SJL Crimson - May 8th!

May 9, 2003

The SJL Opening plays, followed by the Opening video package to SJL Crimson. The 45,697 in attendance in the Continental Airlines Arena in East Rutherford, New Jersey is electric as another great SJL show is about to get underway.

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The pyro show gets the crowd pumped up even more as the cameras move to Axis and Suicide King in the broadcast booth.

.:Suicide King:.

I am the Suicide King, here with my broadcast partner Axis. Welcome one and all to SJL Crimson!

.:Axis:.

We have a great show for you all tonight. We’ll see David Blazenwing get one more shot at the TV title, Christian Blackwell defend his European title against the up-and-comer John Duran and, in the main event, a best-of-three falls match for the SJL World Championship where the current champ Crowe will be defending against Manson!

.:Suicide King:.

Don’t forget about the Four-Man King of Fighters match as well!

.:Axis:.

This night certainly won’t disappoint.

As Axis and Suicide King are talking, the lights in the arena go out and “The Game” hits the SmarkTron. David Blazenwing comes out to a good pop. He is carrying a briefcase in his hands. He makes his way down to the ring and climbs in, then grabs a mic.

.:David Blazenwing:.

Hey everybody. I’ve got a TV title shot coming up next. In fact, Charlie “Grappler” Matthews is on his way to the ring right now. I’m just out here first because I have an announcement.

.:Axis:.

An announcement? I wonder if it’s big.

.:David Blazenwing:.

This is really hard for me to say to all my SJL fans out there, but… I have given myself an ultimatum. As all my fans are undoubtedly aware, my exploits in the defunct XWE saw me chalk up an unprecedented winning streak of 17 wins, zero losses! I was the XWE TV Champion! Now I am here, and what is my record? Three wins, Five losses. Hell, all my wins were even worth crap! One dude jobbed to me twice! In case any of you don’t know the lingo, “jobbed” means that he purposely let me win because he felt sorry for me. I just… I can’t be here anymore. In the SJL.

.:Suicide King:.

What is he saying? Is he leaving the SJL? Is that his announcement?

.:Axis:.

I really hope that isn’t what he is saying.

.:David Blazenwing:.

As I said, I gave myself an ultimatum. I told myself that, if I can’t beat Matthews tonight, I would leave the SJL… forever.

.:Axis:.

I don’t believe it! What an announcement!

.:Suicide King:.

Well, on the plus side, no more David Blazenwing. But on the minus side… no David Blazenwing!

.:David Blazenwing:.

Well, enough of that. I’m gonna win anyhow, so no worries, right? We still got some time… let’s watch my #1 Contender’s match from Wrath against Syndicate!

(David motions over to the SmarkTron, where the footage starts playing.)

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!!!

.:David Blazenwing:.

Well, that’s about it. Great match, right? Well, I guess all I have to say now is… it’s do or die. If I lose, you all will never see me again. So, Charlie Matthews, I ask you this, possibly for the last time… ARE YOU READY TO FEEL THE FULL EFFECT? JUST BRING IT… BITCH!

May 9, 2003

(Z's note: Sorry about the extreme lateness of this show, people. I was feeling sick and tired around 3pm, and took a nap that stretched almost 12 hours. Bleh.)

Card:

SJL TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP

David Blazenwing vs. Charlie "Grappler" Matthews©

Description: Charlie Matthews, a veritable phenom in the SJL, faces his second title defense against the man he won the title against, David Blazenwing! Sparks are sure to not fly, because sparks can't fly! But they will be present in this matchup.

Rules: Standard.

SINGLES MATCH

Tim Dillon vs. Leo Breslin

Description: It's the return of Tim Dillon, everybody! He's back, and he takes on Leo Breslin, who's had a string of hard luck. Can he break it against the returnee, or will Tim Dillon catapult off his freaking head into the start of what could be a win streak?

Rules: Standard.

SJL EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP

John Duran vs Christian Blackwell©

Description: Christian Blackwell has come so close on numerous times to becoming a true breakout star, someone who can be looked up to. John Duran challenges for his title. Can Blackwell bounce back up, or will Duran use him to bounce as well, or will we just build some fucking pyramids in the desert?

Rules: Standard.

KING OF FIGHTERS MATCH

Syndicate vs Terry Wayne vs Kaine vs Victor Tarakanov

Description: AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! You knew this was coming.

Rules: Okay, this is gonna be long, so here goes. Each wrestler must choose a character from the video game series "King of Fighters" to emulate. The wrestler must dress up as, and use the special and super moves of, that character. Preferably, there won't be two people using the same character, but if so, I won't stress out. Let's pretend, for the sake of this match, you can throw fireballs, etc. This match has No-DQ and no countout, and ends when there is a pinfall, submission, or knockout. This match will not only be judged on your ability to put together a good match, but to use KoF canon and to portray the characters well. So naturally, I'm your marker. If you need help with KoF, try using King of Fighters Online, or ask me or Zed, or others who know.

MAIN EVENT

2 OUT OF 3 FALLS

SJL WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP

Manson vs Crow©

Description: Manson came out of nowhere one day, and has earned a number one contendership. With Va'aiga waiting in the wings, resting up after his brutal bout on Wrath, Manson has a clean shot at the gothic warrior, Crow... maybe. With Crow, you never know what you're going to get until he gives it to you.

Rules: Standard rules, with 2 out of 3 falls stipulation. After a fall, there will be a one minute rest period, where the winner of the fall must back off. If the winner of the fall tries to attack before the minute is up, he will automatically lose the match, and in Crow's case, lose the title.

May 9, 2003

Axis: Well, there you have it. David Blazenwing just told our SJL Television Champion to ‘bring it’, and you better believe that Charlie Matthews is up for the challenge. James Matheson, on the other hand…

King: Quiet. James Matheson is a genius. He’s showed Charlie Matthews just how GREAT cheating can be. And look where he is now. Our current and reigning SJL TV Champion.

Meanwhile, the camera pans around the Continental Airlines Arena in beautiful East Rutherford, New Jersey. Thousands of screaming fans anxiously await Charlie Matthews to come out and face his challenger. A small “Blazenwing” chant can be heard, and a “F-U-L-L E-F-F-E-C-T” row of signs is held by an entire row of fans dedicated to The Full Effect. Finally…

“WAIT JUST A MINUTE!!!”

Axis: Oh no…don’t tell me that’s who I think it is.

King: Yes! Finally! James Matheson has graced us with his presence!

Indeed, out from behind the curtain of the Metal entrance set comes the pencil-neck geek himself, James Matheson, decked out in a ravishing red suit. Charlie Matthews is nowhere to be seen.

“Mr. Blazenwing, you think you can just stand out here, wasting all of these peoples’ time, calling out *YOUR* Smarks Junior League World Television Wrestling Champion? I’m sorry, but it doesn’t work that way. Now excuse me, Funyon, but know your damn role and get out of that ring. This is MY job now.”

Axis: What in the hell is he blabbering on about?

King: Shh! He’s about to introduce the Champ!

“Ladies and gentlemen, introducing, the heart-stopping, powerbomb-dropping, technique-inducing OLD SCHOOL WARRIOR…he is THE SJL World Television Champion, hailing from Kansas City, Missouri and weighing in at 299 pounds…THIS is Charlie ‘Grappler’ Matthews!!!”

Axis: Um, wasn’t Matheson the one complaining about Funyon’s boisterous introductions a few weeks ago? Pot, kettle, black.

King: Oh, shut up. Have you ever seen such an excellent introduction?

Finally, Charlie “Grappler” Matthews emerges from the backstage curtain, looking as determined as ever. The Television Championship belt fits snugly around his waist as he marches to the ring. James Matheson is already at ringside, playing cheerleader for his meal ticket. Focusing on nothing but the ring and Blazenwing contained inside, Matthews slowly enters the ring. He never takes his eyes off of his challenger as he removes the Belt from his waist and hands it to referee Matt Kivell. Kivell hoists the belt into the air as the timekeeper rings the bell at ringside.

*DING DING DING*

Axis: And here we go! Blazenwing is giving up about 30 pounds here, but he’s just as strong, if not stronger, than the Champion.

King: But it’s the CONDITIONING that comes into play here. Matthews can go all night and LONGER if he has to. Blazenwing hasn’t proven anything like that to me as of yet.

Matthews walks slowly to the center of the ring, and Blazenwing meets him there. Immediately, the two lock arms, trying to gain an early advantage with a collar-elbow tie up. The champion forces Blazenwing into a turnbuckle, and referee Matt Kivell calls for a clean break. Grappler releases the hold, only to have Blazenwing grab him forcefully and spin him around, sending him into the turnbuckle. David then begins unloading with right handed punches to the head area, utilizing amazing velocity with each shot. Referee Kivell has to actually get in between the two warriors to finally stop the early rampage by Blazenwing.

Axis: That’s the kind of aggression Blazenwing needs if he wants to wrestle the Championship away from Charlie Matthews.

Holding his head, Charlie Matthews moves away from his corner predicament into a side of the ring, holding onto the ring ropes for support. Blazenwing sees an opportunity and charges at Matthews, extending his arm out for a clothesline. However, Matthews sidesteps the move, and while facing the back of Blazenwing, brings his arms up under the armpits of David and locks his hands behind the head, executing a picture-perfect full nelson. Grappler pushes forward on the head of Blazenwing, exerting as much pressure as he can.

Axis: While this move may look simple, its effectiveness on the neck is strong.

King: Blazenwing might as well tap out now and save himself the humiliation. A full nelson by a freakishly strong 300 pound man? Ouch.

Meanwhile, Grappler forces Blazenwing down to a knee while in the hold, but the challenger uses his position in the hold and his intense strength, to push himself backwards, his legs leading the way, between the legs of Grappler, forcing the hold to be broken! Without missing a beat, Blazenwing puts his head under the left arm of Grappler and wraps his right arm around his massive back, before using his free hand to grab Matthews’ tights and pull on them, bringing Matthews into the air, almost diagonally with his head pointing to the mat, before bringing him down with a crash to the mat in a belly-to-back suplex. Utilizing the position of Matthews, Blazenwing immediately grabs the near leg of Charlie and pulls it back, into a pinning combination as Kivell drops to make the count!

ONE!

TWO-KICKOUT~!

Axis: Nice ring presence there by Blazenwing, and a great counter to escape the full nelson!

Grappler reaches his feet, but Blazenwing stands in the corner waiting for him. Once he gets to a standing base, Blazenwing grabs Grappler’s left arm, pushes him into the ropes, and sends him off, to the other side of the ring, and bends over for a back body drop. Matthews bounces off of the ropes and comes back, but seeing Blazenwing bent over, he stops himself, and before David realizes what happened, Charlie lifts his left arm into the air and sends it bashing down across the spinal cord of the challenger, bringing him to a knee. Matthews then wraps his left arm around the head of Blazenwing and squeezes hard in a front face-lock, before shooting his legs backwards off the mat and dropping Blazenwing face-first to the canvas, with the hold still applied. With both men in a stomach-down position, Matthews wrenches in the front face lock. The crowd slowly begins to grow restless, as Grappler has a menacing look on his face.

