SJL CRIMSON!!! (4/10)

April 11, 2003

SJL Crimson, April 10th, 2003!

Due Date: Thursday, 6pm EST.

Venue: The American West Arena, Phoenix, Arizona!

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TRIPLE THREAT

Write or Die Match!

Omega Storm vs Quiet Death vs "The Dark Rebel" Terry Wayne

The penalty for not showing up is... well, getting exterdited. Wayne, Death and Omega Storm, despite showing incredible promise at the beginning of their respective runs, and ALL holding the TV title, have tailed off of late with a series of no-shows. So now, to keep their spots in the SJL, they have to proove they're still around.

Rules: Three men in the ring at once, standard DQ, pinfall and submission rules apply. First pin wins.

Word Limit 3750

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SINGLES MATCH

TV Title Match

Syndicate vs John Duran©

You show up, you reap the benefits. In only his second contest, Syndicate gets a shot at the SJL Television title, currently held by John Duran. After a long time of clawing at the belt, Duran is finally champion, and obviously, has no intentions of letting the gold slip from his grasp. Can Syndicate pull off a considerable upset? Or will Duran make an example of him, in what he hopes will be the beginning of a long reign?

Rules: Standard singles match, yadda yadda yadda.

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TAG MATCH

"Hollywood" Spike Jenkins/Kaine vs Tryst/Christian Blackwell

Oo, feel the love in this one. Kaine, after a few shows away, returns to tag with a man he beat down, and then proceeded to lament as a jobber. Meanwhile, Tryst and Blackwell faced just last show, with Blackwell prying the European title away from the Sherwood Fable's grip. Should be chaos, and winner(s) here could see themselves moving up in divisional standings very shortly.

Rules: Tag match rules, standard DQ, pinfall and countout apply. Let's not forget the tag ropes, gentlemen.

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SINGLES MATCH

World Title Contendership

Crow vs Va'aiga

What do I really need to say about this one? Crow and Va'aiga have been in the thick of the world title race for several shows now, and look to gain another shot at the title here. Actually, the Bird is looking for his first shot at the SJL world heavyweight title, but perhaps, with Va'aiga looking to redeem himself after losing to Dace on Metal, he will actually be hungrier...

Rules: The toys are in the attic for this one, guys. Standard singles match, you know the rest.

Word Limit: 5750

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MAIN EVENT

World Title

Barbed Wire Deathmatch

Sean Atlas vs Dace Night©

They've faced in straight-up wrestling, where one man could only win by pinfall, and the other submission, and Atlas emerged victorious. So now, Dace Night and Sean Atlas will take it to the element where Dace has the clear advantage... in a ring surrounded with barbed wire. The blood will flow for certain, but will the SJL title to yet another hand? Only time will tell...

Rules: Texas Death Match rules, where the man with the most falls after the end of a time period wins. After a fall, which may only occur as pinfall or submission, there is a 10 second rest period. The ring ropes have been wrapped with barbed wire, and the turnbuckle pads have been replaced with lumber filled with several large, unbroken light bulbs. The rest of the "toys" you bring into the match are up to you. Have fun.

Match Length: 30:00

Word Limit: 6750

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April 11, 2003

WRITE OR DIE MATCH

Omega Storm vs. Quiet Death vs. Terry Wayne

I haven't heard from Z. I know that Quiet Death is gone, and I assume Storm is as well, so the question is whether Wayne wrote. Whenever Z arrives, he'll update this.

Z's Edit: I'm here! I'm here! LOVE ME!

That said, none of these guys wrote, in a huge shock. Yeah, you waited 8 hours to hear that.

Edited April 11, 2003 by realitycheck

April 11, 2003

Axis: "King, we've got some great action coming up later tonight on Crimson, but I can't help but look forward to tonight's main event. Sean Atlas and Dace Night for the SJL World Title, in a Barbed Wire Deathmatch!"

King: "That's right. The blood will flow in the ring tonight, and it'll belong to Dace Night!"

Axis: "I think Dace has the advantage in this match. I mean, come on, Horrorcore says it all!"

King: "Horrorcore means jack to a real man like Sean Atlas. Dace's days as SJL World Champion are numbered."

Axis: "Anyways, King, this next match is also for gold: SJL Television gold. John Duran has been working ever since he's entered the fed towards capturing the SJL Television Title, and he finally did it on Wrath, beating Terry Wayne and Quiet Death to capture the title. However, he now has to face the newcomer Syndicate in this very ring tonight in his first defense! Let's find out if Syndicate can capture the belt in only his 2nd match, or if Duran can keep the belt around his waist."

The action moves over to the ring, where Funyon is standing, waiting to make the introductions for this match.

Funyon: "This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SJL TEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TITLEEEEEEEEE!"

"Raise Up" by Saliva blares over the loudspeakers in Phoenix as blasts of red pyro shoot up from the stage. The crowd is cheering the relative newcomer as he makes his way down to the ring.

Funyon: "Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds, hailing from Portland, Oregon, he is SYNNNNNNNNNDICATEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Syndicate enters the ring, waiting for his opponent. "Sinner" by Drowning Pool kicks in, and the crowds cheers immediately turn to resounding boos as the SJL Television Champion makes his entrance into the America West Arena. John Duran points to the title wrapped around his waist, showing it off to the crowd with that smug look on his face, before continuing down towards the ring.

Funyon: "And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds, from Champaign, Illinois, he is the SJL Television Champion, JOHN DURANNNNNNNN!"

Duran takes the belt off just before entering the ring, moving over to the fans and shoving it in their faces, pointing to it and to himself, signifying that yes, he does own the belt, laughing at the fans as they continue to boo him, Duran turning around and entering the ring, Syndicate making no sudden moves as Duran turns over the belt to referee Matthew Kivell.

King: "Here we go..."

*DING DING DING*

As the match begins, John and Syndicate carefully watch each other, slowly making movements towards each other, each man trying to psych the other one out.

Axis: "Both of these men tend to work in a more methodical style than other wrestlers, so this might not be a very fast paced match. However, for their lack of speed, both men make up for it in their impressive repertoire of moves."

With that said, Duran and Syndicate lock horns in the middle of the ring. Duran's strength overpowers Syndicate, as John sends Syndicate into the ropes. John puts out an arm to clothesline Syndicate down to the mat as he comes back, but Syndicate thinks quickly and ducks, going back into the ropes. Duran charges after him, but Syndicate ducks again as he rebounds off the ropes. This time, however, Syndicate stops and turns around, John turning around right into a dropkick from Syndicate. The crowd cheers as Syndicate puts the Television Champion on the mat.

Axis: "Care to elaborate on the beginnings of the match, King?"

King: "Certainly. We've seen that Syndicate can definitely speed it up in the ring and avoid the raw power of John Duran if he wants to, and that just might make all the difference, if the beginning of this match is any indication. Duran still has his strength, but he's going to have to use it wisely to bring down Syndicate and retain his Television Title."

Syndicate waits for Duran to get to his feet instead of dragging John to his feet, pondering over his next move. As Duran gets to his feet and turns around, he gets a rude kick to the stomach. Syndicate quickly follows this up with a quick 180 spin, grabbing Duran's head and placing it on his left shoulder. Syndicate comes down hard with a reverse neckbreaker, Duran's head snapping back from the impact of the move. The crowd cheers once again, as Syndicate goes for the first pin in the match, Matthew Kivell swinging around to make the count.

ONE...

TWO-KICKOUT!

King: "Whoa! Almost a new champion very early in the match! That would've sucked the major balls!"

Axis: "Almost is the keyword there. Almost doesn't count, and almost just makes John Duran one angry bastard."

Syndicate decides to bring John to his feet after the close pinfall. However, it's a mistake, as Duran draws Syndicate into his simple trap, punching Syndicate in the stomach as Syndicate stumbles back slightly, caught off guard. John takes advantage of the opening, crouching down and spearing Syndicate, wrapping his arms around his waist and driving him backwards towards the turnbuckle.

OOH!

Syndicate's body slams into the turnbuckle, sending his head whipping back, the crowd's awe from the power of the move quickly turning into boos as Duran begins to go to work on Syndicate, punching Syndicate in the body once, twice, three times, three hard shots right into the abdominal region of the challenger.

Axis: "Even if you study tapes of how John Duran works, I assure you folks at home that there is nothing that can prepare you for that spear and those punches. This is truly devastating. And in a match where, so far, Syndicate has dominated, this turn of events is definitely interesting."

John does not slow down, quickly continuing and whipping Syndicate hard into the opposite turnbuckle. Syndicate comes stumbling out slightly, and John charges, nailing Syndicate with a hard clothesline and sending him down to the mat. John keeps the pace going, picking Syndicate up and then throwing Syndicate into the ropes. On the way back, John bends down to pick up Syndicate from the rebound, but Syndicate stops and kicks John in the chest, winding him temporarily. Syndicate goes towards John, but John snaps up, grabbing Syndicate in a waistlock, lifting Syndicate up and pivoting 180 degrees, dropping to the ground, sending Syndicate hard into the mat with a wicked spinebuster.

King: "Ooh! Beautiful!"

Duran goes for the cover, Kivell swinging around once again...

ONE...

TWO...

TH-KICKOUT!

Axis: "But not enough to get the job done!"

King: "It'll get done eventually. Trust me."

Duran goes back over to Syndicate and goes to bring him up, but Syndicate brings his right elbow around and clocks John in the head. Duran is stunned, and Syndicate follows it right up with another elbow, this time his left elbow, connecting with the other side of John's face. The crowd's cheer builds in momentum as Syndicate continues to hit elbow after elbow to the head and neck of Duran, Duran trying his best to guard against the blows but not having much luck as John is backed up into the corner, Syndicate continuing to deliver elbow after elbow.

Axis: "What's this? Syndicate's offense has suddenly exploded, with a flurry of elbows right in the champ's kisser!"

King: "Why doesn't he fight with his hands like a REAL man?"

Syndicate ceases with the elbow shots, but whips John to the other corner. John comes out of the corner to the center of the ring, and Syndicate joins him, putting a boot in John's gut and putting him in a front facelock before dropping him with a DDT. However, Syndicate keeps the DDT locked on, as the crowd begins to cheer.

Axis: "What is Syndicate doing?"

Syndicate gets back to his feet, Duran's face still locked under his arm, and drives John right back down into the ground. The crowd continues to cheer Syndicate as on as Syndicate gets up once again and delivers another cranium crushing DDT, finally releasing the front facelock and rolling Duran over, going for the cover.

Axis: "There's no way Duran can kick out of that! It's impossible!"

King: "This is the Television champion we're talking about!"

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

....THRE-KICKOUT! SO CLOSE!

The crowd moans in surprise as Duran somehow manages to kick out after the series of 3 DDTs in succession.

King: "See, what did I tell you! John Duran is no ordinary jobber."

Axis: "Very impressive, but you know that Duran's head and neck are hurting terribly bad right now. Syndicate has definitely been sticking to his style of working on the head and neck, breaking Duran down bit by bit."

King: "This match is FAR from over, mind you."

Syndicate gets to his feet, and drops an elbow on John Duran before he can get back to his feet. Syndicate is up again and drops another elbow, the crowd cheering as Syndicate is definitely taking it to John Duran with his elbow. Finally, Syndicate allows John to get to his feet, the crowd continuing to cheer as someone is certainly giving it to Duran.

Duran stumbles to his feet, and as he turns around, Syndicate charges towards him, but once again, Duran somehow gets back to his senses, slamming his hand into Syndicate's throat and grabbing him. John puts a hand on Syndicate's back and lifts Syndicate up high in the air, the crowd beginning to boo quite loudly as John drives Syndicate down with a high-impact chokeslam.

Axis: "This battle, so far, has been a seesaw battle. Both men definitely want to win this match, and neither of them are giving up without a tough fight."

John brings Syndicate to his feet and then whips him into the turnbuckle, the action once again returning to the corner. John charges into the turnbuckle with a clothesline, stunning Syndicate and leaving him helpless for the time being in the corner. John then steadies himself on the ropes, drawing back his legs before driving one of his knees into the gut of Syndicate. The crowd "Ooh"s and boos as John repeats the move, the knee plowing into Syndicate's abdomen. Syndicate is not given a chance to recover however, as John steadies himself on the ropes once again, lifting up his boot and placing it under Syndicate's chin, choking Syndicate out with his boot. The crowd boos and yells at the ref to do something, which he finally does, administering a 5 count to John.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! F-

John finally lets the move go before he is disqualified, and Matthew Kivell backs him up a little bit, but John gets past this and runs towards Syndicate, drilling him with a forearm smash.

