Guest Thoth Report post Posted May 5, 2003 The SJL logo appears on millions of television sets around the world. "Smartmarks Junior Leagues" ...Presents... ... The screen goes black. Testament’s Eyes Of Wrath starts up, it’s slow and monotonous opening sending chills down the spines of everyone in the Nassau Colliseum... the soft tapping of the cymbals... soft plucking of the bass... light hits of the double bass... DUN! DUN DUN DUN! A GRUNTINGLY HEAVY RIFF EXPLODES THROUGH THE SPEAKERS WITH AN ERUPTION OF PYROTECHNICS! *BOOM!* "HHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!" *BOOM!* "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!" *BOOM!* “EEEYYYYEEEESSS OOOOOFFFFFF WRRRRAAAATTTTHHH!” *BOOM BOOM BOOM! WWWWWHHHHHHEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!! BOOM!* “The beast is on your back! Razor blade slices your neck!” [A montage of SJL wrestling footage appears on the Smarktron, beginning with Sean Atlas smashing a light tube over Crow’s back!] “And slowly tear you down! He takes another life!” [Crow jumps off the top of the HIAC and hits an Evenflow Moonsault on Sean Atlas!] “To feed his bloody lust! A random crime spree attack!” [Va’aiga hits a Maori Drop on the ladder, crushing Tryst underneath!] ‘There's no random at all!” ... The song slows down again... ... “...scream...” AND BREAKS BACK INTO THE BRUTAL RIFF! “DEEEAAAADDD CITY NNIIIIGGGGHHHHTTTTTTSSSSSSS! ANOTHER DAUGHTER'S DONE!” “Another victim of circumstance!” [Manson leaps off a ladder, turning in mid-air and plants Dace with the Tornado Double Arm DDT!] “She took the wrong way home!” CAN YOU HEAR THE SCCCCRRRREEEEAAAAAMMMMSSSS!? THE MUSIC OF THE DEAD!? [Va’aiga lifts a ladder onto his shoulders and hits an ELECTRIC CHAIR SUPLEX ON THE LADDER! Causing Tryst to go FLYING to the outside!] “A ritual of broken flesh! Anoints the silver blade!” “NO ONE LIVES FOREVER!!!! THERE IS NO FOREVER!!!!!” [Viktor Tarakanov hits the GORE on Christian Blackwell!] “And I'll tell you why...” [Various wrestlers, all bloodied and battered screaming out in pain.] “Raaaagggeee... rage soothes the pain...” [Crazed faces, Crow clawing at the HIAC ring...] “Paaaaiiiiinnnn, pain soothes the rage...” [Va’aiga screaming “MY HOUSE!”] ... [sean Atlas screaming in agony while stuck in the Sharpshooter!] “PPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN!” [Crow wrenching on the concrete after having been hit with a glass light tube.] “PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!” [The Antichrist Superstar stands in the crucifix pose beside the flames... ] The song dies out and a final explosion of pyrotechnics launches the crowd into a frenzy of wild cheers! *BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!* ... *WWWWWWHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRR!* *BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!* The camera swivels like crazy around to various sections of the crowd, all of them jumping around in anticipation for a spectacular night of wrestling! The camera has its fun for a little while, show casing various signs in the crowd, including... “CROW IS MY DRUG!” “MANSON BEINGZ STYLISH GOTH HOMIES YO!” “THIS IS MY DAMN HOUSE, YOU STUPID MAORI!” “FLESHER MOUTH’S IS ACTUALLY AN ANUS!” amongst others. A cut to a wide shot of the SJL squared circle, a fine structure that is not too hard but not too bouncy, but just right. Pan over to the commentary position, where fabled SJL commentators “The Lord of the Shed” Axis and “The Ladies Man” the Suicide King sit waiting for the camera to fix on them. “Welcome fans, to S! J! L! WWWWWRRRAAAAAAAATTTTTHHHHHHHH!!! Coming to you, LIVE from Long Island, New York in the great Nassau Colliseum! And what a fantastic show we have lined up for you tonight! King, would you do the honours?” “I sure as hell won’t, Axis!” “I thought so. We have 5 matches lined up for tonight’s show, firstly a number one contendership match for the SJL Television Title between David Blazenwing and Syndicate. Secondly we have a Television Title match between the newly crowned champion Charlie “Grappler” Matthews and Leo Breslin. Should be a good showing from these two men. King, thoughts?” “Well the Grappler has got his hands on some gold, and what a deserving champion he is! Sticking to his code!” “Sticking to his code, King? Are you an idiot or just have a short memory?” “What? What’d I say?” “I see...” But before Axis can finish what he is saying, he is cut off by... “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 SOOOUUUULLLL!” Soilwork’s thrash metal hit “Natural Born Chaos” explodes through the arena speakers and whips the New York crowd into a gigantic roar of cheers! A moment later, emerging from behind the entrance curtain with Smartmarks Junior Leagues World Heavyweight Title on his shoulder is... The Antichrist Superstar, Crow! “It’s Crow, King!” “I know, moron! And thank god he arrived when he did, otherwise our viewers would have changed the channel because of your boring intro.” He stands on the stage, unlit cigarette in his mouth, gold zippo lighter in hand. To the climaxing music, Crow ignites the lighter... and sets off two flaming rows down the side of the ramp! He lights the Dunhill Red in his mouth and takes a large drag, which he inhales very quickly. Crow cocks his head to the right, and then to the left... and then throws it back whilst exhaling and throwing his arms horizontal in the crucifix pose! He smirks and then walks down to the ring as the crowd begins to chant, “WE ARE VICTIMS! *clap clap clap!* WE ARE VICTIMS!”. “The crowd certainly showing love for their World Champion tonight, especially after his sensational win over Sean Atlas only a few nights ago at the ‘Bringin’ Da Funk~!’ pay per view event!” “That was an amazing match, Axis. It was epic to say the very least.... there was fire, glass, chairs, tables and soooo much DAMN blood! Thus, I enjoyed it thoroughly.” The Antichrist Superstar slowly strides up the steel steps, climbs through the second and third ropes and steps into the ring. He walks over to the other side of the ring and leans over the ropes with arm extended, asking for the microphone. The smartly dressed Funyon obliges and turns the microphone on whilst walking over to Crow and placing it in his hand. Crow brushes some ash off of his black button up shirt and begins to speak... “And so, here we are tonight in New York. I must say, as always, it’s a pleasure to be here in this fine city and this fine state...” The crowd cheers for the nice words about their city, but Crow shifts his eyes from side to side... and places his index finger vertical on his lips, calling for silence. “But I must let it be known that I am not here for pleasure, in fact, I am here for a rather vicious reason. Recently, my apartment, my home, my abode was trashed. My furniture, my food, my belongings and all of my most personal possessions were either broken into pieces or burnt into a crisp. I have no idea who did this to me, or why they this to me... but mark my words, if you are watching, you will pay and you will pay with your life.” Crow’s long black hair falls in front of his face, and he immediately flicks it away while the crowd cheers for his threat. “Furthermore, I need to address someone. Someone in this arena tonight, someone who is wrestling tonight... someone who is facing me for the World Heavyweight Title on Metal. This someone is a wrestler recently returned, and his name is Manson.” ‘Boooooooo!’ shouts the crowd at the mention of the name. “Now who is this Manson guy? I actually hadn’t heard of him until I found out he was number one contender to MY title. So Manson, if you would be so kind, would you please come out here? I want to ask you a couple of questions.” Crow stands in the ring, tapping his foot, waiting for the appearance of Manson. A small amount of time passes and Crow and the crowd are getting restless. “Hello? Mr Manson, is there a problem backstage? Got your dick caught in a zipper or something?” The crowd laughs, but Crow does not, he grows angrier and angrier every second that passes. No music sounds and no signs of Manson coming out can be seen or heard. The Antichrist Superstar brings the microphone back up to his lips and says in a frustrated tone... “I’m not one for games, Manson. Hurry your fuckin’ punk ass up before I come back there and kick your ass!” All of the sudden the Smarktron fizzles with static and eventually reveals the smirking face of Manson, standing in front of what seems to be a locker room door. But whose locker room door, it is not known, as Manson’s being covers up the nametag. “Crow, you talk too much for my liking. I have a problem, you want to ask me some questions... about what exactly? My life, my appearance... my style of wrestling? All you need to know is that I have a mind that knows how to hurt and torment, and more importantly, knows how to hurt and torment YOU!” “Wait wait wait... hurt and torment me? You have no idea what I’ve been through, Manson. I have dealt with things that normal men would cower away from, did you not see Bringin’ Da Funk~!’s main event match? The most agonising match I have ever participated in, but I survived... but not only did I survive, I retained my title belt and beat the one who was thought unbeatable. If I can beat Sean Atlas, probably the most promising talent the JL has ever seen, what chance do you think you have!?” Manson’s eyes grow cold and smirk fades from his mouth, his long black hair drapes on the side of his face... “Boy, I doubt your intelligence more and more with every word you speak! If you weren’t so ignorant, you would have realised that I beat the man that you have never beaten at Bringin’ Da Funk~! You have never beaten Dace Night! But I did! I sent him off to the SWF with a loss! And now, I look to send you into the pits of hell with a loss! I will sacrifice my body and anything in my life to take that belt from you, and I will do it! Just you wait for it, Crow... on Metal... one on one, you and I, in the squared circle. Now get away, you bother me.” Crow merely laughs in response and is about to make a reply, but before he can, the voice of Manson interrupts. “Oh... and Crow?” Manson moves out of the way of the locker room door, and reveals the name... “CROW” “Come and get me...” The Antichrist Superstar’s eyes grow wide as Manson breaks the locker room door down, charges inside and begins throwing various pieces of furniture around. Crow quickly runs out of the ring and backstage. “My god, King! Manson is destroying Crow’s locker room! And Crow’s run backstage to stop him!” “... Well duh, Axis.” The camera cuts backstage to see Crow running down the corridor, the cameraman follows Crow into his locker room... *THWACK!* “Oooooooooooohhhh!!!” MANSON COMES OUT OF NO WHERE AND SIDESWIPES CROW WITH A STEEL CHAIR! The Antichristian Phenomenon’s head almost breaks off with the blow, and Manson, not being the merciful type, continues to lay the beat down on Crow. Referees quickly flood into the locker room and rip Manson away from Crow... "And Crow has been busted WIDE open by the steel chair! Blood is now streaming down his face!" "Ooh hoo hoo! I can’t wait for that title match, Axis! It’s going to be good!" The Antichrist Superstar is helped back to his feet by EMTs... he glares at Manson, who is being kept back by security. Crow’s eyes begin to glow orange, almost like they flaming... Wrath fades to the first commercial break while the two men scream abuse at each other. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Thoth Report post Posted May 5, 2003 I am the fire, and the wind, and I see that I can see, and my blade... my blade... my blade... Know what I mean? SJL WRATH #1 CONTENDERSHIP - SJL TELEVISION TITLE TABLES MATCH David Blazenwing vs. Syndicate Description: Blazenwing was unsuccessful in winning the TV title at Bringin' the Funk. Don't worry, my formerly masked friend. You've beaten Syndicate once, and you'll get another title shot if you can do it again. But since you've already faced each other, we'll shake things up a little... how about a table match. Rules: DQ and countout are not in effect. You must put your opponent through a table to win the match. SJL TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP Charlie "Grappler" Matthews © vs. Leo Breslin Description: Matthews survived three other competitors in finally wresting the TV title away from John Duran. No rest for the weary here as he puts the belt on the line against Leo Breslin, who, though unsuccessful, looked good at the PPV. Rules: Standard. SINGLES MATCH Manson vs. Terry Wayne Description: Manson is the next #1 contender to the SJL World Title, or so I'm told. He prepares himself with a match against the Dark Rebel, who we're giving one more booking as we're not sure if he's still around. Rules: Standard. STEEL PIPE CHALLENGE Va'aiga vs. Viktor Tarakanov Description: It's the Badass Maori vs. the Russian Red Rage! These two promising contenders are looking to get hardcore, and here's their chance! But after Va'aiga's devastating injuries at the PPV, will the future World title challenger be able to hold his own against Tarakanov? Rules: No DQ or countout in effect. Though technically a hardcore match, only steel pipes are encouraged as weapons. MAIN EVENT HANDICAP MATCH Christian Blackwell vs. John Duran & Kaine Description: John Duran and Kaine are both viable challengers to Christian Blackwell's European title. John Duran lost the TV title at the PPV but is looking to bounce back strong. Here's the deal. If John Duran and Kaine win, then whoever gets the pinfall will get a European title shot on Crimson. If Blackwell wins, then JLCC will choose his next contender, but Blackwell will be allowed to name his own stipulation. Can Duran and Kaine coexist here, or will they be battling amongst themselves for a chance at a win? Rules: Tornado style handicap match - Duran and Kaine do not have to tag in and out. However, they are expected to write separate matches. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Thoth Report post Posted May 5, 2003 .:Axis:. The next match at hand is an interesting one, because the only way to win it is to put your opponent through a table. .:Suicide King:. Look at all the tables, Axis! It looks like the SJL is setting up for a church social. Speaking of setting up, the SJL “Bringin’ The Funk” Pay-per-view had an awesome set. I miss the shag carpet! Bring back the shag carpet! The camera shows ringside, where the barrier surrounding the wrestling ring is surrounded with usable tables. There are other weapons underneath the ring as well. Ding ding ding! .:Funyon:. Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is a Table match to determine the #1 Contender to the SJL TV Championship! The rules are simple. Each wrestler is welcome to use any weapons or anything else deemed necessary to earn victory. However, the only way to win this contest is to put your opponent through the table using any means you wish. The lights in the arena black out as Motorhead's "The Game" hits the SmarkTron and David Blazenwing comes out to a huge pop. Green spotlights begin circulating around the crowd. He tosses his hands into the Blazenwing pose on the stage, then drops them, igniting the stage in a shower of pyro. .:Funyon:. On his way first to the ring, weighing in at 270 pounds, from Oak Creek, Wisconsin, he is The Phoenix………. DAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVID BLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZENWING!!! David slides into the ring on his stomach, then hits all four turnbuckles for another pop each time. .:Axis:. David went for the TV gold in two consecutive outings and lost both times. Can he pull out a win tonight and earn one more shot at the belt? .:Suicide King:. He had two chances and he blew them both! He should know when to step aside and let someone else have a chance! Several blasts of red pyro fire up from across the stage as “Raise Up” by Saliva kicks into action, Syndicate stepping through the smoke and sparks as he makes his way to the ring to the cheers of the crowd, Funyon beginning the introductions. .:Funyon:. And his opponent, weighing in at 239 pounds, from Portland, Oregon…………. SYYYYYYYYYYYYYNNNNNNNNNNNNDICATE!!! As Funyon finishes his intro, Syndicate slides into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, raising his arms to the cheers of the crowd before hopping down and focusing on the match at hand. .:Axis:. Now this Syndicate has had a great showing in the SJL, but his effort seems to be a bit lacking as of late. .:Suicide King:. He’s great, Axis! You’re just in love with David Blazenwing. Ding! The match begins. David and Syndicate immediately roll out of the ring and grab tables, then roll back into the ring. Syndicate starts setting up his table when David nails a sickening spear from out