After about thirty seconds in the hold, Blazenwing uses his leg strength to power himself up to a knee, much to the dismay of both James Matheson and Charlie Matthews. Grappler uses all of his strength to try and keep the challenger in the hold, but David shoots his right elbow into the gut of Matthews once…twice…three times, but Matthews still has a loose version of the hold locked in. Finally, Blazenwing ducks under the right arm of Grappler and wraps his left arm around the throat of the champion, before using his free arm to press on the back of Grappler and, after bending his knees, sends the 300-pounder up into the air, and CRASHING down onto the mat back-first.

Axis: THE BOOK END~! Blazenwing escaped the front face-lock with a Book End!

Instead of going for a cover, Blazenwing gets to his feet and backs into the ropes, pushing himself off and running to the downed-body of Grappler, before leaping into the air and bringing his bent knee down right on top of the forehead of the Champion. Matthews quickly rolls onto his stomach and crawls to the nearest turnbuckle, trying valiantly to beg off the opposition. Blazenwing picks Grappler, by the hair, up out of the corner, grabs the champion’s arm, and proceeds to whip him into the opposite turnbuckle…but before David can release his grip on the hand of Matthews, Charlie spins around in mid-charge and pushes Blazenwing into the turnbuckle, where he hits back-first on the pad. The velocity of the whip causes Blazenwing to bounce back from hitting the turnbuckle, and so Matthews grabs a hold of him on the rebound and doubles him over, and brings the challenger to his side. Matthews then interlocks his fingers under the stomach of Blazenwing, and proceeds to lift him up and fall backwards, flipping him over in a gutwrench suplex.

King: Axis, sit back and watch. It’s time for Charlie Matthews to take David Blazenwing to SCHOOL.

Axis: Well, there’s no denying that the Grappler IS a master technician but…King, come on.

King: Come on WHAT? I’m not Bobby Reilly.

Charlie Matthews brings David Blazenwing to his feet following the gutwrench suplex and using his right hand, grabs the left arm of Blazenwing, pulling it to him and ducking down, putting the challenger stomach-first on his shoulders and standing up. Once in the fireman’s carry, Matthews SNARLS and GROWLS at the crowd, before beginning to spin around…and around…and around!

Axis: The AIRPLANE SPIN! Oh my…if he keeps this up, *I* may get sick!

King: If you keep THAT up, *I* may get sick.

Matthews continues sending Blazenwing on the merry-go-round from hell, completing a staggering (literally) nine spins, before shifting to his side and putting Blazenwing back to the mat on his feet. The challenger, dazed, tries to regain his composure by walking around the ring, but with his back turned to Matthews, the champ wraps his left arm around the head of Blazenwing and grabs his right arm, using his leg to sweep Blazenwing off of his feet and send him backwards to the mat.

Axis: Russian leg sweep by Charlie Matthews, and it looks like he’s dictating the pace here after that dizzying airplane spin.

King: When does Charlie Matthews NOT dictate the pace? This guy is wrestling personified.

Grappler, with Blazenwing down on the canvas, proceeds to turn him on his side, and wrap his gigantic arms around the waist of the challenger, lock his hands under the naval, and squeeze with all of his might.

Axis: While this basic waistlock is only used these days to set up a German Suplex, it’s an amateur wrestling maneuver that is very effective in keeping an opponent grounded, which is probably the strategy of the champion here.

Matthews continues to put the pressure on with the waistlock, as Blazenwing tries to pry the hands of Grappler off of him, to no avail. Finally, with support from the crowd, Blazenwing is able to roll onto his stomach, which relieves some of the pressure. Before the larger Grappler can shift his positioning, David quickly crawls to the ropes…and gets them. The crowd bursts out in a cheer as the referee forces Matthews to finally break the death grip around the waist of the challenger. Grappler obliges, and lets Blazenwing reach his feet via the ropes. Once that happens, though, Grappler stays right on him, grabbing his right arm, pushing him into the ropes, and whipping him off to the opposite side. Matthews puts his head down in preparation for the return of Blazenwing, but the challenger sees it coming, and much like Grappler did earlier, David stops himself in front of Matthews, before grabbing the large head of the champion and jumping into the air in a sitting position, bringing Matthews up with him, sending his face plowing into the canvas.

Axis: X FACTOR~! David Blazenwing is STILL in this match, although that waistlock may have worn him out a bit. Nevertheless, we could have a new TV Champion very soon!

King: Stop trying to convince yourself that this guy has a chance. Just watch as Matthews retains his Television Championship…it won’t be long now.

Trying to save face for himself and his manager, Charlie Matthews tries to quickly rise to his feet. However, Blazenwing is waiting right behind him, as the challenger backs into the ropes, and comes shooting off, before vaulting himself into the air, sending his left hand onto the head of Grappler, and falling forward, bringing the champion down in a running bulldog. With Matthews down face-first on the canvas, Blazenwing gets to his feet, backs into, and shoots himself off of, the ropes, and comes bounding back, leaping high into the air in a sitting-position, and brings his extended leg down across the back of the neck of Grappler. Quickly, and smelling victory, Blazenwing turns Grappler over onto his back, and wraps his left arm around the near leg of Matthews, as Matt Kivell drops down to make the pinfall:

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

KICKOUT~!

King: Man, Charlie Matthews is NOT going to drop his Television Championship that way. Especially to a move made famous by a guy that made old school wrestling a JOKE.

Axis: And what’cha gonna do about it, brother!?

Blazenwing walks over to the corner and stands in a poised position, waiting for the champion to reach his feet. Once he does, Blazenwing sprints out of the corner, and brings his right leg up into the air, looking to drill his boot into the face of Matthews. However, Grappler sidesteps the move at the very last second. Blazenwing quickly adjusts, though, and with his back turned to Grappler, shoots his leg backwards, in almost a mule kick to the gut of Grappler. David then spins around, bringing himself behind Matthews, and wraps his arms around the waist of the champion, and then arching backwards, sending Charlie Matthews over and down onto his neck and shoulders with a German Suplex.

Axis: Wow, Blazenwing is DOMINATING this match now! He must realize that in order to grab the Television Championship away from Charlie Matthews, he’s going to have to be a non-stop machine in the process.

King: Oh, you’ll see…soon enough Matthews will show Blazenwing EXACTLY why he is the SJL Television Champion.

When Matthews lands with a ‘thud’, Blazenwing releases the waistlock…and goes to the leg. He grabs the right leg of Grappler, and twists it, which forces Matthews onto his stomach, and Blazenwing twists the ankle nearly sideways, executing an ankle lock.

Axis: Now you have to wonder why he goes from a move that targets the neck to a leg submission. He may be trying to get into the head of Grappler, saying “I can out-wrestle you.”

King: Please. He’s just making a rookie mistake.

Grappler immediately tries to fight the hold, his face contorted from the pain of the maneuver. However, he is able to turn onto his back, and once facing Blazenwing, uses his leg strength to push the challenger off of his leg and into the ropes, pushing him back towards Matthews. Once he comes back, Charlie wraps his feet around the ankle of Blazenwing and pushes down, sending the challenger face-first to the canvas.

King: What did I tell you? The experienced Matthews took advantage of the miscalculation and looks to be turning the tide. And you said Blazenwing was under complete control a minute ago.

Axis: I must admit it wasn’t a very smart move. But Blazenwing still has as much a chance as Matthews does in making a come back. Maybe the mind games weren’t the best idea.

Once Blazenwing hits the canvas right on his face, Grappler grabs him by the left arm and brings him up to a standing position, only to pull the arm in close quarters and extend his arm out, bringing David right into a short-arm clothesline which sends the challenger right back down to the canvas. Quickly, Matthews grabs the leg of Blazenwing and turns over, making a half-Boston crab. Before cinching in the hold, however, he plants his leg and spins around David’s, before bending it across HIS leg and bending down, putting his knee on the back of Blazenwing and reaching his left arm over and wrapping it around his throat in a chinlock, completing the submission hold.

Axis: STF! This submission works the back and lower neck area, so Matthews must be using this to set up his Powerbomb.

King: Thank you, genius. I thought he was doing it to set up his famed Stardust Press.

Grappler cinches in the hold, doing all he can to both cause pain to Blazenwing and look menacing to the crowd. James Matheson, who has been rather subdued at ringside, begins cheering wildly for Matthews, screaming at the challenger to tap out. The hold is applied in the center of the ring, but after about thirty seconds in the hold… Grappler lets go.

Axis: What the hell? That probably wasn’t a very smart move by Grappler, seeing as he had Blazenwing right where he wanted him.

King: I think he realized that he was forgetting something. Something VERY important. I have a feeling we’ll see it in a second.

Grappler brings Blazenwing to his feet, but once they’re facing each other, Matthews drops to a knee and wraps his massive arms around the back of Blazenwing, squeezing with all of his might, showcasing a big smirk as the crowd instinctively breaks out into a “BORING!!” chant.

King: I TOLD YOU~! IT’S BEARHUG TIME~!!!

Matheson shields his ears to the chant, which arises solely to get under the skin of the old-school duo. In the ring, Charlie grips as hard as he can, looking almost constipated as he exerts all of his strength on the back of David Blazenwing. The challenger looks like he is beginning to fade, so Matt Kivell does the only thing he can do, which is check for the submission. However, before that even happens, the adrenaline of Blazenwing seems to reach a new level, as he begins unloading forearm shot after forearm shot to the head of Charlie Matthews, hoping to finally break the hold. While Matthews does have a hard skull, his grip slowly weakens after absorbing shot after shot, until Blazenwing is able to slip under the sweaty arms of the Champion and escape the hold!

Axis: YES~! Someone FINALLY escapes the bearhug of boredom, and the crowd is going crazy!

King: Well, New Jersey citizens are slow. Maybe they started cheering because they just realized that the bearhug was being executed.

Confused at what just happened, Charlie Matthews staggers around the ring, allowing Blazenwing to take command and rush into the ropes, propel himself forward, and charge at the confused gorilla, extending his leg up into the air and catching his boot right into the face of Matthews with a large “SMACK!” as Grappler falls to the canvas. Seeing his opportunity, Blazenwing quickly drops to the canvas and hooks the leg of the monster as Kivell counts the pin, with the crowd chanting along!

ONE~!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THR-NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Grappler kicks out at 2.8~!

Axis: Oh my! We almost had a new TV Champion right there!

King: Quiet, you. Grappler just has to regain his bearings.

Matheson is nearly having a heart attack at ringside, as Blazenwing picks up Matthews to his feet, then ducks behind him and brings his arm up between his legs, and pulling him backwards to the mat in a surprise school boy as Kivell once again jumps down to count!

ONE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEE-NO~!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT AT 2.9~!

Both men get to their feet, Grappler more slowly, and Blazenwing meets him with a kick to the gut, followed by placing the champion’s head between his legs. He then locks his arms around the back and lifts up with all of his strength, putting Matthews in a sitting position before sending him crashing down to the mat back-first!

King: What the hell!? Gimmick infringement!

Axis: That’s the BLAZEN BOMB, King, and this one could be over!

Instead of going for a cover, however, David simply stares at the top rope, before heading towards the corner.

