Losers Thread

[Guest Dace59]

And that Axis, is why you too should also consider becoming a Canadian Citizen." King says smoothly.

"Welcome back to SJL Crimson folks!" Axis says as loudly as he can.

"Yer, so I was leaning out of the window, with singing along to 'Canada Sucks' letting all these poor fools know what I think." King says even louder, still managing to look calm.

"Smooth King, real smooth."

"So, is Dace ever going to defend this World Title of his?" Questions King

"I think so King, but from what I've heard, and I'm sure you have too, that there's been some issues with the bookers and the powers that be." Axis says.

"Bloody executive holiday packages." Mutters King.

 

"The following None Title Match will be a Submission Versus Pinfall Match!" Funyon booms out.

 

"There will be No Disqualifications, but one man can only win by Pinfall, and one man can only win by Submission!"

 

The fans in the Air Canada Centre bursts into a hail of cheers at the announcement of the match.

 

"Now all we have to do is sat back, collect our pay checks, and wait for the referee to mess up his call." King smirks.

 

"Firstly, the man that must win by Pinfall, from Chicago, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds, he represent the M7 in the SJL ... SEAN ATLAS!"

 

Polyamorous beats into life, as the fans start chucking down boos in advance. There's a brief pause, and then a shower of pyro explodes from the ramp, lighting up the entranceway.

 

Stepping out, in his white, black patterned, pants, and white corpse like mask, Sean Atlas heads to the ring, ignoring the booing of the fans. Ducking under the ropes, he stands in the ring, waiting.

 

"See, Chicago wins a load of Oscars, so Atlas should have a title for the reason that's where he comes from. And should he even be wrestling tonight, after that fool Tryst messing up on the last show?" King shouts.

 

"And his opponent, the man that must win by Submission, from Birmingham, England, at two hundred and fifty four pounds, the SJL WORLD CHAMPION ... DACE NIGHT!"

 

Winds of Creation explodes into life, as the coloured lights dancing across the stage are followed by the emergence of Dace Night.

 

Waving on the cheers, with his title in hand, Dace strolls to the ring, showing the title to the ring side fans, before handing it to the Time Keeper, and throwing his trench coat to the crowd.

 

"Mess up or not King, that damage to the neck caused by Tryst's botched Crusade on the last show, gives Dace a perfect starting point in this match, and will all his big moves targeting the neck, Atlas is going to have to pull something out of the bag to win this one." Axis points out.

"Yes, but Atlas shot to his first title in just three matches, and is a great young talent, and he knows his own situation better than anyone, so I'm sure he has a game plan built around it all." Says King.

 

The fans waste no time in building up a chant, even before the match.

 

FUCK 'EM UP DACE! FUCK, FUCK! FUCK 'EM UP DACE! FUCK, FUCK!

 

Standing across the ring from Atlas, Dace draws a finger across his throat slowly, then clicks his fingers with a slow smile.

 

DING, DING, DING!

 

"Atlas has to go in hard and fast, get the win, and get the hell out of there. If Dace gets a hold of him for any of his big moves or mat wrestling, I don't think Atlas will be walking away." Calls Axis.

 

Resting a hand slowly on his neck, Atlas rolls it once, before taking a deep breath. The World Champ stalks slowly across the ring towards Atlas, his arms out motioning for a test of strength.

 

Atlas circles around, trying to look for an opening, something to save his neck. Night doesn't give him much room to think, and powers in, grabbing hold of Sean.

 

In desperation, Atlas lets the grappling Dace take his weight, as he fires off three stiff kicks to the knees, looking to throw Dace off balance. And it works, Night lets go to try to grab hold of the attacking leg, only for Atlas to drive his whole body forwards and down into Dace's gut with a Spear.

 

Slamming in, Atlas holds on for dear life, rolling over, still holding onto Dace, and ends up bridging over his body in a quick cover.

 

RRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

 

......ONE!

 

......TWO!

 

Kickout!

 

"Atlas dives in with a Spear and a roll up, going for the quick win, but it didn't work."

 

Not dropping a gear, Atlas crouches as Dace rolls back to his feet, then uncoils his whole body forwards, leg first with a Superkick that crunches home on the Champ's jaw.

 

SMACK!

 

BBBBBBBOOOOOOOO!

 

For the second time in moments, Dace is off his feet and down on the mat. Atlas dives in, taking hold of the Goth's arm, and swinging him up and towards the ropes.

 

As Dace comes flying back, Atlas lowers his body, catching Dace around the mid section, picking him up and swinging him around, before planting him to the mat with a Spinebuster, and holding on for the cover.

 

......ONE!

 

......TWO!

 

......Kickout!

 

The fans are in fine vocal health as they show just how long and hard they can boo at Sean Atlas.

 

Scrambling back across the mat, Atlas puts some space between himself and his opponent, trying to work out his next move.

 

Dace Night picks himself slowly up off the mat, shaking out his head, before glaring long and hard at Atlas. Cracking his neck in mockery, Dace charges.

 

Not to be outdone, Atlas charges as well, but takes a running jump instead, Leap Frogging over Dace's back, as he tries to slam on the breaks. Clutching hold of the Brummie's arm, the masked man pulls him back, whipping him away.

 

Atlas takes his turn to slam on the breaks, bringing Dace back in towards him, but Dace lashes out with his free arm, and drives Atlas to the mat with a Lariat, which snaps his neck back in the process.

 

OOOOOHHHHHHHH!

 

"Atlas with a Leap Frog, Irish Whip, brings it back up, but gets levelled with a Lariat, which can't help his injured neck at all." Calls Axis.

"Damn that cheating Dace, going after an injured body part like that, he should be DQed." Exclaims King.

"It was a natural counter, and it's No DQ King, I'm sorry to say." Puts back Axis.

 

Hauling Atlas back to his feet with his mask, Dace swings his leg back, and drills a knee into Sean's gut. As he doubles over, Atlas throws his arms back over his neck, trying to cover up from any attacks on it.

 

Drilling in another knee to the mid section, Night steps behind Atlas, and locks his arms around Atlas' body.

 

"Atlas is protecting his neck, from those Elbow Smashes Dace is sure to employ if he gets the chance." Yells Axis.

 

Sensing that Dace is about to try a German Suplex, Atlas pitches his body weight forwards, pulling Dace down with him. Twisting to the side, Atlas forces Dace to crash into the mat along side him, before rolling over, and pinning Dace under him.

 

.....ONE!

 

.....TWO!

 

 

 

......1/4!

 

 

 

......1/2!

 

Kickout!

 

The masked Atlas kicks his legs, trying to roll away and get some space, but Dace still has his arms locked in a Waistlock. Spinning his body over, Dace rolls through, and comes up sitting on the small of Atlas's back.

 

"Dace rolls through, and now has a prime point to attack Atlas' neck from. This one could be over soon."

"Atlas still has something up his sleeve, I'm sure." King comments.

 

Knowing he's in danger, Atlas covers his neck with his arms again as Dace starts to rain down crushing Elbows.

 

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

 

Even with the arms covering his neck, Atlas can still feel the impact shooting through his neck, and his arms becoming dead from the blows.

 

Violently trying to shake Dace off his back, Atlas throws his body around as much as he can while still covering up.

 

The crowd cheers and calls on, as Dace pounds away on Atlas.

 

Changing tactics, Night grabs hold of Sean's hand, trying to pry his fingers open, and pull his arm away. Desperately struggling to keep his arms locked, Atlas re doubles his grip, digging his fingers into each other, trying to hold on.

 

Pitching his body right over, Atlas finally manages to roll across the mat, but Dace as a good enough grip just to roll right back through.

 

"Sean Atlas is trying to get out of the frying pan, but nothing is working form him. All Dace has to do is sit tight and keep pounding away." Calls Axis.

"Come on Atlas, show him what you can do, show him you're better. You can't let the M7 down." Yells King.

 

CRACK!

 

Another huge Elbow Smash is driven into the arms and hands that cover Atlas's neck. Grunting in pain, Atlas kicks back, then at the feel of resistance clamps his legs, and starts screaming at the ref.

 

Break!

 

"He got the ropes, he hardly knew where he was, but he still go the ropes!"

 

BBBBBBBBBBBOOOO! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

 

Glaring at the ref, and making obscene comments about it being No fucking DQ, Dace steps up off Atlas's back, and waits for him.

 

Keeping his legs firmly locked around the rope, Atlas shakes out his almost numb airs, as he tries to force himself up.

 

Not having any of it, Dace grabs hold of Sean's arm, and wrenches him in, only to plant his elbow square into Sean's shoulder.

 

CRACK!

OOOOOHHHHHHH! The crowd winces at the impact into the shoulder joint.

 

As the masked man doubles over clutching at his arm, the Champ snaps on a Front Facelock and snaps his back to the mat, smashes Atlas' head off it with a DDT.

 

Yelling in agony, as his neck is jarred by the impact, Atlas bails out, rolling under the ropes and to the slight safety of the outside. Dace throws the horns high to the crowd, ready to move in.

 

RRRRRRAAAAAA AAHHHHHH!

