Wrath Matches That Didn't Make The Cut.

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On a side note, I've proven how a non-submission wrestler sucks in submission matches.

 

The cameras come back to a cheering crowd on SJL Wrath, waving around the obligatory signs for those at home to see! Signs such as "Bring the Horrorcore!" and "SJL > SWF" for the generic wrestling fan, and for those who favoured the specific wrestlers, the signs are such as "The Blood Bank *hearts* Crow" and "Spike = Next Champion!". The most impressive sign of the night is a collaborative effort from a group of people, and the sign actually shows Judge Mental, Ejiro, Fugue and Janus all standing together. "Judge = Justice, Ejiro = Rule, Fugue = Jury, Janus = Executioner!". After studying this sign for several moments, we finally pan to ringside to catch Axis and the Suicide King, everyone's favourite pair of commentators, arguing as per usual!

 

Axis: "So Crow pays you in hash, not money??"

 

Suicide King: "I get paid enough as it is, with this job and being commissioner and all, Axis!"

 

The Aussie notices something that King doesn't, and speaks quickly, voice low but still caught.

 

Axis (hissing): "Camera!"

 

Suicide King: "Much more than these dingbat fans will!"

 

Axis: "Nice recovery... welcome back to SJL Wrath everyone! Last week, Janus defeated Mike Van Siclen for the title with a BRUTAL screwdriver off the top rope...but Mike wants revenge and is cashing in his rematch clause!"

 

Suicide King: "In a painful looking match that he specifically requested! We have a steel cage, with no door, and win by submission only!"

 

Axis: "I wonder if Mike was in his right state of mind. He'll be trapped in a cage with one of the biggest, nastiest monsters in the SJL...."

 

Suicide King: "Come on, since when does Janus know how to wrestle a submissions match?"

 

Before the banter between the commentators can continue, the four quick cymbals and even quicker guitar riff that heralds the beginning of Dark Tranquility's "Damage Done" echoes through the arena, and the lights go out and blue strobes begins to flash in time with the music. Funyon rises from his seat as Mike Van Siclen steps onto the ramp, doing a cocky spin in his acid-green jacket and rubbing his neck - which is still in a neck brace.

 

Funyon: "The following contest is a CAGED FURY match.....for the S...J.....L......WORRRRLD TIIIIIIITLE! The cage in this match has no door, and one can only win by making one's opponent submit! Introducing the challenger, hailing from Harrison Illinois and weighing two hundred and thirty seven pounds..MIKE...VAN....SIIIIICLEN!"

 

The crowd boos as Mike struts down the ramp and slides in the ring, shucking his jacket. As opposed to his usual cocky posing, he rubs his neck brace and looks up at the cage suspended about a metre above the rings ropes, ready to be dropped once both superstars are in position.

 

Axis: "Mike CANNOT be feeling good going into this match...he's still got a neck brace from that top rope screwdriver, AND his opponent was the one who caused it."

 

Suicide King: "Mike requested this match, so he's gotta have some confidence! He's gotta win back the title or the ratings are gonna cark it!"

 

Suddenly, every light in the arena goes out as a pictureof a young, white-haired man comes up on the Smarktron, and the faint tune of Fear Factory's "Resurrection" plays across the speakers. Blue pyros fountain up on the sides of the rampway and a spotlight focuses on the curtained entrance. The picture begins to crack as Burton C. Bell's voice echoes through the arena....

 

"Consumed with memories...

That preceded today...

Given a chance to bereave...

Life that's slipping AWAY!"

 

As the heavier guitar riffs boom into effect, the picture on the Smarktron shatters to reveal the grown Janus' scowling face, and his name flashes on the Smarktron along with clips of his more sickening moves. As the giant steps from behind the curtain, the latest part of his video clip is shown....him Goreing Thor, followed by the ever hated (by the fans) words "Magnificent Seven". Funyon lifts his microphone as the giant, with gold around his waist, walks towards the ring, showered with boos.

 

Funyon: "And the opponent! Weighing in at three hundred and fifty pounds and hailing from Sydney Australia! He is the Smarks Junior League WORLD champion.....I give you.....JAAAAANUS!"

 

Mike and Janus lock gazes as the giant steps around the ring apron to place the world title belt on the timekeeper's table, before climbing onto the apron and ducking between the top and middle ropes. Instantly, Mike runs forward to deliver a stiff chop to Janus' chest, and a second and third, using the element of surprise and whipping Janus towards the opposite ropes as a 'click' is heard and the cage drops with a thunderous crash to seal the area around the ring. The giant skids to a halt and turns around, charging back at Mike - the ex-champion ducks to avoid having his neck brutalised by a lariat, and both superstars pause to gain their bearings, inspecting the cage.

 

Axis: "That's fifteen feet of steel! And they don't win by climbing out, as we said earlier!"

 

Suicide King: "Janus is trapped in there with Mike, bwahahaha!"

 

Axis: "Mike's at a disadvantage though...that neck brace."

 

Indeed, as both superstars turn towards each other, the giant's eyes zero in on Mike's protected throat, and the challenger to the title knows it...and he lets the monster know he's not afraid by charging in and springing up with a spinning wheel kick! The blow hits Janus in the chest and he staggers back a little, but as Mike gets back up the giant gets his revenge with a thunderous right hand that snaps Van Siclen's head to the side, making him cry out and hold his neck, and the giant follows it up with a chop that rocks Mike's world.

 

*WHACK* "WHOOOOOOO!"

 

The crowd cheers on instinct for the move as the blow sends Mike reeling, and a second "WHOOOOO" chop knocks the challenger back another step, clutching his chest. Rather than a third chop, however, Janus grabs Mike by the arm and spins around, sending him running across the length of the ring to crash into the opposing turnbuckle. The giant charges in after him, lifting a big boot to crush Mike's skull...

 

...and the wily challenger drops to the floor and watches Janus kick the top turnbuckle instead! The giant stands there with one leg up, gritting his teeth at the impact, and Van Siclen capitalises by nailing a sweep kick to Janus' standing leg, making the giant fall over onto his back with a thud! Springing up, Mike plants his foot between Janus' legs and grabs the giant's legs, heaving back with all his strength!

 

Axis: "And Mike locks on the rectal stretch!"

 

Suicide King: "His leg could disappear right up Janus' ass if he's not careful, the fucking Aussie is that big!"

 

Axis (groan): "I didn't need to visualise that, King"

 

The Suicide King stares at Axis for a moment, then turns back to the ring as Janus bunches his leg muscles, pulling free of Mike's grip and using his legs to shove Mike into the ropes - climbing halfway to his feet by the time Siclen bounces back, the giant wraps an arm around Siclen's body and twists him around, before dropping him to the canvas with a whirl sideslam! The giant instinctively hooks a leg, then after a 'two count', pauses and realises that it's not the way to win the match.

 

Climbing back to his feet, Janus pulls Mike up by the hair and looks at the groggy superstar, then rears back a fist and drives a stiff punch right into Siclen's injured throat! Or at least, the blow would've connected if the neck brace hadn't absorbed most of the impact. Janus steps back, shaking his hand, and Mike clutches his throat, holding the neck brace with a gurgled, pained sound.

 

Axis: "Janus with a shot to the neck, but Mike's neck brace actually saves him!"

 

Suicide King: "Good for Mike! Janus has no such protection against Siclen's submissions!"

 

Axis: "I don't think Janus even HAS submission holds..."

 

Janus steps back, sizing Mike up, and then lunges forward with a brutal lariat that's aimed to take Mike's head off....but the blow is ducked! Driving a quick one-two punch combination into Janus' gut, Siclen grabs the giant's hair and leaps off the ground, dragging the giant with him as he nails a two handed facebuster! Without letting Janus get up, Mike climbs onto the giant's back and applies a sleeper hold to wear him down...and Janus shakes his head, already pushing himself back to his feet with Mike hanging there with the sleeper still in place.

