Ejiro's Losing Match Thread

[Guest Goodear]

We return to the Pershing Center in lovely Lincoln, Nebraska to find color commentator enjoying a little snack much to the bemusement of his broadcast colleague, ‘Grand Slam’ Mark Stevens. Finally wonder takes hold of Stevens, as he finally just simply has to ask.

 

“Riley? What the hell are you doing?”

 

“Chum... glum...” replies Bobby in between swallows; “I’m just eating some corn on the cob, Mark. What? It is Nebraska and all.”

 

“That’s not the issue,” Stevens responds, “The issue is you’re sticking the whole thing in your mouth lengthwise. You’re going to choke...”

 

“Ha. Not very likely,” answers Bobby as he deep throats another ear of corn.

 

“With that, I think it may be time for our next match, take it away Funyon.”

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, he is accompanied to the ring but Judge William Hearford!”

 

“Sellout” by Biohazard roars into the arena as Hearford leads his championship tag team partner into the arena. Decked out in a full-length leather coat, Ejiro Fasaki looks even more focused than usual as he strides down to the ring behind his partner. Stepping up to the middle rope of the outside of the ring, Fasaki spreads his coat wide to display his World Tag Team Title belt to the crowd for just a moment before tossing a hand high into the air.

 

FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

 

Jets of flame rise from the turnbuckles as Ejiro’s arm lowers back to his side, stepping over the top as Hearford takes up a position outside of the ring. Tossing his cloak aside, Ejiro stands as tall as he can as Funyon finishes his announcements.

 

“He weighs in tonight at 189 pounds and hails from Sarasota, Florida. He is also one half of the World Tag Team Champions and a member of the Magnificent Seven. Allow me to present, EEEEEJIROOOOO FASAKIIIIII!”

 

Stevens says, “In this contest, you just have to like Fasaki’s chances. Not only does he have the advantage in experience even in the tag ranks, but he also had a great deal of success in the singles ranks while he was working through the Smarks Junior Leagues. Kris, by coming strait to the SWF, has virtually no experience as a single at all.”

 

“And his opponent...”

 

The sound of Nappy Roots brings the crowd to their feet as they scan the arena for the drunken frat boys of the SWF. Finally the spotlight finds Kris and Kross coming through the crowd as they leap over the ringside barrier together. With Kross circling the ring and glaring at his opponent for later in the evening, Kris climbs up to the top rope and raises his arms to the people as they give him a strong ovation for someone so new to the SWF scene. Dropping into the middle of the ring, Kris smiles broadly as Funyon calls out his name...

 

“Weighing in at 209 pounds and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada... KRISSSS!”

 

“And we are just moments away from this one getting underway,” Stevens reports, “If you were Kris right now, what would be thinking Riley?”

 

“Hmm. I would think that I am way too rich to be wasting my time getting beaten up every week. Then I would arrange a little ‘accident’ to remove my retarding brother from the equation... then comes the world domination. Oh yeah.”

 

“Right.”

 

“Okay Brah,” yells Kross from the floor, “Remember the strategy!”

 

“Dude,” replies Kris, “We had a strategy?”

 

Evidently, but it does not seem to really matter as Kris has his head turned, Ejiro casually strolls up to the twin and boots him right in the stomach. Pushing Kris back into the ring, Ejiro tosses Kris into the ring and drops his head for a backdrop. But the quick twin turns on the rebound and uses Ejiro’s back toss to land on his feet directly behind the unsuspecting tag team champion. And as Ejiro turns, he suddenly feels a pull on his wrist that sends him into the ropes. Leaping up high, Kris clears the rebounding Fasaki with the leapfrog and sets up his next impromptu move. Dropping low, Kris waits as Ejiro comes flying back at him. But as Ejiro comes hopping over the top, Kris raises up from his back just enough to trip the charging member of the Magnificent Seven and send him falling right through to the middle ropes.

 

“God damn it!” yells The Judge as he circles around to his partner. Coming up to Ejiro Fasaki, Hearford leans in close to give him momentarily stunned partner a little bit of advice as Kris continues to move fluidly around the ring bouncing from one foot to the other. Finally seeing whatever it was he was looking for, Kris pops against the ropes once for and fires towards the huddled mass of Justice and Rule. Flying over the top rope with a plancha, Kris smashes down across both of the tag team champions and sends them into the ground as Kross gets into the act by hopping up to the apron!

 

“Hold him Brah!”

 

Turning his back to the action as Kris pulls The Judge up to his feet, Kross grabs the top rope and uses it to sling himself up to the middle rope for just a second before rebounding and turning with a cross body that crushes Hearford into the ringside floor!

 

“Now Deja Vu needs to be careful not to get disqualified! If Kross would have landed on Ejiro, this match would have been called off right then.”

 

“Well at least they have enough sense to do that, Stevens. I guess there are some brains in there somewhere."

 

Laughing as he watches Kross lay on top of The Judge, Kris takes up the role of cheerleader for just a second too long before Ejiro hits him from behind with a wide forearm to the back of the head. Clutching the twin by his baggy shorts, Ejiro tosses him into the ring before Kross can cause anymore of a ruckus. Sliding back inside the ropes, Fasaki rises just in time to swat aside a leaping dropkick from Kris. Pulling the twin to his feet, Ejiro immediately sends him into the ropes again and smashes him on the return with a running elbow across the face. Shaking his head for just a moment, Ejiro realigns the target in his crosshairs for a moment before dropping a hard elbow that quite frankly comes nowhere close as Kris rolls away! Nipping up to his feet as Fasaki rolls up, Kris takes to the air once more as he crushes Fasaki’s face with a dropkick that sends the veteran rolling to the floor once again.

 

“Kris is dominating? This sure as heck wasn’t what we were expecting to happen in this match, but Kris has been bring the pressure all match long and has not allowed Ejiro any chance to recover.”

 

Huddled on the floor once again, Ejiro staggers to his feet just in time to see Kris come flying right over the turnbuckle with a tope con hilo that crushes Fasaki once more! Landing on his feet, Kris hoots to the crowd as they rise up in appreciation of the youngster’s casual disregard for his opponent. Pulling Ejiro back up and tossing him into the ring, Kris quickly scampers in behind him and makes a cover.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THRNOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Kicking out strongly before the referee can count him out, Ejiro thrusts a shoulder up off the mat before Kris can pull off the upset. And speaking of upset, that would sum up Kris’ and Kross’ feelings up rather nicely.

 

“Come on Z Brah! You can count faster than that!” yells Kross from the floor as Kris basically pantomimes the same feeling as his brother.