Axis: It looks like the challenger is going to pull out all stops to get the TV Title in his possession!

Blazenwing steps between the ropes and climbs up each turnbuckle, to the very top. He stands and raises his arms to the crowd, before sailing off of the top rope, spread-eagled, all the way down to Grappler…

Axis: GRAPPLER ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!!

Blazenwing hits the canvas stomach-first with a loud SMACK, and as he does, Matthews grabs David’s nearest arm and leg and flips over his body perpendicularly, twisting to the right in mid-roll, sending Blazenwing down into a pinning predicament!

OOOOOOOOOONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*DING DING DING*

Axis: He did it! Somehow, Charlie Matthews escaped with his Television Championship, using an old-fashioned Oklahoma Roll!

King: Somehow?! He had this win coming all through the match. Playing possum is a beauty of a thing, Axis.

James Matheson exuberantly LEAPS over Funyon to grab the house microphone as he bellows the announcement:

“LADIES AND GENTS, YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH AND STIIIIIIIIIIIL SJL TELEVISION CHAMPION, HE IS CHARLIE “GRAPPLER” MATTHEWS!!!!”

Matheson grabs the TV title and slides into the ring, where he greets Grappler with a big hug. He hands the Champion the Title, who hoists it high into the air. Blazenwing rolls out of the ring, shaking his head, disappointed.

Axis: What an effort by this man. Props to him for an excellent showing. When we come back, MORE SJL action is coming at you!

King: Wait. “Props?” Come on, Axis. Buy a Hollywood…Spike…Jenkins Thong or something.

May 9, 2003

King: You’d think we’d be in an airplane hangar, but we’re not! We’re at the Continental Airlines Arena in East Rutherford, New Jersey. And I can tell you right now that East Rutherford is a city visited often… but I really still don’t know where it is!

Axis: That’s because you’re ignorant. Indeed we are in New Jersey tonight, and we’ve got a Crimson that’s already one to remember. I could harp on the matches we have coming up, but I know for a fact that you’ll hear it later tonight, probably more than you want, so we’re just going to move on to our second match. It’s the infamous… the deadly… the heart-pounding and therefore dangerous… SINGLES MATCH!

King: Don’t mock Leo Breslin for being a loser.

Axis: I’m not mocking him. Breslin is far from a loser. I’m not sure anyone can win after being powerbombed onto a title.

King: Shut up and stop making excuses for the loser. Maybe Leo can pick up a win tonight against this drunken coat hanger.

Axis: For our newer fans, King is speaking of Tim Dillon, a returning superstar who is hoping to start things off with a win against Leo.

King: Yeah, beating Breslin will really do a lot for your career. Dillon is sure to reach the top in no time after beating this wretch.

As King finishes his sentence, Foo Fighter’s “All My Life” starts up. The arena darkens, and the flames shoot up once more as Leo Breslin shows up in the single spotlight located at center stage. He makes his way down the ramp, not looking too satisfied, paying less attention to the fans than he usually does.

Funyon: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… from Cleveland, Ohio… weighing in at 230 pounds… LEOOOOOOOOO BREEEESLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!

King: You know, I’ve heard Funyon say Breslin’s name more than once on one occasion before… he can’t seem to get it announced after a match.

Breslin slides in under the bottom rope and climbs to his feet. Rather than performing his common leaps into the air, he simply raises his arms as the four flames explode from the turnbuckles.

Axis: You know what, as many times as this kid has lost, he’s lost to Charlie Matthews, a man who will be an SJL cornerstone in SWF. Breslin won against David Blazenwing, he put up one HELL of a fight at Bringin’ The Funk, and he faired well in both singles bouts with Matthews. Give him a little credit, and wait… he’ll come into his own soon enough, and you’ll be sorry.

King: I hope he starts tonight, because the last thing we need is a freckle-covered noodle thinking he’s hot shit.

Dropkick Murphy’s “Barroom Hero” begins to play. Bagpipes blare. Cheap green shamrock confetti falls from the rafters. Orange and Green pyro goes off and Tim Dillon appears from behind the curtain.

Funyon: And his opponent… weighing in at 190 pounds… from Limerick, Ireland… TIIIIIM DIIIIIIILLOOOOOOOOON!!!

Soaking up the cheers he struts down the stage as he throws a few punches, resembling a boxer. He high-fives a few lucky fans. Leo Breslin has retreated into a corner, and leans against it as Dillon slides into the ring and gets up, giving his opponent a cursory look before prepping himself.

King: You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been so sickened in my life. Bagpipes… hideous shamrock confetti… green and orange pyrotechnics? Having pride is one thing… but having a bad taste in music and style is another. Tim Dillon is… look at him. He looks like a cross between Conan O’Brien and a New York City bum who hasn’t showered in a few days and boxes to purchase canned food

Axis: Sure but… he’s not. He’s a fighter, as is Breslin, and I’m expecting both men to show up big with the hopes of getting some recognition and a push in the right direction.

King: Out the door and into the streets?

Axis: No. Upward and onward…

King: Whatever. Kivell has started this match, proving that he wants to get it over with just as quickly, if not more, than I do.

Axis: Or it’s his job…

King: Phat chance…

Axis: Well, aside from King’s shenanigans, the ref has rung the bell, and this match is starting with some intense inspections from both men.

King: It seems that Leo has found that he will soon grapple with the ugliest wrestler to ever step in the squared-circle. Leo is approaching Dillon from out of his corner--RIGHT HOOK! Leo just got his jaw realigned. He looks surprised and… and here he comes! Leo pushes Dillon into the ropes… irish whip.

As Dillon comes back, Breslin moves into him with a swift step, bends over a bit and grabs the back of his thighs. Dillon is lifted off his feet, and one hand is pulled off his thigh and brought to his chest. This hand is used as a way of slamming Dillon to the mat with more strength and impact. Down only for a few seconds, Dillon comes up but is tossed aside by an irate Breslin.

Axis: Breslin has Dillon against the ropes again. Dillon reverses an irish whip… and he brings Breslin up and over for a powerslam.

King: Eh… that was pretty good for a string. And I’m surprised he got up from that spine buster so fast. You can tell Breslin put a lot behind it, and that’s because he got clocked like a punk… a loser punk.

Axis: One thing I remember: Dillon’s a fighter.

King: I remember caring about matches. This one is making those memories so far away.

Breslin is too his feet, and Dillon takes his right arm, hooks it under Breslin’s, and flips him over with an arm drag. He’s slower in getting up this time, allowing Dillon to move in and catch him. Dillon intends to grapple him, but Breslin breaks Dillon’s arms off with his own and delivers a kick to the midsection. He places Dillon’s head between his side and right arm, then drops backward and brings Dillon down with a straight DDT.

Axis: That was a well-executed move that’ll set the tone for this match, I think. Breslin has the technicalities and wrestling ability, but Dillon is a ruffian who can take a beating and throw some mean punches… mean enough to get off some big moves and pull off a win.

King: Yeah, that arm drag really took a lot out of Breslin…

Thinking the DDT did a decent amount of damage, Breslin rolls Dillon over and pins him rather carelessly, draping himself over Dillon’s frame. After a two-count which Dillon easily escaped, Breslin pulls up his opponent and hooks an arm around his head. He then uses his other hand to grab the waist of Dillon’s khaki cargos and hoists the big man off his feet, up, and over, ending the suplex with a thud onto the mat. Breslin avoids a pin this time, but pulls Dillon up again and drags him to the corner. After a few quick blows, Breslin bends over and sends a heavy shoulder into Dillon’s midsection. He pulls back, reloads, and fires again. A third shoulder shot is satisfactory to Breslin. He backs up and allows Dillon to stumble forward. Dillon’s arm is put around Breslin’s head. Leo grabs Dillon’s waist and lifts him up and over with a northern lights suplex. He keeps the bridge on and goes for a second pinning attempt.

Axis: Nice sequence from Breslin! One… two… t--Dillon gets out, and the crowd is glad.

King: Why? Do they like seeing me tortured?

Axis: I know I do…

King: Which explains why you keep up this positive talk for Breslin… and even Dillon, you friggin’ wanker.

Axis: …And Breslin and Dillon are getting to their feet, Dillon a bit slower. Breslin goes in for him… shoulder-and-neck tie up… Dillon breaks an arm away… little shove… and a kick to Breslin’s knee! Big Irish CLOTHESLINE!

King: Yeah, they need a long one for all those kilts.

Axis: …Huh?

King: Shutup. Breslin is up… and Dillon is waiting… dropkick! Now Axis, was that an Irish dropkick?

Axis: I’m not responding to that question.

King: Thank God.

Dillon moves to the fallen Breslin and grabs his legs, hooking them in his arms. He places his legs under the lifted Breslin and falls back, lifting up his opponent and tossing him with a catapult. Breslin lands in the corner. He turns around only to be met with a flurry of punches. Dillon releases right and left hooks, jabs, and straight punches all over Breslin’s upper body.

Axis: WHAM BAM HELLO MA’AM!

King: All these Irish punches must be making Breslin drunk with pain!

Axis: …I think we both deserve to be reprimanded for that.

King: …Agreed. But regardless, Breslin is stumbling out of the corner after an Irish Fury, and… DDT! Dillon pulls him up again… Numero Dos! Or… wait… do the Irish speak the same language as us?

Axis: Ask Dillon.

King: I will… right after he wins this match… NUMBER THREE! Breslin just took Finn’s Fall! Who’s Finn?

Axis: Don’t know, but his drop must’ve tragically ended his life.

King: And Dillon is going for his first pin attempt, and what a good idea! One… two… th--Breslin is out of it! I think Dillon thought he had it there.

Axis: Well he looks determined to try again.

Dillon brings Breslin up and hurriedly delivers a snap suplex. He then makes his way out onto the apron. Holding onto the ropes with both hands, Dillon leans back quite a bit, then pulls himself forward, hoisting himself over the top rope. His leg lands right across Breslin’s throat, causing him to convulse in the ring, grabbing at his throat. Dillon is quick to make another cover.

Axis: One… TWO… THR--And Breslin is able to escape a second time! Dillon is getting up for more. But first… an elbow to the chest!

King: Dillon is heading up to the top rope this time. How often do you see a shoelace standing on the top turnbuckle?

Axis: Dillon is up there, and he’s preparing. He’s off… LEG DROP FROM THE TOP ROPE! INTO THE THROAT AGAIN! Dillon is attacking that throat… the neck. Another pin attempt! Dillon hooks the leg! ONE… TWO… HE’S GOT IT!

King: Breslin kicked out! The referee is letting Dillon know, ‘cause he thinks he got it, too!

Axis: Dillon is getting to that point of frustration. I hope he can compose himself.

On the brink of that point, Dillon gets to his feet one more time. He looks about the arena. The crowd is cheering him on, as they have been throughout the match. Dillon becomes brazen once more, and after performing a little Irish jig to fire the crowd up and motivate himself, he heads onto the apron for a third time, and climbs to the top turnbuckle for a second time.

King: Breslin is already on his way to his feet. I think Dillon is going for a missile dropkick. This guy can deliver those like it’s no one’s business.

