SJL Wrath - May 18th

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(As the pyro goes off around the Alliant Energy Center, in Madison, Wisconsin, signaling the start of SJL Wrath! The camera pans around the arena, as locals hold up their signs, each one different from the next, for their favorite wrestler. The fans at home see such signs as "Fear the Bird", "Manson is Hardcore", "Go Back to Russia", and "Grapple This, Charlie". The screen cuts down to the announcers table, where sits the SJL Announce Team, consisting of Axis and "The Breaker of Hearts" The Suicide King!)

 

Axis: Welcome all, to SJL Wrath! We have an amazing show for you tonight, but first, the introduction. I am Axis, alongside....

 

Suicide King: The One! The Only! The Suicide King!

 

Axis: What a show we will witness tonight! We have the SJL Television Title up for grabs, and a new number one contender to the SJL World Heavyweight Championship, will be crowned. And speaking of the SJL World Title, the current champion, Crow, has had a exhausting few weeks, since claiming that title!

 

Suicide King: And it only got better on Metal!

 

Axis: For you, better. But for Crow, a whole lot worse!

 

Suicide King: Crow should be happy that he has some fresh new competition!

 

Axis: But when that competition is ready and willing to cheat for all that he is worth to claim the SJL World Championship, that I don't know about that. After Crow's match on Metal with Va'aiga in a special Chairshot Match, a returning "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins attacked Crow from behind with a chair. But Spike did not come alone! No, he had Crow's ex-girlfriend, Natasha, with him!

 

Suicide King: And after Spike destroyed Crow, he got a piece of Natasha, then took Crow's title belt, and posed with it! Spike wants that belt, badly!

 

Axis: Spike has always wanted that belt, ever since he first started in this company! And.....

 

(Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out, just like at the end of Metal. But instead of coming back on, multi-colored lights begin flashing around the arena, as "Revolution Revolucion" by Ill Nino begins playing, but as soon as the fans realize who it is, they rise from their seats, and begin booing. Out from behind the entrance curtain, walks the returning "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins, wearing his official SJL Gear, Hollywood reversible skull cap, and a "I Am A Victim" Crow T-Shirt. Spike stands at the top of the ramp, throwing his arms in the air, and posing, while flashes around the arena go off, trying to capture the scene infront of them.)

 

Axis: Speak of the devil....

 

(Behind Spike, walks out the also returning, Natasha, wearing a gorgeous Vinyl Fishtail skirt, with a Vinyl Peasant top, and Vinyl wrist gloves. She walks up behind Spike, and wraps her arms around his waist, and starts to rub his chest.)

 

Suicide King: Oh, if he is the devil, and she is with him, YOU CAN SEND ME TO HELL IN A HANDBASKET!

 

Axis: Keep it in your pants, King.

 

(Spike makes his way down the ramp, Natasha walking slowly behind him, as the fans boo and begin a "Jenkins Sucks" chant. They make their way up to the ring, and Spike hops up onto the ring apron, landing on his knee, and then rising to his feet, as Natasha walks around the ring, and walks up the steel steps. Natasha steps over onto the ring apron, and Spike lifts the middle and top rope, while pushing down on the bottom rope with his foot, allowing Natasha to step into the ring. Spike releases the ropes, and steps through the middle and top rope into the ring. Spike throws his arms in the air, and begins spinning around, getting all of the spotlight, that is shining down on him from the top of the arena. The lights come back to a full, as the music stops in the background. Spike walks over to the ring ropes, closest to the announcers table, and leans through the ropes, as Funyon hands him a microphone. Spike walks back into the center of the ring, and begins walking back and forth, looking around at the audience, with Natasha standing in the background.)

 

HSJ: Wow! It's so great to be back in the SJL!

 

(Spike gives off a arrogant smile, as the crowd's boos begin to get heavier.)

 

HSJ: Oh come on, you know you all missed me! The performer I am! The entertainment I bring to this ring! I think, you all should get off your cheese eating asses, and give me a standing ovation for coming back to this hell hole!

 

(Spike takes the microphone down from his mouth, and holds his arms out, waiting for the standing ovation, but only receives boos from the Wisconsin fans. Spike lifts the mic back up to his lips, a little annoyed from the response he get.)

 

HSJ: Why in the hell would the SJL book me in a place like this? For my return, we should be at Madison Square Garden, the greatest arena in the world! But instead, they put me here with you Cheeseheads hicks. Look at this guy in the front row, as an example.

 

(Spike walks over to the ring ropes, and points to a women sitting in the front row.)

 

HSJ: This guy has a beard that takes up most of his face, one eye brow, and a mole the size of a tennis ball on his forehead.

 

(The booing in the arena seems to increase, as a man in the front row sitting next to the now crying women, begins shouting at Spike.)

 

HSJ: What? Oh, that's your wife? Well, there you go. I just proved my point about you hicks. All the women looks like men!

 

(The man sitting next to the crying women gets out of his seat, and attempts to hop over the guard rail and get into the ring to attack Spike, but security stops him. He struggles to get free, but they won't let him go, and begin dragging him to the back.)

 

HSJ: Come on tough guy! Yeah, I would wreck you! Make sure he gets the top bunk in prison! I'm pressing charges! He will never see the light of day again! Yeah!

 

(Spike starts to walk around the ring in a circle, regaining his thought, and looking over the fans.)

 

HSJ: Now, the reason why I am out here. Ever since Metal, people have been coming up to me, whether they be reporters, fans, whatever. And they ask, "Spike, why did you attack Crow? What has he ever done to you?". And I tell them all the same thing. "Absolutely nothing." You see, Crow never meant to hurt me in anyway, in fact, I'm sure Crow is a nice guy. I'm sure he must have at least ONE friend somewhere. But Crow, DID hurt me. He hurt me in such a way, that the only way I can heal the pain, is if I hurt Crow. There was a voice in my head that said, "Do It. Hit Him. Hurt Him. Make him Suffer!" So, that's what I did. I'm sure you are all wondering HOW Crow hurt me, and I'll tell you how he did. But first, we have to backtrack a little bit....that is, if you hicks can remember farther back then two days!

 

(The "Jenkins Sucks" begins to start up again, as Spike starts shaking his head "No".)

 

HSJ: You stop that now! I don't suck!

 

(Spike pauses, to get his head together, and ignore the fans, but the "Jenkins Sucks" chant just gets louder and louder, and Spike begins to get visibally annoyed.)

 

HSJ: (going into a verbal rampage) OH! OH! Jenkins Sucks! Jenkins Sucks! We must be smart and original for chanting that! Oh! Jenkins Sucks! OH YOUR MOTHER SUCKS!

 

(The chant dies down, and the whole arena gives off heavy boos towards the young Hollywood. Spike closes his eyes, and takes in deep breathes, trying not to lose his temper. Spike opens his eyes and looks over at Natasha, who nods at him to continue.)