 

The ref starts to call at Atlas to get back in the ring, but a growl from Dace about this being No DQ quiets him.

 

"DDT! DDT! That impact with have gone straight through Sean's neck, it can't be good." Axis yells.

"But as you said, this is No DQ Axis, and Sean Atlas is now on the outside of the ring, where the weapons are." King points on.

 

Climbing over the ropes, Dace Night steps onto the apron and down to ring side, as Sean Atlas clutches at his neck on the floor, trying to fight off the pain. Leaning over, Dace reaches out to grab hold of Atlas' leg, but gets the other leg flicked into his groin with a luckily aimed kick.

 

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH! The arena then once more turns into a hail of booing and jeering towards Atlas, at the low blow.

 

Surging upwards, Atlas swings his body round into a Rear Waistlock, and with disregard to his own injury, throws his body backwards, dragging Dace over head, and sending him smashing into the floor with a brutal Release German Suplex.

 

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

 

"Release German Suplex on the floor!"

"Damn it, Dace is down, but so is Atlas, it can't have been a good landing on the floor for him." King calls.

 

Both men are curled up on the floor, clutching at their necks, beating their feet, in a vein effort to stem the pain from the impacts on the hard concert floor.

 

"That probably took just as much out of Atlas as it did out of Dace."

 

The fans start a call for both men to get up and continue with the match.

 

STOMP! STOMP!

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

 

With a grunt of effort, Atlas crawls to the ring apron, and reaching under it, drags out a steal chair.

 

A fresh hail of jeers burst forth from the crowds as Atlas brings weapons into play.

 

Dragging himself up onto the apron, Atlas rolls himself into the ring, then starts trying to rub some blood back through his arms and neck, after the rain of Elbow Smashes from Dace. But is rest is short lived as the World Champ pulls himself back up, and slowly slides back into the ring.

 

Stepping to his feet, Dace looks around for Atlas, only to be brained by a shoot from the steal chair.

 

SMACK! The sound of the impact echoes throughout the arena like a tolling bell.

 

Dace grabs hold of the top rope and pulls himself to his feet, wobbly, but on his even, not dropping an inch to the chair shot.

 

"Dace eats steel but it doesn't stop him form getting to his feet. And his is the toughness the injured Sean Atlas has to cover come if he wants to beat Dace Night." Axis calls.

"What the hell are you waiting for, hit him again you fool!" screams King.

 

Atlas brings the chair up over head and down again.

 

SMACK! Dace drops to one knee.

 

And a third time.

 

SMACK! Night finally collapses to the mat.

 

SEANY SUCKS! SEANY SUCKS! SEANY SUCKS!

 

Dropping the chair, Atlas drops just as fast to the mat, grabbing both of Dace's legs and pulling them back for the cover.

 

......ONE!

 

......TWO!

 

 

......1/4!

 

 

 

......1/2!

 

 

 

 

.......3/4!

 

Kickout!

 

"Third chair shots, and Dace just powers out!" Axis yells.

 

Dazed as he is, Dace still manages to throw Atlas clear as he kicks out. As back to his feet as quickly as he can, Atlas his moving fast than the dazed Dace Night, and decides to pay him back for the earlier DDT, but this time onto the steel chair.

 

SMACK! The sound of skull ringing off steal can he heard ringing around the arena.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!

 

Sean drops into another cover without a seconds thought.

 

......ONE!

 

 

 

.......TWO!

 

 

 

.......1/4!

 

 

 

......1/2!

 

 

 

 

......3/4!

 

 

 

 

......Kickout!

 

YYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

 

"DDT onto the steel chair, and Dace still kicks out once again. This determination is just another reasons why he's the World Champion right now."

"Axis, is you could cut the verbal blow jobs for a minute, all this impact onto steal is going to take its toll on Dace. And if he can't think straight, he isn't going to be on the top of his game using submission, and locking them on. That will give Atlas another big edge that he needs to have." Calls King.

 

Picking up the now heavily dented steal chair, Atlas raises it over head for another crushing blow. Stumbling up to his feet, Dace looks sure to meet yet another chair shot, but by accident or design, his legs give from under him, and he slumps back to the mat, and the chair sails through empty air to connect with the ropes.

 

RRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

 

Dropping the chair, as the pain of the recoil shoots up his arms, Atlas staggers backwards, then finds himself pulled from his feet.

 

Dace scissors his legs around one of Atlas' the rolls away from him, tripping Atlas to the mat. Then as Dace keeps rolling, he pulls Atlas' leg back over his chest. Trying to roll away, Atlas rolls to his side, but Dace slips his leg under Atlas' head, and scissors his legs closes again.

 

"What the fuck is he doing?" Cries King.

 

Running on instinct after being introduced to the chair by Atlas, Dace goes with the only submission move in his mind. Making another complete back roll, Dace grabs Sean's arm and forces it upwards, completing the hold.

 

"La Ayakita! La Ayakita! La Ayakita!" Screams Axis.

"Mr. Fucking Salty! But if that was invented by a women, I want to be meet her in the bedroom right fucking now." King yells.

 

Sean Atlas is standing on one leg, doubled over. His other leg is pinned up to his chest by Dace's legs, which are also scissors around the masked man arm and head. That arm is also being forced up and out of it's socket by the sheer power of Dace Night's arms, as he lays on his back, clamping down on the hold.

 

YOU'RE FUCKED NOW! YOU'RE FUCKED NOW! YOU'RE FUCKED NOW!

 

Screaming in pain from his leg, arm and neck, Atlas tries venially to get any sort of leverage on the hold. Dace lays back, trying to gather his thoughts, rather than go for the kill.

 

"Axis, please tell me what the hell that move is." Demands King.

"It's some for a Strangle Hold Alpha and a Leg Scissors Grapevine. I don't know how effective it'll be on Atlas, and how long Dace can keep his grip in the groggy condition he's in though."

 

Trying to force this fingers between the crossed legs of Dace, Atlas starts to rock back and forth, trying to build up some momentum to escape. Still shaking his head out, Dace focuses as hard as he can, trying to keep his grip locked in.

 

Atlas pushes, and pushes again on the legs trapping his limbs. Balancing on the one leg he has, and tilts his body backwards, with one last huge push.

 

Even with the grunt of effort, Night's legs become on wrapped, and the World Champion looses his hold as Atlas tumbles back to the mat.

 

RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

 

"Juji-gatame! Juji-gatame!" Axis screams.

 

But he still had hold of Sean's arm, and as Sean hit the mat, back first, he just re-scissored his legs around the arm.

 

"Out of the frying pan, and into the fire for Sean Atlas."

"No, damn it, so close. Come on Sean, hold on, your arm is ok, just fight out of it." King eggs on.

 

Now with a far simpler hold, Dace lets his instincts take over, locking his arms and legs, arching his back, trying to tear his opponents arm clean off. Rolling in pain, Atlas once again finds himself kicking his legs out violently, trying to find the ropes before it's too late.

 

The referee has his arm half way in the air, ready to call for the bell, as the crowd is on the edge of it's seats, waiting for the sound of a hand tapping the mat.

 

But not everything comes so easily, as with one last kick, Atlas finds the ropes, clamping his legs around the for dear life.

 

Break!

 

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Dace doesn't even soften the hold, and arches further back with a cry about there being No DQ. Shout back, the ref says he wont call it if Atlas taps on the ropes. So with reluctance, Dace releases the hold, finally.

 

As the Brummie pushes himself up off the mat, the masked Atlas is still trying to get some life back into his body. Both men put off another attack, taking needed moments to sort themselves out.

Atlas pulls himself up to his feet, to come face a charming middle finger salute from Dace Night.

 

Returning the gesture, Sean Atlas hauls his body forwards, trying to grab hold of Dace. Instead he finds his arm hooked back into a Half Nelson, as Night twists behind him, then hooking his leg, and lifting Atlas back over head, drops him to the mat with a ring shaking Backdrop Suplex.

 

"Backdrrooppppooooo!"

"Axis, just because your home country is somewhere in the region of Japan in the world, that doesn't mean you have to act them." King says.

"Dace uses a simple move, to once again drop Atlas on his neck, it's not big and violent, but it still adds to the damage already done."

 

Once again, both men are down on the mat, sprawled out, trying to regain their senses.

The fans start up a beat, willing them onto their feet to continue.

 

CLAP!

CLAP! CLAP!

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

 

The beat reaches it peak, as the crowd bursts into a hail of cheering as the two men stagger to their feet.

 

They push forwards into a tie up. Ducking his body down, Atlas grabs onto Dace's near arm, and whips him around, sending him out to arms length before putting on the breaks, and pulling him back in, to waiting arms. Snapping his arms around Dace, Atlas throws his body back, taking the Champ over head with a Belly to Belly Suplex.

 

The arena is quickly filled with the sounds of booing and jeering, as Atlas returns to his offensive.

 

Dace rises back to his feet, for Atlas to snap his arms shut, and again snap him over head with a Belly to Belly, sending him crashing into the mat again.

