He isn't acting like the cocky, normal Spike that we all know. He didn't even pose with his pyro!

Suicide King: Yes, that is strange...

(Spike walks up to the ring, with a purpose, as he jumps up onto the ring apron, and steps through the middle and top rope. Instead of doing his normal posing, he walks across the ring towards the time keeper, where he asks for a mic. Funyon quietly hands him one, and he begins to walk towards the center of the ring, occasionally turning around, and taking a few steps back, before turning around, and continuing his walk. He turns towards the camera, as he lifts the mic up to his mouth, and prepares to begin to state his reason for being out here.)

HSJ: I'm not supposed to be out here, right now. But do I look like I care? No. Why? Because I have something to get off my chest. About a month or so a go, me and a few other workers were said to be the next big thing in the SJL. In fact, I'll tell you. It was four of us. You got Me, Dace Night...

(The crowd pops at the sound of the Prince of Horrocore's name.)

HSJ: Janus, and Crow.

(The crowd wakes up, and begins to boo the names of Janus and Crow, and at Spike Jenkins who is in front of them.)

HSJ: We were destined to be the top guys in the SJL. We were all expected to take the ball, and run with it. But something happened over the past month. I don't know what happened, but something happened. I'm always at the shows. I was even in Russia when I wasn't booked. But I look at the main events, and it always involves Janus, Crow, Dace Night, or the luckiest man on the earth today, Mike Van Siclen. And that's fine. Between Janus, Crow, and Dace, I respect each man to the fullest. How can you not after all the battles I went through with them?

(Spike pauses to catch his breath, as some of the crowd boos him, and the rest wait in anticipation, on what he is going to say next.)

HSJ: But after looking back over the past month, and looking at where I am being booked. I realized, that I WASN'T EVEN HANDED THE DAMN BALL!

Axis: Where is this getting at?

Suicide King: If you be quiet, then you will know.

HSJ: Look at me. Look at my match tonight! Sean Atlas? THE EUROPEAN CHAMPION? Do I care about the European title? No! The only title I care about, is around the waist of someone WHO CAN'T BEAT ME! Mike Van Siclen. I beat him TWICE! But do you see me getting title shots? No! Do you see me being booked in number one contender matches? No! Why is that? I really want to know!

(The crowd continues booing the self proclaimed King of the World, as he walks around the ring, as if expecting an answer from the fans.)

HSJ: I'll tell you why. Because I'm not a <censored> kiss ass. I'm not in the back, making friends with the bookers, so you know what happens? I get booked against Matt Myers! I get booked against Sean Atlas! But you know what? <censored> the bookers! Every last one of them! From now on, the career of "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins is in the hands of "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins! I will not sit back, and watch my future go down the toilet, because some of the markers favor Mike Van Siclen or Janus over me! Starting tonight, you will be seeing a NEW Spike Jenkins. One that will stop at nothing to get what he wants. And that is the SJL World Title! Mike Van Siclen, or Janus. Whoever wins tonight. Make sure you remember this face. Because this is the face that will take that damn title off of you!

(Spike tosses the mic on the mat, and gives one last look around the audience, before stepping through the ropes to the floor, and begins making his way to the back.)

Axis: What was that all about?

Suicide King: Spike Jenkins is angry. And he is willing to take his anger and frustration out on anybody in his path!

Axis: A very determined, and angry young man, who is out for one thing, and that's himself!

(The screen begins to fade out on Axis and Suicide King, as SJL Crimson goes to a commercial.)

February 28, 2003

We return from a break to a screen split four ways. In the top left square; Fosta. The top right; Tryst… he insisted in being in the “right” square. The bottom two; two very intrigued men in Omega Storm and Christian Blackwell watching separate television screens in different rooms.

Axis begins to speak over the top of the various reactions to the four men on the Smarktron.

“The four remaining men in the Television Title Tournament. Two of these men are about to wrestle for a spot in the final. The winner will win his first title ever in his Smarks' Junior League career.”

“Loco” by Coal Chamber thumps through the heads of the fans and induces a loud drone from them in the thousands. Fosta comes sneaking through the curtains with a face full of confidence and determination.

“Fosta seems to have found his footing here in the SJL now King, with two straight wins notched in his club.” Suggests Axis.

“You’re right Axis, and tonight he’s up against a man that has defeated him already. That will be a strong motivational source for Fosta, if the TV Title isn’t enough.”

He rolls under the bottom rope, and continues to stretch and warm up, reacting to the fans with nothing more than a middle finger.

A green hue covers the arena as if it is in the middle of a forest itself, and Tryst pops out to a huge reaction with the obscure words of Serj behind him.

“Here he is! The man from Sherwood Forest!” Yells Axis with the excitement of a schoolgirl at a Backstreet Boys concert “Will his successful run continue, and lead him to the Television Title?”

Tryst rolls under the ropes, and stands to face the fans with a wide grin and open arms. The fans cheer hopelessly for the young highflier, and he turns to Fosta who gives him a huge slap across the face, nearly sending him to the mat. The fans are livid already.

“What a cheap shot!”

“Maybe Tryst should stop jumping around like a fool, wasting Fosta’s time.”

The referee quickly separates the two, and Tryst is wound up. Fosta, on the other hand, stands with his characteristic smile while the ref all but disqualifies him. He ignores the referee, never taking his eyes off his opponent while the crowd around him is in uproar. The referee signals for the bell to be rung.

DING DING DING!

The two are both eager to lock up. Fosta moves swiftly into a hammerlock, that Tryst is equally as quick to turn into his own. Fosta grabs Tryst around the neck and gets a side headlock after two elbows didn’t make contact, and works it to the mat. Tryst manages to pull his head out from the headlock, and after some scrambling for a hold by both men, Fosta manages to grab a front face lock, while on one knee. He pulls himself and Tryst to their feet, and suplexes Tryst by his neck.

“Fosta overpowering Tryst early on, with a rough looking suplex, King.”

“He’s just playing with him.”

Both are quick to their feet, and Tryst quickly grabs a headlock. Fosta manages to throw Tryst to his back with a sloppy northern lights, but Tryst manages to grab another headlock once they land; a reverse front facelock, with both men on the mat. Fosta reaches with his legs, and manages to find a head scissors, forcing Tryst to squirm for the ropes in panic. He finds them quickly. Again both are to their feet to an appreciative applause from the crowd.

“Tryst seems a little frustrated with this, King.”

“This idiot is being outwrestled. He just wants to leap around like a ten year old after a glass of undiluted red cordial.”

The two lock up a third time, and again Fosta beats Tryst to the punch, grabbing him in a side headlock and throwing him over his hip to his back. But he keeps the headlock on. Tryst tries to fight the grip for a moment, but finds a counter, wrapping his legs around Fosta’s head, and looking for a headscissors. Fosta quickly rolls out of it however, but finds himself in a front facelock as both men climb to their feet. Fosta is whipped across the ring. He hits the ropes, and returns to duck a jumping Tryst. He reads the Thesz press, but doesn’t read the explosive dropkick on his way back that lights up the crowd. Fosta frantically bounces to his feet to catch a running forearm that sends him to the outside.

“Tryst has these fans on their feet! After a string of holds, they’ve come to life after that flipping dropkick and forearm!” Cries Axis.

“Tryst is gonna fly!”

Tryst throws himself through the ropes to hit Fosta with a suicide dive. He landed on his feet after tumbling outside from the forearm, but Fosta doesn’t stand after the dive. The fans nearby reach out to the wresters, like starving poor outstretching their arms just to touch a loaf of bread. Tryst willingly rolls Fosta back inside and waits for him to stand. He does, and once he faces Tryst he is pulled to the mat with two hundred and eighteen pounds of a not-so-merry-anymore man around his neck.

“A front flip neckbreaker by Tryst!” Calls Axis.

Fosta is spiked into the canvas, his feet pointing upwards on his landing. He eventually falls to the mat like a javelin falling to the grass, and Tryst eagerly makes a cover.

1…

Fosta took that move quite badly…

2…

“Kick out Fosta!” Calls King.

The audience counts on with the referee.

Kickout!

Tryst, not surprised, pulls Fosta to his feet. He pushes him into the turnbuckle, and sends a red-hot shop across his uncovered chest. It induces a “whoo!” from the audience, and to their cruel delight Tryst chops Fosta another two times. Fosta yells in pain after each, and on the last falls to the mat, and rolls out of the ring.

“Fosta doesn’t want anything to do with Tryst, King.”

“Yeh, well Tryst has something else in mind!”

Tryst is in the ring, pacing like a caged lion while the referee makes a slow ten count. Fosta orders the referee to keep Tryst away from him while he gets back into the ring, and on hearing it Tryst holds his hands up in the air to comfort him. The fans heckle Fosta continuously, urging him to get back in. Eventually he rolls under the ropes to continue the match.

“The two are looking like they’re going to restart this match with another tie-up.”

Wrong. Tryst comes at Fosta but Fosta pokes the eye. To the dislike of the audience, Fosta grabs Tryst by the wrist and spins his arm over his head, with enough force to send Tryst to the mat. But Fosta keeps the hold applied. He pulls Tryst back to his feet and with Tryst in pain, pulls hard on the arm, pulling him to one knee. After another, Tryst manages to reverse the hold into his own wristlock, but Fosta soon finds his own again, and throws a European uppercut into Tryst’s arm, followed up with a knee. Tryst falls to the mat clutching his shoulder.

“Fosta is on the arm already, King.”

“He’s found his body part. Every move will be to hurt that shoulder from here on in.”

Tryst is brought to his feet after Fosta arches his back, and is sent with power into the ropes. He bounces off, ducks a clothesline, and on his return throws himself into the air, sending his shin cracking into Fosta’s chest and head.

“Spinning heel kick by Tryst. Fosta bounces to his feet, and Tryst forces him to the ropes.”

He throws Fosta into the ropes, and runs to the opposite side of the ring. As Fosta makes his way back towards him Tryst jumps to the middle rope, springing off towards Fosta. The two crash into each other near the middle of the ring, Tryst using a back elbow to knock Fosta to the mat. And the fans erupt.

“Tryst is taking it to Fosta!” Cries Axis.

“He’s like a medieval thief on speed!”

Without the pace slowing, Tryst bounds back to his feet, eager to continue the punishment. Fosta finds his feet, and again he is whipped. But he reverses, and Tryst is thrown roughly into the ground before the wakigatame armbar is applied.

“Fosta finds an armbar, but Tryst is fighting it!”

Fosta holds on like a dog, trying to tear every last tendon from Tryst’s shoulder.

“He’s nearly to the ropes!”

With one last painful push, Tryst finds salvation in the ropes and the fans let out a grateful bellow.

“Not over yet! It would have been a major upset if Fosta got a victory over Tryst that easily.”

“It was a major upset when Fosta correctly guessed his own middle name earlier tonight.”

Fosta kicks Tryst in the shoulder as he climbs to his feet, using the ropes as leverage. He throws a punch of his own, and hits Fosta in the stomach, but he blows it off and sends a kick into Tryst’s chest. He backs him into the turnbuckle, and throws a side knee, pushing Tryst’s midsection up between the turnbuckles. A back elbow follows after two more side knees, and Fosta whips Tryst across to the opposite side.

“Fosta’s following Tryst in!” Calls King.

He makes contact with a corner clothesline an instant after Tryst crashes into the turnbuckles, then pulls him out of the corner and throws him to the mat. Fosta starts to scale the buckle to growing anticipation from the crowd, but Tryst pops up, knocking his feet out from under him and crotching Fosta on top.

“A desperation move by Tryst to get himself out of trouble.”

“Yeh, but it worked didn’t it?”

Tryst falls back to one knee momentarily, but as the buzz in the audience grows, Tryst stands and runs towards the corner. One foot shoots off the middle turnbuckle, the other lands on the top, and Tryst is up with Fosta. As quickly as he lands, he jumps back into the air, landing in a hurricanrana, and flipping Fosta into the air. Both men crash to the mat, but Tryst pops up quickly.

“What a quick move by Tryst! He was off that turnbuckle before most have climbed it!”

“That’s why he gets the reaction we can hear right now, Axis!”

The pop from the fans is deafening, and Tryst accepts the begging for an encore. He jumps to the top of the adjacent turnbuckle, and leaps off. He lands powerfully, driving the wind from Fosta in a vicious fashion. Fosta curls up as Tryst bounces off him to the mat. He crawls over to Fosta, and makes a pin.

“Tryst may have it after the frog splash!”

1…

After two big moves in succession, the match seems to have come to an end…

2…

Tryst fed off the crowd response, and performed to high risk, high-impact moves in a row…

Kickout!

But it just isn’t enough to keep Fosta shoulders on the mat.

“Not yet, Fosta able to kick out.”

“Tryst isn’t going to miss a beat though.” Says King.

Tryst finds his footing soon after the kickout. He grabs Fosta by his weary head, and looks out over the sea of cheering fans. They want to see more Tristan Whitt. He hooks Fosta in a northern lights suplex hold, but Fosta retaliates with a knee to the chest of Tryst.

“Fosta trying to fight back with some stiff knees.” Comments Axis.

“He needs to reverse this move, or he’s in serious trouble.”

Then another. He turns the hold into a powerbomb and hoists Tryst into the air, but Tryst slips out the back. Fosta turns to have both hands grabbed, and to have Tryst wriggle his head into the northern lights again.

“Tryst got the northern lights, and he bridges it!” Says Axis in an excited tone.

1…

Tryst has kept the pressure on Fosta…

2…

He keeps the pin held tightly, and closes his eyes in anticipation for the three count. Can he put Fosta away twice in a row?..

Kickout!

Not yet.

“Fosta able to kickout again, Axis.”

“He’s tough, but Tryst has come into this match very aggressive. Tryst has executed every move almost perfectly tonight King, and I don’t know if Fosta has an answer to this.”

Tryst wrenches Fosta to his feet. He smells blood, and it’s on his hands. He spins Fosta arm, holding a wristlock, but Fosta is able to reverse into a hammerlock. He attempts a belly to back suplex from the hammerlock, but Tryst flips to his feet. Fosta turns to be kicked in the chest. He bounces off the ropes to an exploding audience, but as he is lifted to the air for the Crusade he flips over Tryst’s shoulder to land behind him. Fosta grabs Tryst around the waist, and hoists him hard into the air, but Tryst manages to land right side up after a back flip out of a release german suplex. The fans are constantly morphing from cheers to “oh”s and back again. Fosta lands on his back but starts climbing to his feet instantly. But Tryst runs at him while he’s on one knee. A foot leaves Fosta’s knee, and a knee slams into Fosta forearm, that blocks a knee to his head. He falls back to his BUTT but is to his feet before Tryst, and…

WHAM!

A forearm sends Tryst to the outside. He tumbles through the ropes, and lands face first on the thin, unforgiving mat. Fosta rolls out, to the cheer of amazement from the fans for the reversal sequence.

“That was some amazing wrestling from these two men, and the audience are just lapping it up.” Says Axis, as Fosta pulls Tryst to his feet.

He applies a standing armbar and looks at the post menacingly, before hurling Tryst shoulder first into the unforgiving steel. Tryst hits, and falls to hit knees. His shoulder is still against the pole. Fosta isn’t going to let an opportunity like this pass him by.

OOOH!

Fosta dropkicks Tryst’s shoulder, crushing it between the post and his boots. Tryst cries out in pain as he falls to the mat.

“Another brutal innovation by Fosta, King.”

“The ref doesn’t like it though!”

The referee demands Fosta take it back inside the ring, but Fosta ignores him. He pulls Tryst to his feet, and then throws him onto his shoulder, before charging at the pole. As he comes within two feet of it, he launches Tryst off, and again his shoulder ricochets off it in brutal fashion. He rolls Tryst back into the ring mercifully, and climbs to the apron to wait for his opponent to stand. Although in pain, Tryst is able to find his footing quite easily, but he’s soon knocked back to the mat, and the throbbing in his shoulder worsens.

“A springboard dropkick by Fosta! He got Tryst right in the shoulder.”

Tryst clutches his arm as Fosta scrambles over and makes a pin…

1…

“Fosta may have him here.”

Tryst’s shoulder is in excruciating pain…

2…

The fans count along with the referee. They believe this may be the end of the match.

Although in pain, he still has enough energy to…

Kickout!

“Tryst kicks out! It’s gonna take more than that to bury him!”

Fosta takes his time getting to his feet. A forearm directs Tryst to the ropes, and after that he is whipped to the other side. On his return, a jumping knee bounces off his shoulder, and Fosta decides that Tryst is done.

“That’s it!” He calls out to the booing crowd, before turning to the turnbuckle. On his climb up, he sneers towards a heckling fan in the front row. An electricity surges through the arena as he finds his footing up top, and leaps off for an elbow drop. Tryst is in the wrong position for a moonsault.

“But Tryst rolls out of the way!”

“He’s already on his feet! Where did the energy come from?!”

Tryst kicks himself up to his feet, and urges Fosta to climb to his. Eventually he stagers up, and to the utter satisfaction of the fans he drives him to the mat.

“What a DDT by Tryst!”

“Fosta has been spiked into the mat again.”

Fosta lands vertically, and for a second stands like a thin awkward pole, about to tumble at any moment. He falls to the mat in a second, and Tryst forgets about his shoulder to make a pin.

1…

The DDT has stunned Fosta. Feeling in his fingers has nearly disappeared. The crowd cheer on hysterically. Every one of them is on their feet…

2…

Tryst has wrinkles in his sweat-covered forehead, straining to put as much pressure on Fosta’s shoulders, who doesn’t seem to be moving.

THREE!

“NO! Fosta kicked out at the last second!” Calls King, unable to mask his excitement.

“I don’t believe it. His shoulders must have been less than half an inch from the mat at the potential three count!”

The fans stamp their feet, creating a loud, rolling rumble. Both men stay on the mat. Fosta is still trying to find feeling in his fingers as the ring is shaken with the excitement of the crowd. Tryst holds his shoulder. The muscle in it begins to knot as the suspense climbs.

“Neither man to their feet yet. Both are nursing wounds from the battle that has been the semi finals.”

“Tryst’s a wuss. Fosta was dropped on his head, he was only kicked in the shoulder a few times.”

“What are you talking about?! He’s had his shoulder smashed against the steel post, he’s had it wrenched halfway out of its socket, he-“

“Shut up! They’re on their feet!”

The rumble subsides, and a cheer takes over as the two exchange chops. The sharp, high pitched smacks echo through the arena as the fans try to keep up with their “whooo!”’s. Fosta begins to lose, and he gets backed into the turnbuckle. Tryst manages to lift him up onto the turnbuckle, although it shoots a sharp pain through his arm. The two teeter on the buckle, before Fosta fights back with a weak punch. Tryst retaliates with one of his own, and again they teeter as the suspense grows.

“A battle to stay on the buckle. Neither man wants to fall! It will give the other the potential to land the blow that will win the match!”

The suspense is thick enough to float either wrestler in if he falls off the ropes. Fosta gets a forearm, and Tryst doubles over to the fright of the crowd. Two hands push with all they have against their opponent’s chest, and Tryst tumbles from the turnbuckle to the mat.

“Fosta survived!” Tryst has to get up!”

He drags himself to his feet, and turns, exhausted, to be dropkicked hard in the chest.

“A dropkick by Fosta from the top turnbuckle, but he’s quick to his feet.”

The fans anticipation grows as Tryst isn’t pinned, but picked back up to his feet. Fosta throws Tryst towards the ropes, or attempts to, but Tryst reverses. Fosta comes off the ropes, and Tryst leaps off the mat catching Fosta in a hurricanrana. Fosta hits the mat, but Tryst stays on top of him and makes a pin, sitting on his chest.

1…

A quick move by Tryst, and Fosta’s in a bad way. The fans are on their feet. They know the end is near…

2…

They count with the referee. His hand slamming against the mat causes Fosta’s hair to bounce slightly.

THREE!

“NO! Fosta reversed at the last second!” King Yells.

He lifts his legs up under Tryst’s armpits, and turns the pin into his own, with Tryst between his legs.

1…

2…

THREE!

“NO! Tryst kicks out!” Cries Axis.

“But Fosta’s moved straight into the crucifix armscissors!”

“Tryst is wailing on the mat! He can’t find a rope!”

He throws his legs in every direction, but finds no escape. The fans are all on their feet. A lot of them jumping.

“He’s tapping! Tryst is tapping out!”

DING DING DING!

“Fosta got him with the armsissors!” Cries Axis.

“You’re winner, via submission… FFFOSSSSTAAAA!”

The chorus bursts into the arena, flooding out boos from the fans as Fosta rolls to his feet, and his arm is raised in victory.

“He had to work on the arm all match to beat Tryst, but he eventually evens the scores.”

“A great effort by Tryst. He really lit up the crowd tonight. Hopefully we get another rematch between these two in the future, but right now we have to go to a break.”

“Tune back in after the break or I’ll bash ya!”

February 28, 2003

"Welcome back to Smarks Junior League Crimson!" Axis yells to... welcome everyone back from the break.

"That really wasn't necessary, you do it every time," King frustratingly replies.

As the two announcers squabble amongst themselves, the crowd is growing in excitement, and that all comes to a head as the lights drop out, and "Three Libras" by a Perfect Circle begins to play, and as always, the professional Christian Blackwell walks out from behind the curtain. His head is down, looking at the floor, not making eye contact with any member of the audience as they cheer for him, seemingly forgetting his transgressions from last show, but Blackwell has not forgotten them. As flames slowly begin to burn as he strides down the ramp way, Blackwell just to focus himself for the match, but his mind keeps going back to last week...

"Blackwell scored a win over Aaron Carpenter, but even I'll admit, Blackwell cheated, and that is the only reason he is here."

"See Axis, even the good guys cheat once in a while, it's apart of the game!" King shouts. "Blackwell seemed to be someone else when struck Carpenter with anger, brass knuckles wrapped around his fingers, and I have to say, I couldn't be happier for the guy."