 

HSJ: As I was saying. If we can go back a few months, towards the days leading up to Malice in Wonderland. Around that time, I was doing the best I ever did before in the SJL. The gauntlet match, the Damnation in a Box match, everything was working out for me. I was being praised, and called a king, and a living legend, and what have you. That time, it was MY time. My time to shine, to be in the sun. I was destined to become the SJL World Champion, but sadly, I couldn't hold all of that success on my shoulders. So, I dropped out of sight. But, I was okay with that. Let someone else more talented, if there ever was a person born, to get a chance in the spot light. Let me give some one else the chance to shine. And I do. But what happens? Crow, that alchoholic birdman, wins the SJL World Title. How in the world, has the SJL World Title's image, gone down the drain so fast? I moved out of the spot light, to let some talented, youngster to move up the ranks, but instead, I get CROW? WHAT MAKES CROW BETTER THEN ME? BECAUSE HE BLEEDS? I CAN BLEED TOO! WHAT HAS CROW DONE, TO DESERVE MY SPOT? I ASK YOU ALL IN THIS ARENA, WHAT HAS CROW DONE?

 

(Spike drops his arm, and looks around the arena wildly, as if expecting an answer from the crowd. He turns towards the corner that Natasha is standing in, and the anger in his face turns into a cocky smile.)

 

HSJ: Another question people have been asking me, involves this gorgeous women in front of me. "Spike, what are you doing with Natasha? Why is she back in the SJL?". Well, I will tell you why. I was sitting at home, thinking, how can I get Crow back, for hurting me, and taking my spot and all my glory? So I thought, and I thought, and I thought, about Crow's weakness and advantages. His weaknesses, well, Crow is not the greatest wrestler in the world. I don't think I can even call him a wrestler. He is more of a thug, who will fight you with his fists. So, I got that down. But, what about his advantages? What makes Crow stand out above everyone else? And I thought, and thought, and thought. For hours, days, and weeks. And when I finally figured it out, I almost slapt myself. Because it is so simple, yet, it isn't. And that, is what Crow's advantage is. I'm sure you yokels don't understand what I'm talking about, but I do. Crow's main advantage over everyone, is his mind. He knows how to control his mind, and the minds around him. Crow, is a master, of mind games. So, I thought, how can I take his advantage over me, and turn it into a disadvantage. The answer was so simple. Her. Right over there. Natasha is the one person on this whole planet, that knows everything about Crow, and then some. So, I tracked down Natasha, and I told her about my situation. And she understood completely. She wanted to help me get what was mine, and she wants to get back at Crow, for God knows what. But here it is. My master plan, going into affect. Crow, has no idea what to do. He is so confused right now, that I will sneak up, and take that title off him before he can realize what hit him. And that my friends, is the genius of Spike Jenkins!

 

(Spike drops the mic, as "Revolution Revolucion" starts up again.)

 

Axis: Interesting words from a JEALOUS Spike Jenkins!

 

Suicide King: Jealous? He isn't jealous! He is mad, that a talentless alchoholic is holding the world title, that should be his!

 

Axis: Anyway fans, we have to cut to a quick commercial break, but when we return, there will be some hardcore action, on SJL WRATH!

 

(The screen turns black, as it cuts to a commercial.)

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King: And we?re ready for tonight?s first match.

 

Axis: Tonight, we have two new wrestlers meeting each other in the ring.

 

King: And, hopefully, they know what they?re doing in there.

 

Axis: I?m sure we?re in for quite a match, King.

 

King: And I?m sure I?m in for some nap time, Axis.

 

Red lights begin flashing around the arena. "Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine starts up over the PA, and Dan "The Phoenix" Caldwell walks out wearing a black robe. Dan makes his way to the ring, as Funyon stands in the ring.

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 250 lbs, from Chicago, Illinois, DAN ?THE PHOENIX? CAAAAAAAALLLLLLLDWEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!

 

Dan walks towards the ring, and quietly gets in. Dan takes off his robe, and punches himself on the side of the head to warm himself up, and awaits his opponent.

 

Axis: I expect Phoenix to make quite an impact in the SJL. He is collecting himself, and contemplating the match.

 

King: What are you talking about? Both of these guys are just more meat for the superstars we already have here. Neither of them will last a month, I guarantee it.

 

Suddenly, the lights go out. The drum beat from Disturbed?s ?Down With the Sickness? begins to blast over the speakers. Flares begin to run up the ramp from ringside to the entrance.

 

OW-WAH-AH-AH-AH!

 

Boom!

 

Pyros light up the entrance, and there stands Liston. He raises his arms in response to the cheers of the crowd. He tilts his neck from side to side, cracking the joints, and starts down the ramp to the ring.

 

OW-WAH-AH-AH-AH!

 

Funyon: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 228 lbs, from Boston, Massachusetts, JIMMY ?THE DEMON? LISSSSSSTONNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

 

Liston climbs the apron and bends under the ropes. He climbs a turnbuckle, and thrusts his fist into the air, in time with the beat. He crosses the ring and climbs the other turnbuckle as the house lights are brought back up.

 

King: Where do these guys get their names? ?The Phoenix?, ?The Demon?? How about, ?The Sucker? or ?The Loser? or something?

 

Axis: Well, King, they go by names they think are intimidating?

 

King: They don?t intimidate me. I?d like to see them face me for five minutes.

 

Axis: Is that a challenge, King?

 

King: Well, let?s not be so hasty. Anyways, it?s time for the match between ?The Sucker? Caldwell and ?The Loser? Liston.

 

Axis: sigh

 

*Ding Ding Ding*

 

Axis: And the match has begun. This match will be a challenge for Liston. Caldwell has over 30 pounds on the Demon.

 

King: Look at him. That guy has power on his side.

 

The match begins with Liston challenging a test of strength. He raises his hand in the air, which Caldwell grasps. Soon, both wrestlers are struggling against each other, trying to push the other down. Liston gets his opponent to his knees.

 

Axis: ?maybe Caldwell?s strength won?t be a problem for Liston.

 

Caldwell exerts more power, and manages to get to his feet. With a mighty shove, he sends Liston, head-over-heels, across the ring.

 

King: Look at that raw power. I?m telling you, this match is in the bag already. I mean, what was Liston thinking, challenging this guy?

 

Axis: Actually, I don?t think that this match was a challenge?

 

King: Whatever. The point is, Liston better get out of this now. If not, he?s in for a rough ride.

 

Axis: We?ll see about that. Remember, Liston still has speed on his side.

 

Liston bolts back at Caldwell, and is hit in the face by a massive clothesline.

 

King: Speed?s not going to help him much when he?s on his back?

Axis: You don?t like Liston much, do you, King?

 

King: I don?t HATE the guy, I just dislike him immensely. Caldwell, on the other hand, has potential.

 

Caldwell pulls Liston off the mat, and executes a scoop slam. He then falls to the mat, wraps his legs around Liston?s waist, while putting a sleeper hold on his opponent.

 

King: Why isn?t Liston tapping? He has no chance of survival against Caldwell.

 

Axis: Well, The Demon thinks he has a chance. He is trying to get up.

 

Liston manages to raise himself, and gets a foot down. He slowly rises, with Caldwell still clinging to his back. He then stalks backwards, ramming Caldwell?s back into the turnbuckle. Liston continues until Caldwell releases the hold. With Caldwell hanging on the ropes, Liston bends and repeatedly drives his shoulder into his opponent?s torso.

 

Axis: Incredible show of strength by The Demon, and now he looks like he?s preparing for the Hunt?

 

Liston whips Caldwell into the opposite corner. Caldwell?s back makes contact with the metal, and he stalks slowly forward, clutching at his spine. Liston comes running full speed, digs his shoulder into Caldwell?s torso, and drives him, back-first, into the turnbuckle.