Axis: "Syndicate has been absolutely punished in that corner! John is going to try to disable Syndicate by just using that raw power that no one can deny he certainly does possess!"

Duran taunts to the crowd, showboating a little, and turns around to go to work on Syndicate again, but Syndicate gets a second wind, coming out of the corner and landing right hands on Duran. The crowd's boos quickly turn into cheers of support for Syndicate as he continues to hit right hand after right hand on Duran. Syndicate whips John into the ropes, but John reverses the attempt, sending Syndicate into the ropes, the crowd already booing before John grabs Syndicate, lifting the challenger up in the air and then driving him down hard to the mat. The boos intensify in volume as Duran covers Syndicate, Kivell swinging around to make a very unpopular pin count.

ONE...

TWO...

THR-NO! SYNDICATE KICKED OUT!

The crowd cheers as Syndicate digs down deep into his reserves and gets himself out of the pinfall. Duran is getting tired of this game, however, and signals for the end.

Axis: "Uh-oh, things are definitely not looking very much in Syndicate's favor at this moment."

Duran brings Syndicate to his feet and goes behind him, locking him in a Full Nelson. The crowd boos and some yell "No," attempting to encourage Syndicate to find a way out of it. Duran tries to lift Syndicate up, but Syndicate somehow manages to shift his weight back down. Duran, obviously frustrated, pushes Syndicate into the ropes, releasing the Full Nelson. As Syndicate comes back on the rebound from the ropes, he gets Duran to bend over with a well-placed kick to the stomach, and then grabbing Duran's head, swinging around with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers, and Syndicate keeps things rolling, bringing Duran to his feet and whipping him into the corner. Syndicate goes over to the corner and gives Duran a few right hands, and then sets Duran up on the top turnbuckle.

King: "Syndicate is up to no good, as usual."

Syndicate climbs to the top as well, bringing Duran to his feet on the top turnbuckle. Syndicate tries once to lift Duran and fails, but on the second try, it succeeds amazingly well, Duran going way up in the air and then crashing down hard to the ground as Syndicate nails a superplex from the top rope, the crowd cheering, impressed with the action that has been littered all through this match.

King: "How did he pull that off?"

Axis: "Well, King, once you get past that lifting part, the rest is just gravity, really."

King: "Bah."

Syndicate somehow gets right back to his feet after landing hard himself with the superplex, the crowd in awe as Syndicate goes to another turnbuckle, climbing to the top rope.

Axis: "Now what is Syndicate doing?"

King: "He's going to the top rope, obviously! The question is HOW is Syndicate doing this?"

Axis: "He has to be running on pure adrenaline now, King. There's no doubt this match has taken a lot out of both men."

Syndicate signals that he's going for a big elbow drop, and the crowd cheers, the cameras flashing as Syndicate flies off the top rope and sails towards his target. Gravity takes its toll, and as Syndicate comes back down, Duran suddenly finds a way to roll out of harm's way, Syndicate hitting the mat with a considerable force.

Axis: "Oh my! The tables have been turned once AGAIN!"

King: "Bwahahahahahahah! So much for that adrenaline!"

The crowd is booing and in shock simultaneously, as Duran lifts his head up, noticing that Syndicate is down and out in the ring. John crawls over to where Syndicate is, exhausted, finally draping an arm over the chest of Syndicate, Matthew Kivell swinging around to make the count.

ONE....

TWO...

THR-NO! KICKOUT! KICKOUT!

The crowd lets out a loud pop; damn near going crazy as Duran once again fails to get the pinfall. Duran has a look of shock on his face as well, as he can't believe that Syndicate kicked out. The crowd slowly begins to get behind Syndicate as both men try to get to their feet, taking slow steps towards standing upright. Both men seem to arrive to their feet at the same time, Duran charging towards Syndicate. However, Syndicate bends over, and lifts Duran high in the air, John dropping down to the mat hard with a back body drop.

Axis: "Amazing! These two just won't stop going after each other!"

Syndicate breathes heavily, exhausted, waiting for Duran to get to his feet. Quite exhausted himself, Duran eventually gets to his feet. As he turns around, Syndicate kicks Duran in the stomach, sending John lurching over. Syndicate moves to John's right side, hooking his left leg around John's right leg, placing his arm around John's neck and bringing him down with a forward Russian leg sweep.

Axis: "Good move from Syndicate to take the considerably bigger John Duran down. He could win this match!"

Syndicate signals for the Vertigo, the crowd cheering and some getting on their feet as Syndicate brings John to his feet. Syndicate attempts to lift John, having some troubles at first, but trying once again to bring Duran up. However, Duran comes to his senses and clubs Syndicate in the back with a double axe-handle.

Axis: "Oh no! Syndicate might be in a world of trouble right now!"

This time it's John once again signaling for the end, quickly lifting Syndicate up and locking his arms above his head. The crowd boos Duran as he brings Syndicate up and down with a Full Nelson bomb, before beginning to lean back. John locks the legs around Syndicate, putting him in the Break Point.

King: "BREAK POINT! IT'S O-VER!"

Syndicate immediately begins to try to get out of the hold, but John wastes little time in tightening the hold, crunching his legs around the waist of Syndicate and drawing back Syndicate's arms to almost impossible lengths. Syndicate's pain is etched on his face, but the crowd tries to cheer him on. However, as Matthew Kivell leans in to ask Syndicate if he gives up, Syndicate pauses for a second, before Duran once again tightens the hold, Syndicate then nodding his head quickly as Kivell signals for the bell.

*DING DING DING*

John gets to his feet, releasing the Break Point and going to get his belt.

Funyon: "Here is your winner, and STILL SJL TEEEEEEVEEEEEE CHAMPION, JOHN DURANNNNNNNNN!"

Duran gets his belt from Kivell, once again holding it up for the crowd to see as they boo him, the boos continuing as John puts the belt around his waist and walking to the backstage area.

Axis: "Well, Duran has done it once again, with a successful defense of the SJL Television Title, but I wouldn't count Syndicate out just yet. Stay tuned to Crimson folks, because up next, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins and Kaine will take on Tryst and Christian Blackwell in what is expected to be a very hot tag match!"

April 11, 2003

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[King] It’s working! The choke and glass rod is knocking Dace out cold!

[Axis] Never did I see this coming...

Finally, the champion is nearly insensible... Atlas no longer feels any resistance from him, and looks around at the crowd, the ref, and anyone he can see, clearly smiling under the mask. Hastily, he lets go of the hold, and pulls the tube out with his right arm. He rears it back, holding the glass cylinder over his head, as if in victory... and just as the first feeling of consciousness returns to Dace Night, Atlas swings the glass pipe down, SHATTERING it on the skull of the champion!!!

[Axis & King] Oh my god!

Shards of glass fly from the point of impact. Thumbtacks sparkle in the arena’s light. Dace falls entirely, face first to the canvas. The fans jeer and boo Atlas, while some even throw objects into the ring. A small pool of blood begins to form near Dace’s head, and the referee checks on him. Meanwhile, Atlas struts around the ring, exchanging verbal squabbles with the many spectators in the crowd. He still holds a piece of the glass tube in his hand, and in response to the now numerous items thrown at him, tosses the remaining piece out into the crowd.

[Axis] Does he have any shame at all?

Dace moves ever so slightly, indicating he’s conscious. Finally, Sean Atlas draws his attention to the fallen Night and pushes Ced Ordoñez out of the way. He falls to his knees and drapes an arm over Dace, arrogantly covering the bleeding champion. Ced pauses for a small moment, but then quickly begins to count...

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THREEEEEENNNNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

The crowd simply ERUPTS as Dace lifts his shoulder off the canvas!

[King] WHAT?!?

[Axis] HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! THE CHAMPION WILL NOT GO DOWN!

[King] Atlas is in disbelief, as are the rest of us at Dace’s resilience...But...How??

[Axis] I don’t know, King, but this match ain’t over yet!

Atlas springs to his feet, unwilling to accept the fact that he has not yet won. He stares at Ced, who shrugs back, just as shocked as him. Fuming, Sean takes the champion by his hair and lifts him up, getting him to his feet. Dace still isn’t fully alert though, and has trouble standing straight. But none of that concerns Sean Atlas, as he lowers his shoulder and hooks the leg, making sure to have a tight grip on Dace. He takes him off the ground, then cradles his neck to hold him in a fireman’s carry...

[King] This is it, this is it!

[Axis] There’s nothing that Sean can follow this up with save for...

As the blood flows freely from the head of the champion, the fans rise off their seats and stand, watching as Sean Atlas turns, falls, and DRIVES DACE NIGHT’S BLOODY SKULL INTO THE CANVAS!

[Axis & King] SAINT’S DEMISE!

Fallen thumbtacks and glass splinters rebound off the mat while Sean pushes Dace’s body down onto his back. Atlas covers Dace’s body, hooking the near leg...

O N E

T W O

...

T H R E E !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[King] Sean Atlas wins!

*DING DING DING*

“The winner of this bout... SEAN ATLAS!”

[Voiceover] “You might want to just lay down on the mat, because if you give me a chance to get hold of you in the ring, it won't be pretty. I'll make sure you won’t be able to defend the belt, if you did manage to win it. I'll smash your teeth so far down your throat, you'll be able to eat out of your ass." He growls slowly”

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[Axis] Katahajime! Atlas locked on the Katahajime choke on Spike Jenkins!

[King] This is it! Hollywood’s finished!

[Dace] Perfect, Sean. Perfect.

...

[Dace] See, this is exactly what Atlas’ game plan has been all along. He’s got this and the Saint’s Demise. Nothing more.

...

[Axis] Atlas just stole Dace Night’s championship! That’s not even his!

Sean slides into the ring head first as the sound of Dace throwing off his headset is heard through the audio. The champion gives chase, going after Atlas... But just as Sean enters the ring, meeting a half standing and drowsy Spike Jenkins, Dace jumps onto the apron only to receive a...

[King] Superkick! Superkick from Atlas to the chin of the champ, taking him off the apron!

[Axis] He’s still got that belt and I don’t think Spike can see him...

[King] And Sean is about to...!

[Axis] Aaaaah!

*CRACK*

[King] Atlas knocks Spike out with a shot from the championship gold!

[Axis] That’s a Disqualification! Is Ced going to... yes, he is!

Ced Ordoñez runs over to the side of the ring, waving his finger in the air...

*DING DING DING*

Funyon gets on the mic, but...

“Your winner as a result of Disqualification... HOLLYWOOD SPIKE JENK...!”

The now standing Dace Night cuts him off, seizing the microphone from his hands.

“And your LOSER, defeated for the SECOND time by Spike... SEAN ATLAS! Give him a hand, New York!”

[Voiceover] "Too quote a classic, I'll tear your fucking eyes out, rip your fucking flesh off, I'll beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass. Payback's a bitch motherfucker."

[Axis] Thursday. SJL Crimson. Junior League World Championship. Sean Atlas vs. Dace Night. DEATHMATCH!

“Payback's a bitch motherfucker."

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The camera zooms away from the TV monitor, showing Sean Atlas standing in front of it. Next to him is... He’s fearless... He’s mighty... He’s Ben Hardy! Actually, he’s bruised from a random beating earlier, but still so much in need of a paycheck to do his job.

[ben] Sean, any thoughts on tonight’s match...

[Atlas] Dace said he has me figured out. Scouting me, watching my matches... He said he’ll tear me apart. Make me bleed until me body’s skin and bones. Dace said, despite losing to me two weeks ago, that he will dominate and destroy me tonight. Dace said... well, Dace said a lot of things.

[ben] Do you have anything special planned?

[Atlas] Oh, of course. Nothing I’ll reveal to you here, though. I have plenty of tricks left that Dace has no clue about. And he’ll be punished for his ignorance. Remember, Ben, the match follows TEXAS Death Match rules, and there’s a plethora of great ideas that have come out of Texas. Lucky for me, many of them involve massacre, torture and death.