"Oh shutup King... Blackwell apologised numerous times during the week, but obviously he has not forgotten, there's definitely something buried in his mind that only he knows, but for now, we have to get on with this tournament match!"

"You ready for this Axis? Blackwell and Storm, part seventy five, wow, this should be something unique."

"No need for sarcasm King, even you can admit these two put on some great matches, with Blackwell holding all the victories thus far. This is an especially important match though, both being in a tournament involving the Television title, and pride on the line, neither man wants to lose, especially Omega, who chalked up his first win last week on Wrath.”

As Blackwell climbs the steps and slips into the ring, Funyon lifts the microphone to his lips, "Ladies and Gentleman, this match is a semi final match of the Television Title Tournament!" The fans cheer as they hear Television title, missing that piece of… history. "Introducing first, from Rosslare Ireland. Standing Six foot three and weighing two hundred and thirty seven pounds… please welcome to the ring... Christian Blackwell!"

The veteran manages a smile through his hardened features, his deep-set green eyes looking at the sea of faces throughout the audience, remembering why he started wrestling in the first place. His eyes soon dart to the entrance way as the lights go out completely, then quickly relight in a fast strobe, changing colours at random, dazzling the audience, and also sending them crazy. A low rumble of thunder is heard, and it slowly builds, until a loud thunderclap is heard, and prompts "One of a Kind" by Breaking Point to begin playing, each man, woman and child in the audience showing their disproval for the man making his entrance, Omega Storm.

Grines just sneers as he walks down the entrance way, Blackwell's eyes fixed on Storm's, Storm's fixed on Blackwell's as Funyon gets on the stick again, "...And his opponent, from New Haven, Connecticut. Standing six foot three and weighing two hundred and forty five pounds... he is the one, the only... Omega Storm!"

Storm wastes no time as he slides into the ring, not wanting to give Blackwell any time to compose himself, he attacks from the get go, pounding on Blackwell with right hand blows!

"Omega has learnt much since he and Blackwell's last meeting. He knows that Blackwell likes to slow things down and keep it under control, so Omega must stay on the attack."

Blackwell manages to fend away Storm, pushing him away, but the sounding of the ring bell seems to ignite Storm as he lunges towards Blackwell again, grabbing him from around the waist, but Blackwell counters straight away, quickly flanking Storm and holding him from behind. Storm grabs one of Christian's arms and puts on a standard arm lock. The thirty two year old veteran is up to the task, rolling onto the mat, then turning himself and flipping back onto his feet, hooking one of his arms under Storm's and throwing him to the mat with a hip toss! Storm is too smart to let Blackwell take advantage of this with a submission move, as he shows some of his own acrobatics, rolling onto his shoulders and flipping to his feet, wasting no time in whipping Blackwell towards the ropes.

As Blackwell begins running back, Storm attempts a hip toss of his own, but his attempt is thwarted by a counter hip toss from Blackwell! This move sends Storm over the top rope, but he safely lands on the apron to the fans disappointment. Arms still firmly locked together, Storm punishes Blackwell with some stiff right hands, stunning him for the moment. Storm takes Blackwell across the ring and slams his head against the turnbuckle, causing him to stumble backward. Storm leaps onto the top rope and shoots across the ring, arm outstretched, striking Blackwell in the head and taking him down with a flying clothesline!

"Another hot opening between these two," Axis comments. "They should know each other's strengths and weaknesses by now, and not hold anything back as one mistake may cost them the match."

"I can just feel that it's Storm's night tonight Axis," King replies. "His win last week instilled him with confidence to lay down a beating on Blackwell, in revenge for starting his horror streak!"

Axis struggles to make out what is being said into his ear, "Two large pizzas, King, and a bucket of chicken wings."

"Uhm, what are you talking about...?"

"Yeah, you think about that."

The referee slides over as Storm pushes his arms into Blackwell's chest.

.... O n e !

But that's all Storm is able to get as Christian kicks out forcefully. Storm keeps the pressure on as he applies an cross arm bar on Blackwell, but Blackwell knows the move all too well, and counters quickly, using his free arm to grab Storm's legs and roll him up in a pinning attempt!

.... O n -

Storm kicks out, but he is forced to let go of the submission. Blackwell and Storm both get to their feet, Storm charging at Blackwell and trying to take him down with a clothesline, but Christian ducks and wraps his arms around Storm, trying lift him for a German Suplex, but Storm locks his foot behind Blackwell's ankle, easily blocking the move. Storm performs a stand switch, this time he grabs Blackwell from behind and pushes him towards the ropes. Blackwell throws his arms out and grabs hold of the top rope, Storm losing his grip of Blackwell's waist as he tries to roll Blackwell back up. Storm rolls back onto his feet, and finding Blackwell still up against the ropes, tries to knock his opponent over and onto the floor with a dropkick! But Blackwell leans back onto the ropes and allows himself to flip back over onto the apron, causing Storm to fall flat on his face!

"Humph, a smart move from Blackwell..." King is forced to admit. "You know, I wouldn't be surprised it Blackwell had a pair of brass knuckles in his pocket. Why was there no frisk search before the match!?"

"King, I know you've been campaigning for years for frisk searches before matches, just face it, it's not going to happen." Axis replies with a chuckle following a good ribbing.

"... I won a world title and you didn't."

"That's nice King, that's why your down here with me commentating a Television title qualifying match. Such a fall from grace, eh?"

"...I slept with your mother last night."

"Game, set, match, Axis."

"No, no, no!" King protests, as Blackwell slingshots over the top rope, landing with a splash on Storm! The cover is made and the referee slides over to make the count.

.... O n e !

.... T -

But Storm kicks out, still a lot of fuel left in the tank. Storm retreats to the presumed safety of the corner, but he can't escape Blackwell's grasp as the Irish veteran rears back and...

"Crack!" Brings the back of his hand across Storm's chest with a knife-edge chop!

"Crack!" Blackwell rifles off the chops like gunshots as they ring out all over the arena.

"Crack!" The shots keep coming as the fans cry, "Whooo!" after each devastating shot onto the chest, making Storm cover his chest in surprised pain, if there is such a thing. Storm is so angered, the shots do little effect as he fires right back at his foe with some more right hand punches, knocking the Irishman towards the centre of the ring.

"You'd think an Irishman would win a fist fight," King scoffs. "They get in enough of them."

"Blackwell's not drunk; it's probably a shock to his system."

Storm ducks a wild swing from Blackwell, proving that he may well be drunk, but Storm grabs Blackwell from behind and lifts him into the air, dropping him down on his head with a German Suplex!

"Oh my!" Axis says with a surprise. "Blackwell was folded up in that suplex, that didn't look too good at all..."

"Pfft, no wrestlers these days can bump around well, not like I did," King replies, telling yet another secret of the industry.

"Yeah, you were quite good at getting your ass kicked."

Another, "Ooooh!" Is heard from the fans as Storm rolls back onto his feet, his fingers entwined and hands clasped together, keeping a firm hold of Blackwell as he lifts him into the air again and performs another dangerous German Suplex! He holds on for the bridge, as the referee slides over to make the count...

.... O n e !

.... T w o ! But Blackwell rolls one shoulder off the canvas, Storm still holding his by the waistline, rolling back onto his feet. The fans begin to boo as a smile is seen on Storm's face as the camera zooms in, gleefully setting Blackwell up for a third German in a row! Storm heaves and breathes heavily, throwing Blackwell over his head with another German Suplex! Storm climbs to his feet, putting his hands on his hips as he listens to the fans boo him, although most smile, and Storm, rather bemused, wonders why they are so happy. He turns around to find Blackwell had landed on his feet after the move! Storm tries to consolidate, but Blackwell shakes off the cloudy feeling in his head and steps out of the way, pushing one hand into Storm's back and propelling him towards the ropes.

Omega makes his return, Blackwell playing a game of leap frog as Storm tries to rip his torso in half with a spear. Storm continues onto the opposite ropes, but comes right back towards Christian at full speed. Blackwell tilts his body to the side and picks up Storm, twirling him around in the air, trying to slam him on his knee with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! But alas, Storm manages to land on his feet! Blackwell takes a step back, his forearm already in position as he takes a running start at Omega, but Storm surprises everyone as he sweeps Blackwell off his feet, lifting him into the air and putting his arms around his waist, dropping him straight on his head with a piledriver!

"Blackwell may have escaped a third German, but yet more damage has been done to his head and neck after Storm's quick but lethal move."

"You can't but admire Storm's endeavour, but it will take a lot more to keep a man like Blackwell down."

"I say shoot him."

"This isn't my dog were talking about here King."

"The resemblance is uncanny!" King says with a big grin on his face.

"Oh there's that rapier wit we've all come to know and love..."

Storm hooks Blackwell by the leg, thinking he's done enough to keep Blackwell down and stunned. the fans chant along.

.... "O n e !"

.... "T w o !"

.... "T h - "

But Blackwell kicks out yet again! Storm slams his fist on the mat as the fans get up and cheer, chanting "Black - well! Black - well! Black - well!" Storm shouts, "Shutup! Just shutup!" But the fans love this as they infuriate Storm so much that he storms out of the ring, pushes Funyon aside and snaps up a steel chair!

King shouts, "Win or not, Storm's going to get his revenge on Blackwell, steel chair in hand!"

The crowd rise up in an uproar as Storm slides back into the ring, lifting the chair above his head and charging towards a now standing, but clearly out of it Blackwell, but the referee pushes Storm in the chest and the chair goes flying! the fans cheer as the referee gallantly defies Storm, but Omega is in no mood to argue as he tries to get past the referee. Blackwell kneels down and picks the chair up, looking at the weapon, remembering back to last show, his hands beginning to shake. Storm finally pushes the referee across the ring and into a corner, thumping him against the turnbuckles. Storm takes advantage of this momentary lapse from Blackwell, swiping the chair away...

"CRACK!"

... And nailing him across the side of the head with the steel chair! Storm quickly disposes of the evidence as he sees the referee come to out of the corner of his eye. Blackwell drops to the mat.

"Storm just struck Blackwell with the steel chair!" Axis cries. "And he's going to get away with it!"

Storm laughs as the fans cry for a disqualification, but the referee can only shrug his shoulders, not seeing any chair shot, despite it being heard clearly. Storm seems pleased with himself though, as he casually bends down to pick Blackwell up, but the Irishman suddenly counters, grabbing Storm around the waist and spearing him with his shoulder, once, twice, three times! Storm stumbles backward as Blackwell tries to take advantage of his quick thinking, but the steel that connected with his skull has done some serious damage, and he can hardly stand, let alone walk or fight. The Irishman tries to approach Storm, who is leaning in one corner of the ring, hand on his stomach after the sharp blow he took. Blackwell just can't keep his head up as he stumbles onto one knee, breathing heavily now, Storm quietly chuckling to himself, the fans pulling for Blackwell to recover. Storm attacks his wounded prey swooping across the ring and flying at his head, body twisting in the air, but he misses with the spinning wheel kick! Blackwell has ducked onto the mat to avoid contact, and slowly turns around, hooking one of his arms under Storm's, the other desperately trying to lock Storm's other arm in a Chickenwing!

He may be looking for that Cattle Mutilation!" Axis rightly observes, "Blackwell has already defeated Storm one with the move, but Blackwell is already starting to waver, you can see it in his eyes."

"That chair connected right on Blackwell's temple," King replies. "And with the amount of times Blackwell has been dropped on his head in this match, he may be too far gone already!"

The crowd rises from their seats, the anticipation building as Blackwell attempts to drive Omega into the canvas, putting all his weight down on Storm, pressing him to the mat. Christian's eyes begin to flutter, and for one split second he loses his bearings, allowing Storm to free one of his arms and strike Blackwell across the jaw with an elbow! Two shots is all that's needed before Blackwell let's go, nearly falling on his back as he feels light headed. Storm knows he has time, and a smile soon crosses his face as Blackwell nearly trips over his own feet and falls into one corner.

"Omega Storm is in the drivers seat now..." Axis grimly reports. "And god only knows what he's thinking."

"That's funny, because I know exactly what is going through his head!"

"You are not god King."

"You're probably right, I'm a step above that at least. What do you think Storm will do with Blackwell in this predicament? After all those times Blackwell beat and humiliated Storm, and as he was just beginning his career here in the Junior League I might add, Storm has been longing to get his revenge, and revenge is always sweet my friend."

As Storm approaches Blackwell, a grin and a lightly crazed glint in his eye, the crowd grows worried as they try to rejuvenate Blackwell, but to no avail, the Irishman is at Storm's will. Omega proves this as he grabs Blackwell by the hair and pulls him away so he can mount the turnbuckles and perch himself on the top rope, taking a second or two to gaze out at the fans. Omega lifts Blackwell up onto the second turnbuckle, placing him in between his legs and then lifting him up skyward, perfectly vertical. A gasp is heard through the audience, as Storm leaps from the turnbuckle's, landing fairly safely, but the same can't be said for Blackwell as his head is driven into the canvas, bouncing off in a sickening sight. He lies just off to the side from Storm, arms outstretched, not moving.

"Omega hit the Lighting Rod!" King yells. "Blackwell wasn't the same as that chair shot rattled his brains, and Storm has successfully put the exclamation mark on this match, hitting a super piledriver!"

"Losing a couple of matches is no reason to do this to a man. Who knows what injuries Blackwell may have King, but look at Storm, he doesn't care at all!"

"Why should he!? This is his business Axis, and Blackwell has thwarted his plans for success ever since joining this league, but now Blackwell will have to suffer that same fate!"

Storm drops to his knees, tired himself, but pleased as he hooks Blackwell by the leg, as the referee slides over for the somewhat academic pin, the fans holding out hope that Blackwell will kick out as they chant along with the pin.

...."O n e !"

...."T w o !"

............."T h r e e !"

A long sigh is heard from the fans, but that soon turns to hateful jeers as Storm gets to his feet, smiling broadly. He allows the referee to lift his arm into the air, whilst Funyon gets on the mic, even his voice shows his disappointment as he announces, "The winner of this match and advancing in the Television Title tournament... Omega Storm."

"It's just no excuse King, I never stooped that low, you... I would never have stooped that low!" Axis cries in an uproar over Omega's actions.

"When will you learn Axis? You've seen this so many times before, but it never sinks in does it? This is apart of this business, and if you don't like it, then you better get out now!"

Axis grumbles, "It doesn't have to be that way. EMT's are now checking on Blackwell, and let's hope he's all right-Hey! He's getting up!"

"Quick Storm, finish the job!"

The crowd begins to clap as EMT's help Blackwell to his feet, still groggy, a large cut has been opened up across his forehead. Storm backs up the ramp, the fans still booing him as he smiles and puts out his arms, demanding they give him attention. Blackwell just looks at Storm, then down towards the canvas as the EMT's sling him across their shoulders, helping him out the ring.

Axis turns back to the camera, "Storm advances in this tournament under dubious circumstances, but none the less, we have an action packed, fun filled, non-stop excitement-"

King groans, "This is Crimson, we'll be right back. Do you really have to launch into that long spiel? You always get the last word as we go to break.."

"Ok, you can this time, happy?"

The screen slowly fades out...

February 28, 2003

(We cut backstage, where "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins is talking to a crew member.)

HSJ: Yeah, that sounds fine.

Crew member: OK, is there anything else I can get you Mr. Jenkins?

HSJ: How about a bottle of water?

Crew member: Sure think, Mr. Jenkins.

(The crew member walks off, as Spike stares in his direction. A sly smirk on his face, suddenly turns to an annoyed frown, as Spike quietly turns around, and the camera zooms out, showing the SJL World Champion, Mike Van Siclen standing there, looking at Spike, with the world title over his shoulder.)

HSJ: Mike.

MVS: Spike.

HSJ: I guess you saw my promo at the start of the show.

MVS: Oh yes, I did.

HSJ: Yeah, I'm glad.

MVS: I had some thoughts about it.

HSJ: What would that be?

MVS: Well, since when have YOU deserved a title shot?

HSJ: Mike, why don't you ask yourself the same question? As a matter a fact, when have YOU deserved that title?

MVS: I've always deserved this title. That is why I have it.

HSJ: That's odd, considering it was all luck.

(Mike stiffens up, as if being struck by a blow.)

MVS: It wasn't luck. It was skill.

HSJ: You know. You may have beaten Dace, Janus, and Crow. But since you got that title, you haven't even been in the same ring as me. I wonder why?

MVS: Maybe because you don't deserve to be in the same ring as me.

HSJ: And why is that?

MVS: Because, YOU ARE NOTHING!

(Spike stands frozen, looking at the world champion.)

MVS: The only claim to fame you have, it getting through that gauntlet, and you didn't even win!

HSJ: At least I got through to the last person. You would never be able to do that.

MVS: Maybe not. But I know one thing. You can't do it again.

HSJ: Who says I can't?

MVS: Everyone. Everyone knows you're a hack. You aren't even a has been. You are a never was. And you will be stuck down here forever, while I will be in the SWF.

HSJ: You think I can't make it through another gauntlet?

MVS: I know you can't.

HSJ: Why don't we make a little wager then.

MVS: What kind of wager?

HSJ: On Metal, I'll go through another gauntlet.

MVS: You want to go through another gauntlet? You are stupid.

HSJ: Hear me out first. I'll go through another gauntlet, and If I win the whole thing, You give me my title shot.

(Mike stands there, looking at Spike in silence, thinking about the proposition.)

MVS: How many people in it?

HSJ: As many as I can find tonight.

MVS: Fine. You got a deal.

HSJ: That's what I thought...

MVS: But!

HSJ: What but?

MVS: But, I will be in it also. I will be the last person you face, if you can make it through. Me and you, in a non title match.

HSJ: Mike...

MVS: Yes?

HSJ: You just made my day. I'll see you on Metal...

(Spike gets up close to Mike's face.)

HSJ: Champ!

(Spike backs off of Mike, and soon turns around, and begins to walk off screen, as Mike stares in his direction. The screen fades to black.)

February 28, 2003

(Before the match begins, the Smarktron shows Ben Hardy chasing after someone, who ends up being David Blazenwing. He manages to stop David on his way to the ready position.)

Ben: Excuse me, David, can I get a quick word?

David: Yeah… what?

Ben: In your own words, can you tell me how you are feeling right now, before your big No Disqualification Four Corners match against Terry Wayne, Geddeon and Quiet Death?

David: In my own words? Who else’s words would I use? Hey, don’t worry about it, I know what you meant. So… how am I feeling? I’m feeling great! I’m going to go out there, lay down the boom shaka laka on those three jabronis, then I’m going to leave the Gund Arena the winner!

Ben: You seem really confident, but didn’t you say the same thing right before your match with Omega Storm?

(At this point, David, who seems to still be sore about his recent loss, grabs Hardy and shoves him up against the wall.)

David: WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY!? You think I can’t get it done out there? Well, Ben Hardy, you just watch. All you people watch. When that final bell rings, MY HAND will be raised! And those losers in the other three corners? I just have one thing to say to you… It’s time to experience the Full Effect!

Axis: Well, ladies and gentleman, our next match is a unique one. Four of the SJL’s newest superstars will face off in a no disqualification, four corners match!

King: And the big kicker? None of these guys have ever won a match! Typical jobbers, ruining life for everyone else here in the SJL…

Axis: Well, Wayne, Geddeon and Blazenwing haven’t won matches, but let’s not forget Quiet Death, who is debuting tonight.

King: Okay, excuse me. Three losers and one guy who’s never even been in a match!

Axis: At any rate, the match is starting… here comes our first competitor!

Funyon: Ladies and gentleman, the following match is the No Disqualification Four Corners match! First, on his way to the ring, weighing in at 230 pounds, from Norfolk, Virginia… “The Dark Rebel” Terry Wayne!

A grainy, black and white video clip of a snake eating a rabbit appears on the Smarktron. “Hurt” by Johnny Cash plays over the house speakers as “The Dark Rebel” Terry Wayne makes his way onto the stage. He peers menacingly at the crowd, then slowly walks down the aisle, still looking at the crowd with a sick look in his eyes. He climbs into the ring and waits.

Axis: Ooh, Wayne not getting a very good reaction here in Cleveland.

King: Well, of course not. This guy lives to make everyone else’s life a living hell… much like what I have to put up with on every show with you.

Axis: Well now, that’s just rude.

Funyon: The next opponent… on his way to the ring, weighing in at 250 pounds, from Oak Creek, Wisconsin… “The Full Effect” David Blazenwing!

The crowd pops loudly when Trapt’s “Headstrong” hits the house speakers. David Blazenwing appears on the stage to an even bigger pop. He makes his way down the ramp, where he tosses his hands up in to the air, then drops them, resulting in a huge pyro shower emanating from the stage. He slides into the ring on his stomach, looks Wayne in the eyes, then slips over to his corner, where he sits down against the turnbuckle and waits.

Axis: Would you listen to this crowd? I’ll bet not even David was expecting this kind of reaction, especially after his bad loss to Omega Storm this past Sunday on Wrath.

King: Who cares? Bring out the next guy.

Funyon: And the next opponent… on his way to the ring, weighing in at 235 pounds, from parts unknown… Geddeon!

The lights in the arena dim, then completely go out. Red spotlights begin circulating around the crowd as POD’s “Set It Off” hits the house speakers. Geddeon appears, screaming to the fans about the “end of the world”. He approaches a woman in the audience and grabs her, yelling to her that “the time is near” and she finally stops him by slapping him. He slides into the ring and waits.

King: This guy is a f***ing nut! Now he’s my kind of guy!

Axis: Please. No one wants to be preached to unless they’re in church.

King: Axis, go to hell!

Axis: With that kind of attitude, I’ll meet you there.

King: Damn! Am I finally rubbing off on you?

Axis: Here comes our fourth and final opponent to the ring.

Funyon: The final competitor in tonight’s match… on his way to the ring, weighing in at 221 pounds, also from parts unknown… Quiet Death!

