Losing Match

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Funyon: The following contest is a Chairshot match scheduled for one fall and is for the SJL WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!

 

Axis: It’s a simple yet brutal match King. Va’aiga’s not one for glass tubes, barbed wire and weed whackers. All you get to do in this match is pummel your opponent to death with cold hard steel.

 

Suicide King: And there’s a chance for some proper wrestling in there to, however unlikely that may sound coming form these two guys.

 

The arena drops to darkness, as Va'aiga's shadow appears in the entranceway, dressed in his hooded training top with the hood down.

 

Funyon: Introducing first, the challenger. He hails from Rotorua, New Zealand and weighs in tonight at two hundred and eighty five pounds. He is the Maori Badass, the Beast from the South Pacific and the number one contender to the SJL Title… this is VAAAAAAAA’AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIGAAAAAAAAAA

 

SLAM! DUH DUH DUH! DUH DUH DUH! MAKE NOISE BE BOYS!

 

Pryo fires off as the first "SLAM!" of "Slam (The Remix)" by Onyx & Biohazard hits, and the crowd launches into a massive cheer. Gold strobe lights pierce the darkness of the entrance ramp as Va'aiga begins his slow walk to the ring, throwing a few phantom jabs on the way.

 

SLAM! DUH DUH DUH! DUH DUH DUH! LET THE BOYS BE BOYS!

SLAM! DUH DUH DUH! DUH DUH DUH! MAKE NOISE BE BOYS!

 

The Smarktron shows images of Va'aiga shadow boxing and posing, cut with some of his biggest in ring hits - Maori Dropping Thor, the chairshot on Spike Jenkins, Maori Dropping John Duran, staring off with Janus, Maori Dropping Spike Jenkins... Inside the ring Va'aiga rolls down his hood and raises his fists to the crowd, then takes off his top and throws it to a ring assistant before firing off the Maori hand sign.

 

Axis: Va’aiga looks ready for a long fight tonight King. The Maori Badass exudes quiet confidence.

 

Suicide King: We all know he’s a ball of rage ready to uncurl at any moment. And Crow’s got under his skin before… maybe he’ll snap again tonight.

 

Axis: If you were in Crow’s shoes, would you WANT Va’aiga to snap?

 

Suicide King: If it helped me retain my title, yes, and DAMN the consequences.

 

Funyon: And his opponent, and the reigning SJL World Champion… he weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty one pounds and hails from Adelaide, Australia via Anchorage, Alaska. He is the Cigarette Smoking, Light Tube Smashing Antichrist Phenomenon, ladies and gentlemen this is CROOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

 

Crow walks into the entranceway, belt strapped around his waist, cigarette lit in his mouth. “Natural Born Chaos” by Soilwork fires up and Crow strides down the entrance ramp to huge cheers and applause. Crow stubs out his cigarette on the ring post and slides into the ring, standing on the second turnbuckle in the crucifix pose he is known for, staring out into the crowd.

 

DO I DARE TO TRUST MY FAITH RIGHT NOW

AS IT FOOLS MY MIND SOMEHOW

REBORN – ONCE AGAIN

ERASE - AND REPENT

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!

 

Crow crosses to the other side of the ring and hits the crucifix again, making sure all sides of the arena get chance to see him, before returning to the center of the ring and handing his belt to Funyon for safe keeping. Funyon shows the belt to the crowd as referee Matthew Kivell checks both combatants over for concealed weapons.

 

Axis: Who’d back against Crow tonight? He’s seen off the SJL’s hottest stars to keep that title around his waist. He’s had to beat the extreme atheist Atlas, the satanic Dace Night and the gothic warrior Manson.

 

Suicide King: And tonight he gets a different test in Va’aiga. Someone who cares nothing for religious attitudes, and everything about caving people’s skull in.

 

Axis: I think violence is the only religion for the Maori Badass.

 

The bell rings and Crow and Va’aiga circle, both wary of each other due to their past encounters. Va’aiga takes a stutter step forward looking for a lock up, but Crow steps away, knowing he’d be overpowered in such a situation. Crow dances and weaves avoiding a few thrown jabs of Va’aiga, then shoots for a leg, but Va’aiga steps aside and Crow slides through and back up to a vertical base. The pair circle again, both with guards up.

 

Axis: A cagey start from both of the wrestlers here. Crow and Va’aiga have faced off before and with such a huge stake on this match, neither wants to make the first mistake.

 

Suicide King: It’s a wise strategy, Axis. Anyone making an error in this match is likely to have it punished quickly.

 

Va’aiga bounces himself of the ropes, to build a little momentum and charges Crow, ducking to look for a tackle, but Crow leapfrogs over the massive Maori. Carried by his momentum Va’aiga bounces off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and thunders back into the middle where Crow is standing. Crow this time drops down and Va’aiga is forced to vault over

the Antichrist Phenom, again thundering across the ring and into the ropes. Crow kips up and looks to launch a dropkick into the rebounding Va’aiga, but Va’aiga grabs hold of a rope to steady himself and Crow slams down into the mat, hitting nothing but air. Crow shakes himself down and returns to his feet and the pair circle again.

 

Axis: These two guys have faced a couple of times before, and it seems that they know what the other combatant does before they do!

 

Crow steps in at Va’aiga and picks an arm, wrenching it round in the first offensive move of the match. Crow hip tosses Va’aiga out of the arm lock and drops a quick elbow onto the downed Maori. Crow rushes the far ropes and looks to hit a running elbow drop, but Va’aiga rolls out of the way and Crow hits nothing but canvas. Va’aiga rolls away and stands up, and Crow does the same before Va’aiga can launch any stomps into his prone form. The pair face off again and the crowd lets off a strong cheer.

 

Axis: The volume in this building is intense. This is obviously the title match people have wanted to see for weeks now.

 

Suicide King: Crow is a good champion and Va’aiga is certainly a world title level combatant.

 

Va’aiga and Crow tie up, Va’aiga launching into the collar and elbow faster than Crow could escape this time. Va’aiga drops round into a back waistlock, but Crow counters into one of his own. Crow attempts a German Suplex on the Maori Badass, but with Va’aiga fighting hard against the move Crow can’t find the leverage to get the mighty Maori over. Va’aiga re-reverses and takes control of the grappling situation again, suplexing Crow over with a MASSIVE German, and holds on with a low bridge….

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T… and Crow lifts a shoulder.

 

 

Axis: The first real pin attempt of this match, and that barely got a two count.