[ben] Um, alright. But before you go, I have one more question. Some vignettes have been airing recently, in which you mention “returning to New York”... Do you have anything to say about that?

Sean pauses.

[Atlas] Ben, there’s plenty about my past that I’m not proud of. Coming to Madison Square Garden and getting booed was an odd feeling for me. I shouldn’t complain though. That would reveal too much, and you’re not ready for it. No one is. I promise though, that soon enough, you’ll know everything you’ll need to know.

Sean walks away without harming a hair on Ben Hardy’s head, going to another location in the back. Ben, meanwhile, turns back to the camera.

[ben] Well, there you have it. Sean Atlas, mysterious as ever, left us with vague bits and pieces of his persona and game plan for tonight. He’ll be challenging Dace Night for the championship in the Main Event. Back to you, King and Axis.

April 11, 2003

“Eh. On with the show.”

Axis turns to survey the emotions written upon King’s face, but to no avail; The Suicide King has turned his face the other way.

“What’s wrong, King?”

“I think you know what’s wrong.”

“I have no idea, King. I really don’t.”

“Axis...I think I’m running out of hate.”

Axis looks perplexed.

“...running out of hate?”

“Yes, Axis. You see...according to my “evil guy” handbook, there is only an allotted amount of hate that a man can have during his lifetime...and I’m running dangerously low. What does this all mean, you ask? Well, it means that I would become a mindless piece of crap that likes to watch this show, that’s what this means.”

“King, must you ALWAYS insult our viewers?”

“...Well...yeah, actually. It’s in my contract.”

“Ah...that’s right. So it is. Well, what will you do when your hate runs out?”

“Well, I’d imagine that if I destroy another evil person, I can take their hate and use it for myself, much like highlander. Decapitation time, bay-bee!”

As Axis sighs in protest, the lights begin to blacken out...as we prepare for a sighting of the talented young Christian Blackwell.

“...threw...you the obvious...and you flew...with it on your back...”

The transcending arpeggios beckon the mind into a calming element as the hypnotic voice of Maynard begins to work it’s magic. Out of the blackness, little spurts of fire begin to shoot out of the entry way...and as he makes his appearance under the entrance, the stage lights up with fire. And so he begins to walk down the ramp...head down, as it always is. Continuing down the ramp, the fire continues to shoot up at his sides...staying lit after he passes as a reminder of where he’s been.

“Introducing first...he stands at six feet, four inches tall...weighing in at two hundred and thirty seven pounds, and hailing from Rosslare, Ireland...He is your European Champion...He is...Christiaaaaaaaaaaaan Blaaaaaaaaaaackweeeeeeeeeeeeeellll!!!!”

He walks up the stairs and steps up onto the apron, looking ready as he ducks in under the top rope and enters the ring. He quietly begins to pace as he drops his belt to the mat and awaits the beginning of the match.

“AND SO WE BEGIN!”

A voice screams over the loudspeaker as “Forest” by System of a Down begins to blast over the Public Announce system, and the lights begin to black out...not conventionally, however; they begin to black out in sections, causing a bit of confusion in the crowd as they begin to rumble, getting louder with every passing moment. The Smarktron flashes to live as we enter into the forest...run...running through. Dodging the branches and leaves. Leaping over the fallen old trees. The Darkness begins to take hold as clouds cover the sky in the night...but in one place, they begin to part. The moon makes an appearance, and it shines down upon the forest. As a solitary figure emerges from the trees, the moon catches hold of his eyes and lights them up like a blue flame, supernatural. Staring forward, he lets no distraction take hold of him; and so he reaches over his back and grabs an arrow from his quiver...pulls it back...and lets it fly. The crowd EXPLODES! The entryway raises a white hot light that stretches across itself and draws attention to the shadow emerging from the tunnel. He makes one step. Then another...and then he stops, staring out into the sea of his admirers as they welcome him into their hearts as a hero.

“And his partner....you know him as the Sherwood Fable...he stands at six feet, one inch tall...and he weighs in at two hundred and eighteen pounds...hailing from Bairnsdale, Britain...he is TRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTT!!!!!!!!!”

He bolts down the ramp, heading straight for the ring as the crowd continues to cheer. Diving in, he quickly gets back to his feet and tosses his bow and quiver to the timekeeper as he leaps to the second rope at the turnbuckle as they continue to cheer some more. As “Forest” fades out, he jumps back down off of the turnbuckle. Turning around, he begins to jump around a bit to loosen up as he nods at Blackwell, who has rolled out of the ring underneath the rope.

“You know, King, Tryst and Blackwell are two of the most promising talents we have in the league. It’s only a matter of time before they move on up to the big league, where they’ll probably kick the crap out of Michael Craven from the get go.”

“Axis, for once I can be proud to work alongside you.”

“Thanks, King.”

“Mind you, we’re not friends...”

Axis sighs as the lights begin to drop out once more and "Feuer Frei" by Rammstein begins to blast over the PA system. The crowd jolts from the cheers for Tryst to the jarring boos hurtled at Kaine, who walks calmly and cockily through the entryway, scowling out at the crowd and taunting them to hate him just a little bit more than they already do. Continuing his scowl, he begins to descend the ramp, headed for the ring.

“And their opponents...first...from Munich, Germany...standing at five feet, six inches tall...and weighing in at one hundred and seventy four pounds...he is “The Untouchable”...he is KAIIIIIIIINE!!!!!!!”

Kaine dives in under the bottom rope, staring at Blackwell, who ignores him, and at Tryst, who stares right back. Kaine begins to mouth off at Tryst as his music is quickly cut off...and switches to ‘Look at me Now’ by Reveille.

“And his partner...from Hollywood, California...standing at six feet one inch tall, and weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds...Hollywoooooooood Spike Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenkiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinsss!!!!!!!!!!”

Spike walks out onto the ramp, and makes his way down towards the ring, not paying attention to the fans. Spike walks up the steel steps and into the ring, where he poses. He takes off his leather jacket, and stands in the corner staring at Tryst, who has yet to put down his bow and quiver of arrows. As Blackwell dives back into the ring to start the match, Kaine immediately gets into his face and starts to yell at him, while Spike points at Tryst and yells ‘you suck!’ at the top of his lungs. Tryst takes offense, and yells back ‘fiend!’ and gets a crazy look in his eye as he grips his bow in hand and reaches over his shoulder for an arrow. Inside the ring, Blackwell looks increasingly unstable, unsure of whether or not to retaliate against Kaine, who is doing everything he can to rile him up. Suddenly, out of the crowd, a masked man in a trenchcoat dives into the ring and just as the timekeeper rings the bell, the masked man tackles Kaine to the mat and dives out of the ring, just as Tryst lets an arrow fly that strikes Jenkins in the shoulder! The referee looks at the carnage in the ring and has no choice...he calls for the bell, and it is rung.

“Your winners by disqualification....Spike Jenkins and Kaine!”

“King...that has to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Kaine gets tackled by a mystery man, and Jenkins gets shot by that Robin Hood psycho! This show is watchable again! Woo!”

“I...uh...We’ll be right back, folks.”

And so, we fade to commercial.

Edited April 11, 2003 by realitycheck

April 11, 2003

Dead silence

A darkened warehouse

The figure of a man standing in the back of it

Old amateur footage of a fight and a big man throwing a huge punch to the face of another, noticeably smaller man

The camera moves slowly along the ground toward the man in the warehouse

A shot of blood being spattered on the floor

A large punching bag being struck repeatedly

The camera edges closer to the man who it now appears is shirtless

The man who was punched falls to the ground holding his bloody face

Another punch being thrown even harder than the last into the punching bag

The man who struck down the smaller man is now still standing with his back to the camera and is staring at his hand, his face still hidden

An incredibly powerful punch actually penetrates the punching bag and tears it open, letting the sand pour out

The camera now approaches the man and zooms up his frame and as it gets up to about face level, the man spins around

After staring at his hand, the man whirls around

The fist is yanked out of the punching bag and the camera zooms to the front of him

The camera shows a wide shot of the man as he stands in the warehouse burning a hole into the camera as a massive red flag falls down behind him and reveals itself as the flag of the former Soviet Union, the familiar hammer and sickle in the upper left corner

The heavily taped up wrist of Viktor Tarakanov fills the camera screen in a red light as the loud opening chord to the Soviet National Anthem booms on the screen as it fades into a graphic that says...

“The Red Rage”

April 11, 2003

Fade in from Va’aiga SJL Action Figure commercial.

An outer shot of the American West Arena in Phoenix, Arizona appears on television screens around the world, and a small din can be faintly heard within the arena. The din explodes into a frenzy of cheers with a cut to the inside of the arena, and what a site to behold! A jam-packed arena with thousands upon thousands of screaming fans all jumping around in their seats! The camera swivels to every section of the crowd! Look! There’s the nose bleed seats, and those poor fans below them... copious amounts of nasal blood falling upon their heads! And then the rich bastards at ringside, I bet they’re happy with their seats. Cut to a shot of the SJL ring, stiff and bouncy at the same time... pan over to the commentary position. Sitting behind the commentary positions are the two fabled SJL commentators, “The Lord of the Shed” Axis and beside him “The Gambling Man”, the Suicide King. The two commentators complete their banter and turn their focus to the camera...

“Well if you thought things couldn’t get any better, here we have the apex of a physical encounter as the mysterious Crow takes on the SJL’s angriest man Va’aiga,” reports Axis.

“Pfft... Va’aiga isn’t the SJL’s angriest man...” remarks King with disgust in his voice.

“Oh yeah? Who is then?” queries Axis.

“I am! I’ve been the angriest ever since Va’aiga came into this league and started claiming that this was his house! But we all know this is MAH HOUSE! I am quite frankly disgusted by this Maori’s false claims,” shouts King.

“... yeah...” begins Axis, “You keep telling yourself that. Anyway, Va’aiga has been seething since losing his world title shot against Dace Night. He’s always been on the verge of psychosis, but I think he’s been pushed closer to the edge than ever before.“

“Time to push him off I say,” remarks King once again.

“Well you do that, King. Don’t expect me to attend your funeral though. And returning to topic at hand once again, Va’aiga has never won a world title in any federation despite his long and varied wrestling career. He’s won deathmatch and tag titles, but the big one has always been just out of reach for the big Maori, and I think that’s more than playing on his mind,” explains Axis to the fans at home.

The arena’s lights darken as the crowd noise builds in anticipation of the arrival of the Maori Badass.

...

*SLAM!*

SLAM sounds out across the arena as Va’aiga’s pyro fires off into the darkness of the arena. The gold strobe highlights Va’aiga’s huge form as he strides out into the arena entranceway, hooded top down over his face. Va’aiga fires off a series of practice jabs, cutting through the still air and lighting effects with his hamlike fists as he strolls casually down the entrance ramp.

“Slam! Duh duh duh, duh duh duh, let the boys be boys! Slam! Duh duh duh, duh duh duh, make noise be boys!”

“Coming down the aisle, hailing from Rotorua, Aotearoa in New Zealand, weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds and standing at six foot eight inches... he is the Maori Badass... this is... VVVAAAAAAA’AAAAAIIIIIIGGGGGAAAAAAAA!!!!” booms Funyon.

Va’aiga slides under the bottom rope and flips down the hood of his sweatshirt, showing his face to the fans, who respond with a massive appreciative cheer. Va’aiga throws his fists to the sky and looks out into the crowd, who respond by loudly chanting his name. The strobe dies as Va’aiga takes a few bouncing steps in a boxer like warm up and throws a few more shadow blows, before squatting a little and preparing for the entry of Crow.

“Va’aiga looks ready for a hard fight tonight, look at his face, King, just look at his face. There’s evil intent in those eyes,” comments Axis after studying Va’aiga.

“He looks stoned to me,” responds King.

“I don’t think Va’aiga has been hanging out with Crow or Spike prior to this match, King,” replies Axis, kind of amused by King’s words.

“WAIT FOR CHAOS! WAIT FOR WARFARE! AT THE POINT OF NO RETURN! BLEED FOR MONEY! BLEED FOR JUSTICE! GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL WITH A WOUNDED SOUL!”