 

Before Siclen can cause any more damage, Janus reaches behind him, grabbing Mike's legs and keeping him in place. This prompts the ex-champion to squeeze the hold tighter, but Janus' strategy relies on his own stamina...as he takes one step, two steps, and then powers himself backwards, and Mike loses his grip when the giant hits the ropes, causing him to tumble off....

 

...and get tangled in the small space between the ring ropes and the cage! Recovering remarkably quickly, Mike grabs the cage and actually begins to ascend as Janus gets his bearings. Hearing the rattling of the cage, Janus turns around and looks at the ascending Siclen and cocks his head slightly as if wondering why his opponent is climbing the cage.

 

Axis: "Mike's going up! He can't win by escaping!"

 

Suicide King: "It's strategy, Axis! Janus will have to climb..."

 

The Suicide King's words are disproven as the giant locks his hands onto the cage grating and flexes, shaking the metal structure. Van Siclen clings to it firmly, climbing a little higher.....and the giant firmly shakes the wall, forcing Mike to lose his grip! Hanging by one arm, he dangles for a moment before slipping and letting go...

 

...and after falling a short distance, Mike Van Siclen finds himself landing split-legged on the ropes, and the crowd 'oooo's in pain as Mike's eyes bulge out of his head. Dragging Siclen off the ropes, Janus hoists him up into the air, then turns away and after a dramatic pause slams Mike down into a sitout powerbomb! Rising slowly to his feet, Janus looks down at his opponent, then crouches slowly and rolls Mike over onto his back....and begins untying the straps that hold the neck brace in place.

 

Axis: "Hey! Stop that! He's got an injured neck dammit!"

 

Suicide King: "An injury that Janus caused! Ref! Disqualify him!"

 

Sexton Hardcastle, who's lurking outside the ring and keeping an eye on both men, looks towards the announce table and shrugs his shoulders, indicating the match is no-disqualification as Janus unties the strings of the brace and kicks Mike onto his back once more. Straightening up, the giant holds the removed protection gear above his head before swinging it around by the strings and letting go - the brace sails high...over the top of the cage....to land just short of the barricade. Mike groans on the ground, starting to get back up - and Janus grabs him by the hair!

 

But Mike shows he's not going to be beaten so easily, and grabs the giant's head, dropping into a sitout jawbreaker! Wincing at the pain that goes through his neck, Mike lunges as the giant bounces out of the jawbreaker and flops onto his back, yanking Janus' legs apart with a wishbone leg-splitter! Rather than go for the rectal stretch however, he drags Janus away from the ropes and rolls the giant onto his belly, lifting him up a little and sitting on his back. He grabs Janus' arms and attempts to set him up for the Cardinal Sin Clutch, but Janus shakes his head and pulls his arms free, starting to push himself up. Sliding off the giant's back, Mike drops to one knee and hits Janus between the legs, and as the giant doubles over...Mike grabs a handful of white hair and runs towards the ropes...

 

...letting Janus go and watching the giant go between the middle and bottom ropes and crash face first into the cage! Dazed, the giant hangs over the second rope as Mike leans on his back, applying a knee to the giant's neck and pushing his face into the cage, grinding it back and forth, and hearing the giant yell at the feeling of cold metal grinding and threatening to tear the flesh of his face.

 

Suicide King: "Mike is using the cage as a cheese grater for Janus!"

 

Axis: "That's not wire-link, those are solid steel bars, King. Mike could probably fit an arm through one of those gaps. Janus....he's too big."

 

Suicide King: "It still gives us the desired effect!"

 

Janus cries out as his face is rubbed against solid steel, and Mike finally pulls the dazed giant back, bending him almost over backwards and applying an inverted front face-lock...and swinging Janus neck-first into the ground with the Russian Roulette! Again kipping up to his feet, Mike delivers some stomps to Janus' chest and neck, yelling out "How does it feel! Huh? HOW DOES IT FEEL NOW!?" as he stomps the giant's throat mercilessly. Regaining his senses, Janus grabs Mike's foot with one hand to block a stomp - and when Siclen leans down to remove it, the giant's other hand wraps around his throat with a dark grin.

 

Axis: "He's got the throat! Janus has Mike right by that injured throat!"

 

The giant tightens his grip as Mike struggles, and the giant sits up - to get a kick righ in the forehead from Mike that makes him let go! The giant goes crosseyed, still pushing himself up slowly, but not focusing on anything. Seeing the monster is dazed, Van Siclen runs forward and springs up for a spinning wheel kick...

 

..and the stunned giant swings his right arm in a stunningly brutal lariat that catches Mike just below the neck, his body almost bending around Janus' thick arm before crashing into the canvas. The giant blinks slowly, eyes coming back into focus as he looks down at the sprawled Van Siclen, who holds his collarbone and throat...and the giant throws himself into the air, and Mike screams in pain as the three hundred and fifty pound legdrop crashes down across his throat! Mike goes blank-faced, gasping hoarsely. Janus drags Mike to his feet...and locks on a full nelson, pressing his hands against Van Siclen's neck firmly.

 

Axis: "Janus has a......full nelson! Locked in tight!"

 

Suicide King: "When has anyone tapped to a full nelson!?"

 

Axis: "Mike may very well do so! His neck is injured as it is!"

 

Screaming, Mike waves his arms to try and break the hold, but can't as the giant applies pressure. Turning his head a little, Janus ponders - and falls back, throwing Mike over his head with a released full nelson suplex...and the cage makes a crashing and rattling noise and Mike screams in pain. Janus turns his head - and true to Axis' earlier words about the cage, Mike has his arm twisted through the bars, grimacing in pain and trying to wrench his arm from between the bars. However, Janus has other plans as the giant stampedes to the other side of the ring, rebounds off the ropes....and drives a shoulder into Mike's abdomen with a Gore, crushing his body against the steel cage. Janus stands and looks at Mike's battered body, with the arm trapped outside the cage thanks to the bars...

 

...and Janus starts to climb the cage. Slowly at first, but with growing malicious intent, the giant scales the cage and sits on the top for a moment, as Mike regains his senses and tries to drag his arm back through the bars and into the ring. Janus slowly descends the other side of the cage, and drops down next to Sexton Hardcastle, who's trying to help Mike, but the giant pushes him away!

 

Axis: "What's Janus doing!? He's got Mike's arm jammed in between the bars....what's he planning!?"

 

Suicide King: "Oh....I dunno....but this is going to HURT Mike....and our ratings even more!"

 

Janus drives a boot in the cage wall to jar Mike and get his attention, and the Spectacular One looks up as the giant wraps hands around his wrist...and after twisting the limb slightly, Janus yanks it back, nearly disjointing Mike's shoulder as the challenger's arm is wrenched against the bars. Siclen yells in pain, trying to draw his arm back in, but the giant shakes his head and YANKS on the trapped limb yet again, eliciting another cry of pain!

 

Finally, unable to free his twisted arm, Mike carefully reaches through with his free hand...and rakes his giant opponent in the eyes. Janus arghs and releases the hold, staggering back and rubbing his eyes - and Sexton Hardcastle moves forward to help Mike free his twisted arm. The challenger withdraws into the ring, trying to rub feeling into his shoulder as he watches Janus get his bearings - and the giant begins to climb up the cage....

 

...and Mike does too, albeit slower than usual thanks to the pain burning through his injured neck and his pained arm! He and Janus stare at each other through the cage wall for a moment, then resume climbing, each trying to beat the other to the top of the cage, where the winner of the climb would have the advantage.

 

Axis: "Janus was using the cage as leverage for that very painful arm wrench! But Mike got free, and now he's climbing the cage!"

 

Suicide King: "So's that giant! They're gonna meet up at the top!"

 

Axis: "Mike is usually faster, but with Janus nearly crippling Mike's arm with that hold, they're climbing at about the same speed!"