 

Axis: Look at that impact!

 

King: That?s enough to break someone?s spine. I don?t want to be in Caldwell?s place right now.

 

Caldwell falls to the mat. Liston reaches down to pull Caldwell into a German Suplex. Caldwell?s leg raises, delivering a low blow to Liston?s groin. Liston falls to the mat. Caldwell wraps his legs around Liston?s neck, and pulls one of his opponent?s arms between his legs.

 

Axis: Triangle Choke! Phoenix has the Demon in the Triangle Choke!

 

King: A good reversal by Caldwell. Liston has another chance to end this.

 

Axis: The Demon doesn?t look like he is about to tap.

 

King: He should. Caldwell doesn?t look like he?s going to stop until he?s torn Liston?s arm off.

 

Liston?s leg hooks over the bottom rope. The ref taps Caldwell?s shoulder, telling him to break the hold. Caldwell gives Liston?s arm one final, strong pull before getting up.

 

King: Pure luck on the part of Liston. If he were in the middle of the ring, he would have no chance against Caldwell?s Triangle Choke.

 

Liston gets to his feet. From behind, Caldwell wraps his arms around Liston?s neck and arm, putting Liston in the Katahajime. Liston struggles, and bends over, slinging Caldwell over his back.

 

King: These guys are amateurs! Caldwell should have done something to stun Liston before putting a move like that on him.

 

Caldwell rises off the mat. Liston whips him against the ropes. Caldwell bounces back, and Liston scoops him off the mat as he approaches. Liston then throws Caldwell over his head, in a Fallaway Slam. Liston goes for the cover?

 

One?

 

Two? Kickout

 

Liston pulls Caldwell into a sitting position, and puts him in a sleeper hold.

 

Axis: Liston has got the Phoenix in the R.I.P.!!!

 

Caldwell throws his elbow into the side of Liston?s head. Liston releases the hold, and runs into the ropes as Caldwell rises. As he approaches Caldwell, his opponent spins 180 degrees and hits Liston in the face with an elbow. Caldwell flips Liston onto his front, and goes for the Crossface. Liston gets his hands up just in time, and manages to block the hold at the last second. The strain is incredible as Liston tries to overpower Caldwell in order to avoid the Crossface. Finally, Caldwell gives up on the hold, and stands up. Liston slowly rises as Caldwell runs into him. Caldwell lifts Liston, and drives Liston?s spine into the mat.

 

King: Ooh! I think I could hear Liston?s spine cracking!

 

Axis: And it looks like The Phoenix is going for another hold on Demon.

 

King: After the abuse he?s taken, Liston had better tap out?

 

Caldwell lifts Liston?s leg. He flips Liston onto his front, and puts Liston into an Achilles? Tendon Hold. Liston reaches out, but can?t quite reach the rope. After seconds of agony, Liston manages to flip onto his back, and kicks Caldwell in the chin. Both wrestlers rise, and Liston approaches Caldwell. Caldwell throws some jabs at Liston before wrapping one arm around Liston?s leg, and lifts him into a T-Bone Suplex. He then puts Liston into a Leg Lock. Liston reaches the ropes, and Caldwell is forced to release the hold. Caldwell pulls Liston off the mat. Liston reverses, and gives Caldwell a jawbreaker. Caldwell gets up, and feels his arms wrenched upwards as Liston grabs Caldwell around the torso, and lifts him into a Gordbuster. Liston grabs his opponent?s legs, spreads them, and delivers a low knee to the groin of Caldwell.

 

Axis: Looks like the Demon is paying the Phoenix back for earlier?

 

King: A low blow is still a dirty move. The ref should disqualify Liston on the spot.

 

Axis: And it looks as if Liston is preparing for Bloodlust?

 

Liston hooks Caldwell?s arms. However, before he can get a headbutt off, Caldwell throws his own headbutt. Liston steps back, and is kicked in the midsection by Caldwell. Caldwell puts Liston?s head between his legs, lifts Liston for a Powerbomb, and slams his opponent?s spine into the mat before pulling up his legs for the pin.

 

Axis: TIGER BOMB! PHOENIX PULLED THE TIGER BOMB ON DEMON!!!

 

ONE!!!

 

TWO!!!

 

THRE?..

 

The ref waves off the call, as Liston?s arm is hooked around the bottom rope.

 

King: That?s the second time this match that Liston has been saved by the rope.

 

Axis: Phoenix can?t believe it! He?s arguing with the ref, forcing him into the corner!

 

King: And what?s Liston doing?

 

Liston rolls out of the ring. He reaches under the apron, and comes out with a steel chair. He slides back under the ropes, and slowly walks toward Caldwell, who is still arguing with the ref. The ref sees Liston, and rushes over to stop him. Caldwell climbs the turnbuckle. Liston pushes the ref aside, and turns back towards Caldwell. Caldwell jumps into the air, and kicks the steel chair in Liston?s hands, which smacks his opponent in the face. Liston falls to the mat, bleeding out of his mouth.

 

King: Oh my God! Liston has been busted open! What a great match!

 

Axis: Liston did bring the chair into the ring. In that sense, he got what he deserved.

 

King: But Phoenix is not going for the pin.

 

Caldwell lays the chair on the prone figure of Liston. He then climbs the turnbuckle again, and sets up for a flying headbutt. Before he makes contact, Liston rolls out from underneath. Caldwell?s head lands with a sickening thud against the steel chair.

 

Axis: Phoenix went to give Liston the Demon Headbutt!

 

King: Instead, he gave a headbutt to the chair. Oh, the humanity.

 

Liston picks up the chair, and places it between the ropes on the turnbuckle. He pulls Caldwell up, and lifts him into a Torture Rack. After release, Liston is quick to put the R.I.P. on Caldwell. Caldwell?s foot hooks the bottom rope, and Liston releases the hold. He waits for Caldwell to rise, then spears him into the turnbuckle? and the chair. Caldwell stalks forward, and Liston is ready for him. He places Caldwell?s arm over the back of his neck, grabs Caldwell?s belt, and lifts his opponent. Caldwell stays up for a moment before being sent crashing down in a driver.

 

Axis: DAMNATION! DAMNATION! DAMNAAAAATION!

 

King: DAMMIT! Stop shouting in my ear!

 

Liston goes for the pin?

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

Shoulder!

 

Liston removes the chair from the turnbuckle, and throws it to the mat. He walks back to Caldwell, who has just reached his feet. Liston lifts his opponent into a Falling Back Drop onto the chair. Again Liston goes for the pin?

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH~SHOULDER!

 

Liston pulls Caldwell up, puts his opponent?s head between his legs, and lifts him into a Powerbomb. When he releases Caldwell, he pushes his hips forward, grabs his head, and brings Caldwell down into a Facebuster on the chair. Blood begins to flow from Caldwell?s forehead.

 

Axis: DESCENT! Demon gave Phoenix DESCENT THROUGH A CHAIR! THIS MATCH IS OVER!

 

Liston pins Caldwell?

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THRE~SHOULDER!!!

 

Axis: The endurance of Caldwell is incredible. No human could kick out of so much.

 

King: And yet Liston keeps dishing it out. He doesn?t get that he can?t win.

 

Liston is beginning to panic. He climbs the turnbuckle, and jumps, ready to deliver a flying headbutt to his opponent. Caldwell rolls out from underneath, and Liston?s head cracks against the mat.