A cloud of smoke emerges around the area coming from the smoke starters by the side of the entryway. The illumination from the top changes from black to dark blue as two lightning bolts come from the ceiling and strike the bottom of the Smarktron, causing it to start as a figure emerges on the screen. No face, just a black hood covering the figure’s head. Now the smoke is covering the stage, blocking it from all views. The Smarktron shows “Death”, but it slowly dissolves into two words: “Quiet Death”. Suddenly, A beat hits the amps, slowly hitting people’s ears as the smoke disappears from the stage.

“Thou shall not fall…”

“Thou shall not fly…”

“Thou shall not fear…”

“Thou shall not live…”

The chorus of “Thou Shall Not Cry” by Bauhaus hits the house speakers as the smoke clears up, revealing the image of a male’s body, head tilted down to the floor, water and sweat dripping off his bald head. The person known as Quiet Death slowly lifts his head up as he breathes hard. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, the ramp flashing a mix of red and black as he goes. Every step that Death takes, the Smarktron shows graphic images of things like guns, lethal injections and a noose. He reaches the ring and slides into it, making his way to his corner.

Axis: For a rookie, this superstar has already caused an uprising of dissent within the ranks of the SJL. In fact, there’s a rumor circulating around the back that this guy actually has the power to steal souls!

King: Maybe he can take yours and I can get a broadcasting partner who knows what he’s doing.

All four superstars stare at each other, one by one. Who would go after who? Who would be tough enough to win? The referee for the match, Anthony Michael Hall, calls for the opening bell… it’s time to find out!

Quiet Death and Geddeon immediately lock up, leaving David to go after Terry Wayne. David shoots out of the corner with a hard clothesline, knocking Wayne right off his feet. Wayne instantly rebounds and comes back at David with a running neck snap.

Axis: Wayne with the running neck snap, shades of the late Curt Hennig there.

King: Shut up! I don’t care about any of that, I’m watching Death beat the hell out of Geddeon. Oh! Did you see that kick! I believe he calls it the “Death wave”!

As Death and Geddeon’s battle continues, David recovers from Wayne’s neck snap and applies a move of his own to his opponent… the diving spear, one of David’s favorite moves! It’s one of his favorites because, not only is it powerful, but it sets the opponent up for another maneuver, the sharpshooter! Hall slides over to Wayne and asks him if he gives up, but Wayne shouts “No!” and tries to reach the ropes. He doesn’t even need to, however, because before he can reach them, Quiet Death (rebounding from one of Geddeon’s moves) goes flying right into David, knocking him over and releasing the hold on Wayne.

Axis: Well, that’s one way to break the hold, I guess. Lucky for Wayne, I’ll bet he was ready to submit.

King: Oh please. Only you would submit from a move like that this early into the contest.

As David is lying with his face down on the canvas, Geddeon walks over to him, flips him over and goes for the pin.

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Before the ref can count to two, both Death and Wayne run over and toss themselves onto Geddeon and David, breaking up the pin. As Death and Wayne begin to go at it, Geddeon raises David up and whips him into the ropes, clobbering him with a spinning wheel kick on the return. He kicks David several times while he is down, then picks him up, whips him and tries for the same move again, only to have David leapfrog it and hit Geddeon with his running big boot off the rebound. David goes for the pin:

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Death flies over and breaks up the pin again, then goes back to beating on Wayne. David picks Geddeon up and scoop slams him into the canvas, then picks him up and does it again. David does this two more times before Geddeon counters it and nails David with a hard DDT. Just then , Geddeon realizes that Death had gone for a pin on Wayne and had a two-count! He rushes over and breaks it up, allowing David time to recover. David decides to play possum and act like he was still down and out. When Geddeon walks over to pick David up, he rolls up Geddeon in a small package pin:

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Geddeon breaks out of his own free will and the two recover at an equal pace. The two begin to punch each other back and forth and eventually, David gets the upper hand and when he sends Geddeon groggy with a hard left jab, David raises his hand and his fingers begin to twitch in anticipation.

Axis: I believe David Blazenwing is calling for a chokeslam! Can he get it up?

King: Screw that Axis, look at Death! He just nailed Wayne with his “Death by Numbers” finishing maneuver! He’s going to go and win the match!

David hits Geddeon in the neck with his hand, clamping it around the throat of his adversary. He raises Geddeon up with one hand and drops him hard to the canvas just as Death lands his finisher on Wayne. Both David and Death stop and stare at one another… with Wayne and Geddeon temporarily out of the way, these two were now going to have to duke it out, possibly to determine the winner of the match. Death immediately attempts to hit David with the “Death by Numbers”, but David counters it into the standing crossface! Hall rushes over to Death, asking him if he would submit. Death continues to say “no”, but it is evident that he is steadily growing weaker by the moment and probably can’t hold on much longer. Death hits a few elbows to David’s side before he finally loosens the submission hold to the point where Death could free himself. Death spins himself behind David and nails the tiger suplex. He keeps his arms locked around his victim and hits another tiger suplex, finally capping it off with a third tiger suplex. He crawls over to go for the pin, but before be can, Wayne and Geddion stop him, then the three start to fight one another.

Meanwhile, David rolls out of the ring in pain. As the ref surveys the action inside the ring, David looks around for some kind of weapon. He thinks that anything will do, since he opted not to bring his Nintendo Gamecube to the ring with him for this match. David lifts up the apron and peers underneath. He sees something special and grins. So, no one had touched it since he snuck it in there this morning. David reached underneath the ring and grabbed what looked like a championship belt… it was David’s defunct XWE Television Championship! Before Hall could notice what he had, David slid back into the ring with the belt in hand, ready to deck anyone with it. Hall immediately realizes what David is holding and grabs the championship belt and tosses it outside the ring. As he does, however, David slips some brass knux out of his pocket and nails Death and Geddeon between the eyes with them, before Wayne finally kicks them out of his hand. Looking down, David and Wayne put off their fight for a few seconds to realize that both Death and Geddeon are both pinworthy at this point. The two go down, David covering Death and Wayne covering Geddeon. Hall returns his attention to the match and realizes that two pins are being made, and since David’s is closer, he’ll count that pinfall first:

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2

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Oooh! Right at the last split second, Death kicked out of the pin. Hall runs over to Wayne, but Geddeon has already began to recover as well. David and Wayne stand up and decide that their next victim will be the person staring right at them. David and Wayne run at each other, and Wayne gets the advantage with a flying lariat. As David lie on the canvas, Wayne administered a sleeper hold, trying to get David to fall unconscious. As David falls further and further into a stupor, the crowd begins to clap in an attempt to rally him back to life.

King: Now this is entertainment! One guy senselessly choking the life out of another.

Axis: Do you really get off on other people’s pain?

King: Go jump off a building and I’ll tell you!

Axis: If I did that, I’d probably be dead.

King: And I’d be sure to tell your family how happy I was for you.

Axis: You are pure evil!

King: I know… isn’t it great?

David now appears to be completely out. Hall picks up David’s arm and lets go of it, watching it lifelessly drop to the canvas.

1!

The ref does the same thing again, and David’s hand has the same reaction.

2!

There’s one more chance for David… if he doesn’t find some energy somewhere deep down and his hand hits the mat one more time, Terry Wayne will be declared as the winner. Will Wayne win? The ref raises David’s hand and drops it. The crowd sits on the edge of their seats with bated breath… will his hand hit the mat? NO! Not even an inch above the canvas, David’s hand stops. David’s whole body begins shaking as he tries to break free of the hold. He finally powers out of it and thanks Wayne for it by giving him a hard suplex. Geddeon and Death are still duking it out on the other side of the ring, and David decides that now is as good a time as any to go for a finishing maneuver. He drags Wayne over to the turnbuckle and then… just stops. He pulls Wayne away from the turnbuckle and kicks him hard in the chest, then sets him up for a powerbomb!

Axis: What is this? The “Blazen Bomb” is executed off the top rope… but could this be a different form of it?

King: “Blazen Bomb… the travel edition!”

David lifts Wayne up and lowers him to the mat with a hard sit-down powerbomb. Instead of going for the pin, however, David gets up and goes after the other two members of the match. David hits Death with a running spear and when Geddion goes after him, David nails him with the big boot. With all three men down in the ring, David rolls out of the ring and reaches underneath the apron for something…. And he pulls out a duffel bag. He opens it and pulls out a mask and cape… Can it be true? Is David Blazenwing reverting to his superhero ways? That appears to be the case. Now sporting the superhero mask and cape, David slides back into the ring, where he proceeds to hit Wayne with the “Full Effect Leg Drop”, knocking him out even further. With everyone else still out, David goes for the pin on Wayne.

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3!

The bell rings as David stands up. He won the match! “Headstrong” starts to play over the house speakers as Hall raises David’s hand in victory. He then motions for a mic.

David: Okay, cut the music. Now I have two things to say. First of all… Ben Hardy, I TOLD you I could win this match! Second… Holy Mick Foley! This organization is overrun with evil heels and bad type guys… so as your new resident superhero, I pledge to keep this federation safe from the evil ones who would threaten it!

David’s music comes back on, but instead of “Headstrong”, the song “Eye of the Hurricane” plays over the house speakers. David grabs his XWE Television Title lying on the ground and slings it over his shoulder. As David stands at the top of the stage with the mask, cape and belt (and the roaring crowd, all chanting “Blazenwing”), he realizes that, in spite of it all, maybe the XWE and the SWF aren’t as different as he thought. It’s all in the way you look at it.

February 28, 2003

(The camera cuts backstage, as we see the giant, Janus, walking down a hallway. He walks up to a door, with the words "Hollywood" on it. Janus calmly knocks on the door, and after a few seconds, the door opens, with "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins in it. Spike looks up at the giant, with no real expression on his face.)

HSJ: Yes?

Janus: I saw what you said to Van Siclen before.

HSJ: Oh yeah?

Janus: Yeah.

HSJ: So what?

Janus: What makes you think he will walk out of here with the world title tonight?

HSJ: Well, he did beat you before.

Janus: He got lucky!

HSJ: Janus. We have been through a lot together. Me and you, were destined for greatness in the SJL. Then Mike came along, and beat YOU for the World title.

Janus: It was luck....

HSJ: Hold on, let me finish. Janus, do you know what I learned, from being at your side, and going into battles each night with you, only to have you lose to Mike Van Siclen?

Janus: What?

HSJ: That your a dumb ass!

(Janus looks down at Spike, with anger in his eyes, ready to strike, but soon calms down.)

Janus: I heard your going to go through another gauntlet.

HSJ: Yeah, I am.

Janus: And if you win, you will get a title shot from Mike.

HSJ: Yeah, I will.

Janus: There is the thing. No, you won't. You won't get a title shot from Mike, because I will be the champion by the end of the night!

HSJ: What makes you think you can win the title?

Janus: Because I know I can beat that little twerp.

HSJ: You know what Janus. You can win that title tonight.

Janus: I know I can.

HSJ: And after I win the gauntlet on Metal, you will give me a title shot.

Janus: What?

HSJ: What's wrong Janus? Not manly enough to give me a title shot? Mike said he would. Why can't you?

Janus: Hey, I am all man!

HSJ: Then prove it! Give me a title shot, when I go through the gauntlet!

Janus: All right, you got it!

HSJ: Damn right I do.

Janus: (trying to hurt Spike with his words.) But what makes you think you can win the gauntlet, THIS TIME?

(Spike looks up at the giant, and with as much scorn in his voice that Janus had...)

HSJ: What makes you think your going to win the title, THIS TIME?

(Janus looks down at Spike, and begins to breath heavy, but instead of attacking, turns around and walks off screen, as Spike eyes him down. The camera gets a close up of Spike's face, before fading to black.)

February 28, 2003

SJL Crimson comes back from commercial, the cameras attention focusing almost immediately on the announce table, where Axis and the Suicide King are seated. The fans are practically buzzing with excitement from the great matches they have seen so far, and know that there is still more to come before the night is over.

Axis: “Welcome back everyone, to SJL Crimson!”

King: “Welcome back indeed, I gotta tell you Axis its good to be back in the home country once again.”

Axis: “And why is that?”

King: “Because I can drink the tap water safely again, did you see Ben Hardy when we came back from Mexico?”

Axis: “Yeah…poor little sucker. Anyway, coming up next we have the rookie “Picture Perfect” Aaron Carpenter, against Aecas, gothic…psychopath that he is….”

King: “Aaron Carpenter, a student of “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens Axis! I’m sure this kid won’t disappoint us tonight.”

“Pictures in the mi-i-ir-or…”

KABOOM!

The Gund arena comes alive once more as green pyros shoot down from the ceiling rafters and hit the stage, more pyros exploding on cue creating an impressive wall of green fire and blazing sound. The noise drowns out the cheers of the fans for a moment, and “Pictures In The Mirror” by The Living End makes itself heard, as Aaron Carpenter comes sprinting from the entranceway down the aisle. A look of nervousness passes his face briefly, as he takes in the thousands of screaming fans in his second ever appearance in the SJL. However Aaron does not let this daunt him, he slaps hands with several of the fans as he runs towards the ring, before sliding underneath the ropes into the ring. Aaron runs to the nearest corner, lifting both arms up in the air, getting another pop before he jumps back down and starts to use the ropes to stretch and help warm himself up. While Aaron prepares himself, Funyon raises a microphone to his lips.

Funyon: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring at this time, weighing 228 pounds. He hails from Washington D.C! “Picture perfect” Aaron Carpenter!”

Axis: “Good reaction for Aaron Carpenter King.”

King: “Absolutely Axis, this kid can wrestle, there’s no doubt about that. He just better be prepared for his opponent.”

“Sanity is just a weird form of madness….”

The fans erupt in cheers once more as insane laughter fills the arena, as the first strains of Rob Zombie’s “Superbeast” start to play. Red alert lights start to flash around the arena as the music kicks in, and smoke begins to boil out of the entranceway.

Axis: “Speak of the devil and he shall appear…”

King: “Don’t tell me you’re scared of this guy Axis.”

Axis: “And you’re not?”

King: “I’m a fearless man Axis you know that.”

Axis: “……”

A blood red spotlight illuminates the clouds of smoke around the entranceway, the spotlight remains steady on the entrance until a large shadowy figure cuts through the smoke as Aecas strides out down the aisle to the cheers of the fans. The spotlight begins to flicker as Aecas walks, with every flicker his expression changes from impassive, to an almost demonic visage as he nears the ring.

Funyon: “And his opponent, from Shrewsbury England. He weighs in at 265 pounds. Aecas!”

Aecas strides down the aisle to the ring, pausing for a moment, before jumping up onto the apron and stepping through the ropes, Aecas raises his arms in acknowledgement of the crowd before he steps towards Carpenter. Eddy Long steps between the two wrestlers to try and avoid a pre match confrontation, but it seems that Aecas is just sizing his opponent up, as he backs down from Long and moves to stand in one of the corners, arms folded as he waits for the bell.

* DING! DING! DING! *

Aecas moves out of the corner, assuming a wrestling posture as he approaches Aaron, who stays his ground and actually advances towards his opponent. The two men meet in the middle and waste no time in locking up in a collar and elbow tie up; the lockup is short lived as Aecas quickly overpowers Aaron shoving him over backwards to the canvas. Aaron is back on his feet almost immediately, and circles Aecas more warily. Aecas charges towards Aaron, the smaller man ducking under a huge clothesline before launching himself into the air, both feet connecting with Aecas’ face as Aaron dropkicks him on the return.

Aecas staggers from the dropkicks impact, Aaron seeing an advantage runs to the ropes and delivers a second high dropkick, this time to Aecas’ chest staggering the big man again but not putting him down.

Axis: “Carpenter has Aecas reeling from those dropkicks.”

King: “Yeah but he’s going to have to pull out something bigger, he’s not going to keep Aecas down with just dropkicks.”

Aaron runs back into he ropes and tries for a third dropkick, but this time Aecas swats his feet aside and Aaron falls to the mat. Aecas grabs Aaron, dragging him back up to his feet and slamming a knee into Aaron’s stomach, as his opponent doubles over, Aecas hooks Aaron’s right arm, and then his left before leaping up and dropping him headfirst into the canvas.

Axis: “Double Arm DDT!”

King: “Just like I said Axis, dropkicks aren’t enough.”

Pulling Aaron up once more, Aecas hooks one arm around the young rookie’s head before grabbing a handful of tights; Aecas bends his knees and lifts Aaron up into a Suplex. As he reaches the peak of the Suplex, Aaron manages to wriggle out of Aecas’ grasp and lands on his feet behind his opponent. Before Aecas can react, Aaron jumps forward hooking an arm around the back of Aecas’ head and bulldogging his opponent’s face into the mat. Aecas starts to get up from the Bulldog but meets Aaron’s boots as the younger man dropkicks him in the face; Aecas’ hands go to his face as he falls onto his back.

Aaron runs to the nearest corner, jumping up easily onto the turnbuckle as the fans start to cheer louder, as soon as his feet touch the top turnbuckle Aaron is airborne. He cuts a graceful figure in the air as he twists to deliver a thunderous Elbow Drop from the top rope, much to the delight of the fans. Wasting no time Aaron rolls on top of Aecas, eagerly hooking a leg for an early pin.

ONE!…..

TWO!…..

KICKOUT!

Aecas literally throws his opponent off of him, Aaron is back on his feet in a second, looking slightly worried at the way he was so easily tossed aside. Aecas gets back to his feet, shaking his head at Aaron and grinning slightly, the pair circle one another once again before clashing once again, Aaron punching Aecas’ hard in the face with little visible effect. The return shot snaps Aaron’s head back, making him stagger backwards as Aecas’ strength once again decides the contest.

Axis: “What a punch! Did you see that King, it almost knocked him out of his boots!”

King: “Aaron can’t match strength for strength with this guy, he needs to speed up the pace if this match, or Aecas is going to grind him down.”

Aaron clearly comes to the same conclusion as he tries to clear his head from the impact of the punch. Seeing Aecas coming towards him, Aaron ducks under another clothesline and racing in close he hooks one of Aecas’ arms. Aaron twists his body, using Aecas’ momentum against him and flipping the big man from his feet with a crisp Arm Drag. Once again Aecas’ is back to his feet but is met with a second Arm Drag, then a third. Clearly frustrated the big man runs at Aaron again, blocking his attempted Arm Drag and reversing it into a Hip Toss. Aaron flips over all the way in mid air, landing on his feet like a cat before breaking off in a run for the nearest corner, Aecas in hot pursuit. Aaron leaps up onto the second turnbuckle and springs off turning in mid air to latch his arms around Aecas’ neck taking him down in a nasty looking Side Effect.

King: “Picture That Axis!”

Axis: “Great manoeuvre by Aaron Carpenter! He’s got the lateral press, this one could be over quickly!”

ONE!….

TWO!….

Again Aecas throws Aaron off of him, this time however Aaron falls through the ropes and onto the outside as Aecas tosses him away. Rolling out of the ring himself Aecas meets Aaron outside the ring, grabbing an arm and Irish Whipping him into the ring steps with a crash of metal. Aaron clutches at his shoulder, as Aecas scoops up the top half of the stairs and throws them over the top rope into the ring. Seemingly satisfied as he hears the crash of metal again, Aecas throws Aaron Carpenter back into the ring, before sliding in himself. Aecas finds himself blocked by Eddy Long who shouts at him to take the stairs back out of the ring, Aecas looks at Long for a moment before shouldering past him. He picks Aaron up and whips him hard into a corner; Aecas then turns picking up the stairs, and hefting them before charging across the ring at Aaron.

At the last possible second, Aaron gets a boot up into the air, catching the metal of the steps and slamming it back into Aecas’ face, the big man staggers back and Aaron capitalises with another well executed dropkick. Aecas crashes onto the canvas, the stairs landing on his head as he loses his grip on the steel.

Axis: “God what an impact!”

King: “Aaron thought on his feet Axis, I told you this kid had potential.”

Axis: “Aecas’ plan backfired on him badly, what was he thinking brining the stairs in the ring?”

King: “I don’t think anybody knows what goes through that mans head, I’m more surprised at the fact that Eddy Long didn’t disqualify Aaron for using the stairs as a weapon.”

Axis: “Maybe because Aecas ignored his protests to take the stairs away? Aecas is the one who paid for it in the end. Maybe its poetic justice.”

King: “Poetic?…..never mind….”

Aecas shoves the stairs away from him and shakes his head violently, a curious expression of pain and pleasure? Crossing his face, as a small trickle of blood runs down his forehead. Aaron takes in the scene before noting the position of the stairs with more than passing interest. Aaron runs at the ropes on the opposite side of the ring picking up speed as he races towards the stairs, he leaps onto the metal, before jumping off onto the top rope. Aaron is poised on the top rope for a brief moment before jumping backwards in a graceful arc, completing an impressive Triple Jump Moonsault. Aaron gets all of the high impact on Aecas, but that’s not enough to stop a large hand wrapping around his throat, as Aecas starts to get back up taking Aaron with him by the neck.

Axis: “Impressive Triple Jump Moonsault by Aaron Carpenter! But Aecas just shrugged it off!”

King: “Aaron needs to cut and run before it’s too late!”

Axis: “Aecas has him by the throat King, it might already be too late.”

Aecas’ dead eyes stare straight into Aaron’s as his grip tightens on his opponent’s throat, tossing Aaron’s right arm over his shoulder, Aecas heaves his opponent into the air. He holds Aaron up for a long moment by the throat and his left hand on the small of Aaron’s back, before drilling the hapless rookie into the canvas. Aecas quickly drops down to cover Aaron with a lateral press.

ONE!….

TWO!….

THR-NO!

At the last moment, referee Eddy long spots Aaron’s left foot as it lies on the bottom rope and stops the count, showing Aaron’s foot to Aecas, as the irate Goth exchanges words with him. Finally Aecas moves over to the nearest corner, and slowly climbs up the turnbuckles before turning to face an opponent who is no longer there. Aaron takes advantage of Aecas’ momentary confusion to jerk the ropes, causing the big man to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. The fans start to cheer louder as Aaron climbs up the turnbuckles, punching Aecas in the face several times as his opponent tries to recover from the low blow. Aaron climbs up to stand on the top turnbuckles, his hands on Aecas’ shoulders, he poses for a moment and shouts out to the crowd getting a large pop from the crowd, before leaping up and wrapping his legs around Aecas’ head, attempting to Frankenstiener the bigger man.