The snarling opening words of Soilwork’s Natural Born Chaos explodes through the arena speakers and the crowd responds with a mixed reaction, more boos present than cheers. The Antichrist Superstar strides from out behind the entrance curtain, with lit Dunhill cigarette present in his left hand. The female members of the crowd near the entrance show their love for Crow by throwing bras and panties at his feet. He looks down at the underwear in approval, and throws his arms out horizontal in crucifix pose.

“I get that when I walk out too, Axis,” remarks King with a grin on his face.

“Too bad they’re Strangler’s and Riley’s,” responds Axis. Nice burn that, ouch that hurts a little.

“... shut up,” spits King at his fellow commentator.

Crow drops his arm and takes a long slow controlled drag on his cigarette, he smirks as he feels his lung blacken some more. An exhale and he begins to walk down the rampway.

“Coming down the aisle, hailing from Anchorage, Alaska, weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds and standing at six foot two inches... he is the Antichrist Superstar... this is... CCCCRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!” booms Funyon as the music continues to blare.

“Don't you ever try to solve a problem in distress! The infected smile upon your face looks so godly in this mess! Shut down! All your dreams! Confess! You're released! You know! What I mean! Can't stop this strangulation alloonnneeee!!!”

A teenage boy attempts to pat Crow on the back, and as if he has just been violated, Crow jumps back and approaches the young boy. With a look of disgust printed on his face, the Antichrist Superstar takes a large drag and exhales the smoke into the face of the youngster. An evil smirk appears on Crow’s face as the young one coughs, and he then approaches the ring steadily, only taking to stub his cigarette on the ring post. The Antichrist Superstar enters the ring and ascends to the top rope, the flash of cameras is almost blinding as Crow strikes a crucifix pose on the top rope. He hops off and turns around to see the Maori Badass Va’aiga twitching in anger or anticipation, it’s hard to tell. The two men lock eyes...

“The crowd is hot right now, almost everyone in this arena in pissing themselves in anticipation,” reports Axis.

“Not me, I took a wee wee during the ad break,” says King.

“I didn’t see you leave the commentary position,” replies Axis.

“I didn’t leave the commentary position,” states King smiling with a quirk.

“...”

The two men circle around the ring and the crowd turns in unanimous cheers as Va’aiga launches himself at Crow, catching Crow by surprise with a roaring rugby tackle!

*DING! DING! DING!*

Crow’s body splats against the canvas as the bell rings, signalling the match is formally under way. Va’aiga quickly leaps back to feet as Crow also staggers up. Va’aiga squats and then takes Crow down again with a rapid shoulder tackle! The Maori Badass takes off his sweatshirt and flings it out into the crowd in one fluid motion, and one lucky female fan catches it and wraps it around her small waist. Crow quickly rolls out of the ring and thus out of the danger zone and regroups on the outside.

“Va’aiga off to a hell of a start here, King. A 300 miles per hour Maori attack! Va’aiga is pissed and is determined to turn up and kick ass!” exclaims Axis.

“I see Va’aiga as the human equivalent of a wrecking ball, and I think Crow’s the building tonight,” cleverly adds King.

Va’aiga quickly climbs to the apron and launches himself at Crow, clutching his two fists together and bringing them down hard on Crow’s back. A double axe handle off the apron! Crow winces at the connection, and turns to face the Maori Badass.

...

*WHACK!*

Left cross!

...

A kiss of the fist...

*SMACK!*

A HUGE right hook sends the Antichrist Superstar reeling to the thinly protected concrete floor.

“MY HOUSE!”

The crowd reacts strongly towards the Maori Badass and urges him on. Va’aiga grabs Crow’s blackened locks and wretches him onto a standing base, but quickly scoops Crow upside down and slams him onto the floor. A tremendous slap echoes throughout the arena as flesh connects with floor. Va’aiga isn’t done yet, he’s fucking pissed off and he isn’t afraid to let his emotions lead the way for a little while. He quickly picks Crow up and latches onto his forearm and with a heave he Irish Whips Crow! Crow runs knee first into the steel steps and flips over them, once again splatting on the floor with a tremendous slap. The referee jumps out of the ring and pleads with Va’aiga to get it back in the ring, but Va’aiga ignores the referee and continues to beat down on Crow. The Maori Badass being much stronger than his opponent lifts Crow up off the floor and throws him over the railing and into the crowd. Fans spread out and away from the two wrestlers and start yelling with excitement, majority of which are cries of support for Va’aiga. Crow stumbles back to his feet, but is once again grasped on the clothing by Va’aiga and with one fast toss, Crow pierces through the air and splashes through a bunch of erect chairs.

“Crow is struggling early in this match up, his opponent being far stronger and has already taken the quick advantage. But I do think that Va’aiga should settle down and get back in the ring, cause you don’t what might happen when Crow is in his environment,” reports Axis.

“Damn right. One look away and Crow will smack a chair against your head,” adds King.

“He usually would, but this match is a straight singles match and disqualification applies. And I think the referee is trying to tell Va’aiga that, but it’s not working!” shouts Axis.

“The Lord of the Shed” is very right, the referee pleas are not working and Va’aiga now wields a steel chair! Crow with the aid of some erect chairs nearby manages to push himself up to a vertical base, though is stumbling slightly. The Maori Badass lifts to the chair up to the heavens in preparation for a homerun swing...

...

But no! The referee takes the chair out of Va’aiga’s hands from behind, causing the Maori Badass to turn around and scream at the referee in a fit of anger. But the referee stands his ground...

“Don’t you scream at me! See this shirt! This means I’m in charge and you will get this match back in the ring or I will disqualify you! You will lose this match!”

Va’aiga has to calm himself down, he’s fuming, but with a bit of concentration he settles himself and turns his attention back to the Antichrist Superstar.

*SMACK!*

The Maori Badass turns around only get his face kicked off by a cracking roundhouse kick from Crow!

“Das Wunder Kick~! A vicious roundhouse kick to the head and Va’aiga has been stunned, Axis,” reports King, getting in a bit on the play by play commentary for his boy, Crow.

Va’aiga stumbles back and Crow follows up his roundhouse kick by jumping horizontal into the air and dropkicking the huge form of Va’aiga back into the railing. Crow quickly runs at the Maori Monster and unleashes a wicked knife edge chop upon the dark coloured chest of Va’aiga. Blood curdles beneath Va’aiga’s skin and he cringes a little at the connection. The Antichrist Superstar rears his arm back again and lashes it against Va’aiga chiselled chest one more time! But this time the Maori Badass doesn’t acknowledge that the chop even happened and just lariats Crow to the floor! Va’aiga roars and pulls Crow up by the hair, and clenching with both hands he throws Crow over the railing and stumbling into the side of the ring. Va’aiga steps over the railing and slides Crow into the ring, and Va’aiga follows by sliding himself into the ring.

“And we’re back in the ring now, finally this match can be contended equally,” comments Axis.

Va’aiga takes no time picking Crow up and whipping him towards the ropes. Crow comes off and ducks under a wild clothesline thrown by Va’aiga, with a sudden burst of energy he hops up onto the second rope and corkscrews off of it – nailing the Maori Badass with a springboard plancha! Both bodies fly onto the mat with Crow landing with a pin intact!

ONE!

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NOO! Va’aiga pushes Crow off of him and both men rise simultaneously, quickly turning to face each other. The Antichrist Superstar makes a charge at Va’aiga but Va’aiga sidesteps and assists Crow into the ropes. Crow comes off the ropes and runs straight up into a tilt a whirl... but no! Crow counters out of it and holds onto Va’aiga’s arm, pulling him over onto his back with an arm drag! Crow hastily bounces back up onto his feet as does Va’aiga, yet Va’aiga hops up out of reflex action. The Antichrist Superstar flips the big form of Va’aiga over in another arm drag! Both men rise at the same time once again and using his uncanny ability to not acknowledge the pain, Va’aiga tries to hip toss Crow over! No! Crow floats over and tries a hip toss of his own!

...

He gets it! Crow flips Va’aiga onto the canvas with the hip toss! The Maori Badass quickly steps up onto his feet, frustration surging through his body, he targets Crow and charges at him! Va’aiga attempts to shoulder tackle Crow onto the canvas but Crow leap frogs the charging Maori, resulting in Va’aiga running into the ropes and springing back off! Crow drops down onto the canvas but Va’aiga steps over him and runs into the opposite ropes; Crow bounces up and then drops back down to his legs as Va’aiga runs past. Crow captures Va’aiga’s legs with his own, sending the Maori Monster face first into the canvas!

“Crow’s patented drop toe hold! I love that move, Axis!” exclaims King.

“It’s an effective move in getting your opponent off his feet and into a vulnerable position, and Crow isn’t stopping with just that move it seems,” reports Axis.

Axis is indeed right cause Crow hastily hops to his feet, gets a small run up and jumps off his feet! He somersaults forward into the air and lands back first on Va’aiga’s back! The Antichrist Superstar cringes but concentrates on the task at hand, Va’aiga has pushed himself back onto his knees, his back aching from the somersault senton. Crow wraps Va’aiga’s left arm around his leg and grabs Va’aiga’s right arm and hops over – forcing the Maori Badass’ shoulders to the mat.

“La Majistral Cradle! Crow’s got the cover!” reports Axis.

“This could be it! This could be it!” cries King.

ONE!

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TWO!

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NOOOO! Va’aiga kicks out at two!

Va’aiga regains his sense quickly and with the minor aid of Crow gets back to his feet. The Maori Monster is rocked back by a right hand thrown by Crow... another right hand sends Va’aiga stumbling back a bit more! The Antichrist Superstar taunts Va’aiga with light slaps across the cheeks, and turns around to the crowd as Va’aiga slumps against the ropes.

“THIS IS MY HOUSE!”

“Yeah, you tell em, Crow! This is our house!” shouts King, supporting his second favourite wrestler, behind Spike Jenkins of course.

Blood boils within Va’aiga... he’s just been mocked by a man smaller and weaker than he is, he’s now angry... even more angry than he was before. Crow clenches his right fist, and tries for a discus punch... he turns and fires the punch...

...

NOOO! Va’aiga grabs a hold of Crow’s fist with his left hand and pulls it aside, wrenching it in the direction it’s not supposed to go... he pulls Crow closer to him.

“MY HOUSE!”

The crowd goes wild for the Maori Badass as he lays down the law, but Crow... just grins demonically.

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

With these words Crow fires his left fist at Va’aiga’s face...

...

BUT THE MAORI MONSTER BLOCKS THE PUNCH AND HEAD BUTTS CROW!

“GOOD GOD! That crack was sickening! Crow is seeing bloody stars because of that MAORI head BUTT!” shouts Axis cringing.

“NOOOOOO! How dare he behave this way in our house!? Love thy neighbour, you stupid Maori!” cries King.

Va’aiga clutches at Crow’s throat with both his huge hands and launches him into the turnbuckle! MAORI FLURRY! Va’aiga unleashes a barrage of punches upon Crow.

LEFT!

RIGHT!

LEFT!

RIGHT!

LEFT!

UUUPPPPPPPEERRRRRRCCCCCUUUTTTTTT!!!!1

Crow is leaning all his body weight back against the turnbuckle, he is unable to stand on his own two legs as the Maori punches have rocked his equilibrium. Or so it seems... the Maori Monster runs into the center of the ring and roars.

“TURN UP, KICK ASS!”

The crowd roar in approval of the Maori’s actions in the ring. Va’aiga turns around and charges shoulder first at Crow with remarkable speed! Crow’s eye stretch wide open as he sees the train of pain coming his way!

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..

...

BUT WAIT! Crow uses the top ropes to push himself up and avoid the spear... Va’aiga runs shoulder first into the turnbuckle and stumbles backwards. The Antichrist Superstar steadies himself on the top rope and launches off, spreading his wings as he cuts through the air!

“TOP ROPE BODY PRESSSNOOOOOOOOOO!!!! VA’AIGA HAS CAUGHT CROW IN HIS ARMS!” shouts Axis.

Indeed Va’aiga has, and he jumps into the air and falls forward onto the canvas! Crushing Crow’s body beneath him with the MAORI DROP! Va’aiga jumps back to his feet!

“MMYYYY HHHHOOUUUSSSSSEEEEE!!!”

“MAORI DROP! MAORI DROP! THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT!” exclaims Axis enthusiastically.

