Wrath Losing Matches.

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Here's my wonderful piece of work, which actually stayed under the word limit throughout its existance. Ironic that whenever I don't pass the limit, I lose...

 

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[Axis] Well, ladies and gentlemen, you’ve just witnessed a contest to determine the next number one contender to the European Championship. It is now time for the match to decide who the champion will be.

 

[suicide King] On Tuesday, Tryst won a shot at the championship, defeating Christian Blackwell with the help of his trustworthy friend, Stillwell. Sean Atlas was the referee then, and counted the deciding pinfall to award Tryst a shot at his belt.

 

[Axis] Not entirely true, as Stillwell counted for him. But aside from that, our Main Event is commencing.

 

We cut away from a view of the commentators and see a wide shot of the arena. A graphic of the SJL European Championship zooms onto the screen, showing the belt in all its glory. Just as it zooms off the screen, the Mellon Arena turns to darkness. Confused stillness engulfs the crowd while a deep green spotlight appears on the main stage. Behind it, scenes of a lush green forest and a quick moving object play on the SmarkTron. They finally stop several yards away from a man dressed in dark green, as he draws back the string of a bow, then releases an arrow into the view...

 

*BOOM*

 

Various pyrotechnics explode around the Smarktron, and the lights begin to flash. System of a Down’s “Forest” hits the sound system and the crowd cheers as their hero, Tristan Witt, makes his entrance into the spotlight. Holding a bow in one hand and several arrows in the other, Tryst walks down the ramp as Funyon announces him to the adoring fans.

 

“The following match is set for one fall, and is for the SJL European Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Bairnsdale, England, weighing in at 218 pounds, please welcome... TRYST!”

 

Tryst arrives at ringside and makes his way around to the timekeeper’s table. He removes his quiver of arrows and lays it down, along with the bow. Rolling into the ring, Tryst soaks in the cheers from the rhapsodic crowd and awaits his opponent as his music fades out.

 

[suicide King] And here comes the European Champion!

 

The opening chords of “Polyamorous” by Breaking Benjamin hits and are accompanied by the corresponding house lights flashing. Just as the heavy drums hit... *BOOM* ... white pyro explodes on the stage, and as the smoke from it dissipates, the frame of Sean Atlas appears behind it. He walks through the smoke, proudly wearing the European Title around his waist and the familiar white mask on his face. Once again, Funyon.

 

“And his opponent, making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the SJL European Champion... SEAN ATLAS!”

 

Sean arrives at ringside, eyes locked on the Robin Hood wannabe in the ring. As he walks around towards the steps, the jeers from the ringside fans are heard more clearly. Atlas steps up to the apron and through the ropes, then hands his championship belt to referee Matthew Kivell. As Kivell raises the belt over his head, Atlas turns his attention to Tryst, who hasn’t taken his eyes off the champion. They get near one another while Atlas music fades out and we prepare for the start of the match.

 

*ding ding*

 

And they lock up! A struggle ensues between Tryst and Atlas in a collar and elbow tie-up. They push one another back, neither one getting any decisive advantage as they are similar in siz, Atlas having a slight edge in the stature department. Finally though, Sean ducks down out of the tie up and thrusts his shoulder into Tristan, pushing him all the way into the corner. Quickly, Atlas grabs on to the middle rope on each side of Tryst, and using them for extra force, drives his shoulder into Witt’s gut! He pulls back and propels himself in a second time. Atlas Draws back, and...

 

[suicide King] ...thrusts his body into the abdomen of Tristan Witt again! Sean Atlas starts this match off dominating.

 

Atlas gets himself upright and takes Trysts arm in his hand. Stepping back, Sean tugs on the arm and whips Tryst across the ring. Tristan collides with the turnbuckle pads on the opposite corner, and just as Atlas reaches him, Tryst sidesteps away, causing Sean to run into the pads himself. Atlas bounces off, taking several steps back. From the side, Tryst lifts his leg and hits a Thrust Kick to Sean’s chest, nearly causing him to fall over... but Tristan stops him, and instead, grabs on to his head for a DDT...

 

And misses! Atlas prevents the DDT attempt by wrapping his arms around Tryst and immediately executing a Northern Lights Suplex!

 

[suicide King] Good job on the part of the European Champion, constantly aware of Tryst’s attempts.

 

[Axis] Tryst, despite his... quirkiness, is quite a capable athlete. He’s just as fast as Atlas is strong, and through he’s isn’t as enduring as Sean, he makes up for it in strategy.

 

[suicide King] Well, he’ll have to try a bit harder in this match. Sean hasn’t lost to many people, much less people smaller and less experienced than him.

 

Atlas comes to his feet, looking down at Tryst as he tries to make his way up. Taking a grip of his short blonde hair, Atlas jabs Tryst in the face with closed fist punches. He hits several of them until Tryst is far enough back to be Irish whipped. Sean sends him running into the opposite ropes and stands in the center of the ring, waiting. Tristan bounces off and as he reaches Atlas, he leaves his feet, which Atlas wasn’t expecting... and Tryst hits a cross body on Sean, taking him down to the mat!

 

The fans cheer the Sherwood Fable as he quickly rises to his feet and dashes towards the ropes. He bounces off and returns to Atlas, who was in the process of standing up before he turned and dove down, allowing Tryst to jump over him to the other ropes. Tristan bounces again and as he comes to Sean once more, Atlas is up on his feet, expecting another cross-body or a similar move...

 

And Tryst leaves his feet again, but this time, thrusts his feet out, taking the champion down with a dropkick! The fans let out another loud cheer for Witt, standing firmly behind him here. Meanwhile, Atlas goes down on his back while Tryst lands nearby and hastily scrambles to cover him...

 

 

...One...

 

 

...Two... NO!

 

 

[suicide King] Atlas promptly kicks out, clearly not willing to take a loss after that exchange.

 

[Axis] You’ve got to hand it to Tryst though. Just when it seemed like Atlas would dominate, he quickly turned things around.

 

Tryst comes to his feet and waits for Sean to stand up as well. Just as Atlas does, Tryst takes his hand and whips him towards the ropes... but Sean reverses it in mid move, sending Tryst running off. He bounces and this time, isn’t awaited by Atlas. Instead, Sean charges at him, and just as he reaches Witt, hits a monstrous clothesline, taking him down to the mat. The cheers from earlier suddenly turn to boos for the European champion, as he stares at some of the audience members.

 

Allowing Tristan to stand up on his own accord, Atlas slides down behind him, and the moment Tryst plants both of his feet, Sean pulls them out form under him with a rear leg takedown, forcing Witt back down. More jeers exhume from the crowd as Sean lets Tryst slightly lifts his upper body off the canvas, then kicks it back down with kicks to the neck/upper back.

 

[Axis] It would seem that Atlas is reverting to his usual strategy of working on the neck of his opponent, wearing it down to set it up for the Saint’s Demise or Katahajime Choke.

 

[suicide King] And has that strategy ever faltered?

 

[Axis] Well, no.

 

[suicide King] So then he knows what he’s doing.

 

Ending the barrage of kicks, Atlas dives down to wrap his arms around Tryst’s waist while he’s still on the mat. Standing doubled over, Atlas elevates Tristan off the surface of the ring and straightens out, carrying Tryst over his head and back don on the mat with a massive Wheelbarrow Suplex!

 

[suicide King] Astounding maneuver from Atlas, tossing Tristan over like a pancake. And notice his Tryst landed on his back and shoulders, contributing to Sean’s strategy.

 

[Axis] He should really be going for the pin here, as Tryst isn’t moving too aggressively.

 

[suicide King] Not until he inflicts some more punishment.

 

Atlas takes Tristan by the hand and lifts him up; all to the crowd’s constant booing. He takes Tryst’s hand and whips him towards the ropes... but doesn’t let it go, causing Witt to snap right back towards him. Atlas spreads his arms out, wrapping tryst in a belly-to-belly as he returns... but Tryst is quick enough to slip down and away from Atlas, sliding out and through Sean’s legs.