Axis: He’s just waiting for Breslin, then… Breslin just jumped to the ropes! Dillon slips… OH! And he’s split in two on that top turnbuckle! Breslin is moving towards him sluggishly. From the inside of the ring, Breslin climbs to the second turnbuckle. I think he’s going for something big here, King!

King: He sure is. Dillon is now standing on the top turnbuckle… and Breslin has got that arm hooked. He’s gathering his strength… Dillon is up… over… DOWN! I love it! Superplex! Dillon is hurting!

Axis: Thing is, Breslin took quite an impact himself. But regardless, he’s managed to roll onto Dillon. One… TWO… THR--Dillon is the one kicking out this time!

King: Was that the wise thing to do, Axis? Considering how much it hurt Breslin.

Axis: You know what, a superplex is a beautiful move. But when you consider how much of a will to win Tim Dillon possesses… and you bring his vigor into the picture… Breslin might regret that.

King: Regardless, Breslin is up first, and he’s bringing Dillon to his feet.

Dillon is up, and Breslin tosses a punch towards his face. It’s blocked. As Dillon goes for a punch of his own, Breslin ducks under the arm and sneaks around to Dillon’s back. He wraps both arms around Dillon’s relatively thin waist, then heaves him up and drops him onto his back with a German suplex. Instead of releasing it as he usually does, Breslin keeps the bridge and waits for the referee to begin his count.

King: ONE… TWO… THRE--DAMMIT! Dillon just doesn’t give up!

Axis: I told you! Breslin wants to wrap this up, but he can’t when he’s up against such resilience!

King: Sure he can. It just helps if you’re not a loser, and I don’t think he realizes that yet.

Axis: Breslin doesn’t look happy. He’s up and pacing the ring, looking at the fallen Dillon. Breslin is heading towards him and… ANKLE LOCK!

King: Is Dillon getting the chickenpox or are his freckles just turning red?

Axis: You should be shot in the foot.

Breslin twists a little harder as Dillon claws at the mat. He finally manages to get on both elbows and begin a slow, methodical crawl towards the ropes. He drowns out the pain. With a few more inches to go, Dillon looks to be home free, and he is motivated by the supporting crowd. Without warning, Breslin releases some pressure on the ankle to pull Dillon away from the ropes and back towards the ring’s center. Dillon, however, is able to take advantage of this minimal release in pressure. He rolls onto his back and uses his other foot to kick Breslin in the chest. The hard shot sends Breslin reeling backwards at a considerable velocity. After bouncing off the ropes, Breslin moves forward. Still on the ground, Dillon uses his legs to wrap around Breslin’s ankles. He takes him down with a toe hold, then lifts himself up and hooks his arms around both of Breslin’s legs at the calves.

Axis: Boston Crab! Dillon just switched shoes with Breslin!

King: Breslin is feeling the pain now, and he’s trying to crawl towards the ropes. Dillon’s base isn’t as strong though, so it shouldn’t be as much of a problem.

Axis: You also put weight difference and strength into the equation, and Breslin just needs patience, because he’s not getting to that rope without a fight!

King: Dillon is pulling up any strength he has, because I think he realizes that in a wrestling match, he’ll lose to the well-rounded and pure Breslin.

Axis: Who DO you want to win this match, King?

King: I don’t even know sometimes…

Breslin is near the ropes… just inches away, as Dillon was not too long ago. The crowd isn’t very into him, but having nothing against him, they’re not booing. Instead, they remain rather neutral, tensing up as Breslin makes one final burst with his upper body. His right hand manages to grab a handful of the bottom rope. The referee immediately begins tapping Dillon and instructing him to release the hold. Obliging, Dillon stands up and drops Breslin’s legs.

Axis: And he has managed to escape that hold, but he’s not home free by any means. Dillon is going after him already, lifting him to his feet.

King: Dillon tosses him to the ropes… doubles over… Breslin reads it, stops himself, sends a boot into Dillon’s face.

Axis: Dillon is erected… Breslin with a boot to the gut!

King: Breslin’s got that Irish head between his legs… arms around the waist… and Dillon is up on Breslin’s shoulders like that!

Axis: But Dillon… Dillon’s sending his ever-vicious punches into Breslin’s head! Breslin looks a little dizzy… and Dillon just… pretty much leaps backwards! HURRICANRANA! That was beautiful… absolutely breathtaking!

King: Dillon is crawling… pin! ONE… TWO…

Axis: THREE!!

King: No, you BLOKE! Two count! That’s what the ref says!

Axis: That was too damn close!

Dillon gets up, but instead of arguing with the referee, he wisely focuses on the task at hand, that being a deteriorating Leo Breslin. He grabs him by the head and forces him up. Dillon attempts a fast suplex, but Breslin is able to hook his leg and prevent it. Using his right arm, Breslin lifts Dillon’s left leg into the air, then uses as much strength currently within him to hoist Dillon up and over, keeping the leg held in place. Yet another bridge is held following the fisherman suplex, and Breslin hopes that this one reaches a three count.

Axis: You got it, Leo… TWO… THRE-- DAMMIT!

King: I think Breslin could’ve ended the match there if he was able to get more VROOMPH into that suplex. But Dillon managed to drain him enough.

Axis: …What’s VROOMPH?

King: You know… VROOMPH!

Axis: Like a car?

King: …Sure, like a car…

Breslin is even more frustrated, not accepting the fact that his power-driven moves aren’t enough to win. He shakes his head in disbelief and some anger as he rises to his feet, making sure to bring Dillon with him. Breslin immediately proceeds to tossing Dillon into the corner, following him in and driving an elevated knee into his midsection. Dillon, bent over, is lifted on Breslin’s shoulder and placed on the top turnbuckle. Breslin follows after him.

King: Could we see another top-rope suplex?!

Axis: We’re gonna see something big!

King: Breslin’s got something in store and… and Dillon shoves him off! Breslin is on his feet, still… nice balance. Dillon leaps off… ax handle to the head! Breslin is reeling… Dillon ducks behind him… pulls Breslin down… reverse DDT?

Axis: No… Dillon is grabbing at Breslin’s pants and… he’s lifting Breslin up! GOD DAMN! Breslin’s straight up in the air… OH NO! DILLON… WITH HIS BLOOD AND WHISKEY! DILLON GOES FOR AN IMMEDIATE COVER!

King: THIS IS IT! ONE… TWO… THRE--KEEP COUNTING, REF!

Axis: NO! BRESLIN’S FOOT IS RESTING ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! He didn’t kick out, but he survived! This match is still going on!

King: I thought he had it! The luck of the Irish just isn’t here today, is it?!

Axis: I guess it isn’t. Dillon does not look satisfied. He would’ve had the win there if his placement was better. But mad props to Breslin for ring presence.

King: Mad props?

Axis: Get off me.

Dillon pulls Breslin up again, his irate attitude showing as he does nothing but set up for another Blood and Whiskey. He has Breslin in a reverse DDT position, but before he can lift him, Breslin uses his left arm to reach up and grab around Dillon’s neck. Dropping down in a flash. Breslin pulls Dillon with him, delivering a diamond cutter that keeps Dillon on the ground with him.

Axis: Breslin had time to recover after that move. Dillon busied himself with the referee and the crowd.

King: He’s getting up, and he looks like he wants to end this.

Axis: Dillon to his feet… his back is to Breslin’s… who pulls the arms into a straightjacket position.

Breslin bends down, holding the arms in place, and puts his head between Dillon’s legs. Using the strong base he’s established, Breslin is able to lift Dillon off his feet and onto his shoulders. Breslin takes a few steps forward before dropping Dillon onto his back with terrible force. Still holding the arms, Breslin manages to bridge himself from that position, Dillon’s shoulders on the mat and his arms held in place by Breslin’s strong grip.

King: Breslin keeps ANOTHER bridge held together! The ref counts! ONE… TWO…

Axis: THREE! NO DISPUTE THIS TIME! BRESLIN WINS!

Funyon: The winner of this match… LEOOOOOOOO BREEEESLIIIIIIIIIN!

Axis: Breslin is on his feet and he looks… proud of himself, as he should be!

King: And out of this ring he heads with… wait a minute!

Axis: What is this…? James Matheson has appeared on stage.

King: He’s gracing us with his presence! And he’s got a microphone!

Matheson: Mr. Breslin… congratulations on your victory. But one thing I noticed… one thing that discouraged me… was seeing you with the Television Title on you. That’s right, Leo… I see it imprinted in your back!

Axis: This isn’t right. Matheson cheated last week, permitting his “Grappler” to win.

Matheson: Just remember, Breslin. That imprint… it’s the only way the TV Title will EVER be yours. Beat all the Tim Dillon’s you want. You’ll NEVER… beat Charlie Matthews!

After Matheson leaves the stage, Leo Breslin slowly leaves the ring, looking rather ticked off by Matheson’s comments. Breslin climbs the stage, “All My Life” hitting the loudspeakers and exciting the crowd a bit as the show leaves for commercials.

Edited May 9, 2003 by realitycheck

May 9, 2003

Fade in to a high-angle shot of the Continental Airlines Arena, the fans cheering as the Crimson card moves along.

Axis: "This next match is John Duran's big shot to become the SJL European Champion!"

King: "And he's earned it, too, in that win over Christian Blackwell on Wrath!"

Axis: "That's right, but can he deliver tonight in the ring against Rosslare's own Blackwell, or can Christian hang on to the belt and continue his reign? Let's go to the ring now to find out!"

The cameras switch to the ring, where Funyon is standing, ready to provide the introductions for the next match.

Funyon: "Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall AND it is for the SJL EUROPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEAN TITLE!"

The crowd cheers and then quiets a bit, before "Sinner" by Drowning Pool blares over the loudspeakers, the crowd booing the former Television Champion John Duran as he makes his entrance in East Rutherford. Duran doesn't look too happy, and he certainly has his game face on as the time draws closer for the beginning of his match with Christian. Duran begins his walk down the ramp, towards the ring.

Funyon: "Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds, from Champaign, Illinois, JOHN DURANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

The crowd continues to boo, as from the left side of the crowd, a man yells "DURAN, YOU SUCK!" Duran keeps walking towards the ring, focused on the squared circle and simply giving the heckling fan the good old middle finger.

Axis: "John Duran certainly has accomplished a lot in his relatively short career with the SJL, but he has NO respect for these fans!"

King: "Did you hear that fan in the stands? No wonder!"

Duran enters the ring by stepping up onto the apron and then going between the ropes, stretching out and preparing for the match as the crowd continues to boo. However, the lights go out, and the crowd is silent for a moment, before "Three Libras" by A Perfect Circle fades in, the crowd's boos swinging into cheers for the European Champion as he makes his entrance, head down.

Funyon: "And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and thirty seven pounds, he is the SJL EUROPEAN CHAMPION, from Rosslare, Ireland, CHRISTIAN BLACKWELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!"