 

The cage clatters and clanks as both superstars climb, and as Janus' head clears the top, he stares right into the pained and angry eyes of Mike Van Siclen! Putting on a burst of speed, both of them attempt to climb up..and getting a foot up seconds before Mike does, Janus grabs the challenger and stands with one foot on the top of the cage with Mike above his head in a gorilla press! The giant prepares to throw, but Mike wiggles and slips out, grabbing the ring-side of the cage and hanging on for dear life as he sees Janus ascending and balancing almost on the top of the cage...and the monster jams Mike's head between his legs and slashes both thumbs across his throat!

 

Suicide King: "HOLY SHIT! He's signalling for....."

 

Axis: "The Dark Bomb! Off the cage! He's trying to break Mike's neck!"

 

Suicide King: "Wasn't the screwdriver bad enough!?"

 

Janus smiles grimly and flips Mike into the air, holding him in powerbomb position. Sensing his doom approaching, Mike drives some stiff punches into the giant's head, and flips his body down - straining, he wraps his fingers around the top of the cage...and tensing his muscles with a cry at the pain that sears through his wrenched limb, he brings Janus over in a thunderous hurricanrana! Mike's body slams forcefully into the cage as he flips, and Janus goes sailing off the top, falling all the way down...

 

...down...

 

...and CRASHING into the canvas with a thunderous ring-and-cage-shaking BOOM! The crowd is on their feet, roaring at the move.

 

"HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

 

Pulling himself up onto the cage top, Mike sits there and holds his neck, getting air into his lungs and looking down at the prone form of Janus. Without sparing a thought, Van Siclen twists his body around.....and executes a beautiful flying moonsault off the cage, sailing down....and hitting home across Janus' chest! The giant convulses and sprawls on the ground, expression pained.

 

Axis: "BLOODY HELL! Janus attempts to murder Siclen with his Dark Bomb off the cage, and Mike countered with a desperation hurricanrana!"

 

Suicide King: "And Mike followed it up with a moonsault! Janus is down and HAS to be dead!"

 

Mike twitches, clutching his ribs, and slowly attempts to push Janus over onto his stomach. The giant rolls over almost limply, body heaving as he attempts to catch his breath - or he could just be unconscious. Either way, Mike sprawls on Janus' back, catching his own breath after that huge moonsault, before grabbing the giant's arms and tugging them so they crossed over the giant's neck. Catching his breath and grimacing at the pain in his neck, Mike looks around to the fans and smirks - before pulling back on the giant's arms with all the strength he has!

 

Suicide King: "CARDINAL SIN CLUTCH!"

 

Axis: "Janus is in the middle of the ring, and this match is no disqualification!"

 

Suicide King: "He's lost! Ring the bell, Janus is going to tap out like a little bitch!"

 

Janus abruptly springs to life, arghing in pain and trying to pull his arms free and failing miserably. Straining against the grip Mike has on his arms, the giant kicks his legs, trying to get his vertical base back. This fails as Mike wrenches the giant's arms, managing to ignore the pain in his own, leaning forward to shout smack into the giant's ears...

 

...and this is his downfall as Janus swings his head back to crack Mike in the nose! Arrghing in pain and clutching his nose, trickles of blood visible under his hands, Van Siclen tumbles back off the giant. This allows Janus to roll away and grimace, rubbing feeling back into his arms and throat. Both superstars roll away and prop themself up in opposite corners, trying to once more get their bearings.

 

Axis: "Janus is still in this! Bloodying Mike's nose to get out of the Cardinal Sin Clutch!"

 

Suicide King: "But he's not in good condition! That submission would wear anyone down!"

 

Axis: "It's not like Mike can get an advantage either!"

 

True to the commentary, both superstars appear to be a bit out of their game as they seek their footing, Mike rubbing his shoulder and neck, Janus cracking his own neck and rubbing his throat. Finally, Siclen steps out of his corner, and Janus comes at him, swinging a boot up into the air. Mike drops flat on the ground, again moving to sweep the giant's leg from under him as the giant balances on one leg - but Janus has learned from his earlier mistake. As he feels his standing leg give way, the giant swings his upraised leg around, and drives it in to the back of Mike's neck with a standing legdrop! Mike arghs in obvious pain and rolls from under Janus' leg as the giant looks at the impact he caused...and smiles.

 

Axis: "I think Janus is enjoying this!"

 

Suicide King: "He won't be laughing when he taps to the Cardinal Sin Clutch!"

 

Axis: "That's if Mike can lock it on..."

 

Rising to his feet once more, Janus drags Mike up by the hair, and slaps a hand around his throat. Squeezing, the giant hoists Mike off the ground in preparation for a chokeslam, spinning slowly to show off his physical power. The showboating costs him as Mike kicks the giant between the eyes and Janus' expression goes glazed and he half-slumps over. As Mike slips out of the giant's chokehold, he hooks Janus' head and spins around with his other arm...

 

...hitting the Code Red and driving Janus head first into the ground! The giant arghs in pain, coming back to his senses after that stiff kick...just in time for Mike to mount his back and straightjacket his arms for another attempt at the Cardinal Sin Clutch, and much to the Suicide King's delight, Mike locks the move in!

 

Suicide King: "Yesssssss! Mike's got it locked in!"

 

Axis: "Janus' expression is the most painful thing I've seen! He's straining to get out of it!"

 

Suicide King: "He should just give up! That way he doesn't have to keep enduring it!"

 

Janus thumps his feet on the ground and shakes his head, feeling the pressure on his arms and throat thanks to the submission hold, and refusing to submit. He isn't the only one feeling the strain however, as the arm that Mike got wedged in the cage - and subsequently wrenched to holy hell by Janus - is aching profusely, and as the pain seems to set off the trigger to tap in Janus' mind...Siclen lets go and falls back, grimacing and holding his arm!

 

Janus sprawls on the canvas, wheezing and rubbing his throat, feeling the pain in his arms and neck from having that submission hold applied. Shaking his head to get the blood flow going, and taking a deep and rasping breath, Janus slowly begins to push himself to his feet, as Mike steadies himself and gets into position behind the wavering giant. Lifting his arm as Janus rises, Mike locks on an inverted facelock and begins to spin the giant for the Russian Roulette....but Janus spins right through it, and keeps a hold on one of Mike's wrists.

 

Axis: "Mike with the Russian Roulette, but Janus spins through and has Mike's hand!"

 

Suicide King: "No, dammit! Janus! Stay down, you damned Australian hoss!"

 

Axis: "He's showing he wants to keep the title, by whatever means necessary!"

 

Twisting Mike by the arm, Janus forces the challenger to half-turn and then the giant cinches in a full nelson! Mike screams in pain at the pressure on his neck, but Janus hoists him off the ground, and nails a full-nelson drop. However, Janus doesn't sit out with it, instead staying standing as Mike hits canvas BUTT first - and the monster hoss uses his upper body leverage to keep Mike sitting, still in the full nelson hold! Van Siclen screams in pain, shaking his head furiously, trying to struggle out of the basic, yet powerful submission. Kicking his feet weakly, Siclen tries to get back up....

 

...feeling the pressure on his neck and the temptation to tap and give in to the pain...but no! He wants the title! Slowly, eyes beginning to stream tears at the agony his injured neck is feeling, Mike gets one foot on the ground, and starts to stand...and Janus straightens, still holding the submission. At least until Mike mule-kicks backwards with his free leg and nails the giant in the groin! Releasing the full nelson, Janus stumbles backwards, and Mike staggers forwards, holding the back of his neck and almost whimpering in pain.

 

Axis: "He breaks out of the full nelson with a kick to Janus' manhood! The giant is reeling, but so is Mike!"

 

Suicide King: "I can feel it, Axis! Tonight we'll have a new champ! And it's going to happen right now!"

 

Axis: "We'll see about that, as Mike has turned around, and he's sizing up Janus..."

 

Lunging forward, Van Siclen nails the giant with a third groin shot, doubling him over. Headscissoring the giant, Mike grabs Janus' arms and straightjackets them around his neck, before attempting to hoist the giant up, but he's too heavy! Van Siclen grimaces and tries again, and Janus comes off the ground a few inches...before dropping back, as for the second time Mike fails to execute one of his rarer finishers, the Riot Act II. With a grimace of pain, Mike tugs firmly on Janus' straightjacketed arms and prepares to lift a third time....