 

He chares the ropes to gain momentum, and the moment he bounces off, Atlas turns around to face him. Feeling the rumbling ring under him and witnessing Tryst’s charging green form dashing at him, Atlas doesn’t back down even an inch and meets Tristan midway, taking his legs out from beneath him, and slamming him down with a Sweep Spinebuster!! He keeps his hand on one of Tryst’s legs and comes down, pinning the Sherwood Fable to the mat...!

 

 

...ONE...

 

 

 

...TWO...

 

 

 

..NO!

 

 

[Axis] Tryst gets a shoulder up before Kivell counted to three!

 

[suicide King] He’s a resilient little twerp, but he can’t last much longer here.

 

[Axis] As long as he needs to “purge that fiend Atlas”, as he said, he’ll stay in this match, King.

 

[suicide King] What a clown.

 

Atlas slams his fist down on the mat in frustration, realizing that Tryst won’t be as easy to get rid of as he thought. He stands up and on his way, carries Tryst to a standing position as well. He turns Tryst to face him and just as he does... *SMACK* ... he slaps his hand against Tryst’s chest, knocking him back half a step. *SMACK* another one, which pushed Witt another step back. *SMACK* A third, which nearly knocks Tryst into the ropes, followed by a loud, echoing, jeer-drawing *SMACK* more vicious than the first three, which get Tryst leaning on the ropes, his chest probably a crimson red under the loose green shirt.

 

Rapidly, Atlas takes one of Tryst’s arms, which is spread out across the top rope, and straightens it to the side, then steps onto the bottom rope and falls back, pulling Tryst down with him... hitting a Single Arm DDT to drive Tryst down into the canvas!

 

[suicide King] I’m telling you, Atlas has this matched wrapped up.

 

[Axis] It seems like you might be right. The crowd is booing heavily, but their enthusiasm towards Tristan Witt has lessened.

 

Taking Tryst by the hand, Atlas lifts him back up to a standing position. Keeping his grip, he whips Tristan towards the ropes across the ring, then follows him as he runs. Tryst reaches the ropes, but as he gets near, he suddenly leaps up and lands on the middle rope...! He jumps back, twisting his body in mid-air to meet the running, and now slowing, Atlas... and lands across his body with a Springboard Plancha, taking Sean down to the mat! The fans let out a substantial cheer for their hero as he rolls off Atlas.

 

[Axis] Or maybe not! Tryst comes out of nowhere to hit that plancha, taking the champion off his feet.

 

[suicide King] Surprising, yes. Substantial, no. Tryst has some tricks up his sleeve, but they’re not enough to take out the champion.

 

Tryst and Atlas both reach their feet at roughly the same time, and each man tries to grab the other. The faster Tryst succeeds and takes Sean’s arm first, following it with a hammerlock. He wraps his other arm around Atlas’ waist, attempting to execute a Hammerlock Belly to Back Suplex... But Atlas will have none of it as he maneuvers out of it, twisting his body to face Tristan again.

 

Their hands still locked together, Atlas pulls and twists Trysts body so that his arm is wrapped around his own neck, and his back is to Sean. Clearly trying to set up an Immaculate Neckbreaker, Atlas turns around and prepares to drop down... except Tryst escapes it, ducking out of the hold his own arm had on him, and faces Sean’s back. Atlas though, keenly aware, slides down and feet-first, moves his body between Tristan’s legs, under him.

 

[suicide King] Showing his agility there, Atlas realized Tryst moved out of position for the Neckbreaker.

 

Standing back up behind Tryst, with his grip on Tryst’s arm intact, Atlas wraps his other hand around Tryst’s second arm, attempting a Stretch Suplex... and he lifts Witt up in the air, over his head and... Tryst lands on his feet! He didn’t flip over on the Suplex attempt, floating over Sean’s head instead. He tries to tear his hand away from Atlas grip, but can’t easily do it...

 

[Axis] Tryst was the one that took Sean’s hand at first, but now Atlas took advantage and deliberately won’t let his hand go!

 

Instead, Tryst spins and lifts his leg up, using a Spinning Heel kick while simultaneously turning Atlas to face him... but his leg lands to the side, across their arms. Atlas finally lets Tryst’s hand go, breaking their clasping hands but taking Tryst’s leg into his clutch. Hopping on one foot, Tryst expects the fiendish Atlas to do what he commonly does in this situation, that being to try a Leg Capture Suplex... and he goes for it!

 

Moving Tryst’s leg closer in, Atlas actually places it all the way onto his shoulder. Grabbing Tryst’s neck, Sean lifts him up, trying to carry him over... but the agile Sherwood Fable forces his body back, and instead of being flipper over, throws his second leg onto Atlas’ other shoulder, sitting on him in a Rana position... and falls back, taking the European Champion down to the canvas with a Hurricanrana!!! The crowd erupts for the sequence while Trys reaches back to hook Sean’s leg for the pin...

 

 

... ONE ...

 

 

 

 

 

... TWO ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

.... NO!!!

 

 

[suicide King] Sean Atlas kicks out! He didn’t lose, he’s still in this match!

 

[Axis] But he’s faltering. You can tell he’s having a bit of trouble keeping up with Tryst.

 

As Kivell’s hand came down, Atlas’ shoulder came up for the kickout. Tryst, meanwhile, jumped off him, acting rapidly to keep his momentum going. He takes Atlas by his head and brings him to a standing position. Reluctantly taking his hand again, Tryst whips Sean into the far ropes, successfully sending him running off. Atlas bounces and upon his return to Tryst, he’s met with a drop toe hold, hif masked face colliding with the mat.

 

Instantly, Tryst floats over on top of Sean, trying to set up an STF...! But as he attempts to maneuver his leg to lock Atlas’, Sean fights it and rolls over, kicking Tryst away. Steadily coming to his feet, Atlas charges at the waiting Tryst nearby, ducking down to try a Spear...! And tryst jumps it, leapfrogging over his furious running opponent. Atlas nearly run into the ringpost, but stops himself with the turnbuckle pads.

 

He turns around to see Tryst stop and wait for him in the center of the ring. Instinctually, Sean sprints towards him, into the direction of another turnbuckle. As Tryst nears it, he scampers up the ropes, one step on each at a time until he reaches the top. He then leaps off, twisting in mid air, anticipating Sean Atlas to be in perfect position for the Corkscrew Plancha... and he lands it!!!

 

[Axis] Tryst spins in the air, landing across Sean Atlas with his third Plancha of the matchup!

 

A colossal cheer erupts from the crowd as Tryst quickly hooks the leg and covers!

 

 

... ONE ...

 

 

 

[suicide King] No!

 

 

 

... TWO ...

 

 

 

 

[Axis] Yes!

 

 

 

 

... THRNNNNOOOOOO!!!

 

 

 

[suicide King] YES! The match is not over, folks!

 

[Axis] It might as well be. All Tryst has to do now is hit a finisher and Atlas will be finished!

 

 

The fans express their disappointment as Tryst stands up, feeling as though he’s minutes away from winning. He takes Sean by his head again and lifts him up, bringing him to a stand. For the umpteenth time in the match, Tryst takes Sean’s hand and whips him to the ropes... but he holds on, taking a page out of Sean’s book. As Atlas snaps back to him, he tries a clothesline with his other arm to take the Sherwood native down to the mat... but Tryst ducks, coming back up behind the champion!

 

From this position, he bends Atlas’ hand in a hammerlock, trying once again the move he couldn’t hit before. Using his other hand to wrap Atlas’ waist around, he lifts... but can’t... quite... get... him... up...! Atlas fights out of it and turns himself around, facing Tryst once again... only to receive a swift knee to the gut, followed by Tryst trapping him in a front face lock. With all the might his Robin Hood-esque body can muster, Tryst lifts Atlas off his feet and slams him down with a Snap Suplex!

 

[King] Dammit! I know he can do better than this!

 

Right away, Tryst rolls back with his feet up in the air, and using his hands, kicks up from the ring surface! The fans cheer for the agile move, while Atlas rolls over onto his front. Tryst takes him by the head again and tries getting him up, but just before he does so, Atlas charges into him! Sweeping Tristan off his feet, Atlas drives him into the corner, making him sit atop the turnbuckle!