 

Suicide King: Crow should know he can’t suplex over the Massive Maori.

 

Axis: I’ll admit that was maybe a tactical error by Crow, but in the heat of a reversal sequence, can you blame the Antichrist Phenom.

 

Va’aiga lets Crow stand again and the Antichrist Superstar and the Maori Badass face off again. Crow lashes a chop off into the broad chest of Va’aiga, and the crowd whoos along with the move. Va’aiga doesn’t even flinch, however. Crow redoubles his effort and throws another chops. Same result, with the whooing from the crowd not really willing Va’aiga into moving backwards, or even recognizing the effects of the knife hand strike. Crow lashes another chop in and Va’aiga decides that he’s had plenty enough of the strikes and FLATTENS Crow with a massive Lariat.

 

Va’aiga: MY HOUSE!

 

The crowd cheers for Va’aiga as Crow rolls outside to regroup. Va’aiga throws another Maori hand sign for the crowd.

 

Suicide King: Is all this showboating going to do anything but let Crow recover? What DOES Va’aiga think he’s doing?

 

Axis: Well I think Va’aiga feeds off the crowd a little, and maybe with the new found popularity of Crow, Va’aiga is anxious to get the crowd on his side.

 

Suicide King: Pandering to these morons isn’t going to do anything but help your opponent, Axis.

 

Va’aiga moves to the edge of the ring and looks down at Crow, and quick as a flash Crow grabs for Va’aiga’s ankles, tripping the massive Maori up. Crow drags Va’aiga under the bottom rope and softens up the Maori Badass with a sequence of jabs and a pair of stylish uraken.

 

Axis: Those Backfist strikes are one of Crow’s most potent punch variants.

 

Crow grabs for an arm of Va’aiga and whips him across into the guardrail, then hits a lightning fast dropkick, bundling Va’aiga over the rail and into the first row of the audience. Crow slides himself back into the ring and taking a few steps back to size up the distance Crow launches himself at the ropes and hits a MASSIVE Springboard Somersault Senton…. But Va’aiga blocks by grabbing a chair from near him and holding it up so Crow bounces back first off the steel!!!!! Va’aiga holds up the chair to show what he has done, the slings it aside and picks up a fresh folding weapon and heads back into the ring. Crow takes up to 8 of his ten count to recover then heads back into the ring himself, just beating out the count, remembering to arm himself with his own chair.

 

Axis: Both men are back in the ring now, and both are armed with totally legal foreign objects.

 

Suicide King: I’m sure the watching public have got the idea of the rules by NOW, Axis.

 

Va’aiga and Crow circle each other, like two hunters each stalking the other as prey. Crow swings his chair in a sweeping arc, forcing Va’aiga to back off and keep his distance. Va’aiga does the same and the pair exchange frustrated stares. Va’aiga grunts disapprovingly at Crow and spurred on Crow takes a step in and attempts an overhead strike on Va’aiga, but Va’aiga uses the chair to block! There is a deafening crash of steel on steel and the pair back off. Va’aiga this time is the first to attempt a shot and Crow uses his chair to block. The pair return to their circling positions.

 

Axis: It’s a stalemate with chair in mid ring, and I’m not sure what either of these two wrestlers can do to break it.

 

Suicide King: I think Va’aiga could use his height advantage, but it’s a risky business either way, Axis.

 

Va’aiga steps in and swipes a chair sideways, towards the head of Crow, but Crow blocks with an overhead swing, forcing the arcing chair down and away from where it had intended to hit. Crow swings sideways and Va’aiga blocks with an overhead swing, repeating Crow’s feat. Both men back off then come out swinging, and crash after crash after crash rings out through the arena as steel meets steel with each simultaneous swing! Va’aiga changes technique and backs off, dodging backwards after a flashing swish of steel from Crow and FINALLY connects with a softened, short overhead blow, staggering Crow backwards. Crow drops his chair and allows himself the extra maneuverability to dodge loose wide swings from Va’aiga, and the Maori Badass counters by throwing his chair at Crow, allowing the Antichrist Superstar to catch it, but merely using that as a distraction to hit a RUNNING TACKLE! Crow goes down under the spear like blow.

 

Axis: What a breathtaking sequence that was King, but I’m not sure that either man has been able to use the chairs to their full potential so far.

 

Suicide King: Give it time, Axis, give it time. I think these combatants require a little more of an advantage before resulting to the basic chair swinging technique.

 

Va’aiga closes in on the grounded Crow and picks him up off the ground. Looking at where the chair he threw at Crow had ended up, Va’aiga leads Crow into position by the hair then picks the Aussie up over his shoulder and slams him forcefully down onto the cold hard steel back first.

 

Va’aiga: OH YEAH!

 

Va’aiga lays down a couple of quickly thrown stomps down into the sternum of Crow as the Antichrist Superstar writhes around in pain from landing back first on the steel. Va’aiga drops to cover…

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR… and Crow kicks out. Va’aiga picks himself up and curses.

 

Axis: A good cover attempt there, it may have only been off a simple slam, but it wazs still a slam onto steel.

 

Suicide King: If Va’aiga can hit the Maori Drop or something else as powerful onto a steel chair, this match will be over in a flash, Axis.

 

Va’aiga picks Crow up off the mat and glances down, arching his eyebrow at the chair implanted in it. Va’aiga grabs for Crow’s arm and whips him forcefully into the ropes, and waits for his return, then flicks Crow up into the air, using all of the Antichrist Superstar’s momentum against him. Crow however extends his arms as he falls out of the sky from the flapjack, and takes a harder blow on his limbs to avoid landing again on the unforgiving steel chair.

 

Axis: That shows the importance you have to place on chairs in this match, King. Crow was prepared to bust his wrists and ankles in extending his body to avoid hitting the chair there.

 

Suicide King: It’s dangerous either way you look at it though, Axis. And Crow needs his limbs in working order to keep utilizing his speed advantage in the match, just to avoid the physical dominance Va’aiga can place over him.

 

Va’aiga grabs Crow again and lifts him from the mat in a semi bearhug, then with a grunt of effort, the Maori Badass hoists Crow over his head, suplexing him backwards with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly. Crow looks up, staring at the lights and drawing breath deeply, and gets nothing but his vision obscured by the massivbe cranium of the Maori Badass, as Va’aiga picks Crow up, this time by the throat, and lifts the young SJL Champion up to a vertical base again. Matthew Kivell counts at Va’aiga, giving him the customary five second to break the illegal choke, and Va’aiga breaks by simply tossing Crow away and back down to the mat. Crow is left sat against the ropes and Va’aiga looks down and grins at the seated and stunned Antichrist.