 

Once more Dace forces himself back up, and once again, Atlas clamps his arm, and throws him back, with a third Belly to Belly Suplex, trying to wear down the Champ.

 

"That's three Belly to Bellys now, Atlas is taking it to Dace Night again, maybe he could have this one in the bag soon." Cries Axis.

"This is the intensity, and skill that you have to have in the M7 Axis, and Atlas is using every bit of it." King yells out.

 

Making a cover, Atlas calls for a count.

 

......ONE!

 

 

......TWO!

 

 

 

 

......1/4!

 

 

 

.......1/2!

 

 

 

 

 

.......3/4!

 

 

 

.......Kickout!

 

 

TTTTWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOO!

 

"Dear god it's spreading." King grumbles into his hand.

 

Taking hold of Night's legs, Atlas rolls him over onto his front, holding him like wheel barrow, before digging his feet up, arching back, to drag Dace back over with, and leave him thudding into the mat once again, this time with a Wheelbarrow Suplex.

 

ATLAS SUCKS! ATLAS SUCKS! ATLAS SUCKS!

 

Still keeping hold of the legs, Atlas bridges up on his feet, creating a cover again.

 

 

......ONE!

 

 

......TWO!

 

 

......1/4!

 

 

......1/2!

 

 

 

......3/4!

 

 

 

........Kickout!

 

YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

 

"Dace Night is refusing to stay down. Even after the continued attacks." Axis calls.

"Keep at it Atlas, he's almost done for, you can win with one." Calls King.

 

Forcing himself up onto his feet, Atlas makes his way to the corner. Pointing up tope, he climbs the ropes to the very top, as the jeers from the fan intensify.

 

While Dace lays on the mat, trying to get some breath back, Sean steps to the top rope, and turns around.

 

"Atlas is looking for a Three Star Splash. Extra height for extra impact must be his plan."

 

Balancing himself Atlas looks around for Dace, to see too late that he's not laying on the mat any more.

 

OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!

 

Dragging himself to the ropes, Dace shakes them, causing Atlas to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle.

 

"That's the toughness of the World Champion, able to get back up, and make it to the ropes to cut off the tope rope move."

"But if Atlas had of hit that Splash, it would have been over right here and now. No question." King shouts.

 

Snaking his arms around Atlas' head in a Facelock, Dace braces a foot against the bottom rope, and pulls Atlas off the top rope, and without any lift, brings his straight down to the mat with a crunching Impact DDT.

 

RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

 

"Impact DDT! This one is over!" Shouts Axis.

 

Atlas stays almost vertical on his neck for a moment, before toppling back onto the mat, his body barely moving.

 

Pushing up onto his feet, Dace grits his teeth in determination, to make the last call on Atlas to put him down. Dragging the still body of Atlas to the middle of the ring, Dace raises his arm in the air, calling for a Powerbomb.

 

"That's just sick. Dace has him beat, get it over with Dace, you wont again anyone's respect by doing this." Shouts King.

 

Wrenching Atlas into a Standing Headscissors, Dace leans over, locking his arms around Atlas' waist for a Powerbomb. With self preservation in mind, Atlas slumps to his knees, trying to avoid a certain fate.

 

With a growl, Dace tightens his hold and with sheer strength starts pulling Atlas up off his knees into the air. With trying to hold on, Atlas wraps his arms around Night's legs, and sandbags all his weight, trying to keep himself down on the mat.

 

An even louder growl rolls forth from Dace, as he leans in, and dead lifts Atlas whole body up from the mat. But Atlas uses Dace's own body to push off from, to keep himself down.

 

"He can't get him up. Atlas is almost out of it, but he's fighting nail and teeth to keep from being Powerbombed!"

 

In disgust, Dace shoves Atlas away, and ducking his body down, threads his arm through Atlas' legs, and scoops him up.

 

"Oh no! Not now, not when Atlas has a neck injury!" Yells King.

 

Twisting Atlas over, Dace locks his around Sean's waist, and turning around, faces the steal chair, still on the mat from earlier in the match.

 

Throwing his legs out behind him, Night drops to his knees.

 

CRRRRRAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKK!

 

"TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER ON THE CHAIR!"

 

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

 

"No! No! No!"

 

Rolling Sean Atlas over onto his front, Dace brings back his arm, and sends it crashing down onto Atlas' neck.

 

CRACK!

 

Wanting to be able to move again, Atlas stops the pain, and starts tapping out.

 

TAP

 

TAP

 

TAP

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner ... DACE NNNIIIIGGGHHHTTT!" Funyon booms.

 

"Before you say anything Axis, this was an injured Sean Atlas that Dace Night beat tonight. And it wasn't a walk over for him. At one hundred percent, I think Sean Atlas could take it to Dace Night and beat him, so just you remember that one." King says, pointedly.

"I know King. And it ended up taking an Impact DDT, and a Tombstone on the chair, for Dace to get Atlas down long enough, and make him submit."

 

Taking the World Title Belt as it's handed back to him, Dace lifts it up into the air, for the chanting fans.

 

DACE F'N' NIGHT! DACE F'N' NIGHT! DACE F'N' NIGHT!

 

Dace stands weary and battered, but victorious in the ring, as EMTs burst to ring side, to check on the neck of Sean Atlas.

 

"This won't be the last time these two meet up, and you can be sure that Atlas is going to be looking for revenge, and the World Title too." Says Axis as the cameras fade out.

[Guest Evolution]

The ending is unrealistic, and there are probably other problems with the match I'm not seeing.

 

---

Axis: "Welcome back to SJL Metal! King, our next match is the main event, and it certainly is a unique one, at that."

 

King: "That's right, it's a six-man tag match, Lucha Libre style! I don't know about you, but I've come prepared!"

 

King reaches under his commentary table and pulls out a comically oversized hat and a Taco Bell bag. King puts on the hat, and Axis can only stare in disbelief.

 

King: "Would you like a burrito?"

 

Axis: "...You've got to be kidding me."

 

King: "Come on, you stupid Aussie, where's your sense of fun?"

 

Axis: "I think it might be trapped in that hat."

 

King: "Yeah, you wish you could look as sexy as I do in this hat."

 

Axis: "Sure I do. Anyways, our six competitors in this next match come from a wide range of the talent on the SJL roster. On one side, you have "Picture Perfect" Aaron Carpenter, Christian Blackwell, and the #1 contender to the SJL World Title Va'aiga, and on the other side, there is John Duran, The Omega Storm, and "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins. 6 great competitors in one ring, live tonight on Crimson! Let's not waste any more time. Funyon, take it away!"

 

We move to the ring as Funyon begins his introductions for the main event.

 

Funyon: "Ladies and gentleman, this next match is the main event, and it is a Lucha Libre Trios Elimination Match!"

 

The crowd cheers, waiting for the entrance of the combatants.

 

"Pictures in the mi-i-ir-or..."

 

BOOM!

 

Green pyrotechnics shoot down from the rafters to the entrance ramp as "Pictures In The Mirror", by The Living End, starts to play. Once the pyro subsides, Aaron Carpenter comes sprinting down the ramp, quickly slapping hands with the fans as they extend their hands, cheering as Carpenter slides into the ring.

 

Funyon: "Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds, from Washington, D.C., "Picture Perfect" Aaron CARRRRPENTER!"

 

Carpenter rolls to his feet and walks to the nearest turnbuckle, climbs to the top of it, and raises both hands to the crowd before hopping back off and stretching on the ropes to warm up a little for his match.

 

The lights in the Air Canada Center dim down, but into complete darkness, as "Three Libras" by A Perfect Circle kicks up, slowly fading in, as Christian Blackwell walks out, head down. As he walks down the aisle, little bursts of fire shoot up from beside the ramp, and stay lit as he walks past and down to the ring, the crowd cheering on Blackwell.

 

Funyon: "His teammate, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds, hailing from Rosslare, Ireland, CHRISTIAN BLACKWELLLLLLLLLL!"

 

Blackwell slowly walks up the steps and enters the ring, quietly pacing around as he awaits the entrance of his teammate and opponents.

 

"You know what time it be...."

 

The lyric blares out of the speakers, echoing in the arena, the crowd already beginning to cheer as "Strike It" by Dub War starts up.

 

Funyon: "And their teammate, weighing in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds, from Rotorua, Aotearoa, New Zealand...VA'IAGAAAAAAAAAAA!"

 

Va'aiga walks down the entranceway and slides into the ring as the verse plays, and as the chorus hits Va'aiga raises and drops the Maori hand sign.

 

"STRIKE IT..."

 

Pyro fires off from behind Va'aiga, the crowd cheering, impressed.

 

"When the iron is hot."

 

The crowd goes almost silent for a brief moment, before "Sinner" by Drowning Pool rips through the arena; the crowd immediately breaking into a chorus of boos as John Duran makes his entrance.

 

Funyon: "And their opponents...introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds, from Champaign, Illinois...JOHN DURANNNNNNNNNNNN!"

 

Duran flips the bird to some of the crowd members, but we see one sign in the crowd that says, "I'M A SINNER." Duran continues on his way down to the ring, eyeing his opponents, who are talking strategy, entering the ring and waiting for his partners.