 

Pulling Fasaki off the mat once more, Kris sends him into the ropes once again and runs forward to drive a kitchen sink knee right into the gut of his smaller opponent. Collecting Ejiro as soon as humanly possible, Kris gets two big handfuls of hair and wrenches the tag team champion off balance. Taking two steps towards the center of the ring, Kris uses the hair to toss Fasaki right across the ring with savage abandon. Pulling his body off the mat, Ejiro slumps into the corner as Kris starts to warm himself up!

 

“Oh uh! Looks like Fasaki is about two seconds away from a Double Take!”

 

Hopping up to the apron, Kross gets the crowd behind his brother with a series of...

 

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP!

 

“Bumpbumpbumpahhh!” yells Kross.

 

“CHARGE!” replies the crowd as Kris comes flying forward with one big shoulder tackle.

 

 

 

 

THAT MISSES!

 

“He hit the post!” Mark informs us, “Ejiro got out of the way and Kris got a shoulder full of post!”

 

Hanging there in between the ropes, Kris suffers there for a moment before he tumbles all the way down to the floor where The Judge happily circles like a shark. But sometime even sharks are kept from their meals and that is what happens here as Kross makes sure to block Hearford from getting anywhere close to his brother. But Kross cannot do anything to prevent Ejiro Fasaki from taking a big old hunk out of his wounded prey. Grabbing the wounded Kris from behind in a hammerlock, Ejiro pushes forward and rams the rookie into the ringside steps!

 

KLANG!

 

Knocking the steps off their mooring by a good foot, Kris rolls to the floor and struggles to remain conscious as his shoulder threatens to declare an open revolt against the rest of his body. Smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary, Fasaki continues his assault with a number of stomps to the head and shoulder. Sticking his head underneath the bottom rope to break the count, Fasaki goes back to work on Kris by taking his arm and dragging the twin up to his feet. Pulling Kris to the barricade, Ejiro brings Kris’ arm up high and rams it down across the top of the barricade further jamming up Kris’ arm for further notice. Finally satisfied, Ejiro shoves Kris back inside of the ring.

 

“And now we will see the difference between a guy like Kris, who tries to keep his opponent off balance when he’s got the advantage, and a guy like Fasaki,” notes Stevens. “Ejiro is going to take that arm and make Kris miserable with it. He’s not going to scatter shot approach to this like Kris did.”

 

Pulling Kris up and to the corner, Ejiro ties the arm up across the top rope and holds it there as he grinds away at it with his elbow. Screaming out in pain, Kris yanks away at Ejiro’s hair in order to get the bitter wrestler off of his arm as the referee orders both men to break their illegal holds. Standing back to the center of the ring, Ejiro lifts his arms to the referee’s protests with a smile as Kris continues to rub his arm in order to get feeling back in the joint. But his respite does not last long enough to matter as Fasaki comes crashing in once again with a running boot to the shoulder that causes Kris to double over and fall into the mat. Pulling Kris up to a knee, Ejiro takes the opportunity to smash downward with the point of the elbow down across the back of the head.

 

“This is the difference between a rookie and a man who knows what he is doing in the squared circle,” remarks Riley, “Ejiro knows he has Kris hurt and immediately works to widen the gap between them. He’s not trying to knock Kris out with one shot, Ejiro is going to grind him into a little nub of a man.”

 

Yanking Kris to a vertical base, Ejiro winds up the arm with a wristlock for just a moment before locking him in close and driving down with a single arm DDT! Quickly readjusting his grip on the shoulder, Fasaki cranks back with a Fujiwara armbar as the referee dives in close to see if Kris wants to give it up.

 

“ARGHHHHHH! Get out my face GRRRR you freaking poser!”

 

Nonplussed by the response, Referee Matthew Kivell continues to ask Kris if he wants to give up on this match as Fasaki clutches away with the armbar. But rather than quit, Kris breaks into a low crawl heading towards the ropes. Trying to keep Kris where he is, Fasaki arches up on the arm in order to try and drive Kris flat against the mat. But Kris perseveres against the pain and finally manages to snag a hold of the bottom rope in order for Kivell to order Fasaki to release the hold. Instantly releasing the hold, Ejiro rolls right up to his feet and continues to stomp away on the shoulder. Trying to find some solace, Kris rolls out of the ring to try and get some distance between himself and his opponent.

 

“Actually not a bad move by Kris there, with Kross out there to watch his back, he can take the full ten count in order to get his head together and try to get himself back on track.”

 

Slumping over the apron, Kris tries to get himself ready for another venture into the ring but is met with a stunning baseball sliding dropkick through the ropes. Knocked backward into the ring barrier, Kris takes a seat against the railing as Kross comes over to check on his brother. But Kross soon has other issues as Ejiro drops down to the floor and shoves the healthier twin back away from his brother. Not one to take an insult like that, Kross immediately gets right back in Ejiro’s face. Stepping in between both men, Kivell works to separate the two. While at the same time, The Judge is working to separate Kris’ shoulder. Snagging the twin from behind with a half nelson, Hearford jerks Kris high into the air and lets him crash down across the top of the guardrail. Immediately stepping away to hide the evidence, The Judge leaves his victim laying on the floor as Kivell finally manages to break up the scrum between Kross and Ejiro Fasaki.

 

“Singles match or not, Justice and Rule are always going to end up acting like a team. They know exactly what to do to help the other out in any contest.”

 

“You know it, Stevens. The Judge and Ejiro can take a man apart like no one’s business. They’re still working on being able to put them back together again.”

 

Coming back to his actual opponent, Ejiro sends Kris back inside the ring where he might be able to get a submission out of the twin. Taking Kris by the wrist, Ejiro turns it around before sending him into the ropes for a clothesline. But ducking underneath the blow, Kris comes flying back and smashes into Fasaki with a stunning cross body block!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THNNOO!

 

Kicking out easily, Fasaki quickly gets to his feet and tries to collect Kris before he can get any more momentum going. But as he stands Kris up, the twin quickly slips inside and pulls Fasaki to the mat with a small package!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THRENOOOO!

 

Getting up even more furious than before, Ejiro takes a wild swing that the suddenly counter wrestling Kris easily slips underneath before wrapping his arms around Ejiro’s head with the Janus Killing Sleeper!

 

“Yeah Brah! Make him saw the logs!”

 

“If there is anything that shouldn’t be sawed, it’s my log,” replies Bobby Riley fulfilling the weekly quota of penis jokes.