 

Axis: Va’aiga is treating Crow a little dismissively here. Do you think that the Maori Badass is showing a little disdain for his opponent here, King?

 

Suicide King: Well if I had this much dominance, even if it has been for a short period, I’d be looking down on my opponent. Of course I look down on those who suffer at my hands because I’m ALWAYS better than them.

 

Va’aiga kicks Crow across the face to ensure that the Antichrist Superstar isn’t going to move on him, then grabs for the chair Crow had earlier discarded, left on the ring apron. Va’aiga places the chair across Crow’s chest. Va’aiga backs up and baseball slides down towards Crow, but Crow rolls to a side and Va’aiga goes flying out of the ring! Crow adds an extra swipe for the chair to add a little extra spice to Va’aiga’s unprepared exit! Crow taps himself on the forehead giving the universal sign of “I was being a bit clever there.”

 

Axis: Crow outsmarting the Maori Badass there.

 

Suicide King: To be fair that’s not the most difficult task a SJL superstar would ever have to face.

 

Axis: That’s a little uncharitable…

 

Suicide King: Well come on, Va’aiga’s no genius. And Pope John Paul II is no Buddhist.

 

Crow looks down at Va’aiga laying outside and rolls out to the ring apron. Crow holds the chair he’s grabbed across his back with one hand and using the other to steady himself leaps up to the middle rope, then hits a perfect back flip splash onto the grounded Va’aiga, holding the chair in place across his back!

 

Axis: ATOMIC ASAI EVENFLOW MOONSAULT!

 

Suicide King: I’m stunned Axis, I’m stunned.

 

Axis: What a move from Crow, but I’m not sure he’s going to be able to capitalize on it immediately.

 

Crow writhes around in pain on the floor, but unlike Va’aiga is able to reasonably quickly regain his footing, leaving the chair pressed into Va’aiga’s ribs. Crow hops up onto the ring apron and rushes a few brief steps towards Va’aiga, leaping off the apron and hitting a leg drop down onto the chair across Va’aiga’s ribs. Va’aiga spits out a mouthful of spittle, forced out by the power of the drop onto the chair as Crow composes himself and picks up Va’aiga, rolling the bulky Maori back into the ring. Crow follows him in and goes for the cover…

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR… and Va’aiga kicks out. The crowd cheers for the close attempt and for the kick out, and Crow gets back to a standing position quickly.

 

Axis: Crow landing a couple of high impact moves out of the ring there. I think that could have a winding effect on Va’aiga.

 

Suicide King: Yeah but it could also have some effect on Crow himself, a lot of Crow’s high flying offense may draw the punters in, but it’s all a little risky to him personally.

 

Crow lifts Va’aiga up and whips the Maori Badass into a corner, following in with a dropkick which forces Va’aiga to slump in the corner. Crow kicks a chair into position and spins a finger round in the air, signaling out to the crowd for the murderous DDT! The packed arena responds with a huge cheer as Crow ascends to the top turnbuckle and wraps his arm round the neck of the Maori Badass.

 

Axis: Crow looking to Murderous DDT Va’aiga onto that chair. That could be a match winner for the Antichrist Superstar.

 

Suicide King: The thing is, in a match like this, any move that either wrestler pulls off could be instant death. That’s the nature of such brutal stipulations.

 

Crow leaps off the buckle, swinging Va’aiga round, but the Maori Badass counters in mid air and throws Crow off him in a makeshift Atomic Whip! Va’aiga rushes at Crow, but the Antichrist Phenomenon leaps quickly to his feet and catches the onrushing Maori with an ULTRA STIFF kick to his ribs! Va’aiga rocks back and Crow follows with a second kick! Crow kicks again, but misses as Va’aiga staggers back and Crow’s foot ends up swinging round in a Bruce Lee-ish arc, wowing the crowd but causing little damage.

 

Axis: Crow bringing his martial arts skills to the contest. This is certainly an edge to Crow’s wrestling style he’s been working on, and also one that can even out the difference between him and larger wrestlers.

 

Suicide King: It’s a skill you need when facing a massive meathead like the Maori Badass.

 

Crow fires off another pair of stiff kicks to Va’aiga’s ribs and then one or two to the massively built legs of the Maori Badass. Crow looks up to the crowd as he lifts one of the legs of Va’aiga up and steps through. Crow crosses Va’aiga’s other leg into a four shape and grapevining both legs. Crow turns round, turning Va’aiga onto his back, locking in THE SHARPSHOOTER!

 

Axis: SHARPSHOOTER! SHARPSHOOTER! SHARPSHOOTER! This could be over, this could be it for the Maori Badass!

 

Suicide King: It’s a hold that effects seven major muscle groups. I think the big Maori could be toast.

 

Va’aiga growls out in pain as the hold is applied, and beings inching his way forwards, trying to uncurl himself and remove some of the pressure of the hold. Crow is forced to back up a little to keep the pressure of the hold applied.

 

Suicide King: Do you think going to a leg hold after mainly attacking the ribs of Va’aiga was a great idea, Axis?

 

Axis: Well the hold also affects the muscles around the ribcage, and fits in well with what strategy, if strategy in such a brutal match IS the word, of Crow.

 

Suicide King: And more importantly why does Va’aiga appear to be backing AWAY from the ropes?

 

Va’aiga inches the hold towards the center of the ring as Crow wrenches forcefully on his legs applying more and more pressure to the Maori Badass. Va’aiga stretches himself out, uncurling himself again, loosening the hold a little, and reaching out with his right hand… not for the ring ropes, but for the chair that Crow had set up for the murderous DDT! Va’aiga grabs hold of the chair, and then suddenly reverses the direction he was attempting to force the hold, giving himself room to swing the chair blind over his head and smash it into the skull of Crow! Crow loses pressure on the hold and breaks, and Va’aiga grabs hold of his own leg and begins to rub it.

 

Suicide King: What’s he DOING Axis?

 

Axis: I think that Va’aiga is attempting to get the blood flow back to his legs, King. It’s only what any physiotherapist would try to do after a leg stretching.

 

Suicide King: It still looks odd to me, Axis. It’s not natural.