 

The arena lights go out suddenly once again, and then the lights come back on in the form of neon green, light blue, and white strobe lights, moving at random. A loud thunderclap rings through the arena, as a pyro goes off in front of the entranceway. "One of a Kind" by Breaking Point blares, and the crowd boos, giving a negative reaction to the Omega Storm as he makes his entrance. Storm fires back with some words and gestures of his own for some of those sitting along the aisle as he walks down towards the ring.

 

Funyon: "His teammate, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, from New Haven, Connecticut, The Omega STORRRRRRRRRRM!"

 

Storm slides in the ring and walks to his corner, but referee Anthony Michael Hall moves up to him and asks for the tazer. Storm taunts Hall with the tazer, but eventually gives it up, even though referee Eddy Long is trying to convince Hall that he doesn't need to do that.

 

Axis: "Maybe we should explain something for those of you at home. In this match, there will be two refs, Eddy Long and Anthony Michael Hall. Hopefully this will provide for a fair, balanced match, as both refs are sure to be impartial."

 

King is only able to stifle laughter at that comment because of the burrito in his mouth. "Look at Me Now" by Reveille begins to play, and the crowd continues to boo as multicolored lights flash all around the arena.

 

Funyon: "And their teammate, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Hollywood, California, "Hollywood" Spike JENKINSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

 

Spike makes his way to the ring, completely ignoring the fans boos and insults, walking up the steps and into the ring, where he poses for the crowd to a negative response. He joins his teammates in the corner, waiting for the bell. Both teams talk strategy, and try to decide which person will start out the match first. Eventually, it is determined that John Duran and Aaron Carpenter will begin the match. The other 4 competitors move out of the ring to the apron, as Duran and Carpenter both get ready.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

As the match begins, Duran and Carpenter have a brief stare down, slowly moving around, Duran starting to taunt Aaron by feinting attempts to engage with Carpenter. Finally, John and Carpenter lock horns. John overpowers Aaron, sending him into the ropes. As Aaron comes back, John shuffles towards Carpenter and hits Aaron with a forearm smash that sends Aaron down to the mat. Aaron is quick to get back to his feet, but he is met with a right hand from Duran, another, and a third right hand, before Duran grabs Carpenter’s arm and goes to whip him again, but Duran holds on to Carpenter’s arm and brings him back down, taking Aaron back down with a short-arm clothesline. Duran quickly goes for the cover of Carpenter, the crowd booing as Duran hooks the leg, Eddy Long swinging around to count the pinfall.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

Duran keeps his cool for the time being, and brings Aaron back to his feet. However, Aaron suddenly nails Duran in the midsection with a right hand, temporarily stunning John. Carpenter takes advantage, getting to his feet and hitting a dropkick. However, Duran still doesn’t go down, but just stumbles back more. Carpenter is back to his feet quickly, however, and charges Duran, clotheslining John over the top rope! Immediately, The Omega Storm makes his entrance into the match.

 

Axis: "Another rule in this match is that when someone goes to the outside, a member of their own team can automatically come in without being tagged!"

 

Omega Storm tries to catch Aaron by surprise, but Aaron grabs Storm's arm, falling down and dragging Omega Storm with him with a picture perfect arm drag. Storm's adrenaline brings him back up to his feet quickly and charging again, but Carpenter hits yet another arm drag. The crowd is cheering Aaron on as Storm tries one more time to catch Carpenter, but Aaron delivers a boot to the midsection of Storm, grabbing Omega's neck and swinging around with a swinging neckbreaker that sends Omega back down to the mat. Carpenter tries to pick up Storm to administer a further beating, but Storm's seen enough, and rolls to the outside to catch his breath as the crowd boos him.

 

King: "Smart work by Storm there, he's out of the ring, so another combatant can enter the match!"

 

Axis: "But King, Aaron Carpenter is on fire right now!"

 

Aaron is ready for the next person to enter the ring, as Spike goes to make his move into the match, but Duran gets in the ring first, wanting another shot at Aaron. Both men engage in another stare with each other, and lock up once again. Duran wins the lock up again, sending Aaron into the ropes. On the rebound, Duran kicks Aaron in the midsection and lifts Aaron up, holding him high in the air with both arms, slowly turning to show off to the crowd before tossing Carpenter's 230-pound frame into the air and sending it crashing down behind Duran with a Gorilla Press.

 

Axis: "The strength of John Duran is certainly something that is a force to be a reckoned with!"

 

King: "He has the strength to rip you in pieces, and he would do it, too!"

 

Aaron is slow to get to his feet, dazed from the long trip down to the mat, and as he gets up, Duran becomes poised and ready. Carpenter turns around and John charges, driving his shoulder into the abdomen of Carpenter and driving him back towards the turnbuckle, Carpenter striking the turnbuckle, his head whipping back from the force of the blow. Duran wastes no time in going to work on Aaron, hitting him with blow after blow to the midsection of Aaron. Anthony Michael Hall goes to break it up, but Eddy Long gets there first, though he doesn't do anything about it. Anthony Michael Hall questions what Eddy is doing, and suddenly, Eddy pushes Anthony away! Hall takes offense to this and slaps the taste out of Eddy's mouth!

 

King: "...What the hell is going on?"

 

Eddy gets angry and spears Anthony, taking him down to the mat, the crowd laughing and cheering as Eddy and Anthony roll around on the ground fighting, Duran continuing to beat the crap out of Aaron with shots to the body. John finally backs off, and grabs Aaron's arm, whipping him into the opposite turnbuckle. John charges again, looking for another spear, but Carpenter moves at the last possible second, sending Duran crashing into the post shoulder-first! The crowd "Ooh"s, knowing how much that move had to hurt, then burst into cheers as Duran stumbles back and down to the ground. Carpenter then taps his elbow, signaling for an elbow drop! Carpenter climbs to the top rope and signals to the crowd, but Omega Storm runs over and knocks Carpenter down, sending Aaron to straddle the top turnbuckle, the crowd in a mixture of boos and "Ooh"s as Carpenter is crotched on the top rope. Blackwell and Va'aiga aren't too pleased with this, and go after the other two members of the opposite team. Storm doesn't see Blackwell charging, and Blackwell knocks Storm off the apron and sends him into the guardrail. Blackwell goes after Storm to the outside, while Va'aiga and Spike Jenkins battle it out.

 

Axis: "This match has turned into a brawl, and the refs are still fighting it out!"

 

Indeed they are, Eddy and Anthony have themselves gone to the outside, still rolling around and hitting each other. Duran gets to his feet, shaking off the pain in his shoulder for the time being and realizing that Carpenter is prone. Duran climbs to the top rope and hoists Carpenter onto his shoulders, the crowd booing as Duran falls off the top rope, driving Aaron's head into the mat with the Crash Landing.

 

Axis: "I don't think that move is legal in this match, King!"

 

King: "It is if the ref doesn't see it! Muahahahahaha!"

 

Meanwhile, Spike and Va'aiga tumble to the outside as well, as Eddy finally gets an advantage on Anthony Michael Hall and keeps him down on the outside, noticing that Duran is going for the cover on Carpenter! Eddy slides into the ring and goes to make the count, some members of the crowd even starting a chant of "Bull****."

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The crowd explodes into boos, unable to believe that Carpenter was just eliminated honestly.

 

Funyon: "Aaron Carpenter has been eliminated!"

 

King: "I love it! In all of this confusion, that punk Carpenter was eliminated!"

 

Axis: "This was a corrupt elimination, to say the least!"

 

Hall finally gets to his feet, and both refs break up the brawl that the match turned into, trying to restore some order. However, Blackwell realizes that Carpenter has been eliminated and enters the ring, trying to catch Duran off guard. The plan works, as Blackwell enters the ring and sneaks up behind John, who is sitting on the mat trying to take a breather, and wakes John up with a swift and stiff kick to the back. Duran immediately holds his back in pain, grimacing, but Blackwell does not let up, continuing to kick Duran repeatedly in the side. The crowd cheers as Blackwell continues to beat Duran down. Christian finally lets up on the kicks and grabs Duran's jet-black hair, dragging Duran to his feet. Duran pushes Blackwell away slightly and tries to kick him in the midsection, but Christian grabs John's leg, falling to the mat and twisting Duran's leg, sending Duran crashing to the mat as well with a by-the-book Dragon Screw. Blackwell quickly goes for the cover, and Anthony Michael Hall makes the count.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

THR-! HE GOT HIM! NO, NO HE DIDN'T!

 

The crowd moans in surprise and disappointment as Duran kicks out.

 

Axis: "Ever since Carpenter's elimination, Blackwell has been sure to exact revenge on Duran!"

 

King: "I think it's because he knows Va'aiga and himself are backed against a corner, like bugs about to be sprayed."

 

Blackwell keeps things rolling, going to get John to his feet again. Duran tries to turn things around, bringing his arm up and giving Christian a nice hook to his crotch.

 

King: "EL FOUL!"

 

Axis: "Duran is playing dirty, once again!"