Aaron’s body flips down but suddenly halts as two hands grab his waist, Aecas his feet securely hooked under the second turnbuckle slowly lifts Aaron upwards into a Powerbomb position as he slowly steps up to the top turnbuckle.

Axis: “Aaron’s showboating could be about to cost him dear.”

King: “Its called inexperience Axis.”

Aecas sways slightly as he tries to keep his balance with Aaron’s extra weight, finally he stands on the turnbuckle before jumping off throwing Aaron’s body down towards the canvas. As his hands leave Aaron’s waist, his opponent’s legs quickly snap back around his head, Aaron flips both his body and Aecas’ around, reversing the Powerbomb into a Hurracanerana in mid air. The crowd erupt into cheers as both men crash to the floor, neither man moving, Eddy Long checks both men before starting his 10 count.

ONE!……..TWO!……THREE!…..

King: “Inexperienced but stylish Axis.”

FOUR!…..

Axis: “Aaron Carpenter, had his Frankenstiener countered into a top rope Powerbomb, which he then reversed into a Hurracanerana in mid air! The prodigy of “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens continues to impress here in the SJL.”

FIVE!…….SIX!…….SEVEN!……EIGHT!……

Aaron sits up slowly as Eddy Long’s count registers, quickly dragging himself over towards Aecas’ and draping an arm over his opponents chest in a weak cover.

ONE!…..

TWO!…..

THRE-NO!

Aecas’ right shoulder shoots off of the canvas before Eddy Long can count three, Aaron looks pained as the match is taking its toll on him, he makes his way back to his feet as does Aecas, his opponent looking battered from the stairs but not beaten. Stepping in close to Aecas, Aaron wraps an arm around his opponent’s throat, before jumping high into the air. Aaron lifts his legs up in mid air so he lands in a sitting position, forcing Aecas’ down to his knees as Aaron’s hard shoulder connects with Aecas’ jaw in a variation of Aaron’s Snapshot Jawbreaker. Aaron continues his assault on the now kneeling Aecas, regaining his feet he jumps, twisting his body in mid air, the heel of his right boot connecting with Aecas’ forehead laying him low with a Spinning heel kick.

Aaron quickly grabs Aecas’ feet as he gets back to his feet once again, Aaron holds his opponents legs for a moment before he steps through them, planting his foot next to Aecas’ side. Aaron crosses Aecas’ legs over one another as the big man tries to fight out of the Sharpshooter attempt, long seconds pass as Aecas fights against Aaron but finally loses the battle and is flipped over onto his front, pain igniting in his back as Aaron applies the hold.

Axis: “Sharpshooter! Time tested submission hold being applied by Aaron Carpenter.”

King: “Aecas has been in that hold before Axis, and I can tell you now that it hurts like hell, when you get put in that hold it feels like your backs about to snap.”

Axis: “Many wrestlers have submitted to this hold, but I don’t think Aaron has the strength left to keep it applied.”

Back in the ring Aecas is violently shaking his head as Eddy long continuously asks him if he wants to tap out, blood still stains Aecas’ face as his mouth is bared in a feral snarl. Aecas raises himself up with his arms, shouting more in anger than in pain as he starts to walk his way towards the rope with his hands. Aaron leans back as he feels Aecas moving beneath him, desperately cinching the hold on harder in an effort to stop his opponents escape. It works temporarily as Aecas grits his teeth against the pain stretching out for the bottom rope the fans chanting for both men, Aecas’ fingers brush the bottom rope, before his hand finally closes around the cable.

Axis: “Aecas makes it back to the ropes, but the damage has to have been done.”

King: “That could still be a deciding factor in this match.”

Axis: “Aecas at a clear disadvantage now, and Aaron Carpenter is going up to the top rope. Is this impressive young man going to fly again?”

King: “This might be why he’s called “Picture Perfect” Axis.”

Aaron stands on the top rope once more, as Aecas lies prone on the floor clutching at his back, Aaron straightens up before bunching his legs and leaping off of the turnbuckle. Aaron flips backwards 360 degrees in a Shooting Star position, but twists again so he’ll land a leg drop rather than a splash on his landing. Aecas rolls aside at the last possible second but still gets clipped by one of Aaron’s heels, Aaron on the other hand is less fortunate, the high impact jarring his spine making him cry out in pain in the aftermath of the missed finisher.

Axis: “He missed the Picture Perfect! Can Aecas take advantage of this? Aaron’s running on empty but Aecas is still going strong.”

Both men slowly get back to their feet, Aecas whips Aaron into the ropes, scooping up the rookie as he rebounds, hefting Aaron Aecas spins around slamming Aaron down into the mat with a hard Spinebuster. The impact causes Aaron to arch his back in pain, as Aecas inflicts more damage on his back, but there is no peace for the young wrestler as he feels Aecas’ hands grabbing his head and forcibly pulling him upright. Aecas turns, wrapping his arms around Aaron’s neck as he prepares for the Diamond Cutter, Aaron desperately pushes Aecas away into the ropes, he musters his strength and leapfrogs over a Gore attempt as Aecas rebounds. Having missed the Gore Aecas rebounds from the ropes a second time, Aaron tries for a clothesline but Aecas ducks underneath planting his heels to halt his momentum. Aecas leans back his arms capturing Aaron’s neck once again as he turns around, Aaron fights against Aecas’ grip but he is at the end of his strength, and Aecas drags him down into a Diamond Cutter.

Axis: “Diamond Cutter! Aaron tried to fight it, but he just didn’t have the strength left.”

ONE!….

TWO!…..

THREE!

* DING! DING! DING! *

Funyon: “The winner of the match by pinfall. Aecas!”

Axis: “Aecas can finally celebrate his first singles victory in the SJL, but you’ve got to feel for Aaron Carpenter King.”

King: “Absolutely, this kid came out and gave it his all, he showed us some very impressive moves tonight, this kid is going to go far.”

Aecas stands tall in the ring raising his arms in victory and acknowledgement of the screaming fans packed into the Gund Arena, he looks down at Aaron for a moment before helping the younger man to his feet. Aecas shows a rare smile, nodding to Aaron and giving him an encouraging slap on the shoulder, before stepping through the ropes and dropping down to the floor, slowly making his way up the aisle towards the entranceway,

Axis: “We just witnessed an impressive match ladies and gentlemen, Aaron Carpenter is a very impressive young man, and we look forward to seeing more of him in the future. We are going to commercial now, but don’t go away! SJL Crimson will be back with more action after these messages….”

February 28, 2003

(The camera cuts backstage, as we follow a crew member running around, a bottle of water in his hands. He turns a corner, and starts running full speed, up to none other then "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins. The crew member starts coughing, as he hands Spike the bottle.)

HSJ: About time.

Crew member: Sorry sir. I couldn't find you.

HSJ: It's all right. You wouldn't believe the stuff I have to put up with around here.

(Suddenly, a hand taps Spike on the shoulder. Spike turns around, and once again, the same frown that appeared on his face when he saw Mike Van Siclen appears, as the camera pans out, and we see him looking straight at Matt Myers.)

Matt: Hey Spike.

HSJ: Hey Matt.

Matt: I hear from the boys that your going through with the gauntlet match again.

HSJ: Yes, I am.

Matt: Well, good luck to ya man.

HSJ: Is that why you bothered me, Matt?

Matt: Well, yeah. I mean, we have a lot of history together. The whole sWo. And, I just want to wish you good luck.

HSJ: Matt, I don't need your luck. And I don't need you to come here, and try to rub the sWo back into my face. WOW, you were the CO-leader. But you know what? You sucked.

Matt: HEY MAN! I am only here to wish you luck, you don't need to go all postal on me!

HSJ: What are you going to do? Cry? Or are you going to hit me with one of your little wallet chains? Are you going to make me listen to your little Pop-Punk music?

Matt: No! I am going to kick your ass!

HSJ: Oh really?

Matt: Yeah! Your still looking for opponents for the gauntlet match. Well, I am putting MY name in, and I will make sure, YOU NEVER GET A TITLE SHOT!

(Matt storms off, as Spike shakes his head in shame.)

HSJ: What a little punk.

(The screen fades to black, as we head into the next segment.)

February 28, 2003

Axis: Tonight, we have what could be considered a rematch from last week’s triple threat match. Its gonna be Thor taking on Va’aiga, who came out on top on Wrath. Apparently Thor wasn’t too keen on being beaten and demanded a rematch against the Maori sensation Va’aiga.

King: You know what? I’m almost totally undecided in this match. We’ve got two BIG guys, with BIG muscles, and with even BIGGER egos! The only problem is, they are both BIG losers!

Axis: What do you mean King? Va’aiga won his -debut- match against TWO people almost as big or bigger than himself, and Thor has held both the European and Television titles in the past. These two are -hardly- losers.

King: Exactly! One has only had ONE match, and the other held -prestigious- the Jobber’s Title. Whoopee.

Axis: In any case, we take you now to ringside and to Funyon. Take it away.

In the ring, the legendary Funyon stands poised and ready to effectively introduce both competitors. His dazzling burgundy velvet suit looks to be custom fit for a man half his size, showing Funyon’s fancy for the shape-fitting look. He raises the mic to his face gingerly, hoping to avoid suit tearage. “Ladies and gentlemen! Introducing first... he hails from Rot... Roturah... Rotterewwa... hailing from New Zealand...he weighs in tonight at two hundred and eighty five pounds... VUH-EYN-GUUUUUUUH!!”

“You know what time it be.”

With that one line of the music the crowd begins to cheer excitedly. They rock out to “Strike It” by Dub War as Va’aiga throws back the curtain and steps into the light. With vigor, the young man from New Zealand makes his way down the ramp, the fans cheering for this exciting wrestler. He makes his way to the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope, his greased-up physique allowing him to slide just a bit easier. The big Maori then stands and looks at the fans with an intense grin. Va’aiga raises his hands and throws up the Maori hand sign, then quickly bringing it down, causing a HUGE pyro to erupt on the stage, much to the vocal delight of the crowd, some of who also flash the hand sign as a sign of admiration for the rookie delight.

Axis: This man made a HUGE debut in his match on Wrath, actually lifting and Maori dropping the three hundred and fifty pound Thor! Few men can say that they’ve won their debut matches King, and even fewer can claim to have done so against the God of Thunder.

King: Are you kidding? Almost EVRYONE wins their debut match. Seeing as they usually face Cutthroat.

Axis: Sad but true... Anyways, the Thunder God was not in the least bit pleased after losing to the new guy so he demanded a one on one match-up with him tonight on Crimson. Lets see if he can pull out a win, wanting to prove the rookie’s win a fluke, or maybe Va’aiga is more than just a flash in the pan, which he will have to prove by beating Thor again.

After his music fades, Va’aiga stands in the ring, stretching lightly and flexing his muscles as Funyon clears his throat and takes a deep breath causing one of the buttons on his tight suit to fly off into the crowd. “And his opponent... he weighs in tonight at three hundred and forty five pounds... hailing from Immortal Asgard... THOOOOOOOOR!!”

On cue, the lights switch off and smoke begins to pour from the stage as a pulsating guitar line courses through the speaker. Almost immediately the fans begin to cheer, but start off softly, gradually growing louder as the music drives. The chanting of the word “Thunder” starts to grow in volume until Brian Johnson’s screeching voice belts out:

“YOU’VE BEEN...

THUNDERSTRUCK!!”

A lightning bolt crashes to the stage with a thunderous crash and large red and blue pyro shoot off from the stage. Now the crowd now cannot hold back its cheers and cry out with applause. Now slowly, through the smoke, the legendary God of Thunder emerges to greet the masses as AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck” rocks the house. Raising Mjolnir high in the air, Thor lets out a mighty “HOOOOOOO!!” which the crowd follows in response. A smile plays around Thor’s lips but is shot down as he sees his opponent in the ring. As he walks down the ramp, slapping the hands of some fans as he walks past, Thor stares intensely at the new guy standing in the ring. Va’aiga has a rather cocky look on his face as he bounces slightly, waiting eagerly for the match to begin.

DING!! DING!! DING!!

Va’aiga’s wish will soon be granted as the match may now officially start. Reaching the ring, Thor walks slowly approaching it, yet unsure of how to handle his large opponent. Dropping his hammer at ringside, Thor decides to go for the gusto and leap headlong into danger by sliding into the ring. Va’aiga wastes absolutely no time in capitalizing on his prone opponent, as he lays in heavy boots to Thor’s back. Stomping like mad, the wild Maori is unrelenting in his onslaught on the Thunder God. Fighting his way up, Thor slowly gets vertical. First to his knees, then finally to his feet as Va’aiga backs up to allow his opponent to get standing.

The apparent kindness of Va’aiga, allowing Thor to get to his feet is anything but as he quickly dashes forward and delivers some -stiff- strikes to Thor’s head. Unable to maintain any semblance of control in the match, Thor is at the mercy of the Maori Badass. The punches take their toll on the big man as he begins to wobble and weave backwards, finally resting himself on the ropes. Seeing his opportunity, Va’aiga takes three giant steps backwards and then charges forward like a buffalo. Arm extended as he moves, Va’aiga rushes Thor and actually flips Thor over the top rope with a clothesline. Thor bounces off the ring apron as he falls and hits the “protective” mats on the outside. The crowd bursts into cheers as a pumped-up Va’aiga backs up and shouts to the crowd “MY HOUSE!!”.

Axis: Good LORD!! Did you see the way he manhandled Thor? That was just indescribable! He didn’t even get ONE offensive move in the entire time! Not ONE!! That Maori just keeps coming at you until you stop fighting.

King: Wow... That man has a LOT of strength in his body. To be able to push around a guy the size of Thor takes a hell of a lot of guts and brawn. Oddly enough, I have to commend Viagra for being able to give that big Norse bastard what he deserves!

Outside of the ring, Thor quickly stands but staggers back, almost falling on his ass. He maintains control of his balance and touches his forehead instinctively... blood. Thor was busted open by mere punches from Va’aiga. Removing his hand from his head, Thor looks at the red life-juice that has spilled from his cranium and becomes both enraged and infuriated. As the referee starts to count Thor out, the big man’s face twists in confusion. Thor finally decides to think later and not get himself counted out and steps up to the ring apron, whereupon the referee ceases to count. Thor looks at Va’aiga with a cold glare, visually asking him if he is allowed in the ring.

Va’aiga waves Thor in contemptuously and backs off, crouching down and waiting for his big opponent to step through the ropes. Thor puts one leg through but stops quickly, checking to see if the Maori is planning on attacking him. Va’aiga is froze in his place. Quickly, Thor steps the rest of the way into the ring, standing still, always keeping his eye on Va’aiga. Now ready to fight, he motions for Va’aiga to attack. The Maori Badass refuses and waves his hand, telling Thor to come get him some. With pleasure, Thor proceeds to charge forward and slams his forearm into Va’aiga’s side with a thud. Va’aiga responds with an impulsive elbow to the side of the head.

King: Viagra busted Thor wide open with just punches! Now THERE’S something you don’t see everyday.

Axis: That’s right, in the handful of times Thor has bled, it has NEVER been from a punch. This Va’aiga is one hell of a brutal fighter! Someone I wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley.

King: No, NTD is someone you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley.

Both Axis and the Suicide King shudder.

Thor bumrushes Va’aiga into the corner and kicks him in the breadbasket to stun him, quickly wiping some of the blood from his forehead. That accomplished, Thor then grins and pulls back his arm and brings it back across the chest of the Maori. The crowd is quick to respond with a “WHOOO!!” and Thor reaches back for another. He brings his arm down hard across Va’aiga’s chest, prompting another “WHOOO!!” from the fans. Va’aiga’s face is wrought with pain after taking two of the vicious chops. Once more Thor reaches back for a chop but Va’aiga grabs Thor’s hand and steps to the left, flipping Thor into the turnbuckle.

Va’aiga doesn’t go for the chest chops, but rather, he keeps his hold on Thor’s arm and brings all of his might behind his own body and whips Thor. Expecting to be launched into the opposing turnbuckle, Thor keeps his momentum going, but he is quickly surprised. Va’aiga does not allow Thor to keep going and pulls back all of the way on his arm. Thor spins around and towards the Maori Badass who waits with an outstretched arm for a clothesline but Thor ducks instinctively out of harms way. The Thunder God twists behind Va’aiga and wraps his massive arms around his midsection. Va’aiga senses what is to come and desperately back-elbows Thor in the side of the head, causing him to lose his grip.

Va’aiga then turns to face Thor and attempts to whip him again. He moves Thor just as far as being directly in front of him, until Thor refuses to go any further. Thor then grabs Va’aiga around his abdomen and locks his hands behind Va’aiga’s back. With a grunt of power, Thor then lifts the Maori above his head and falls backwards, releasing Va’aiga in mid-air. The crowd pops like mad upon seeing the height reached by the Maori as he soars through the sky, finally crashing on his back and shoulders towards the other end of the ring. Va’aiga’s face is stained with pain as he lies with one foot on the bottom rope.

Axis: Holy COW!! Thor just threw Va’aiga over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex! I mean clear over his head! That may have looked easy folks, but Va’aiga weighs two hundred and eighty five pounds!

King: That’s about all the big bastard is good for though, throwing people around. I could understand cheering him if he could do a Joker’s Wild but...

Axis: I think you’re missing the point here King. Thor just THREW Va’aiga over his head!

King: Yeah, but look at him now, Thor’s lying on the mat throbbing in pain. He won’t be able to fight much longer.

Thor stands quickly after tossing Va’aiga overhead. Quickly he moves towards his fallen adversary and drops to the mat to make a cover. The referee follows suit, still relatively blown away by Thor’s strength.

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The referee gets to the count of two before noticing that Va’aiga has his foot on the rope, making the pin attempt null and void. Thor is infuriated after not noticing the placement of Va’aiga’s Maori foot. Trying to keep his cool, Thor stands and grabs Va’aiga by his limp arm. With a tug, Va’aiga is yanked backwards, his foot effectively away from the ropes. Again wiping blood from his head, he feels his job a success, Thor drops to the mat again, going for the pin once more.

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Now Va’aiga kicks out on his own merits, not pleasing the Thunder God.

Now Thor tries to grab Va’aiga by his hair to get him to his feet, but fails, the unshaved portion at the front of Va’aiga’s hair a bit too short to grasp. Disheartened but not discouraged, Thor simply grabs the Maori’s ear and escorts him to his feet. Va’aiga’s limp body is only a ruse though, as he suddenly snaps to full awareness, slapping Thor’s arms aside and drilling him in the face with several quick jabs. With relentless aggression, the Maori Badass simply pummels Thor with punches. Sensing the match slipping, Thor uses what strength he has left to take Va’aiga by surprise and whip him to the ropes.

Axis: A clever ruse by Va’aiga there, faking injury so he could get the jump on Thor. That’s a great strategy to use against someone as sharp as Thor: the element of surprise.

King: Sharp? Thor’s about as sharp as Caveman Raynor.

The word “SMASH!!” is heard in the distance, but from where... we’ll never know.

Axis: But that’s just the strategy of Va’aiga, he’ll just keep coming until you can’t take any more. He is definitely unforgiving in that ring ladies and gentlemen.

Va’aiga bounces off the ropes and doesn’t suspect what awaits him. Thor grabs the Maori in his arms and wraps his tree trunk-like arms around the chest of Va’aiga. Lifting him in the air slowly, Thor tightens his grip gradually, trying to squeeze the very life from his body with a bearhug. Without mercy, Thor grits his teeth and does the only thing he can think of to do at this point: squeeze. The face of Va’aiga is screaming in pain, though not a sound comes from his mouth. The only way to stop the typhoon that is Va’aiga is to stop him from moving at all. The fans cheer quietly, but for whom they know not.

Slowly... very slowly... the fire fades from Va’aiga’s eyes, as he exerts his last amount of fighting spirit into one final effort to free himself from the powerful clutches of Thor. In vain he wriggles one more time, trying at any cost to improve his position. Finally, his head droops to one side and he is finally beaten. Realizing his opponent is no longer a threat, Thor releases his bearhug and Va’aiga rolls out of his arms to the mat. Va’aiga is a lifeless husk of that fury that fueled him. Thor now realizes how to finally keep Va‘aiga down... he looks up from beneath his shaggy red hair and points... at the turnbuckle. The crowd roars.

Axis: After squeezing the life out of Va’aiga with a bearhug, it looks like Thor is going to try and hit the Crack of Thunder. I do believe that if Thor can hit this, the match is over.

King: Meh, he never hits that friggin move. He’ll either miss or Viagra will “miraculously” get up and hit the ropes, causing him to crotch himself on the turnbuckle. I’ve seen it all before.

Thor walks over to the corner and wipes some more blood from his face, trying to keep his range of vision clear. He then starts to climb slowly until he reaches the top, he only takes a moment to address the crowd with a lone arm raised before turning around. As he turns, he sees Va’aiga on his knees in the ring, trying to pull it together. Thor quickly attempts to abort mission but cannot manage it quickly enough, for the referee who had just been pacing back and forth, trying to maneuver himself out of the danger zone, has wandered too close to Va’aiga.

The Maori Badass, shoves the referee backwards, causing the small man to fall backwards into the ropes, shaking them violently enough to cause Thor to lose his footing and slip, crotching himself on part of the top turnbuckle. The crowd responds in a very vocal and very low toned moan of pain. Thor’s face is now wide open and beat red, causing his wound to flow a bit heavier. He finally falls forward and lands on his stomach but quickly rolls to his side, holding onto his injured genetalia. The referee questions Va’aiga’s motives in pushing him, but the clever Maori brushes it off as “Hey, I was tryin’ to stand up!”.