of nowhere, driving Syndicate into a turnbuckle and knocking his table out of the ring. David walks back over to his side of the ring and sets up his table near the corner. He runs towards Syndicate in the corner and he dives out of the way and rolls onto the floor at the last second, leaving David to run face first into the turnbuckle and fall to the mat. With both David and Syndicate down, the table already set up in the ring stands silently in its spot, serving as an excited reminder of what was still to come in the match-up. .:Axis:. King, this match is intense! Which one of these two superstars has what it takes to win the table match and go for the gold next week? .:Suicide King:. Axis! Shut up! I’m trying to watch the match! David and Syndicate slowly rise to their feet, then begin pounding on one another with hard punches. Syndicate punches David in the jaw and David knees Syndicate in the gut, then scoops Syndicate’s head underneath his own arm and drops his face into the canvas. .:Axis:. PHOENIX RISING!!! PHOENIX RISING!!! PHOENIX RI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-ISING!!!!!! .:Suicide King:. God, Axis! We heard you the first time! .:Axis:. If this match counted pinfalls, it would already be over. .:Suicide King:. In this match, the only way to beat your opponent is to put them through a table… and that hasn’t been done yet! David jumps back up with a kip-up, looks down at his opponent and grins with a psychotic look growing on his face. He picks Syndicate up by his arms, heaves him into the air, and places him on top of the table. David looks over to the turnbuckle and points, then hops over to it and leaps onto the top-rope RVD-style. David tosses his hands up in the air, then lets out a crazed scream and leaps off the top with a money shot, landing right on his target. Syndicate gets plowed through the table which he is resting on. Ding ding ding! Funyon: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner and the #1 Contender to the TV title… DAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVID BLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZENWING!!! The crowd sits in shock over the incredibly short match they just witnessed and can’t believe it is already over. .:Suicide King:. I can’t believe it’s already over! That was what, all of an entire minute long? .:Axis:. You’re right. This may be the quickest match in SJL history, and certainly the fastest Table match on record. I wonder if Syndicate knows he already lost? .:Suicide King:. I doubt he knows anything right now… he isn’t even moving from that vicious table shot! The referee for the contest, Eddy Long, helps the winner to his feet and grabs David Blazenwing’s hand, lifting it into the air as Syndicate lies through the middle of the broken table, not moving an inch. .:Axis:. This was a squash match, King. As a result of this, on the next program, Blazenwing will face the winner of the Charlie “Grappler” Matthews / Leo Breslin TV title match coming up next. .:Suicide King:. We’ve got more SJL action coming your way, so don’t go anywhere! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Thoth Report post Posted May 5, 2003 Axis: Let's head backstage, where Ben Hardy is standing with the NEW SJL Television Champion, Charlie Matthews, and the ever-present James Matheson. Ben Hardy, standing with a microphone looking goofy as ever, is standing next to the towering physique of Charlie Matthews, and James Matheson at his side holding the Television Championship. Hardy: "Charlie Matthews, congratulations on winning the SJL Television Championship at Bringing the Funk last week. However, your methods of winning the title…well, they flat out-" Matthews puts his hand up against the mouth of Hardy, cutting him off in mid-sentence. Matheson takes the microphone, however. Matheson: "Flat-out what? Flat-out WON THE TITLE, which is what he did. I saw absolutely nothing wrong with the methods Charlie Matthews used to claim victory against John Duran. That Powerbomb is just so deadly, everyone must succumb to it. That's all, baby." However, Charlie Matthews looks on, forlorn at the memory of Bringin the Funk. He requests the microphone from his manager. Matthews: "No. James, I did something wrong. Last week I did something that I never should have done. I……broke……my code. No, wait. I didn't break my code. Mr. Matheson, YOU broke my code. You and your brainwashing techniques! You led me to believe that using a steel chair was the road to success for me! But it wasn't! It just made me feel worse…and worse…and worse…until tonight! Tonight I am NOT being myself! And to top it all off I have a match against none other than my old enemy Leo Breslin!" Matheson snatches the microphone away from Charlie, leaving him with a confused look on his face. Matheson: "NO! Charlie, how was using that weapon NOT the road of success? You WON the match. You WON the Television Championship! In just your THIRD SJL match! HOW is that wrong?! Yes, you broke your code of honor, and now you're in denial about it. Deal with it. It's done and over with. Tonight, we have Leo Breslin. Go out there and kick his BUTT once again, using WHATEVER METHODS NECESSARY. Let's get out of here." Matheson grabs Charlie Matthews by the arm and leads him out of camera view, with Ben Hardy nodding to the camera as we go back to the action. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Thoth Report post Posted May 5, 2003 The camera pans around the capacity-crowd of the Nassau Coliseum in Long Island, New York as we are LIVE for SJL Wrath! The camera goes across rows of screaming fans holding signs, including a GIGANTIC "Unholy Trinity" sign, a "How did Quiet Death die?" sign, and "James Matheson – shut the hell up!" as we go over to our commentators for the evening, Axis and Suicide King. Unfortunately, they are NOT decked out in the same attire they had at Bringin' the Funk~! Axis: Well King, we have a NEW number one contender to the Television Championship after that great Tables Match…but who will he face? King: We're about to find out! Tonight, it's a rematch of rematches, as, for the third time in less than a month, Leo Breslin goes one-on-one with Charlie Matthews! Axis: Matthews got the better of both encounters, including the bigger one this past week at SJL Bringing the Funk, where he was crowned the Television Champion. He outlasted not only Leo Breslin, but Blazenwing and defending champion John Duran. His first title defense is none other than Leo Breslin. King: Breslin looked very strong at the pay-per-view, and he hopes to cut the Title reign of Charlie Matthews off at the legs. Let's see how well he actually does. Funyon: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall, and it is for the SMARKS JUNIOR LEAGUE TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!" "All My Life" by the Foo Fighters blares out of the Nassau Coliseum and the crowd jumps to their feet as BOOM! Pyro shoots off at the entryway, and Leo Breslin walks out of the curtain to a big ovation from the Long Island fans. Funyon: "Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Cleveland, Ohio and weighing in at 230 pounds, this is LEOOOOOOOO BRESSSSSSSLIIIIIIIIN~!!!!!" He power-walks to the ring, where he slides in, and leaps into the air a few times as BOOM~! Pyro shoots off from the turnbuckles and the music stops. Leo does a few more leaps in the ring before resting back on the ring ropes as he awaits his opponent. The house lights dim and the crowd show their displeasure, as they know what's approaching next. Sure enough, the towering Charlie "Grappler" Matthews stalks out from behind the curtain, with the SJL Television Championship fastened around his waist. James Matheson follows closely behind him, wearing a lime-green suit with matching bow tie. Funyon: "Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Kansas City, Missouri, and weighing in at 299 pounds, accompanied by James Matheson, this is your Smarks Junior League World Television Champion, Charlie "Grappler" Matthews." Grappler continues his stride to the ring, as he walks up the ring steps and enters through the middle rope. Matheson follows behind him, and as Matthews raises his arms in the air, much to the disdain of the crowd, James comes behind him and takes off the Championship belt, holding onto it for safe keeping. He scurries out of the ring as Matthews begins to size up the familiar opponent. Referee