 

Struggling against the hold, Ejiro flails widely as he panics at the thought of getting knocked out by this rookie. But a moment later, Fasaki thinks his way out of the situation by reaching up and grabbing a hold of Kris’ injured arm. Quickly using the shoulder as a lever, Ejiro spins out of the sleeper and catches Kris with a wristlock flip. But landing on his back isn’t such a bad place to be for Kris, as he lifts his feet up into the face of his opponent and kicking Ejiro loose and to the mat. Both men scramble up to their feet in a moment, but Fasaki goes strait back down to the mat as Kris trips him down with a drop toehold. Quickly popping back up as Ejiro stays on his knees holding on to his face, Kris wraps up one of Fasaki’s arms before rolling him over into a La Magistral cradle!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREEENOOOOOOOO!

 

“Kris keeps trying to win this thing with a pinning combination,” remarks Stevens, “But I am just not sure how effective that strategy is going to be against Fasaki. Veterans like him are usually way too on guard for just a flash pin to take place.”

 

“You know it Stevens,” replies Riley, “If Kris wants to use a move like that, he had better get Fasaki a little more off balance like Kris had Fasaki earlier in the contest. But right now, you aren’t going to beat Ejiro with a cradle. But I’m sure Kris and Kross will learn that sooner or later.”

 

Once again both men get to their feet at the same time, and once again Kris is able to strike first with a dropkick that sends Ejiro back down to the canvas. Up Ejiro comes again, and down he goes again as Kris snaps another dropkick into Fasaki’s chest. Staggering up once more, Ejiro awaits the feet of his opponent coming in once more and casually slaps them away. Getting up as fast as he can, Kris doesn’t bother to put up the same defense that Ejiro did and pays the price.

 

BOOOM!

 

“SCREAMING ELBOW!”

 

Hitting the mat in a heap, Kris sits up long enough to ask rhetorically, “What the hell was that?” before flopping to the mat once again. Shaking out his own elbow after the blow, Ejiro sneers down at his fallen opponent once again before pushing the stunned twin’s throat against the middle rope. Pressing down on the windpipe, Ejiro effectively plants Kris there before hitting the ropes and crashing down across Kris’ neck with all of his weight. Slinging in between the ropes with practiced ease, Ejiro lines Kris’ head up with a deliberate ease and slams a punting kick right into the face of the vain playboy.

 

SNAP!

 

Falling into the center of the ring, Kris lays there holding on to his face as Ejiro steps back into the ring and pulls down his kneepad to expose the bone. Slamming down with the knee, Ejiro smashes down on the bridge of Kris’ nose with savage glee. Hooking the head and legs as tightly as he can, Fasaki holds on tightly as Matthew Kivell counts away.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

“Kick out, Brah!”

 

THRENNNNOOOOOOOAHHHHHHH!

 

Standing up as Kris tries to pull himself up, Ejiro almost casually nudges Kris flat on the canvas once again. Standing by Kris’ head by just a second, Ejiro heads into the ropes and leaps up to the middle of the ropes before launching backward with a stunning lionsault that hits...

 

Kris’ knees! Impaling himself on Kris’s knees Ejiro flops to the mat like a flounder as Kross cheers his brother on to his feet. Pulling himself up by the ropes, Kris starts to visibly burn with rage from getting mauled by Justice and Rule. Finally, as Ejiro finally gets up to his feet, Kris is there to smash him down to the mat with a clothesline. And another one finds the mark! Pulling Ejiro off the mat, Kris places his head underneath Ejiro’s chin and spikes downward and cracks Fasaki with a jawbreaker. Holding onto his face and counting his teeth, Ejiro turns his back to his opponent as Kris looks to add to his flurry by taking a step back and taking aim at his opponent. As Ejiro turns, Kris hops forward and launches a superkick towards one half of the tag team champions. But Ejiro manages to block the kick with his hands and turn Kris around long enough to lift him up for a backdrop suplex. But the quick twin manages to over rotate over Ejiro’s shoulders and land behind him. Quickly turning back to his foe, Ejiro ends up taking that superkick anyway!

 

POP!

 

Flying to the canvas, Ejiro attempts to roll his way out of the ring but does not make it before Kris dives on top and makes a cover for...

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THRNOOOOOOOOO!

 

“Damn it!”

 

Pulling Ejiro up off the canvas once more, Kris sends Ejiro into the ropes and lowers his good shoulder to lift Fasaki up high into the air for just a moment before jamming him down with a reverse atomic drop! Stunned in the manner that only a solid knee to the groin will cause, Ejiro has no defense as Kris yanks him into the air once again before smashing him into the canvas with a spinebuster! Hopping up to his feet and with Ejiro just where he wants him, Kris signals that he’s about to make the trip to the top rope!

 

“He’s going for the frog splash! And you know if Kris hits this it is going to be over.”

 

“Oh I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” remarks Riley as Kris climbs to the top rope.

 

Because right up next to him comes Judge Hearford! Grabbing a hold of Kris by the ankle, much to the annoyance of the referee, The Judge forbids the twin from leaping onto Ejiro Fasaki. But Hearford cannot hold on for long before Kross yanks him right off the apron and to the floor. Taking Hearford by the head, Kross jams him into the guardrail as the referee hops to the outside to break up the fight on the outside as Kris repositions his feet on the top rope. But as he’s readied once more, Kris realizes that Ejiro has rolled up to his feet although he still seams rather staggered.

 

“The hell with it,” shouts Kris as he leaps out at Ejiro with a flying bodypress towards his Asian foe.

 

WHAM!

 

“Ejiro caught him on the way down with a punch to the stomach! Wait a minute... He had that DAMN CHAIN in his hand ... AGAIN! Why the hell does he get away with this every week?”

 

Seeing this from the floor, The Judge smiles broadly as he shoves Kross away and starts to jog away from the ringside area, drawing his opponent for later on tonight away from the ring. Leaving them to their own devices, Kivell slides into the ring just as Ejiro pulls the sputtering Kris off the mat. Wrapping Kris’ injured arm up with a wristlock, just before Fasaki swings his leg around the appendage and crams it into the canvas with The Fasaki Fuser!

 

“Another blow to the shoulder that Kris could not defend... and Fasaki is going for it right now! He’s locking in THE COBRA CROSSFACE!”

 

TAP! TAP! TAP!

 

“It’s over! Kris had to tap out!”

 

Releasing the hold just as quickly as he applied it, Ejiro rises up with a huge smirk across his face as he looks down at his opponent with a sadistic glee. Writhing in pain, Kris looks strait up into the eyes of his adversary with a look of absolute hatred as the cagey Fasaki backs all the way out of the ring with his eyes still fixed on his defeated adversary.

 

“The winner of this match via submission... EEEEEEJIROOOOO FASAKIIIIIIIIII!”