 

....but feels himself lifted as the giant straightens up! Mike goes off the ground, and releases Janus as the giant backdrops him almost vertically - Siclen slides right down Janus' back and hits the canvas, rolling around in pain and clutching his neck. Janus himself rubs his throat and checks his arms, then takes one step forward, two steps, and turns around to look down at his opponent.

 

Sensing that the end of the match may very well be at hand, referee Sexton Hardcastle finally decides to leave the safety of outside the ring, and carefully, the referee climbs the metal structure, and right back down the other side, getting much closer to the action as Janus looks down at Mike.

 

Suicide King: "And Hardcastle finally decides he should get in the ring instead of hiding on the outside!"

 

Axis: "That was good thinking, I reckon...who'd wanna be in a cage with these two fresh and trying to kill each other?"

 

Suicide King: "......point conceded, Aussie."

 

With a roar of anger, Janus jams Mike's head between his legs and slashes his thumbs across his throat, hoisting the dazed Siclen up into position for the Dark Bomb! The giant holds Mike up for several moments....and then with a thunderous BOOM slams him head and neck first into the ground. But he doesn't release the hold, bulking his muscles and hoisting Mike into the air again.

 

Axis: "Dark Bomb! Janus hits the Dark Bomb! Now he's gotta make Mike...."

 

Suicide King: "Wait! He's lifting him up again! What the heck....he has to win by submission!"

 

Gritting his teeth, Janus tenses and throws Mike down again, the challenger's head bouncing off the canvas once more as Janus nails a second Dark Bomb! Hunching over, Janus picks Mike up a third time, with a sadistic expression on his face. Sexton Hardcastle prowls around the ring with a sickened expression at Janus' brutal handiwork, squinting to see the glazed expression on Mike's face, a trickle of blood coming from Siclen's mouth. As he watches....

 

*BOOM*

 

....Janus slams Mike down a THIRD time with the Dark Bomb! Mike convulses, screaming wordlessly in pain, and Hardcastle waves his hands, running to the cage wall near where the timekeeper is and yelling at him to ring the bell, and as Hardcastle waits for the cage to rise, the bell rings!

 

*DINGDINGDING*

 

Axis: "The match is over! The match is OVER!"

 

Suicide King: "God, Mike has to be DEAD in there...."

 

Axis: "I don't think he's done........oh bloody hell......"

 

Janus pauses, sweating profusely, arms aching as he begins to lift Mike up a fourth time...but the cage begins to rise and referees slide into the ring to force the giant away from his opponent as Hardcastle slides out and heads for Funyon. However, the giant will not be deterred from damaging his opponent further and snarls almost like a monster, hoisting Mike high into the air.

 

Axis: "NO!"

 

Suicide King: "NO!!"

 

With a yell that sounded like "Watch this, you fucking bird" Janus drives Mike's skull into the canvas again with a fourth and final Dark Bomb! The referees and officials cluster around Janus and force him to exit the ring as they surround Mike to check up on his condition.Over by the announce table, Sexton Hardcastle explains something to Funyon, and the announcer nods his head slowly, listening to Hardcastle, and finally lifts his microphone.

 

Funyon: "The referee has ruled that Mike Van Siclen is UNABLE to continue the match! Therefore....your winner......and STILL....Smarks Junior League WORLD CHAMPION.....JAAAAAANUS!"

 

Janus finally exits the ring, forced out by the swarm of officials and referees that are surrounding his unconscious opponent. The giant watches the ring with a smirk, before turning and walking slowly over to the announcer's table where the Smarks Junior League World Title sits. Picking up his belt, he tosses his hair out of his face and stares at the ring once more, listening to the boos of the crowd as "Resurrection" booms over the speakers, and he ascends the ramp with a sadistic smile on his face. He pauses on the ramp and looks up at the Smarktron, that shows Mike's unconscious face, and throws back his head to laugh almost maniacally to himself at the pain he's caused. Spinning around, he points at the ring as "Resurrection" fades out...and a familiar song fills the air that makes the crowd boo even more thunderously!

 

"Heeeeeeere we are!

Born to be kings!

We're the princes of the un-i-verse~!"

 

The strains of Queen's "Princes of the Universe" echo through the arena as Janus holds the title above his head with a grim, sadistic expression, before turning and stalking off behind the entrance curtain to the beat of the Magnificent Seven's signature music. The camera finally pans away from where Janus had stood to look at Mike's unconscious form, as the EMTs slide into the ring to put another neck brace on Mike and lever him onto a stretcher.

 

Axis: "Janus saying this isn't just a win for him, it's a win for the Magnificent Seven!"

 

Suicide King: "Looks like their presence isn't as gone from JL as you hoped, Axis!"

 

And with those words, SJL Wrath goes off the air, the image of the probably crippled Mike Van Siclen the last thing seen by all....

[Guest KingOfOldSchool]

Or like mine. Also known as a fine example of inconsistency and writing rust. Would've been much better had I stuck to my original match layout. Blarg.

 

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"(Axis) Welcome back to SJL Wrath! We're past the halfway point now and we've already seen the first of three championship matches, as Omega Storm took on Geddion with the TV Title on the line. But now we're set for our second title match, as the very impressive Sean Atlas defends his SJL European Championship against the returning Manson."

 

"(King) On Metal, Sean defeated the Norse God Thor, admittedly with the support of Janus, but you didn't hear that from me. Then later on in the show, none other than Manson came down to the ring and announced that he was indeed back. Full of piss and vinegar, he laid out a challenge for anyone and everyone, while declaring that he was going to go RUDO~ on everyone in his quest for the SJL World Championship."

 

"(Axis) I'll see it when I believe it. If I may speak frankly, the guy is an underacheiver, and he did get to his highest point when he embraced the fans, contrary to what he said on Metal."

 

"(King) Filthy lies."

 

"(Axis) A big concern for Manson, is if Janus will make his presence known. Meanwhile, Sean has to be completely wary of Manson. Ring rust could come into play for him tonight, but Manson at his best can run with the cream of the crop."

 

The crowd inside The Staples Center settles into their seats, but are awaken once again as the house lights drop to pitch black, multi-colored strobes begin to flash on and off and the death metal stylings of The Haunted's "Hate Song" hits. Manson then walks out onto the stage, water dripping from his hair, as he throws up a crucifix taunt and heads down to the ring followed by spotlights from above.

 

"(Funyon) Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a European Championship Match scheduled for one-fall! First the challenger, weighing in at two-hundred and five pounds and hailing Denver, Colorado… MANSON!"

 

"(Axis) I just want to know who Manson bribed to swing a European title shot so early into his return."

 

"(King) He didn't bribe anyone. Just because someone offers someone else one-hundred bucks and a bottle of tequila, as a friendly gift mind you, I'd hardly call that a bribe."

 

Manson sneers at the fans lining ringside, some cheering, some booing, before rolling into the ring and springing up from the mat. He walks over to his corner, and rips the microphone out of Funyon's hands as his music drowns out.

 

"(Axis) Wonderful. As if he didn't say enough during his return."

 

"(Manson) I'll try to keep this short. Sean Atlas, let me just say that you have everything figured out. Who needs faith in an invisible man who lives in the sky, when all you can really depend on in this life is being your own man and having faith in yourself. And even if he were real, I wouldn't want to take up residence in his glorious kingdom anyway, much like I would never want to take up residence among the mindless L.A. trash…"

 

"(King) YES! Cheap heat!"

 

"(Axis, over the sound of a chorus of boos) Oh, c'mon."

 

"(Manson) I believe that the denizens of L.A., and most of the world for that matter, are similar to those you try to help. It's really all the same, for if it's not God, they worship some vacuous celebrity or pop idol instead. God isn't answering the prayers… just like the celebrities you people worship would never give any of you the time of day. But Sean Atlas, the real shame lies in that you'll never be able to rip these sheep away from their path of degradation, because as pathetic as it is, they actually LIKE the way they live."