 

From the position beneath Tryst, Sean attacks him with more punches, then stands on the bottom rope for a better position. He hits nearly half a dozen punches before the crowd’s booing is overshadowed by some fans’ counting the number of punches. Immediately, he stops and steps back, which allows Tryst to use his feet and kick Atlas in the side of his head. As Sean stumbles, Tryst places his feet on the middle rope and waits for the right moment... then leaps off, grabbing Atlas’ neck, twisting around and driving his head into the mat with a Tornado DDT!!!

 

 

[Axis] DDT from Tryst! This could be the end of the match, King. We’ve seen Tryst do this before, where he follows up a DDT with the Arrow’s Path.

 

[suicide King] Doesn’t mean it’ll happen again, aussie.

 

Tryst stands and to the admiration of his fans, dashes towards the corner. He swings himself through the top and middle rope, and quickly climbs the turnbuckle. He sits there, waiting; anticipating Sean’s rise to his feet. The fans already made it to theirs, and continue to applaud Tristan as he stares fixedly at the masked fiend below him.

 

[Axis] This is it, King. This is it!

 

[suicide King] This can’t be it. It just can’t. Sean Atlas can’t go down like this. He... can’t.

 

[Axis] While King here is stuck on the word “Can’t” Atlas is getting to his feet in the ring, and Tryst is about to leap off and win the European Title!

 

Atlas is indeed halfway up, and Tryst matches his motions by extending his legs and coming to a complete stand on top of the turnbuckle. The anticipation in the Mellon Arena grows as both men ascend, until reaching a climax when Atlas fully stands up and turns around, looking for Tryst...

 

[Axis] And he’s off!

 

But by the time, Tryst is already in the air, flipping forward, spinning in their air towards Sean Atlas...

 

He extends his feet for the dropkick part of the Arrow’s Path...

 

And hits it!

 

 

He hits...

 

 

The ring mat!!!

 

 

 

[suicide King] Tryst missed! Sean Atlas ducked out of the way, escaping the Arrow’s Path!

 

The crowd expresses disappointment, followed by boos for Atlas who barely managed to get out of the way. Slowly, Tryst rolls around, holding his back and side after colliding with the hard surface of the ring. Atlas stands up again and walks over to Tryst, satisfied in his lucky getaway from Tryst’s aerial finisher. Taking him by his head and neck, Atlas forcefully gets Tryst up to his feet. He stands in front of him, positioning his hand between his own legs, then grabs it from behind them.

 

[King] Yes! It looks like Atlas is trying the Exploider ’98!

 

Sean gets his head under Tryst’s arm, and prepares to execute the move when suddenly, Tryst begins to struggles, trying to evade the move. He frees his hand from Atlas grip under his legs and steps forward, his back facing Atlas’ back. They both turn around simultaneously and Atlas, for the first time acting faster than Tryst does, takes Tristan Witt’s head in his hands and turns, wrapping his arm around Tryst’s neck, then slams him down with an brutal Diamond Cutter!

 

[Axis] No!

 

[suicide King] Yes! When one rare move doesn’t work, you go for another one, and that was it. Atlas is getting the advantage back!

 

Atlas jumps onto Trysts back and quickly hooks his neck. The fans boo as he slides his other hand under Tristan’s arm and pulls back on it. Just as quickly, Atlas tightens his grip on both the neck and arm, successfully locking on the KATAHAJIME CHOKE! Taking the lighter Tryst into his clutches, Atlas shifts his legs to stands up and gets to his feet, vigorously lifting Tryst up as well while he struggles in the submission hold...

 

[suicide King] All Tryst has to do now is tap out or quit, and the title remains on Sean Atlas’ waist!

 

[Axis] Why do you support he so much, King?! There is nothing about him to like.

 

[suicide King] He’s beaten every man that stepped in the ring with him, Axis.

 

[Axis] What about Spi...

 

[suicide King] Don’t even mention Jenkins. You know fully well that Atlas has avenged that loss, now holding two wins over him. He’s the best newcomer that’s hit the Junior League since the days of Frost, who told me personally that Atlas actually impresses him!

 

[Axis] Nevertheless, you’ve got a match to call, my friend, and it seems that through all this babbling, Tristan Witt has not given up.

 

In fact, tryst hasn’t given up, despite referee Kivell’s constant pestering... Atlas continues to tighten his grip on Tristan’s neck and arm.. All the while, Tryst flails his arms in the air and shakes his legs whenever Atlas lifts him too high... Kivell keeps asking Tryst to give up, to quit, to forfeit his chance to be the champion of his native land... and Tryst still refuses!

 

Atlas continues to grow angrier at both tryst and the referee... Tryst for his persistence and Kivell for his ineptitude... Just as Matthew Kivell draws nearer to Tristan, asking him yet again if he wishes to give up, Atlas swings Tryst to the side, and uses all 218 pounds of his body to knock Kivell over! He swings Tryst into the referee, turning him around and knocking him down onto his face! He lets Tryst fly in the process, tossing him aside as well.

 

[Axis] What the hell? He can’t do that! That’s blatant cheating!

 

[suicide King] Hey, for all the referee knows, it was an honest mistake. Hell, maybe Tryst swung himself into him you don’t know!

 

[Axis] I do know, dammit, I was right here! I saw the whole thi... hey! What’s Atlas doing coming this way?

 

To the boos of the Pittsburgh fans, Atlas takes advantage of the knocked out referee by sliding out of the ring and walks past the announcers to the timekeepers table He takes hi European Championship belt from the small table and heads back to the ring...

 

[suicide King] (clapping) Brilliant idea, Sean! Kivell won’t know a thing and Tryst won’t know what hit him!

 

[Axis] Way to defend that title, Anti-Christ!

 

At Axis’ remark, Sean stops and snaps his head to face Axis, but the glare of the black beady eves beneath the mask instill heavy fear in the Australian commentator. He turns around, bewildered.

 

[Axis] Uh, hey! Who said that? Huh? Which one of you ringside fans said that?

 

By the time Axis turns back to Sean, Atlas already slid into the ring, his title in hand. Kivell is still down while Tryst is on his chest, rubbing some feeling back into his shoulder and neck. The jeering grow louder as Atlas positions himself behind Tristan, waiting, stalking him, waiting for the moment that he can drive the heavy gold title belt into the face of the delusional Tristan Witt.

 

The fans’ anticipation grows greater. Their excitement builds as the sound of seats springing upright can be heard when each spectator stands up. Some foam arrows come flying to the ringside area from some of the fans launching their souvenirs towards Sean Atlas, in hopes of actually getting him. Suddenly though, from the area behind Sean and behind the commentators, comes a wild cheer. The fans’ hopes a swiftly met when a man seems to be running through he crowd. He jumps the rail behind the commentary table and runs on top of it towards the ring.

 

[suicide King] Is that?

 

[Axis] It is!

 

[King and Axis] DACE NIGHT!

 

[Axis] The World Champion is here!

 

Dace Night, SJL Champion, slides into the ring. Most everyone in the arena now sees him, and Atlas, probably the last to find out, quickly turns around to face the mysterious man behind him. But before he can even identify who it is that just entered the ring, his masked face is introduced to his own European gold as Dace Night hits a thunderous Yakuza Kick into the belt, knocking into Sean’s face!

 

[Axis] YAKUZA KICK FROM DACE!

 

Atlas drops his belt and comes back stumbling as Tryst, who by now has turned around and is cheerfully shocked at Dace Night’s presence in the ring.

 

 

[suicide King] That bastard! He has no right to interfere here!

 

[Axis] He’s coming this way, and he’s got the European Title...

 

[suicide King] Is he stealing that thing? Doesn’t he think one is enough?

 

[Axis] No! He threw it back to the timekeeper and is hightailing it out of here!

 

 

Atlas staggers backwards, trying to prevent himself from falling while Tryst comes to his feet. Sean gets all the way back to the rope and bounces off, content that he didn’t get knocked down...