 

“And a big ... if crooked win... for the a member of Justice and Rule. You’ll have to expect that it will have some effect on Kris’ confidence when Deja Vu get their shot at the tag team titles. Next up will be Michael Craven defending his United States Championship. Don’t go anywhere fans!”

[janusd 0]

I'm no selling sleep. God-DAMN.

 

Edit: Lost...by....being....100....words.....over.... ARGH! When I checked it it clocked in at 5941....losing like this...ARGH!

 

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The roar of the fans is the first thing to be heard as SWF Smarkdown comes on the air, the cameras panning around the crowd to catch signs such as "Justice and Rule 0wnz0r j00!" - obviously written by an internet fan - and a whole row of fans holding up individual letters that spell out "M-7 FEARS FROST". As the cameras pan about the arena, more signs such as "TNT Set Flesher Up The Bomb!" and "Janus the Anus!" are brought into view. As it spins around once more before heading for ringside, the camera locks onto the ring, where a fifteen-foot steel cage stands, complete with heavy cargo netting on the top, and then we are treated to the faces of 'Grand Slam' and his announcing partner!

 

"Welcome back to SWF Smarrrrrrrkdown, ladies and gentlemen! I'm here with Bobby Riley, and after seeing Tom Flesher and Jay Dawg go at it..." Stevens is interrupted by his partner...

 

"And Tom showed that no matter the outcome of the match, he's still Superior!"

 

"We'll see about that, Riley...right, up next, we have the ex-Magnificent Seven Frost taking on who to all intentions looks to be his replacement, the Hardcore Gamer's Champion Janus!" Stevens pauses, to allow Riley to get some Magnificent Seven asskissing in, and the amibigiously gay announcer doesn't disappoint.

 

"Janus is bigger than Frost, stronger than Frost, and tougher than Frost! He's got sheer power on his side, and there's no way he can lose! Hell, he's even OLDER than Frost!" Riley makes sure to put Janus over like nothing else, much to Stevens' disgust.

 

Before the baseball-loving 'ex-Carnie' announcer can make a riposte, however, Black Sabbath's "Snowblind" blares out of the speakers - causing a MASSIVE cheer from the fans - as silverish pyro blasts from the rafters, making it appear as if snow is falling onto the entryway. Bathed in a pale blue spotlight, Frost steps out onto the stage and lifts his fist in the air, acknowledging the fans which just makes them cheer louder! Taking a puff of his Frost Brand Cigar, the Iceman from Iceland begins a methodical walk down the ramp as Funyon lifts up his microphone.

 

"The following contest is a No Escape Steel Cage match, where victory can only be won by pinfall or submission! Introducing first, weighing two hundred and ninety six pounds, and hailing from Reykjavik, Iceland! He is the Velvet Hammer....FRRRRRRRROST!"

 

The crowd continues to cheer as Frost reaches the bottom of the ramp, standing before the cage and looking at it grimly before dropping his cigar and grinding it beneath his boot. Heading around the side, he motions for referee Mark Hebner to open the cage door. Stepping into the cage, Frost looks around, inspecting the structure, as one by one, the lights turn off in the arena, plunging everything into pitch blackness. The crowd's cheering instantly turns to thunderous boos as the Smarktron shows an image of a young man, with his hair recently dyed white. As the strains of Fear Factory's "Resurrection" echo through the arena, cracks slowly begin to weave through the image, and blue pyros start fountaining up on either side of the ramp. Before Funyon can speak, the voice of Burton C. Bell carries through the arena.

 

"Consumed with memories...

That preceded today...

Given a chance to bereave..

Life that's slipping AWAAAAAAAAAAAY!!"

 

As the heavy riffs roar out of the speakers, the crack-riddled image explodes into fragments, revealing the face of Janus as he is now, with a scowl on his face. His name flashes up in green text, and it proceeds to play clips of some of his more brutal spots - interspersed with flashes of his name and "Magnificent Seven". The monster steps out onto the rampway, his Hardcore Gamer's Title around his waist, and that barbed-wire cricket bat in one hand.

 

"And introducing his opponent, hailing from Sydney Australia and weighing a full three hundred and fifty pounds....he is your SWF Hardcore Gamer's Champion and a member of the Magnificent Seven...the Hell Machine...JAAAAAAAAAAAANUS!"

 

"And he's got that cricket bat with him again! He used that to win the belt!" Stevens indicates the weapon as Janus strides past the blue ramp pyros, that go out as he steps past them.

 

Frost just stands within the cage, watching the seven footer step down the ramp. The Velvet Hammer doesn't even flinch as Janus thrusts his arms into the air, causing blue fire to explode from the turnbuckles inside the cage. Stepping around the cage, Janus places both his belt and weapon at the timekeeper's table, before pivoting on his heel and striding back towards the cage door, stepping up and standing in the entrance, staring at Frost before stepping over the ropes. Mark Hebner steps inside and slams the cage door shut, as the Velvet Hammer and the Hell Machine continue to stare at each other. Hebner decides to stick in an out-of-the-way corner, for the moment.

 

"I don't think Frost has ever faced someone the size of Janus before...he's not even afraid, though!" Stevens watches as Frost proves this by delivering a thunderous punch to Janus' chest!

 

The seven footer stumbles a little, blinking once at the hard impact of the blow, and responds with a powerful blow to the stomach that sends the Velvet Hammer reeling with a small grimace on his face. Lifting his hands into the air, Janus charges, and Frost meets him, both of them locking hands and trying to force the other to the ground in a hoss-tastic test of strength! Both superstars grit their teeth, pushing at each other, and it's Frost that begins to slip, as the seven footer applies pressure. The Icelander fights back however, reasserting his grip.... but Janus puts a stop to that with a firm knee into the stomach, and he grabs the slightly stunned Frost and whips him towards the ropes...

 

...and when he comes back, Janus grunts and pulls him up into position for a sitout powerbomb! Lifting his hand, Frost drives a stiff punch straight into Janus' forehead, forcing the giant to drop his slightly smaller opponent...and Frost capitalises by reaching around one side of Janus' body, locking in a waistlock...and with a grunt and a slight strain of muscles...he lifts the Hardcore Gamer's Champion off the ground and slams him over with a gutwrench suplex!

 

"Tremendous power by Frost! He just suplexed Janus! That's no easy feat!" Stevens yells.

 

"Bah! Janus will just show him what a real suplex is." Riley snorts, being as condescending as possible about Frost as the Velvet Hammer rises to his feet and looks down at Janus, before trying to stomp a hole in the seven footer's ribcage with hard and heavy stomps! Janus grunts and rolls away under the assault, trying to climb back to his feet...and Frost meets him with a stiff jab to the ribs! The giant seeks to straighten up, and as he does, Frost readies himself for another punch to soften the monster...