 

Axis: LISTON MISSED THE DEMON HEADBUTT!!!

 

King: That was a bad move by Liston. Going for so many big moves in a row is rarely good, especially against a guy like Caldwell.

 

Caldwell pull Liston to his feet. He quickly grabs Liston around the waist, and lifts him into a German Suplex. Both wrestlers fall to the mat. Caldwell wraps his legs around Liston?s waist, and puts Liston in a Dragon Sleeper.

 

Axis: PHOENIX RISING! PHOENIX RISING! PHOENIX RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISING!!!

 

King: Shut the hell up! I?m trying to watch the match!

 

Liston reaches out and grabs hold of the bottom rope.

 

King: Third time tonight that Liston grabbed the rope! He is one lucky kid.

 

Caldwell breaks the hold. Liston staggers to his feet. A knee makes him bend double, and an uppercut sends him back into the turnbuckle. Caldwell throws another punch, but Liston catches Caldwell?s fist in his hand. Liston throws a knee into Caldwell?s midsection, and puts Caldwell?s head between his legs.

 

Axis: It looks like the Demon is going to do the Descent again!

 

King: Not again?

 

Caldwell is lifted into a Powerbomb, and his back is slammed into the chair. Liston keeps the lower part of Caldwell?s body raised. Liston grabs Caldwell?s ankles, and slides his body over Caldwell?s, so that Liston?s feet leave the ground, and Caldwell?s ankles are near his ears.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THREE!!!!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Liston quickly gets off Caldwell. The ref tries to raise Liston?s arm, but Liston pushes him aside and rolls out of the ring, as ?Down With the Sickness? blares through the arena?s sound system.

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, JIMMY ?THE DEMON? LLLISSSSSSSTOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!

 

Axis: Liston gets the pin! The added weight was too much for Caldwell to kick out!

 

King: I?m getting to like this Demon guy. He did show some good skill in there, despite his shortcomings.

 

Axis: What are you talking about, King? He cheated! He used the chair for victory!

 

King: Yea, where?s the crime in that? The kid is a good tactician.

 

Axis: You used to hate Liston.

 

King: Yeah, but I like winners.

 

Axis: What?

 

Liston grabs a microphone and walks toward the ramp. He turns around to look at the now-standing Caldwell. Liston signals for the music to be cut.

 

Liston: CALDWELL! I?ve got one question for you? How does it feel? How does it feel to be in the hands of The DEMON?

 

King: Why does he want to bother with a loser like Caldwell?

 

Axis: You were practically cheering Caldwell on all match!!!

 

King: Me? Nonsense.

 

Caldwell signals for his own microphone. As it is handed to him, he flips the switch to ?on? and begins to speak

 

Caldwell: I?ve got to ask you something, Liston. You say that you are the World?s greatest ?by-the-book? wrestler. If that is so, what happened here tonight?

 

Liston: You have forgotten the most important rule in the book. ?What the referee doesn?t see, never took place.?

 

King: He?s right, you know.

 

Axis: Well, the chair was still used in the match?

 

King: But it was never used as a weapon, and so the ref never called it.

 

Axis: Shut up, King. Caldwell has something to say.

 

Caldwell: That may be so. But if you ever face me again, remember that rule. Cause when his back is turned, or when you knock him out, I?ll be ready. And I?M GONNA BREAK YOUR F*CKING NECK!!!?

 

The crowd begins to cheer ?Phoenix, Phoenix? as ?Guerilla Radio? suddenly erupts from the speakers. Liston starts walking up the ramp, and into the backstage area. Caldwell, still sore about the match, rolls out of the ring, and runs up to the entrance after him.

 

King: Oh, no! Look out, Liston!

 

The whole arena turns their focus to the Smarktron, where a video is showing Liston by his dressing room. Suddenly, there is a voice:

 

?Liston?

 

Liston turns, and is met by the body of Caldwell. Caldwell picks Liston up, and drives his spine into the ground. Liston writhes in pain as Caldwell locks his opponent in a Crossface. Liston?s face is the picture of agony as he screams and taps his hand against the concrete floor. Caldwell releases the hold, and pulls Liston to his feet. He puts Liston?s head between his legs, and lifts him into a Powerbomb. But Liston is quicker, and before Caldwell can complete the Tiger Bomb, Liston grabs hold of Caldwell?s head, and holds it below him, giving Caldwell a Facebuster. Liston is quickly on top of Caldwell, throwing punches into the back of Caldwell?s head. Liston lifts Caldwell?s head, and slams it into the floor. Blood flows freely from Caldwell?s nose. He slowly rises, and Liston spears him through a dressing room door. There is much confusion as the room is torn apart. At one point, a metal bar from the closet crunches into Caldwell?s shoulder. Caldwell responds with a chair, which is seen slamming into Liston?s head. His head gets stuck between the backboard and seat. Caldwell applies pressure to the seat, crushing Liston?s neck. Liston manages to shove one of the feet of the chair into Caldwell?s throat, and Caldwell releases his hold on the chair. Liston removes the chair from around his neck, and slams it into Caldwell?s side. Caldwell falls to one knee, and thrusts his shoulders out at Liston, wrapping his arms around Liston?s legs. Liston topples, and hits his head against a table as he falls. Caldwell lifts Liston to his feet, and tosses him on the table. Once on the table, Caldwell lifts Liston into a Fisherman?s suplex, but finishes with a Brainbuster, through the table, onto the concrete floor. Liston lays on the ground, a mangled, bloody mess, as Caldwell rises.

 

Caldwell: You forgot another rule. ?Backstage, anything goes.?

 

Caldwell delivers a kick to Liston?s face before walking off to his own dressing room. As Liston rolls around in agony, the audience cheers ?Phoenix, Phoenix,? and the Smarktron goes black.

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The camera returns from commercial break to survey the utterly rabid crowd in the Alliant Energy Center in Madision, Wisconsin for SMARKS JUNIOR LEAGUE WRATH~! The camera surveys signs in the crowd, such as ?New Television Champion!!? ?SUCK IT 4:20? and ?Doesn?t Ash Belong Here?? Finally, we head over to the announce desk, where we see none other than the breaker of hearts and rules alike, as well as the most charismatic commentator of all time, Suicide King, and his partner, Axis.

 

Axis: ?Well King?that was quite the match between the two newest wrestlers in the SJL today. Both Caldwell and Liston have a great future in the SJL.?

 

King: ?Oh, enough about that, Axis. Folks, this is SJL Wrath, and up next we have a match for the Television Championship. The series of matches between Charlie ?Grappler? Matthews and Leo Breslin has become a cult-classic, and we have another match that should knock the cheese off of these people?s heads tonight.?

 

Axis: ?But you have to believe that Leo Breslin will be as determined as ever. He?s going into his third one-on-one match with Charlie Matthews, his fourth indirectly, and his second TV Title shot. He?s come up short on every occasion?I think it?s time for him to step up to the plate and knock one out of the park.?

 

King: ?Ha, we?ll see about that. Grappler has won on all of those occasions, and NOTHING will change.?

 

Axis: ?On the other hand, you have Charlie Matthews. This man has been unstoppable as of late, dating all the way to Bringing the Funk when he won the Television Championship. Since then, he?s had three successful title defenses, and if he has his way tonight, it?ll be four. On Metal, Tim Dillon came close to unseating him, going as far as to kick out of the Powerbomb. It was not to be, though, as Grappler used the innovative Re-Education to finish off the returning Irishman.?