“NO! NO! NO! NO CROW! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT NOW!” cries King as he clutches his monitor with both hands.

THE COVEEEEEERRRRR!!!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THHHHHHRRRRRREEEEENNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” moan Axis and King, and not to mention the whole of the global world.

Va’aiga shouts in anger and jumps back to his feet to scream at the referee. The referee pleads with Va’aiga and continually sticks the two fingers in front of face of Va’aiga, which results in Va’aiga getting even more irritated. He grabs the referee by the shirt and lifts him up in the air and the two continue to yell at each other. While the argument ensues and the crowd boos the referee, Crow falls to the outside and crawls to the railing. The Maori Drop is a heavy blow to any wrestler and Crow is definitely no exception... yet, he somehow manages to slowly get to his feet and grab a chair from underneath a fan at ringside.

“... Crow’s got a chair, King! Why has he got a chair!? This is a straight singles, not one of his hardcore bloodbaths!” shouts Axis angrily.

“He’s taking matters into his own hands, Axis! It’s time for Va’aiga to learn that this is OUR HOUSE!” excitedly exclaims the Suicide King.

Crow slides back into the ring where Va’aiga is being threatened by the referee.

“One more slip up and I’ll dq ya! Got it!? No world title shot for you, son, if you touch me one more time!”

Crow smirks demonically and waits for Va’aiga to realise that he’s standing... watching him. Va’aiga spits in disgust at the referee and turns back around... only to have a chair thrown quite lightly at him! His reflexes instantly catch the chair and his teeth grit together as he looks at Crow.

“... what the hell is Crow doing? He just basically GAVE Va’aiga the chair... I swear, all the sex this guy has is affecting his brain,” conveys Axis.

“Uhh... he feels bad for Viagra so he’s giving him a head start... yeah,” worryingly remarks King.

The Antichrist Superstar bends down and turns his head upwards at Va’aiga, cold shouts exit from his mouth... screaming at Va’aiga.

“HIT ME! COME ON! HIT ME! HIITTT MMEEE NOW! COME ON! FUCKING HIT ME, YOU PUSSY!!”

Va’aiga snaps and throws the chair up into the air...

...

He brings it down!

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..

...

THE CHAIR SMASHES INTO THE CANVAS!

The Maori Badass screams in rage and kicks Crow upward in the jaw, a small amount of blood spills from the side of Crow’s mouth as his head snaps back. Crow stumbles back and stumbles back even more as Va’aiga rocks him with big Maori punches, Va’aiga latches onto Crow’s arm and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Crow clumsily bounces off while Va’aiga throws his big boot into the air! NO! Crow stops and grabs hold of Va’aiga’s boot and throws it away, causing Va’aiga to spin around three sixty degrees! Off balance Va’aiga is back to facing Crow...

*SMACK!*

“Knife Edge Chop from Crow! But look, Va’aiga is just shaking his head! He doesn’t feel it!” shouts Axis.

“Do it again, Crow! Do it again!” encourages King.

Crow does it again and the slap causes almost everyone in the arena to cringe...

*SMACK!*

... but not the Maori Badass. Va’aiga shakes his head once again, but this time he fires back with a HUGE elbow that almost knocks Crow unconscious. Crow stumbles back... then stumbles forward... right into the waiting arms of Va’aiga! Va’aiga wraps his arms around Crow and summons all of Maori strength, and with one swift heave he throws Crow overhead! Crow’s back slams against the canvas, causing him to cry out in pain – Crow’s feet almost hitting the ropes as he landed. Va’aiga goes for the cover!

ONE!

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TWO!

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TTTHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! CROW GOT A FOOT ON THE ROPE! Va’aiga can’t believe it! He screams out in frustration once again, and lying below him is Crow... the laughing Crow... Crow is laughing at Va’aiga.

“Is Crow laughing!? Once again, that man has had too much damn sex!” exclaims Axis.

“Ahahahaha! This is funny, Axis! Laugh, dammit! LAUGH!” laughs King at a high pitch.

The Antichrist Superstar continues to laugh even as Va’aiga stomps a mudhole in him, he’s either truly sick or just plain insane. Va’aiga is getting extremely pissed off and places the chair he previously threw down adjacent to the turnbuckle – perfectly set up for a move to be executed onto the chair. Cheating is not exactly his fortè and he is blatantly obvious when he tries to do it. But then again, Va’aiga does not care, he is too angry, too pissed off and just doesn’t care any more! He is going to pulverise Crow if it’s the last thing he does in this league! Crow lies almost lifeless on the mat, but continues to laugh wholeheartedly, and his laugh fuels the temper within Va’aiga. The Maori Badass places his boot on Crow’s forehead and scrapes it down quickly, making Crow yelp and quickly try to protect his face. Va’aiga wretches Crow up by the hair and pulls him to the turnbuckle, Va’aiga’s back leans against the turnbuckle as he applies a standing headscissors on Crow. He gutwrenches the Antichrist Superstar up onto his shoulders in the powerbomb position, Va’aiga steps up onto the first rope with Crow still up there. Crow reaches into his pocket...

...

Va’aiga steps up to the second rope with Crow still set up for the powerbomb...

...

Crow pulls something of his pocket and conceals it with his hand...

...

Va’aiga steps up to the third rope and Crow’s doom is near!

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A flame appears out of Crow’s hand and with a quick jab to Va’aiga’s eye he lets Crow slide out of his arms and onto the mat! The Maori Badass cries out and clutches at his eye as it starts to water intensely. Crow lands on both feet, he quickly kicks the chair out of the ring and runs up the ropes! The Antichrist Superstar latches onto Va’aiga’s arm and flips him off the turnbuckle with an arm drag!

“CROW! CROW! He used his lighter to cheat and get out of the powerbomb... but the referee didn’t see it! The referee didn’t see it!” cries Axis.

“And he followed with an arm drag that flipped Va’aiga off the top rope, see Crow knows how to cheat! He’s smart, unlike this Vagina fella,” remarks King cockily.

The Maori Badass lands on his back very much in the center of the ring while Crow lands awkwardly on his side closer to the ropes. Both men lie on the canvas, breathing heavily and trying to regain their wind. The referee begins his count...

ONE!

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TWO!

... Both men are still on the ground.

THREE!

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FOUR!

... Crow is beginning to stir while Va’aiga lies on the canvas with his hand rubbing his eye.

FIVE!

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SIX!

... Crow crawls over to Va’aiga ever so slowly.

SEVEN!

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EIGHT!

... Crow places his arm over Va’aiga to an overwhelming amount of boos from the crowd. The referee drops to the mat.

ONE!

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TWO!

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THHHRRRREEENNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! VA’AIGA KICKS OUT MUCH TO THE DELIGHT OF THE PHOENIX CROWD!

“Va’aiga kicks out! Va’aiga kicks out! And it’s damn good he did! He would have been cheated if Crow had won that way!” shouts Axis.

“Caaaarrrrrrnnn Crow!” begins King, “Beat this stupid Maori down and show him who the boss is!”

Crow rolls off Va’aiga and clutches at his head, but frustration isn’t the trouble with Crow... he has to put Va’aiga away somehow. A grim smile spreads across Crow’s face... or Va’aiga has to put himself away somehow. The Antichrist Superstar’s eye flash a shade of red and he climbs back onto his feet, beside him lies Va’aiga who is now recovering from the arm drag. Crow puts an end to that by backing up to the ropes, bouncing back off... and dropping a leg across the big man’s throat! Va’aiga grasps at his throat as the Antichristian Phenomenon pulls him back to a vertical base, Crow latches onto the Maori Badass’ hand and backs him into the turnbuckle. Crow unleashes a few quick forearms to daze Va’aiga a bit more... and he whips Va’aiga into the opposite turnbuckle! NO! Va’aiga holds on and reverses the whip, sending Crow into the turnbuckle, and he quickly chases after Crow to ensure he hits hard!

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NOOO! Crow triple jumps up the turnbuckle and moonsaults off the top rope, and to Va’aiga’s surprise he runs face first into the turnbuckles! He stumbles back and Crow grabs his head and drives it into the turnbuckle! One time! Two times! Three times! Four times! And one last time, making it five times in total! Va’aiga stumbles back as Crow sits himself up on the turnbuckle, Crow drags him in and locks Va’aiga in a front face lock! Crow signals for the Murderous DDT by spiralling his finger through the air....

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And he takes off! The Antichrist Superstar swings around through the air... but no! Va’aiga throws Crow’s feet to the canvas and stops his head being driven into the canvas! A fight ensues and the two men battle for the advantage... Crow jumps up and tries to DDT Va’aiga again...

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NOOOOO! VA’AIGA LAUNCHES CROW INTO THE AIR AND BREAKS THE FRONT FACE LOCK! Crow lands on the canvas stomach first and literally bounces off. Va’aiga screams out.

“MY HHHHOOOOOUUUUUSSSSSEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Crow clutches at his stomach as Va’aiga quickly lifts Crow and hauls him over easily with a quick vertical suplex. Crow bounces off the mat as Va’aiga floats over into a cover...

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BUT CROW COUNTERS INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE AS VA’AIGA TRIES TO HOOK A LEG!

ONE!

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TWO!

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TTHHHHHHRRRRRENNNNOOOOOOOOOO! VA’AIGA LIFTS A SHOULDER!

Va’aiga gets to his feet, seething... he’s fuming, steam is almost coming out of his ears. The referee missed Crow cheating before and he is intensely angered by this, even more so since the referee has threatened him numerous times about utilising things that would give him an unfair advantage. The Maori Monster charges at Crow who thinks quickly, and decides to slide under the bottom rope to avoid the massive Maori’s charge. The referee puts a count on Crow on the outside and Va’aiga screams at the referee, ordering him to stop the count, not wanting to win by count out.

“I don’t think Va’aiga is controlling himself here... he seems to be going crazy at this point in time, he needs to settle down otherwise he’ll get himself disqualified,” reports Axis.

“Yeah, shut ya yapping you big dumb Kiwi! Why don’t you do the Haka to scare Crow for the three count!?” remarks King laughing at his own humour.

Crow fetches the chair he kicked out of the ring earlier and while the referee’s view of the action is obscure, Crow hoists the chair over his head and stabs Va’aiga in the back with the hard steel, causing Va’aiga to drop to his knees, clutching his back. Crow slides into the ring and goes for a cover…

ONE!

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TWO!

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TTTHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! VA’AIGA KICKS OUT! HE LETS LOOSE A MASSIVE SCREAM OF ANGER!

The crowd roars in approval of the Maori’s resistence.

“Yep, I think Va’aiga is losing control here, King,” comments Axis.

“Losing it? He’s bloody lost it, you daft Aussie! He’s been a ball of rage all through this match. From my point of view, I think Crow’s got inside his head, and has toyed with his emotions. I mean think about it... giving the chair to Va’aiga and screaming at him to break his head! And the laughing, Axis! He was tormenting Va’aiga with that laughter!” intelligently explains King.

“For the first time in history, you may be on to something, King!” replies Axis, surprised at King’s attentiveness to the match.

Va’aiga crawls to his knees, then stands and stares down Crow, who responds with a smirk and demonic gaze. The Maori Badass looks over to the referee and growls, knowing that he missed not only one of Crow’s little cheating antics... but two! Two times has Crow cheated but the referee has not seen it! Va’aiga looks at Crow, then at the chair, and as Crow moves in for the kill Va’aiga stoops down and grabs hold of the chair swinging it up in one flashing blow, catching Crow soundly under the chin with the flat of the chair.

*THWACK!*

Crow’s neck snaps back and his entire body flies backwards. The referee calls for the bell.

*DING! DING! DING!*

“The winner of this bout, as a result of a disqualification is... CCCCRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!”

Va’aiga pummels Crow with the chair, thrashing the steel against the Antichristian Phenomenon’s back! He stops and dumps the chair on top of Crow... and storms out of the ring, disgusted. Va’aiga ignores his fans cheering for him as he walks up the ramp way and heads straight for the back. A medical team comes down to the ring and wakse Crow up from his unconsciousness... he stirs and looks at the chair lying across him. The realisation of what just happen dawns on Crow’s face as Natural Born Chaos explodes through the arena speakers... he smiles to himself.