 

Crow gets to his feet and aims a kick at the seated Va’aiga. But Va’aiga swats Crow’s leg away, blocking the attack. Crow tries for another kick and again Va’aiga blocks. Crow tries for a third kick and this time Va’aiga spins and catches Crow’s leg, and begins to slowly stand, grabbing Crow’s protruding limb. Crow shakes his head furiously, and Va’aiga grins and hits Crow with a MASSIVE Maeda Capture suplex! Crow crashes down to the mat with a resounding thump, and Va’aiga floats over to a cover…

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE…. And Crow kicks out again.

 

Axis: WOW that nearly did for Crow there. The Maori Badass hit that reversal suplex with the maximum amount of impact. And Crow could so easily have lost his title there.

 

Suicide King: He’s not just reversed the move, he may have reversed the momentum of the whole match there.

 

Va’aiga grabs for crow and picks him up off the canvas. Va’aiga looks at Crow and fires off a left cross. Crow staggers back a couple of steps with the power of Va’aiga’s strong punch. Va’aiga fires off a second left cross and Crow staggers again. Va’aiga throws a third and Crow nearly loses his footing. Va’aiga draws his big meat hook right hand back to his lips and kisses it for luck, then fires a MASSIVE right hook to Crow’s chin, and the Antichrist Superstar drops down. Va’aiga drops down and covers again

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR… and Crow kicks out. Va’aiga smashes his hands into the mat in frustration.

 

Axis: I think that Va’aiga is beginning to lose his temper here, King.

 

Suicide King: I think that’s a good thing for Crow. I could be wro… no wait I’m Suicide King, I’m NEVER WRONG. It’s a good thing for Crow.

 

Va’aiga lifts Crow up off the mat and whips him into the far ropes. Crow bounces off them and flies back to Va’aiga, and the Maori badass wrenches him up over his shoulder and slams Crow down into the mat again. Va’aiga looks over to where the chair is laying on the other side of the ring and drags it into the centre, stamping on it to make sure the chair is nice and sturdy. Va’aiga lifts Crow up and fires off a big punch into the chest of Crow, bending the Antichrist Phenom double. Va’aiga screams out to the audience, and places Crow into a standing head scissors, the picks up Crow over his shoulders and POWERFULLY blasts Crow down with a release Powerbomb!!! Va’aiga covers again

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR… and Crow kicks out. Va’aiga grimaces and stands, grinding his boot disrespectfully in Crow’s face.

 

Axis: Va’aiga definitely wants to finish this match as quickly as possible. Maybe the fatigue is going to tell on Crow.

 

Suicide King: I’d be fatigued if I’d been repeatedly dropping back first onto a steel chair. Man Crow should be in a pin by now, it’s amazing that he hasn’t given up yet.

 

Axis: Crow is made of stronger stuff than that, King and you know it.

 

Va’aiga lifts Crow up and looks out into the audience, preparing to finish Crow off. Va’aiga floats round to the back of Crow and sets Crow up in an inverted face lock, positioning for an inverted DDT type move. Va’aiga looks to suplex Crow up over his shoulder, but Crow doesn’t budge, somehow managing to block the attempt with his leg. Va’aiga growls to himself and settles for Inverted DDTing Crow down onto the steel again.

 

Axis: I think Va’aiga was going for the Pacific Driver, but Crow was able to block the move’s set up there.

 

Suicide King: I’ve never seen the move, but I’ve heard about it form Va’aiga’s training sessions, and Crow may well have just saved his life by avoiding being Pacific Driven down onto steel.

 

Axis: Maybe we’ll see the move later in the match though, King.

 

Va’aiga picks Crow off the mat again, this time by Crow’s matted black locks. With not even a trace of triumph in his voice Va’aiga calls out to the crowd to tell them “It’s Over!”, and the response to the Maori Badass is mixed, maybe even leaning a little more towards boos than cheers. Va’aiga kicks the chair that was laying beneath Crow into position again and forcefully kicks the Antichrist Superstar in the stomach, bending the champ double. Va’aiga gut wrenches Crow up and holds Crow across his broad and toned chest before leaping into the air and falling forward, Maori Dropping Crow down onto the chair beneath him.

 

Axis: Back into steel, ribcage into ribcage. That was a Maori Drop worthy of winning any title.

 

Suicide King: I don’t think Va’aiga is done, Axis. I think the Maori is taking a little more time and ensuring a victory.

 

Va’aiga grabs at the grounded Crow and flips him over onto his back. Va’aiga grabs for the chair that Crow had landed on, and holds it up for the crowd to see. The Massive Maori smashes the chair across the upper back of the Antichrist Superstar to keep Crow grounded, then leaves the chair across Crow’s back. Va’aiga grabs for Crow’s left arm and holds it across the young Australian’s lower back, then pinning it in place Va’aiga grabs for Crow’s other arm and wrenches it so Crow’s wrists touch at the base of his spine.

 

Axis: What’s Va’aiga doing, King?

 

Suicide King: I have no idea, Axis, but I’m damn sure Va’aiga has something evil in mind.

 

Va’aiga grabs the chair from Crow’s back, using his other arm to pin the cross in place, then unfolds the chair a little and forces Crow’s arms into the chair, crossing them inside the seat of the chair and folding the chair back down, trapping Crow’s arms inside it. Va’aiga leaves Crow in place, and the Antichrist Superstar struggles to get free, but with his arms crossed and trapped, the Aussie champion can’t extricate himself.

 

Axis: Va’aiga has Crow trapped in the chair and he’s walking off? What can the Maori Badass be doing.

 

Suicide King: I’m worried for Crow, Axis. I think Va’aiga is going for another chair. Va’aiga is looking to do to BOTH Crow’s arms what I believe they call “Pillmanizing.”

 

Axis: You think he’s going to try to break both Crow’s wrists at once? Not even the Maori Badass could be that brutal.

 

Va’aiga walks over to the ring ropes and steps out as in the ring Crow struggles to break free, fatigue and desperation clouding his ability to worm loose from the constricting X inside the chair. Va’aiga grabs a second steel chair and slides into the ring with it. Va’aiga walks over to Crow and lifts Crow up to a kneeling base by the chin. Crow looks up at Va’aiga, and while still trying to free himself, smiles up at Va’aiga, daring the Maori Badass to hit him with a subtle glance.

 

Axis: Is Crow mad? With that chair constraining his wrists acting like a primitive pair of handcuffs, there is nothing, NOTHING, that the Antichrist Superstar can do to protect himself from the Maori Badass and that steel chair.