Blackwell begins his walk down the ramp, bursts of fire shooting up from either side of the walkway, the crowd cheering along as Blackwell, with his belt in tow, walks down towards the ring. Keeping his eyes on Duran in case the challenger tries anything funny, he walks up the steps slowly and enters the ring, slowly pacing around to the corner opposite Duran. However, Duran doesn't want to wait for the bell to ring, and charges towards the corner as Matthew Kivell turns and calls for the bell.

*DING DING DING*

Axis: "Duran is wasting no time in getting this match started, I think he wants that European belt around his waist as soon as possible!"

King: "After almost having a belt for a month and then losing it, you tend to want that feel of gold around your waist as soon as possible."

Duran charges towards the corner, but Blackwell quickly moves out of the way, and the challenger hits nothing but turnbuckle as he tries to go for the first move in the match. Christian immediately turns his opponent around and begins to deliver kick after kick to Duran's body, the crowd cheering along as each leg smacks off the body of the challenger.

After a series of five kicks, Blackwell tosses Duran into the opposite turnbuckle, sending Duran stumbling back towards the center of the ring, dazed by this early barrage. Christian gets a running start and drops John to the mat with a running forearm right across the face. However, John doesn't want to stay down, and gets right back to his feet and charges Blackwell again. Blackwell dodges and trips Duran up with a drop toe hold, John's face slapping into the mat as the crowd cheers. Blackwell immediately positions himself over Duran and grabs one of his legs, trying to get in an elevated stance and put his knee in John's back for a single leg crab, but Duran's power gets him out of it, as he squirms out and rolls to the outside, the crowd beginning to boo the cowardly tactics of Duran.

King: "Why are they booing Duran? He's smart to take a breather on the outside!"

Axis: "I think Duran realizes what he's up against in Christian Blackwell. He knows that it will not be an easy task, but as long as he can avoid those submissions from Blackwell and lock on one of his own, most notably the Break Point, then he can take that European belt home tonight."

Duran taunts some fans on the outside, calling them names before Blackwell goes to the outside and grabs Duran by his hair, the crowd cheering and laughing as Duran practically gets dragged back into the ring by the champion. Blackwell rolls Duran in under the bottom rope, Blackwell going into the ring after his challenger. Christian goes over to John and brings him slowly to his feet, but John reaches up quickly and drags his hands across the face of Blackwell, raking the eyes and sending Christian stumbling backwards, holding his face in his hands. Kivell gets in Duran's face about using that move, and Duran backs up against the ropes as Kivell scolds him, acting innocent as the crowd boos.

Axis: "Another cheating tactic from Duran..."

King: "Just gaining an advantage is all."

Kivell finally lets Duran back into the match, as Christian still shakes off the effects of that eye rake. John goes over and brings Blackwell back to the center of the ring, before grabbing Christian's head and putting their heads together, Christian falling to the mat as Duran delivers a solid headbutt.

Once Blackwell hits the mat, Duran goes over to the ropes and bounces off of them, heading back towards the fallen Blackwell and leaping up in the air before extending his leg and bringing it across the prone neck of the champion, hitting a textbook legdrop. Duran quickly moves his body around into a pinning position on Christian as Kivell swings around for the cover, the crowd beginning to wonder if it is going to end this early.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Nope, it isn't over yet, as Blackwell shoots a shoulder up off the mat after a count of two.

Axis: "Close pinfall early in this match, and Duran still has control of this match."

Duran gives Kivell a little complaining about his counting skills before going back to focus on Blackwell, bringing the champ to his feet to continue on offense. However, it is Christian who turns the tables by swinging around, lifting up his knee as it connects with the solarplexes of the challenger, sending Duran back, stunned, the wind halfway knocked out of him. However, Blackwell doesn't give John time to recover, taking control of the offense in this match and sending John into the ropes. Duran bounces off the ropes, and on the rebound, Christian bends over, digging down deep as he throws himself upright, sending Duran into the lights as he goes over the head of Blackwell, Duran's back crashing into the mat, having received a nice back body drop from his opponent. Christian decides not to try and bring Duran to his feet this time, but wait for John to get to his feet, getting the crowd pumped up, wondering what Blackwell is going to pull out of his arsenal.

Duran slowly begins to get his feet, his back turned to Blackwell. Once Duran turns around though, Christian shuffles his feet, kicking his leg up and catching Duran under the chin with a wicked superkick that sends the challenger right back down to the mat. Seizing his opportunity, Blackwell immediately goes over to the fallen Duran and goes for the cover, hooking the leg as Kivell swings around to count the pinfall....

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The crowd groans as Duran gets a shoulder up this time.

Axis: "Another close pinfall in this match, but the match must go on, and unfortunately for Blackwell, that means that his European title is still endangered."

King: "It's about time he loses it, anyways. He's had it for far too long. Maybe someone should get him drunk before a match so he's guaranteed to get whooped."

Axis: "That's a terrible idea, King!"

King: "But a believable one, no?"

Blackwell attempts to keep his momentum in this match going, bringing the challenger to his feet slowly, Duran gaining his footing on the mat as Christian prepares for the next move. However, John manages to duck out of Christian's grasp, bending down and wrapping his arms around the waist of Blackwell and beginning to push himself forward, gaining momentum as both men seem to be on a collision course for the turnbuckle. Obviously, Blackwell hits first, as Duran's shoulder is driven into his midsection, Christian's back punished by the top turnbuckle, his head snapping backwards.

Immediately, John gets to an upright position and begins raining punches in on the already weakened body of the champion, a left hand, a right hand, a left, a right, another right, a left, all in succession as Duran goes to work on the body of Christian. Matthew Kivell finally steps in to allow Christian a moment to breathe, but when Duran is allowed to continue, Blackwell hasn't moved much, and Duran makes sure of this by planting a boot in the midsection of the Euro champion, placing Blackwell in a front face-lock and then dropping down to the mat.

OOH!

Between the crowd's boos they are humbled by the spiking of Blackwell's head into the mat with a DDT. Duran quickly goes for the cover as Kivell swings around to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

Blackwell gets his foot on the ropes and Kivell manages to notice it before counting the three. Duran looks up and tries to tell Kivell to keep counting, but Matthew lets the challenger see that Christian got his foot on the ropes. However, Duran continues to get in Kivell's face and back him up into the corner, Duran doing most of the talking, or rather, the screaming in Kivell's face, Duran's frustrations exploding in a burst.

Meanwhile, the crowd cheers as Blackwell slowly gets up to his feet and walks towards Duran. John seems to be finished letting off his steam, but Blackwell has already made his move, bringing an arm up in between Duran's legs and falling back, sending Duran over his shoulder, the challenger's shoulders on the ground as Kivell quickly swings around to count the pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The crowd moans in disappointment as Duran kicks out, but they are still abuzz as both men get to their feet. Duran is enraged at this point, but Blackwell is ready for anything that the challenger will throw at him. Blackwell makes the first move, charging at John and attempting to clothesline him, but Duran ducks it and as Christian turns around, John turns around himself, extending his arm out and grabbing Blackwell by the throat. John quickly goes to Blackwell's left side, the crowd booing as Duran lifts Christian off the ground and then drives him back down into the mat back-first with a chokeslam. Duran goes for the victory, covering Blackwell as Kivell swings around again to count the fall.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

As Christian kicks out once again, Duran keeps himself calm instead of flipping out, getting back to his feet and waiting for the champion to get back to his feet. Duran is crouched down; ready to unload a spear into the gut of Blackwell for a second time in this match as Christian slowly gets to his feet, dazed. Duran charges as Christian turns around, the crowd booing until Blackwell dodges, sending John straight into the turnbuckle, his shoulder smacking against the steel post, but the momentum of the missed move sending him backwards into the ring. Christian brings up his left arm and puts it across the neck of Duran, taking John's left leg out from under the challenger and driving him into the canvas with a swank STO that gets the crowd on their feet. It's Blackwell's turn to go for the cover now, Kivell falling down to the mat to make the count once again.

ONE...

TWO...

NO!

Duran kicks out, and the crowd is beginning to wonder how much it will take to bring the challenger down. Christian remains calm, however, and slowly gets back to his feet, bringing Duran up with him. Blackwell goes behind Duran and wraps his arms around the waist of the challenger, but Duran fires back towards Christian, nailing him with an elbow and then another, going behind Blackwell himself and trying to lift Christian's arms up into the full nelson, possibly going for the Break Point. Blackwell slips out of this attempt, however, going behind Duran and going back-to-back with the challenger. Blackwell forces the challenger's arm into a crucifix position, but Duran finds a way out of it again, swinging around and kicking Blackwell in the face with his big black boot, sending Christian upright before Duran locks Blackwell in a big hug and then does a 180 turn, lifting up Christian and driving him down with a belly-to-belly suplex. The crowd is expecting a cover from the challenger, but instead, Duran gets back to his feet, a chorus of boos ringing through New Jersey as Duran calls for the Break Point.

King: "YES! WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! THIS IS GREAT!"

The crowd tries to get behind Blackwell, but Duran brings Christian to his feet and locks on the Full Nelson, lifting the champion up and then slamming Blackwell right back down with a Full Nelson bomb. Duran begins to lean back, and Kivell is poised and ready to ask Blackwell if he gives up as Duran locks on body scissors.

Axis: "There's the Break Point! Duran might just have this match won!"

The two men are very, very close to the ropes, and Blackwell is struggling trying to find a way to shimmy his arms enough so that he can get onto the ropes. Duran locks it on tighter, and Christian is wincing in pain, but shaking off any questions of submitting from Matthew Kivell.

Axis: "What heart we are seeing from Christian Blackwell! He does not want to let this European title go!"

Blackwell tries to push himself towards the ropes with his legs, but Duran simply rolls onto his back, making sure to keep his shoulders up to avoid getting a fluke pinfall from Blackwell.

King: "Blackwell may be one tough S.O.B., but Duran has that Break Point on tight as a glove, and I don't think Blackwell can break it!"

Blackwell struggles against the Break Point, giving it his all to bust out of it, and refusing to submit. However, Duran has him locked too tight for him to get to the ropes anymore. Blackwell has to submit now, or pass out, whichever one comes first. The crowd tries to give Blackwell a second wind, give him some energy to break out of the hold, but it's not happening, as Kivell is just continually getting "no" answers when he asks Blackwell if he wants to submit.

King: "SUBMIT! JUST SUBMIT!"

Finally, Duran...releases Blackwell from the Break Point?

Axis: "What is going on here? Ladies and gentlemen, Duran has released the Break Point!"

King: "WHAT?!?"

Duran almost seems to have steam coming out of his ears, as he grows impatient, dragging Blackwell to his feet. Blackwell suddenly punches Duran in the stomach, sending the challenger stumbling backwards. Christian takes this opportunity to go behind Duran and lock in a double chicken wing lock.

Axis: "HE'S GOING FOR THE CATTLE MUTILATION!"

King: "NO, NO! Duran, what the HELL are you doing?"

Duran's arms are locked behind him, but he manages to get a leg up on the situation by sending his right leg right into the crotch of the champion. The crowd immediately begins to boo as Blackwell is doubled over, Kivell having no idea of what just transpired, dumbfounded by all the events. Duran wastes no time and goes behind Christian, putting an arm up in between the champion's legs.

Axis: "No, not this way, no!"