 

 

But his face is attacked again when Tryst leaps into the air and thrust his feet out, kicking Sean square in his masked mug! Sean bounces off the rope a second time while tryst prepares himself... and then catches Sean Atlas with a front face lock! He lifts him up, twists him in the air and slams him down with a Front Suplex, perfectly executing THE CRUSADE!!!

 

 

[Axis] Crusade! Tryst hit his finisher!

 

 

Just inches away from the downed referee, Tryst pokes Kivell to revive him and make the count. He takes Atlas arm and rolls him over onto his back, revealing a small puddle of blood where his face was and several streaks of the crimson red liquid pouring down his mask from his mouth and nose...

 

[suicide King] No! Not like this! Atlas is bleeding! Damn you, Dace Night!

 

Tristan lays him body across Sean Atlas, hooks his near leg, as well as his far leg, placing all his weight on the soon-to-be-former European Champion. Kivell drags himself over to make the count...

 

 

 

... ONE ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The fans count along...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

... TWO ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The fans yell three...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tryst yells three...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Countless flashbulbs go ofF...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three.

 

 

 

 

 

*DING DING DING*

 

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this contest, and your NEW SJL Eueopean Champion... THE SHERWOOD FABLE, TRYST!”

 

 

“Forest” by System of a Down hits as Tryst finally drops Sean’s legs. His eyes show the deepest amount of shock and his jaw as wide as can be. The roar of the crowd drowns out the music and Tryst, not realizing what’s going on exactly, looks dumbfounded. A ringside assistant brings the title belt over to Kivell, who slowly stands up and takes it, handing it to its new holder, Tristan Witt. He takes it and looks at his reflection in the face of the belt... and smiles.

 

 

[Axis] Tryst has captured the gold and defeated the not-so-noble Sean Atlas to vanquish the fiend!

 

 

Tryst raises the golden belt over his head, celebrating his victory. Deep down, he wishes to be raised upon the shoulders of his merry men, with Stillwell by his side. But that will come another day. He wraps the gold belt around his waist, around the green shirt that adorns him. In stark contrast to the green, the red blood of Sean Atlas continues to pour down his white mask, onto the ring mat below.

 

[Axis] For the second time in his career, Sean Atlas, the man who refuses to ever see the light, is forces to stare at the light in agonizing defeat. This was not his night, and not his match. But that is his blood, of crimson color, pouring down the side of his face. Tune in to Crimson this Thursday, as this definitely isn’t over!

 

 

SJL

 

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[Guest vitriol]

I'd like to note that it was a sleeper slam AFTER I DROPPED YOU ON YOUR HEAD AND YOU COULD BARELY STAND!!!!!!!!!!

 

Ahem.

[Guest Evolution]

Bah. This match was just completely rushed on my part, since I had to go to a relative's house for most of Saturday and today. That excuse aside, my announcing is subpar--per usual--and I'm basically just unsatisfied with my effort in this match.

 

Axis: "...And we're back on SJL Wrath, live from the Mellon Arena in beautiful Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania!"

 

King: "If by 'beautiful' you mean 'putrid', then I couldn't agree more."

 

Axis: "Whatever, King. Our next match on the card tonight is a match for the SJL Television Title, and it has some history behind it. Care to elaborate, King?"

 

King: "If it'll get you to shut up for a few minutes, of course. This all started on Crimson in a #1 contenders tag team match with John Duran and 'The Dark Rebel' Terry Wayne against David Blazenwing and Geddion. Duran and Wayne won the match, but after the match, Duran attacked Wayne, letting him know that they both weren't on the same side. Then, on Metal, Duran and Wayne faced off against each other and Omega Storm in a triangle match for the SJL Television Title. Wayne got his revenge, winning the Television Title. Duran is going to get his rematch tonight, but he's none too happy about his first loss in the SJL."

 

Axis: "Should be a very intriguing match. Let's go to Funyon who's in the ring, ready to introduce our contestants in this match!"

 

Funyon: "The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the SJL Television Title!"

 

"Sinner" by Drowning Pool rings throughout the arena, and the crowd strikes up boos for John Duran as he enters.

 

Funyon: "The challenger, hailing from Champaign, Illinois and weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-five pounds, JOHN DURANNNNNNNNN!"

 

King: "How can these people boo him? They should be cheering their heads off!"

 

Axis: "Have you seen the way he's acted as of late? Totally unacceptable."

 

Duran has a serious look on his face as he scans the crowd, but the frown quickly is turned upside-down, as Duran throws up his arms, middle fingers extended, the crowd booing even louder as Duran shows what he thinks of the Pittsburgh crowd.

 

King: "My thoughts exactly."

 

John continues his way down towards the ring, the crowd continuing to boo him. Instead of going directly into the ring, Duran makes his way around the ring, stopping in front a fan holding up a sign reading "BLAZENWING IS MY HERO." Duran frowns and rips the sign away from the fan, ripping it in half and throwing it back in the face of the fan, the immediate crowd around the fan doing some ripping of their own by booing Duran strongly. Duran finally makes his way into the ring and leans on the ropes facing the SmarkTron, awaiting the entrance of the Television Champion.

 

Duran doesn't have to wait long, as "Hurt" by Johnny Cash plays and the familiar video of the snake eating the rabbit plays, some of the crowd cheering for Terry Wayne as he makes his entrance, the Television Title sported proudly around his waist.

 

Funyon: "And his opponent, from Norfolk, Virginia and weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, he is the SJL Television Champion, 'The Dark Rebel', TERRY WAYYYYYYNNNNNEEEEEEE!"

 

The crowd's cheers continue for Wayne as he slowly walks towards the ring, keeping his eyes on his opponent. Eventually, Wayne gets to the ring; walking up the ring steps and stepping into the ring, referee Sexton Hardcastle asking for the belt as Wayne relinquishes it from his waist. Terry hands the belt to Hardcastle, and Hardcastle puts raises the belt up in the air, the camera focusing on it.

 

Axis: "That is what is at stake tonight for both of these men."

 

Hardcastle gives the belt to Funyon, who goes to the ringside area.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

As the match begins, Duran and Wayne stare each other down from either side of the ring, watching each other carefully. They both slowly advance on each other, making sure to carefully avoid each other. Duran makes the first move, locking up with Terry and quickly sending him into the ropes. Duran bounces off the opposite ropes and comes running at Terry, running Terry over with a running shoulderblock. Terry quickly gets to his feet, and Duran spins around, kicking Terry in the midsection and trying for a DDT. However, Terry pushes Duran off into the ropes and recovers, and as Duran comes back for more, Wayne kicks him in the midsection and hits a DDT of his own, driving Duran's skull into the mat, the crowd cheering as Wayne rolls Duran over and goes for the cover.

 

ONE...

 

 

TWO...

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

Axis: "Early in this match, it looks to be pretty even between both competitors. However, it seems that this match is not exactly speeding along. Both men are not known for their speed, so for those of your viewers who are expecting a fast-paced match, you'll be quite disappointed with this match."

 

King: "If you're expecting a fast-paced match, you're also a tool, but that's besides the point."

 

Wayne drags John to his feet, before quickly grabbing John's arm and bringing Duran back down with a Russian legsweep. Terry is back to his feet quickly, as he drops an elbow right on the prone throat of Duran, assuming control of the match. Terry then takes a break, waiting for Duran to get to his feet. Once John does get to his feet, Terry runs up, grabbing Duran's neck and swinging around, hitting a nasty swinging neckbreaker, taking down Duran once again. Terry goes over to John and kicks him in the side, which makes Duran sit up in pain, holding his side. Wayne takes advantage of this position, bouncing off the ropes, grabbing Duran's head and doing a quick flip, dropping down and snapping Duran's neck down hard, sending John back down flat on the mat, the whiplash from the move really doing a number on his neck. Terry quickly goes for the cover, the ref swinging around to count the pinfall...

 

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

THR-KICKOUT!