 

Suicide King: You and I are both wrestlers, Axis. You know as well as I do, and as well as any of the boys in the back do that nothing shortens your career like an unprotected head shot with a steel chair.

 

Va’aiga smashes the chair into the canvas, and the resounding peal of thunderous steel impact sends the crowd into a numb shock, the decibel level of the building dropping in shock anticipated. Va’aiga draws a bead on Crow’s head with the chair and finally ends the anticipation by blasting the cold hard steel straight down onto Crow’s head, kneeling down to maximize the impact of the shot. Crow’s neck snaps back with the impact of the blow. The crowd simply ooohs at the sheer force of the blow. Crow wobbles a little and then… cracks a smile again. Va’aiga scowls.

 

Axis: Crow is insane; he’s just asking to be hit again. What CAN the champion be thinking.

 

Suicide King: Crow is running on adrenaline, Axis, it does strange things to a man’s mind. I’m not sure he’s even bothered about beings stuck now.

 

Va’aiga draws the chair back again as he draws himself to his feet. The crowd still in shock, but the lack of noise washes over Va’aiga as he looks down at the trapped form of Crow. Va’aiga drops to his knees again, and again sends an enormous unprotected chairshot down onto the skull of the Antichrist Superstar.

 

Axis: My god. After two chairshots like that, I’m sure Crow is fit to be pinned.

 

Suicide King: Yeah but does Va’aiga WANT to finish Crow off yet? I’m not sure he does Axis.

 

Axis: For the sake of Crow, for the sake of Crow’s family I hope this ends soon.

 

Va’aiga draws himself to his feet again, and raises the chair aloft, above his head. The crowd this time meets this show with a slight chorus of boos. Va’aiga just stares blankly into the crowd before turning his focus back down to the wobbling, kneeling form of Crow. Va’aiga drops down again, and again crashes the chair over the unguarded head of Crow.

 

Axis: My God, King. This could REALLY cause some permanent damage to Crow. What CAN Va’aiga be thinking at this point?

 

Suicide King: For Crow’s sake I hope it’s not “Let’s show these morons some REAL violence”

 

Axis: Let’s hope it’s not.

 

Va’aiga stands again and looks at the Crow shaped dent forming in the chair. Crow, left kneeling on the floor has the glazed over look of the totally gone. Matthew Kivell looks over to Va’aiga and waves his arms wildly, asking, pleading for Va’aiga to stop the punishment. Va’aiga holds the chair in one hand and puts his finger to his lips, telling Kivell to shut up with his other. The crowd’s boos are becoming more solid now. Va’aiga greets the booing by kneeling and bringing YET ANOTHER massive chairshot down onto Crow. The Antichrist Superstar slumps over sideways. Va’aiga leans down and… replaces Crow in the kneeling position.

 

Axis: My God, No Va’aiga, don’t do it! The beast inside has been unleashed, but for the love of God JUST PIN HIM!

 

Va’aiga lifts the chair and himself up for a fifth time. The chair is dented and thoroughly out of shape from the force of the blows that Va’aiga has thundered down onto the head of Crow. Va’aiga looks at the chair and casually discards it, looking down at the unsteady form of Crow as he casually discards the deformed steel.

 

Suicide King: I think Va’aiga made the right choice there, King.

 

Va’aiga walks to the outside of the ring, and to the largest round of boos heard in his entire SJL career, Va’aiga picks up a fresh steel chair.

 

Suicide King: Or maybe not.

 

Axis: NO! NO! DON’T DO IT!

 

Va’aiga walks back over to Crow and AGAIN fires down the chair, jacking back Crow’s neck with the force of the blow. Crow drops to the ground, and Va’aiga stays kneeling this time, firing off a seventh, eighth, and ninth blow to the downed Crow. Va’aiga drops to a thoroughly academic cover.

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE! The bell rings.

 

Funyon: Your winner and NEW SJL Champion... VAAAAAAAAAA’AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGAAAAAAAAA

 

EMT teams rush out from the back as Va’aiga grabs for his newly earned belt from Funyon, walking off to a hushed silence with the belt slung over one shoulder. The lack of reaction to his theme music is stunning, the quiet crowd concentrating on the fallen Crow in the ring. Doctors and medical staff attend to Crow, with the senior EMT shining a light in Crow’s eyes to check he’s still conscious.

 

Axis: After that savage beating, I hope that Crow is alright.

 

Suicide King: You know, tonight we saw the dark side, the hidden animal inside Va’aiga. And I personally never, EVER want to see it unleashed again, Axis.

 

Axis: Me neither…

 

Meanwhile in the ring the EMT’s have prepared the gurney for Crow, but as they attempt to maneuver Crow onto it, Crow stirs, and slowly stands!!! The crowd rise to a man and give the Antichrist Superstar a STANDING OVATION! Crow bows and slowly begins to walk out under his own power.

 

Axis: One man left with the gold tonight, but only one man can leave with his head held high. And that man is the great SJL star you see before you. For Suicide King this is Axis saying tune in again for Wrath, and goodnight.

[Guest Insanityman]

Well, uh, enjoy?

 

(“Yes, that’s right! For the price of one video you can get both ‘ML Classic Moments’ and BOTH, yes BOTH, of the ‘Get Off My Lawn matches!’ You haven’t seen anything quite this close to an acid trip until you’ve seen this video!” The narrator’s voice fades away as the scene of a desperate Spider Nekura leaping off the top of the cell to avoid his foes. The camera then kicks right into the famous and classic Gund Area, where the SJL just feels at home. The arena is simply packed up the last nosebleed seat while they all sit awaiting the main event, which is sure to be a bloodfest. Addicts hop up and down with colorful signs like “I ONLY EAT SUPERIOR-O’S!” Finally the camera wanders through the throngs of certain wrestler marks and it then settles down in front of the camera where they two SJL announcers sit).

 

“Welcome back! We are just opening up the show with what could be one of the best shows in SJL history!” Axis announces, very excited.

 

“Yeah, when else do we get to see a true wrestler beat an Irishman, a weird guy pound a newbie, and a Maori getting knocked out!” King shares a few of his biased match predictions.

 

“That’s very true King, our show is very action packed for tonight!” Axis grins widely. “But before we get to what promises to be a brutal main event- we have Tim Dillon challenging Charlie ‘Grappler’ Matthews to the SJL television title!”

 

“What baffles me is what booze Tim Dillon has been passing around to make anyone think he’s in the same league as Charlie!” King protests.