 

....but finds himself lifted into the air and dropped across Janus' knee with an inverted atomic drop! Grimacing in pain, Frost steps away a little...and Janus follows up with a standing lariat that makes the Velvet Hammer reel only a little bit. Blinking once at the effect his attack had, Janus steps back to the ropes and builds up a little speed behind the lariat...only to find Frost slipping out of the way and cinching in a half-nelson. Swinging his free elbow back into the Icelander's ribcage, Janus forces Frost to release the hold...and the giant twists around and locks in a full nelson of his own...and with seemingly minimal effort, throws himself back and releases Frost, throwing him through the ropes...

 

...and smashing him into the side of the cage with a released full-nelson suplex! The crowd winces at that move, and Riley cheers with glee as Frost is left in a heap in the small space between the ropes and the ring. The Velvet Hammer shakes his head, grimacing, trying to get the ringing pain out as he rises to his feet.

 

"And here comes Janus to punish Frost some more!" Riley chortles as Janus sights the rising Icelander, and charges along with a boot raised high - and gritting his teeth in pain as he kicks nothing but cage as Frost ducks!

 

"No success there, it seems." Stevens smiles almost smugly. Riley just humphs and watches the ring as Janus lowers his leg to look down at Frost, reaching down to drag him through the ropes. The Iceman from Iceland doesn't take too well to this though, grabbing the arm that holds his, and throwing Janus into the turnbuckle with a stiff irish whip! Hitting chest-first, Janus bounces off the pads and Frost hooks his head, driving the Hell Machine into the canvas with an inverted DDT before hooking a leg!

 

ONE!

TW...

 

....and Janus thrusts an arm into the air!

 

"Early pin attempt by Frost! Janus doesn't stay down though!" Stevens calls.

 

"A near two count off an inverted DDT? I mean, come on!" Riley whines at that fact as Frost helps himself to a handful of Janus' hair and drags the Hell Machine back to his feet. Frost pauses a moment before lifting the seven footer into the air with a little bit of trouble....and dropping him facefirst back into the turnbuckles with a snake-eyes. Keeping his momentum going, he cinches his arms around Janus' waist and pops his hips, throwing the Hardcore Gamer's Champion over his head with a stunning german suplex!

 

Janus crashes into the canvas right on his head, grimacing in obvious pain, but still starting to get back to his feet. Frost lets the giant think it's safe, and then charges forward when the seven footer is on his knees, hooking the giant's head....

 

....and finding a pair of thick arms wrapping around his waist and lifting him off the ground! Letting go of Janus' head, the Velvet Hammer lifts his fist again...but this time Janus roars and slams Frost down at full power with his patented high-angle spinebuster! The ring shakes at the loud boom it makes, and Janus kicks Frost over onto his stomach and plants a foot in the center of his back.

 

"Frost looking for...something...but Janus counters straight into a high angle spinebuster! And now he's got Frost on the ground!" Stevens calls.

 

"That's right, Janus! Grind that heel!" Riley's comment comes from the fact Janus is indeed grinding his boot into Frost's spine, before leaning down to hook the Icelander's arms and pull them back for a standing surfboard submission! Mark Hebner comes out of his safe corner to ask if Frost wants to give up - but the Iceman from Iceland refuses to stay down, gritting his teeth and pulling HARD with his restrained arms, yanking Janus offbalance. The Hell Machine stumbles off Frost's back, ....and Frost climbs to his feet with surprising quickness - and ignoring the pain in his back - hooking a half-nelson on the giant and throwing himself forward, planting Janus skull first into the canvas with a bulldog! Janus rolls onto his back, and an attempt to drag the seven footer off the canvas is countered with a very stiff and well aimed kick by Janus!

 

"Oh, come on! Janus just kicked Frost between the legs!" Stevens frowns.

 

"Heehee! The only way to win is by submission or pinfall - there IS no disqualification!" Riley giggles with glee as Frost drops to his knees, grimacing and holding his violated crotch. Bouncing himself off the ropes, Janus lifts a leg and smashes Frost down into the canvas with a big boot, then drops to cover him!

 

ONE!

TWO!

 

Frost kicks out of the pinfall, holding his head. Janus hadn't hit him much, but by god did he hit HARD, was the Velvet Hammer's thought as Janus climbed off him and rose once more to his feet. The giant leans in the turnbuckles as his slightly smaller opponent found his feet again, and then roared out of the corner with shoulder lowered for a Gore! But Frost, although slightly brain-scrambled, sees the move coming and grabs the incoming Hell Machine...hoisting him up...twisting...and planting him with a huge tilt-a-whirl slam, hooking the monster's leg!

 

ONE!

TWO!

TH...

 

....Janus breaks out of the pin by thrusting his arms off the canvas - and grabbing Frost by the head! Clamping his hands around the Icelander's skull, Janus squeezes, and Frost makes an inarticulate sound of pain, one huge Icelandic hand swinging down to slam into Janus' face - and the giant loses his grip as pain shoots through his jaw. Both Frost and Janus kneel and sprawl (respectively) in order to gather their wits, before almost simultaneously rising to their feet. Utter silence followed.

 

*SMACK* "WHOOOOOOO!"

 

Frost drives a huge and stiff chop right into Janus' chest! The Hell Machine doesn't disappoint by firing back with his own!

 

*SMACK* "WHOOOOOOO!"

 

Again Frost chops Janus in the chest, and again Janus returns the favour! Expecting another chop from Frost, the giant is sent reeling by a thunderous punch straight into the left side of his chest!

 

"TOUCH OF FROST! JANUS MAY SUFFER AN EARLY WINTER!" Stevens yells in surprise.

 

"No, Janus! Nooooooo!" Riley tries to will the giant into action as Janus reels from the Touch of Frost, and the Velvet Hammer moves in...Janus grits his teeth and bunches his right hand, muscles tensing....

 

...and to Frost it feels as if an explosion has blasted into his ribcage as Janus strikes home with a sheer-power punch of his own!

 

"KNUCKLE BOMB! JANUS JUST BLASTED FROST WITH THE KNUCKLE BOMB!" Riley almost orgasms in his seat as Stevens stares at the scene in the ring....Frost physically staggering from the sheer impact of the blow to his chest, allowing Janus some serious recovery time...

 

...enough to grab the Icelander by the back of the head! With a firm grip on his opponent's head, Janus storms towards the ropes with some mysterious intent - then skids to a halt and thrusts Frost's head over the ropes, slamming it into the cage! The crowd 'ooo's in sympathy at the yell of pain from the Velvet Hammer, as Janus growls almost like a beast...and pounds Frost's head into the cage wall over and over!