Axis: Oooohh, Thor takes a PUNISHING blow to the junk while attempting to hit the Crack of Thunder. I did NOT see that one coming!

King: I -just- told you it was going to happen! Don’t you listen to a WORD I say?

Axis: I can’t begin to imagine what that pain must feel like! Ouch!

Va’aiga stands up relatively quickly, apparently catching his second wind and grins at Thor, who is still cowering in pain. Now ready to end the match with his second win, Va’aiga quickly moves to Thor and struggles to lift him, using his hair as the only reasonable handle, favoring his back as he lifts. Once standing, Va’aiga taps Thor in the face with several right hands to ensure his daze and then whips him into the ropes, yet another arduous feat. In order to catch Thor with something to keep him down for a decent amount of time, Va’aiga swings his big foot up and catches Thor in the upper chest with what would have usually been a Yakuza kick. It missed its mark but it was nonetheless -highly- effective.

Thor hits the mat with a thud and Va’aiga takes a couple steps forward to regroup. As he turns around, the crowd cheers steadily, until they grow to a wave of sound as he sees what they see. Thor is sprawled out on the mat, arms and legs outstretched, completely vulnerable in the middle of the ring. Thor’s position almost begs Va’aiga to hit a high risk maneuver. Va’aiga’s eyes grow wide as he sees the defenseless Thor, unsure of whether he should go to the top rope to finish off the Thunder God. He then looks to the crowd with a humoring look on his face. He silently asks them if he should give it a go; they obviously respond with a wall of cheers that say yes.

Axis: Are we going to see Va’aiga go to the top rope to take out Thor? I don’t know if Va’aiga will know what to do once up there.

King: It’s not a difficult decision to make Axis. You just jump off and land on your opponent. And if you’re as big and clumsy as Va’aiga, you don’t have to make it anything fancy.

Simply humoring the crowd, Va’aiga walks towards the corner at a swift pace, wanting to get this dangerous situation over with as soon as possible. The big Maori ascends the turnbuckles facing the crowd with ease and surprising agility for a man of his size. He reaches the top and yells to the crowd “TURN UP!!” which they echo with “KICK ASS!!”. Feeling ready to go for the gusto off the top, he prepares to turn around but is hit with a big surprise. Thor is now up and has his head between Va’aiga’s legs, staring up at him from an awkward position.

The God of Thunder is all business as he quickly headbutts the Maori Badass in the nuts; a little retribution for the top rope crotching from earlier. With Va’aiga reeling, Thor grabs on to Va’aiga’s legs and walks forward, perhaps looking for a big powerbomb. Out of nowhere, Va’aiga springs back to life, pushing through the pain, and begins to drill Thor’s already bloodied head with rapid-fire rights and lefts. Franticly, Va’aiga punches Thor’s skull, desperately attempting to get off Thor’s shoulders.

The Thunder God refuses to acknowledge the punches and suddenly flips Va’aiga down. Va’aiga must certainly be bracing himself for a powerbomb, but Thor’s arms are now around his waist as he hangs inverted, unknowingly awaiting something much more sinister and destructive than a powerbomb. Thor suddenly grins as the Ohioan fans suddenly EXPLODE in cheers when they realize what is next to come. After holding Va’aiga suspended upside-down for a moment or two, Thor suddenly drops to his knees, sending a shockwave through Va’aiga’s body as the Ragnarok piledriver takes its toll.

Axis: OH MY GOD!! Thor just pulled out the Ragnarok! He hit the Ragnarok piledriver on Va’aiga! Will this finally be enough to put the New Zealander down?!

King: Dammit, I was hoping he'd forgotten how to do that...

Va’aiga falls to the side lifeless as Thor releases his hold and leans over his fallen adversary, hooking his leg for the pin. The referee slides down to the mat and counts.

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DING!! DING!! DING!!

Axis: GOOD GOD!! Thor just DESTROYED Va’aiga with the Ragnarok piledriver! After doing everything possible to stop the big man, he had to resort to the Ragnarok in order to put down the Maori Badass! It took more work than Thor has ever had to do before but he finally put down his biggest opponent to date! That Va’aiga is one tough bastard to go toe to toe for so long with Thor, but in the end, he just didn’t have enough in him to put Thor down twice in a row.

King: I for one am disgusted. I cannot understand how either of these two got SJL contracts, they can’t wrestle at all! Hopefully they’ll both get stuck in an elevator or a bathroom somewhere for the next show and we wont have to put up with their big, slow-moving asses stinking up the ring!

Thor stands up slowly after getting the 1, 2, 3. He holds his shoulder, all of the lifting and throwing of Va’aiga has taken its toll on the very shoulder that the Maori Badass injured the very match before. Funyon speaks up from his ringside seat and booms into his mic “Here is your winner... THOOOOOOOOOR!!” The referee holds Thor’s elbow, trying to raise his hand in victory. As “Thunderstruck” plays in the background, muffled by the roar of cheers coming from the crowd. Thor shoes the referee away and looks over at Va’aiga who just now stirs, still reeling from the Ragnarok.

Thor approaches the big Maori and looks down at him from his seven foot vantage point. With one quick motion, Thor extends his hand downwards, offering Va’aiga a helping hand. Va’aiga looks up unsurely, but after a moment he takes Thor’s hand. The Thunder God pulls up, assisting Va’aiga in standing. Now on his feet, Va’aiga takes an immediate step back, still not sure of what Thor’s intentions are. The two stand and stare at each other, both winded and sore. Thor then slowly raises his hand outward, though not looking at it himself. Without saying a word, Va’aiga looks down at the hand, back up at Thor’s face, at the hand again, and then accepts this showing of good faith. The two shake hands respectively and then Va’aiga steps aside and kindly allows Thor to leave the ring first. The two then walk up the ramp together, discussing the match, both favoring their respective aches and pains. Thor his head and shoulder, Va’aiga his back.

Axis: Now that’s what I like to see! A bit of good sportsmanship -can- go a long way in this business. So Thor defeats Va’aiga with the Ragnarok piledriver and they shook hands after the match, but I’d wager this wont be the last time we see these two monsters in the ring together. Stay tuned for more SJL Crimson, right after this!

The Suicide King grumbles.

February 28, 2003

(We cut backstage once more, as we see Va'aiga, fresh off a match with Thor. He walks down a hallway, but passes by another superstar. The superstar is none other then "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins. Va'iga pays no attention to Spike, and continues to walk by, but Spike begins to give Va'aiga a small, sarcastic clap. Va'aiga turns his attention towards Spike, and walks up to him.)

Va'aiga: What is that all about-man?

HSJ: Oh, what, my clap?

(Va'aiga nods)

HSJ: Well, I just saw your match with Thor, and I thought you did a good job.

Va'aiga: Oh, thanks a lot-man.

(Va'aiga goes to turn to walk off, but Spike stops him...)

HSJ: Of course, when I wrestled Thor, I always beat him with ease.

(Va'aiga turns back towards Spike.)

HSJ: And it took you a while to take him. I mean, you had a good match and all. But it looked like he gave you a challenge.

Va'aiga: What'd is dat supposed to mean-man?

(Spike walks up, and is chest to chest with Va'aiga, and looks up at him.)

HSJ: I'm saying, I'm better then you.

Va'aiga: Oh really?

HSJ: Yeah. As a matter of fact, I can probably go out there, and beat Thor like there was no tomorrow. With ease. Unlike you, you tall, untalented, piece of....

Va'aiga: HEY! LISTEN HERE YO LITTLE MAN! YOU WANT'D A PIECE OF ME-UH! YOU GOT IT-UH!

HSJ: Oh yeah. Is that a challenge? Fine. You can be in my gauntlet match. And I will kick your ass, you tall piece of garbage.

(Va'aiga snarls, as Spike backs away, and the screen fades to black.)

February 28, 2003

"SJL"

(The camera comes back from the previous segment, scanning over the fans in The Gund Arena, in Cleveland, Ohio! We go around the audience, as they are all on their feet, jumping up and down, some with homemade signs in their hands. The camera cuts down to Axis and The Suicide King, as they prepare for the next match to take place.)

Axis: Welcome back to SJL Crimson! What a show we have had so far. The two finalist to the SJL Television Title Tournament have been decided, and we still have the main event, a Canadian Death Match, between Janus, and SJL World Champion, Mike Van Siclen, WITH THE TITLE ON THE LINE!

Suicide King: Yeah, can't wait for Janus to rip out the heart of Mike Van LOSER!

Axis: But up next, is a rematch from SJL Wrath! Well, sort of.

Suicide King: After that Cruiserweight Rules match on Wrath, I can't wait to see the action in this one!

Axis: In the Cruiserweight Rules match from Wrath, the SJL European Champion, Sean Atlas, defeated both Matt Myers and his opponent for this evening, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins, after pinning Spike with a Saint's Demise!

Suicide King: And tonight, Spike will get his revenge, after beating the crap out of that rookie!

Funyon: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is a non-title match up. First, coming to the ring. Weighing in at Two hundred and Twenty pounds, from Hollywood, California! "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins!!!!

(The opening riff of "King of Your Own World" by Smugface plays over the loudspeaker, as the crowd rises to their feet, and begins to boo the really angry, King of the World.)

Axis: Spike Jenkins came out at the beginning of the show, and had some very angry words to say about a lot of people.

Suicide King: But he was right! He was completely, and utterly right.

Axis: You may agree, but some people might not. Let's see if Spike can back his words up, against the rookie sensation, Sean Atlas!

("Hollywood" Spike Jenkins walks out from behind the entrance curtain, wearing his usual ring attire, with a pair of sunglasses on, and his leather jacket he was wearing, earlier that night. He walks down the ramp, not even waiting for his pyro, as he is on his way to the ring. He looks around the audience a bit, but pays no attention to them. He makes his way to the ring, and walks up the steel steps, stepping over onto the ring apron, and stepping through the middle and top rope into the ring, without doing his usual pose.)

Axis: A very serious Spike Jenkins with us here tonight.

Suicide King: Spike is out here to win, and that is all. He isn't out here to pose for the fans.

Axis: When did he ever pose for the fans? I thought he posed just to boost his ego.

Suicide King: Yeah, well that too.

(Spike takes off his sunglasses, and his takes his leather jacket off, before handing it to a crew member at ringside. Spike begins jumping up and down, trying to get his blood flowing for the match, as "King of Your Own World" dies down. The lights in the arena dim down, as "Polyamorous" by Breaking Benjamin begins to start up over the loud speaker. Lights begin flashing all around the arena, as the fans wait for the arrival of........*BAM*. A big explosion goes off at the top of the ramp, as Sean Atlas suddenly appears, with the SJL European Title around his waist. Sean begins his way down the ramp, looking around the arena at the fans, as the lights still flash over them all.)

Funyon: And his opponent! From Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at Two Hundred and Thirty pounds. He is the SJL European Champion! SEAN ATLAS!!!

Axis: Sean Atlas is the SJL European Champion, while only being in the SJL for under a month!

Suicide King: Don't forget, he is undefeated also!

Axis: That he is, King.

(Sean makes his way to the ring, and quietly walks up the steel steps, and onto the ring apron. Sean steps through the middle and top rope, and into the ring. He quietly walks into a corner, and unstraps the title from around his waist, and hands it to the referee. The referee brings it over to the time keeper, and hands him the title. The time keeper walks back over to his seat, as the referee signals for the bell to be rung, and this match to begin.)

* DING DING DING *

Axis: And this match is under way!

(Both Spike and Sean start off by circling each other around the ring. They both charge into each other, and this match is started with a collar and elbow tie up. They both try to pull each other around, but Spike uses his quickness, and gets behind Sean, locking his arms around Sean's waist. But Sean quickly spins around, and wraps his arms around Spike's waist. Spike drops down, landing in a sitting position, while Sean tries to hold him, but Spike twists out of the hold, and elbows Sean in the back of the knee, knocking him back first to the mat. Spike quickly goes for a cover...)

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(Sean Atlas quickly kicks out. Spike rolls off of Sean, as they both quickly get back to their feet. Spike charges in at Sean, but Sean grabs him in a headlock, and flings Spike over his side, driving Spike onto his back with a side headlock takedown. Spike quickly counters it though, lifting his legs into the air, and wrapping them around Sean's head, with a head scissors, but Sean squeezes himself out of it. Sean quickly rolls onto his stomach, and gets to his feet, as Spike does the same. Spike quickly attempts a spinning heel kick, but Sean ducks under it, and gets behind Spike. Spike turns to Sean, as Sean attempts a clothesline, but Spike ducks under that also. Spike and Sean both turn to each other, before locking up again in a collar and elbow tie up, but this time, Spike pulls Sean into a headlock. Sean pushes Spike off of him, and Spike charges into the ropes. Spike bounces into the ropes, and comes charging back at Sean, but Sean ducks his head. Spike turns his back towards Sean, and flips over Sean, using Sean's back as a springboard. Sean rises, and turns towards Spike, as Spike attempts to kick Sean in the gut, but Sean grabs his foot. Spike leaps into the air, and attempts a enzuguri, but Sean ducks under it, causing Spike to hit nothing but air. But the very fast and agile Spike lands on the foot that he used to try to kick Sean. Spike spins the opposite way, and attempts a reverse enzuguri on Sean, but Sean also sees that coming, and Spike hits nothing, but once again, Spike lands on his foot. Sean holds onto Spike's foot, and pulls Spike towards him. Sean grabs Spike around the neck, with a headlock, but quickly turns his body towards Spike, and with his arms still wrapped around Spike's neck, uses his leg to pull Spike's leg out from under him, and drives Spike head first into the mat!)

Axis: Inverted STO by Sean Atlas! What an amazing sequence of moves between the two!

Suicide King: This is amazing!

(Sean still holds onto Spike's head, and begins to pull back on it, with a reverse crossface. Spike sees where this is going, and quickly slides towards the ropes, getting his hand on the bottom rope. Sean releases the hold, and quickly gets to his feet, and backs up, giving Spike some room. Spike slides backwards into the corner, while looking at Sean with amazement, and the crowd stands on their feet, and cheer for the action they just saw.)

Axis: What an amazing two minutes! These two just went all out there!

Suicide King: Spike used his speed, and Sean used his technical abilities, and the outcome was amazing!

Axis: After that, you can tell both of these guys want to win this match! Both will do anything to get that win!

(Spike gets to his feet in the corner, and holds onto the ropes, trying to catch his breath from all that. Sean is in the opposite corner, also catching his breath, but with a big smile over his face, from showing up the King of the World. They both finally walk out of the corner, and begin circling each other again, but oddly enough, Sean charges in at Spike, and gives him a quick kick to the gut, nearly knocking Spike over. Sean leans back, and cracks a fist over the top of Spike's head, knocking Spike backwards into the corner. Spike tries to fight out of it, but Sean gives Spike another quick kick to the gut. Sean grabs Spike by the wrist, and whips him across the ring, into the opposite corner, where Spike runs into back first. Sean stands in the corner, and charges in at Spike, but in a single leap, Spike hops up to the top rope, and leaps over Sean, causing Sean to run chest first into the turnbuckles. Sean turns towards Spike, but Spike is already on the attack, hitting Sean in the side of the head with a few punches. Spike lifts Sean's head up, and gives him a quick chop across the chest. Spike grabs Sean's wrist, and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner, but Sean reverses it, and sends Spike into the corner, back first. Spike walks out of the corner, but Sean comes charging in at him, wrapping his arms around Spike's waist, and lifts him into the air, and drives him back first into the corner again. Sean lifts Spike's head up, and whips him across the chest with a quick, but painful chop. Sean grabs Spike by the wrist again, and whips Spike across the ring again, and Spike runs back first into the turnbuckles. Sean stays in the corner for a second, before charging in at Spike, but once again, Spike leaps up to the top rope, doing a split over the ropes, and Sean runs chest first into the corner. Spike rolls behind Sean, wrapping his arms around Sean's waist, and pulls him down for a sunset flip! The referee dives into position.)

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(But Sean rolls out of it. Sean rolls backwards, and stands on his knees, as Spike quickly gets to his feet. Sean attempts to get to his feet also, but Spike quickly gives him a stiff kick to the chest, stunning the European champion. Spike backs up, before walking back towards Sean, and whipping out his leg again, kicking Sean once again across the chest.)

Axis: There is the first two kicks! Now here comes the knock out kick!

Suicide King: But Spike never hits this move!

Axis: Tonight may be the first time though King!

(Spike backs away from Sean, and begins to hop around, as if centering all his energy into this one kick. Spike walks in towards Sean, and whips his leg out again, this time, his foot colliding with Sean's face, knocking Sean silly, and making a loud *POP* sound, that the fans all cheer for. Sean falls backwards, dazed and confused, as Spike drops down to the mat, and makes the cover.)

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NO!

(Sean gets a quick shoulder up!)

Axis: Spike almost had him there!

Suicide King: I doubt it. But what was truly amazing, is that Spike hit the knock out kick!

Axis: Was that really the first time King?

Suicide King: I think so.

(Spike gets to his feet, as Sean is still on the mat, facing up to the lights. Spike runs towards the ropes closest to Sean, and leaps up onto the middle rope. Spike springboards off the ropes, and does a moonsault in the air, and attempts the Asai Moonsault, but Sean quickly rolls out of the way, but Spike lands on his feet anyway! Sean gets to his feet quickly, and both him and Spike charge at each other. Sean goes for a clothesline, but Spike ducks under it. Spike keeps his back to Sean, as Sean turns towards him. Spike throws a leg back, attempting a superkick, but Sean ducks under it. Spike quickly runs towards Sean, and wraps his arms around the back of Sean's head, and drop down with a Phantom Neckbreaker!)

Axis: Quick Phantom Neckbreaker by Spike.

Suicide King: If Spike keeps this up, he will have this match in the bag.

(Spike gets to his feet, as Sean tries to roll around, but ends up moving towards the ropes. Spike charges towards the ropes opposite of Sean. Spike bounces into the ropes, and comes running back towards Sean. Spike dives to the mat, doing a roll, and jumping out of it, jumping into the air, and doing a front flip into a senton, landing on Sean's chest! The crowd begins to cheer for the move, but some are starting to get on the side of Spike Jenkins.)

Axis: Rolling Thunder by Spike!

Suicide King: Ugh. The fans are starting to cheer for Spike. This sucks.

(Spike turns over onto his stomach, and pins Sean.)

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Two

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(Sean gets a shoulder up!)

Axis: What a close call there!

Suicide King: Spike has been getting a lot of offense in on Sean. Spike can easily win this match if he keeps using his speed against the slower Sean Atlas.

Axis: WOW King. That sounded smart.

Suicide King: Maybe, because I am smart.

Axis: Highly doubtful. Considering you're looking at MY NOTES!

Suicide King: Well, I, umm....

(Back into the action, Spike gets up to his feet, and looks at the referee, telling him it was a three count, but the referee just ignores the comment. Spike reaches over, and grabs Atlas by the hair, and pulls him up to his feet. Spike drags Atlas towards the corner, and pushes him back first into the turnbuckles. Spike grabs Atlas around the waist, and pushes him up to a sitting position on the top rope. Spike grabs the top rope, and pulls himself up to the middle rope.)

Axis: Spike Jenkins going for a top rope hurricanrana! If he hits this, it will all be over!

(Spike is about to climb to the top rope, but Sean Atlas gets a quick elbow to Spike's exposed stomach. Sean hits another elbow to the gut, and a third one. Spike releases Sean, and Sean pushes him off the middle rope, and Spike lands hard on the mat!)

Suicide King: Sean caught Spike!

Axis: Spike, attempting a high risk maneuver, but Sean caught him, and now Spike has to pay the penalties of his mistake!

(Sean catches his breath, and tries to regain his balance, as he stands on the middle rope. Spike rolls over onto his stomach and rises up to his hands and knees, before pulling himself up to his feet. Spike turns towards Sean, as Sean leaps off the middle rope, and dives at Spike, his shoulder crashing into Spike's rib cage, and drives Spike back first into the mat, with Spike's head slamming off the mat!)

Axis: A Spear off the middle rope by Sean Atlas! Amazing ability by the SJL European Champion!

(Sean climbs to his hands and knees, and crawls over to the downed Spike, attempting to end this match now.)

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Thr..NO!

(Spike gets a shoulder up!)

Axis: Spike barely kicking out of that!

Suicide King: Did you hear the fans? Spike kicked out, and some of them cheered!

Axis: So what?

Suicide King: That makes me sick!

(Atlas rolls off of Spike, and lays for a few seconds, catching his breath, and getting his thoughts together. Sean finally rolls over onto his stomach, and rises up to his feet. Sean stumbles over to Spike, and leans over, grabbing Spike by the hair, and pulls him up to his feet. Sean uses his shoulder to push Spike backwards into the ropes, and grabs Spike by the wrist. Sean whips Spike across the ring into the ropes opposite of them, as Sean walks towards the center of the ring. Spike bounces into the ropes, and comes charging back at Sean. Sean ducks his head down, attempting a back body drop, but Spike stops short, and gives Sean a quick kick to the forehead, knocking Sean up straight and he begins to stumble backwards. Spike quickly runs backwards, and bounces into the ropes. Spike comes charging at Sean, but before he can do anything, Sean ducks his head down again, and wraps his arms around Spike's waist. Sean pulls Spike out from under himself, and drives Spike into the mat with a Sweep Spinebuster!)

Axis: Sweep Spinebuster that took the air out of Spike Jenkins!

Suicide King: This could end the match here, and now!

(Sean rolls over, onto Spike, and hooks his leg.)

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Thre.....NO!

(Spike just barely gets a shoulder up in time!)

Axis: Sean almost had the win there!

Suicide King: Sean has Spike down. He has to take him out now!