 

Axis: "A close pinfall there, as it looks like Terry Wayne is going to try and work the neck of John Duran here."

 

King: "Good strategy. That is, if you want to get Duran angry."

 

Wayne goes to drag Duran up by his black hair, but John seemingly snaps back to life, bring his arm up and nailing Wayne right in the crotch. Sexton Hardcastle completely misses the whole thing, and Terry goes down hard, holding his crotch.

 

Axis: "What a cheap shot!"

 

King: "Shut up, you stupid Aussie, this is great!"

 

Duran apparently assuming control of the match now, drags Wayne up by his long brown hair, and swinging his right hand at "The Dark Rebel". Terry somehow blocks it though, and tries for a right hand of his own, but Duran blocks that one and gets his right hand free, raking it across Terry's eyes, making Wayne stumble backwards. Ref Hardcastle tells Duran to watch it with the eyes, and Duran feigns innocence as the crowd boos, Wayne beginning to recover. However, he doesn't get much time as Duran runs him down with a clothesline, knocking Terry down hard to the mat. Duran holds his neck, still feeling the after effects of those moves from Terry Wayne. John shakes out the cobwebs, however, and picks Wayne up to his feet and signaling for the Break Point.

 

Axis: "King, he's going to try and end it right here!"

 

King: "Good, I can't wait to see Wayne suffer!"

 

Duran goes behind Wayne and locks him in a full nelson, before lifting Wayne up and dropping down, taking Terry with him and hitting a full nelson bomb. The crowd is booing John as he leans back and locks on the body scissors, the Break Point now secured on Terry. Wayne immediately begins to grimace in pain, squirming around to try to get out of the move. Some of the fans figure that Duran has the match won, as they begin to boo. Wayne tries to wiggle out of the move some more, but John just locks the body scissors on harder, Terry seemingly on the verge of tapping out. Duran has a smug look on his face, and it's clear that he thinks he is about to win. The crowd gets up on their feet and begins to cheer for Wayne, however, encouraging him to find some way to get out of the move. Duran tries to lock it on as hard as he can, but "The Dark Rebel" suddenly rolls around enough to pin Duran's shoulders down to the mat! Sexton Hardcastle catches this and counts the pinfall!

 

ONE...

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

THR-KICKOUT!

 

Duran quickly releases the Break Point after that narrow escape, the crowd cheering as Terry rolls over, still in pain from the submission hold.

 

Axis: "That was a heck of a way to get out of the Break Point from 'The Dark Rebel', now he just needs to capitalize on that move!"

 

Wayne is still in pain, however, and Duran takes advantage of this situation, picking Wayne up again by his hair, whipping Terry into the turnbuckle. Once Terry hits the turnbuckle, Duran charges, driving his shoulder into Wayne's abdomen blasting him hard into the turnbuckle with a vicious spear, Terry's neck whipping back violently and almost hitting the top turnbuckle from the force of the move. However, Duran holds his neck in pain, once again feeling the effects of those early moves that focused on his neck. Duran shakes it off again and tries to punch away at the body of Terry Wayne, but Wayne beats him to the punch, literally, hitting a right hand to the side of Duran's head and turning the tables, sending John into the corner. Wayne hits Duran with right hand after right hand, the crowd cheering on "The Dark Rebel" as he begins to tip the scales in his favor in this match.

 

Axis: "This match isn't nearly over yet, as the crowd has seemed to give Terry Wayne a second wind!"

 

Terry drags Duran out to the middle of the ring, and locks him in a standing headscissors. Terry wraps his arms around Duran's torso and then lifts him straight up, dropping back and sending Duran's head into the mat with a piledriver, the crowd cheering as Terry gets back up to his feet, grabbing John's arm and dragging him over to the apron. Terry leaves the ring, and Sexton Hardcastle tries to bring some order to the match, but Terry ignores his warnings. Wayne continues to drag Duran, placing his neck over the edge of the apron before getting up on the apron himself, judging the distance before getting some speed and dropping a leg down on the head of Duran, Duran's neck snapping back against the force of the move, the crowd letting out a chorus of "Ooh"s. Duran holds his neck in extreme pain, as Wayne gets to his feet and slides back into the ring, grabbing Duran's legs and dragging him back into the middle of the ring. Wayne then picks Duran back up by his hair, grabbing Duran's arm and whipping John into the ropes. On the way back, Wayne gives Duran a nice kick to the midsection and locks him in a standing headscissors, calling for the Fatal Flaw. The crowd gets up on their feet and some start cheering, as Wayne tries to pick up Duran. However, Duran was prepared for this and shoves all of his weight down, reversing the move with a backdrop that sends Terry crashing to the mat.

 

King: "Great reversal!"

 

Axis: "The tables have turned again!"

 

The crowd begins to boo, as Duran signals for the Crash Landing. Duran picks up Terry and whips him to the far turnbuckle, charging in for a spear. Terry puts up his boot, but Duran stops short of the boot at the last second, and then slides in with a clothesline when Terry's boot goes back down. Duran hoists Wayne up on the top rope and goes up with him, hoisting Terry on his back and then leaping off the top rope, driving Wayne's head into the mat with a loud THUD, as the crowd lets out some "Ooh"s at the sight of the Crash Landing.

 

Duran rolls over onto Terry and covers, as Sexton Hardcastle makes the count...

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

 

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THREE!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The crowd's booing intensifies as Duran gets to his feet, arms extended in victory as Sexton grabs the TV title and hands it to Duran.

 

Funyon: "Your winner, and NEW SJL Television Champion, JOHN DURANNNNNNNNN!"

 

The crowd continues to boo Duran, as he asks Funyon for his microphone. The crowd is still booing as Duran goes to speak.

 

Duran: "My win tonight over Terry Wayne is only the beginning! There will be more to come! This is just the first step of my journey towards greatness in this league, and I will become #1, by ANY means necessary!"

 

Duran throws the microphone back to Funyon and walks off, leaving the ring with his newly won belt slung over his shoulder, turning to the crowd and flipping off a group of fans that continue to boo Duran. Duran pauses at the entrance of the aisle and throws up his belt in celebration, smiling broadly before turning around and leaving the ring.

 

EDIT - Oh, and this match is WAYYYY too short. 1,400 words or so under the limit, if I remember correctly. Not good at all.

[Atlas 0]

I'd like to note that it was a sleeper slam AFTER I DROPPED YOU ON YOUR HEAD AND YOU COULD BARELY STAND!!!!!!!!!!

 

Ahem.

And yet, I went for a clothesline on you?

 

 

I'm just messin'. Congrats on the win.

[Guest HollywoodSpikeJenkins]

I went over the limit, which I would like to think is the reason I lost. Oh, and fuck Kaine for making me look like a jobber with that after match promo. Yeah, fuck you buddy.

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(The camera cuts back to the arena, as fans stand on their feet, cheering for the next match to take place. Fans hold up their home made signs, featuring such witty remarks as "Where's Your Pipe?", "Silence The Perfect One," and "We Want Janus." We go over some more fans, before cutting back down to Axis, and his broadcast partner, The Suicide King!)

 

Axis: Welcome back to SJL Wrath!

 

King: We are back damn it! Yes, we are!

 

Axis: Umm, yeah! So far, what an amazing show! A number one contender to the SJL Television title was crowned, and not only that, but the SJL Television title was also decided by the champion, or could he be former champion, Terry Wayne, and John Duran!

 

King: But we also had a tag team match up, involving the SJL World Champion, Dace Night and "Picture Perfect" Aaron Carpenter! They took on Omega Storm and Quiet Death in one hell of a match up! Or so it seemed!

 

Axis: Anyway, up next, we have a second number one contenders match, this time, for Sean Atlas' SJL European Title! This match involving, one of the top contenders to the SJL World Title, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins, and a man in his second match here in the SJL, Kaine!

 

King: Kaine made his debut on Metal, defeating Manson with the high flying maneuver, The Leap of Faith!