 

The crowd boos as Christian falls to the ground, but referee Hall saw the entire thing! Hall calls for the bell, and the crowd isn't quite sure what's going on...

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Funyon: "John Duran has been eliminated via disqualification!"

 

The crowd explodes into cheers, and Duran can't believe it! He tries to go after referee Hall, but Spike and Omega Storm hold Duran back, trying to calm him down.

 

Axis: "Hahaha! He cheated and he finally got caught for once!"

 

King: "What a disappointment. I thought we were going to see a fight, not some wussy match where someone can get disqualified for a simple low blow."

 

Duran finally leaves the ring, still steaming. However, Christian Blackwell is now down on the mat, and Omega Storm quickly takes advantage, entering the ring and stomping away at Blackwell, the crowd quickly turning back to a chorus of boos. Omega drags Blackwell to his feet, and grabs his right arm, twisting Blackwell's arm over Storm's head and spinning it around, sending Blackwell spinning as well and to the ground. Storm isn't done, however, and picks him up again, going to throw him towards the ropes, but holding onto his arm and bringing him back around, flattening him with a clothesline. The crowd boos as Storm covers Blackwell, Eddy Long going to count the pinfall.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

 

THR-NO!

 

Va'aiga enters the ring, coming over and breaking up the pin with a big elbow to the back of Storm's head as the crowd cheers, the match continuing. Storm rolls off Blackwell and gets to his feet. Va'aiga is leaving the ring at this time, and Storm takes advantage while the Maori's back is turned, clubbing him in the back. Va'aiga is stunned, but quickly recovers, giving Storm a glance of anger. Va'aiga tries to re-enter the ring, but Eddy Long keeps Va'aiga back to the chagrin of the crowd. While Storm taunts the restrained Va'aiga, Blackwell comes up behind Storm and rolls him up with a textbook schoolboy. Anthony Michael Hall is right there, and counts the pinfall.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

THR-NO! HE DIDN'T GET HIM!

 

This time, Spike Jenkins ran in and put a size 13 boot to the back of Blackwell's skull, breaking the pinfall and keeping Spike from having a 2-on-1 disadvantage, the boos of the crowd ringing out. Va'aiga is trying to tell Eddy Long to keep Jenkins out, as Va'aiga cooperates with the ref and goes to the apron. Jenkins gets a couple more stomps in on Blackwell before Hall holds Jenkins back, trying to get him back in his corner.

 

Axis: "After a couple of close pinfalls, we're back to where we started, with Storm standing over a fallen Christian Blackwell!"

 

King: "Just the way it should be. Score one for the bad guys."

 

Storm gets to his feet and goes over to Blackwell, trying to get Christian to his feet, but Blackwell resists by punching Omega, sending him reeling backwards. Christian then gets to his feet, swiftly kicking Storm hard in his side, sending Storm down to one knee. Christian takes advantage of the predicament Storm is in, grabbing Storm's on and whipping him into the turnbuckle. Storm hits the turnbuckle hard, and it's obvious he's not getting out of that corner for a while. Blackwell closes in on him, zeroing in, winding up, and nailing Storm with a hard knife-edge chop, the crowd's "Ooh"s echoing through the arena as Blackwell winds up again and chops Storm again, the sound of his hand slapping against the skin of Storm booming through the arena, drowning out the "Ooh"s that follow. After a 3rd hard chop, Blackwell finally grabs Storm's arm, whipping him into the opposite corner with authority. Storm stumbles back to the middle of the ring, meeting Christian there, as Blackwell kicks Storm in the gut, hooking both of Storm's arms behind him. The crowd cheers as Blackwell lifts Storm up and drops him right back down on the back of Storm's neck.

 

Axis: "Tiger Driver '91! And Storm is out like a light!"

 

Blackwell goes for the cover, the crowd cheering, figuring the match is over for The Omega Storm as Anthony Michael Hall swings around to count the pinfall...

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

THR-OHHH!

 

Spike Jenkins makes his presence once again, getting creative by using the top rope as a springboard to drop a leg on the back of Blackwell's head, successfully breaking the pin. Va'aiga has seen enough and enters the ring to dispose of Jenkins, the crowd cheering for the Maori Badass as he goes after "Hollywood." Jenkins makes a run for it, going to the outside as Va'aiga gives chase. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Blackwell gets to his feet, Storm still out from the Tiger Driver '91. Anthony Michael Hall goes to break up the chase on the outside, trying to stop Va'aiga from chasing after Spike. Va'aiga stops when Hall warns him, and Spike continues to taunt him, however, which sends Va'aiga after him again. Spike runs around and the camera catches him going under the ring. Blackwell goes over to pick up Storm, but Storm catches Blackwell in the family jewels, the crowd booing once again, and yet again, referee Eddy Long just stands by and lets it go.

 

Axis: "What is Eddy Long doing!?"

 

King: "Don't you get it, you stupid Aussie? He's on the side of the good guys!"

 

Axis: "You mean the bad guys."

 

King: "Bad is good for me."

 

Va'aiga swings around the ringside area to where he saw Spike duck, going to one knee and looking under the ring. However, he doesn't see Spike popping out from around the corner where Va'aiga is kneeling. When Va'aiga turns around, Spike is already leaping off the knee of Va'iaga, getting some hang time and brutally kicking Va'aiga in the back of the head with a variation of the Shining Wizard. Va'aiga hits the ground hard; clutching the back of his head as the crowds boos rage on. The crowd continues to boo at the situation at the ring, as Blackwell is in a bad way, having just been hit in the crotch for the second time tonight. Storm goes on the offensive, going behind Blackwell and locks his arms around Christian's waist, throwing Blackwell over his head but keeping the arms locked for a German suplex. The crowd's boos are growing in intensity and volume as Storm brings himself and Blackwell back to his feet, hitting a 2nd and a 3rd German suplex. Storm is showing signs of fatigue after the 3rd, however, but puts all of his strength into hitting the 4th one, Blackwell's head bouncing off the mat, both men trying to catch their breath.

 

King: "What a show of athleticism from Storm!"

 

Axis: "It was impressive, King, but he had to hit a low blow on Blackwell to do it!"

 

King: "Oh, stop being such a baby. I'll lock you in the shed if you keep misbehaving like that."

 

Spike is cheering his teammate on, while Va'aiga is still trying to shake out the cobwebs. Storm gets to his feet, still winded from that chain of German suplexes, but still manages to drag Blackwell to his feet. Storm grabs Blackwell, putting Christian in a front facelock and then wrapping his arms around Blackwell's torso. Storm lifts Blackwell up onto his shoulder, and then reverses the Canadian rack by flipping Christian over using his arms, barely able to do this because of his strength, fading fast since using the suplexes. However, Storm manages to do it, moving his hands into the armpits of Blackwell.

 

King: "He's going for the Omega Cloudburst! Yes!"

 

Storm moves his arms, quickly wrapping them around the head of Christian and bringing Blackwell down hard to the mat with the Omega Cloudburst. The crowd seems like they're almost ready to riot, because if Blackwell doesn't kick out, then the #1 contender to the SJL World Title will be without any partners. Storm rolls Blackwell over and goes for the cover as Eddy Long counts, some members of the crowd yelling for Va'aiga to get up and break the pin.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Va'aiga gets to his feet and slides into the ring, but the 3 count has already been counted by the time he gets there. Va'aiga still stomps Storm in the head as Storm rolls off Blackwell; however, the damage has already been done.

 

Funyon: "Christian Blackwell has been E-LIMINATED!"

 

Axis: "Va'aiga is all alone against two men!"

 

King: "If he's such a badass, he can prove it now."

 

Storm is already extremely worn out, and he looks to be in a bad way as Va'aiga--still clutching the back of his head from the variation of the Shining Wizard by Jenkins--brings Storm to his feet. Va'aiga quickly whips Storm into the turnbuckle, Va'aiga close behind Storm. Once Storm hits the turnbuckle, Va'aiga whips out his arm and nails Storm with a lariat. Stunned, Storm is then subject to a series of punches from Va'aiga: A left cross, another, and a third...Va'aiga kisses his fist and then nails Storm with a huge right hook which sends Storm reeling against the turnbuckle. The crowd cheers after the combo as Va'aiga grabs Storm and throws him into the opposite turnbuckle. Storm starts to stumble out, but as Va'aiga charges, Jenkins pulls Storm back and out of harm's way. The crowd boos as Va'aiga looks at Jenkins. Va'aiga goes to club Spike, but Spike drops off the apron, leaving Storm to the wolves, so to speak.

 

Axis: "Look at that King! He chickened out!"

 

King: "He's just saving himself up and wearing Va'aiga down."

 

Va'aiga stares Jenkins down, and doesn't keep his eye on Storm, who punches the Maori right in the heart. Maori stumbles backwards, stunned, hitting one knee, as Storm kicks Va'aiga once and then gets the Maori in a standing headscissors. Storm locks both of Va'aiga's arms behind Va'aiga's back and then lifts him up vertical. Storm then falls forward, flattening Va'aiga's face on the mat like a pancake with a wicked face-first piledriver. Storm quickly goes for the cover as Eddy Long makes the count, the crowd trying to cheer Va'aiga to kick out.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

THRE-HE GOT HIM! NO, HE DIDN'T!