 

“Another valid point, Matthews is bound to outwrestle Tim, Dillon will really have to work for this win.” Axis uses his logic.

 

As Axis and Suicide King hush, people watching it from their television see an animated television and then the TV title belt exploding through it. Then the letters settle under “S-J-L Television Title!”

 

But right on cue the bagpipes begin to blare and the fans go berserk! “Face down in the gutter, won’t admit defeat… those clothes are soiled and black!” There’s a thunderous boom and green, cheap shamrock shaped confetti flings from the rafters. Fans all continue to cheer for the Irishman, granted if he’s coming out from a loss. “He’s a big strong man with a child’s mind, don’t you take his booze away!” Orange and Green pyro explodes on each side of the ramp and then Tim Dillon leaps onto the stage! He stops for half of a second and he gives a grin to the crowd who continues to cheer him on. After throwing up a boxer’s stance and hitting the air with a few swings, loosening up, he begins to strut down.

 

“YOUR CHALLENGER, FROM LIMERICK, IRELAND… WEIGHING IN AT 190, YOU’LL BE TASTIN’ BACK OF HIS HAND, LADDIE’, TTTIIMMM DILLOONNN!” Funyon’s booming voice carries over the cheers.

 

Dillon then charges down the ramp, being careful enough to slap each fan’s hand. Tim stops right before ringside, however, and he takes a deep breath in. You wouldn’t be able to tell that this Irishman, clad in khaki cargoes with shamrocks painted on the sides, a Dropkick Murphy shirt with green font and black background, black skate shoes with the shamrock patches above the toes, and his blonde hair being rather shaggy going down near his eyebrows, was ready for this match. Tim then opens his eyes and throws down a quick jig step just to get the crowd even more rallied up, and Dillon then slides into the ring. He pops right back up, arms pumping in the air, and then he turns around and nods to Matthew Kivell, the referee.

 

“AND NEXT… THE S-J-L TELEVISION CHAMPION!” Funyon pauses, letting the jeers settle down. “FROM KANSAS, MISSOURI AND WEIGHING IN AT 299… HE MADE THIS BUSINESS WHAT IT IS TODAY- CHHHHAARLLLIIEEE ‘GRAPPLER’ MAAATTTHHHEEWWSS!”

 

The house lights come to a dim and the 6’7” monster comes onto the ramp. Getting a few boos, fans truly hoping Dillon can topple the champion, Charlie looks down the ramp, the glistening television title strapped around his waist. He wears generic black tights, black boots, black kneepads, and black elbow pads.

 

“Not quite the best fashion statement.” King jeers.

 

But Matthews walks down to the ramp with James Matheson a few strides behind. James pats him on the back and says some inaudible advice and then walks off to the side. The Grappler ascends the steel steps and climbs into the ring, walking up towards Tim. Charlie sneers while he towers over Tim, who’s only 6’1” and nearly a twig in weight comparison, and Matthews takes off his belt, handing to Kivell. Matthew pumps the belt into the air, then hands it over to an employee at the outside. Dillon and Charlie both stare and Tim offers a hand, which Matthews ignores.

 

The bell chimes, signaling the start of the SJL TV title defense!

 

Grappler wastes no time, getting Dillon into a grapple. Then he grabs Tim’s left arm and holds it out, getting ready to twist it into a hammerlock. But the Irishman proves to be aware of the move, as he pulls himself in towards his arm, as if being twirled into his own arm during a dance. Tim, once within range, launches a right hook to Charlie’s chin that makes the old school heel let go. Dillon then whirls around, face to face with Grappler as he throws up a leg to hit his opponent’s gut! But Charlie grabs it and simply shoves Tim backwards, sending Dillon onto the canvas. Tim quickly scrambles back to his feet, only to get caught in another grapple! Matthews wraps one massive arm near Tim’s shoulders and the other by his legs, he then lifts Dillon into a scoop slam position. But he stops right as Tim is horizontal across Charlie’s muscular chest, and Grappler smirks. Charlie shifts Dillon’s head more towards his chest as Matthews falls to one knee and smashes the upper back and lower neck area of Tim right across his knee! Only to ensure a shorter match, Matthews shoves his hand against Tim’s chin pushing down, causing more pain. The television champ then lets go, letting Tim flop onto the mat.

 

“That’s very vicious of Grappler to target the neck area.” Axis points out.

 

But Axis’ comment pricks someone’s ears up, as James begins to strut towards the table.

 

“…Yes?” Axis simply asks.

 

James Matheson, without even asking, plops next to Suicide King and looks around. He then finds the extra headset on the ground as he fixes it on his head. “Hello. I heard you were insulting my client, do you realize without him you wouldn’t have any of you?”

 

Axis goes to open his mouth but James goes into a ramble, “It makes perfect sense to nab the victory off by spotting a weak area. Hell, without Charlie there wouldn’t be YOU!” James pokes at Suicide King.

 

Axis finally slips in his comment, “Are you aware of the fact that Charlie’s only 30 and is not a walking legend from the old…” But his comments are cut off by a wicked slapping sound!

 

Inside the ring Dillon stumbles into the ropes after taking a wicked knife edge chop, the Irishman comes right back as he pulls back his arm and slaps Charlie right in the chest!

 

”WHOO!” The fans reply while Matthews wheezes for half a second. Charlie then throws another slap towards Tim.

 

“WHOOOO!” Dillon is nearly forced to go to one knee for air, but he grits his hand and draws back.

 

“WHOOOOOO!” The echo on that one is vicious as the television champion finds himself stumbling back a few steps. Tim takes the prime chance as he moves in with arms up in a boxer pose.

 

Dillon fakes a left and catches Charlie right in the gut with a right. Grappler bends over and Tim lunges forwards, hitting a headlock! But Charlie instantly wraps his arms around Tim’s torso and he arches himself back, throwing Tim over in a modified release Northern Lights Suplex!

 

“Simply beautiful.” James comments with a wide grin.

 

Dillon swears to himself, rolling towards the ropes. Charlie stalks over but Tim wraps both of his feet around Grappler’s leg and he trips Matthews right into the top rope! The television champion falls a victim to the ropes, as his throat smashes against it and Charlie falls to the canvas, next to Tim. Dillon pulls himself back to his feet, as he gets back to center ring and soaks in a few cheers as he raises one arm into the air.

 

“The logical thing to do would be continuing the assault on Charlie…” Axis points out, missing the obvious answer.