 

Axis: An impressive win from Kaine on Metal, but Spike Jenkins didn't have the same luck as Kaine. Spike took on Va'aiga and Crow in a Lost at Sea match, with Spike being the first eliminated, allowing Va'aiga to be the number one contender to the SJL World Title!

 

King: And now, Va'aiga is going to get a world title shot, while Spike has to take on rookies for a title he is above!

 

Axis: He should be happy he is getting this shot at a title!

 

King: Oh, please! Me and you both know that Spike should be world champion, right now, and he shouldn't be facing rookies, no matter how good they are, like Kaine!

 

Axis: Even though Kaine is a rookie, him and Spike's styles are almost identical, and both are very talented!

 

(The camera cuts over the entrance way, as "Feuer Frei" by Rammstein begins to play over the loud speaker through the arena. Some of the fans begin to boo, some of them still not knowing who the new wrestler is. Kaine emerges from behind the entrance curtain, as he begins making his way down the entrance ramp. He walks down the entrance ramp, in his usual cocky manner, taunting the fans on his way to the ring.)

 

King: When you look at Kaine, you see talent!

 

Axis: I see another Spike Jenkins....

 

King: Like I said, talent!

 

Axis: Oh God.

 

(Kaine walks around the ring towards the steel steps, and quickly hops up them onto the ring apron. Kaine grabs onto the top rope, and pulls back, slingshotting himself into the ring, landing on his feet. He walks around the ring, trying to get a feel of the area around him, as the camera cuts over to Funyon.)

 

Funyon: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Number One Contendership to the SJL European Championship! First, currently in the ring. Weighing in at One Hundred and Seventy-four pounds, from Munich, Germany...."The Untouchable" KAINE!!!!!!!

 

(Kaine holds his arms in the air, and quickly drops them down, as he begins hopping back and forth from one foot to the other, getting his blood ready.)

 

Axis: It still looks that Kaine is a little nervous in front of these fans!

 

King: That's not nervousness, that's confidence!

 

Axis: Whatever you say King.

 

Funyon: And his opponent!

 

("Feuer Frei" begins to die down, as "Bleed the Sky" by Reveille begins to play over the loudspeaker, and shoots through the audience, as most of the arena rise to their feet, and wave their anti-and pro-Spike Jenkins signs.)

 

King: The crowd loves Spike Jenkins!

 

Axis: And what crowd are you looking at, King?

 

("Hollywood" Spike Jenkins pushes the entrance curtain out of the way, and begins making his way down the entrance ramp, as the crowd wave their signs, and boo towards him.)

 

Funyon: Weighing in at Two Hundred, and Twenty Pounds. From Hollywood, California. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins!!!!!!!!!

 

(Funyon quietly walks to the ropes, and steps out of the ring, taking his seat by the announcers table, as the camera cuts back over to Spike. Spike makes his way down the entrance ramp, before stopping near a fan, holding a "Spike Jenkins Sucks" sign, and waving it around. Spike points to the sign, and starts screaming at the fan, "I DON'T SUCK!" which the fan and the people around him begin chanting "Jenkins Sucks" and pointing towards the sign. Spike starts screaming at them "I DON'T SUCK DAMN IT!" before turning back to the ring. Spike makes his way towards the steel steps, and cockily walks up them onto the ring apron. Spike steps through the middle and top rope, and enters the ring. He walks towards the ropes, facing the camera, and poses for the booing crowd. Spike takes off the headband around his forehead, and pulls off his leather jacket, and hands it to a ring crew member. Spike turns towards the opposite corner, and eyes Kaine up and down, and begins to give a cocky chuckle at the smaller opponent.)

 

Axis: It's no secret that Kaine is smaller then Spike, and Spike is stronger then him, but Kaine is faster then Spike!

 

King: Spike has the experience though!

 

Axis: That is true, King. That is true.

 

(The referee checks each person's knee pads for weapons, and when he finds none, signals for the bell to start this match up.)

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Axis: Once again, this match will determine the number one contender to Sean Atlas' SJL European title! Both of these men, fine competitors, but which one will go on to face Sean?

 

(Both Spike and Kaine begin walking around the ring, getting ready to go at it, when the crowd begins to starts a "Jenkins Sucks, Jenkins Sucks, Jenkins Sucks" chant going. Spike starts looking around the arena bewildered at the audience, and begins shouting "I DON'T SUCK" while pointing towards himself. Spike begins shaking his head, looking like he is going to cry, as Kaine begins to start clapping, to get the crowd to continue chanting. Spike points over at Kaine, with an annoyed look on his face, as Kaine just walks around the ring. They both walk towards the center of the ring, and instead of throwing a punch, Spike puts his hand on top of Kaine's head, and pulls it back to his chest, showing how much shorter Kaine is too Hollywood.)

 

King: Kaine is about half a foot shorter then Spike! That's hilarious!

 

Axis: Spike Jenkins opening the match up by mocking the size of his opponent. You know King, it's not the size of the person, it's the size of the fight they bring!

 

King: You know who says that? Losers! HAHA!

 

(Kaine begins looking around annoyed as Spike continues to mock the shorter Kaine, all while the crowd continues to chant "Jenkins Sucks." Spike backs away, and begins to point and laugh at Kaine. Kaine shakes his head, trying to get Spike's mind games out, as they begin to circle around the ring again. They both come to a halt, and walk to the center of the ring, where they get a collar-and-elbow tie up. The stronger Spike pushes the smaller Kaine backwards into the ropes. Kaine wraps his arms around the top rope, and the referee jumps in to break up the hold. Spike releases the tie up, and holds his arms out, showing everyone that he isn't holding Kaine anymore, before giving Kaine a good single handed push across the face, and quickly backing up with a huge smirk on his face. Kaine looks at Spike and then to the referee, but there is nothing he can do but warn Spike Jenkins.)

 

Axis: Did you see that? Spike isn't out here to wrestle, he is out here to disrespect Kaine!

 

King: Spike isn't disrespecting Kaine. He is teaching him a lesson, on how to hang with the big boys in the SJL!

 

Axis: By mocking him about his height?

 

King: I don't see it as mocking.

 

Axis: Then what is it?

 

King: Simply pointing out the height difference.

 

Axis: Oh please!

 

(Spike, now on the other side of the ring, begins to circle the ring again, as does Kaine. The crowd chats of "Jenkins Sucks" begin to get louder and louder. Spike turns towards the crowd, and screams "I Don't Suck!" and "You Guys Suck!" Spike points over to one fan in the front row, who is standing up, and yelling remarks towards Spike. Spike climbs up onto the middle rope, and threatens to go over and hit the guy, as the fan just screams "Bring It!")

 

Axis: Spike is getting into fights with these Pittsburgh fans! He should be paying attention to his opponent, Kaine!

 

King: Can you blame Spike for getting into fights with these people? They are the worst fans in the world! Pittsburgh is horrible!

 

(Spike hops off the ropes, and turns back towards Kaine. They begin to circle around each other again, and quickly enter the center of the ring, for a second collar-and-elbow tie up. Once again, Spike pushes Kaine backwards, with Kaine landing in the corner back first. Kaine wraps his arms over the top rope again, and the referee once again gets between Spike and Kaine. Spike releases the hold, and again holds his arms in the air, showing that he doesn't have the hold, but instead of getting the cheap shot in, Kaine grabs Spike by the waist, and quickly tosses him back first into the corner he was in just moments ago. Kaine quickly gives Spike a little shove across the face, and jumps backwards, as Spike looks around with an angry look.)

 

Axis: Ha! Kaine getting some revenge on Spike Jenkins!

 

King: THAT'S NOT FUNNY!

 

(Spike begins shouting at the referee to do something, but he just shrugs his shoulders. Spike grabs the referee by the shirt, and starts screaming at them, but from out of nowhere, gets a quick kick to the ribs to the surprised Kaine, knocking Kaine backwards onto his knees, almost out of his boots!)

 

Axis: What a cheap shot by Spike! How could he do that?

 

King: It's Kaine's fault that he wasn't paying attention!