 

"(Axis, over more booing) Well, he's turned into a real prick…"

 

"(King) He's just telling it like it is."

 

"(Manson) Now, on a different day, I wouldn't want to do this, but I have no other choice. For as much as I agree with you, I want your European Championship that much more."

 

"(King) Atlas is my favorite in this match, but damn, if Manson isn't returning to his old ways..."

 

"(Axis) Figures."

 

The crowd dies down from Manson's rant, as he hands off the mic back to Funyon and adjusts his elbow pads. As he does, "Polyamorous" by Breaking Benjamin hits the arena speakers, and the arena lights flash in conjuntion with the song's intro…

 

*BOOM!*

 

Five seconds into the intro, an explosion erupts from the stage, and Sean Atlas makes his way out, the European Championship worn proudly around his waist. The crowd boos relentlessly, and he just smiles arrogantly, before turning his attention back towards the ring and burning a hole right through Manson.

 

"(Funyon) And weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, hailing from Chicago, Illinois… He is the SJL European Champion, Sean Atlas!"

 

Sean Atlas climbs the stairs and steps into the ring, whilst unhooking the European Championship from his frame and handing it off to the referee, one Sexton Hardcastle, who raises it above his head, presenting it for the crowd to see. Hardcastle quickly shuffles over and hands the belt off to the ring attendant, as Funyon himself climbs out of the ring. Sexton signals for the bell, as Manson approaches the center of the ring…

 

::DING DING::

 

"(Axis) We're finally set, this after Manson's promo in which he agreed with Atlas, insulted the crowd, then said he was taking away the title tonight."

 

"(King) You can't blame him. L.A. sucks as much as Ben Hardy taking the chrome off a trailer hitch."

 

"(Axis) I'll just let that one slide. But Atlas is in his usual black and white mask, with white pants, and black wrist tape. While Manson is rockin' the leather pants once again, along with the typical t-shirt, elbow pads, and tape around his fists. And as usual, everything is coloured black. He doesn't look much different, for any of our fans who may recall him."

 

"(King) A somewhat interesting thing to point out, is that Manson and Sean Atlas are fairly close in size. Of course, we'll see how that plays out."

 

Atlas approaches the center of the ring as well, and is ready to strike, but Manson sticks his right hand out in a show of sportsmanship.

 

"(Axis) Oh God, don't tell me…"

 

Atlas stares a little slack-jawed at Manson's offering, as Manson mouths that it's just a show of respect. Atlas ponders this for a moment, before cautiously reciprocating Manson's gesture… and then swinging a hard left hand around to the jaw of Manson!

 

"(King) I think not, Axis."

 

Manson stumbles back a step, before the look of calm disappears from his face, turning into a look of rage and anger. Atlas smiles slightly, as Manson launches his right leg towards him, with a shot to the ribs. This time around, Atlas is stumbles back, before regaining his composure and stepping forward to grip hands with Manson with a knuckle-lock. Atlas then muscles Manson over into a bridge. Manson with a kip-up, and he maneuvers behind Atlas with a behind Waistlock, appearing to go for an early German Suplex. Before Manson can lift him, Atlas throws a Back Elbow. Manson stumbles, as Atlas ducks down and trips up Manson. Manson bumps onto his back, and Atlas goes into a cover. Hardcastle doesn't have a chance to count, as Manson kicks out quickly, getting to his knees.

 

"(Axis) Fast action, this after Atlas and Manson exchange shots with each other. And Manson avoids a pinning predicament."

 

Atlas rushes Manson, but receives a Sweep Kick to his left leg for his troubles. Manson on his back now, brings his right leg to the left shin of Atlas swiftly and repeatedly, like a lumberjack chopping into a tree. Atlas steps back to avoid the attack, as Manson rolls backward, first onto his knees and up to his feet. Atlas spots his opening, and meets up with Manson in a Collar Elbow Tie-Up, pushing him back into the turnbuckle. Atlas lets up, but as quickly as he does, he brings his right arm forward into the chest of Manson with a series of stinging Knife Edge Chops…

 

*CHOP *

 

"WHOOO!"

 

*CHOP *

 

"WHOOO!"

 

*CHOP *

 

"WHOOOO!"

 

"(Axis) Sean Atlas, who was in danger of getting his leg kicked into oblivion earlier, retaliates with perfect Ric Flair-style chops!"

 

"(King) Obviously none of the rubes at home know what those feel like, but getting your chest caved in from Chops is not a good thing. Although Manson's shirt takes away some of the hurt, it's still not much in the way of protection."

 

After the third and final Knife Edge, Manson walks out of the corner worse for wear, sliding along the ropes to safety. He finds himself in the other SmarkTron-side corner, with Atlas in hot pursuit. Atlas squares up and prepares for another chop, but Manson grabs Atlas by the back of his neck, shoving his head into the top turnbuckle. With Atlas dazed, Manson applies a Waistlock from behind, planting him with a Back Suplex. Manson floats into the cover, hooking the leg, and Hardcastle barely gets to the ground before Sean Atlas gets a shoulder up.

 

"(Axis) Pin attempt after the Belly-Back by the self-proclaimed Mind-Killer, but these guys are still too fresh for a count."

 

Manson bends down and lifts Atlas off the canvas. With Atlas up against the ropes, Manson delivers a kick across the chest, followed by a wrench of the arm and an Irish Whip. Nearing the opposite side ropes, Atlas Baseball Slides under the bottom rope, not opting for a reversal off the Whip as he normally would. The crowd lets out a thunderous round of boos at the thought of Atlas playing the part of coward, but he blows them off, as Manson runs through the middle of the ring and Suicide Dives through the ropes, towards Sean on the outside.

 

"(Axis) Manson, with an attempt at the Suicide Dive!"

 

But Manson crashes and burns into the barrier, as Sean Atlas sidesteps out of the way!

 

"(Axis) And it doesn't pay off!"

 

Fans sitting ringside point at Manson out by the barrier and smile a shit-eating grin for the camera, as Atlas rolls into the ring and urges Hardcastle to begin the ring-out count.

 

"One!"

 

"(King) Shouldn't have tried it so early on."

 

"Two!"

 

"(Axis) This could all be over before it ever truly got started."

 

As two is announced, Manson stirs on the ground, as his hand reaches up to grasp the barrier for support.

 

"Three!"

 

As three hits, Manson gets to his feet, his arms outstretched across the barrier.

 

"Four!"

 

Four hits, and Manson begins lurching forward, towards the ring.

 

"Five!"

 

Five is announced, as Manson grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself into the ring.

 

"(Axis) He made it in with some time to spare. I think should he try something like that again and fail, he won't be so lucky."

 

Sexton calls off his count as Manson rolls in under the bottom rope, only for Atlas to take a running leap and come down across his throat with a Leg Drop! He quickly covers with a Lateral Press, and Hardcastle dives down, his hand slapping the mat.

 

"One!"

 

"(Axis) And Manson with a shoulder up at one!"

 

"(King) It'll still take a lot more, I suppose."

 

Atlas rolls up onto his feet, and Manson rolls onto his stomach, attempting to get up to a vertical base, but Atlas cuts him off at the pass, as he lunges forward and locks in a Front Face Lock, keeping Manson to the mat.

 

"(Axis) Well, if you can't beat him off an errant Suicide Dive and a Leg Drop, you may as well try to suffocate him."

 

"(King) The strategy here by Sean isn't a bad idea. I would be doing the same were I in his position."

 

Manson struggles to breathe as Sexton checks on him and Atlas locks the move in tighter. Attempting to inch himself towards a break, Manson finally reaches and places his foot on the bottom rope. Sean Atlas keeps the move for a few extra moments however, before breaking the hold and allowing Manson to get up to his feet. Manson pulls himself up with the help of the ropes, and is met with a kick to the gut, followed by a right hand to the face, and he staggers back into the corner. Atlas pulls him out of the corner however, and sets up Manson for a Vertical Suplex, driving him back into the mat.