 

King: ?All I know is that this match will make the others pale in comparison; THIS is where it?s at. These two men now know each other like no other, and it will be interesting to see where they go with this.?

 

Suddenly, the lights in the Alliant Energy Center go out (how ironic!) and then?

 

BOOM~!

 

Flames shoot out at the entry way as ?All my Life? by the Foo Fighters fires up and the crowd leaps to its feet, cheering wildly for the rookie sensation, Leo Breslin. He finally appears at the top of the stage, a sole spotlight on him.

 

Funyon: ?Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SJL WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, the challenger. From Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 230 pounds, this is LEOOOOOOOOOO BRESLIN!!!!?

 

He determinately walks to the ring, and slides in on his stomach. He reaches his feet and leaps into the air a few times, as flames shoot out of the turnbuckles and from atop of the stage. The music dies down and the crowd continues to cheer, until?

 

?LAAAAAAAAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN!?

 

The crowd roars its disapproval as they hear the screechy voice of manager James Matheson echo over the sound system.

 

??ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE *YOUR* SJL WORLD TELEVISION HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPION! From the great Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at a hair under 300 pounds, he is THE GREATEST WRESTLER IN THE SJL TODAY, CHARLIE ?GRAPPLER? MATTHEWS~!!!?

 

Axis: ?Does he exaggerate about everything??

 

King: ?Well, he told me about the size of his-?

 

Axis: ?Enough.?

 

King: ??refrigerator, but I really didn?t believe him.?

 

Grappler finally appears on the ramp, standing tall with the TV Title strapped firmly around his waist. He stoically walks to the ring, eyes never leaving Leo Breslin. Before he enters the ring, he hands the title belt to James Matheson for safekeeping, before stepping through the middle rope. Referee Nick Soapdish, seeing both men ready to fight, signals for the bell.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Axis: ?And here we go! This one, ladies and gentlemen, should be a classic!?

 

Both men tactfully walk to the center of the ring, and, after about a ten second delay, rush like knights in a joust towards each other, locking horns in a collar-elbow tie up. Matthews is the first to take a noticeable advantage, clasping the right arm of Breslin and turning it into an overhead wristlock. Leo is able to twist out of this, however, and he wraps his arm around the head of Matthews, grabbing a headlock. He drops to his knees and tries to flip Grappler over in a takedown, but the champion is able to block it by wrapping his massive arms around the waist of Breslin, and hoisting him into the air, before spinning around and bringing him down stomach-first to the mat, holding onto the waistlock.

 

Axis: ?It?s obvious that neither man has a clear advantage in the early stages of this match.?

 

King: ?It?s OBVIOUS? I see Leo Breslin on the canvas in a waistlock applied by Charlie Matthews.?

 

Matthews tenaciously holds onto the waistlock, squeezing on the lower torso of Leo Breslin with all of his force. However, Charlie simply lets go, and allows the challenger to get to his feet.

 

Axis: ?That was?odd. I?ve never seen Matthews simply let go of a submission before.?

 

King: ?It?s called competition. He wants this match to be good as much as I do.?

 

Reluctantly, Breslin approaches Matthews, and initiates another tie up. This time, Breslin is able to push Grappler?s head down and wrap his arm around it in a front facelock. He then grabs a handful of his tights, and quickly flips Matthews over and down to the mat in a snap suplex. Breslin drops into a lateral press on top of Grappler, as Soapdish goes down to count:

 

ONE!

 

Matthews shoots his legs into the air, kicking out of the early pin attempt. Breslin backs off and lets Charlie get to his feet, and he does using the ropes. From the middle of the ring, Leo calls for yet another tie up, but Grappler decides to charge at his opponent. Thinking quick, Breslin drops to the canvas on his side, and wraps his legs around the ankle of Matthews, bringing him down face-first to the canvas with a drop-toehold. Leo once again backs into the turnbuckle, allowing Grappler to reach his feet. Charlie now sports a mask of confusion and humility as he faces his opponent.

 

Axis: ?Can you believe this? Breslin is using his speed to stay on Charlie Matthews in the early goings!?

 

King: ?And I have to admit, things like early pins and quick maneuvers are a smart move. If he?s trying to get into the head of Grappler, he?s doing a damn good job.?

 

Breslin steps forward and extends his arms, grabbing the right hand of Matthews as he pushes him into the ropes, and then shoots him off to the opposite side. However, in mid-run, Grappler spins around, reversing the whip. Instead of pushing Leo into the ropes though, Matthews simply holds onto Breslin?s hand and extends his left arm outward, catching Leo right below the jaw with a short-arm clothesline! When the challenger hits the mat with a thud, Grappler stays on him, wrapping his huge arm around the throat of his opponent and clenching his hands tightly, cutting off the air passage and circulation of Breslin.

 

Axis: ?Smart move here by Charlie Matthews. He knows he?s at a speed disadvantage, so he?s keeping Leo Breslin grounded with high-impact and submission maneuvers.?

 

King: ?Not to mention that Grappler used two neck-targeted moves in a row- the short arm clothesline and a chinlock. If he keeps targeting the neck, Breslin won?t last long.?

 

The crowd bursts into a ?Let?s Go Breslin!? chant as Breslin valiantly tries to break the hold. His oxygen supply continues to be depleted, as he grimaces in pain. However, he is able to hype himself up through the crowd?s enthusiasm, and he gets to a knee and despite the withholdings of Matthews, Leo reaches his feet. He sends his elbow into the midsection of Grappler thrice, as the Champion finally breaks the hold. Seeing an opening, Breslin dashes to the ropes, bounces off of them, and shoots forward. With Matthews still dazed and facing the opposite direction, Breslin leaps into the air, and as he falls forward, he grabs Grappler in a ¾ bulldog headlock and falls down, sending the Champion down to the mat face-first, bouncing off the mat and turning onto his back.

 

Axis: ?Diamond Cutter! This could be the opening Leo Breslin needs.?

 

King: ?That?s exactly what Grappler needs to avoid. He can?t let Breslin get breaks like that during the match. He needs to STAY ON him.?

 

Breslin leaps on top of Grappler, wrapping his arm around a leg as Soapdish drops to count:

 

ONE!

 

T-KICKOUT!

 

Leo Breslin, unfazed, brings the champion up to his feet and grabs him in a front facelock, before using his free arm to hook a leg, setting up a Fisherman?s Suplex. He tries to lift up the champion, but Grappler uses his weight advantage to stay grounded, as he ducks out of the front facelock and steps out of the leg hook. He sends a right handed punch right into the temple of Breslin, before catching the doubled-over challenger with a clubbing blow to the neck with his arm. Breslin falls down to the canvas and Matthews follows him, setting him up in a sitting position on the mat. Grappler then grabs both arms of Leo and pulls them backwards, before forcing his knee into the back of his neck, executing a surfboard submission hold.

 

Axis: ?Wow, Grappler is extremely tenacious tonight. When he makes a mistake, he immediately covers it and reverts back to his ground attack.?

 

King: ?Stick with what brought you to the dance, is what I say. Grappler doesn?t need to go for flash to try and impress these greedy Cheese Heads. He stays out there and WRESTLES.?