 

Va'aiga kicks out at the last possible second! Storm can't believe it, and neither does Jenkins!

 

King: "I don't believe this! This guy should be down and out after that move!"

 

Axis: "He's not violence at his finest for nothing."

 

Storm goes over to pick up Va'aiga, but Va'aiga responds with a sudden burst of speed, quickly kicking the legs out from under Storm! Va'aiga gets to his feet and gets Storm to his feet, then locking Storm in a front face lock, wrapping his arms around the torso of Storm and lifting him up onto his shoulder!

 

Axis: "Is he going to steal the Omega Cloudburst?"

 

Nope. Instead, Va'aiga just keeps those arms wrapped tight, as Omega screams in obvious pain. Va'aiga begins to rack Omega, Storm's body being stretched to their limits by simple gravity dragging Storm's limbs down as he dangles down. Jenkins looks on, trying to encourage Storm to not give up, but when it seems clear that Storm's about to, Jenkins enters the ring. Anthony Michael Hall stops him, however, but Jenkins starts to cause a commotion. Va'aiga is distracted, turning around with Storm still in his grasp. Va'aiga goes to shut up Jenkins, letting go of Storm so he can swing a fist at Spike, as Storm goes crashing to the mat. Storm rolls out of the ring as quickly as he can, and Spike quickly jumps in, going toe to toe with the Maori.

 

Axis: "The Captains are going to go at it!"

 

King: "Finally!"

 

Jenkins hits a right hand on Va'iaga, and a second, but Va'aiga blocks the third and hits a left hand, left hand and then goes for a right hook. Jenkins dodges the bullet there, going behind Va'aiga and clipping his knee. Va'aiga clutches his knee, going down to one knee. Jenkins takes advantage and locks Va'aiga in a reverse face lock, quickly hitting a reverse DDT, sending the Maori's head crashing to the mat. Maori is down on his back, and instead of going for a cover, Jenkins is quick to his feet, going to the ropes and jumping up and off the middle rope, flipping in the air...and meeting a pair of knees. Va'aiga blocks the Lion-Sault, his knees driving into the gut of Spike as Spike rolls off in pain. Va'aiga gets to his feet and taunts Spike.

 

Va'aiga: "This is MY HOUSE!"

 

The crowd cheers as Spike slowly gets up to his feet. Va'aiga quickly kicks Spike hard in the midsection and whips him into the ropes. On the way back, Va'aiga grabs Spike and gives him a ride on the tilt-a-whirl, eventually sitting Jenkins up on his shoulders. Va'aiga then spins around, and the crowd counts along as he spins around once, twice, three times, before coming down hard, dropping Spike with the Spin Cycle. The crowd cheers as Va'aiga goes for the pin, Anthony Michael Hall counting for the pinfall.

 

ONE....

 

 

 

 

 

TWO....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR-NO! SPIKE KICKED OUT! SPIKE KICKED OUT!

 

Axis: "I don't believe it!"

 

The crowd can't believe it either, moaning in surprise and disappointment once again tonight as the match continues, despite that extremely narrow escape from "Hollywood." Spike is seriously messed up from his beating, however, and he rolls to the outside of the ring. Va'aiga is still dizzy after performing the Spin Cycle, and has his back turned to Storm. Storm tries to take advantage and run up behind Va'aiga, but the Maori turns around at the last second, scaring the crap out of Storm and sending Storm back a few steps. Storm begs Va'aiga off, the crowd cheering as Storm pleads with the Maori not to hurt him, but Va'aiga ignores it, kicking Storm in the gut and then picking him up and placing Storm over his shoulder.

 

Axis: "This is it, folks! Storm might be done for!"

 

Va'aiga goes to the corner and then gets a running start, jumping up and grabbing Storm, slamming him down WITH AUTHORITY, the Running Maori Drop having more than just a small effect on Storm. Storm is out cold, as Va'aiga goes for the cover, Spike still trying to shake the effects off.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The crowd explodes into cheers, the camera catching the look on Jenkins face as the bell is rung: A look of disgust, now that he's alone with the Maori.

 

Funyon: "The Omega Storm has been E-LIMINATED!"

 

Axis: "Va'aiga has been fighting the odds in this match since the elimination of Christian Blackwell! At one time he was outnumbered two-to-one, but he has now evened the playing field, and he can win this match by eliminating "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins!"

 

King: "Not going to happen, Jenkins has Va'aiga worn down and beaten!"

 

Axis: "Can the Maori badass complete his comeback in this match?"

 

King: "No! You dimwit, haven't you been listening to me?"

 

Va'aiga taunts Jenkins, telling him to get to his feet and get in the ring. Spike looks at Va'aiga for a brief moment, and then slides into the ring. Va'aiga quickly goes up to Spike and locks up with him, throwing him into the ropes. Va'aiga seems to be going for the Spin Cycle again, but Spike dodges away from Va'aiga, the crowd booing as Spike taunts Va'aiga, tapping his head to show the Maori that he had the brains to avoid that move. Va'aiga goes after Spike again, but Spike dodges again, going behind the Maori and clipping his knee once again to get Va'aiga down to the 6'1" Spike's level. Spike puts Va'aiga in position for another reverse DDT, but swings around instead, holding onto Va'aiga's head and then bring Va'aiga down, his neck snapping against Spike's shoulder.

 

King: "Hangman's neckbreaker! Beautiful, just beautiful!"

 

Axis: "Va'aiga is trying to hang in there, but I think the length of this match is beginning to take a toll on him."

 

Jenkins taunts the crowd, fulfilling his ego before he turns his attention back to the Maori. Jenkins gets Va'aiga up on his feet and puts him in a standing headscissors.

 

Jenkins: “I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD!”

 

Axis: “Jenkins might be going for the Defying The System...”

 

Jenkins wraps his arms around Va’aiga and tries to lift the Maori Badass up, but Va’aiga suddenly comes alive, blocking the move and lifting Spike up and over, dropping him with a back body drop as Jenkins bounces off the mat, holding his back. The crowd cheers as Va’aiga signals for the Running Maori Drop! Va’aiga lifts Jenkins up by his dirty blonde hair and hoists Spike onto his shoulder. The crowd continues to cheer, waiting for it as Va’aiga gets a running start, but Jenkins wriggles out and pushes Va’aiga away from him as Spike lands on his feet behind Va’aiga. Va’aiga’s momentum pushes him into the turnbuckle, stunning him temporarily. When Va’aiga finally turns around, Spike is waiting for him, snapping his right leg up and catching Va’aiga right under the chin, sending Va’aiga down to the mat.

 

King: “LAST DANCE! LAST DANCE! Va’iaga is done for!”

 

The crowd immediately begins to boo, as Spike once again gets ready to set up the Defying The System. Spike drags Va’aiga to his feet, kicks him in the gut and puts him in a standing headscissors, the crowd continuing to boo as Spike picks Va’aiga up, holding on to the Maori’s legs as Va’iaga dangles upside-down. Spike wraps his legs around Va’aiga’s arms and falls forward, smashing Va’iaga’s head hard into the mat, managing some “Ooh”s from the crowd, but still mostly boos. Spike goes for the cover, and Eddy Long swings around to make the count.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The crowd's jeers explode in volume, and almost drown out the playing of “Look At Me Now” by Reveille, and the announcement of the winners from Funyon.

 

Funyon: “Here are your winners, the team of John Duran, The Omega Storm, and “Hollywood” Spike JENKINNNNNNNNNNNNNSS!”

 

Eddy Long raises Spike’s hand, as Spike looks for the nearest camera and goes up to it.

 

Spike: “I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD!!!!”

 

Spike then drops down and rolls out of the ring, continuing to celebrate while the crowd continues to show their lack of love for Spike.

 

Axis: “What a valiant effort from Va’aiga in this match, King. He tried to overcome the odds, but he just couldn’t do it in the end.”

 

King: “Who cares about Va’aiga? The winner is Spike Jenkins, and he’s the king of the world, baby!”

 

The camera focuses on Spike as he continues to celebrate, ignoring the Toronto’s crowd displeasure with him, the SWF logo appearing in the corner of the screen and signaling the end of SJL Crimson.

[Guest TheHulkster]

Quiet Death Vs “The Dark Rebel” Terry Wayne

 

Axis: “In what has certainly proven to be one of the most unique nights that the SJL has seen in a long time, we bring to you, our loyal viewers, a Toronto Death match!”

 

King: “I have seen a Toronto death since…well…ever. What the hell is it?”

 

Axis: “You didn’t buy the program, which is by the way available at the merchandise stand in Block C of the Air Canada Center or at out website, www.SJLmerchandise.com, where you can find many quality products of the super…”

 

King: “…NO! I didn’t buy the stupid program, now will you shut up already, you mindless Aussie bastard!”

 

Axis: “Anyway, a Toronto Death Match is a match in which Piledrivers, and moves off of the top rope are banned.”