Matt Kivell signals for the bell to begin the contest. *DING DING DING* Axis: And we are underway! Will Charlie Matthews continue his momentum, or will Breslin score a presumable upset tonight? King: All my money is going on Charlie Matthews. There's no way he's going to let his title reign get cut short. Matthews and Breslin meet in the center of the ring, staring each other down. After about ten seconds, Matthews brings his hand into the air and backs up a few inches, signaling for only one thing… Axis: Charlie Matthews is calling for a test of strength! When was the last time THAT happened? Breslin, cautiously, brings his hand into the air, and after some trepidation, locks fingers with Matthews. Their other hands then meet and interlock, as they grip each others' hands tightly and begin to flex their muscles. King: Here we go! My question is why did Breslin take this challenge? He's giving up 70 pounds to the Television Champion! Charlie easily uses his strength to push Breslin down to a knee, and then simply lets go of the hold. Breslin gets to his feet with a look of surprise, as Grappler backs away from the challenger. However, the squeaky voice of manager James Matheson can be heard, shouting "GET HIM!! STAY ON HIM!!" at ringside, so Charlie takes a forward charge, with his arm extended, looking for a clothesline. However, Breslin thwarts the attack, ducking under Matthews' outstretched arm. Matthews turns around, only to be met with a flurry of punches to the face by the challenger. Charlie tries to beg off of the burst of energy, but Breslin will have none of it. Leo then locks his left arm around the left arm of Matthews, and spins around to his knees, bringing Matthews flipping over into an armdrag! Embarrassed, Grappler scurries to his feet, but is met with the same maneuver once again! Axis: You can tell Leo Breslin's game plan for this match: it's all about the speed. King: Well, he's going to need it. As we saw earlier, he just CAN'T match power with Charlie Matthews. With the Champion down on the canvas, Breslin wraps his right arm around the inside of Matthews' left arm, executing a simple armbar. Matthews, ever the ring technician, is able to escape this by getting to a knee, then using his leg strength to bring himself to his feet. Although Breslin still has some of the hold in, Matthews brings his right arm over and wraps it around the head of the challenger, in a front face lock. This causes Breslin to break the armbar, giving Grappler total control. Matthews, letting go of the face lock, then rotates to his right side, bringing his left arm around and wrapping it around Leo's head, and squeezing hard. With this headlock on, Matthews then drops to his knees, and brings his left arm over, with Breslin in the headlock, down to the canvas, with the hold still locked in. He cinches on the hold, as Breslin valiantly tries to break it. Axis: Wow, you give Charlie Matthews an inch, and he'll take a mile. King: Oh, shut up. For those of you who don't know what the hell Axis is talking about, he's saying that if you try to wrestle with the Grappler, you'll get twice what you bargained for. Axis: A mile is MUCH MORE than twice an inch, King. King: Oh, shut up and call the match. Grappler continues his stronghold on Leo Breslin, and the crowd starts to get restless. However, as Matthews leans back while holding onto the headlock, Leo Breslin sees an opportunity, and using a free hand, pushes on the lower back of Charlie, which in turn brings his shoulders down to the canvas as referee Kivell drops down to count! ONE! TW-Kickout. Axis: Matthews kicked out with ease there, King. King: Obviously. This guy is used to going 60-minutes with guys like…um… Axis: Like? He can brag about old-school wrestling all he wants, but he's never actually done any of it. The pinfall forced Matthews to break the headlock, however, as he gets to his feet, followed by Breslin. Matthews rears back, and swinging his left arm forward, plants his palm on the chest of Breslin. *SMACK* "Wooo~!" Breslin stumbles backwards from the impact of the open-hand chop, but ducks under a second, lumbering blow, and as Grappler turns around to meet his opponent, Leo sends his arm forward, backhanded, into the chest of Charlie! *CHOP* "Wooo~!" *CHOP* "Wooo~!" *CHOP* "Wooo~!" With Matthews dazed, Leo grabs his left arm, pushes him into the ropes, and whips him to the opposite side of the ring. As Charlie comes bounding back from the ropes, Breslin jumps high into the air, rotates onto his side, and lifts his legs up, bringing his boots high into the face of Charlie Matthews! The impact sends Grappler collapsing to the mat back first. However, before Breslin can do any more damage, Matthews rolls to the bottom rope, and brings himself outside of the ring to regroup with James Matheson! Axis: Oh, come on. A beautiful dropkick by Leo Breslin…but what kind of coward IS Charlie Matthews, anyway? King: He is NO such coward, but an excellent CHAMPION. He's just going to talk strategy with his manager, that's all. Charlie rests his might arm on the shoulder of Matheson to catch a breather. However, inside the ring Matt Kivell begins his ten count. ONE! TWO! THREE! Meanwhile, Matheson holds the Television Championship up to the face of Grappler, screaming "THIS IS WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT, BABY! THIS MATCH IS YOURS!" FOUR! FIVE! Matthews walks around the ringside area, hands on his hips, regaining his stature. Finally, he slides back into the ring on his stomach, ready for action. Leo Breslin is waiting for him, and, starting in a ‘coiled' position, rushes at the Champion. However, Matthews sidesteps the charge, which sends Breslin into the ropes and bounding off. As he comes back, Charlie catches him with a hard kick to the gut, followed by a front face lock. He then puts Leo's arm over his head, and with his free hand grabs the tights of Breslin. He then pulls on the tights, bringing Leo high into the air, upside down. He holds him there for what seems like an eternity. King: One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…ten… CRASH! Charlie Matthews then falls backwards, bringing Breslin down with him. King: Would you believe that? TEN SECONDS in the air for that Vertical Suplex! Charlie Matthews is the MAN. Tenaciously, Matthews doesn't give Breslin time to recover, as he brings him up off the canvas for another offensive onslaught. Once Breslin is brought to his feet, Grappler brings him to his side, facing the opposite direction, and wraps his arms around the midsection of Leo. Locking his hands together, he then lifts Breslin into the air and falls backwards, bringing him over in a GUTWRENCH suplex. Once AGAIN, showing traits of a pit-bull, Grappler brings Leo to his feet, and this time turns him around, so he's facing the back. He wraps his arms around Breslin's body, clasping his hands for a waistlock. He then arches backwards, bringing Leo right over onto his neck and shoulders in a GERMAN suplex. Axis: What a frenzy of wrestling maneuvers by Charlie Matthews! King: Just shut up and watch, Axis. You're witnessing a wrestling CLINIC here by the defending Television Champion. After this onslaught, Matthews, up to his knees, goes over to the fallen Leo Breslin and falls on top of him with a lateral press as Matthew Kivell counts: ONE~! TWO~!!!! KICKOUT! Axis: As strong as Charlie Matthews is, Leo Breslin won't go that easily. He should know that by now. King: Axis, you should know this: Matthews utilizes pinfalls early in the match to wear down his opponent. He doesn't expect a quick victory. It's all about the game…plan. Matthews stands back in the corner and shares a few words with James Matheson as he lets Leo Breslin use the ropes to get to his feet. Once he does, however, Matthews grabs the head of Leo and puts it down, before bringing his left arm up into the air, and bringing the arm down across the back of Breslin in a clubbing blow. With Leo momentarily dazed, Matthews puts the head of Leo between his legs and raises his arms high into the air, fists clenched. King: IT'S POWERBOMB TIME~! Grappler wraps his arms around the waist of Breslin…but Leo, grabbing the legs of Charlie and standing up, sends the champion up and flipping over to the mat with a back body drop! Matthews hustles to his feet, trying to avoid being shown-up. However, Breslin is one step ahead of him, backing into the ropes and charging