“Victim... until our next meeting.”

“Well King... Crow is our number one contender for the SJL World Title, and he won it in an interesting way, and that’s to say the least,” says Axis.

“And what a deserving number one contender he is, I for one am glad to see such a gem of a wrestler finally get what he deserves. And as for that Viagra character, we certainly showed him that this is OUR HOUSE!” shouts King, rubbing it in.

“You certainly did. Now, who will be facing the number one contender? Will the Antichrist Superstar be facing the man who stole his woman right from under him, the sick hardcore freak Dace Night? Or will he face the talented and driven Sean Atlas that beat Crow in... unusual circumstances? And with the World Title match up next... we don’t have to wait long to find out,” shills Axis.

Fade out to Michael Craven Signature Urinal Cake commercial

April 11, 2003

[King] It’s that time, ladies and gents - the time to decide who leaves Phoenix with a belt around his waist and a lasting mask in the record books.

[Axis] We’re following Texas Deathmatch rules here, though slightly altered. Those of you at home may get slightly squeamish, and we apologize in advance if the images you’re about to see sicken you. But be aware that the men have agreed to the rules, and will pull out anything and everything to win here tonight.

[King] And with that, let’s get this show on the road!

Funyon steps inside the ring, making sure to get through the barbed wire-wrapped ropes carefully.

“The following match is a Barbed Wire Deathmatch! The ring ropes are wrapped in barbed wire, and all twelve turnbuckle pads have been replaced with lumber, and filled with several large, unbroken light tubes! To win, one must score the most falls, via pinfall or submission, within the given thirty minute time limit. A sudden death overtime period will be granted, if necessary. The final winner will become the SJL World Champion!”

Without warning, the America West Arena suddenly goes dark, just as “Polyamorous” by Breaking Benjamin blares over the sound system. Simultaneously, strobe lights from the ceiling flash and just a few seconds in, right before the heavy drums hit...

!*BOOM*!

A colossal explosion goes off onstage, leaving behind a haze of smoke. White light coming from the entranceway illuminates the smoke as is dissipates, while the silhouette of Sean Atlas appears from within. As he steps out in plain sight, a sustained chorus of boos welcomes him. Funyon, who by now has cautiously stepped out to ringside, introduces the masked man.

“Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 230 pounds... SEEEEAAAANNNN ATLAS!”

Atlas arrives at ringside, examining the newly restructured ring setting. He runs his hand along the bottom rope, pricking at the sharp edged of the barbed wire. For this match, Sean has on a pair of white gloves in addition to the wrist tape. He reaches the end of the rope, where he examines the turnbuckles from the outside. Sean checks under the apron, confirming that any weapons he’s planning to use are ready. He then carefully slides into the ring, preparing himself for the battle that awaits him...

[Axis] Atlas looks surprisingly calm for a match of this magnitude. He doesn’t seem anxious at all.

[King] Has he ever? I don’t recall any matches which Sean was openly nervous about. We’ve all seen the vignettes air, and presumably there’s a lot going on in his head that he doesn’t show. It’s part of his overall secrecy and mystique, and I for one, have no problems with it.

[Axis] Well put, King. Anyhow, we’ve got one half of this match out here, and the other should be out at any moment now.

“Polyamorous” fades away, leaving behind a short silence and an aura of anticipation in the arena...

Suddenly, the heavy metal beats of “Winds of Creation” by Decapitated blasts into the America West Arena, along with red and purple lighting over the stage. Soon after, the man that they call ‘Horrorcore’, the champion, emerges from behind the curtain and is greeted with a booming ovation from the Phoenix fans!

“And his opponent, from Birmingham, England, weighing in at 254 pounds, he is the SJL World Heavyweight Champion... DAAAACCCE NIGHT!”

Dressed in a trench coat with his new “666” jersey underneath, along with the championship belt, Dace rapidly walks down the ramp. He stops himself before getting in the ring, as doing so could be quite painful. But senior referee Ced Ordoñez steps between him and Sean, allowing the champion to slowly step inside. Dace hands Ced the belt to raise over his head as he studies all the torturous new assets around him. A smile appears on his face as he glares over at Sean, silently informing him he’s about to experience more pain than he’s ever had in his life.

[Axis] Dace Atlas promised to beat Atlas to a lifeless carcass... Sean swore he’d massacre Dace into pieces... Who will emerge victorious when this half hour war comes to an end? It starts, NOW!

*Ding Ding*

The instant the bell is rung, a timer appears on the smaller Smarktron, as well as a scoreboard with both men’s names. It slowly counts down from 29:59 while Sean and Dace encircle each other, taking their time before coming to blows. After a brief period, however, they finally lock up in the center of the ring.

Right away, Dace takes control, forcing Sean back towards the corner. Atlas quickly disengages form the collar-and-elbow tie-up, avoiding contact with the ropes or the corner. Sean grabs Dace’s arm and wrenches it around, nearly causing him to double over. He follows up with several knees to the abdomen, before draping his leg over Dace’s neck and slamming him down with a leg face driver!

[Axis] Guillotine face driver by Sean Atlas! I don’t recall him using that before.

[King] He never has...

Sean picks Dace up and takes him by the hand, tugging on it to send him running off... but Dace reverses it and forces Atlas to collide with the barbed-wire wrapped ropes! Atlas bounces off as usual, but with a loud grunt as he comes back to Dace, ducking a clothesline attempt. He continues to run, this time to the other side of the ring where more barbed wire awaits him... but Sean baseball slides down to avoid them.

[King] Good ring presence by Atlas. He had to duck the clothesline, but stopped himself before routinely hitting the ropes. Good man.

Dace heads for Atlas, who in return, charges at the approaching champion, shoulder tackling him in the knee! Dace flips forward and lands on his back, while Atlas comes to his feet nearby. Dace begins to stand up, aware that Atlas is ready to strike...

But before he can defend himself, Sean puts on a full nelson. Using all his weight to push, Atlas moves Night’s body towards the corner, in the direction of the light bulb tubes... and Dace stops it! He lifts his leg onto the middle turnbuckle, smashing the bulbs inside with the sole of his boot!

[Axis] And the first glass has been broken! Very smart move by the champion to prevent a collision with the bulbs. Instead, only the shards from the few broken tubes linger on the canvas... for now.

[King] It took long enough – two minutes passed before anything broke.

Dace manages to slide one arm out of Sean’s grip, and with the other, he reverses the hold and spins around to get Atlas into a half nelson. Realizing that Dace is now turning the tables on him and driving him into the corner, Sean gets his foot on the same middle wooden turnbuckle...

And uses the momentum to jump and backflip over Dace! While turning over Dace, Sean wrapped his arm around Dace’s neck, then landed behind him with an inverted facelock already in place... And he drops down, driving Dace Night into the canvas with a Reverse DDT! Atlas floats over to cover the champ as Ced counts...

...One...

...Two... NO! Dace lifts the shoulder up, preventing Atlas from scoring the first fall of the matchup. The fans in Phoenix breathe a small sign of relief, but the majority of them were sure that Dace would, in fact, kick out.

[Axis] Thus far, Sean has used maneuvers that we haven’t usually seen from him. Perhaps, King, this is part of his gameplan?

[King] Well, Dace said that he’s been scouting Atlas, that he’s got him figured out. I’m guessing Atlas decided to pull out moves that Dace hasn’t seen him use. And so far, that strategy seems to be working.

Atlas concertedly brings Dace back up to his feet. He slides his foot between Dace’s legs and turns to stand to the side of him, then throws his arm across Night and tries the Russian Leg Sweep... but the larger Dace Night resists, preventing Sean from hitting the move and instead, turns it into a Forward version of the move, slamming Atlas down face first to the canvas!

Dace stands up and brings Sean to his feet. Standing once again to his side, Dace hooks the leg laterally and throws his arm across Sean’s back before lifting him high into the air and slamming him down with a Backdrop Suplex! The crowd pops for Dace’s offence as he leans over the downed Sean Atlas.

[Axis] Atlas’ control didn’t last long here, as Dace just hit two consecutives big moves.

[King] It’s just the start of the match, Axis. Don’t start favoring your Horrorcore boy yet.

[Axis] For your information, we’re already five minutes in.

[King] Yeah, keep watching, Aussie.

Without standing up, Dace turns his legs to face Atlas’ chest. He maneuvers Sean’s arm through, so that it is trapped between his legs, locking on the Juji-gatame Armbar! A louder cheer comes from the fans as Dace tears away at Atlas’ limb, drawing out grunts of agony from his masked opponent!

[Axis] You’ve got to consider the importance of submission holds in this match. There are no rope breaks, so the only way to get out of one is to power your way out. It’s either that or you tap and take the quick point deduction, avoiding the pain caused by a prolonged hold.

[King] You would think so, at first. But then, why would either of them use a submission hold when it’s a lot simpler to inflict the same kind of damage with a weapon? And knowing that the other guy could tap out right away, why would you even bother taking the risk?

[Axis] Very good point, King. I guess you could play it either way... And fittingly, Dace just let go of the Armbar...

[King] It’s not a rest hold; just a really good stretching maneuver.

Having taken off the armbar, Dace stands up, holding Sean by the hand. He pulls him to a standing position and whips him towards the sharp ropes...

“Aaarrrhh!”

...Bellows Atlas as his bare back makes contact with the barbed wire, but continues to run towards Dace... and the champion throws his arm across Sean’s chest and ducks under his shoulder... then lifts, and SLAMS Atlas down across his knee!

[Axis] Faithless! Just like two weeks ago, Dace surprises Sean Atlas with that Uranage-Backbreaker maneuver.

[King] I’d like to point out that Atlas had the integrity to come out here in his usual attire, with no shirt on. Meanwhile, our wonderful champion wears his jersey, along with another t-shirt layer underneath, protecting himself. How disgraceful.

Dace stands up and brings Atlas up with a waistlock. He lifts him onto his shoulder as the fans recognize a possible Dark Star Driver being set up...! But Atlas identifies it too and slides down, evading the finishing maneuver! He turns Dace around and whips him towards the corner....

But Dace doesn’t let go, and snaps Atlas back to him! With his back far too close to one of the corners, Dace wraps his arms around Sean’s waist and pops his hips, lifting Atlas in the air with a belly-to-belly towards the glass filled wood.......!

!*SHATTER*!

[Axis] OH MY GOD! Atlas just got tossed directly into those glass filled wooden logs! He landed head first coming back down, after shattering all the damn bulbs in that corner! My God, King, we still have about 20 minutes to go and Atlas might already be out!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

[King] I think this crowd shares your sentiment... but damn was that cool. An overhead belly-to-belly into the corner - Unreal!

All three wooden logs remain in their place, but those, like one middle turnbuckle log in another corner, are now bulb-free. Dace takes Atlas by the hand and pulls him out of the glass rubble, leaving behind a large streak of blood from under him. He throws his body over Sean, pinning him to the mat...

...ONE...

...TWO...

.....THREE!

[Axis] And Dace Nigh takes the lead early in the match, pinning Atlas after an unbelievable Suplex into the glass!

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Remaining: 21:17

Dace: 1

Atlas: 0

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[King] And though he tried, Dace didn’t even have to use his finisher... scary stuff.

Dace stands around, getting his wind back while the ten second rest period goes by. He continues to wait, allowing the time to tick down so that the pace in the match is slower and the limit expires sooner. Eventually though, Atlas starts moving around and once he does, Dace walks over and gets him standing...

[Axis] Holy shi...! Look at his back... It’s like he was doused in blood!!

[King] Hey, this is Crimson. If blood freaks you out, you shouldn’t be watching.

To match Sean’s red back, Dace lets loose with a vicious knife-edged chop to the chest... *Smack*

“Whoo!” goes the crowd.

Another... *Smack*

“Whoo!”

*Smack*

“Whoo!”

*Smack*

“Whoo!”

*SMACK*

“WHOOOOO!”

Dace lets up once Sean is backed into a corner, the one in which the middle turnbuckle bulbs have been broken. Dace turns Atlas around and takes him by the back of his head, trying to shove it into the top rope bulbs...!

“Ohhh!”

[Axis] Low Blow! The wily Sean Atlas resorted to kicking Dace where it hurts the most...

[King] Hey, if it’s legal, and saves your own ass, why not?