(Sean rolls over onto his stomach, and rises to his knees. He walks on his knees over to the corner, and stands there, catching his breath, and thinking of what to do next. Sean grabs the top rope, and pulls himself up to his feet. Spike rolls over onto to his stomach, and begins to stand. Sean walks around to the back of Spike, and is waiting for Spike to get to his feet. Spike gets to his feet, and stumbles backwards, but Sean wraps his arm around Spike's neck, and uses his other arm, and puts it around Spike's right arm in a half nelson, and begins to choke Spike out!)

Axis: The Katahajime Choke! Sean Atlas' finisher!

Suicide King: He is going to choke Spike out cold!

(Sean begins shaking Spike back and forth, trying to get him to lose air quicker. Sean continues to choke Spike out, as Spike reaches around to grab onto anything. Spike reaches over, and grabs onto the referee's shirt, and pulls the referee towards him. The referee struggles to get away, but Spike won't release his hold. With the referee at his grasp, Spike throws his leg backwards, hitting Sean Atlas square in the groin! Sean releases the hold, and drops to the mat, holding his groin in pain. Spike releases the referee, who didn't see a thing. Spike drops to his knees, and holds his throat in pain, gasping for air. Spike struggles to his feet, still holding his throat in pain, as he stumbles over to the corner.)

Axis: Spike used a low blow to get out of the Katahajime Choke!

Suicide King: Good ol' Spike. Doing what needs to be done to win!

(Spike steps through the middle and top rope, and climbs up to the second rope, and then up to the top rope. Spike stands on the top rope, and looks around the crowd, as some still cheer for the move that is about to be hit. Spike leaps through the air, as camera's all around the arena flash. Spike pumps his arms and legs in towards his body, and back out, as he comes crashing down on Sean, but Sean moves out of the way, and Spike hits nothing but mat!)

Axis: Spike missed the Ratings Grabber! Just like on Wrath in that Cruiserweight Rules match!

Suicide King: Why do you have to bring that up?

(Spike holds his ribs in pain, as he begins rolling around. Sean crawls towards the corner, and slides out under the bottom rope to the apron. Sean grabs the middle rope, and pulls himself up to his feet, and stumbles to the center of the apron. Spike begins to get to his feet, holding his ribs in pain, as Sean pulls back on the top rope, and springboards up onto it...)

Axis: Knife Through The Heart by Sean Atlas!

Suicide King: A knife through the heart will put anyone down! Except the killer from Scream Three!

Axis: What?

Suicide King: Never mind.

(Sean Atlas leaps into the air, and dives towards Spike, his elbow aiming at Spike's chest, but like on Wrath, Spike dodges out of the way, and Sean hits the mat hard. Just like on Wrath, Spike dives onto Sean, and goes for the pin.)

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THHRRRREEENNNNOOOOOO!~!~!~!~! ATLAS KICKS OUT!!!

Axis: He kicked out!

(Spike rises off of Atlas, and looks at the referee, and screams at him that it was a three count. Spike stumbles to his feet, and goes to corner the referee, but the referee runs away. Sean begins to roll around, and soon gets up to his knee. Spike walks back over to Sean, as Sean gets to his feet, Spike lifts Sean's arm in the air, and wraps his arm over Sean's other shoulder. Spike prepares to life Sean into the air for a Highlighter, but Sean gives him a quick knee to the already hurt gut of "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins. Sean gives him another knee to the gut, and Spike breaks his hold off of Sean, and stumbles backwards, holding his ribs in pain.)

Axis: This is like déjà vu!

Suicide King: Deja what now?

Axis: This is what happened on Metal! Spike went for the Highlighter, but Sean kneed him in the injured ribs, thanks to Spike missing the Ratings Grabber earlier in the match!

Suicide King: If this is like Deja whatever, then Sean is going to win!

(Sean sneaks up behind Spike, and grabs Spike's free arm. Sean pulls the arm down between Spike's legs, and grabs Spike's other arm, in a pumphandle position. Sean lifts the lighter Spike into the air, and drops back, dropping Spike down onto his back, with a Stretch Suplex!)

Axis: If Sean is going to stick to this game plan, then an Exploder Suplex will be up next!

(Sean rolls over onto his stomach, and rises up to his feet. He stumbles over to the downed Spike, and grabs him by the hair. He pulls Spike up to his feet, and again, takes Spike's arm, and tucks it between Spike's legs. Sean grabs Spike in a belly to belly position, while holding Spike's arm between his legs, and dead lifts Spike into the air, and drops Spike behind him, driving Spike onto his upper back/neck area!)

Suicide King: EXPLODER~!

Axis: Exploder Suplex!

(Sean Atlas quickly gets up to his feet, and begins to walk around in a cocky, sly way, knowing that it's over. The fans boo him as he looks around the audience, as if paying no attention to Spike.)

Axis: Well, Sean Atlas acting unusually cocky.

Suicide King: Maybe, because he knows he has Spike beat.

Axis: Well, this is what lead to Spike being beaten on Wrath, but Sean Atlas is wasting time when he should be going in for the win. This is a mistake a rookie like Sean Atlas can make.

Suicide King: Mistake? Spike is done! He isn't getting up after that, and like on Wrath, the Saint's Demise is up next, followed by a three count!

Axis: It happened before. It can happen again.

(Sean walks over to the nearly out cold Spike Jenkins. He reaches over, and grabs Spike by the hair, and pulls him up to his feet. Sean lifts Spike over onto his shoulders, and holds him up in a death valley driver position, as the fans in the audience, begin to rise to their feet, and take pictures of the Saint's Demise. Sean flips Spike up into the air, and as he is about to drop Spike onto his head, Spike falls over Sean's shoulders, and lands behind Sean. Spike wraps his arm around Sean's head, and pulls back in a reverse DDT position. As quickly as he locked it in, Spike does a 90* spin, holding onto Sean's head, and drives Sean face first into the mat with a Roll The Joint!)

Axis: ROLL THE JOINT FROM OUT OF NO WHERE!

Suicide King: Spike saw the Saint's Demise coming!

Axis: Spike knew Sean was going for it from Wrath, but Spike countered it!

(Spike holds onto Sean's head, and with all the energy left in his body, flips over onto Sean's back, and while still holding onto Sean's head, begins to pull back in a dragon sleeper!)

Axis: The Silver Lining! Sean Atlas is going to caught in the Silver Lining!

Suicide King: Sean has to make it to the ropes!

(Spike pulls back as much as he can, but Sean struggles, as he begins to crawl towards the ropes! Sean is almost there.....

almost....

Sean reaches for the ropes....

He stretches for it...........

He has it............

HE GRABS THE ROPES...........

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SEAN ATLAS TAPS TO THE SILVER LINING!

The referee signals for the bell, as Spike releases Sean. Spike falls onto his back exhausted, as Sean just lies where he was.)

* DING DING DING *

Funyon: Here is your winner, via submission, "HOLLYWOOD" SPIKE JENKINS!!!!!!

Axis: SPIKE DID IT! SPIKE DID IT!

Suicide King: He made the European Champion, tap out!

Axis: He defeated the undefeated European Champion, Sean Atlas! He broke his losing streak! Spike Jenkins is at the top of the world right now!

(The referee jumps over to Spike, and raises his hand in the air. The referee lets him go, as he rolls over onto his hands and knees, and looks over at Sean Atlas, who is gasping for air. Spike looks over to the outside of the ring, and sees a cameraman filming all this on live television. Spike crawls over to the camera, and tells the cameraman to zoom in. The camera zooms in on Spike, as Spike yells out, "Mike, Janus, YOU ARE MINE!" Spike drops onto his back, and rolls under the bottom rope onto the floor, and starts walking to the back, while pointing to himself, and motioning a title around his waist.)

Axis: That man wants the world title, and will stop at nothing to get it.

Suicide King: If I was Mike Van Siclen, or Janus, or whoever ends up being champion when Spike gets a shot, I would be very, very scared.

Axis: Well fans, we will be back in a few minutes, as SJL Crimson goes to a quick commercial break!

(The camera goes back up to Spike as he is walking up the stage, and motioning the world title around his waist, before fading to a commercial.)

February 28, 2003

Fade in from commercial.

The camera swirls around the arena, all sections of the Gund Arena packed with screaming, red white and blue blooded Americans! The SJL has returned from their World Tour from places like Mexico, Australia and France! The fans have been summoned to Cleveland to answer the threat of small sign numbers – thousands hold up various signs, many of them misspelt, it’s good to know we’re back in America, where the fuckwits lie. A cut to the ringside camera looking onwards at the SJL ring, soon to have two more bodies bounce away on its surface. Gus, the SJL cameraman pans around revealing the ever present fan favourite commentators Axis and The Suicide King – who by the way, own the SWF commentators ten times over. The “Lord of The Shed” begins to speak...

“Weeelllcome back fans to SJL CRIMSON! What a great match we just saw, your favourite Mr Hollywood and Sean Atlas putting on a stellar performance here tonight! The fans liked it, I liked it and I’m sure King liked it!” exclaims Axis.

“Any match that the KING OF THE WORLD is involved in is an instant 5 star match, so of course I liked it, Axis!” replies King, putting over Spike Jenkins as god.

“Good to hear, King, any thoughts on the upcoming match up?” queries Axis.

“Yeah... uhh... who is involved?” responds King in a confused manner.

“It’s Crow and Punk Rockstar Matt Myers squaring off in the PERFECT CHALLENGE match! In memory of Perfect Bo, who last week suffered a devastating heart attack,” says Axis with a slight sadness in his voice.

“Perfect Challenge!? Why aren’t I in this match!? I’m perfect!” shouts King.

“Cause you suck, King,” cheekily replies the “Lord Of The Shed”.

“SAY WHAT!?” screams King, shocked and dismayed!

“Hey, who’s that in the crowd!? Looks like hermie has followed you to Cleveland as well...” remarks Axis pointing randomly into the crowd.

“What!? I told her not to come to the sh... Hey, fuck you, homes!” replies The Suicide King, angered by Axis’ jokes.

“Haha... now, Jews backstage, let’s get this match rolling!” shouts Axis.

“Jewcock...” mutters 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 SOOOOOUULLL!!”

The snarling, spiteful hate ridden opening line of Soilwork’s “Natural Born Chaos” shakes the arena inhabitants, signalling Crow will be arriving from backstage shortly. Crow walks out from behind the entrance curtain, topless and cigarette in his left hand; he takes a drag from his smoke.

The booming voice of Funyon begins to rings in the ears of all fans, “From Anchorage, Alaska... weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds and standing at a height of six feet two inches. He is the Antichrist Superstar. This... is... CCCCCRRRRRROOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!”

Crow sticks his arms out in the crucifix poses and turns his head up towards the heavens and exhales – creating a very visual, the SJL has just turned 10 teenagers into smokers.

“And there is the Antichrist Superstar, standing on the SJL Crimson stage. The crowd a mixed bag, some cheers and some boos for Crow,” reports Axis.

“I hear more boos than cheers, Axis... going senile early? I think so,” remarks King.

Crow takes another drag of his cigarette and walks down the entranceway to the ring. The Smarktron focuses in on Crow’s back, show casing the world the scarring present on Crow’s back. The SJL camera crews have just made thousands of people around the world cringe. Crow takes a couple more drags before reaching the steel steps; Crow walks up the steel steps and puts his cigarette out on the ring post. He climbs into the ring, tests the rope tightness and begins to warm up.

...

"Ah..."

"Ah...."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"I'M IN OVER MY HEAD!!!"

The opening craze of “Over My Head” by Lit explode through the Gund Arena speaker system and the crowd erupts in a frenzy of hands clapping together and cheers – as “Punk Rockstar” Matt Myers walks out onto the Crimson stage and the lights go out! Darkness falls upon Gund Arena and a strobe light causes numerous epileptic fits around the world! Myers begins to walk down the entranceway, slapping hands of his many fans.

“Walking down the aisle, straight outta Honolulu Hawaii! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty one pounds and standing at six foot three, he is... PUUUNNKKKK ROCKSTAR MAAAATTTTT MMYYEEERRRRRSSSS!”

Crow watches the Punk Rockstar Matt Myers intensely, not taking his eyes off Myers as he leans back on the turnbuckle. Matt Myers slides under the bottom ring rope, the crowd showing their love for the Punk Rockstar – showering him with a huge amount of cheer. Crow just simply stares.

“While the referee Matthew Kivell checks both competitors for weapons I think we should let the fans know how this match is gonna go... King, would you do the honours?” queries Axis, a smirking expression on his face.

“Pffft, no,” simply replies King.

“Right... well fans, the Perfect Match is essentially a two out of three falls match. The first wrestler to wrack up two pins is the winner. But... there is a little twist. The first pinfall will be a straight singles match; DQ and countout both apply. The second pinfall will be wrestled under hardcore rules and the third fall, if required, will be a tables match,” explains Axis quite intelligently.

*DING! DING!*

“This get this match under way baby!” exclaims King.

Crow and Matt Myers walk to the center of the ring from their respective corners, and exchange a few words. The crowd likes this, a stand off between one of the most loved and one of most hated SJL superstars. Intensity seeps out from the ring and into the crowd, constant screaming getting consistently louder and louder... until breaking point! Matt Myers explodes in a fit of rage and fires a big right hand at Crow’s face!

“Whoa, Crow must have struck a nerve with some of them comments!” shouts Axis.

Crow retaliates with a blood vessel bursting knife edged chop!

“WOOOOO!!”

Matt Myers fires back with a knife edged chop and Crow grabs at his chest.

“WOOOOOOOO!!”

“A war of knife edged chops! My chest hurts just from watching this!” says King.

More chops and chops! Until Crow stops the war and hits a well placed roundhouse kick to Myers’ stomach. Matt Myers doubles over, clutching at his stomach; Crow pushes his back up and fires another roundhouse kick! Except this time to Myers’ head! Matt stumbles back into the ropes; Crow nails another knife edged chop! Crow latches onto Myers’ hand and attempts an Irish whip – Myers reverses it and Crow runs into the opposing ropes! Crow comes off the ropes hunching down, trying to drive his shoulder into Myers’ stomach! Matt Myers leapfrogs Crow and Crow comes off the ropes again! Myers drops down, Crow jumps over him and comes off the ropes again! This time though he is stopped by Myers who hoists captures Crow’s legs with his arms and slams him down into the mat!

“Spinebuster! Myers’ holds for the cover!” reports Axis.

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T! KICK OUT!

A rather light spinebuster from Myers’ isn’t going to put Crow down for the three; Myers quickly up to his feet awaiting Crow’s rising. Crow rises a bit slower but still walks straight into an arm drag! Both men up! Crow retaliates with an arm drag on Myers! Myers with an arm drag! Crow with another! Myers hits the final arm drag, final because he holds onto Crow’s arm and wretches Crow onto his feet. Myers backs Crow into the turnbuckle; an Irish whip! Crow goes running across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle, Matt Myers not too far behind! Crow thinks quickly though and places his arms on the two ropes shooting off from the turnbuckle! He uses this support to launch his body into the air and off the turnbuckle! Split second timing from Crow as Matt Myers runs into the turnbuckle as Crow lands behind him. Crow stumbles back - trying to regain his balance from such a manoeuvre. Matt Myers turns around to face Crow post haste; he makes a charge at Crow! The Antichrist Superstar is far too clever to stand there and be bowled over; Crow drops down to the canvas and captures Myers’ legs with his own! Matt Myers is thrown face first into the mat; a large thud is heard as Myers’ body slams into the canvas.

“This is great action if I’ve ever seen it, King. The two lighter heavyweights providing us with a great speed display!” exclaims Axis, enjoying what he is seeing.

Crow isn’t going to slow down the pace; he loves the fast lane. He ascends to the turnbuckle in one swift jump; Crow jumps off the top rope – looking to double stomp on Myers’ lower back. Myers rolls to his right out of the path of danger and Crow double stomps the mat. Crow almost falls over but regains himself – only to feel a big impact on his stomach!

“That was stiff, Axis! Stiffer than... uhh... stiff things!” shouts King.

“A martial arts kick from Myers and Crow has doubled over...” reports Axis.

Myers’ sits on Crow’s neck and upper back, pressuring Crow down to the canvas. Myers hooks both of Crow’s arms like the Pedigree... but Myers is facing the opposite way, looking for the Lit Up which would mean the clinching of the first fall! NOOO! Crow lets out a heave of energy pushing himself back to vertical and throwing Myers off his back and into the turnbuckle! Myers hit the turnbuckle back first; Crow runs to Myers and applies a front face lock. Crow locks it on tightly and steps up the ropes, across the turnbuckle and swings off!

“MURDEROUS D.. NOOOOO!! Myers holds Crow up in the air, stopping Crow from driving his head into the mat!” exclaims Axis.

Crow tries to regain to momentum by swinging his legs, but Matt Myers throws down on to his feet. Crow still holds tightly onto the front face lock and both men struggle – Myers trying to escape from the front face lock crushing his head and Crow trying to drive Matt’s head into the canvas. The two spin around in circles around the ring and Myers’ hoists Crow up into the air! Myers almost breaking the hold by throwing Crow off but no! Crow still holds and DRIVES the Punk Rockstar’s head into the mat! A resounding thud echoes throughout the arena and the crowd responds loudly with a big “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!” Crow goes for the cover.

“This is it right here, Axis. I think it’s safe to say Crow has this pinfall in the bag,” confidently says King.

ONE!

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TWO!

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..KICK OUT!

“The Punk Rockstar kicks out! Wow, how in the hell did he do that!?” reports Axis, bewildered by Myers’ fortitude.

“WHAT!? SLOW COUNT! Bloody Kivell can’t count properly!” shouts King.

Crow stands up and grabs onto Matthew Kivell’s referee shirt and complains that it was a slow count, a very slow count. Kivell tries to command authority, talking back to Crow and pointing at his black and white shirt. Crow just smirks at Matty and throws him into a turnbuckle. Crow turns his attention back to Matt Myers, who slowly starts to regain some sense in his mind, after being knocked half dead by the Murderous DDT. Crow kicks Myers in the side of the head several times - not stiffly but lightly, mocking and taunting Matt Myers.

“Crow is such a fantastic role model for the kids today, don’t you think, Axis?” asks King.

“Oh yeah, let’s kick a man while he’s down... smoke far too many cigarettes, drink far too much alcohol, have promiscuous sex with random gothic sluts...” replies Axis.

“Damn right!” responds King.

“...”

Crow grabs a clump of Myers’ jet-black hair and forces Matt Myers’ onto his feet. Crow applies a front face lock on Matt Myers, clenching it just as hard as before. Crow grabs a hold of Myers’ golden tights, and readies himself. The Antichrist Superstar is looking for the Natural Born Chaos brainbuster suplex; Crow heaves the Punk Rockstar vertically into the air! Myers sensing what is to come flails his legs in the air – struggling out of the move. He forces Crow to drop him down and try to heave him up again! Crow lets go out of front face lock and hits some big forearms on Myers’ back. Myers life drains out of his body again and he slumps down; Crow reapplies the front face lock and grabs hold of Myers’ tights again! Crow heaves him vertical, but the Punk Rockstar breaks out of the move and falls down behind Crow!

“Matt Myers breaks out of the Natural Born Chaos, lucky for him because that move is one of the most devastating in the Smarks Junior Leagues! Hey... what’s this?” says Axis, intently watching the action in the ring.

Myers pushes Crow into the ropes and applies a waistlock! Myers’ pulls backwards, trying to pin Crow in a reverse roll up! Crow grasps onto the ropes though, and Myers rolls backwards alone!

“Crow’s a clever cookie see, smoking those 13... 14 pounds of hash hasn’t affected his smarts one bit,” remarks King.

Crow turns around to see Matt Myers charging at him, he must think with haste. The “smarts” kick in once again as Crow ducks down and launches Matt Myers over the ropes and to the floor. Myers’ hits the floor with his feet but can’t retain his balance and falls to the floor – Crow turns around to the outside and eyes Matt Myers.

“Crow... stalking his prey with his eyes...” comments Axis, trying to build up intensity for the match – even though it needs no support as the crowd is completely and utterly involved in the match up.

Matt Myers slowly stands up again, dazed... Crow feels that it is time and grabs a hold of the ropes. He pulls back on the ropes, and jumps over the top rope to the outside! A picture perfect pescado – well except for the fact that the Punk Rockstar Matt Myers was playing possum and avoids the pescado at the last minute! Crow hits the thinly protected floor hard!

“It seems that Matt Myers is also smart too, King. He was playing possum, one of the oldest tricks in the book and Crow fell for it,” remarks Axis.

“Pffft... he likes punk, therefore he’s dumb...” replies King.

Matt Myers picks up the fallen wreck that is the Antichrist Superstar; Myers stands Crow up and throws a punch. Crow is knocked back a couple steps, Myers grabs hold on Crow’s head and drops down to hit a DDT on the floor! Crow is hurting now and Myers knows it, and he isn’t going to let the hurting stop now. He slides Crow into the ring and follows – Crow tries to crawl away from Myers, but it’s to no use as Myers drops a leg on the back of Crow’s head. Myers positions Crow accordingly, close to the turnbuckle on his back – perfect position for an aerial move.

“Matt Myers climbing the turnbuckle, and what are we going to see now!?” exclaims Axis.

“I bet you ten dollars Myers crotches himself...” remarks King.

“You’re on, King,” replies Axis.

The Punk Rockstar Matt Myers is on the top rope, looking down at Crow! The crowd roars and roars as Matt plays to the crowd, using his two fingers to create a flipping motion. Signalling for the Less Than Splash! Matt Myers jumps off the top rope, crouching into a ball and flipping forward 450 degrees!

“Bbeeautiful 450 Splash! The Less Than Splash!” shouts Axis.

“Wait, Crow got the knees up! Crow got the knees up! Now give me that ten dollars, I told you he’d fuck up!” exclaims King.

“You said he’d crotch himself, not fuck up, idiot! Matt Myers is down and clutching at his stomach, Crow’s knee aren’t the softest things to land on!” screams Axis.