 

"(Axis) Sean Atlas has been in control for some time, as he now gets a hard Vertical Suplex on Manson."

 

Manson cringes after his body collides with the canvas, and Sean Atlas begins laying boots into the chest and ribcage of Manson. Manson gets himself to his knees and Atlas goes to the well once too often, as Manson grabs the left leg of Sean Atlas. Atlas begs off, but Manson will have none of it as he gets to his feet, and he drags Atlas down with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip! Atlas grimaces and slaps the mat in pain, as Manson keeps his hold on the leg, turning Atlas onto his stomach and locking in his Single-Leg Crab!

 

"(Axis) And the tide of this match has turned like that. Manson has the advantage, as he locks the Elevated Half-Crab, which has gotten him a few tap-outs in the past."

 

"(King) Dammit, Sean! Get to the ropes!"

 

Manson screams for Sean Atlas to tap, but just as Manson had done before, Atlas reaches the ropes. Sexton orders the break, but like Sean before him, Manson keeps the hold on for an extra moment, before letting go. He doesn't stop in his attack though, as he positions Sean's damaged left leg across the ropes, before winding his right leg back and bringing it swiftly to the back of Sean's knee. Sean grips his knee and writhes on the mat and the the crowd cringes as the crack of the kick rings in the arena, before chanting in Manson's direction…

 

"(King) Crowd chant starting up, what're they saying?"

 

"Where's my pizza!?"

 

*clap clap clapclapclap *

 

"Where's my pizza!?"

 

*clap clap clapclapclap *

 

"(Axis) Bwahh ha ha!"

 

"(King) Now that's just mean."

 

"(Axis) Good memory from our fans. So, King, it's okay for Manson to make fun of the crowd here, but not okay when the crowd gets on Manson?"

 

"(King) Exactly."

 

As expected, Manson turns away from Atlas and screams at the fans to shut up, inciting a riot of jeers. He then turns back around and delivers another kick to the knee of the grounded Atlas, before letting him stand on his own, and hooking him up to bring him over with a jarring Snap Suplex, floating over into the cover.

 

"(Axis) Snap Suplex by Manson… cover."

 

"One!"

 

"(Axis) And Manson only gets a one-count as Sean gets the shoulder up."

 

Manson springs up and drops an immediate knee to the face of Atlas, before lifting him up. Sean shakes out the cobwebs from the Knee Drop, as Manson now delivers a Forearm. Sean gets knocked back into a corner, SmarkTron-side, as Manson takes a step back then comes forth in a charge, appearing to go for a Clothesline. But as Manson comes in close, Sean takes a step and nails Manson in the face with a desperation Superkick, sending him to the mat.

 

"(Axis) Manson over-pursues and Atlas counters with the Superkick."

 

"(King) Well, Manson probably should've kept him on the mat and applied one of his vaunted submissions to wear him down. Two times now he's gotten too far ahead of himself and paid dearly for it."

 

Manson gets off the mat quickly, ensuring that Atlas can't go for a pin, but is still groggy as he stands, and Atlas takes advantage by wrapping up the arm and appearing to go for an Irish Whip. But Atlas hangs on, and as Manson comes back, Atlas puts on a Front Face Lock and gives Manson the DDT. He goes for the cover.

 

"One!"

 

"TWO!"

 

"(Axis) Manson kicks out, but we have our first two-count of the match."

 

"(King) And Manson is now officially busted open!"

 

True to King's word, a scant trickle of blood seeps from Manson's head, as Atlas prepares to lift him up.

 

"(Axis) Right you are. The barrier collision earlier, now followed up by the Superkick and the DDT have effectively opened up a cut on Manson's forehead."

 

"(King) His reckless abandon has caught up with him."

 

Sean Atlas grins devilishly at the sight of blood, as he brings Manson up to his feet. Atlas imitates Manson for a brief second by wobbling, before driving the point of his right elbow into Manson's wound. The crowd boos as Manson falls, and once he hits the mat, Atlas grins once more and implores them to boo again. Atlas then turns his head and stares at Manson once again trying to get to his feet. As he does, Atlas gives him a small shove, to which Manson responds with a closed fist to the jaw!

 

"(Axis) Atlas was literally trying to humilate and embarrass Manson, but Manson would have none of it…"

 

Hardcastle warns Manson for the closed fist, and Manson responds by pushing him out of the way, before reaching forward and pulling the head of Atlas down, only to bring up a Muay Thai style knee up to the face and applying a front Waistlock. With the arms of Manson wrapped around Atlas, Manson lifts him up and throws him backward with an Overhead Belly-Belly Suplex!

 

"(Axis) This match is getting into the realm of brutal now. A knee like that is perfectly capable of breaking the bones in someone's face."

 

"(King) As you said, Manson would have none of what Atlas was doing to him earlier. So he responded by, erm, trying to mutilate Atlas's face."

 

Atlas pulls himself up with the help of the ropes and covers his face with his hands, his ears still ringing from the impact of the Knee Lift, as Manson appears calm once again after his release. Atlas clears his hands away in time to see Manson in pursuit, and as Manson draws near, he throws an elbow, followed by another. Manson staggers back into the center of the ring, and Atlas takes a step forward, thrusting his leg out and trying for a second Superkick. Manson learning from last time, ducks under the leg, and comes up pushing skyward on the chest of Atlas, sending him into the air, pivoting and planting him with the Rydeen Bomb! He doesn't cover though, and instead heads toward the corner.

 

"(Axis) Manson with The Spinal Tap, but he's not going for a cover here, which could be a huge mistake."

 

Manson, laying face first in the corner, begins climbing up slowly with his back towards the ring, and as he places his right foot on the second rope, Atlas begins stirring on the mat. Manson is up on the top now, and he steadies himself, as Atlas gets up to a vertical base.

 

"(Axis) I don't recognize this move. The ONLY move Manson has ever done from this position was the Moonsault, but that was ages ago. I don't think he knows where he is."

 

"(King) I believe he's been running on fumes ever since he began losing blood. So for once in your life, you may be right."

 

Manson takes a look at the crowd as he prepares to launch himself, but Atlas lunges forward and knocks the legs out from under Manson, crotching him. Manson now sits on the top turnbuckle wide-eyed, as Atlas now ascends and steadies himself on the second rope, applying the Waistlock to Manson from behind.

 

"(Axis) No, they'll be dead if they try this!"

 

"(King) But still, it'll be hugely entertaining."

 

The crowd rises up out of their seats, and flashes begin going off, as Atlas uses his strength to lift the deadweight Manson up off the turnbuckle, throwing him back with a Release German Suplex! The thud of two bodies hitting the canvas is deafening, as Sexton checks on both of them, but both appear to be out and Sexton begins the standing ten-count.

 

"(Axis) Good God! Manson no doubt took the brunt of that, as he was tossed like a rag doll across the ring, but Sean Atlas can't be in good shape himself."

 

"One!"

 

 

"Two!"

 

 

"Three!"

 

 

"Four!"

 

 

"Five!"

 

 

"Six!"

 

 

"Seven!"

 

 

"Eight!"

 

Finally at eight, Atlas pulls himself off the mat with the help of the ring ropes and Sexton calls off his count, as Atlas rushes over to the still downed Manson, rolls him over and covers with the lateral press..

 

"One!"

 

"TWO!"

 

"THR--!!"

 

"(Axis) He only gets two and three-quarters!"

 

Atlas pounds the mat in anger, before lifting up Manson and sending him into the ropes. Sean sets up for the Spinebuster, but Manson freezes in his tracks and unleashes a low kick to the left leg of Sean Atlas. Atlas reciprocates with a low kick of his own, but Manson get another lightning fast kick, this time to the stomach. Atlas clutches his gut and goes to a knee, as Manson hooks the arms and is prepared to hit a Double Arm DDT.