 

(Kaine quickly gets to his feet, as Spike charges towards him. Spike goes for a clothesline, but Kaine dives under it. Spike turns around back to Kaine, and charges at him again, but Kaine gets a quick right slap across Spike's face, causing Spike to flip inside out due to the momentum behind him! Spike sits up, holding his face in pain, as Kaine celebrates in the opposite corner. Spike gets to his feet, and begins screaming at the referee, then points towards Kaine, and screams "YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME!" and starts walking towards Kaine with authority, but Kaine jumps out of the corner, and nails Spike in the side of the head with an elbow, sending Spike backwards. Kaine hits a second elbow, and a third to the side of Spike's head, knocking Spike back first into the ropes. Kaine grabs Spike by the wrist, and whips him across the ropes. Kaine drops his head down, as Spike bounces into the ropes. Spike charges back towards Kaine, but quickly dives to the ground, doing a roll, and in mid-roll, kicking Kaine in the top of the head while he is hunched over, knocking Kaine backwards, and nearly throwing him out of the ring! Kaine lays on the mat, holding the top of his head, while Spike crawls to the corner, and uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet.)

 

King: Phew!

 

Axis: Kaine was getting the advantage there with those elbows, but Spike quickly counters with that Coppa Kick!

 

King: Spike using his smarts to take out the rookie, Kaine!

 

Axis: I will admit, that's what he did.

 

(Spike stumbles backwards, nearly falling over. He shakes the cobwebs out of his head, and turns over to the still downed Kaine. Spike walks over towards him, and leans over, grabbing Kaine by the arm. Spike pulls Kaine out of the ropes, nearly pulling his little arm out of the socket, and drops him down onto the mat, in the middle of the ring. Spike puts his foot on Kaine's chest, and yells at the referee to make the count. Spike poses, as the referee dives into position.)

 

One

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(Kaine gets a shoulder up! Spike looks at the referee, and begins shouting at him, that it was a slow count. Without waiting for an answer, Spike turns back around to the laid out Kaine. Spike leans over, and grabs Kaine around the head, and pulls him over, up onto his feet. Spike wraps his arms around Kaine's head, and turns his back towards him. Spike drops to one knee, and flips the little Kaine over his shoulder with a snapmare. Spike stands up, and backs up away from the sitting Kaine. Spike steps back towards Kaine, and whips his leg out, kicking Kaine in the upper back, making a loud "SMACK" sound. Kaine bends his shoulder blades back, showing the damage that the kick took on him.)

 

King: Spike Jenkins just welcomed Kaine to the SJL with one of his famous kicks!

 

Axis: Kaine's back is bright red from that shot! Spike may be one of the most annoying, egotistical people in the world, but he has one hell of a kick!

 

(Spike runs into the ropes behind him, and bounces off them. Spike charges back towards Kaine, before giving a small leap into the air, and driving both of his feet into the back of Kaine's head! Kaine grabs the back of his head, as he falls back first onto the mat, throwing his legs around in a wild pain.)

 

Axis: Dropkick to the back of Kaine's head by Spike Jenkins! Spike is really punishing the newcomer to the SJL.

 

King: And he is just getting started!

 

(Spike rolls over onto his stomach, and rises up to his knees. He holds his arms out in a cocky manner, as the crowd's boo's seem to get louder. Spike rises up to his feet, and slowly walks over to Kaine, who is still holding his head in pain. Spike gives Kaine a playful kick to the head, nudging Kaine around. Spike gives him another kick, as Kaine tries to roll away from the assault. Spike holds his arms out, and starts yelling out "Is That It? Is that all you got?" towards Kaine, with the fans booing him. Spike walks away from Kaine, and starts yelling towards the crowd, as some of the fans get to their feet, and start screaming at him. Spike taunts the fans some more, before turning back over to Kaine.)

 

Axis: Spike finally turning his attention back to Kaine, and not the fans.

 

King: Spike is going to end this match now. Spike is already getting ready for his match with Sean Atlas or Tryst!

 

(Spike stands above Kaine, who is struggling to his feet. Spike grabs Kaine around the head, and begins to pull him up to his feet, but Kaine hits a quick elbow to Spike's midsection. Kaine throws out another elbow, that connects with Spike's gut. Kaine hits another elbow, knocking Spike back, and releasing his hold. Kaine runs into the ropes opposite of Spike, as Spike tries to catch his breath back. Kaine bounces in the back, and comes charging towards Spike. Spike throws his arms under Kaine's, and throws him into the air, but Kaine wraps his legs around Spike's head. Kaine falls backwards, attempting a hurricanrana, but Spike holds onto him before he can flip over. Spike pushes his arms between Kaine's legs, and wraps them around his leg, and begins to pull back in the Smoke Out!)

 

Axis: Spike reversed the hurricanrana into the Smoke Out!

 

King: It's over now!

 

Axis: I don't think so. Kaine is struggling out of it!

 

(Kaine tries wiggling around, but Spike keeps the hold applied in tight. The referee drops to Kaine, and asks him if he gives up. Kaine refuses, and continues to struggle, but to no avail.)

 

Axis: Spike has the Smoke Out locked in!

 

King: Tap out now, Kid! You are not going to win this!

 

(Kaine drops flat onto his stomach, as Spike continues pulling back. Kaine suddenly gets a burst of energy, and begins crawling towards the ropes, dragging Spike behind him. The crowd begins to break away from booing Spike, into cheering the high flying Kaine. Kaine begins shaking his head, refusing to tap out, as he crawls closer and closer to the ropes.)

 

Axis: Kaine is going to make the ropes!

 

King: No way. Not at all.

 

(Kaine inches closer to the ropes....

 

 

 

 

Closer....

 

 

 

 

 

Touches it with the tip's of his fingers....

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crawls closer to the ropes.....

 

 

 

 

 

And MAKES IT....NO! His hand JUST missed it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spike pulls back, as the fans continue their "Jenkins Sucks" and "Let's Go Kaine" chants. Kaine reaches out for the ropes again....

 

 

 

 

 

AND GETS IT!)

 

Axis: Kaine got the ropes! Spike has to release the Smoke Out!

 

King: Don't worry. Spike will get him next time.

 

(The referee jumps over to Spike, and tells him to release the hold. Spike lets go of Kaine's legs, and walks out into the center of the ring, with his arms raised in the air, thinking he has won the match. He yells over at the referee to raise his arm.)

 

Axis: That bloated ego of Spike Jenkins thinks he won the match.

 

King: Can you really blame him? That move is excruciating, and Kaine is such a small, tiny person. Of course he would think Kaine tapped out.

 

Axis: Only another bloated ego would say that.

 

(The referee informs Spike that he did not win the match, and that it is still going on. Spike grabs the referee by the shirt, and gives him a little push, that ends up knocking the referee to the mat. Spike turns back to Kaine, who is pulling himself up to his feet, using the ropes. Spike walks over to him, and quickly grabs him by the neck. Spike pulls him towards the middle of the ring, but Kaine drops to his knee's, and gives Spike a quick low blow uppercut, that sends Spike jumping into the air in pain, and sending a surge of energy through the crowd, as they begin to cheer.)

 

Axis: Low blow by Kaine!

 

King: That was great! But these fans are really bothering me, cheering for him.

 

(Spike hops up and down, holding his groin in pain. He spins around, trying to shake the pain away, but nothing. Spike turns back towards Kaine, who grabs Spike by the arm. Kaine lifts Spike's arm, and twists under it. Kaine hooks Spike's arm behind Spike's back in a chicken wing. Kaine uses his free arm to wrap around Spike's head, forcing Spike's jaw onto Kaine's shoulder. Kaine leaps up into the air, then drops down onto his knee, driving Spike's jaw into Kaine's shoulder. Kaine lets go of the chicken wing as the move hits, and Spike flies up into the air, and drops down, landing back first onto the mat.)

 

Axis: Chicken wing jawbreaker by Kaine! Kaine is getting the advantage, and if he keeps this up, he can win the match!

 

King: Whoa! Let's not get ahead of ourselves here.