 

Pain continues to be administered on the upper back and neck area of the challenger for the TV Title, as he once again tries to feed off the adrenaline of the fans to mount a comeback. However, this only leads Grappler to dig his knee further into the neck, and pull back even harder on Breslin?s arms. However, Leo is finally able to duck his head around the knee of Matthews, releasing the pressure. He then can turn to his knees, and finally to a standing position, although Grappler still has the arms pulled back. Leo uses this to his advantage, however, as he is able to duck between the legs of Matthews with their arms together, and once he?s behind him, he wraps Charlie?s arms around his chest in a straightjacket position, before arching backwards, sending the TV Champion backwards and head-first onto the canvas. Breslin tries to bridge the hold, but it causes too much pain on his neck and he?s forced to release the pin.

 

Axis: ?Well, that?s where the strategy of Charlie Matthews comes in. A lot of these neck-focused moves will hinder the abilities of Breslin as the match goes on, as that straightjacket suplex just showed.?

 

King: ?And Breslin needs to get a solid foundation going in this match. He can?t just expect to go ?move-countermove-comeback? every time.?

 

Breslin waits for Matthews to get to his feet, and when he does, the challenger wraps his arm around the back of Charlie?s head in a front facelock. He tries to simply fall backwards into a DDT, but Grappler has other plans. He stops the momentum of Leo by using his weight advantage to stay grounded, and then wraps his arms around the back of Breslin and lifts him into the air head-down, looking for a northern-lights suplex. However, feeding off of momentum and his speed, Breslin is able to drop right back down, falling to his back as he hooks Grappler in the front facelock again and brings him down with the DDT!

 

Axis: ?Amazing! A counter for a counter?Leo Breslin may finally be on to something.?

 

King: ?Well, there?s one move we HAVEN?T seen from Charlie Matthews yet?if you know what I mean. I think THAT will seal the deal.?

 

Instead of going for a cover, Leo decides to try and pull out all stops in this match. He spots the nearest turnbuckle and approaches it, stepping between the ropes and climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Once Grappler returns to a standing position, Leo leaps into the air, arm extended, looking for a flying clothesline. However, Matthews extends his arms out forward and catches the missile around the waist and back, clenches his hands together, and begins to squeeze!

 

King: ?Ladies and gentlemen?IT IS BEARHUG TIME~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?

 

Axis: ?I think these fans want you to wake them up when it?s over.?

 

Matthews continues to squeeze with all of his might, as Leo is trapped in the mighty arms of the TV Champion. The crowd alternates a ?Let?s Go Breslin!? chant with the obligatory ?BORING!? chant, as Charlie ignores the fans and focuses all of his energy on squeezing the life out of Leo Breslin. After some time in the hold, Matthews remembers what he?s been focusing on in this match, and he shifts his arms higher up on the back of Breslin, squeezing once again.

 

Axis: ?Smart move there by Charlie Matthews! He realized that he?s been working on the upper back and neck of Breslin, so he?s focusing his energy there.?

 

King: ?And this is why the Bearhug IS NOT boring. It?s a perfectly acceptable submission hold in times like this.?

 

Breslin slowly begins to fade, and Nick Soapdish does the only thing he can do, which is check for the submission. James Matheson, on the outside, continues to shout encouragement to Matthews, as well as ?GIVE IT UP!? to Leo Breslin. Soapdish grabs the arm, and:

 

THE ARM DROPS ONCE~!

 

 

 

 

THE ARM DROPS TWICE!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE ARM DROPS THRICE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

Axis: ?No!!! Wait! Breslin?s arm DID NOT fall! Now he?s really feeding off of the crowd!?

 

King: ?This is pointless. He should?ve just given up right there. Why bother when you?re just going to get humiliated by the Grappler??

 

Axis: ?He wants to win the TV Title. And damn it, these people believe that he can.?

 

Breslin, breathing a breath of new life, begins sending his fist into the face of Matthews, valiantly trying to break the hold. Instead of letting his challenger get the upper hand, however, Grappler decides to shift his weight, and he spins around, bringing Breslin with him. He then goes to drop Leo to the mat in a belly-to-belly suplex, but instead of sending him to the mat back-first, Charlie turns Breslin at an angle, and when he hits the mat he lands directly on his NECK.

 

Axis: ?My goodness! Yet even more pressure on the neck by Charlie Matthews. Like him or not, you have to admit that he is a master technician when the time calls for it.?

 

At ringside, James Matheson is nearly having a party, badmouthing everyone in the front row while cheering on his meal ticket. A full beer cup is thrown at his red plaid suit, but he ignores it, telling Grappler to ?finish him off!? The champion hears this, and so he brings Leo Breslin to his feet and puts the challenger?s head between his massive legs. He raises his arms high into the air, before locking them around the waist of Breslin and lifting up, sending him into the air in almost a sitting position. He prepares to drop him?but Breslin begins firing off with punches to the face as he sits on Grappler?s shoulders! Leo is able to shift his weight?and causes Matthews to fall backwards with Breslin on top of him! Leo hooks the legs of Charlie into a pinning predicament as Soapdish begins to count the fall!

 

ONE!!!!!

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT~!

 

Axis: ?Oh my! We almost had a new Television Champion right there! I think that just proves that at any time in this match, either of these men can take the crown.?

 

King: ?Axis, Charlie Matthews has nearly unmatched endurance, not counting that little runt Tim Dillon. Breslin just can?t stand up to that. He can throw as much stuff as he wants at Charlie Matthews, and the champ STILL won?t go down for the count.?

 

Breslin gets up off of Matthews and looks to the crowd, telling them to get on their feet, and the crowd follows his instructions, cheering wildly. Once Grappler reaches his feet, Leo grabs his right arm and twists it behind his back in a hammerlock. Then, while holding onto the move, he grabs a handful of Matthews? tights and brings him up into the air; nearly diagonal with his head pointed towards the mat, and then drops him down on both the hammer-locked arm and his upper back. Leo himself is almost slow to get up, as he landed on his injured upper back/neck as well while executing the suplex. He tenaciously brings Charlie to his feet, and grabs the same arm that was in the hammerlock, and he twists it behind him, while simultaneously bringing his other arm across the throat of the Grappler, in a Crossface Chickenwing! Unsatisfied with just this submission, Breslin decides to vault himself backwards, sending Grappler over and down to the mat right on his neck! However, as with the Straightjacket suplex before, Breslin tries to bridge but his neck gives out!

 

Axis: ?Oh, that neck must be absolutely TORTURED! But even so?after two suplexes, Breslin clearly has the TV Title in his possession!?

 

King: ?See, this is what I was talking about. Leo Breslin is throwing all he can at Charlie Matthews. In this case, all the suplexes he can muster. The sad thing is, it just WON?T be enough to put Charlie Matthews down.?

 

Slowly, Leo Breslin uses the ropes to get to his feet, as he holds his neck and has both pain and determination painted on his face. Matthews is even slower to get up, using the turnbuckle as James Matheson shouts encouragement in his face. However, Breslin shouts ?CYCLONE~!? and the crowd leaps to their feet in anticipation for Leo?s impressive finishing maneuver. With Grappler?s back turned to him, Leo wraps Matthews? arms around himself in the straightjacket position. He then ducks his head between the legs of Grappler, and tries to lift him up?