 

“Actually, Dillon’s so much lighter he really needs to just reverse and hit big moves- not go for a beat down or submission.” Matheson delivers the obvious answer. “Of course this is all due to Charlie being the next superstar of the universe… if he isn’t already.”

 

Tim then struts right up next to Matthews, who’s on one knee, grabbing the ropes for support. Dillon gets into the famous boxer poser as Charlie gets to his feet. Matthews lunges forwards, arms flung out for a grapple, but Dillon ducks under it! With his chest vulnerable Tim leaps into the air and plants the bottoms of his two black skate shoes right into his opponent’s chest! Grappler gets flung into the turnbuckle. Dillon takes a few steps back, and then charges forwards! But Charlie takes a step out and he slams his elbow right into Tim’s head! Dillon looks like he’s going to fall, but Matthews grabs him by his hair and tosses him into the turnbuckle himself! The SJL television champion then draws his arm back and delivers a nasty heart punch, a signature move! A move that also sends Dillon slouching down to the canvas and gasping to regain his composure. But Charlie grabs Tim by his chin and pulls him up to his feet. Grappler then hoists Dillon onto the top turnbuckle and climbs up to the second one himself. He locks in the front face lock, causing fans all to wonder what the hell is going on.

 

“Oh! OH! Prepare to be ‘RE-EDUCATED’ folks.” James says with a huge grin. “I helped him perfect this beautiful new finisher myself… no better man to fall to it than Tim Dillon.” The last comment instantly gets jeers.

 

But as Charlie lifts Tim the Irishman into the air, Dillon slips away and falls down to the canvas on his feet! The crowd all give sighs of relief but then Tim revives the cheers as he quickly moves in for the kill. Grappler attempts to climb down but Dillon wraps an arm from behind and falls back- hitting a backdrop suplex with a fall from the second turnbuckle on Charlie! The fans all explode as Tim hooks the leg!

 

“ONE!” The fans hopefully think.

 

“TWO!” But Charlie kicks out; actually flinging Tim back, and Grappler right away gets back to his feet. A very pissed of television champion grabs Dillon by his arms and tosses him the air as if he was a sack of feather. But Tim hits the canvas like a sack of spuds. Dillon groans but immediately gets to his feet, only to see Charlie charge and smash Tim back to the mat with a short arm clothesline!

 

“Wow, after Tim seemingly got the advantage it was taken away very quickly.” Axis points out.

 

Charlie then grabs Tim’s ankle and keeps a firm locks until he whips his opponent into the ropes! Dillon comes rocketing back and gets caught in a wicked spinebuster! The crowd boos and tries to encourage Tim, who’s eagle spread on the mat for a second. But Dillon slowly stirs and flops onto his gut. So Grappler ducks down and wraps his arms around Tim’s torso, again.

 

“Oh, just wait. This will be good.” James smacks his lips, getting too excited.

 

“Uh-oh! Charlie lifts Tim to his feet, into the air… OUCH! Atomic drop done with perfection! Dillon will probably have a fractured tailbone now!” Axis runs along with the action.

 

Tim groans, as Grappler is merciless, picking Tim right back up. He knees him square in the gut, and then looks around to the fans. They all boo, thinking Charlie’s ready to end this bout.

 

“POWERBOMB!” James hopes.

 

But Matthews lets down his manager as he only wraps one arm around Tim and flips him over and smashes him down on the mat!

 

“Gee, gutwrench suplex isn’t quite a powerbomb, now is it?” King jeers Matheson.

 

Dillon just lets out a moan as Charlie lifts him back up, again. Grappler grabs Tim by his fine, blonde hair and tosses him towards the turnbuckle! The television champion stalks forward but Tim suddenly uses his energy to bounce onto the second turnbuckle! The fans cry out in the usual “RAGH!” cry as Charlie charges towards his foe! Grappler tries to wrap his arms around Tim’s torso but Dillon leaps out! Tim then throws his arms around Charlie’s neck and he tries to go for the tornado DDT! But Grappler grabs his two legs and he takes a huge step towards the ringside, then chucking him over the ropes and onto the outside!

 

“CHARLIE REVERSES THE TORNADO-”

 

THUD! Tim Dillon lands against the cold cement with a loud and sickening smack! The fans all wince and boo, though secretly loving it, and watch Matthews get carried away and slide out of the ring!

“DDT AND TIM FLIES TO THE OUTSIDE! Wait, Grappler thinks about this, this is Dillon’s home! Tim could get the upper hand with a brawl!”

 

James Matheson silently swears as he stands up, but gets tugged back by the headset, as he rips it off in vain. He almost dashes to Charlie, who’s already standing over the Tim Dillon. But the Irishman slowly grabs the barricade and the fans all grab at him, actually helping him up.

 

“That’s cheating!” King protests.

 

James reaches Charlie as Grappler’s manager actually gets in his way, arguing for Matthews to get back in the ring.

 

Kivell starts the count!

 

ONE! Dillon is up on his feet, slowly using all the years in bare-knuckle boxing to realize he’s been in a lot more pain.

 

TWO! “No! He’s pure entertainment and this is wrestling, I’ll beat him at his own game!” Charlie “Grappler” Matthews explains to James. Meanwhile, Tim just focuses on staying energetic.

 

THREE! Matheson shoves Charlie out of the way, as a punch soars between Tim’s two foes! The crowd gives a pop as Tim actually uses his lower body to jig as his upper body sends two punches right into Charlie’s chest!

 

FOUR! Grappler stumbles back a bit and Dillon sends a shoulder into his opponent’s chest! The Irishman then grabs Matthews by his shirt, knees him in the gut, knees him again in the face, and then grabs the back of his shirt when he doubles over.

 

FIVE! Tim Dillon gets a chant going for him as he throws Charlie right into the steel steps!

 

SIX! The steps dislodge and Grappler is just sprawled out, lying on the back of the bottom of the jumbled steps.

 

SEVEN! Dillon hops onto the guardrail as the fans all cheer him on (with the “TIM! TIM! TIM!” chant well alive) and he runs a few steps before leaping off of it and onto Matthews with a leg drop!

 

EIGHT! “Get back in the ring, damn it!” Matheson swears as Tim rolls away and back into the ring, adrenaline running low and pain setting in. James helps Charlie back up and Grappler midway protests, rolling into the ring by himself.

 

“Well, if you learn one thing folks… don’t fight a pissed off and motivated Irishman in a brawl. He’ll win.” Axis gives the moral half sarcastically.