 

"(Axis) Manson looking like he's going for what he calls The Killswitch…"

 

But Atlas lifts a knee into the stomach of Manson, breaking up the Double Underhook set-up. Manson takes to a knee himself and Atlas takes a step back, then comes forward with a Clothesline. It's blocked by Manson, as he sets-up for a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep, elbow by Atlas, who then spins out and hooks on a regular Russian Leg Sweep. Sean Atlas connects, as he drags Manson down to the mat by his bloodied hair. Manson struggles to get up, but is seemingly stuck, as Atlas heads to the apron and walks towards the corner post, looking to put things away.

 

"(Axis) This didn't exactly work for Manson when he tried it…"

 

Atlas climbs, and looks out into the ring at Manson, before getting up to the top rope. Confident that this will end it all, he leaps off with his Three-Star Splash, but eats canvas as Manson just barely rolls out of the way!

 

"(King) And it didn't work this time either."

 

Exhausted, Manson crawls over to Atlas and props him up into a sitting position. Feeling as if this is his last hope, he applies an Inverted Face Lock, and wraps his leg around the body of Sean, thus adding in the Abdominal Stretch.

 

"(Axis) Manson with the Crimson Stretch… this could be it!"

 

With Manson wrenching and twisting Sean Atlas's limp body, Hardcastle checks in on him, as Atlas struggles to free himself. But with nowhere to go, Atlas gives verbal confirmation and Sexton signals for the bell.

 

::DING DING::

 

"(King) And Manson finishes off Sean Atlas with the Crimson Stretch!"

 

The arena erupts as "Hate Song" hits, and Manson releases the hold, collapsing on the mat, and accepting his newly won European Title from Sexton Hardcastle. A large contingent of the arena is in fits of cheers, as Sean Atlas lays dejectedly on his side in a heap, with the now dried-blood covered face of Manson shown as the final shot heading into commercial.

 

"(Axis) I'm curious how many of these cheers are simply due to the fact that the title is off Sean Atlas. Anyhow, Manson shows he still has it, as he wins a hard-fought contest over Sean Atlas and captures his first championship, in the SJL European Title! But the night isn't over folks, as it's all about the SJL World Title next, with TWO #1 Contender matches, and a title bout between Mike Van Siclen and the current champion, Magnificent 7 member Janus still to come."

[Guest The Last Free Voice]

"And we are Baaaaack to S-J-L Wrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaath!" Axis shouts.

 

"You okay? You might be coming down with tool-itis. It's common for announcers like you." King responds.

 

"Funny. Well, anyway, we have a TV title match up next! Omega Storm against Geddion!"

 

"Should be good, both guys seem to have that killer instinct." King says. "Omega has to be the favorite, he's the champ, plus he is more experienced."

 

"Your right King, it'll be a good one. Lets throw to Funyon and Get it started."

 

"The following contest is a one fall match for the SJL TV Title! Introducing first, from parts unknown, weighing two-hundred thirty-five pounds, sporting a record of 1-2 this issssss Geeeeeedion!" The lights go out as red strobelights begin to move through the Staples Center. POD's Set it Off comes over the sound system. Geddion walks out onto the stage and peers into the crowd. Neglecting his hand sign he heads strait to the ring, leaving the pyro guys hanging out to dry. He enters the ring and bounces around a little, looking a bit uneasy.

 

"He seems nervous." Axis observes.

 

"He has every right to be, his fourth match and it's a title shot? I'm surprised he is this composed." King responds. Then the arena lights die again. Suddenly green, blue and white strobes come on. Omega Storm, title in hand walks onto the ramp as One of a Kind comes over the sound system. He makes his way to ringside being soundly booed all the way down. Mouthing obscenities to the audience he makes his way to the opening of the isle, leading to the ring. Funyon begins to announce him, but is cut short as Geddion runs and jumps over the ropes, somersaulting down and crashing onto the champ.

 

"Geddion starts it off fast with a somersault Tope con Hilo!" Axis shouts. Geddion is quick to his feet and motions the fallen Storm to follow. As he rises Storm is met with a stiff right hand that rocks his jaw. A second follows. Geddion feels the adrenaline rush that follows and spin's, delivering a spin kick that sends the champ to the ground. He quickly hops up onto the apron and waits for his foe to stand. Omega shakely rises to his feet. As he gets to a vertical base Geddion jumps onto the middle rope and springs backwards, backfliping as thousands of flashbulbs go off. Omega, thinking quickly, sidesteps and lets Geddion hit the floor chest first with a sickening thud. The crowd gasps at the brutal fall.

 

"Geddion crashed and Burned on the Asai Moonsault!" Axis shouts. Geddion tries to get to his feet but can't, the wind still out of him. Omega smirks and picks Geddion up and rolls him into the ring. He follows him in, rolling under the bottom rope. Geddion, using the ropes, makes it to his feet. Omega plants a boot directly to Geddions gut, hunching him over in pain. He grabs Geddions head and hooks him in a suplex position. He lifts him up. All the blood rushes to Geddions head before Omega falls back and Geddion drop's to the mat with a crash.

 

Omega quickly rolls over and wraps his hands around Geddions neck in a blatant choke. The ref begins to count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Omega breaks just before five, avoiding a DQ. He smirks at the crowd and picks Geddion up. He scoops Geddion up and lifts him into a gorilla press position, but Geddion slides out and lands behind him. Geddion wraps his arms around Omega's waist, locking his hands together. He tries to fall back in a German Suplex, but before he can execute the move Omega slides one of his own arms down in between Geddion's and breaks his hold. He then spins behind Geddion and locks his hands putting Geddion in the position he had been held in. Omega now attempts a German Suplex, but Geddion flips farther than intended and lands on his feet, much to the delight of the crowd.

 

As Omega turns around to meet him he is recipient of a drop-kick to the mouth that sends him to the mat. He stands and is met with another drop-kick, again flooring him. He rises again and Geddion tries a third, but Storm sidesteps him and swats him to the mat. Capitalizing quickly he stomps on the back of Geddions head, driving his face to the canvas. He again picks Geddion up. Sizing his wrist he sends Geddion towards the corner in an Irish whip. When Geddion gets there he jumps and lands with both feet on the middle turnbuckle. Sensing that Omega is rushing in behind him Geddion backflips off the turnbuckle and lands behind Storm. As Storm turns Geddion jumps and delivers a spinning wheel kick.

 

"Geddion goes for a cover." Axis says as Geddion quickly covers his adversary.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And a kickout! "You won't put anyone in this league out this early, except maybe Kivel." King comments. Both men get to their feet, and Geddion jumps in the air, wrapping his legs around the neck and head of Storm, he tries to fall backwards but Storm blocks the huracanrana attempt. He locks his arms around Geddions waist and throws him to the mat in a brutal powerbomb. As Geddions head bounces a foot off the mat the crowd gives Omega an earful. He gives them a one finger salute.

 

"He needs to quit worrying about the fans and cover! Geddion may be out cold!" Axis shouts.

 

"Yea, a powerbomb like that can really take a lot out of you." King agrees.

 

"Speaking from experience?" Axis asks with a trace of sarcasm.

 

"Yes, I have powerbombed lots of people, you want to try?" He responds.

 

Omega climbs on top of Geddion and loosely hooks the left leg in a cover.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No! Geddion kicks out! "He might of had him if he hooked the leg better." Axis speculates. Omega, with a sadistic smile on his face, picks Geddion up. He tries to kick Geddion in the midsection, but his foot is caught by Geddion. He spins Omega around and delivers a kick of his own. He tucks Storms head under his own arm and drops onto his back, driving Storms head into the mat with a DDT.