 

By the third slam, blood is visible on Frost's forehead.

 

By the sixth slam the blood is definitely obvious - it's running down Frost's face - as Janus stops and lets Frost hang onto the ropes for a moment before booting him to the ground and sprawling across him in a pinfall!

 

ONE!

TWO!

THRE...

 

Frost kicks out, and Janus looks rather displeased. Leaving the Icelander on the mat to bleed, the giant rises to his feet. Turning his ominous gaze to Mark Hebner and points at the cage door. The referee shakes his head, and Janus steps towarsd him threateningly - and Hebner complies, opening the cage door! Janus steps through the door and drops to the ground.

 

"What's Janus doing?? He can't win by leaving the cage..." Stevens ponders.

 

"Hey, he's coming this way! I wonder what he's...woohoo!"

 

"Oh no..."

 

Riley's cheer and Stevens' dismay are not without reason, as Janus stops by the announce table, and picks up the barbed-wire cricket bat. He regards it and then the crowd with a smile before he starts heading for the cage once more. The crowd breaks out in a chant of "JANUS SUCKS!" when they see him with it, and Hebner tries to prevent the monster from entering with the weapon...

 

...and Janus shoves him aside and steps over the top rope, moving to stand behind Frost and lifting the bat with a grim smile on his face. The Velvet Hammer senses motion behind him and turns around, providing a perfect target for Janus to brutalise...

 

...except the bloody-faced Icelander ducks, and sinks a left cross right into Janus' abdomen, winding the giant and making him drop his weapon! Reaching out, Frost grabs Janus by the shoulder and leg...and very slowly, after a pause, shifts his position and lifts the monsterous Hell Machine above his head with a gorilla press!

 

"Look at Frost! He's an inch or three smaller and not quite as strong, but he's pressing Janus, the three hundred and fifty pounder, above his head!" Stevens is in awe.

 

"Break your arms, Frosty! You can't lift that much!" Riley is, as always, insulting.

 

Grimacing, blood running into his eyes, Frost pumps his arms once before throwing Janus to the ground with a thunderous boom! The Velvet Hammer's eyes fall upon the weapon Janus dropped...and he picks it up, looking down at the giant as he shakes his head to clear it and pushes himself up to hands and knees. Lifting the barbed-wire cricket bat, Frost slams it down into Janus' spine, causing him to make an inarticulate snarl of pain and collapse.

 

"Looks like payback gonna be a bitch, Janus!"

 

"Whoa, you swore, Stevens!" Riley stares in surprise.

 

"Uh...oops?"

 

The banter between Stevens and Riley trails off as Frost decides an 'eye for an eye' is a good thing, and rolls Janus over onto his back with a boot to the gut. The giant looks up at the top of the cage from his new vantage point, then yells in pain as Frost hits him in the face with the barbed wire, and grinds it against his skin before throwing it away! The Icelander brings his bloodied face down to Janus' equally crimson one, and whispers with a low rumble...

 

"You've got a one way ticket on the job train, Janus..."

 

....before dragging the giant up to his knees and hooking his arms in preparation for the Early Winter! Janus shows he's not the Hardcore Gamer's Champion for nothing however, and straightens up right out of the head-scissors, flipping Frost over his head with a standing backbody drop.

 

"Why the heck does he keep trying for the Early Winter so much? Is he daft that he can't get it on someone of Janus' size?" Riley adds a bit more fuel to the anti-Frost argument, and Stevens is only too glad to reply.

 

"Frost is stronger than you think, Riley. Though he must be trying to put Janus away to show the Magnificent Seven he's a threat....AND before the giant wears him out too much...."

 

As the commentators banter, Frost begins to recover from the backbody drop just in time for Janus to throw himself into the air...and compress the Icelander's chest with a huge standing legdrop! Frost gasps as the air is driven from his chest by the sheer impact, and he rolls away and slowly begins to return to his feet, keeping an eye on the seven foot Hell Machine...who swings his arm around and locks a huge hand around the throat of the Velvet Hammer, ready to chokeslam him! Frost's eyes widen only momentarily, and....

 

*SMACK*

 

....he swings his other arm around and locks it around Janus' throat! The two monsterous men stare at each other, with their firm grips...and Janus attempts to power out and lift Frost off the canvas! The Icelander will have none of it, resisting with all his might, squeezing at Janus' throat and attempting to hoist him off the mat! Neither man seems to be able to get the advantage, and after a moment, Frost releases his grip on Janus' throat, and grabs the Hell Machine's arm with one hand, and wraps his other arm around Janus' side, and with a supreme test of strength, the frosty one actually lifts Janus off his feet, breaking the chokeslam attempt much to the seven footer's surprise, and he finds himself on Frost's shoulders.

 

"What the...both men going for chokeslam attempts, but Frost stops his and actually lifts Janus off his feet to stop the attempt!" Stevens is surprised at the 'unique' way Frost broke the hold, and Riley responds.

 

"And now he's got Janus on his back...and that much weight should destroy Frosty's shoulders! He shouldn't be able to lift that much weight!"

 

Despite the ambigiously gay announcer's demand that Frost's body break apart, the Iceman from Iceland holds Janus on his shoulders and begins to spin himself around! On his shoulders, Janus shifts his great weight...and the spin comes to a stop as the giant thuds off Frost's shoulders and back to his feet! Rather than make an attack, both of the men just stare at each other again - Frost bloodied from being grated against the cage, and Janus bloodied from being hit with that barbed-wire cricket bat.

 

"And we have a good old fashioned staredown, Riley!" Stevens calls, watching the men in the cage stare at each other.

 

"Pfft! Old fashioned? Frost is old and busted. Janus is the new hotness here!"

 

"Are you implying Janus is hot in a physical way or a gay way, Riley?" Grand Slam couldn't help but take a jab at his co-announcer's ambiguity.

 

"....Physical, of course..."

 

"Riiiiiiiight...."

 

Riley catches the oozing disbelief from Stevens' voice.

 

"HEY!"

 

As the attention goes back to the ring, both Janus and Frost continue to stare, then the Hell Machine takes the advantage by slamming a stiff knee into the Velvet Hammer's ribcage! Hooking him around the head, Janus roars to the crowd, who respond with boos as he hoists Frost up in a massive vertical suplex. Well aware of his position, Frost kicks his legs in the air, wriggling a little...and it puts the giant off balance enough for Frost to fall back to the ground, still in a front facelock! Before Janus can hoist him up, Frost cinches in a front facelock of his own, and attempts to hoist the seven footer off his feet. Janus doesn't want that, though, and attempts to use his own facelock to hoist the Velvet Hammer back into position for the Rage Unleashed screwdriver! Despite clearly being the stronger man, the Hell Machine doesn't seem to be able to pull Frost up again, and with a supreme effort, roaring wordlessly....