Crow quickly jumps back on to his feet; another man can play possum too. He applies a front face lock on the fallen Myers and lifts him to his feet. Crow lifts him vertically in the air! Crow jumps up into the heavens and falls down onto his back! The Punk Rockstar’s head being driven into the mat at a neck-breaking angle! Crow hooks the leg!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE!

“Crow gets the first pinfall, King! He gets the first pinfall the Natural Born Chaos, and what an angle! Did you see the angle at which Myers landed!?” asks Axis, very excited and into the match.

“Yes I did, Axis! Crow, great wrestler! One of my favourites! And now it’s time for a Crow’s specialty... HARDCORE!! HARDCORE!!” exclaims King.

“You’re damn right, King. Crow definitely has the edge now, winning the straight singles match, which you’d think Myers would have won. Crow can now get into HIS environment, the hardcore environment and win this match,” reports Axis.

Crow shakes his head – clearing out some cobwebs from the first pinfall, and sharpening his mind for the next pinfall. Crow stands up and looks down at Matt Myers whose eyes are closed due to the vandalistic Natural Born Chaos manoeuvre. Thoughts flow through Crow’s mind, evil thoughts... sickly thoughts. Crow laughs in an almost evil manner, and slides out of the ring. Crow lifts up the curtain hiding the guts below the canvas, and pulls out some toys...

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Four...

Crow pulls out four glass light tubes from beneath the ring! The crowd roars in approval at this, as they see it’s time for bloodshed... lots of bloodshed. All four of the light tubes look a tad irregular, as if there is something inside of them and they’re also much longer than normal... but Crow pays no attention to it and re-enters the ring post haste.

“Four glass tubes, oh my god! I don’t like the looks of this, I think it’s it going to get ugly!” shouts Axis.

“Well of course it’s going to get ugly... idiot,” replies King, pffffting at Axis.

Crow sees that Matt Myers is beginning to stir, but ignores this and looks to do something else. He walks over the each turnbuckle, and places a light tube in each of the steel poles that hold the ropes and turnbuckles up. Matt Myers slides out of the ring while Crow does this. The light tubes stand erect in the poles, ready to create unspeakable amounts of pain. Crow looks around the ring, expecting to still see the Punk Rockstar lying in a heap on the mat, but no. Myers isn’t there... he’s gone. Crow rushes to the ropes on every side of the ring and looks at the outside, but Myers is no where to be found.

“Where the hell is he, Axis!? He just vanished! ... hey wait a minute... Matt Myers has the ring of power; he has the ring of power! He’s Sauron I tell you, he’s pure evil!” shouts King, scared and frightened.

Axis just looks at King with a “What the fark?” expression on his face.

“I watched Lord Of The Rings last night, leave me alone...” says King looking the other way.

Crow climbs out of the ring and walks around the outside and peering into the crowd; he is confused and does not know where the hell his opponent is. Suddenly... a figure with a chair in hand appears behind Crow, revealing himself from under the ring...

“King! Look! It’s Matt Myers; he was hiding under the ring! ... why was he hiding under the ring?” asks Axis, kind of confused. He is daft, you know.

Myers walks up behind Crow and taps on Crow’s shoulder. Crow’s face changes from one of confusion to one of “Shit” and he turns around! The Punk Rockstar Matt Myers spews a black mist into Crow’s face; Crow lets out a shout, the toxic spew blinding him and irritating his eyes immensely!

“THE BLACK MIST! THE BLACK MIST!” screams Axis, almost wetting his pants!

Matt Myers heaves the chair he holds back and brings it down hard on Crow’s skull! Crow flies back into the steel steps; and Myers bring the chair down again! Crow stumbles over the steel steps and falls onto the floor.

“Crow is busted WIIDDDDEEEE open here in the Gund Arena, he’s bleeding all over the place!” exclaims Axis.

“He’s hardcore, dammit! He bleeds to please!” shouts King.

Myers turns Crow onto his back and covers him cockily.

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TH..KICKOUT!!!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!” the crowd shouts.

Blood is streaming down Crow’s face... into his eyes, and mouth... dripping off his chin onto the floor. Matt Myers grabs Crow’s long black hair and throws him under the bottom rope and into the ring; Myers slides into the ring himself and presses Crow’s head down onto the mat with his foot. He scrapes his boot off Crow’s forehead, the wounds becoming bigger and bleeding even more. Myers drops his chair onto the ground.

“Crow is losing a tremendous amount of blood here right now... it’s almost sickening,” reports Axis.

Matt Myers turns Crow onto his back, and captures Crow’s legs under his arms pits. The Punk Rockstar falls down on his back and catapults Crow into the turnbuckle! Crow hits the turnbuckle – his arm nearly smacking into the glass light tube erected in the pole. Matt Myers picks up the chair he dropped, and raises it once again. He swings it back and brings it down on the back of Crow’s head; Crow screams and slumps forward onto the turnbuckle. Myers places the chair two metres away from the turnbuckle (setting it up for a move onto it); he reaches over Crow and pulls the light tube out from inside the pole.

“I don’t like the looks of this, King...” says Axis.

“Hey Axis? I thought we talked about you using that phrase,” remarks King, sort of angered.

The Punk Rockstar looks at the light tube and wonders what is inside it... he stops studying it and places it down on top of the chair. Myers walks back over to Crow, and turns his round – so Crow’s back is against the turnbuckle. Myers lifts Crow up onto the turnbuckle, Crow its there slumping back... and almost falling off. Matt Myers steps onto the first rope and then onto the second ropes; he applies a front face lock on Crow and grabs a hold of Crow’s black zip covered pants.

“Is this going to be what I think it’s going to be!?” asks Axis.

“No, Myers is not going to force Crow to give him oral, Axis...” replies King grinning very widely.

“...”

Matt Myers heaves Crow over his head and falls back on to the mat from the second rope! Crow flies down onto the ground, a spectacular visual is seen as his body breaks through the glass light tube and crunches on the chair! The light tube explodes open with a tremendous bang, and shards of glass fly out in all sorts of directions!

“...”

“GOOOD GOD I’M NOT A COMMIE! MATT MYERS JUST KEEEEEEELED CROW! A superplex off the top, down in a glass light tube.... That was filled with what is now revealed as broken shards of pane glass!” shouts Axis, jumping out of his seat.

“HARDCORE!! HARDCORE!! HARDCORE!!” exclaims King.

Both men are on the ground, both in pain... Crow especially. Crow writhes around on the mat, clutching as his back that has been once again destroyed and sliced up by glass! Matt Myers is recovering from the superplex and his previous match actions, his body wrecked with fatigue. Small cries and screams of agony escape from Crow’s mouth as he rolls out of the mess of glass, or should I say tries to. Glass shards are scattered around the ring and where ever he rolls glass is there.

“What carnage... what wrestling... what’s going to happen next!?” queries Axis.

“I know what is going to happen next, I’m going to have a drink of my Pepsi... my Pepsi Max. *swigs* Ahhhhh... Pepsi Max, no sugar, lots of poisons,” shills King.

The Punk Rockstar summons up his energy and moves over to Crow; Myers hooks the leg and covers Crow.

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THRE..KICKOUT!!!

“CROW KICKS OUT! CROW KICKS OUT! I DON’T KNOW HOW, I DON’T KNOW WHY, BUT CROW KICKS OUT!” screams Axis.

“DAMMIT Axis, why is it so hard to believe!? HE’S HARDCORE DAMMIT!” responds King.

Matt Myers slaps the mat with his right hand, ignoring the glass shards he’s slamming on and questions the count like never before! He eventually gets back to his feet, and picks up the bruised, bloody and battered Crow. The Punk Rockstar Matt Myers latches onto Crow’s arm and irish whips him to the ropes, Crow hits back first into the turnbuckle; Myers make a charge at Crow... but Crow moves out of the way! Myers runs headfirst into the turnbuckle and right back into the waiting arms of the bloody Antichrist Superstar! Crow grabs Myers in a waistlock and heaves him overheard, but Myers flips out and lands on his feet!

“Punk Rockstar Matt Myers escapes the german suplex in spectacular style!” says Axis.

Myers grabs Crow in a waistlock and pulls Crow backwards; Crow falls backwards with his shoulders down! Myers releases the waist lock and stands up, sitting on Crow’s legs – getting the cover on Crow with a reverse roll up.

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TH.. KICK OUT!

“Once again Crow kicks out, Myers trying the element of surprise that time, but it still didn’t work! What does Myers have to do to get the pinfall here!?” asks Axis.

“Impale him on Mr Galatea,” responds King cheekily.

“... I’m not going to even ask about what part of Mr Galatea,” replies Axis.

“His penis, of course,” remarks King anyway.

“I wish they’d get me a new colour commentator for at LEAST one show...” mutters Axis to himself.

Crow pushes Matt Myers off and rises to his feet, adrenaline now rushing through his veins. Myers is flung back into the turnbuckle; Crow latches onto Matt’s arm and whips him to the opposing turnbuckle! Crow runs rights after him! Myers avoids smacking into the turnbuckle by jumping up on to the turnbuckle and sets himself up for a moonsault back over Crow’s head! He grabs a hold of the glass light tube in front of him and flips back off the turnbuckle; Crow runs into the turnbuckle and turns around...

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... ONLY TO BE HIT WITH A GLASS LIGHT TUBE FILLED WITH GLASS SHARDS! The light tubes breaks over the side of Crow’s face; Crow screams the most agonising scream heard since Spike Jenkins' scream in the D@mnation In A Box match. Matt Myers drops the broken remains of the light tube and scoops Crow up into the Death Valley Driver position. Myers throws Crow’s legs out, swings him round front and slams his down – very much like a Michinoku Driver. Matt Myers hooks the leg and covers.

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“Matt Myers wins the second pinfall, the hardcore pinfall after dismantling Crow with an assortment of moves! Getting the pinfall after smashing Crow in the face and nailing the Good Charlotte driver on glass shards,” reports Axis.

“Sooo many glass... so much blood, I tell ya, they better get the mat cleaned before the world title match,” says King.

Matt Myers wastes no time in getting out the table, he quickly slides out and pulls out a table. He’s round near the entranceway and sets it up approximately two metres away from the ring. Myers slides back into the ring and wretches Crow on to his feet via hair pulling; the Punk Rockstar throws Crow out of the ring.

“Myers is looking to end this match quickly, already attempting to put Crow through a table,” reports Axis.

Matt Myers places Crow on top of the set up table... Crow is starting to stir a bit more so Myers gives him a few elbows to the throat just for good measure. Matt goes to the crowd and asks for a Crow, more than 5 are picked up and handed to him – but he only takes one... he only needs one. He places this chair on Crow’s stomach and climbs back on to the apron, he plays to the crowd - sticking his hands up in the air and making hand motions.

“The Punk Rockstar is signalling for REEL BIG JUMP, King! This match is going to be over!” exclaims Axis.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Axis,” replies King pointing to his monitor.

It’s Crow! He jumps off the table and punches Matt Myers in the crotch; Myers hunches over clutching at his crown jewels. Crow is bleeding from an uncountable amount of wounds... on his face and on his back; some more scarring will soon join the scars already present on his back. Crow jumps up onto the apron where Myers stands, he pushes Myers back up and smacks him with a brutal knife edged chop!

“Ooh... I heard the blood vessels burst with that one,” says Axis.

Crow hits another, and another! Myers clutches at his chest and his groin, the two parts aching in their own ways. Crow applies a front face lock on Myers with his left arm...

“Holy shit, Axis... he wouldn’t... would he? No... He wouldn’t... no way in hell would he... ...OH MY GOD!” screams King in total shock.

Crow heaves Myers up off the apron, getting some extra elevation; Crow jumps off the apron and falls backward on to the thinly protected concrete floor! The Punk Rockstar Matt Myers’ forehead gets driven hard into the ground, and Crow hits the floor with a loud thwack – the sound of skin against thin mats.

“OH MY GOD! A FUCKIN’ HUGE DDT OFF THE APRON TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!” shouts King.

“I think this match is over, King,” simple says Axis, fearing the crippling of Matt Myers.

Both wrestlers... Crow and Matt Myers are down... hurting, in agony... unbearable pain – any normal man would cry and cry, but not these two. Crow is the first to stir... an extremely slow rise to his feet, one of the slowest rises Crow has ever done. He hoists the almost unconscious Matt Myers onto his shoulder; Crow lays him down upon the table. Crow grabs the chair he pushed off himself when he got up off the table before and climbs back onto the apron. He steps up the ropes, reaching the top rope and standing on it – chair in hand.

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He looks back to see Matt Myers still lying half dead on the table and realises it’s time to go. Crow holds the chair to his chest and leaps backwards, arching his back and flipping over!

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“CROW WINS! CROW WINS THE PERFECT CHALLENGE MATCH! AND WHAT AN AMAZING WAY TO FINISH IT! A TOP ROPE EVENFLOW CHAIR-AIDED MOONSAULT TO THE OUTSIDE! CRUSHING MATT MYERS THROUGH THE TABLE!” screams Axis, his voice almost breaking out in squeal.

Referee Matthew Kivell rings the bell and Funyon announces Crow as the winner. Kivell helps Crow up from the pile of trash he made and raises his arm. The crowd boos and cheers, but this time there are more cheers... cheers for the two competitors who put on a brutal and hard fought match up.

“Oh my god, Axis. That rocked so hard... even when I wasn’t involved!” says King, still excitable.

“That was an excellent match up, I don’t know how Mike Van Siclen and Janus is going to beat this match... but somehow I have a feeling that they will,” reports Axis.

Crow has his cigarette packet brought to him by the timekeeper; he lights a cigarette up and celebrates his great victory. Crow leans down to Matt Myers, lying lifeless in front of him...

“Punk Rockstar? Heh... you’ve now been victimised by the Antichrist Superstar... keep it metal, friend.”

Medical teams come down to the ring, and help Matt Myers out to the back... as Crow, still bleeding and still with glass in all parts of his body calming walks up the ramp and to backstage.

“Janus vs Mike Van Siclen... gooooooo Mike!!!” shouts King.

“Why Mike, King?” rebuts Axis.

“Cause Janus is Australian,” replies King.

“Crow is Australian... but he’s one of your favourites...?” queries Axis.

“Yeah... but he pays me off,” responds King.

The two commentators continue to banter on as SJL Crimson fades out to a commercial break, featuring Michael Craven advertising the new extra small ribbed condoms.

February 28, 2003

SJL Crimson comes back on the air with the roar of the fans filling the arena, waving signs like "Crow is my Drug" and "MVS > HOSS". As it pans down towards the announce table, several more signs catch the camera's attention, but none so vivid as a sign held by multiple people, showing a picture of Perfect Bo, and scrawled beneath - "Perfect Challenge - Pay Tribute!". Finally, the camera reaches the announce table, where Axis sniffs and wipes a small tear from his eye. The Suicide King pats his shoulder, and then realises they're on air.

Suicide King: "Stop sobbing you Aussie imbecile!"

Axis: "That last match...it just brought back...memories."

Suicide King: "Crow and Matt ripped each other apart in a tribute to Bo, get over it!"

Somehow it is visible that the Suicide King's heart is not in that insult, and Axis and he exchange a silent glance for a moment before they compose themselves and look back towards the camera.

Axis: "Coming up next, we have the main event for tonight's Crimson! The reigning champion must defend his title against the person he defeated to win it in the first place, the giant known as Janus!"

Suicide King: "Mike beat Janus before! I give the giant props for crushing Dace, but he won't be able to beat Mike again! Especially in a match like this! It's a Canadian Deathmatch!"

Axis: "....Neither are Canadian, you know. Mike's American and Janus is Australian"

The Suicide King pauses and stares at Axis oddly, and blusteringly covers with an 'I knew that' before he continues.

Suicide King: "Mike's better at getting pinfalls than Janus! The Aussie hoss just crushes things!"

Suddenly, the arena is plunged into darkness, and the crowd alternates between cheers and whoos into the darkness as the Smarktron shows an image of a young man, with his hair recently dyed white. As the strains of Fear Factory's "Resurrection" echo through the arena, cracks slowly begin to weave through the image, and blue pyros start fountaining up on either side of the ramp. Before Funyon can speak, the voice of Burton C. Bell carries through the arena.

"Consumed with memories...

That preceded today...

Given a chance to bereave..

Life that's slipping AWAAAAAAAAAAAY!!"

As the heavy riffs roar out of the speakers, the crack-riddled image explodes into fragments, revealing the face of Janus as he is now, with a scowl on his face. His name flashes up in green text, and it proceeds to play clips of some of his more brutal spots, as the giant steps out onto the rampway, lit only by a spotlight as Funyon lifts up his microphone.

Funyon: "The following contest....is a CANADIAN DEAAAAAATHMATCH, for the SMARKS JUNIOR LEAGUE WORRRRLD TITLE! Introducing first, from Sydney Australia! The challenger, he weighs three hundred and fifty pounds, is the sole member of the Junior League Magnificent Seven, and calls himself the Hell Machine....JAAAAAAAAANUS!"

Funyon pauses to catch his breath as Janus stalks down to the ring, each set of blue pyros going out as he walks past them. Flexing his muscles, he climbs up onto the ropes and looks around the darkened arena before climbing into the ring and thrusting his arms into the air....and with a loud explosion, a pillar of blue fire explodes from each turnbuckle simultaneously as the lights come back on. Janus stands in the ring, and then steps to the ropes closest to the entrance ramp, staring expectantly and waiting...

Axis: "Janus looking like he's ready to tear into the champion when he appears!"

Suicide King: "He lost once, he'll lose again! For all you twats at home, it's not the pinfalls that count in this match, it's the COUNT! The first person to get ten 'points' wins the match and the title!"

Axis: "And there's no disqualifications or countouts, folks!"

Before the Suicide King can respond, he's interrupted by the four cymbals and guitar riff that begins Dark Tranquility's “Damage Done”, and the lights drop out once more as blue strobes flicker in the air. Finally, with gold glittering around his waist, Mike Van Siclen steps onto the ramp in an acid green jacket, arms lifted into the air as he spins around cockily, grinning and showing off the title to the crowd, that respond by booing him ferociously.

Funyon: "And the opponent! From Harrison Illinois and weighing two hundred and thirty seven pounds! He is the S....J...L WORRRRLD CHAAAAMPION.....The "Spectacular" One.....MIIIIIKE VAAAAAAAN SIIIIICLEN!"

Axis: "Mike getting the heavy boos just like Janus did!"

Suicide King: "He doesn't care about the fans! He only cares about.....hey!!"

As Mike completes his spin cycle and begins to cockily strut towards the ring as the lights come up once more, the first thing he sees is the bottom of a boot as Janus charges up the ramp with revenge on his mind! Before the champion can duck, he finds the sole of Janus' size 13 boot planted firmly into his jaw, sending him crashing to the ground in a heap! Grabbing a handful of hair, Janus drags Mike back to his feet and swings him around in a high-momentum Irish whip that sends Mike charging towards the ring, with Janus following close behind, arm extended for a lariat.

However, Mike skids and dives into the ring, rolling across the canvas and getting up, quickly shucking out of his jacket and dropping the title as Janus comes to a halt near the apron. Without even a thought, Mike charges and springboards off the ropes, kicking his feet out to catch the giant in the face with a springboard dropkick. Janus reels back, and Mike pulls himself up and stands before the apron, waiting for the giant to charge. Predictably, Janus does so, and Mike falls low for a drop toe hold - but the giant blocks by planting his hands firmly on the apron, and glares down at Mike before planting a few heavy stomps into the champion's knee! Mike rolls away with a grimace, and his seven foot foe grabs him by the hair, and rolls into the ring, pulling the champion with him and prompting referee Ced Ordonez to ring the bell and start the match!

*DINGDINGDING!*

Axis: "And we're finally underway! Janus unable to contain his rage at Mike and tearing up the ramp to take him on, and now the match is in the ring and properly underway!"

On the Smarktron, in the top left corner of the screen, appears the face of Mike Van Siclen, with the number "0" next to it. In the lower right, Janus' grim expression appears, also with a zero next to it, signifying just how many points both superstars so far.

Suicide King: "That was a cheap tactic by Janus. A good move when done by anyone else, but he's an Australian, and they always suck at cheating."

Strangely enough, Axis doesn't correct his compatriot on that one, as the seven foot challenger lifts Mike to his feet and throws him into the turnbuckle, following in with a leg raised for another big boot! Mike shows great intelligence in ducking aside, and Janus kicks nothing but turnbuckle - and the slightly pained look on his face shows he wasn't pleased. Quickly getting behind the giant, Van Siclen wraps his arms around his opponent's waist and heaves back, trying to lift him for a German suplex. However, as Mike realises that he's not going to be able to lift three hundred plus pounds, an elbow comes swinging around to crack him in the side of the head, making him reel back. Janus turns to face Van Siclen, arms extending to enfold him in a crushing bearhug....that turns into an inverted atomic drop that makes Mike whimper in pain.

As Mike holds his wounded naughty bits, Janus lumbers to the ropes and bounces back, smashing the unfortunate Van Siclen in the back of the head with a stiff lariat and toppling him to the canvas! The giant follows up by planting a boot in the fallen Mike's back, and leaning down, grabs his arms and heaves, torquing his foe's arms and spine as he holds the standing surfboard submission! Mike arghs in agony, shaking his head and gritting his teeth.

Axis: "Janus with the surfboard submission! But Mike can't tap out, and there's no rope breaks in this match!"

Suicide King: "What!? Stupid no-DQ matches...he'll tear Mike in half!"

Referee Ced Ordonez tells Janus that he can't win this way, and the giant pauses in thought before letting go of the submission, listening to Van Siclen whimper a little at the pain in his body, then suck it up and roll away, slowly getting back to his feet. Sizing up the champion, Janus stalks forward and raises his hand in the air in order to put Mike down with a chokeslam...but the giant's eyes widen, and his pupils shrink in surprise....