forward, lowering his shoulder, and driving it right into the ribs of Grappler, sending him down to the mat with a SPEAR! Axis: YES! Don't count Leo Breslin out of this match yet, folks! King: Oh, I won't…for now. Just because he had a burst of adrenaline doesn't mean he's not going to win the Television Championship here tonight. Breslin gets up off the mat, and raises his arm into the air, getting a big reaction from the Long Island fans. Breslin then walks between the middle ropes, onto the apron, and then puts his foot on the second turnbuckle, bringing himself up to the top. Meanwhile, Grappler uses the adjacent turnbuckle to bring himself to his feet and as he turns around, Breslin leaps off with what looks to be a double axe handle blow, but as he comes down, Charlie extends his arms and catches Breslin on his way down, wraps his arms tightly, and squeezes. King: Wait for it…wait for it…wait for it… TIME FOR THE BEARHUG~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Instinctively, the crowd IMMEDIATELY begins a rousing "BOOOOOOOORING!" chant, much to the chagrin of Charlie Matthews and James Matheson. However, this only fuels the Champion's fire, as he squeezes even harder on the hold. Breslin's face is twisted into a mask of pain, as he slowly, but surely, starts to drift out of his state of consciousness. The crowd alternates the anti-Matthews "BORING!" chant with a "Let's Go Breslin (clap-clap-clapclapclap)" chant to fuel the challenger. However, noticing Leo's lack of movement, referee Matt Kivell grabs the arm of Breslin and raises it into the air to begin to check for the submission. Axis: I hate to admit it, but damnit, that Bearhug sure does work when it comes to wearing down an opponent… King: WHAT HAVE I BEEN TELLING YOU SINCE DAY ONE?! Of COURSE it does. Axis: …but we're at a minute and a HALF already! Come ON! THE ARM DROPS ONCE~! THE ARM DROPS TWICE~!!!!!!!!!!! THE ARM DROPS THRICE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Axis: NO!!! WAIT!!! Breslin JUST lifts his arm up! He is STILL in this match! The crowd begins to stomp in unison, which seemingly brings Breslin back to life as he starts to shake his fists and begin to try and break the hold! He begins peppering the Champion with right handed fists to the face, but as soon as Matthews looks like he's going to release the pressure, he simply picks Breslin off the mat, rotates, bringing Breslin through the air, and sends him CRASHING to the mat in a side belly-to-belly suplex. Axis: What a counter! Breslin was looking to break the hold there, but it didn't work! King: And would you look at this! Matthews *STILL* has a modified bearhug locked in! Yes! Indeed, Matthews tenaciously keeps his hands locked in the bearhug, but since he's on the canvas, he decides to double the pressure by wrapping his muscular legs around Breslin's body, crossing them at his lower back! Axis: Double submission now, as he has a bearhug AND a body scissors! How in the hell will Breslin escape this hold?! King: That's the thing, Axis. He WON'T. Breslin really begins to show signs of both pain and fatigue, as the crowd continues to clap for the challenger for the Television Championship. Meanwhile, James Matheson tries to shut the fans up, threatening one obese lady in the front row, to no avail. Axis: Say, isn't that one of Tom Flesher's old flames? King: Oh, now you're taking shots at the SWF Champion. And by the way, I own his ass. On the canvas, Breslin has easier access to break the hold, as he is close to the ropes. With seemingly his last bit of energy, he slowly slides, using his legs to propel him… BRESLIN GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE! Axis: Finally! The hold is broken and we can move on with this match. That may have been one of the longest bearhugs in SWF/JL history, if not the longest. Matthews lets go of the hold and stands in the turnbuckle corner, waiting for Breslin to make it to his feet. Breslin uses the ropes to get up, and once he does, he leans on them for support. Seeing this as an advantage, Grappler charges at Breslin, and leaps into the air, turning slightly sideways, with his knee leading the way…but Breslin sidesteps the high knee, and Matthews lands crotch-first on the top rope! Axis: Oh my! Matthews overshoots the high knee, and now he's caught himself in a very uncomfortable predicament. King: It's ok…the Champ will dig himself out of this mess…somehow…someway. Before Charlie CAN find a way out, Breslin grabs the crotched Grappler by the head, and wraps his right arm around the throat of his opponent. He then drops down, which unwraps Matthews' legs from the ropes, but sends him crashing down to the mat head-first! Axis: REVERSE DDT! Breslin could be on to something here! Matthews staggers to his feet, a bit dazed, and runs at Breslin, who is situated in a corner, but the challenger has a plan, as he moves out of the way of the charge, and Grappler goes crashing head-first into the turnbuckle. Matthews backs out, even more groggy, only to feel the arms of Breslin wrap around his body in a waistlock, in which Breslin then arches backwards, unwrapping his hands and sending Grappler AGAIN right to the mat on his neck! Axis: And a release German suplex! With these moves focusing on the neck of the champion, you have to believe Breslin will be going for some sort of crossface. King: Oh…well…Matthews still has a lot of breathing room. Hell…people like him are made wrestling what it is today. Axis: You're getting desperate, aren't you? With Grappler on his stomach, Breslin rushes over, and at the side of Matthews, wraps his forearms around the head of the Champion, and then wrenching it upwards, locking his fingers to complete the CROSSFACE! The crowd is going crazy, chanting "TAP! TAP! TAP!" And Matthews has his hand raised above the canvas…about to bring it down, when- Axis: What the hell?! James Matheson is on the apron distracting the referee! King: Oh, all he's doing is telling Kivell that it's an illegal submission hold…and hey, I wouldn't doubt it! This man has extensive wrestling knowledge! Seeing his submission hold is now all for naught, Breslin lets go of the crossface, and targets the pesky gnat that just won't go away. Leo shoves Kivell out of the way, grabs Matheson by the collar of his expensive jacket, and flips him over the ropes, bringing him into the ring the hard way! Matheson quickly tries to beg off, but Breslin will have none of it. He yanks James up to his feet, and Leo puts his hands under the arms of the manager, lifting him up into the air and sending him crashing down to the canvas! Axis: SKY HIGH ON JAMES MATHESON! HELL YES! HE FINALLY GETS WHAT HE DESERVES! However, Charlie Matthews is up, and he immediately brings his arms down in a hammer-like blow across the back of Breslin, saving his manager. Matheson scurries out of the ring, and grabs the Television Championship from the timekeeper's table. Meanwhile, Grappler grabs the dazed Breslin and sticks the challenger's head between the massive Champion's legs. He locks his hands around the midsection of Leo, and in one smooth motion, uses his strength to power Leo up into the air, into a sitting position on the shoulders of Grappler… King: Look! James Matheson just slid the TV Title into the ring! Axis: And it's right in position for where Breslin is going to land! …and sends him crashing down to the canvas with the POWERBOMB ON THE TELEVISION TITLE BELT~! Matthews, noticing the belt and thinking quickly, slides the belt out of the ring to Matheson, out of the view of Matt Kivell. Grappler then lies on top of Breslin perpendicularly, in a lateral press, as Kivell jumps into position… ONE~!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOO~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* Axis: That's it! Matthews has done it again! But for the second time, his mode of victory was questionable! King: Questionable? Bah. All Matheson was trying to do was give the belt to the referee. Grappler just happened to be too fast with the Powerbomb, and Breslin just happened to land on the title. No biggy. Axis: No biggy? It cost him the match! King: Like Breslin WOULDN'T have succumbed to the mighty Powerbomb. Funyon: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and still Smarks Junior League Television Champion, Charlie ‘Grappler' Matthews." Axis: Well, any way you look at it, that ending was debatable. Breslin is owed another shot sometime in the future. King: Why, because he lost again? Axis: NO! Because of that damn James Matheson and his cheating ways. How will Grappler react THIS time? In any event, Grappler quickly rolls out of the ring to avoid any other confrontation, giving Matheson a big hug and grabbing his Television Championship, hoisting it high into the air as the two walk backstage. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Thoth Report post Posted May 5, 2003 Axis: The next match features Manson versus Terry Wayne and OH MY FUCKING JESUS GOD WE ARE BLEEDING OUT OF OUR EYES, NOSTRILS AND MOUTH AND WE ARE DYING And Axis and Suicide King died. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Thoth Report post Posted May 5, 2003 Axis: Well coming up next, two fine athletes and a whole host of steel to hit each other with. I'm not sure either of these two great athletes need the hardware to hurt each other, the Sambo expert Tarakanov and the double tough Va'aiga. Funyon: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a STEEL PIPE match, in which there is to be no disqualifications or countouts. Suicide King: This is going to be brutal, Axis. Just brutal. Funyon: Introducing first, fighting out of Rotorua, New Zealand, he tips the scales at 285lbs… he is the Maori Badass, a member of the Unholy Trinity and the #1 contender to the SJL World Heavyweight Title.. he is VAAAAAA'AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGAAAAAAAAA The arena drops to darkness, as Va'aiga's shadow appears in the entranceway, dressed in his hooded training top with the hood down. Pryo fires off as the first "SLAM!" of "Slam (The Remix)" by Onyx & Biohazard hits, and Gold strobe lights pierce the darkness of the entrance ramp as Va'aiga begins his slow walk to the ring, throwing a few phantom jabs on the way. The Smarktron shows images of Va'aiga shadow boxing and posing, cut with some of his biggest in ring hits - Maori Dropping Thor, the chairshot on Spike Jenkins, Maori Dropping John Duran, staring off with Janus, Maori Dropping Spike Jenkins... Inside the ring Va'aiga rolls down his hood and raises his fists to the crowd, then takes off his top and throws it to a ring assistant before firing off the Maori handsign. Axis: Look at all the tape on Va'aiga's arm, and the stitching on his face. Suicide King: After that brutal ladder match, can we expect the big Maori to last long, Axis? I mean he got hurt claiming that tile shot. Hurt and hurt BAD. Funyon: And his opponent, fighting out of Astrakhan, Russia… he weighs in tonight at 280lbs and stands at 6'6 tall… he is the Red Rage…. VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKTOOOOOOOOOOOR TAAAAAARAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAAVOOOOOOOOOOV "Soviet National Anthem" by the Russian Red Army Choir strikes up as a large red pyro explodes on the entrance ramp. As the music continues "The Red Rage” walks down the ramp coolly, checking the tightness of his wrist tape. Viktor approaches the ring and sneers at the crowd before walking up the steel steps and wiping his feet on the ring apron as he steps into the ring. Va'aiga and Tarakanov lock up as the bell rings, matched for size and power equally, and neither man can take even a second of advantage. Tarakanov attempts to outwrestle Va'aiga by moving to a back waist lock, drawing on all his amateur experience, but Va'aiga back elbows his way out of the hold. Va'aiga spins and fires of a quick series of right jabs, staggering Tarakanov back a couple of steps, and allowing himself to smash an elbow into the Rage Rage's ribs, cinching in a side headlock. Va'aiga drapes Viktor's arm over him, looking for a suplex, but Viktor blocks with a leg to prevent himself from going over, then back elbowing Va'aiga to force the massive Maori to loosen the grip of the headlock, allowing Tarakanov to worm himself free. Both men back off a half step and the crowd cheers. Axis: Wow these men are so evenly matched it's scary. Suicide King: Toe to toe and nose to nose. Two big lugs preparing to beat the living tar out of each other. THIS ladies and gentlemen is what professional wrestling is about. Axis: You're being very uncharitable King. Va'aiga is a great athlete and one of our top wrestlers, and Viktor Tarakanov is a Vale Tudo AND Sambo expert. This is more than the big men hugging style you get from OTHER federations. Va'aiga fires a pair of loose shadow blows off, attempting to find his range on Tarakanov but the cunning Russian dives on the arm as Va'aiga fires one closer to his body and takes Va'aiga down, looking for an arm bar. Va'aiga twists his body round and puts a head scissors on Tarakanov, looking to make him release the hold as the pair fight for control on the mat. Tarakanov releases the hold on Va'aiga's arm to allow himself maneuver space to lever himself free from the scissor hold. Given control of the mat position, Tarakanov floats round on top of Va'aiga, picking an ankle, then dropping back into a heel hold. Va'aiga tries to roll the hold, but Tarakanov leaves him stuck fast in the hold. Va'aiga edges toward the ropes as Tarakanov cranks the hold in tight, and Va'aiga is forced to grab on to force the break. Axis: Va'aiga is TOTALLY outclassed on the mat here. He needs to keep this as a stand up fight. Suicide King: Or go for the pipe, Axis. The pair stand up again, Tarakanov with a confident smile on his face, promptly wiped off with a solid right hand from Va'aiga. The Maori Badass grabs for an arm of Tarakanov and whips the Red Rage into the ropes. Va'aiga shapes for a shoulder block, as does the Red Rage, and the pair simply bounce off each other. Tarakanov grabs for an arm of Va'aiga, and he whips the massive Maori into the ropes, and the pair return and bounce off each other again. Tarakanov growls, expecting the Maori Badass to drop to the floor, but Va'aiga stays rock solid on his feet. Axis: You know Tarakanov is having trouble dealing with the fact that Va'aiga isn't falling over as easily as his average opponent would. Suicide King: Isn't Va'aiga having that problem too? Axis: Having faced Thor and Janus, I think Va'aiga knows what he's up against. Va'aiga grabs for Tarakanov's arm again and looks for another whip but this time, taking heed from his lack of control in the shoulder block exchanges, Va'aiga shifts the motion of the whip and smashes a hard short-arm lariat across the throat of the muscular Russian. Tarakanov falls down to the mat and Va'aiga follows him down with a lightning fast elbow drop, and a hook of the leg… ONE! TW… and Tarakanov rolls up a shoulder. Axis: Not even two there for Va'aiga. Suicide King: It's going to take more than a lariat to put down the Red Rage, you can be sure of that. Va'aiga allows Tarakanov space to stand, looking to keep the battle as a stand up fight. Va'aiga fires off a pair of body shots and grabs for an arm again, slipping under Tarakanov, looking for a back suplex. Va'aiga levers Tarakanov over and drops the big Russian back first onto the mat, and Viktor decides to take a powder, rolling out of the ring. Va'aiga slides under the bottom rope, chasing out after Tarakanov as the Russian appears to lose concentration and duck down, but Tarakanov spins round and strikes Va'aiga with one of the provided STEEL PIPES! Axis: Tarakanov did well to conceal that he picked up weapon there. Suicide King: He set the trap, and the Maori Badass waltzed straight into it. Tarakanov smashes the pipe into Va'aiga's ribs with a huge crushing swing, then moves alongside the Maori Badass and, holding the pipe across Va'aiga's throat, hits a modified Side Russian Legsweep into the ring apron! Va'aiga bounces off the hardwood and slumps down to the protective mats outside the ring, and Tarakanov seizes the opportunity to fire off a series of stomps to the Maori's head. Axis: It looks like Tarakanov has re-opened that cut from the ladder match, King. Suicide King: That's a bad, BAD thing for the big Maori. I mean we were up close to that match, Axis, we saw how deep that cut was. Axis: I'm still not sure how he finished that match. Tarakanov picks Va'aiga up by the tights and slams him against the ring apron again. Firing off a pair of powerful punches to Va'aiga's bloodied cranium Tarakanov makes sure that Va'aiga is stunned enough not not move before backing up a few paces and hitting a MASSIVE Russian Spear into Va'aiga's ribs. Va'aiga slumps down and Tarakanov drops to the mount