 

....Frost elevates Janus up into the air, in a suplex, holding him there...

 

...before dropping straight back and to the ground and hitting a brainbuster suplex! The crowd cheers for the high-impact move, and Janus crumples to the mat, holding his head. Sitting up after delivering the blow and shaking his head, Frost rolls over and hooks one of the monster's legs.

 

ONE!

TWO!

THR.....

 

The kickout isn't as strong as one would have expected, but still, Janus kicks out, still holding his head.

 

"Janus went for the Rage Unleashed to finish this match, but Frost countered and hit a PAINFUL looking brainbuster suplex on Janus!" Stevens calls, sounding elated that Frost is bringing the punishment to Janus.

 

"Pfffft! Just let Janus recover and he'll whip Frost's pussy ass all over that cage!" Riley is as always supportive of big sexy men, as Janus slowly begins to sit up.

 

The seven foot monster doesn't seem to quite know where he is, but he sure as heck knows where Frost is...as the Icelander grabs the rising giant by the hair, and pulls him up into a fireman's carry. However, like the seven footer that is his opponent, Frost is beginning to look battered and winded from this match. After a pause, he throws Janus' legs off his shoulders and spins him out to the side....and drops to one knee, and the crowd winces at the obvious physical pain of Janus' face and jaw smashing into the raised knee of the Velvet Hammer. Clutching his face, Janus attempts to roll away and get back to his feet, but he's assisted by Frost as the Icelandic one grabs Janus by the hair and begins to lift him off the ground...

 

...at least until Janus' arm slams into the Velvet Genitalia of the Velvet Hammer, causing Frost to release his hair and gasp, holding his violated-for-the-second-time crotch. Rising to his feet, Janus hooks Frost's head and elevates him off the canvas, before falling to the side and crushing Frost's face into the canvas with a stiff and painful looking implant DDT! Rather than go for a pinfall, Janus rolls away from Frost, and pushes himself up to his feet. Wavering, the giant presses his hands to his face and pulls them away, looking at the sanguine hue of his gloves - and his wavering stops as a dark smile crosses his face.

 

"....I don't like that look, Riley...." Stevens blinks slowly.

 

"It's even creeping me out..."

 

Still smiling to himself, Janus scans the ring and picks up the barbed-wire cricket bat. Placing it across Frost's abdomen, the giant steps towards the ropes and ascends the turnbuckles, perching like some monsterous vulture on the top rope, watching the seemingly unmoving body of the Velvet Hammer. Then the giant rises to a standing position as if preparing for a frog splash, and stretches his arms.

 

"Hey, there's no way Janus can jump that far! It's practically half-way across the ring!" Stevens calls, watching the giant.

 

"He must have other plans..." Riley murmurs.

 

And Bobby Riley is right as Janus finishes stretching...before grabbing hold of the cargo netting that covers the roof of the cage! Like a gorilla, the giant begins to swing across the netting - slowly. It shudders and bends under the three hundred and fifty pound Australian's weight, but it remains firm...as Janus swings again, bringing himself over the stirring body of Frost...

 

...he continues to hang from the netting, looking down at the Icelander below him, with the barbed-wire cricket bat across his chest...

 

...and the giant swings himself forward and lets go of the netting, tucking his arms and stretching as he falls towards Frost...

 

...and two loud yells of extreme pain are hard as Janus HITS THE FROG SPLASH ONTO THE BARBED WIRE CRICKET BAT AND FROST!

 

"HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

 

"Holy sweet mother of GOD! WHAT THE HELL!?" Stevens gawks.

 

"He...he just...fell onto Frost...and crushed that barbed-wire...bat...yeah..." Riley is equally stunned as Janus rolls off Frost's body.

 

Both Velvet Hammer and Hell Machine don't move after that, the cricket bat still held togther by the twisted knots of barbed wire...which have cut and mangled the flesh of both Janus and Frost...and both superstars are even bloodier than before, with the sanguine redness now staining their chests. Mark Hebner looks at the carnage with his jaw hanging, before looking around and lifting an arm and beginning a ten count!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

The slightest twitch of movement comes from Janus' body. Frost convulses once but doesn't show any other sign of life.

 

FOUR!

 

FIVE!

 

SIX!

 

"I don't think either of them are getting up, Riley....I guess Janus decided to punish Frost and they both paid the price." Stevens is unsure of what else to say.

 

"It doesn't look like it....hey.....what in the hell.....NO WAY!" Riley exclaims and points at the ring. The exclamation is well founded as Janus strains his body and begins to oh so slowly sit up. Mark Hebner is so surprised someone's even moving after that that he stops the ten count! The bloody Hell Machine sits up, but doesn't do much more than that, staring at nothing. His eyes are completely dilated as if he's in shock.

 

"Make the cover, Janus! MAKE THE COVER!" Riley shrieks.

 

"I don't think he can hear you...it looks like he's in plain shock or something" Stevens responds, watching the giant just SIT there. Beside the monster, Frost begins to stir, grimacing in pain, one arm slowly coming up to push the wreckage of the barbed-wire bat off his chest, but other than that, neither of them make a move...

 

...until Janus turns to the side and drapes himself across the fallen Icelander! Seeing that someone finally went for the pinfall, Hebner drops down and counts, watching Frost's shoulders.

 

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHOLYFUCKNO!!!

 

Mark Stevens and Bobby Riley stare.

 

Mark Hebner stares.

 

Janus stares.

 

Frost's right arm is thrusting into the air, his shoulder off the canvas. And the crowd explodes into cheers.

 

"FROST OWNS YOU!"

"FROST OWNS YOU!"

"FROST OWNS YOU!"

 

Rolling off the Velvet Hammer, Janus sits back up, head hanging. Bloody stains his face, chest, and hair, and the incredibly brutal spot he'd just executed had NOT KEPT FROST DOWN. The giant slams a fist into the canvas and gets his legs under him, standing tall and proud - despite staggering and almost falling over again at the pain that echoes through almost every fiber of his being. Frost does not disappoint either, slowly sitting up - and being helped to his feet by the Magnificent Seven monster. After hoisting him up, Janus cinches his arms under Frost's and locks in a full nelson....

 

....that stops when the Icelander kicks back with a blow to the crotch that staggers Janus! Turning around, wavering on his feet thanks to the brutal barbed-wired-bat-assisted frog splash, the Velvet Hammer applies an inverted facelock to his opponent, takes a breath....