...as Van Siclen blatantly kicks the giant between the legs! Ordonez chastises Mike, but Van Siclen shrugs and ignores it as the giant doubles over, holding his crotch. Getting handfuls of white hair in his hands, Mike jumps, and uses the momentum to nail a double-handed facebuster into the canvas! Rather than even Thinking this will keep Janus down, Siclen springs back to his feet and heads around to the giant's legs....and grabbing each one, he snaps them apart with a double-leg wishbone! The move leaves the male crowd whimpering in pain, and Janus gasping with an almost agonised look on his face as Mike plants a foot between the giant's legs, just above the groin, and applies pressure while pulling back.

Suicide King: "Rectal stretch! He's torquing every bloody muscle in the giant's lower body and legs!"

Axis: "That's gonna keep Janus from most of his offense, if he can't even stand on his own two feet!"

Indeed, the giant arghs and twists on the ground, before bunching up his leg muscles and pushing - and Siclen loses his grip, stumbling back and falling right on his arse! Janus slowly sits up, with a grimace on his face, holding his abdomen and tenderly rubbing his thighs before he slowly begins to climb back to his feet. Thinking fast, Siclen pops up and hits the ropes, leaping and hitting Janus with a spinning wheel kick that knocks the unsteady giant right back down! Hooking one monsterous leg, Mike looks up at referee Ced Ordonez as he drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

TH....

Janus bench presses Mike straight off him, and the crowd ooooohs. The Suicide King eagerly watches the Smarktron, but the points count doesn't change, and he looks irritated. Before he can make a comment about referee inadequacy, Axis speaks for him.

Axis: "It's only three counts that count towards the score here, folks!"

Suicide King: "Stupid! Mike would be ahead by now if not for that!"

Both superstars have reached their feet again, Janus staggering a little at the pain running through his legs and pelvic area. Getting his balance, Janus charges at Mike, who falls to the floor for a second drop toe hold - and this time Janus doesn't fall for it at all, stepping Over Siclen's legs, and then throwing himself into the air! The SJL champion's eyes widen, right before a thick leg crashes right down onto his face as Janus drills him with a standing legdrop! Holding his possibly pulverised face, Siclen arghs as Janus covers him laterally, hooking both legs!

ONE!

TWO!!

Mike tries to ignore the pain in his face and kick out with his legs, but he's a nanosecond too late and...

THREE!!!

The Smarktron blows a horn, and the number 3 replaces the zero next to Janus' name. The giant rolls off Mike Van Siclen and gets slowly to his feet, as Mike takes his hands off his face and starts to get up as well, holding his jaw and nose alternately. Both facial parts look rather bruised from that legdrop, and he and the giant stare each other down grimly.

Suicide King: "Arrrgh! Janus is in the lead!"

Axis: "He's eviller than Mike is, and you're booing him!? Give me one good reason!"

Suicide King: "He's Australian! That's reason enough!"

Axis: "He's a bloody brutal one....not exactly a picture perfect Aussie."

Wincing as he balances on his legs, Janus races forward and extends his arm for a lariat - but Mike drives a stiff kick into the charging monstrosity's abdomen, making him arch and grimace. Reaching up, Mike hooks Janus around the neck, and then twists around, dropping the giant flat to the ground with a swinging neckbreaker! The giant arghs in pain as Mike gets up and wavers before ascending the turnbuckle, lifting himself up high and flinging his body into the air....

Suicide King: "Van Siclen Guillotine!!"

Axis: "Right down on Janus' throat!"

Indeed, the guillotine legdrop has landed on Janus' throat, and the giant thrashes slightly, rolling away from Mike as the SJL champion holds his own leg after hitting that move, and instead of scuttling over to cover, he stands, limping a little, and waits for Janus to start rising again! Sure enough, wincing and gasping, not even looking for his foe, Janus begins to rise to his feet, and Siclen steps up behind him, grabbing the giant's arms and lifting them up to wrap around his throat! The giant shakes his head at this development...

...charges backwards to try and ram something to make Siclen let go...

...and hits the ropes, the combined weight of the giant and Mike sending them teetering over the top rope and crashing to the floor, Janus sandwiching Siclen between his body and the mat! Mike arghs in pain at the impact, and the giant rolls off him, trying to catch his breath. Janus crawls towards the ring steps, leaning on them and holding his throat, getting air back into his punished neck. Mike however goes the other way, clambering to his feet using the guardrail, and shoving Funyon off his chair, folding up the steel weapon and sliding back into the ring. Ced Ordonez tries to make Mike let go of the weapon, but Siclen yells "NO DISQUALIFICATIONS" at him and keeps the chair ready as Janus figures out where his opponent is and slides back into the ring, getting up on one knee before....

*CRACK!*

Siclen pastes him in the skull with the chair! Janus shakes his head, gritting his teeth, and Siclen does it again!

*CRACK!*

This time, Janus flops to the canvas, groaning and holding his skull. Dropping the chair, Siclen drapes himself across the giant and hooks a leg, grabbing a bunch of the giant's tights in the process as Ordonez drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEE!!

Axis: "Hey! Siclen had the tights, goddamit!!"

Suicide King: "No disqualifications, anything goes, Axis! Bwahaha!"

Janus had tried to kick out, but the tights Siclen was holding had prevented it, and the kickout was weak thanks to his head damage! The little marker next to Siclen's name also clicks up to three, and cockily, the SJL champion hooks Janus' leg and tights once more in hope of getting another sneaky fall, and Ordonez drops down to make the count again!

ONE!

TWO!

TH...

This time, Janus' kickout is more authorative, and the count is broken! Siclen sighs as Janus rolls away, and as the giant gets up, Siclen kicks the chair into position and hooks the giant's head, signalling for a DDT and possibly the Code Red...but that is broken up as Janus wraps his arms around Mike's waist and hoists him up onto the air....staggering on his feet...before crushing him into the unforgiving steel chair with a high-angle spinebuster! Siclen screams in agony and holds his spine, and Janus wastes no time at the opportunity presented to him, and he dives on top of Siclen to make the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE....

Siclen manages to kick out, much to the giant's unhappiness, and Janus grabs the chair as he stands. Looking at Mike arghing in pain on the ground, the giant lifts the chair up with a grim expression on his face...

...and begins to pulverise Mike's knees with it, slamming the chair down again and again, first on one knee, then the other, alternating between the two with every strike! Before he can cause any extreme damage, Ordonez yanks the chair from his hands and throws it from the ring. Siclen is screaming in agony by the time Janus is done, and the giant looks at Ordonez and the thrown away chair for a moment before turning his attention to Mike. As he drops to cover Van Siclen, the champion rakes his fingers over Janus' eyes and rolls the giant over, lifting his battered legs onto the ropes for leverage! Ordonez goes down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

TH...

Siclen's legs, still throbbing in pain from the chairshot punishment, are unable to maintain the leverage and slip off the ropes, but Janus authoratively kicks out moments after this happens, so it doesn't matter as he presses Mike up into the air and off him again as both superstars pause to catch their breath, sprawling on the canvas. Both of them seem winded by the intensity of the action so far...or perhaps it's just the fact they've clobbered each other with steel chairs that's taken their energy away.

Axis: "This match is going on intensely, King! These two aren't even thinking!"

Suicide King: "And the more they do it the better ratings! Keep carrying him, Mike!"

Janus is first to start getting up, as Mike groans and tries to massage feeling into his legs, curling up into a fetal position. Seeing the giant slowly rising, Siclen grabs the turnbuckles and starts to climb to his feet as well, to be met by a hand locking around his throat. However, Janus doesn't chokeslam Mike - instead, he lifts him above his head, displaying his awesome strength with a gorilla press, throwing Mike halfway across the ring! Siclen slides across the canvas, grabbing the ropes and using them to get up, standing haltingly on aching legs. Janus stalks towards him like a beast that smells blood...

...and when he reaches Siclen, Mike springs into the air with a spinning wheel kick to Janus' throat! The giant wheezes and staggers at the attack on his already battered neck, doubling over and rubbing his throat. Mike sprawls on the ground, groaning in pain, holding his legs.

Axis: "Not the wisest move by Mike Van Siclen! Janus damaged his legs with those chairshots earlier, and it's showing!"

Suicide King: "Just like Janus can barely breath thanks to Mike!"

Grimacing, the giant looks towards the timekeeper's table towards the belt that sits there, and stretches his arms out to either side in a T, before swinging them back and forth in preparation. As Van Siclen woozily climbs up using the turnbuckle, he finds his arms encaptured in a full-nelson, as Janus grits his teeth and throws himself back, bringing Siclen over his head with a full nelson suplex....

...and not letting go! Grimacing after the impact of his own head hitting canvas during the suplex, Janus drags Mike up, still holding the full nelson, and hits a second rolling full-nelson suplex! This time, the giant takes a moment longer to recover, and gets back up....gritting his teeth....and delivers a third full-nelson suplex....a RELEASED ONE!

Axis: "CHAINS!"

Crowd: "OF!"

Suicide King: "PAAAAAIN!"

Janus sprawls on the ground for several moments, holding his head after executing the two rolling and one released full-nelson suplex, before looking over towards where Van Siclen is also clutching his head. The giant sits up, slowly, and begins a steady crawl, draping himself over the form of the SJL champion, hooking a leg! Ordonez drops down to see Mike's shoulders, and...

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

The counter next to Janus' face goes up to six, and the bell rings again to signify the giant has scored another three points. He considers for a moment, then hooks Mike's leg again...but even before the referee can begin the count, Siclen reaches up to rake Janus' eyes! The challenger rolls away, holding his face as Mike slides out of the ring, hobbling on two legs, to retrieve the chair from earlier and slide it back into the ring.

Axis: "Janus is up to six compared to Van Siclen's three! He's in the lead once more!"

Suicide King: "If anyone in this match gives a fuck about the ratings, Mike will win!"

The chair, however, does not come into effect, as Janus lunges to his feet, catching Siclen by surprise as he climbs into the ring - surprise because Janus Gores him right back out and to the floor! The giant follows him, slipping between the first and second ropes and dropping down to the ground, rubbing the back of his neck as if it bothered him, and pulling Mike back to his feet...

...only to receive another kick to the private parts! He groans and doubles over, as Ced Ordonez leans out of the ring in order to let Mike have it with some verbal words on kicking people below the belt. Mike shrugs off the reprimand, grabbing the giant's arm and swinging him towards the steel steps - but the giant reverses, sending Siclen barrelling into the stairs knees first, making him crumple to the ground in agony, curled up in the fetal position and hugging his battered legs.

Axis: "That HAD to hurt...Mike looking for a whip into the steel stairs, but Janus used his bulk to resist and throw Mike instead!"

Suicide King: "Janus might've shattered Mike's knees there! That's going to be bad for Siclen once he retains! How'll he defend the title with his knees ruined?"

Axis: "That's IF he retains, King."

The giant steps over to where Van Siclen is sprawled on the ground, reaching down and dragging him up, locking a hand around his throat and lifting him into the air, holding him over where the steel stairs are in pieces, preparing to chokeslam his opponent right down on the hard, unforgiving steel. At least, that had been the giant's plan before Siclen had swung himself back and forth in the giant's grasp, driving a boot into the forehead of Janus and making the giant let go! Siclen lands awkwardly on the ground, whimpering and half falling over at the pain soaring through his battered legs, but he finally gets back up and hooks the giant's head in a DDT position, before swinging his body around 180º and driving an elbow into the back of Janus' neck, and driving the giant's head into the steel steps! There's an audible CLANG, a cry from Janus, and a yell from Mike.

Axis: "I didn't quite see that over there! I think he just hit the Code Red on the stairs!"

Suicide King: "That'll show Janus for being too cocky and underestimating Mike Van Siclen!"

Axis: "What is it that Janus says? Confident, cocky, lazy, dead?"

Suicide King: "Yeah, and HE's the dead one."

The camera comes back to the carnage that just occurred, showing Janus sprawled on the thin matting, holding the back of his neck with one hand and the front with the other, eyes closed and face a grimace of pain, and then to Mike Van Siclen, sprawled on the steel, gritting his teeth and trying to will himself back to his feet. Since the match is no disqualification, Ced Ordonez can't call for a countout, and instead must wait until the two superstars rise to their feet.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Janus sits up, and reaches out blindly to grab the apron. Using it as an aid, he begins to pull himself up and drag himself into the ring, as Van Siclen stirs and finds the guts to sit up and start crawling for another part of the apron to also pull himself into the ring. The camera pans between the two as they enter the ring from different angles, then on the ring itself...where the forgotten steel chair lies.

Axis: "There's the steel chair that's played such a painful role in this match!"

Suicide King: "It should either be removed or used by the guy that makes the ratings grow!"

Axis: "And that would be?"

Suicide King: "Mike Van Siclen, of course!"

Janus spots the chair and half-rises to his feet, reaching for it, but Siclen slides into the ring and grabs it first! Both on their knees, the superstars stare at each other, and then Siclen lifts up the chair again to blast Janus in the skull! The giant teeters on his knees, but doesn't fall, and Mike drops the chair, rising to his feet and dragging Janus with him. Trying to balance on his legs, Mike tenses his muscles and attempts to lift Janus up!

Axis: "What the hell is Siclen doing?"

Suicide King: "Whatever it is, he's going to put the wimpy challenger down for good!"

Axis: "Actually.....no way! He's going for the Van Slaminator! ON JANUS!"

Mike indeed is doing this, trying to lift Janus up into the air and into proper position for the Van Slaminator. The champion's legs shudder as he feels the pain run through them, but he perserveres, grunting and groaning....and finally, lifting Janus up into position! He can barely hold it though, instantly dropping the giant down on his skull, and onto the steel chair!

Axis: "VAN SLAMINATOR! ON THE CHAIR!"

Suicide King: "It's over! Janus is DEAD! He has to be! Just plain freaking DEAD!"

Janus crumples to the ground in a heap, his breath coming in laboured gasps as Siclen collaspes, clutching his legs at the strain they just went through. Gritting his teeth through the agony, Siclen drags his body across and drapes his upper body over the giant's, and Ordonez drops down to look at the unmoving, yet breathing giant's shoulders.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Siclen's counter goes up to six, and Siclen lifts his arms before flopping them back over Janus' body. The giant hadn't even tried to kick out - the Van Slaminator had, perhaps, knocked him completely out cold. Once more, keeping an eye on the shoulders of Janus in case they move, Ced Ordonez makes the count for another time!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

And Van Siclen's counter goes up to nine! Feeling a surge of adrenaline at the smell of success that is in the air, Mike lifts himself up a bit, leaning to look in Janus' face as he cockily sprawls on top of the giant, smirking into those glazed eyes as Ordonez goes down for the three count once more! The fans at ringside can see the smirk on Siclen's face, and start up a chant that begins to ring through the arena.

"SICLEN SUCKS!"

ONE!

Suicide King: "Mike's got this won!!"

TWO!!

Axis: "This pinfall is merely academic!"

THRE.....?

The crowd roars in surprise, and Ordonez reels back in fear as Janus' arm shoots off the canvas, a hand closing around Siclen's throat! The glazed look fades away, and the giant growls like an animal, sitting up. Mike makes a swipe at the giant's throat, but can't get a clear shot thanks to the chokehold, and Janus slowly gets to his feet, swaying like a drunken monstrosity as the pain reels through his head and neck.....but it doesn't distract him from lifting Siclen off the canvas and nailing a thunderous chokeslam! Maintaining his grip, Janus drags Siclen up, seemingly going for one of his other Chains, this time, the Chains of Defeat! But the prediction isn't true as Janus merely lifts Siclen into the air and chokeslams him again, before dropping across his body for the pinfall!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

And the counter next to Janus' face goes up to nine as well! The crowd goes wild as they realise this match is going to be the closest thing ever! At the announce table, the Suicide King is going nearly apopletic with surprise, obviously displeased that Janus is back up on his feet and still ready to destroy anything and everything that is in his path.

Suicide King: "What's Janus doing up!? You were supposed to stay down, dammit!"

Axis: "Can't beat that indomitable Aussie spirit, King!"

Suicide King: "Fuck you, Axis!"

The Australian announcer's reply to this is cut off as the attention goes back to the ring, because Janus looks down at the groaning and squirming form of Mike Van Siclen, and with the slow, methodical grace that one can only expect of a seven foot behemoth, the giant lumbers towards the ropes, and bends the first and second ones aside, standing on the apron for a moment. Once more, he looks towards the timekeeper's table where the Smarks Junior League World Title sits, and then he smiles grimly to himself and turns towards the turnbuckle....and begins ascending.

Axis: "Hang on! What's Janus doing!?"

Suicide King: "That big oaf is going up to the top! He wants to see if he can fly!"

Indeed, Janus has perched up on the top rope, balancing carefully, trying not to let pain and fatigue overcome him as he clears the sweat from his eyes and looks down at the ring to gauge how far he is from the fallen body of Mike Van Siclen. As he bunches his leg muscles, Mike suddenly kips up and springs to his feet and the crowd roars in surprise, and Janus stares. The champion puts on a burst of speed despite his damaged legs and mounts the ropes, perching on the second turnbuckle and punching Janus several times in the face!

The giant will have none of this however, and wraps both arms around Siclen in a bearhug, lifting him up and beginning to twist him around as the crowd recognises what Janus is setting up and cheers nonetheless for the move.

"DARKNESS FALLS!"

Janus twists Van Siclen around, holding him in belly to belly position with a grim expression on his face. That expression fades into one of pained surprise as Siclen drives his arm into the giant's genitals, making him argh in pain and sit on the top turnbuckle - and Mike slips free, flipping to hit the floor and grimacing in pain at the shockwaves of pain that race through his legs. However, with victory so near, Mike Van Siclen will not let anything distract him from victory, and he mounts the turnbuckles again, locking Janus in DDT position and lifting his arm to signal for the Code Red!

Axis: "Janus went for his old finisher, the 'Darkness Falls'! But Siclen stopped him with a blow to the grapefruits!"

Suicide King: "And now he'll show how good a champion he is by hitting the Code Red on Janus off the top rope! Mwahhahaha!"

Perching, Siclen hoists Janus up slowly, the giant's position shifting as his legs are moved from second turnbuckle to top turnbuckle, his balance precarious as Mike lifts his arm in preparation to nail the Code Red, but Janus resists! Siclen's eyes widen in surprise as the thought-to-be-stunned giant comes back to life, hooking a front facelock of his own and lifting the surprised Mike Van Siclen up into the air! Janus stands on the top turnbuckle precariously while holding Mike waaaaaaay above his head with a stalling vertical suplex!

Axis: "That's the precursor for....he WOULDN'T!"

Suicide King: "Jesus fuck no, Janus, don't you DARE do that! Injuring a World champion would do horrible things to the ratings!"

Axis: "He's twisting Mike around! By god.....NO!"

The cries of the commentators are unheeded as Janus wavers on the top rope, but shifts the struggling Mike into position as the crowd hushes quietly. He lets Mike go, letting him drop into belly-to-belly position...

...as the giant steps off the top rope, kicking his legs from under him....

....and falling in a sitout position straight to the canvas with Siclen in his grasp, pulverising Mike's head and neck into the ring with a Rage Unleashed screwdriver off the top rope! The champion's body crumples like an accordion, flopping to the ground like so much jelly. The crowd and the commentators, and even the referee Ced Ordonez, are in shock as Janus rolls Mike over and pins him laterally!

ONE!

TWO!!

The crowd's eyes go to the Smarktron, where both Janus and Mike are tied at nine points each...then back to the ring at Siclen's limp body under Janus' bulk as the referee's hand comes down a third time!

THREE!!!

The counter besides Janus' name goes up to twelve, flashing as it goes past ten, and the Smarktron starwipes as Fear Factory's "Resurrection" blasts out across the speakers! Holding his tailbone, Janus rises slowly to his feet as Ordonez slides out of the ring to grab the title belt. Funyon, still standing since Mike stole his chair, lifts the microphone.

Funyon: "The WINNER of this bout...and NEW.....SMARKS JUNIOR LEAGUE....WORRRRRRRLD CHAMPION.......JAAAAAANUS!"

Referee Ced Ordonez grabs Janus' hand, making the giant lift his other one aggressively, almost as if he was going to strike Ordonez for even touching him, before the referee thrusts the World Title belt into his grasp. The giant lowers his fist, holding the belt with both hands and staring at it in grim silence, as a mixture of boos and cheers rain down from the crowd. Cheers from the Siclen-haters, and boos from those twats who hate the Magnificent Seven.

Suicide King: "Look at poor Mike! With him down like that, the ratings will plummet!"

Axis: "Janus is the champion, King. Doesn't that mean injuring HIM would be bad for ratings?"

Suicide King: "True, but Siclen's injury is going to hurt ratings!"

Finally, the giant just lets out an almost bestial roar of success and holds the title above his head, grinning like a madman. The camera zooms in on Janus' face, then to the belt he's holding, and then pans to get a shot of both champion and championship belt. The strains of Fear Factory's "Resurrection" seem to fade out for a moment, and is then replaced....by the heavy riffage of Soilwork's "Natural Born Chaos"! Janus turns his head towards the rampway, as both the announcers are on their feet in surprise!

Axis: "That's Crow's music!"

Suicide King: "What's that fucking bird doing down here!?"

Slinging the belt over his shoulder, Janus picks up the battered wreck of a steel chair that remains in the ring, watching the rampway with a grim expression. However, that isn't where the Antichrist Superstar comes from - instead, Crow leaps the railings and slides into the ring behind Janus, holding another steel chair! As Janus senses movement behind him and turns around, Crow charges and swings the chair, and there's a loud CRASH...

...as Janus parries with his own chair, slamming it into Crow's, both chairs locked against each other as the crowd is on their feet, yelling and whooping maniacally. Both superstars grimace and stare at each other intently, Janus' cold green eyes boring into the intense dark brown, almost black eyes of Crow. Finally, both of them pull back with their chairs, lowering the weapons and simply STARING at each other....

The camera freezes frame on this image as the SWF logo comes up in the corner of the camera screen to signal the end of SJL Crimson...

February 28, 2003

A barnburner of a show, folks. Read it yourselves.

SJL Crimson!!!

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