position and ground and pounds away at Va'aiga. Suicide King: He's throwing closed fist punches. That's using the stipulations to your favour. Axis: Not that a normal match would stop a shooter like Tarakanov from throwing closed fist punches if he could get away with it. Suicide King: Go with what you know, that's how it works. Tarakanov gets up and unceremoniously slings Va'aiga back into the ring, following him in with a pipe. The Red Rage drops to cover, hooking a leg with two hands and the use of the pipe and Matthew Kivell drops to count again…. ONE! TWO! TH… and Va'aiga kicks out. Tarakanov smashes Va'aiga with the pipe again in frustration and drops for a second cover attempt… ONE! TWO! TH.. And Va'aiga powers out. The crowd cheers the kick out and a small "VAY-ING-UH” chant begins to start around the stadium. Tarakanov turns to the crowd and mouths a "Shut up!” at them before turning back to Va'aiga. The Red Rage picks Va'aiga off the mat by his arm, and whips Va'aiga into the ropes. Tarakanov swings the pipe at Va'aiga on the rebound at head height, but the Maori badass ducks the loosely swung blow and rebounds off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Tarakanov goes for the pope shot again, but Va'aiga drops low and hits a BEAUTIFUL running tackle on the big Russian! Va'aiga pops up to his feet. Va'aiga: MY HOUSE! Va'aiga wipes his forehead clean, feeling a little at the reopening cut. And SMILES. Axis: I think that Va'aiga is motivated by the blood to redouble his efforts. Suicide King: I think Va'aiga is in trouble. He HAS to keep himself fresh for that title fight. He'd be better placed just to give up and blame the cut. Axis: You KNOW Va'aiga's too proud for that, King. Suicide King: Or too stupid. Va'aiga waits again for Tarakanov to stand before softening him up slowly with a sequence of body blows, each one pounding into Tarakanov's ribs. Va'aiga grabs for Tarakanov and throws him effortlessly over his own head with an Overhead Belly-to-belly Suplex! The crowd cheers for such a show of strength, and Va'aiga goes straight for Tarakanov again with the same move, again flinging the Red Rage over his head. Va'aiga picks Tarakanov off the mat and applies a standing head scissors, holding the Red Rage there waiting for the crowd anticipation to build. Va'aiga lifts Tarakanov up and sends the Astrakhan native crashing down forcefully to the mat with a MASSIVE release powerbomb. Va'aiga: COME ON! Va'aiga drops down to cover and Matthew Kivell begins the ritual slapping of the canvas, the crowd chanting along. ONE! TWO! TH… and Tarakanov kicks out. Axis: Viktor Tarakanov is showing great fire of his own in this match. The Red Rage is every match for Va'aiga in power and tenacity. Suicide King: Yeah but can he shout meaningless sound bites as well? Va'aiga lifts Tarakanov off the mat and hits a kitchen sink knee lift, bending the Russian double. Va'aiga straightens the Red Rage up again, and grabs for an STO, but Tarakanov given his training in Sambo counters the takedown attempt with a leg wheel, and Va'aiga goes crashing to the mat. Va'aiga quickly recovers before Tarakanov can drop down and get to the mat work, grabbing straight for an arm of Tarakanov's, and he whips the Russian towards the ropes, but Tarakanov do-see-dos and Va'aiga is sent flying himself. Tarakanov stands straight, waiting for the Maori Badass' return, and then locks in a Bearhug! Axis: Tarakanov has a big Russian bearhug locked in on Va'aiga. This could be bad for the Maori Badass. Suicide King: COULD be? I've been in a bearhug many times in my illustrious wrestling career, and it's a strength sapping move of the highest order. Va'aiga is in BIG trouble. Tarakanov locks the bearhug in tight leaving Va'aiga struggling to break free, flailing his massive te Moko covered arms attempting to loosen the pressure on himself. Tarakanov's face turns to a picture of concentration as he attempts to deny Va'aiga oxygen and wear down the massive Maori with this punishing hold. Va'aiga slumps a little in the death grip of the Red Rage, and Tarakanov shouts out for the Maori Badass to tap, but Va'aiga struggles to break free again, shouting a defiant no out to the crowd. Tarakanov walks across the ring with Va'aiga still stuck in the hold, blood dripping slowly from his forehead onto the body of Tarakanov. Axis: Tarakanov really pumping up the punishment here. Va'aiga looks to be trapped in the Russian bearhug. Suicide King: Va'aiga could be about to tap for what I believe would be his first time in the SJL. Axis: Va'aiga ain't the tapping kind, King. You have to beat down the Maori Badass till he can't fight back normally. Tarakanov walks Va'aiga across the ring, glancing briefly down at canvas level. Va'aiga flails his arms again, looking to worm himself free of the hold, and Tarakanov, perhaps realizing he's got all he can out of the submission, drops Va'aiga down to the mat with a bearhug slam, carefully positioned so Va'aiga lands back first across the steel pipe in the ring! Va'aiga reels with the pain shooting through his body, as Tarakanov drops to cover, retrieving the pipe as he reaches mat level. Matthew Kivell drops to count…. ONE! TWO! THR… and Va'aiga kicks out. Axis: Great kick out there from Va'aiga, but I'm not sure how much tat bearhug took out of him. Suicide King: Tarakanov had the move locked in for quite a long time; this could be bad news for the title contender. Tarakanov grabs Va'aiga and picks up the Maori Badass, firing some blows into the cut on Va'aiga's forehead, then wrapping his arm round Va'aiga's neck and sliding behind into a half sleeper position and biting Va'aiga's forehead, opening the cut a little further. Blood drips onto the canvas faster than before as Va'aiga slowly turns to face Tarakanov again, only to be mat with a solid pipe shot to the head! Va'aiga drops to the mat. Axis: Ouch. Suicide King: I think that's the first time ever that someone got smoked by a pipe, Axis. Tarakanov drops to his knees and brings down the pipe into Va'aiga's Ribs. Taking his time to pose to the crowd with the pipe, Tarakanov repeats the feat, bringing the pipe crashing down onto Va'aiga's ribcage with amazing force. Va'aiga spits out with the blow and the spitball shoots across the ring powered by the peristaltic effect of the forceful blow. Tarakanov covers… ONE! TWO! THR… and Va'aiga kicks out again. Tarakanov grabs for the pipe again. Va'aiga rolls away instinctively, but Tarakanov blasts across his back as the Maori Badass is in the process of turning over. The Red Rage grabs a back waist lock on the Maori Badass on the ground, dropping the pipe in the process. Showing amazing power and strength Tarakanov lifts Va'aiga off the mat in the waist lock and stands, sequencing into a release German Suplex! Tarakanov looks down at Va'aiga and smiles to himself confidently. Axis: What power shown by the Red Rage. Suicide King: You know I'm not sure I've ever seen the Maori Badass get manhandled like this. I don't know if the cut is weakening him, or if Tarakanov is just THAT DAMN powerful. Tarakanov waits for Va'aiga to stand again and kicks him firmly in the guts, bending the Maori Badass over before planting the Maori Badass with a Gutwrench Suplex! Va'aiga drops to the canvas like a stone. Tarakanov drops to the mount position and beings leathering Va'aiga with a massive series of piston like punches, each one faster than the last until the Red Rage's fists are nothing but a blur hitting Va'aiga. Tarakanov backs off and relinquishes his positional advantage to admire his handywork, and blood is flowing more freely down the Maori forehead. Axis: Va'aiga is hurt and hurt BAD, King. I'm not sure how long he can last. Suicide King: Even if he hits his second wind, I'm not sure that the Maori Badass is even going to be close enough to fitness to finish off Tarakanov. This match is the Red Rage's for taking. Tarakanov peels Va'aiga off the mat and moves to a side of the big Maori, hitting a Sambo Suplex, taking Va'aiga down again and floating over to cover, but the backing off, realizing he's near enough to the pipe again to rain a few extra steel laced blows down. After firing the pipe into Va'aiga's ribs three or four times, Tarakanov decides its' time to go for the cover again… ONE! TWO! THRE… and Va'aiga lifts a shoulder. Axis: Man that was a close call for the Maori Badass there. Suicide King: I was sure that was three, Axis, I'm