 

King: “That’s all you had to say. By the way, if you do stop at www.SJLmerchandise.com, check out the Suicide King bobble head doll and the various Suicide King T-shirts…”

 

Axis: “…which means that both Terry Wayne and Quiet Death have been cut at the balls, eliminating each of these two competitor’s trademark attacks. Also, remember that the SJL Television Title CAN change hands on a disqualification!”

 

King: “DON’T EVER CUT ME OFF AGAIN! A guy has to make a living you know.”

 

Funyon: “The following contest is the TORONTO DEATH MATCH for the SJL WORLD TELEVISION TITLE!!!! It is scheduled for one fall with NO TIME LIMIT!”

 

Smoke begins to billow out of the entryway, and is met by the crack of lightning into the base of the Smarktron, making the fans jump in their seats. “Thou Shall Not Cry” by Bauhaus thumps on the sound system, bringing out the challenger for the SJL World Television Title, Quiet Death.

 

King: “You know, back in my day, wrestlers came out to nothing and liked it.”

 

Axis: “Quiet Death has surprised a lot of people since joining the ranks of the SJL. With his mastery in the martial arts and his death defying style, audiences have been left in awe of this mysterious newcomer.”

 

Funyon: “From Parts Unknown…Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty one pounds!!!! QUIETTTTTT DEATHHHHHHH!!!”

 

With that announcement, Quiet Death slides into the ring and perches himself atop the second rope, observing the masses packed tightly into the Air Canada Center before dropping down into the corner.

 

Axis: “Even with all of the limitations set before him, Quiet Death looks determined. Could tonight be his moment of triumph?”

 

King: “If the champ has turned into a bigger crowd loving pussy since last week, I’d count on it. He may have been able to get past strongman John Duran, but Quiet Death is a different animal entirely.”

 

The lights begin to dim to the tune of “Hurt” by Johnny Cash. Terry Wayne slithers through the curtains to a big pop from the crowd. With the SJL World Television Title held loosely in his left hand, he strolls slowly down the aisle, seemingly unfazed by the audience’s reaction.

 

Funyon: “Making his way to the ring, from Norfolk, Virginia…weighing tonight at two-hundred and thirty pounds…The SJL WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!! THE DARK REBELLLLL…TERRYYYYY WAYNEEEEEE!!!!!!!”

 

Axis: “He may not be the quickest, or the strongest, or the best wrestler on the mat, but Terry Wayne has proven to be one of the craftiest and most resilient competitors to even step into an SJL ring. The title belt within his grasp is proof of this.”

 

King: “ I used to think he had a lot of potential, but he let the fans influence him and has turned into a giant coward. I still think he’s lost the edge that brought him here in the first place. The clock is ticking on his title reign the more he becomes a crowd pandering clown. Tonight, if Death has his way, his time is up. Trust me, I know these things.”

 

Axis: “In any event, the clash of styles in this unique style of match will most certainly lead to an exciting contest. Especially with two competitors of this caliber.”

 

Wayne enters the ring and leans into the corner, keeping a watchful eye on his opponent as he waits for the bell to ring. Both men seem thirsty for action, but are fully aware of what the other can bring to the table. The bell finally rings and Terry cautiously walks forward. Quiet Death quickly tumbles to the center of the ring and tries a one-handed leg sweep, but Terry scatters back to the corner in the nick of time to avoid the move. The referee orders both men to tie up in the center of the ring. Terry appears taken back by Death’s amazing speed. Both men lock up in the center of the ring, neither man gaining an advantage initially, until the champ slips behind Death and waist-locks him to the mat. After a float-over, The Dark Rebel cinches in a front face-lock, slowing the speedy challenger down to his level. In a quick burst of speed, the challenger latches onto Terry’s arm and reverses it into a hammerlock. Using what strength he has, the champion powers both men to a standing position, but Death keeps the Hammerlock firmly clutched. Terry tries reaching for a leg, but the challenger’s feet are too fast. He tries to grab his head to snap him over, but Death quickly weaves out of the way. He tries reaching for the ropes to try to escape this painful hold on one of his most vital weapons, but Death pulls him away. With no other ways left to escape, Terry slams his elbow into the side of Quiet Death’s head. With the challenger staggered, Wayne shakes the pain out of his arm and pelts Death in the mouth with a clenched fist. The champion dives in for another waist-lock, but Quiet Death quickly reverses again, this time rolling the champion up in a cradle for a pinning combination and a close two count. Terry scrambles back to the corner, but this time, the challenger follows him. Terry meets him coming in and lands another surprise elbow smash to his face. The champion grabs Death’s head and slams his face forcefully into the turnbuckle. Continuing the assault, Wayne begins to try to make Quiet Death his own personal punching bag, firing a series of lefts and rights on him in the corner. Before he can get one final blow in, Quiet Death blocks and rolls past Terry Wayne. The champion turns around and is met with a flipping dropkick from the agile superstar. Frustrated, The Dark Rebel escapes to the outside before Quiet Death can make another move.

 

Axis: “Quiet Death has been one step ahead of Terry Wayne with every move that the champion has attempted. Could his amazing speed be too much for the Television champion to handle? Or is The Dark Rebel lulling Quiet Death into a false sense of security before he strikes a fatal blow?”

 

King: “It looks to me like The Dark ex-champion is getting cold feet.”

 

Terry paces on the outside, racking his brain for a way to slow down his swift opponent while Death challenges Terry to return to the ring. Terry slides back in under the bottom rope and goes charging after Quiet Death. Death meets him coming in this time, with a rapid arm-drag takeover. When the champion rises, he is met with a spinning back kick that loosens a few of his teeth. The challenger goes for a quick cover again, but only gets a 2 count. Quiet Death lifts the champion to his knees and cracks him in the chest with a kick so loud that the people in the cheap seats can hear it. Wayne falls over, clutching his chest, but the challenger grabs him by his long hair and lifts him back up to his knees to be met with an even louder kick to “Ooooohs” from the fans in attendance. Death takes two steps back and cracks his neck to the disdain of the audience. They know that pain is coming, and it’s coming in the form of the “Unsighted Lightning”. The challenger rushes forward and blasts Terry Wayne in the face with a vicious kick, knocking him cold to the canvas. Quiet Death hops on top of him for a cover…

 

 

Crowd: “one…”

 

 

Crowd: “twooooo…”

 

 

Crowd: “Threeeeeee……no (sigh)”

 

Terry Wayne lifts his arm to the applause of the fans. Quiet Death is slightly flustered by the resilience of the champion. The challenger allows the champion a chance to get up, preparing him for more violent, life threatening kicks. Terry tries his best to shake the cobwebs out as Quiet Death cracks his neck again in the center of the ring, measuring him for a potentially fatal blow. The champion finally makes it to his feet and Quiet Death shatters his thigh with another brutal kick sending him back to his knees. Quiet Death clenches his fist and goes charging in again. The Dark Rebel miraculously ducks the final kick in the “Quiet Thunder” chain and lands a desperation low blow on the challenger. Leaving no chance for Death to recover, The Dark Rebel hits the ropes and twists Quiet Death to the mat with a swinging neck breaker. With the challenger briefly sprawled out on the canvas, Terry hits the ropes again, dropping a crisp fist-drop onto the head of the challenger. Terry goes for a cover and only gets a 2 count. Terry rises to his feet and twirls his finger over his head, signaling for the DDT.

 

Axis: “He can’t use the pile-driver, but he still has one trick up his sleeve in the form of his patented DDT.”

 

Terry locks in a front face-lock, but the challenger sneaks out before The Dark Rebel can drive his skull into the canvas. Quiet Death attempts a standing side kick, but the champion catches it and spins him around. Terry tries clotheslining the challenger, but Quiet Death ducks it and springboards off of the middle rope. In mid-air, Quiet Death corkscrews and throws his leg out for the “Death Wave” kick attack. Terry turns around is met with a crushing kick to his face sending him sailing to the mat below. Quiet Death hooks the champion’s leg and attempts another cover…

 

 

 

 

Crowd: “One…”

 

 

 

 

Crowd: “Twooooo…”

 

 

 

 

Crowd: “THR…NOOOO!!!”

 

 

Terry again gets his shoulder up before the 3 count. Quiet Death wastes no time, dragging the champion to the center of the ring. The challenger turns his back to Terry Wayne and brings his hands together in a prayer pose before performing a standing moonsault on the dazed Television champion. Another cover gets only 2 and Quiet Death slides his thumb across his throat. The challenger sinks in a waist-lock, attempting a German Suplex, but the game champion hooks his leg under Death’s blocking the move. Death tries again, and again it’s blocked as the packed house at the Air Canada Center comes alive, knowing that their Television champion isn’t done in quite yet. After a third block, Terry reverses it into a side Russian leg sweep to the roar of the crowd. Terry hops to the second rope and crashes down onto Quiet Death’s throat with a punishing knee drop. The champ covers, but only gets a two count from the referee. Terry lifts the challenger up and wraps his hands around his chin, preparing to drive him on his neck with a hangman’s neck breaker. He twists Death around, but before he can drop him down, Death hooks both of Terry’s arms and they fight over a backslide. With sweat pouring off of both men’s brows, they use all of their strength to try and gain an advantage and potentially a victorious pinning combination. The crowd is on its feet as the struggle swings back and forth like a championship tennis match. Quiet Death drops to his knees and manages to slide the champion on his shoulders. Terry barely, by the skin of his teeth, rolls out of the hold. Quiet Death latches onto the champion’s arm and whips him to the turnbuckle. Death crouches down at the other end of the ring, staring down his prey as Terry fights to shake the cobwebs out in the turnbuckle. With catlike quickness, the challenger races in and leaps halfway across the ring, colliding his foot into Wayne’s face for possibly the final time with the “Death Wave” kick attack. Terry flops out of the corner onto his stomach. Quiet Death, knowing that his time may have come to finally hold the gold, muscles The Dark Rebel over onto his back and goes for the cover…

 

King: “Say hi to all the other Hobos at the bus station for me, loser!”