Duran stands up with Blackwell mounted on his shoulder, fire running through his eyes as he lifts Blackwell up and slams him down to the mat, Blackwell bouncing up slightly before coming to a rest.

King: "RISE AND FALL! NEW CHAMPION, NEW CHAMPION!"

Axis: "He hasn't even pinned him yet!"

Duran goes for the cover now, and the crowd can only watch as Kivell swings around for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

King: "Yes! Yes!"

"Sinner" by Drowning Pool blares again as Kivell raises the hand of Duran, Duran halfway shocked he won the match.

Funyon: "Here is your winner and NEW SJL EUROPEAN CHAMPION...JOHN DURANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

King: "He's got a belt again! Yes, yes!"

Axis: "He cheated to win it again, too!"

King: "I can't hear you over all the cheering, Axis!"

Axis: "What in the hell are you talking about?"

The crowd is angered to no end as Duran is given the belt to Kivell, holding it high in triumph above his head as he mouths obscenities to select members of the crowd that are badmouthing him.

Axis: "I really don't know what to say. John Duran is a disgusting man, and he needs to learn how to fight fair."

King: "Why don't you get in the ring with him, then?"

Axis: "Let's just move on, King."

Duran leaves the ring, continuing to celebrate his European title win with a big smile on his face, "Sinner" continuing to play as he walks towards the back, showing off his new title to the camera.

King: "Don't go anywhere, this night is getting better and better!"

May 9, 2003

Fade in from commercial.

Edge Of Sanity’s long ass death metal masterpiece freakin’ epic “Crimson” blares through the speakers of television sets all throughout the world as S! J! L! Crimson returns from the break to a swivelling shot of all sections of the crowd.

“The ones who didn't follow! Now sharing this moment of grief!

The end of their own existence? In death they had no belief!

Despite all the faith in their queen they couldn't believe what they had seen!

What was the reason for this sacrifice? Nothing is gained from this great demise!

After the ordeal we know she has the powers to deceive us all!

But their dream of sons and daughters has made them standing tall!

For the king had showed them it could be done when his woman gave birth to the sacred one!

But is she of man, made of flesh and blood, or is she the offspring of the unholy...”

Cut to a birds eye shot of the SJL ring, blood stains the matting, either as a result of the previous King Of Fighters match up or just the budget cuts. Cut and pan over to the two fabled SJL commentators, “The Lord of the Shed” Axis and “The Ladies Man” the Suicide King. The two men are happily discussing their own affairs, until they finally become aware of the camera on them...

“Oh... and welcome back fans to S! J! L! CCCCRRRRIIMMMMMSSSSOOOOOOONNNN!!! I hoped you enjoyed tonight’s card, cause I sure have! And finally we are almost nearing the end of the show... and that means it’s time for the MAIN EVENT MATCH! The SJL World Heavyweight Champion, the Antichrist Superstar, Crow will be defending his belt in a two out of three falls match against someone who is similar to him in numerous ways, and this man is Manson. King, thoughts on the upcoming match up?”

“Actually... I do have some thoughts on the upcoming match.”

“Oh God save us.”

“I’m not sure who to root for in this match... now I’ve always been partial to Crow, but recently, he’s turned a bit iffy... and people... are... cheering........... him. Thus, I obviously can’t support him in any match, ANY MATCH! So Manson is my man for this match! He’s my favourite goth, he’s so stylish and sexy!”

“Intriguing comments, King. Uhh... *slaps his head*.. just run the entrances.”

Funyon stands in the center of the ring, with microphone in hand...

“The following match is a two out of three falls match up for the SJL World Heavyweight Championship! This match follows standard rules, where both disqualification and count out apply.”

Born from the ashes of At the Gates, The Haunted’s heavy thrash metal hit “Hate Song” explodes though the speakers! And the house lights drop to pitch black! The crowd lets out a small cry...

...red strobes lights rapidly flash on and off... and there’s the challenger, Manson, standing on the stage amidst all the boos. The long black haired goth makes his way down the ramp hastily, walking with a purpose... he ignores the boos as they are showered upon him.

“Introducing first, the challenger, making his way to the ring, from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 210 pounds and standing at six foot, this is.......MMMMAAAAANNNNNNSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOONNNNNNN!!!”

He rolls under the bottom rope into the ring and walks straight over to his corner and takes a seat.

“There's no need to explain, you know who you are! I deliver the pain, I'm the baddest by far...Die one hundred thousand times! One million ways to...HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE SONG! LIFELONG! HATE SONG!”

Manson stretches his arms across the bottom ropes and stares intently at the stage, awaiting the arrival of his opponent...

...Hate Song dies out, and there’s a momentary silence before...

“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 SSSOOOOUUULLLL!!!”

...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! 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 Antichrist Superstar slowly strides up the steel steps, climbs through the second and third ropes and steps into the ring...

...Manson takes the early shot at Crow! Sideswiping the Antichristian Phenomenon with a stiff punch!

*DING! DING! DING!*

“Manson with the cheap shot before the bell even rings, looks like he’s going to try and gain every unfair advantage tonight!”

“And that, Axis, is the recipe for a successful career, using every dirty tactic you can think of!”

The Champion doesn’t even have the time to take off his belt and hand it to referee Matthew Kivell because Manson is not stopping with the stiff punches! Latching a hold of Crow’s arm, Manson whips him towards the corner... no! Crow reverses the whip and sends Manson running into the corner... Crow quickly undoes his belt and throws it on the canvas as Manson hits his back hard against the turnbuckles! Referee Kivell grabs the belt and throws it to the timekeeper whilst Crow charges at the turnbuckle and jumps into the air, going for the running splash! No! Manson jumps out of the way at the last second and avoids the connection; instead it’s the Antichrist Superstar who feels the connection as he smacks into the turnbuckle face first! Crow stumbles out backwards into a Manson waistlock, a loud heave is heard by the crowd as Manson throws Crow overhead in a german suplex!

...but noo! Crow flips out of the german mid move and lands on his feet, and following, he immediately lunges forward and applies a waistlock of his own! Standing switch and Manson now has got Crow in a hammerlock... but no! Crow drops down to his knees and reaches behind him with his free arm, he clutches at the back of Manson’s head and flips him over in a quick snapmare... no! Manson handstands through the snapmare and runs into the ropes!

“Wow, lots of counters to start off and now Manson’s coming off the ropes...“

The Antichristian Phenomenon drops down onto the mat as Manson comes off, but Manson is quick to jump step over Crow and avoid the trip... Manson comes off the opposite ropes and tries to hit Crow with the spear! No! Crow leapfrogs the charging Goth... Manson comes off the ropes again... but this time, he runs straight into an arm drag! Crow flips him over with the arm drag!

“Antichristian arm drag! One of Crow’s favourite manoeuvres, you can be sure we’re gonna see plenty more of them tonight!”

Both men rise simultaneously but Crow manages to sneak Manson in another arm drag! Manson is once again quickly back to his feet and the Antichrist Superstar goes for the hip toss, but Manson pulls back and disallows Crow the move, quickly following up Manson throws a wild punch into Crow’s stomach which causes him to double over. Using a moment of weakness, Manson moves forward and lifts his knee... straight up into Crow’s face! The blow causes Crow to fly back into the ropes and lean back against them in a daze.

“Oh! Stiff knee to the face! Manson’s own style of plastic surgery! You should get an appointment, Axis!”

Manson latches onto Crow’s arm and whips him into the opposite ropes... Crow comes off and runs straight into a standing fireman’s carry! Nooo! Crow kicks his legs out and weasels his way out of the move! He comes off the ropes as Manson turns around to make another charge at him... but Crow nails a big shoulder block which sends Manson back first down to the canvas! The Antichristian Phenomenon runs to his right and bounces off the ropes, Manson thinks quick and rolls onto his stomach in an attempt to trip Crow up, but his attempt is unsuccessful as Crow easily steps over him and jumps onto the second rope! Crow springboards off the second rope, corkscrews and nails the plancha on Manson! Cover!

ONE!

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TNOOOOOOOOOOOO!

”Manson kicks out, easily pushing Crow off before the two count is made! A fantastic move though by the Antichrist Superstar.”

Both wrestlers rise to their feet simultaneously, and as if there’s a psychological connection, both men lunge at each other and lock on a collar and elbow tie up! The two men battle around the ring, spinning in circles and forcing each other into the ropes until Manson, utilising his superior strength forces Crow back into the corner. Matthew Kivell quickly comes in between the two men and breaks them up... but this doesn’t protect Crow for long as Manson rears his arm back and whips it forward, unloading a vicious knife edged chop across the bare chest of the Antichrist Superstar!

*SMACK!*

“Woooooooooo!”

And Manson decides to unload a couple more!

*SMACK!*

“Wooooooooooo!”

*SMACK!*

“Wooooooooooooooo!”

*SMACK!*

“Wooooooooooooooooo!”

“Ow ow ow, OW! King, is your chest hurting? Cause I know mine is!”

“Not really. You’re just a pussy, Axis.”

Crow’s chest has now turned a shade of crimson, and having had enough, he snaps and lunges his two hands at Manson’s throat and starts choking the life out of him! In one shift motion, Crow jumps out, spins around and throws Manson into the turnbuckle and starts unloading his own brand of knife edged chops!

*SMACK!*

“Woooooooooooooo!”

*SMACK!*

“Woooooooooooooo!”

*SMACK!*

“Woooooooooooooo!”

*SMACK!*

“Woooooooooooooo!”

*SMACK!*

“Woooooooooooooo!”

*SMACK!*

“SIX!”

The crowd catches on and begins to start shouting the number of chops.

*SMACK!*

“SEVEN!”

*SMACK!*

“EIGHT!”

*SMACK!*

“NINE!”

*SMACK!*

“TEN!”

“Ok, NOW my chest is hurting!”

The Antichrist Superstar stops chopping the fuck out of Manson’s chest and latches onto an arm... he Irish whips Manson into the opposing corner and immediately runs after him! The Hateful Goth flies across the ring and smacks in the turnbuckle back first... dazed, he stumbles out forward but soon finds he can’t move his arms freely, and that’s because they’re captured under Crow’s armpits...

...

*SLAM!*

Crow heaves Manson overhead and slams him into the canvas with the Entrapment Suplex!

“Entrapment Suplex! Entrapment Suplex! It’s been a long time since we’ve seen that move! Crow’s floating over for the cover!”

ONE!

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TWO!

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.NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

“And Manson kicks out of the cover in a knick of time! But just barely.”

“Pft, Manson was faking it, he could have kicked out of that at one if he so wished.”

“... yes, King.”

The Antichrist Superstar does not waste time arguing with the referee, instead he concentrates on beating Manson... and beating him very bad. Crow starts stomping on Manson’s face and chest... each blow causes the fallen man to yelp out in pain... Crow backs up and pushes himself back into the ropes. He comes back off, jumps in the air and somersaults forward in an attempt to hit the running somersault senton! But noo! As Crow somersaults in the air Manson rolls towards the ropes Crow bounced off and narrowly avoids being planted with the move! The Antichristian Phenomenon hits nothing... except the canvas, but the momentum of the move allows him to roll up into a vertical base, and as he turns around, he spots a dazed Manson, doubled over near the ropes on the other side of the ring. Seeing an opportunity, Crow charges and flips over Manson’s doubled over body to hit a sunset flip!