With Dace hunched over, tending to his loins, the blood stained Atlas turns around and takes a moment to recover. To the crowd’s booing reaction, Atlas put Dace’s head under his arm, lifts his feet and falls.....

Hitting a vicious DDT on the World Champion! The pieces from the one broken set of bulbs in that corner sparkle in the light as they fly up, reacting to Dace’s cranium hitting the ring floor. His hands shift from his crotch to his forehead as he instinctively reacts to the trickles of blood caused by the glass...

[King] And suddenly, Sean Atlas is in control!

[Axis] I wouldn’t go that far, King. He used a low blow to get that opportunity and is still tired. With over 18 minutes still remaining, we have plenty of time left.

Atlas gathers himself. He’s aware of how badly his back is cut, but chooses to ignore it for now. He takes Dace by the head and lifts him up halfway... then drops him onto the middle rope! The champion’s neck scrapes against the barbed wire on it, but he instantly pulls back...

Only to receive a kick to the back of the head from the devious Sean Atlas!

Dace’s head snaps forward, landing this time on the bottom rope. Sean takes him by the legs and flips him over, ensuring that the barbed wire scathes more of the champion’s collar. Atlas places Night’s legs under his arms and, to the fans resentment, falls on his back... catapulting Dace into the jagged spikes of the middle rope!!!

[Axis] My God! That barbed wire could have pierced the arteries in Dace’s neck! Atlas is going too far, King.

[King] He’s not going far at all! Those are just the weapons provided to him in this match. Imagine what happens when these guys whip out their own stuff...

To prevent any further harm, Dace quickly falls away from the ropes and rolls to the outside of the ring. Standing on the near side relative to the main fixed camera, he stumbles around naturally holding his now bleeding neck. Atlas follows, stepping through the ropes. Touching them with his hands is not a problem, as he’s got those very handy gloves on.

As soon as Sean plants his feet on the outside, he lifts the apron up to search for a weapon...

[King] Here’s where the fun really starts!

...and pulls out a 2x4! Atlas holds the long, finished piece of wood, staring at it admiringly. Checking on Dace, who has made his way to the timekeeper’s table and is down to one knee, Sean ties one end of the barbed wire on the bottom rope to the 2x4, then rolls it to the other end, wrapping the wire around the thick wooden stick!!

[King] That’s what I’m talking about! Originality right there from Sean Atlas!

[Axis] What the hell is he planning to do to Dace?!?

With the aforementioned gloves protecting his hands, Sean secures the wire around the end of the 2x4 and looks at Dace, who is aware of Atlas’ plan by now... and Sean charges at him! Dace instantly throws the bell ringer off his seat and picks up his chair...!!

!*BANG*!

Knocking the 2x4 out of Atlas’ hands!

[Axis] The two collided but in his desperation, Dace found the strength to eliminate the danger!

But the danger is not over, as the recoil from the 2x4 distracts Night, giving Sean an opportunity......!

!*CRACK*!

[King] Atlas fires back with a brutal Superkick to the chair, knocking it into the face of the champion!

[Axis] Dace goes down mere feet away from us!

Having a moment to get more weapons, Atlas comes to a different spot under the ring. He reaches in and pulls out...

[Axis] A fire extinguisher?

Finding the extinguisher useless at the moment, Sean throws it into the ring. He goes back and this time finds...

[King] A light tube with tacks inside!

But once again, Atlas finds no use for it and tosses it into the ring for later on. He reaches under the apron a third time, and slowly, methodically, he reveals...

[Axis] What the hell?? That’s a baseball bat... with nails hammered through it!

[King] A spiked bat!

[Axis] He had to have planted it down there earlier...

Sean turns around to look at Dace, who despite his agony and blood covered head detects the bat in Sean’s hands. The crowd grows louder, not cheering or booing but worrying, making noise out of impulse... Just as Atlas, wielding the spiked bat, heads for the champion.........!!!!

*!BOOM!*

[Axis] Dace blocks it with the chair!

[King] NO! The dent made by the bat still got him!!!

Sean pulls the bat back out of the huge crater in the solid steel chair. The floored Dace Night rolls around in pure anguish, bruised and bloody!

[King] Atlas took a running swing reminiscent of Grand Slam Mark Stevens and caught Dace perfectly with it!

[Axis] It really shouldn’t get worse than this...At least we’re past the halfway point, with around 14 minutes remaining.

Satisfied with his work, Atlas places the bat on Night’s back. He lifts the dented chair, which is already cracked and, lifting it over his head...

SLAMS it against the bat!!! This final blow draws a horrifying scream out of Dace, in addition to the mild “HOLY SHIT” chants from the crowd! Throwing the chair aside, Sean grabs the bat, the nails on which have penetrated Dace’s clothes and some, his skin... Sean rolls the bat over, pulling back on the jersey and eventually, removes it off his back completely!

[King] That’s it, Atlas! Even things up a little, get rid of that damn jersey!

Slashes caused by the bat’s nails reveal themselves in the form of blood on Dace’s back, matching that on Sean’s own. Finally, Atlas takes the damaged champion and rolls him into the ring, also occupied by a fire extinguisher and a glass rod from earlier...

Back inside, Atlas forces Dace to his feet, choosing to inflict more damage to the champion rather than covering right away. He wraps Dace’s hand around his neck, so that Dace’s arm goes around his face and behind him... To the fans’ continued discontent, Sean turns his back, bringing his blood together with Dace’s...

And SLAMS him down with the Immaculate Neckbreaker!

[Axis] Dace is out of it, King. Sean knows it, these fans know it, and I think Dace himself knows it too.

[King] Maybe, but that just makes this match that much more fun!

To a chorus of boos, Sean returns to his feet, taking in the jeers with pleasure. He turns Dace over onto his chest, refusing to go for the pin again. Instead, he wraps his arms around Dace’s waist, in a grounded belly-to-back position, and he lifts, in one swift motion, tossing Dace over his head and...

DRIVES him into the canvas with the Wheelbarrow Suplex!! The ring shakes from the impact as Dace lets out agonizing screams...

His anger growing, Atlas comes to his feet, standing near Dace's head. Sean takes a moment to stare at the fans, expressing their hate for him. He looks around, then faces one particular side and flips them off, setting of a horde of boos... With his middle finger still up, Atlas brings his hand to his head, then his chest, then the left shoulder and finally, the right...

[Axis] Ugh! Again, Atlas shows how much of a cretin he is!

[King] What, just because he desecrated the image of the cross? He’s got every right to!

[Axis] Well then, you disgust me too, hearts boy.

“ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!”

Loving the crowd reaction, Sean finally turns his attention to Dace, who sits up on one knee, breathing heavily, staring at his masked opponent, hiding one hand behind his back. Atlas’ physically expressed mood changes from satisfaction to apprehension, and the moment he backs up...

[Axis] The champion dives at Atlas...!

!*SHATTER*!

[King] Oh my God!

[Axis] He had the glass tube in his hand! The glass tube that Sean himself threw in the ring!

[King] Look at those tacks!

After breaking the glass bulbs against the blocking arm of his opponent, Dace falls with him, among the sparkling thumbtacks that came out of the glass tube. Atlas clutches his throbbing arm, watching as the red liquid pours out from within.

[Axis] Somebody should cover!

[King] The Aussie’s right! It’s a great opportunity. You’ve got eleven minutes left, hurry up!

The less damaged Atlas comes to his feet first, followed by the champion joining him soon after... And acts first with several knee strikes! Atlas tries to catch Dace’s leg as he usually does, but his bleeding arm gives out and he can’t do it... Dace quickly ducks under the bent over Atlas and hooks his leg, then extends his back and flips Sean over with a Northern Light Suplex!!!

[King & Axis] Bridge!

To applause from the fans for the champ, Ced Ordoñez dives, checking on the downed shoulders of Atlas and counts...

...ONE...

...TWO...

...NO!! Dace doesn’t get the fall as Sean lifts his shoulder up - the shoulder of the arm that wasn’t cut. Dace immediately stands up, momentum building inside of him. He drags Atlas up by his hand and lowers his shoulder, lifting Sean into his back, across the shoulders!

[Axis] Torture rack! You know what this means King!!?

[King] I do! Psycho Driver!

The decibel level in the America West Arena peaks as Dace gets Atlas in place for the finisher to end all finishers... he shifts Sean’s body and tries to slide him down to the piledriver position...

But Atlas escapes! He makes Dace lose his grip in one arm and slides down, landing on his feet behind the champion! Sean thrusts his shoulder into Dace’s bloody lower back, pushing him towards a corner, into unbroken glass and wood...! But Dace chooses the lesser pain and blocks, placing his hands onto the sharp tope rope!

[Axis] That was a no win-situation for Dace Night.

[King] And you gotta believe that Atlas was aware that would happen.

[Axis] Pfffttt...

To a loud crowd, Sean smacks the back of Dace’s neck, gripping its bloody skin. He rears it back, getting Dace’s hands off the top rope and with all the anger and strength he could muster, drivers it into the top turnbuckle....!

!*SHATTER*!

[Axis] OH MY GOD! ATLAS JUST CRACKED DACE’S SKULL!!!

[King] But wait, there’s more!

!*SHATTER*!

[Axis] AGAIN! Sean smashed the head of the champion against the middle turnbuckle glass, destroying that too!

[King] And he’s about to finish him off!!

!*SHATTER*!

[Axis] A THIRD TIME!

[King] This is the end of Dace!

The third set of glass shatter splinters into tiny pieces, forming a pile at the base of the corner. Dace Night, the League’s champion, is down on his knees, face buried amongst the shards of bulbs. The fans, his fans, his supporters and admirers hurl profanities at Sean, along with soda bottles and crushed popcorn bags. The announcers stay quiet as speaking over the deafening noise made by the spectators if futile.

Atlas, pleased in his demolition of the man called “Horrocore”, passes up the chance to cover one again. Instead, he brings Night up and leans him against the wooden turnbuckles. Turning his back to him, Sean slides his arms under Dace’s and lifts, picking the heavier Dace Night up in a crucifix...

[Axis] Atlas holds Dace up in the image of Jesus Christ those many years ago...

[King] Neither believes in him, but both are bloodier and one is about to suffer the same fate...!

Atlas throws Dace’ body up and forward, bringing his head down...

!*SLAM*!

[Axis] WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?

[King] A... Crucifix Powerbomb DDT!!?

[Axis] ....

[King] That has to be the big new move he planned to debut here!

Dace falls, Atlas covers, Ced counts...

...ONE...

...TWO...

.....THREE.....!

[King] SEAN ATLAS TIES THE SCORE AT ONE!

--------------------

Remaining: 09:42

Dace: 1

Atlas: 1

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An even louder jeering ovation comes from the crowd as Sean rolls off Dace and gets in a good rest during the 10 second delay. Once that ends however, Atlas springs back up and jumps onto Dace, covering him again...

...ONE...

....TWO...

...THHNNNOOO!

[Axis] That little scumbag tried to score a cheap fall!

[King] And what’s wrong with that? A fall’s a fall, and if he could have gotten one that easily, then why not?

Atlas slams his fist down into the mat in frustration. He takes Dace by the hand and stands up, bringing the champion to his feet as well. He rears his hand back and with a swift motion...

*smack*

... Chops Dace across his now bare chest.

*smack*

Unlike the fan favorite champion though, Atlas doesn’t get “Whoooos”.

*smack*

This time, Atlas removes the glove from his wrist and with a little extra power...

*SMACK*

...attacks the already pinkish chest of Dace again! Bending the champion down at the waist, Sean maneuvers Dace’s hand between his own legs and grabs it behind his foot. Sliding his head under Night’s other arm, Sean finally sets him up for an Exploider ’98...

[King] This move is viscous! Atlas could potentially score another fall here!

[Axis] But he won’t, look!

Dace starts throwing elbows, attacking Sean in the back of his head! Two. Three. FOUR hard elbows to the back of the skull and finally, he forces the masked challenger away. Stepping up behind him, Dace has little strength left but decides to take a risk...

He swings his arm around to wrap Atlas’ neck. With the other hand, Dace hooks Sean’s arm from underneath, locking his hands together in front of his face. Tightening his grip, Dace finally gets the hold on correctly and to an explosive pop from his fans, hooks on the KATAHAJIME CHOKE!