 

(The referee finally gets back up to his feet, and turns back towards the now downed Spike, and the standing Kaine. Kaine stumbles backwards into the corner, and signals to the crowd that he is going to the top rope, which the crowd responds with cheers. Kaine slips through the middle and top rope, and stands on the apron. Kaine steps up onto the middle rope, then climbs up to the top rope. Kaine stands on the top rope, facing towards Spike, who is starting to get to his feet, also.)

 

Axis: Kaine going to the top rope. If he hits this, it can be all over for Spike Jenkins!

 

King: Watch this! Spike knows exactly where Kaine is at, and he will easily move out of the way of whatever move this is!

 

Axis: You seem so sure, King.

 

King: That's because I am right, and Spike Jenkins is the smartest wrestler alive!

 

(Spike finally gets to his feet, and stumbles around a bit, looking as if he is almost about to fall down on his own. Spike turns towards the corner Kaine is in, and Kaine leaps off the top rope. Kaine wraps his arm around Spike's head, locking him in a midair front face lock, and spins around, spinning the body of Spike around with him, and then falls back first onto the mat, driving Spike head first into the mat, also!)

 

Axis: Kaine with a Top Rope Jumping Tornado DDT!

 

King: DID YOU SEE SPIKE'S HEAD? IT GOT DRIVEN INTO THE MAT!

 

Axis: Yes, it did, didn't it?

 

(Axis gives a little snicker.)

 

King: THAT'S NOT FUNNY!

 

(Spike lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling, as Kaine crawls over to him. Kaine drops on top of him, and goes for the cover.)

 

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(Spike JUST gets a shoulder up, right before the three count. Kaine looks at the referee, and hits his hand three times, saying it was a three count. The referee denies the three count, and Kaine looks like he is about to give up. Kaine gets back up to his feet, and once again, heads towards the corner.)

 

Axis: Kaine going back up to the top rope!

 

King: Oh, no! It's over now! Spike will lose to a new guy, who has had only one match before! This is not good...

 

Axis: How is it not good, King? The fans are behind the high flying Kaine, and this is only Kaine's second match! If he beats Spike Jenkins, this kid will get rocketed straight to the top! Go do it, Kaine! Make a name for yourself! Make yourself a superstar!

 

(Kaine slips through the middle and top rope, and onto the apron once again. Kaine climbs up to the middle, then to the top rope. He looks around the arena, at the fans who are taking pictures of the high flying amazement. Spike finally begins to move, and rolls over onto his stomach. Spike rises up to his knees, and finally up to one leg. Spike rises up to his feet, with his back towards Kaine, and then turns towards the corner Kaine is in. Kaine dives off the turnbuckle, through the air, but is caught in midair, with a kick from Spike Jenkins, that ends up nailing Kaine in the face, and knocking him back first to the mat!)

 

Axis: Spike catching the Last Dance on Kaine in midair! Spike just nearly took Kaine's head off!

 

King: That's what I said! Spike is the smartest wrestler, today!

 

Axis: Even smarter then you?

 

King: Axis, I am not a wrestler. I am a color commentator.

 

Axis: Touche.

 

(Spike falls onto his hands and knees from exhaustion, but slowly crawls over towards the downed Kaine. Spike places an arm over Kaine's chest, and drops onto the mat face first.)

 

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(Kaine kicks out of the Last Dance in midair!)

 

Axis: Kaine kicked out of the Last Dance!

 

King: No, damn it!

 

(Spike pulls himself up to his feet, and looks around woozily. Spike leans over, and grabs Kaine by the head, and pulls himself up to his knees. Spike pulls Kaine in between his legs, and wraps his arms around Kaine's waist, in a powerbomb position. Spike lifts the smaller Kaine up into the air, in a powerbomb position, but Kaine uses his speed to fall behind Spike, and wraps his legs around Spike's arms, sending Spike down with him, and getting a sunset flip out of it.)

 

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(Spike rolls out of it. Spike grabs Kaine by the legs, and pulls them up, attempting for a second Smoke Out, but Kaine struggles to keep out of it. Spike leans over, trying to get a better angle, but Kaine grabs Spike by the head, and pulls him over into a small package!)

 

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(Spike kicks out of it. Spike gets to his feet quickly, as does Kaine. Spike charges at Kaine, and throws an arm out for a clothesline, but Kaine ducks under it. Kaine turns behind Spike, and grabs him around the waist, and pushes Spike forward into the ropes. Spike hits the ropes chest first, and Kaine pulls back, pulling Spike backwards into the mat. Kaine rolls over onto the top of Spike, into another quick pin.)

 

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(Spike pushes Kaine off of him, and sends Kaine through the middle and top rope, but Kaine lands on the apron.)

 

Axis: A bunch of near falls by the newcomer Kaine! He is certainly the underdog tonight, but he can pull this win out!

 

King: No, he can't. Spike Jenkins has kicked out of everything this new guy has thrown at him.

 

Axis: That match isn't over yet, King. Kaine can still throw a lot more at Spike.

 

(Spike rises up to his feet, as does Kaine on the apron. Spike slowly walks over towards Kaine, but Kaine sees it coming, and throws a left punch, but Spike blocks it with his arm. Instead of throwing a punch back, Spike just simply snaps his leg into the air, and nails Kaine on the side of the head, with a right hook kick, that nearly sends Kaine off the apron. Spike grabs Kaine by the head, and walks him over to the corner. Spike lets go of Kaine's head, and turns his back to the corner, and places his hands on the top ropes to the side of him. Spike pulls himself up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle, and grabs Kaine by the head again. Spike pulls Kaine up to the middle rope to the side of him.)

 

Axis: What is Spike Jenkins doing here?

 

King: He is going to end this freaking match right now. That's what he is doing.

 

(Before Spike can do anything, Kaine hits a quick elbow to the gut, that stuns Spike, and gives Kaine enough time to fall back onto the apron. Kaine grabs the top rope, and signals towards the crowd, that this is the end. Kaine pulls back on the top rope, and springboards himself onto it. Kaine leaps into the air, turning in the process, and wraps his legs around Spike's head, and attempts a hurricanrana, but Spike holds onto Kaine from the top rope! Spike drops down from the middle rope onto his feet, and walks out of the corner, with Kaine's legs still around his head. Spike pushes his arms between Kaine's legs, and wraps them around his leg, and begins to pull back in the Smoke Out!)

 

Axis: The Smoke Out reversed out of a hurricanrana once again!

 

King: Ha! Kaine should have learned that he shouldn't try the hurricanrana again, after what happened the first time!

 

Axis: Well, Kaine made it to the ropes last time he was locked in the Smoke Out. Let's see if he can do it again!

 

 

(Kaine begins crawling towards the ropes again, attempting to get the ropes for the second time....

 

 

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Spike pulls back, as the fans start their "Let's Go Kaine" chants again. Kaine reaches out for the ropes again....

 

 

AND MAKES IT.......NO! Spike pulls him away from the ropes, and into the center of the ring, and begins pulling back more on the hurt back of Kaine, and Kaine has no way of making out of it, and taps out!)

 

*DING DING DING*

 

(Spike releases the hold as the referee checks on Kaine. Spike walks over to the referee, and grabs him by the collar, and pulls him away from Kaine. The referee gets to his feet, and looks at Spike, and Spike yells at him to raise his hand. The referee raises Spike's hand into the air, as Spike takes in all the boos from the crowd.)

 

Funyon: Here is your winner, and number one contender to the SJL European title..."HOLLYWOOD" SPIKE JENKINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

("Bleed the Sky" begins to start up again, as Spike poses around the ring, with the crowd booing him.)

 

Axis: Spike gets the tap out victory over Kaine, and now moves on to face either Sean Atlas, or Tryst for the European title!

 

King: You are looking at the NEXT SJL European Champion, people!

 

Axis: Unless Tryst beats Sean Atlas tonight...

 

King: You know what I mean!

 

Axis: Up next fans, Sean Atlas defends the European title against Tryst! What a match that will be!

 

(Spike slips out of the ring, and continues posing for the fans, as SJL Wrath goes to a quick commercial break!)