... no wait! No he doesn’t! Manson stands up as Crow just begins to jump! The Antichrist Superstar is sent flying in the air, and his body hits the ropes back first... the springiness of the ropes rebound his body and causes him to land VERY awkwardly on the canvas!

“Good god, what a nauseating move! Did you see how Crow landed!? Did you see how his back hit!?”

“Yes I did, Axis. That’s what you get for doubting Manson! Bwaha!”

The Hateful Goth stands up and tries to shake out some cobwebs, the Entrapment Suplex still wearing heavily on his body... in a rather slow manner, he picks Crow back up. He applies a side waistlock and lifts Crow’s right leg laterally... and with a heave, he lifts Crow up ready for a backdrop suplex! But that’s not what Manson has in mind...

...Instead he crotches Crow on the top rope! The Antichrist Superstar’s eyes fly wide open, as his crown jewels are knackered on the top rope... the pain is visible in his eyes, the pain is also visible in the eyes of all females in the world. Manson merely laughs as he turns around and gets a run up... before running towards the turnbuckle, jumping up and springboarding off the ropes! Manson dropkicks Crow in the face and to the outside the man with the sore balls falls! Manson is quick to slide out of the ring and continue his assault on Crow as he harshly lifts him back up to a standing base... he rears his leg back... and fires it forward towards Crow’s side! Crow cries out in pain and clutches at his side... but Manson unleashes another furious roundhouse kick, this time to the other side! Relentless in his attack, Manson throws his knee up into Crow’s stomach numerous times... and the bird falls to the floor in a slump. The Hateful Goth turns his attention away from Crow for a second and turns it towards the New Jersey crowd... he mocks them by saying his favourite quote...

“Hate. It’s not just a gimmick... it’s a way of life.”

...and then proceeds to follow it up with a blistering kick to Crow’s stomach! And another! The Antichrist Superstar hunches over even more so but you’d think at this moment Manson would give Crow just a little time to recover... well, you’d be fuckin’ stupid to believe that... because Manson latches onto Crow’s arm and forces him back to a standing position. Manson whips Crow towards the railing.... nooo! Crow somehow finds the strength to reverse the whip and send Manson running into the railing!

*CRACK!*

The Hateful Goth’s back cracks into the steel railing and he grimaces in agony whilst Crow quickly runs over to the railing and jumps it. The Antichristian Phenomenon is now behind Manson, thus seeing an opportunity, applies an inverted front face lock... and then steps onto the railing.

“We’ve seen this set up before, King!”

“But we didn’t get to see what Crow did with it because Atlas countered it!”

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...

CROW FLIPS FORWARD AND IMPACTS MANSON’S CHIN AGAINST HIS SHOULDER WITH THE DIAMOND DUST!

“DIAMOND DUST! DIAMOND DUST ON THE OUTSIDE! What a brilliant move by Crow, and listen to this crowd! They’re cheering their guts!”

“Noooooooooooo! You people stop cheering, this is not good, start booing, DAMMIT! Poor Manson! Stop cramping his style, Crow! You bastard!”

Manson is breathing heavily on the floor, clutching at his jaw while Crow is sitting up, regaining his strength and trying to let time heal his wounds. Eventually... Crow uses the railing to slowly get back to his feet, and after taking a moment to shake off some dizziness, he grabs a clump of Manson’s hair and slides him into the ring. The Antichrist Superstar follows and lifts Manson up in the center of the ring... a front face lock applied... are we going to see the Natural Born Chaos!? Yes, we are! Crow lifts Manson up vertical in the air...

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NOOOO! MANSON FLAILS HIS LEGS AND FORCES CROW TO PUT HIS BACK DOWN!

Crow tries to lift him up again but Manson sticks his leg in between Crow’s legs and prevents it! He starts firing punches... and breaks out of the front face lock! Crow is stunned as Manson scoops him for the Call Of Cthulhu Driver... but noooooo! Crow slips out of it and lands steadily behind Manson... he applies an inverted face lock and spins Manson around, setting up for a neckbreaker!

...

BUT NO! Manson pushes Crow off! The Antichristian Phenomenon goes flying into the ropes... he comes off and Manson throws his boot into the air for a Yakuza Kick!

...

NOOOO! Crow stops just in time and grabs a hold of Manson’s boot... he throws him around three hundred and sixty degrees!

TOE KICK CAUSES MANSON TO DOUBLE OVER!

FRONT FACE LOCK!

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NNNNNAAAATTTUUUURRRRRAAAAALLLL BBBBOOOOORRRRRRRNNNNN CCCCCCHHHHHAAAAAAOOOOOOOSSSSSSSS!!!

“Crow hits his big move, the jumping brainbuster suplex! The first pinfall is now his! Cover!”

ONE!

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TWO!

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TTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

*DING! DING! DING!*

“The winner of the first fall... CCCRRRRROOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!”

The crowd cheers loudly for the Antichrist Superstar as he gets slowly back onto his feet.

“The Antichrist Superstar wins the first fall of this two out of three falls match up, and wow, it’s been a great match so far, King!”

“... it’s been... alright... it would be MUCH better if Manson got the first pinfall though. But at least now, Manson gets some time to recover... a minute exactly.”

“Yep, the counter has just started on the Smarktron...”

...

Time passes...

...

Crow intently watches the counter on the Smarktron... waiting for it to hit zero... Manson is now beginning to wake up from the NBC-induced slumber. The crowd chants along with the clock...

“FIVE!”

“FOUR!”

“THREE!”

“TWO!”

“ONE!”

*BBBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTT!*

The buzzer goes off and Crow immediately wrenches the now stirring Manson to a standing base...

*SMACK!*

“Wooooooooooo!”

*SMACK!*

“Wooooooooooo!”

*SMACK!*

“Wooooooooooo!”

“A barrage of knife edge chops by the world champion, he’s now looking to get this match over quickly!”

The champion grabs a hold of Manson’s arm and pushes him back into the ropes... Irish whip to the opposite ropes! The Hateful Goth bounces off the ropes... but straight into a Japanese Arm Drag from Crow! Afterwards, the fuckin’ bird backs up to the ropes hastily and comes off them...

...flipping forward into the air and hitting the running somersault senton! The Antichrist Superstar is immediately back to his feet and follows up the high-flying move with a big leg drop!

“The leg drop of doom, King! Crow hooks the leg in a lateral press!”

ONE!

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TWO!

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.NOOOOOOOOOO!

“Leg drop of doom? Excuse me, Crow is NOT Hulk Hogan!”

Manson manages to kick out at the VERY LAST second! Crow almost instantly sticks his three fingers up and motions towards the referee that it was a three count, but Matthew Kivell insists that it was a two, and he holds up the two fingers just to make sure Crow knows it. The Antichristian Phenomenon realises that arguing is a lost cause and that his title is far too important to lose focus on, so... he gets back to his feet, walks over to the ropes and climbs through them. He now stands in the middle of the apron... awaiting the rise of Manson... Crow tentatively clutches at the top rope with both his hands, ready for the split second launch. Manson slowly begins to stand up... stumbling on his way to a standing base... he realises where Crow is lying in wait, but it’s too late...

...Crow jumps up onto the top rope and springboards off with arms wide open in picture-perfect springboard body press!

...

BUT NOOO! MANSON COUNTERS BY SIDESTEPPING AND GRABBING CROW’S LEFT ARM ON THE WAY DOWN! HE LOCKS ON A WAKIGATAME ARMBAR!

“Yeeeeeees! Manson counters with a HUGE move! You see that, Axis!? That’s what a smart wrestler does!”

“Indeed that was a fantastic counter, King!”

The Antichrist Superstar cries out in agony as the hateful man named Manson mercilessly wrenches back on Crow’s left arm! A struggle ensues! Crow desperately clawing his way to the ropes whilst Manson keeps pulling back on Crow’s arm, trying to inflict injury and force the submission... but Crow’s getting the upper hand and is getting closer to the ropes!

...

Crow’s three feet away from the ropes!

...

TWO FEET!

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ONE FOOT AWAY FROM THE ROPES!

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“CROW GRABS THE ROPES! HE GETS THERE! And saves himself from giving up and losing a fall!”

Matthew Kivell steps in and gets Manson to break the hold... Crow immediately clutches at his left arm once the hold is released - that Wakigatame may have done some damage. The Antichrist Superstar is only allowed a few seconds of relief though, because Manson hastily takes his attack and directs it to the left arm. Manson lifts his leg up and stomps repeatedly on the left arm of Crow... each stomp causes Crow to cry out in pain and desperately try to protect it with his body, but it’s no use as Manson continues to find ways of getting to it. The Hateful Goth pulls Crow up and throws him onto the canvas with an over the shoulder arm drag, trying to pull the arm out of the socket with the common martial arts throw! Manson holds onto the arm and gets back up... he wrenches the arm and spins it around, falling back first onto the mat when completely the revolution! That’s not the way an arm’s supposed to twist... if it’s supposed to twist at all! Manson does it again... and again and again and again! And one more time for good measure!

“Ooh... what a nasty manoeuvre from Manson there, trying to mess up Crow’s arm really bad. King, do you think this is part of some plan?”

“Of course it is, Axis.”

“... well, thanks for elaborating on that, King.”

Not allowing Crow any moment of peace, Manson continues to batter the arm with stomps and more stomps! Instantaneously following up, Manson places his big boot on Crow’s left shoulder... and captures Crow’s hand under his arm pit... he then begins to pull back and push down with his boot, trying to separate the arm from the shoulder! Referee Matthew Kivell once again drops to the mat and asks Crow whether he wants to give up, but the only answer he is getting is “NO!”

The Antichrist Superstar bashes at Manson’s leg with his free arm but once again, this only causes Manson to retaliate and pull back even more! Searching for a way out in his agony, Crow gets an idea and moves his head towards Manson’s leg...

...and he bites into Manson’s leg! Manson screams out and lets go out the hold! Needless to say Manson isn’t too happy about that so he mounts Crow and starts throwing VIOLENT and STIFF punches at Crow’s head! Blood starts to rush from Crow’s nose... the nose that was previously broken is very sensitive now, and bleeds almost at the lightest touch. The Hateful Goth latches onto Crow’s left arm and harshly pulls him up, the champion winces at the pain and winces even more as Manson whips him towards the corner. BUT NO! Crow reverses the whip (with great pain, just look at his face) and sends Manson flying back first into the turnbuckle! The Antichrist Superstar crouches down and sticks his left (!?) shoulder out... and charges at the corner, looking for a big spear!

...noooooo! Manson moves out of the way and Crow runs straight into the ring post, there he cries out in absolute torture and slumps down onto the second turnbuckle.

“Oh no! Crow runs shoulder first into the turnbuckle, his left shoulder too... this can only mean bad for the champion.”

“Well, it wasn’t really smart of him to try and hit the spear with his left arm anyway, he got his just deserve.”