 

Still dazed from the vicious powerbomb, Geddion doesn't cover. Opting instead to use the time to regain his composure. He shakes the cobwebs out of his head and meets the rising Storm with a quick left jab to the stomach. He grabs Storms head with one arm and falls, spinning onto his back, executing a great looking neckbreaker. He rolls over into a cover.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TH- Not this time! Omega uses his strength to send Geddion flying off of him and break the pin. Geddion quickly makes it to his feet, followed closely by Storm. Geddion charges, but is caught. Storm holds him in a position that looks almost like a hug. But he falls back, flinging Geddion overhead, leaving him to land backfirst on the mat in a belly to belly suplex. He walks over and picks Geddion off the mat, scooping him up into a bodyslam position and falling backwards throws him hard to the mat.

 

 

"Reverse Fallaway slam! He is just toying with Geddion!" Axis shouts. Omega smirks again and picks Geddion, who had rolled onto his stomach, back up. He kicks him in the gut, doubling him over and hooks both of his arms. He stands like that for a few seconds, letting the fans boo him. He then lifts him up, falling to his back and suplexes him overhead. He covers, hooking the leg noticeably tighter than last time.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR- No! Geddion gets his shoulder up! The crowd, cheering for the lesser of two evils, pops for the challenger. "Overhead double underhook suplex only gets two for Storm!" Axis calls. Storm shakes his head. He again picks the challenger up and sends him off the far ropes. On the rebound he catches him in the crucifix position, he looks to drop him, but Geddion, perhaps spurred on by the fans, slips out of it behind Omega, holding onto his neck and delivering a modified reverse DDT.

 

 

"What a counter! He hit a reverse spinning DDT out of nowhere!" King says. But Storm is quickly to his feet. Geddion meets him with a stiff boot to the midsection. He grabs his head and lifts him up in a vertical suplex. Rather than falling back he jumps in the air and lands on his BUTT in a murderous Brainbuster. "He may have put the champ out!" King calls. Geddion rolls over to cover.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO! Omega gets a foot on the bottom rope! Geddion, seeing his tactical error, curses himself. He raises Storm to his feet and hooks him in a front face lock. But Storm uses his superior power to break the hold and send Geddion off in the other direction. But Storm holds onto Geddions wrist and pulls him back to him, nailing him with a short arm clothesline!

 

"Oh! That's gonna hurt." Axis says. Geddion gets to one knee but Omega kicks him square in the head and sends him falling back to the mat. Storm then picks him up, but his plans are cut off by a thumb to the eye from Geddion.

 

"Ah, the old standby! I love that move." King says wistfully. Omega, angered by this swings at Geddion, trying to decapitate him with a clothesline. But Geddion ducks and hooks Omega in a backdrop suplex position, but rather than falling strait back he spins 180 degrees then drops Storm on his head.

 

"That spin increased his momentum, thus increasing pressure." King explains. "It's not only there for looks."

 

Geddion looks to cover but his foe is already starting to stand. So he waits for him to get vertical, spins him around so they face opposite directions and jumps hooking a Dragon sleeper while wrapping his own legs around Storms body. Storm falls backfirst to the mat to counter but Geddion doesn't break the hold! Geddion rears back, putting even more pressure on Omega's neck, screaming for him to tap.

 

Omega raises his arm high above his head. With a grimace on his face he lowers it, inches away from the mat. Screaming in agony he reaches, trying desperately to make it to the ropes.

 

He's a foot away. His power advantage is helping him get closer and closer to the end of the suffering.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Six inches. Geddion is wrenching back mercilessly. Part of the evenly split crowd is cheering him on, the other chanting for him to "tap out sissy! Tap out!"

 

 

 

"Gotta love California." King says.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two inches from the ropes, his hand falters and touches the mat. But it's not a tap, just a sign that he is weakening, says the ref, waving his arms to show the fans the title affair is not over yet. Storm reaches again, trying with all his strength to reach the ropes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And he does. The ref forces Geddion to break. Omega rolls to the apron, clutching his neck. Geddion, seeing this, bounds off the opposite ropes and delivers a baseball slide directly to Storm's head, sending him rolling off the apron to the floor. As Storm comes to his feet Geddion again sends himself off the far ropes and comes back leaping through the ropes, diving at his adversary in a superman like pose, crashing down onto him head first in a picture perfect Tope Suicida!

 

Geddion quickly gets to his feet and rolls Storm back in. Geddion gets onto the apron and jumps onto the top rope, spring boarding into the ring and flipping backwards.

 

"A springboard Shooting Star Press!? Wow!" Axis says, obviously impressed. But Omega gets his knees up, letting Geddion crash onto him. Geddion grasps his midsection, rolling over onto his back. Geddion climbs to one knee. Omega slowly gets to his feet. Storm moves to the now hunched over Geddion and grabs him and raises him over his head and delivers a cross powerbomb that bounces Geddions head off the mat. Storm goes for a cover, rolling Geddion to where his legs are near his head, almost in a jackknife. He puts all of his upper body weight onto Geddions legs, hoping to get the pin.

 

 

 

ONE! Geddion is kicking trying to force him off.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE- No! Geddion uses his leg strength to flip Storm onto his back. He hooks his arms with his legs, starting a pinning combination.

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR- NO! Omega kicks out at two! Both men are up to their feet and Geddion knees Storm in the gut, hunching him over. Geddion sticks his own head under Storms arm, and arches back, bridging into a Northern Lights suplex! The ref drops down to count, but Storm shifts onto his neck, elevating his shoulders. He then bridges farther until he is standing!

 

"What neck strength!" Axis shouts.

 

Storm, now in control lifts Geddion over his shoulder and tucks Geddions head between his legs.

 

"He's going for a tombstone piledriver!" King calls. But Geddion counters, shifting his weight and falling back into an inverted face lock, he grabs Storm's head and lifting him up by his trunks he falls to his but, slamming Storm's head to the mat between his legs.

 

"What a move!" Axis shouts.

 

"A reverse DDT to Michinoku driver!" King says. Geddion rolls over, exhausted from the beating he has taken and dished out, rolls over and drapes one arm over Storm in an elementary cover.

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE- NO! Storm kicks out! The crowd is in shock! Geddion slowly makes it to his feet, and picks Omega up behind him. He swings with right hand, but Storm blocks with his forearm and delivers a left jab that has Geddion reeling. Storm hits a second, almost taking Geddion off his feet. Geddion responds with a right uppercut to Storm's chin that rocks the reigning champ.

 

"Both guys are on rubber legs street!" Axis shouts.

 

"Next guy to hit a big move might win this." King adds.

 

Storm hits a right hook that sends Geddion stumbling backwards, dizzy. Storm grabs him, hooking him in a suplex above his head, but as he brings him down he twists Geddion, dropping him in a Jackhammer!

 

"That should be all!" Axis cries. Storm covers.

 

 

 

ONE! Geddion is not moving.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO! "It's over!" Axis shouts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE! NO! Just before the refs hand drops the final time Geddion rolls his shoulder, bringing it an inch off the mat, if that.

 

"How did he do that?" Axis wonders in disbelief. King can't answer. Omega looks at the crowd, then slowly motions across his neck, signaling he is going for the kill. He picks Geddion up. Geddion can hardly stand so Storm easily picks him up into what can only be described as an inverted cross powerbomb.

 

"He is going for the Omega Cloudburst!" Axis cries out.

 

But somehow Geddion finds the strength to slide out behind the champ, barely landing on his feet. As Omega turns he is kicked square in the midsection, and Geddion hooks him up for a suplex, also hooking the leg fisherman style. He tries to lift him into the air, but can't muster the strength. But on the second try he does, lifting Storm just high enough to spin 270 degrees on the way down.

 

"HE HIT THE DOOMSDAY DRIVER!" Axis screams.

 

Having used up the last ounce of his strength, Geddion collapse onto Storm, covering him.

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE! There will be no comeback. The bell rings and Geddion is declared the victor.

 

 

"We have a new TV champ! Both guys gave it all they had and Geddion had just a bit more. He had something to prove!" Axis says.

 

The ref hands Geddion the belt. He climbs the near turnbuckle, almost falling off, and raises the belt over head. Climbing down he leaves the ring. As his music plays the TRON shows a new message.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IT HAS BEGUN