[King] THIEF!

[Axis] Dace Night, using Sean Atlas’ own finishing hold against him, might get his second fall here is Sean submits!

[King] Come on, Atlas! This is your finisher; you should know how to escape it!

Dace desperately keeps the hold locked in, tightening it as much as he can... Ced comes up to Sean, watching his eyes buried beneath the leather mask, asking if he wants to quit... Atlas doesn’t give in, flailing his arms in a panic... Seeing a rope nearby, Atlas instinctively grabs it, but as there are no rope breaks, it does him more harm than good...

Taking advantage, Dace presses Sean’s head against the top rope, DRAGGING it back and fourth across the barbed wire! Back and fourth, left and right... Until he raises Sean off it and checks, seeing many random slits in the white leather of his mask, crimson red blood oozing out through some!

[Axis] What a sight! Pure white leather, sliced against sharp steel wires, cutting the face behind it!

[King] You see, Dace can be just as sadistic as Atlas.

Proving true the words of the Suicide King, Dace presses himself up against Sean, forcing him into all three razor sharp ropes! Dragging him by the head and arm, Night grazes the masked and bloody Sean Atlas against them, leaving behind three definite slashes across his body!

Finally though, Atlas has had enough! He plants his feet firmly on the canvas and pushes back with all his might, trying to knock Dace off his feet... but it doesn’t work, as Dace simply backs up, taking steps backwards... further and further... all the way back until...

!*CRACK*!

“AARRGHHHH!”

...Until Atlas forces him to plow right into the final unscathed turnbuckle, breaking the glass bulbs in the top two wooden blocks!!

[Axis] Was he planning that???

[King] I don’t know, but it definitely worked well, since Dace let the Katahajime go!

Rebounding off the corner, Dace shoves Atlas forward and falls down, rolling out of the ring. His back now matching the color of Sean’s, Dace staggers around on the outside, then leans against a barricade by the announcers’ desk. His adoring fans throw their cups and spill their water bottles on him, trying to wash away the blood...

Meanwhile, Atlas exits the ring and walks around to the entrance side, leaning against the ring for support. The fans treat him with complete antipathy, hurling whatever junk they can at the bloody and wounded masked combatant. He reaches the entrance side, now standing completely opposite from the champion. Dace, in the meantime, has left the barricade and is by the apron...

[Axis] Dace is just several feet away from us, searching under the ring for something...

[King] I’m hoping he pulls out what I think he’ll pull out...

“Whirrr...”

[Axis] Oh no...

“Whirrrrrrrr......”

[King] Oh. Yes.

“WWWHHHIIRRRR!!!!!!!!”

[King] THE WEEDWHACKER!!

[Axis] We haven’t seen the Weedwhacker since Malice in Wonderland! And that was a complete butchery!

[King] That was nothing! This is for the title; for the World Championship! What he did to Jenkins is nothing compared to what Dace is about to do here! I don’t usually support him, but when there’s a weedwhacker involved, I’ll root for anyone!

Staring through to ropes at the wicked and bloody face of Dace Night, Atlas sees the champion wielding his weapon of bodily slaughter and... smiles. Atlas actually smiles.

[Axis] Why is that bastard smiling? What’s so amusing about this?

Slowly, Atlas himself bends down and reaches under the apron. The fans seated nearby lean forward, trying to get a better glimpse at what destructive device he’s about to introduce...

“Whhhhrrr......”

[Axis] What... the... hell... is that?

“WHHHRRRRR.....”

[King] What can he possibly have to fight the weedwhacker? Another weedwhacker?

“WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!”

[King] HOLY SHIT!

[Axis] A CHAINSAW???

[King] A FREAKIN CHAINSAW!!!

Commotion engulfs the America West Arena! Front row fans back away, fearing the worst. Ced Ordoñez backs up, afraid for his own safety. Sean raises the chainsaw over his head, trying to yell above the earsplitting noise of the automatic circular blade!

[King] That has to be 40 centimeters, AT LEAST!

[Axis] That’s going too far! I’m sorry, but there is no way that a CHAINSAW has a place in a wrestling match!

[King] Does a weedwhacker??

The two warriors glare at one another through the barrier of the ropes. Barbed wiring on them, blood stains on the mat, and broken glass scattered throughout the ring make the entire scene look like a war zone...

Slowly and carefully, Dace and Sean simultaneously climb into the ring, the weapons in their hands buzzing in unison. The come to their feet, brandishing their destructive artillery. Not taking even a slight moment to look away, they gawk into each others’ eyes, waiting for someone to blink...

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

[Axis] Like a scene straight out of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the bloody and masked Sean Atlas has become Leatherface, threatening to destroy the champion...literally!

[King] Hey, that’s it! Atlas said he’d massacre Dace... Massacre him, in this Texas Death Match! OF COURSE! How did we not pick up on that before??

But the King’s question is a rhetorical one, as the action inside the ring ensues!

Dace darts forward!

Atlas sprints towards him!

THEY COLLIDE!

!*WHHHRRRRRZZZZZZTT*!

[King] THE WEEDWCHAKER HAS BEEN DECAPITATED!

[Axis] ATLAS CHOPPED DACE’S WEAPON IN TWO!

The head of the weedwhacker goes flying to ringside, leaving Dace weaponless. But Atlas’ momentum carries him to the edge of the ring, and the saw hits the top rope!

It cuts through the rubber, the barbed wire, and the steel structure of the rope itself!

*SNAP*

[Axis] Leatherface has just cut through the top rope, right in front of our very eyes!

[King] Leatherface? This isn’t some book or movie, dammit! It’s a wrestling match, and that’s a cut up, bruised, bleeding Sean Atlas in there with a fucking chainsaw!

Sean pulls the saw back, looking at the two remaining ropes. He checks for his opponent behind him, who stands on the other side of the ring, holding the handle of what used to be his weapon, terror embedded in his eyes.

[King] What’s he thinking now?

Turning back, Atlas lowers the chainsaw, slashing through the middle rope!

*SNAP*

He lowers it again, getting to the bottom rope, and just as he hacked through the first two...

*SNAP*

[Axis] HE’S DESTROYING THE GODDAMN RING!

[King] But why????

Just as Sean cuts through the last rope, he powers the saw off and drops it down to ringside. Turning back to face the champion, a wicked smile shows up behind the mask. They stare at one another once again, surrounded by the limp ropes surrounding them on only three sides.

[Axis] Two minutes left!! Somebody better do something quick or we may see overtime...

[King] Which wouldn’t work with a deformed ring, would it...?

An indescribable look adorns Dace’s face. His countenance shows both fear and the scars of battle; inquiry and experience...

[King] Never in his most untamed dreams did Dace imagine that Sean could not only match his madness, but far surpass it!

Realizing he’s now safe from the saw, Dace comes to his senses and realizes that with the opening behind him, Sean is vulnerable. Instantaneously, he dashes toward the masked maniac, who runs directly at him in return!

[Axis] Yakuza kick!

[King] No! Atlas ducked!

Dace misses the kick! Sean runs past him and stops before reaching the ropes. He turns first and sprints towards the champion...

[King] YAKUZA KICK!!!

[Axis] Dammit! Atlas stole Dace’s signature move!

Atlas receives the loudest negative reaction of the night after using Dace’s own Yakuza Kick against him... Running only on adrenaline now, Sean takes the champion’s hand and gets him standing. Lowering his shoulder, Atlas heaves all 254 pounds of Night’s body onto his shoulders, spreading Dace across his back...

[King] This it the end! Just one minute to go!

As Sean balances the champion on his shoulders, time slows down around him. Objects thrown by the fans seem to fly slower... The noise halts to one sustained, deep roar... He circles around, as he usually does before hitting the Saint’s Demise, making sure every one in the arena looks at his face... or rather, the mask covering his face.

Surrounded by broken glass, severed ropes, and lawn equipment, he faces the side of the ring which has no ropes blocking its edge. Beyond its perimeter sit the announcers, who are visibly speaking but Sean hears none of it. Instead, he heads towards them...

He lifts his feet, one by one, en route to the edge of the ring with the opponent on his back... Broken shards of glass recoil off the ring, shaking with every step... The timer on the opposite side of the arena reads 42 seconds and counts down...

Sean reaches the edge of the ring, and continuing his motion, leaps off...

[Axis] Duck and cover!

[King] AAAAAHH!!!

!*CRASH*!

“WWWWWWHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”

[Axis] SEAN ATLAS JUST EXECUTED THE SAINT’S DEMISE FROM THE RING THROUGH OUR TABLE!

[King] Executing Dace Night as well!

[Axis] Listen to this crowd!!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

[King] They only have thirty seconds left! Quick, Sean, get him in the ring and cover!!!

But Atlas doesn’t hear the encouraging words. Surrounded by the rubble of the announcers’ desk, with Dace Night underneath him, Atlas hears nothing except the beating of his own heart. Peering through the frayed mask, Atlas glares at the timer: down to 25 seconds. Though the strength in him is gone, he knows that unless he capitalizes now, there is no way, NO WAY, he can win this match.

Atlas grabs the barricade. Security guards behind it hold back fans eager to get their hands on him... He uses the metal guardrail to get himself standing, though the feeling his legs is leaving him.

...20...

Sean takes Dace by the hand. He drags him towards the ring, falling down many times as he does so. The broken rubble of what used to be the announcers’ table moves aside as Sean hauls the champion’s limp carcass back to the war zone of the ring...

...17...

He gets close enough to touch the apron, latching on to whatever he can for more leverage. Kicking aside the very tool he used to cut the ropes, Sean clears the path for Dace’s body and hooks his arms from underneath, lifting him up to a standing position.

...14...

The fans begin to count along with the clock, every one of them on their feet and hoping for time to expire before Sean can cover.

“...11...”

With whatever energy he has in him, whatever adrenaline still left in the tank, Sean picks Dace’s feet off the ground and gets him to lean in onto the ring mat.

“...10...”

Atlas picks up his opponent’s legs and tosses them inside, falling down to one knee in the process.

“...9...”

While hearing the crowd’s displeasure with the anticipated outcome, he pushes Dace into the ring entirely...

“...8...”

Atlas claws his way inside the ring, crawling towards the limp body of Dace Night. He finally drapes his weak arm over and covers, while Ced quickly starts the count.

...ONE...

“...7...”

...TWO...

“...6...”

.....TTHHHRREEEEEEEEENNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

“WWHHHHOOOOOOO!”

“...5...”

[Axis] DACE HORROR-FUCKING-CORE NIGHT KICKS OUT!!!

“...4...”

In all the shock engulfing the fans, amidst all the astonishment, Atlas desperately hooks both legs, presses his shoulder against Dace’s chest and hopes beyond all hope that it gets the job done...

“...3...”

...ONE...

“...2...”

...TWO...

“...1...”

.....TTTTHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

...0...

*DING DING*

“BUZZ!”

[King] SEAN ATLAS WINS! ATLAS WINS THE CHAMPIONSHIP!

“Your winner... AND NEW SJL WORLD CHAMPION..... SSSEEEAAANNN ATLAS!!!”

[Axis] At last, the masked warrior has reached the top of the mountain! He clawed his way through the roster, through the ranks, and through this WAR to reach the peak and engrave his name in the SJL record books! Sean Atlas, here in Phoenix, is your new World Champion!

Atlas remains motionless. He’s dropped Dace’s legs to the canvas but hasn’t budged. Even as “Polyamorous” plays through, Sean is immobile. Ced brings over the championship belt and raises its new holder’s hand in the air, but the arm is limp and falls when let go. Ced drapes the gold over Sean’s bloody body, which rests upon the carcass of Dace Night, whose only voluntary motion was kicking out of the first cover.

[King] It took everything he had: Glass, barbed wire, a spiked bat and a goddamn chainsaw to win it, but Sean Atlas conquered the former champion tonight. You’ve got to wonder if he had it all planned... if the weapons under the ring were all part of a larger arrangement.

[Axis] And what of next week? What will he have to say? Will be even be able to speak? Metal is this coming Tuesday... Be there!

Fade out.

April 11, 2003

Hopefully we'll fill in those other matches. Those matches that were turned in seemed pretty good, though.

SJL CRIMSON!!! (4/10)

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