 

BUT HIS NECK GIVES OUT.

 

Taking complete advantage of the situation, Charlie Matthews, with Leo?s head still between his legs, kicks his legs out forward and brings his weight CRASHING DOWN ONTO THE NECK OF BRESLIN, SENDING HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS.

 

Axis: ?OH MY GOD!!! The 300 pound Charlie Matthews just SAT DOWN ON THE BACK OF LEO BRESLIN?S NECK! That was one of the nastiest things I?ve ever seen!?

 

While still sitting on Breslin?s neck, Grappler sees Leo?s arms outstretched to his sides, and he grabs them, pulling them FORWARD in a devastating double armbar!

 

King: ?And now Matthews locks in a modified version of Christian Blackwell?s Necrosynthesis! Folks, the arms aren?t supposed to bend that way.?

 

Axis: ?And to top it all off, he?s still sitting on that neck of Leo Breslin! That thing must be ready to snap like a twig!?

 

Nick Soapdish is down on the canvas, checking on Leo Breslin, who is seemingly showing no response. The crowd is at a fever pitch cheering for Breslin, as the ref continues to ask for a submission. This only leads Grappler to pull the arms back further, as Breslin lets out a scream of pain. A muffled voice can be heard underneath the body of Matthews?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

?AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I?I?I?I QUIT!?

 

*DING DING DING*

 

James Matheson LEAPS into the air pumping his fist, as he slides into the ring holding the TV Title belt. Matthews lets go of the hold, and Soapdish quickly checks on Leo Breslin.

 

Funyon: ?Ladies and gentlemen, your winner as a result of a submission, and STILL SJL Television Champion, Charlie ?Grappler? Matthews.?

 

Axis: ?Damn it. Leo Breslin gave it all he had, but in the end it just wasn?t enough.?

 

King: ?Well, give credit where credit is due. I?ve NEVER seen a finish like that before. Extremely innovative, and as I?m sure Leo Breslin can tell you, extremely painful.?

 

Axis: ?I still think Breslin is destined to win that Championship.?

 

King: ?Please. He blew it?again.?

 

Axis: ?Well, up next is going to be a fight. Parents put the kids to bed?John Duran takes on Tim Dillon in a HARDCORE battle. Don?t miss it. We?ll be back after this commercial break.?

[Guest Thoth]

Fade in to Ben Hardy, who's standing with former European champion John Duran, who doesn't look very happy at all.

 

Hardy: "John Duran, you lost your title to Viktor Tarakanov last show, and now you get a chance to face newcomer Tim Dillon in a hardcore match. What is your mindset going into tonight's contest."

 

Duran: "Let me make it simple, Hardy. Dillon, you picked a bad time to go head-to-head with me. And since I've finally been given a little breathing room in the rules, you can bet that I'm going to do whatever it takes to pick up a victory tonight.

 

Hardy: "But John, this is your first hardcore match, and Tim Dillon seems to have a tough history about him, being a former boxing champion. BARE KNUCKLES, no less!"

 

Duran: "In Ireland. Stop talking for a second, I think Tim needs to see something."

 

Duran lifts up a chair that he's been holding at his side to the camera.

 

Duran: "Your head goes here, Timmy. When it's all said and done, John Duran will be back on a tear again, and you'll be left a bloody mess, hoping that you never ever step in the ring again with me. No more games. I'm going to the top, and I'll be doing it destroying pieces of crap like you, Dillon."

 

Hardy: "Thank you, John, good luck in the match tonight."

 

Before Duran can respond, a rather portly man steps into the view of the camera, and turns to face it.

 

Hardy: "Excuse me...wait, who are you?"

 

Kinxx: "I LIKE PEANUTS!"

 

Duran stares at Mark Kinxx for a moment, and then brings a right hand around, clocking the peanut-lover. Kinxx stumbles to his left, but Duran grabs him by his hair and drags him back around, the camera catching Duran's movements as John brings a foot up right into the lower extremities of Mark Kinxx. Duran goes to grab his chair, and gets ready to bash it into the skull of the doubled over Kinxx, who's on both knees, but Duran stalls.

 

Duran: "...Nah."

 

Duran places his boot on the side of Kinxx's head and pushes him over disrespectfully, walking out of the view of the camera with his chair in tow as Mark tends to his "family jewels." However, Duran says one more thing off-screen.

 

Duran: "By the way..."

 

John suddenly pops into view, slamming his chair down onto the right arm of Kinxx as Mark yells out in pain.

 

Duran: "Welcome to the SJL."

 

Mark is now trying to ease the pain in his arm, as Duran spits on Mark's face, walking off-screen once again.

 

Duran: "...Dumbass."

 

The camera swings over to Hardy, who is a little dumbfounded at what just happened.

 

Hardy: "Uh...back to you guys in the booth!"

[Guest Thoth]

Fade in on the Alliant Energy Center in Madison, Wisconsin, as Funyon is in the ring, ready to deliver the introductions for the third match on tonight?s card.

 

Funyon: "This next match is a hardcore rules match scheduled for one fall!"

 

The crowd cheers, prepared for some hardcore action tonight, perhaps a taste of what is to come in the main event. With that, "Sinner" by Drowning Pool blares over the loudspeakers, as John Duran pulls back the curtain and makes his entrance, the crowd booing the former European Champion. Duran seems a little bit tenser this week, however, with a more serious look on his face. Also, Duran has a steel chair with him, and John seems more than willing to bash it over someone's head.

 

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

 

John begins his walk down towards the ring, this time ignoring the boos of the crowd, attempting to stay focused on the match.

 

Axis: ?This is an important match for both men tonight. Duran needs a win over Dillon tonight to stay in the European Title hunt, and Dillon would like to do a leap frog over the former European champ in the rankings to put him in the title hunt!?

 

King: ?I think he wants a lot more than another European title shot, though. He wants to regain his pride that he believes he lost at the hands of Viktor and Leo Breslin!?

 

Duran slides his chair into the ring as he reaches the ringside area, before going up onto the apron himself and entering the ring. John snatches his chair up from the mat, waiting for his opponent to arrive. Dropkick Murphy?s ?Barroom Hero? begins to play, the crowd cheering as the bagpipes blare and the lyrics kick in.

 

?Face down in the gutter, won?t admit defeat?those clothes are soiled and black!?

 

Green shamrock confetti falls from the rafters as orange and green-colored pyro shoots up from the side of the stage, Tim Dillon appearing at the top of the ramp to the crowd?s delight, realizing that Dillon has a trash can?filled with weapons!

 

Funyon: ?And his opponent, weighing one hundred and ninety pounds, from Limerick, Ireland, TIM DILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLONNNNN!?

 

Dillon begins to strut down towards the ring, throwing a punch or two with his right hand as he holds the trash can o? goodies in his left hand, slapping hands with some of the fans who have their hands outstretched.

 

King: ?WHAT?! He can?t bring out a trash can full of weapons, can he??

 

Axis: ?It?s all legal, King.?

 

King: ?I hope Duran teaches him not to ever do that in a hardcore match, then!?

 

Once Dillon reaches the ringside area, he chucks the trash can into the ring, as it tips over; the weapons staying inside the trash can, however. Tim then slides into the ring, but Duran runs over and lays the boots down onto Tim as referee Anthony Michael Hall immediately goes to call for the bell.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Axis: ?King, this is uncalled for! John has launched a sneak attack on Tim Dillon, and only now has the match started!?