 

But in the ring, the two men stand off, staring mid-center. Both beaten and battered they stare. Dillon gets into the “Fighting Irish” stance and hops towards the middle of the ring, where Charlie throws a punch that Tim takes to the arms. Dillon then lunges out while Grappler’s arm returns and he spears him down to the canvas! The fans all roar in approval as Dillon goes rather crazy, rapid left and rights following one another right to the face! Matthews refuses to give up, as his hands reach up and push at Tim’s chin, causing Dillon to slow to a stop. Grappler coughs and his hand runs across his face looking for blood while Tim gets to his feet, leaning against the ropes catching his breath.

 

“Jesus, it’s not like he just ran a marathon.” King insults at Tim.

 

Charlie rolls towards the ropes and breaths deeply, pulling himself to his feet. Dillon regains his breath and composure, as he briskly walks at his opponent! The two meet a few inches away, and while the SJL television champion throws out his arms Dillon ducks under! Tim throws his knee right into his gut, again, and follows through with a jab to his gut. Grappler instinctively doubles over and Dillon hits in a rather vicious headlock!

 

Every fan’s eyes open wider a bit as they watch Tim violently swing his arms to cause more pain and his left hand clobbers over Charlie’s back! Grappler tries to use his power to push Dillon away, but the two end up in the lock struggling at ring center! There’s a loud pop from the crowd as Tim falls down to the mat in a DDT! Then getting right back up, retaining the hold, he drops again!

 

“Tim’s got the Finn’s Fall! Finn’s Fall! After getting beaten down he finds that ‘it’ within him and he could become our new television champion!” Axis screams in excited, ignore the fact to not seem too biased.

 

King looks on in half horror, and James Matheson slams his hands against the apron screaming something inaudible due to the noise to Charlie, spit flying from his mouth.

 

Tim is able to pull the two of them up again, and his ears hear “TIM! TIM! TIM!” starting to catch on like a wild fire. Dillon falls back for the third time! Grappler just groans and Dillon truly struggles to pull up for the last one. There’s almost a millisecond of silence as Tim falls for the final time and over the chant the impact of Grappler’s head smashing against the canvas can still be heard!

 

“JUST PIN HIM!” Axis marks out.

 

Dillon slowly looks up, shaking his head to get the hair out of his eyes; Charlie lays a few inches away, looking like a fetus! Tim gets to hands and knees, turning Matthews over and laying on top of him! Kivell slides to the mat and raises his hand…

 

“ONE!” The crowd is on their feet, very well alive.

 

 

 

“TWO!” “WE MAY HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!” Axis screams.

 

…

 

Somewhere within the mingle of noises James’ scream of “COME ON MATTHEWS! GET THE SHOULDER UP!” is heard.

 

Kivell’s hand rises again…

 

“COME ONE MATTHEWS!”

 

 

“TTTHHHRREEE!” The fans all cry out, but wait, Matthew’s hand shoots up in a two count like a teen popping a boner over Pamela Anderson. The fans all groan and boo as Dillon even lets out a whimper. Tim looks rather depressed and defeated as he rolls off, panting. Matthew gives a slight shrug to Tim and Dillon gets to his feet. The Irishman grabs the TV champ and he slowly raises Charlie to his feet. There’s a second where both men sway like drunks, but Dillon gives Charlie a weary punch to the chin! Grappler reels back and Tim follows through with another, yet harder, hook to the cheekbone! Matthews continues to reel back! Dillon then throws a heart punch, just to show Charlie up from earlier in the match, and then he throws a few seconds of jig to get the cheap fan heat! Tim Dillon then finishes it with another nasty clothesline that sends Grappler falling like bricks. The challenger makes the cover again!

 

“This should be it!” Axis yelps.

 

 

“ONE!”

 

“Please Lord, no, besides the obvious… what I have done to you?” King looks up to the rafters.

 

“TWO!” The fans all hold their breath…

 

 

 

 

 

…

 

KICK OUT! “Bullshite!” Dillon protests in vain, getting frustrated. But as Tim flops to onto his back, wondering if he has to bust out his finisher, Charlie actually gets to one knee!

 

“HOLY…” Axis restrains, “CHARLIE’S GETTING UP FIRST!”

Tim looks over and nearly does a double take, causing the two to race each other to their feet. But Dillon is just a millisecond beyond Charlie, who seems unfocused and his vision is blurred. Grappler clinches his fist and takes Tim off guard, launching it towards Dillon’s temples! The Irishman ducks under the punch and grabs Matthews’ arm! He then pulls Charlie towards him, then side steps away, getting behind Charlie! Dillon then whirls around so the two are back-to-back and Tim grabs both arms of Matthews!

 

“Oh, the backslide!” Axis hollers out.

 

“Didn’t know Tim’s wrestling move set was THIS extended. Wow.” King says sarcastically.

 

Dillon tries to finish the move, but Charlie resists too much! Grappler slowly forces Tim so they two turn towards each other and Matthews throws his foot into Dillon’s chest! Tim doubles over and Grappler wearily places his head in between his legs!

 

Matheson is the first to cheer, signaling the rest of the fans to begin to boo!

 

“WAIT! POWERBOMB ATTEMPT! CHARLIE’S FINISHER! BUT TIM’S RESISTING, HE WON’T BE LIFTED UP SO EASILY!” Axis continues to scream.

 

There’s silence for the two seconds it takes for Dillon to wiggle away, grab Charlie’s head, grab the leg, and hits the cradle to complete a small package! The fans go insane!

 

“ONE!” The fans all scream.

 

 

 

 

“TWO!” Matheson screams, Axis screams, King pleads, and nothing is made out.

 

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“THREE!” Within seconds the bell chimes, the fans explode into cheers, and confetti explodes from the rafters as the bagpipes begin to blare!

 

“INTRODUCING YOUR NEW S-J-L TV CHAMPION… TTTIIIMMM DDILLLLOONNN!” Funyon screams out.

 

“Tim’s done, he overcomes the odds! Oh so much more after this!” Axis advertises.

 

-Fade to black revealing Tim staring at the TV title that glistens, and then pumps it into the air getting more cheers! -

 

 

 

Card- skimmed your match and I really liked what I read. But I dunno, this is ironic as I sometimes wrote inner thoughts- but having a block style and Va'aiga commenting seems off. Maybe it's just me, but something like "Slams him down, and Va'aiga gives a cheer for himself, receiving jeers from the fans." I dunno.