 

...and the giant's world is thrown into disarray as Frost proceeds to Rock n' Roll the Dice, slamming Janus down right on the nape of his neck! The seven footer's body bounces and goes almost limp, but Frost sprawls on the ground as well, the exhaustion of the match beginning to get to him more intently now. As for Janus, it's hard to tell as the giant's eyes are closed.

 

"That splash off the netting changed the pace of the whole match, Riley!" Stevens calls, watching the two men lay on the ground.

 

"I hate to agree Grand Spam but I think you're right! They practically DIED when Janus hit that move!" Riley actually sounds concerned, probably for Janus more than Frost.

 

"Look at them both! The blood is covering Frost's face and chest, and Janus isn't much better off at all!"

 

Mark Hebner looks at both downed superstars and lifts his arms to begin a ten count, but Frost, having taken less of the impact of that last move, begins to stir, pushing himself back up to a sitting position. Hearing the inarticulate groan of Janus still on the ground, the Icelander slowly pushes himself to his feet and turns around just in time to spot Janus, someway, somehow, getting up to his knees. The giant's movements are slowly and extremely unbalanced, and seeing the monster regaining his feet, Frost takes a step back and waits....and as Janus staggers upright, the weary Icelander throws a punch that drives home straight into Janus' bloodied chest!

 

Feeling the Touch of Frost, Janus attempts to evade an Early Winter, putting his concentration and his strength into countering the blow like he did last time. His right arm comes around, aiming for Frost's body...but the Icelander grabs the arm in midair with a grimace, and along with Janus' other arm, he underhooks the giant's limbs and with a grimace and a roar of pain and determination, the Velvet Hammer lifts Janus up off the ground! He staggers back on his feet, the exhaustion getting to him, as the giant threatens to unbalance him.....but.....he lets his legs drop from under him...

 

and CRATERS JANUS WITH THE EARLY WINTER! Leaning forward tiredly, Frost looks up as Mark Hebner counts!

 

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEE....

 

"NO! It's NOT a three count!" Stevens exclaims, as Frost falls back on the canvas, gasping to get air into his lungs. Hebner looks at the crumpled Janus, and shakes his head to indicate to Frost it was two!

 

"Hahahaha! Frost was too worn down to hold on long enough! He let go before the three! Buffoon!" Riley giggles as both Janus and Frost are once more laying prone on the apron. Hebner crouches by the Icelandic one, indicating again it was a two count, and Frost nods oh so wearily, grimacing as he tries to push himself back up into a standing position as opposed to sitting. After the beating he's taken - the pain, the bloodiness, the exhaustion - Frost resolves he'll do one thing before he passes out in this cage...

 

...and that's defeat Janus, as he gets himself a handful of white hair and drags the bloody behemoth up as well. Neither Frost or Janus look like they're capable of standing on their own right now, as the Velvet Hammer and the Hell Machine are almost leaning on each other to stay upright. Frost's eyes are exhausted, and Janus' are slightly glazed, but they move slightly, and the two lock gazes, piercing blue eyes staring into dark, malicious green.

 

The pain.

 

The exhaustion.

 

The blood loss.

 

This was the last chance either of them would have to win this match. Neither could go on much further, and planting his hands on Janus' shoulders, Frost shoves with all his might, sending the seven footer reeling back and off balance. Almost falling over, Frost brings his hand back, aiming to nail the Touch of Frost a second time, to put Janus down for the count....

 

....but he finds himself reeling as Janus slams a hefty chop into his chest! A second chop follows! And a third! Stumbling to stay on his feet, Janus advances on the Velvet Hammer, and cinches in a front facelock....and straining like Frost had only moments earlier, hoists him up into a massive, stalling vertical suplex! The Hell Machine staggers back, then stumbles forward, trying to maintain his balance as he pushes Frost into position...exhaustion and pain gripping his arms and legs as he lets go of the vertical suplex and sits down....

 

...and FROST FEELS JANUS' RAGE UNLEASHED! The stunning impact has the crowd in awe of what these two giants have put themselves through, and after making Frost eat canvas, the Hell Machine just slumps almost lifelessly over the body of the Velvet Hammer. Mark Hebner hesitates only momentarily before dropping down to make the count.

 

ONE!

TWO!

 

Hebner hesitates only a moment, before...

 

THREEEEEEE!!!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

As the strains of Fear Factory's "Resurrection" boom out over the speakers, and the fans boo loudly, Funyon rises from his chair.

 

"The winner of this bout...the SWF Hardcore Gamer's Champion.....the Hell Machine......JAAAAAAAAANUS!!!"

 

Hebner checks on the giant, who's sprawled across Frost's body. The sound of his theme music, and the feeling of the referee trying to lift his arm in victory scores the giant's attention as he lifts his bloody head off the ground, trying to regain his feet. The boos echo throughout the arena as Fugue comes slinking down the ramp, and he slips into the cage to help his seven foot tag team partner to his feet.

 

"There's Fugue, repaying Janus' backup in his match with Frost, by helping his partner out of the ring!" Stevens calls. "Hate or like them, the Magnificent Seven sticks together!"

 

"Janus showed Frost what-for! And it looks like Fugue isn't the only helper! Look!" Riley points as the EMTs come down the Smarkdown ramp, with first aid kits and a stretcher in tow. Janus points at the timekeeper's table, and Fugue exits the ring and the cage to retrieve the monster's title as he finds himself supported by the EMTs. Rather than accept the stretcher, Janus just leans heavily on the EMTs, who don't force him. Several other EMTs pull the stretcher over to the ring and wait...and as the cage is lifted, they slide into the ring to check on Frost and roll him over to the stretcher.

 

Fugue catches up with Janus on the ramp and draps the Hardcore Gamer's Championship belt over his tag partner's shoulder. When they reach the stage, Janus stops in his tracks and pushes the EMTs away from him, staggering on his feet before roaring in victory and thrusting his arms into the air! The EMTs help support the giant as he almost collapses, and we cut back to the announce table as the other EMTs go up the ramp with the battered Frost on the stretcher.

 

"That match was just...incredible, wouldn't you agree Riley?" Stevens looks at his co-host.

 

"Yep! Janus WAS incredible, making Frost look talented like that!"

 

Grand Slam just rolls his eyes and looks back at the camera.

 

"We'll be right back, folks! Next up we have the ever-explosive Taylor Nicholas Thompson taking on El Luchadore Magnifico! The stipulation to the match is that the WINNER gets pick Tom Flesher's first opponent for his title!"

 

As the cameras fade out on Smarkdown for the moment, Bobby Riley's "I hope they pick ME!" comment is audible, and then we fade out to a commercial involving Dace Night and the RYOBI Weedwhacker...