 

Crowd: “Oneeeeeee…”

 

Axis: “Things are looking grim for the current SJL World Television Champion!”

 

 

Crowd: “Twoooooooooo…”

 

King: “Like I said Axis, being savvy might get you a couple of quarters from some schmoe on the side of the street, but it isn’t going to win you the big one. OH IT’S COMING AUSSIE, I CAN FEEL IT. NEW…WORLD…TELEVI…”

 

 

Crowd: “THREEEEEEE-NOOOOO!!!!!”

 

King: “DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!!”

 

Terry manages to get his foot on the ropes before the ref’s hand goes down for three. Quiet Death, confident that Wayne is a beaten man, again drags him to the center of the ring. The challenger stands above the immobilized champion and outstretches his arms.

 

Axis: “He’s calling for the Standing Death Star Press!”

 

Quiet Death gracefully floats into the air and flips. Terry Wayne, realizing that his moments as champion may be numbered, lifts his knees up, and Death’s ribs crunch against them. Both men are out on the canvas. The Dark Rebel sits up as Quiet Death crawls to his feet clasping his ribs. The champion takes advantage of the situation…

 

*CRACK*

 

Terry Wayne fires a stiff left hand to the face of the challenger as they both make it to their feet.

 

*CRACK*

 

*CRACK*

 

Two more left handed shots to the head of the challenger as Death staggers back.

 

Crowd: “Terry, Terry, Terry…”

 

Terry measures his right handed punch and swings for the fences, but the challenger catches his arm. Quiet Death unloads a pair of kicks to the abdomen of Terry Wayne, with the champion’s right arm still within his grasp. Terry keels over and Quiet Death slips behind him. Before Terry can rise again, the challenger hooks his arm and drops him down with the “Face Death” facebuster. Death goes for another cover, but still isn’t able to put away the SJL World Television champion.

 

Axis: “How much more could Terry Wayne possibly have left in his tank? He’s taken one hell of a beating at the hands of the young challenger!”

 

Quiet Death rises and slides both thumbs across his throat. He stalks the SJL TV Champion, and when the time is right, he clasps his hands under Wayne’s arms into a full nelson. He lifts the champion up, but Wayne struggles. Terry tries hooking his leg under Death’s, attempting to block the Dragon Suplex attempt, but the challenger sees it coming and builds a safe distance. With no other escape coming to him, he raises his fist and begins to shake it, calling for support from the crowd to prevent getting dumped on his head. The fans respond accordingly, and Wayne shakes even more, trying to power out of the full nelson locked onto him. He manages to break the clutches of Quiet Death to a big pop from the masses, and slips behind Death to lock on a submission of his own, The Sleeper Hold. Quiet Death reaches for something, anything, to prevent from being put to sleep, but Wayne keeps himself centered, waiting for the moment that Quiet Death will begin to fade into dreamland. Death’s attempts to grabs the ropes become slower as his eyes begin to lower. Terry Wayne puts all he has left into this one hold, knowing that without his Fatal Flaw piledriver, this could possibly be his only opportunity to retain his title. The challenger’s arms begin to sink, along with his whole body as he slips further and further into a coma-like state. Quiet Death’s lifeless form descends slowly into the mat as the referee closes in. Anthony Michael Hall lift’s the challenger’s arm once to no response.

 

Crowd: “Terry, Terry, Terry…

 

He lifts his arm a second time to even less of a response.

 

Crowd: “TERRY, TERRY, TERRY…”

 

Axis: “It will only take one more drop to ensure that Terry Wayne walks out of this arena with the gold in tow. After all of the energy that Quiet Death has exerted in this match, it will be very hard for him to rise again.”

 

The referee lifts his arm a third time…

 

Crowd: TER-RRY, TERR-RRY, TERRR-RRY…”

 

…but Quiet Death is alive! He keeps his arm raised and powers his way to his feet. He tries elbowing out, but Terry Wayne holds on. In a last ditch attempt, Quiet Death swings himself to the side of the champion and lifts him up into the air. Terry finally releases the hold, only to get folded with a “Back Death Driver” suplex that shatters the champion’s neck. The challenger slowly crawls toward the champion and lays his hand across his chest.

 

 

 

 

Crowd: “ONE…”

 

 

 

 

Crowd: “TWOOOO…”

 

 

 

 

Crowd: “THREEEEEEEEE…NOOOOOO!

 

The champion miraculously raises his arm before the final bell would toll. Quiet Death makes it to his feet for perhaps, the final time…

 

Quiet Death: “That’s it!”

 

The challenger clenches his fist and raises it into the air, signaling the “Death By Numbers”. Terry Wayne is almost out on his feet as he walks into the awaiting challenger. Quiet Death throws the champion’s head between his legs, staring out into the crowd, watching their hope for the champion’s survival dwindle. He hooks his arms around Terry Wayne’s waist and lifts him into a powerbomb position.

 

King: “Bye, bye you homeless failure…”

 

Terry slumps as he sits atop the shoulders of possibly, the new SJL World Television Champion…

 

Quiet Death: “Your time has come Terry Wayne!”

 

Quiet Death positions his hands in preparation of flipping the grizzled warrior onto his face.

 

Terry Wayne: “Wrong my friend…My time has just begun…”

 

Wayne holds on and starts pounding the challenger’s head, while Death tries to complete his finishing move. After about 10 shots to the challenger’s head, Terry Wayne splits off of Quiet Death’s shoulders, with the challenger’s head hooked under his arm. Before Quiet Death can counter, The Dark Rebel fractures his head into the canvas with an earth shattering DDT. He goes for a cover…

 

 

 

 

 

Crowd: “ONEEEEEEEE…”

 

 

 

 

 

Crowd: “TWOOOOOOOOOO…”

 

 

 

 

Crowd: “THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!”

 

Funyon: “HERE IS YOUR WINNER…AND STILLLLLL SJL WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONNNNNNN…THE DARK REBELLLLL…TERRRRRRRRRRY WAYNEEEEEEE!!!!!”

 

The crowd ignites as Terry Wayne surprises them again, squeaking out another victory against a very tough competitor in a very unique match. “Hurt” by Johnny Cash blares out of the sound system as Terry Wayne rises to his feet to collect his title. He asks for the microphone.

Terry Wayne: “I’ve been through many wars in my life, and I’m sure I’ll be in many more, but you, my man, brought it today like nobody I’ve ever fought against. You may not have my title tonight, but you certainly have my respect.”

 

The Dark Rebel extends his hand to Quiet Death. The martial arts master stares at it, and brushes it off, walking back toward to dressing room. Terry’s face grows cold as he watches the challengers exit the ring.

 

Terry Wayne: “So that’s how it’s going to be…”

 

The champion slides after Quiet Death and cracks him from behind with a vicious lariat. Then, he hurls him face first into the steel steps.

 

Terry Wayne: “YOU DON’T WANT TO RESPECT ME AFTER I BEAT YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

 

The Dark Rebel lifts the padding on the outside, exposing the concrete floor. Mercilessly, Terry lifts Death and throws his head between his legs. Referees rush out of the back to stop him from trying to end this young man’s career. Unfazed by their threats, Terry locks his hands around Quiet Death’s waist, snaps him up, driving his skull into the concrete with the Fatal Flaw. With Quiet Death bleeding and motionless, Terry Wayne extends his hand again mockingly, and begins to laugh as paramedics rush past him. The crowd is in absolute shock.

 

Axis: “I can’t believe that Terry Wayne would do such a thing. What a disgusting act to perform on a human being! ”

 

The champion walks to the back with a vindicated look scrawled across his face. He stops at the base of the Smarktron and stares at the video of the snake eating the rabbit, and the crowd begins to…boo?

 

King: “I knew that Terry Wayne had it in him! I knew it all along! He’s as cold as the other side of the pillow, and I love it! All hail the SJL World Television Champion!”

 

Axis: “King, you make me sick. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the friends and family of Quiet Death. I hope this bright young superstar makes a speedy recovery to the ranks of the SJL.”

 

Paramedics strap Quiet Death to a stretcher as the cameras fade into a commercial break. The crowd becomes silent after what they had just seen.

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I was robbed! *sob*