SURE that was three. Axis: Well you have to go by the referee's decision… Suicide King: However wrong that may be? Tarakanov stands again, picking the pipe up readying himself for another flurry, but Va'aiga guts up and manages to fire off a solid right hand to Tarakanov's ribs. The Russian reels back in pain, and Va'aiga uses the advantage to fire a knee into Tarakanov's stomach. Va'aiga looks for a gutwrench, but Tarakanov counters by SMASHING the pipe onto Va'aiga's blood soaked skull, dropping the Maori back to the canvas. Axis: I think that Va'aiga was looking for the Maori Drop there… Suicide King: What a counter. Forget your subtlety, there's fewer better ways to block a finisher attempt that wrapping a steel pipe round somebody's head. Tarakanov moves round to a side of Va'aiga again, and softening the massive Maori up with a sequence of short back elbows, the Red Rage hits another Sambo Suplex. Tarakanov floats over to cover the Maori badass… ONE! TWO! THRE… NO! Va'aiga kicks out again. The crowd launches into another Pro-Maori Badass chant. Axis: Va'aiga is double tough, that's for sure. Suicide King: Yeah but the Red Rage is totally commanding this match. I'm not sure how much longer the Maori Badass can last. Tarakanov grabs Va'aiga by the neck and lifts him from the ground, before firing another solid right hand into Va'aiga's cut forehead. Picking up the pipe again Tarakanov blasts another hard shot onto the Maori's head, before discarding the pipe and rearing back his mighty right hand. Va'aiga looks semi stunned, and the cut on his head has been further opened by the repeated hard strikes from the Red Rage's powerful fists. The crowd anticipation grows. Tarakanov slams a quick body shot onto Va'aiga and the Maori Badass falls down to a seated position. Suicide King: Va'aiga is in a BAD way, Axis. The match is ripe for the taking. Blood now pouring down Va'aiga's forehead, as Tarakanov goes in for the kill. Va'aiga staggers slowly to his feet and Tarakanov rears back a mighty Russian fist and readies it to strike it into the blood soaked face of Va'aiga. Tarakanov blasts a mighty punch at Va'aiga and the Maori Badass goes down. Matthew Kivell puts on a count as Tarakanov looks down, sneering at the fallen and bloodied figure on the ground below him. ONE! TWO! Tarakanov walks over the top rope and leaves the ring…. THREE! FOUR! Axis: The big knockout punch, Viktor Tarakanov has beaten the Maori Badass FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!... and Va'aiga begins to stir…. EIGHT! NINE! TE……… NO! VA'AIGA IS UP! Axis: OH MY GOD! Va'aiga is standing! Va'aiga took that massive punch from the Russian, and is standing again! Va'aiga is up and ready Suicide King: And Va'aiga is grinning. The big Maori is actually GRINNING. Axis: I don't believe it. I see it but don't believe it. Tarakanov's devastating punch can put down the greatest of fighters, but Va'aiga is up! Va'aiga looks down the entrance ramp at Tarakanov, as the Red Rage turns slowly to see why his music isn't playing. A mixed look, a cross between pure unadulterated anger and maybe a slight hint of confusion flasher over his deep set Slavic features. Tarakanov starts moving towards the ring slowly, the anger obviously physically rising in his body. Tarakanov strides over the top rope and marches up to Va'aiga, staring deeply into the massive Maori's eyes. The Red Rage throws a massive right hand at Va'aiga again, and this time the Maori Badass doesn't budge. The manic smile crossing the Maori Badass' face widens. Tarakanov fires another right hand. Again nothing. A third right. Nothing. In shock Tarakanov takes a half step back, and Va'aiga fires a left hand off at Tarakanov! The Russian staggers. A second left. More staggering. A third left and Tarakanov is backed up nearly to the ropes. Va'aiga raises hi right hand to his lips, kisses it for luck and BLASTS TARAKANOV OVER THE TOP ROPE! Va'aiga: MY HOUSE! MY FUCKIN' HOUSE!!!! Va'aiga bounds over the top rope to the floor and grabs for one of the pipes strewn around the ringside area. Lifiting the pipe high above his head Va'aiga drops to his knees and brings it down with an almighty crack onto the downed Tarakanov's ribcage. Va'aiga picks Tarakanov up by the tights and slings him into the guardrail stomach first, leaving the Russian bent double. Axis: Va'aiga is on the comeback trail! Its incredible the heart that our #1 contender is showing today. Suicide King: I'm still in shock he got up after that big right hand. If Va'aiga keeps this up it's no big check for winning tonight for Viktor Va'aiga cracks the pipe down across the back of Tarakanov three times, each strike adding a little extra effect. Va'aiga grabs hold of Viktor's arm and whips him into the ring apron, the Red Rage's back bouncing off the hard edge. Va'aiga blasts Viktor across the stomach with the pipe before slinging the Red Rage back into the ring. Va'aiga hops onto the apron and steps through the ropes with the pipe looking for the kill. Axis: I think Va'aiga smells more blood than just his own. And I'm not sure that the crimson coating on his own face is going to bother him, not after the brutality of that ladder match. Va'aiga wipes another handful of blood off of his forehead and slams the pipe again across the upper back of the crawling Tarakanov. Another massive strike draws the oohs of the massive crowd. A third sends the Red Rage down onto his stomach. Va'aiga grabs Tarakanov roughly by the tights and lifts the ripped Russian to his feet. Va'aiga slings Tarakanov over his shoulder and sits down sideways dropping the Red Rage with a SOUTHERN LIGHTS BOMB! The Red Rage lands upper back first on the canvas and Va'aiga floats over to cover. ONE! TWO! TH.. and Tarakanov kicks out. Axis: What an amazing feat of strength. The Southern Lights Bomb is one of the most dangerous moves in the SJL. Suicide King: Tarakanov is a helluva tough athlete, Axis. Va'aiga picks Tarakanov off the mat again, and lifts him up over one shoulder again. With a manic stare out into the crowd and blood dripping down his chest, Va'aiga screams out an unintelligible threat to the world before falling over sideways again hitting a second SOUTHERN LIGHTS BOMB on Tarakanov!!!! Va'aiga slides across to cover. Axis: This should be all she wrote. Two Southern Lights Bombs should be enough to take down anyone in either the SWF or SJL. Suicide King: I'm sure Danny Williams would approve of this overkill tactic, Axis. Matthew Kivell drops to count again ONE! TWO! THR… AND TARAKANOV KICKS OUT AGAIN! Axis: MY GOD! This is incredible! HOW did Tarakanov kick out of that? Suicide King: I don't know, Axis, I just don't know. Va'aiga thumps the canvas in disgust and grabs a hand round the throat of Tarakanov, picking the massive Russian off the mat in a choke. Va'aiga gives a stern look to Matthew Kivell as he protests at the hold, reminding the referee that he has no right to disqualify the Maori Badass for a choke-out move. Va'aiga mouths a dismissive sentence to the Russian in the shape of "I have had ENOUGH of you!” and lifts the Red Rage up into a one handed choke in the air, before shifting Tarakanov's weight as he brings him down sideways, leaving the Red Rage in position for Va'aiga to turn the move into a MAORI DROP! Axis: The Chokeslam Maori Drop! The Chokeslam Maori Drop! Va'aiga hooks a leg as he stays down in the end position of the Maori Drop…. ONE! TWO! THREE! Axis: And Va'aiga wins! And Va'aiga wins! Suicide King: I have to say that variation of the Maori Drop was very impressive, and after Two Southern Lights Bombs not even a guy with the supreme conditioning of Viktor Tarakanov could have kicked out. Va'aiga slumps down onto the canvas and rolls out of the ring, his energy expended in the adrenaline rush of his finishing sequence. He gets a towel thrown to him from a ringside assistant and mops more of the blood away as he walks up the ring apron, grabbing a mic on the way up too. Va'aiga sticks his face RIGHT into a ringside camera, showing the blood still dripping from his cut in graphic close up to all the viewers at home. Va'aiga: That man in the ring…. Va'aiga pauses to draw breath. Va'aiga: Is one tough bitch. Crow… Manson… take note. If I can turn up and kick HIS ass, be scared - I'm comin' for you winging little gothic bitches. MY HOUSE! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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