Manson smirks and pulls Crow out from between the second and third turnbuckles... and scoops him up in the upside down belly to belly position! He drops to his knee and impacts Crow’s left shoulder against his left knee! The Antichrist Phenomenon falls awkwardly to the canvas clutching at his left arm and shoulder, and no rest is allowed for him once again... it seems Manson is on one of his patented mean streaks as he wrenches Crow back by the hair and spits in his face! The crowd boos this gesture but Manson replies with the middle finger, which the crowd boos even more! Manson latches onto Crow’s left arm and whips him into the ropes... he comes off and Manson tries to take Crow down into a crippler crossface.... but NOOO! Crow drops to a knee and restricts the take down... Manson tries to push Crow down but he’s resisting and he manages to roll out of it! Using the momentum Crow rolls up to his feet and nails a stunned Manson with a toe kick to the stomach... and applies a front face lock with his right arm!!!

“The Antichrist Superstar has got Manson set up for the Natural Born Chaos! If he hits this, he’s got the match in the bag!”

Crow summons all his strength... and HEAVES Manson up vertical into the air! The end is near!

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NOOOOOOOOO! CROW’S LEFT ARM BUCKLES UNDER THE PRESSURE OF MANSON’S WEIGHT! CROW CRIES OUT AS PAIN SURGES THROUGH HIS ARM!

Manson falls out of Crow’s grasp and lands on his feet! He immediately goes to take advantage of Crow’s hurt arm! Manson grabs Crow’s arm, jumps and scissors locks its, causing Crow to be pulled down to the mat! And he locks in...

... the Crucifix Armbar! The Jujigatame Armbar! He’s got in locked in... and Crow’s screaming in agony... SCREAMING IN FUCKING AGONY! Manson is pulling back on Crow’s arm viciously, much like a mean Chris Benoit would! Referee Matthew Kivell jumps onto the mat and starts asking Crow the question!

“Do you give up!? Give up!?”

“No! NO! Ahhhhhhhhh! No!”

Manson is demonic in his attack, he screams taunts at Crow, screaming at him to give up whilst he pulls back on Crow’s arm with all his might, trying to hyperextend the elbow! Crow starts to try and wriggle his way out of the move, by punching at Manson’s knees... but this only makes Manson pull back even more!

...

“Do you give up, Crow!?”

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“Aaaahhhhhh!! I give up! I give up!”

*DING! DING! DING!*

“The winner of the second fall... MMMMAAAAANNNNNNNSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOONNNNN!!!”

“And the timer has started once again! King... my god, Manson DOMINATED that fall, Crow got little, if any offence in!”

“That was some magnificent strategy from Manson during that fall, he realised that he had to do something to shut down Crow. And he decided to eliminate Crow’s main weapon, the Natural Born Chaos, and not to mention the majority of Crow’s specialty moves by assaulting an arm. And it has worked brilliantly thus far.”

The Antichrist Superstar clutches at his left arm for half a minute and nurses it, hoping that the pain will soon end... but he knows that will not happen, and thus, decides to take a new means of action. He gets up and approaches Manson (who is leaning back against the corner and slowly moving into the center of the ring) and bends over, sticking his head up...

“COME ON! HIT ME! HIT ME, YOU LITTLE FUCK!”

Manson almost obliges as he stands in the center of the ring, but the referee’s screams out an ejection stops him... instead he just anxiously waits...

“FIVE!”

“FOUR!”

“THREE!”

“TWO!”

“ONE!”

*BBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTT!*

The buzzer goes off and Manson fires a stiff roundhouse kick to Crow’s side... but Crow fires one right back! It’s time for a war of roundhouse kicks! The two men exchange several brutal kicks but Manson gains the upper hand when he fires one directly at Crow’s left arm! Crow shouts out at the connection and Manson latches onto the left arm once again... an Irish whip into the ropes! The Antichrist Superstar comes off and gets spun up in a tilt-a-whirl...

...NOOOOOOO! Crow reverses the move and somehow, manages to flip Manson over in a flying headscissors! What AMAZING speed! Manson lands parallel to the ropes and Crow instantly notices this, and of course, takes advantage of it! He runs towards the ropes, jumps up onto the second rope and backflips off! He spreads his wings in the crucifix pose and lands stomach first on top of Manson with a Quebrada moonsault! Cover!

ONE!

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TWO!

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..NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

“Manson kicks out, King! How in the hell did he do that!?”

“Axis, do you know what is at stake here!? This is not just about the World Title... this is more than that! This is about pride and the right to boast about who scores more chicks!”

The Antichrist Superstar can’t believe it... he slides off of Manson and lies down on the mat, clutching at his hair and trying to figure out just how Manson managed to kick out. Crow shakes his left arm, trying to work some feeling back into again, Manson has worked it over ever since the second fall and it’s starting to show. Manson is starting to stir in the middle of the ring, and Crow, knowing that he has to do something quick, runs over to the turnbuckle and ascends to the top rope. Crow perches himself on the top rope, patiently waiting and stalking Manson’s body with his eyes... waiting for the exact split second to shoot towards his prey. A small amount of time passes and Manson is now starting to get back to his feet... off balance and stumbling he manages to regain his footing, he’s dazed and confused... he doesn’t know where Crow is!

“Look out, Manson! He’s behind you! NO! Watch out!”

Groggily turning around, Manson’s eyes fly wide open and almost pop out of his head as the Antichrist Superstar leaps off the turnbuckle and captures the stylish goth’s head with his legs!

...

NOOO! MANSON CATCHES CROW AND POWERBOMBS HIM INTO THE CANVAS! MANSON WAS PLAYING POSSUM, HE WAS READY FOR THE ATTACK!

Crow’s back slams into the mat and sends a tremendous echo throughout the arena, causing an eruption of moans in the crowd!

“Good god what a damn powerbomb! And Manson holds onto the legs for the cover!”

ONE!

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TWO!

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..NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

“CROW KICKS OUT! Just in a knick of time, he was almost GONE on that cover!”

“Axis! What the hell is going on here!? That was a damn three, and you bloody know it! I tell you this match is rigged... RIGGED I tell you!”

“Now King! Matthew Kivell may be ugly, he may be lazy, he may get knocked out too easily and he damn sure cries too much, but Matty sure as hell doesn’t cheat!”

“Yeah, right! Manson certainly agrees with me that that count was a three!”

King’s right, because Manson is getting in the face of the referee right about now and all Matty can do is stick his two fingers in front of Manson and insist it was a two count! The stylish gothboy isn’t happy about it, but what can he do? Knock out the referee and get disqualified? Not a chance in hell, Manson has respect, respect for wrestling and the championship belt... and he’s not going to cost himself at a chance to win the gold over a petty slow count. Hate Personified turns his attention back to Crow and decides to take out his frustration in that direction, he runs at the fallen man and starts mercilessly kicking Crow in every part of the human anatomy. Brutal shots to the face cause the Antichrist Superstar’s mouth to fill with blood... and don’t expect Manson to stop just with that, he quickly picks the now wingless antichristian back up to a standing base. On the way up, Crow spits out a mouthful of blood onto the canvas, and with it falls a tooth from the back of Crow’s mouth... dislodged by one of Manson’s brutal kicks.

“Oh sweet Jesus, is that what I think it is, King!?”

“I think it is, Axis! It’s an extra large tic-tac!”

“... I think it’s a tooth, King.”

“A tooth? Yeah... whatever, Axis.”

Manson has the advantage right now, Crow is at his mercy, and since there is no mercy in the sport of wrestling, Manson hooks both of Crow’s legs and lefts him up in the air! Manson kneels down and drops Crow tailbone first on his knee! This sends shots of unpleasantness through Crow’s body... Manson lifts Crow up again in the same manner, but this time he does not drop him on his knee, instead he walks over to the turnbuckle and sits Crow on top. The Stylish Gothboy fires a few stiff right hands to Crow’s face, further adding insult to the already bleeding mouth, and then climbs up to the second rope. From there, Manson applies a tight front face lock with his right arm on the Antichristian Phenomenon... he squeezes increasingly tight as he steps up onto the top rope, and this forces Crow to stand up on the top rope as well or face his head being pulled damn off! Manson has got Crow set up for the superplex off the top rope!!!

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MANSON TRIES TO LIFTS CROW UP...

... BUT NO CROW STRUGGLES IN AN ATTEMPT TO STOP IT! THE TWO MEN STRUGGLE ON THE TOP ROPE~! THEY’RE TEETERING ON THE TOP ROPE!

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CROW GETS THE ADVANTAGE AND PUSHES MANSON BACKWARD OFF THE TOP ROPE! MANSON STILL HOLDS ONTO THE FRONT FACE LOCK AND DRAGS CROW OFF THE TOP TOO!

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BUT CROW SHIFTS HIS WEIGHT AND FALLS ONTO HIS BACK, DRIVING MANSON’S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS WITH A RIGHT ARM TOP ROPE DDT!

CROW FLOATS OVER FOR THE COVER! Matthew Kivell drops to the mat and starts to slam his hand against the canvas...

ONE!

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TWO!

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TTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

*DING! DING! DING!*

“The winner of the this bout... as a result of gaining two out of three pinfalls... STILL the SJL World Heavyweight Champion... CCCCRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!”

The crowd roars in approval at the announcement of Crow being the damn winner! The referee helps the Antichrist Superstar who is still lying on top of the twitching heap otherwise known as Manson up to his feet and raises his hand in victory. Medical personnel rush down to the ring to help the fallen Manson to the back.

“Well fans, Crow has retained his title in a great match, but it was... at a great cost. A hostile match between these two men, and both en suffered much hurt. Crow at the moment clutching at his arm, which has to be sore after Manson’s relentless assault upon it... and Manson, who has had problems with his neck in the past, is now getting medical assistance after being DDTed off the top rope.”

The Antichrist Superstar is given his World Title and deck of cigarettes by the Timekeeper... he pulls out a smoke, lights it up and almost inhales one third of the cigarette in one drag.

“I guess he was craving... anyway, you are quite right, Axis... surprisingly. It was a frightfully intense match between these two men. A lot of bad blood and it seemed to me, to be a very personal encounter. And even though my pick did not win, Crow did very well to fight through the pain and eventually pick up the victory here tonight.”

Crow ascends the turnbuckle and stands on the top rope, smoking his cigarette and holding his world title belt in the air to a copious amount of cheers and screams.

“That’s it for tonight fans, see you soon for the next edition of SJL programming... METAL! Good night.”

May 9, 2003

Results!

Blazenwing kicks us off with a promo saying if he loses, he's gone!

Blazenwing proceeds to lose the TV title match to Matthews.... by default.

Next up, Dillon and Breslin BOTH WRITE! And Leo comes out with a victory.

For the European title, John Duran DEFEATS Christian Blackwell.... by default.

In the much anticipated King of Fighters match, Vik Tarakanov wins by... wins by... uh... well, he won by default too, but that's hardly the story of the match.

And in the MAIN EVENT, Crowe retains his title versus Manson... by default.

See a trend, here? Ugh.

I will now rush to make a card. Should be up soon, although I doubt any of you are reading as I post this.

Edited May 9, 2003 by realitycheck

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