 

King: ?Don?t you love it? SIN TO WIN!?

 

Anthony Michael Hall goes over to the trash can o? weapons and sets it upright as Duran continues to stomp away at Dillon, the crowd booing their disapproval of the early attack. Duran then begins to bring Dillon to his feet by his fine blonde hair. Once Tim is upright, John throws him into the opposite ropes, Duran grabbing his chair as Dillon rebounds off the ropes and heads back towards the former European and Television champion. Duran takes a swing at Dillon?s head, but Tim ducks it and goes behind John, Dillon going back into the ropes as Duran turns around. John seems ready to unload another swing, but Tim beats him to the punch, leaping up and extending his legs, nailing Duran in the face with a dropkick that drops John to the mat along with Duran?s chair.

 

Axis: ?Duran lucked out there, King, a few more inches and that chair would?ve been right in his face when Dillon went for that dropkick!?

 

John gets back to his feet as quickly as possible, not wanting Dillon to get an advantage as Tim confronts Duran. Tim throws a right hand at John, but John gets his left arm up and blocks the blow, answering with a right hand of his own which connects, staggering Dillon. Duran follows this up with another blow, which sends Dillon into a one hundred and eighty degree spin as Duran grabs a handful of Dillon?s khakis and Dropkick Murphy?s t-shirt, sending him over the top rope to the outside to the chagrin of the crowd.

 

King: ?Bahahahahaha! Dillon was launched like a lawn dart over that top rope!?

 

Before going to the outside, Duran goes over to the trash can and pulls out a kendo stick, some of the crowd cheering as the match seems ready to take a turn towards the hardcore. Duran leaves the ring as Dillon is slowly getting to his feet after getting chucked out of the ring to the ringside area. Duran begins winding up the kendo stick, the crowd booing and trying to warn Dillon of what is going on behind him.

 

King: ?Axis, I didn?t know that Duran played baseball!?

 

Axis: ?Uh, King, I don?t think that John did ever play baseball??

 

King: ?That?s strange, because he?s about to knock Tim Dillon out of the park! Bwahahahahaha!?

 

Tim reaches an upright position as Duran goes toward Dillon, taking a swing at Tim, but Tim once again ducking the attempt from Duran, the crowd ?ooh?ing as Duran turns around, Dillon kicking John in the gut and grabbing the kendo stick as John drops it, jabbing it into the gut of Duran and then swinging it around, crashing it over the head and back of Duran, the crowd exploding in cheers as Duran hits the mat, the kendo stick already beginning to splinter.

 

King: ?That?s not fair! Duran was using that kendo stick!?

 

Axis: ?All?s fair in a hardcore match, King.?

 

Tim plays to the crowd for a moment before slowly bringing John up to his feet. Tim then places Duran on the apron and slowly rolls him into the ring, having a little trouble with the size of Duran, but eventually getting him back in the ring. Dillon then looks under the ring, the crowd cheering as Dillon pulls out a table, having a much easier time with the wood as he slides it into the ring.

 

Axis: ?King, I think Duran?s about to get some wood!?

 

King: ??I bet if Duran got some shed, you?d be even more jubilant. What a weirdo.?

 

Tim slides into the ring after the table, going over to the table and propping it up against the nearest turnbuckle. Dillon has a little trouble with it; however, as Duran gets to his feet, the crowd booing and once again trying to warn Dillon of what is happening behind him. Finally, Dillon gets the table set up in the corner before turning his attention towards Duran and putting him through the table. Tim turns around?right into a clothesline from Duran as he charges across the ring and knocks Dillon down to the mat. Duran then spots his chair on the mat and goes over to it, picking it up and then returning to Tim and draping the chair along the neck of Dillon. John then bounces off the ropes, running towards Dillon before leaping up and extending a leg, dropping it down across the chair and neck of Dillon with a sick legdrop. John then slides the chair off of Tim and quickly hooks a leg, going for the first pin of the match as Anthony Michael Hall swings around to make the count.

 

ONE?

 

 

 

 

 

TWO?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO COUNT! Dillon gets a shoulder up before the count of three, as the match continues. Duran drags Tim back up to his feet, and then whips his right hand across the eyes of Dillon, raking Tim?s eyes and sending him backwards, stumbling slightly as Tim attends to his eyes. John, meanwhile, crouches down, the crowd booing as Dillon nears the corner with the table. John backs himself up to the opposite corner, and as Dillon turns around, Duran charges. John seems poised to drive a shoulder right into the gut of Tim and send him crashing into the table, but Dillon manages to get his sight back just enough to spot John hurdling towards him. Tim dodges off to the left just in time, as Duran?s momentum cannot be stopped, sending him right into the table.

 

CRACK!

 

OOH!

 

Duran slams through the table as it splits in about three pieces, his momentum carrying him through the top and middle turnbuckle and into the steel post as Duran?s shoulder smacks off the cold steel, the crowd beginning to cheer as Duran seems to be in a lot of pain.

 

Axis: ?Oh my! Duran?s shoulder might be broken after going almost full force into that table and steel post! Tim has certainly outsmarted John on this occasion!?

 

King: ?It?s not over yet!?

 

Axis: ?Are you sure about that, King??

 

Tim tries to regain his composure, as does Duran, shaking the cobwebs out of his head and beginning to get back to his senses after taking that nasty shot from the steel pole right into his shoulder. Dillon notices John getting himself back together and comes up behind Duran, reaching in between John?s legs and rolling Duran up as John takes his head out from the turnbuckles. Anthony Michael Hall swings around to count the pinfall, the crowd cheering as an upset seems near.

 

ONE?

 

 

 

 

TWO?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

The force of Duran?s kickout at the count of two sends him backwards, tumbling over his head as he gets to one knee and then stands upright, charging Dillon once again as Tim reaches an upright position. Tim grabs Duran?s shoulders, however, and hits the floor, thrusting his legs up into Duran and flipping him backwards, Duran flying through the air, his ankles hitting the top turnbuckle as the crowd gives a collective winces, Duran smacking down to the mat.

 

King: ?Dillon is crazy! He could?ve killed Duran with that maneuver, and he almost did!?

 

Axis: ?But it?s all legal, King!?

 

King: ?Of course it?s legal, that?s why this match has to be stopped!?

 

Axis: ?You know that?s not going to happen??

 

Tim slowly brings Duran to his feet, and once Duran is upright and facing Dillon, Tim unloads a right hand to Duran?s face, followed swiftly by a left to Duran?s body. Tim then switches the hand positions around, the right hand striking Duran in his side and the left one swinging up and catching Duran under the chin, before Dillon begins to focus on the head and then the body separately, unleashing a flurry of right hands and left hands to the sides, abdomen, face and chin of John Duran, Duran seemingly about ready to hit the mat hard.

 

Axis: ?Is Tim going to bust out that Irish jig??

 

Tim does begin the jig, but Duran ends that celebration, bringing a right hand across the face of Dillon, knocking the spit out of Tim and catching Dillon by surprise, sending him back a few steps. Duran keeps the barrage going, focusing on the body, punishing Tim?s abs and sides with shot after shot, the crowd booing as Duran unloads right hand after left hand after right hand into the body of Dillon.

 

King: ?That?s it, Duran! Break him down!?

 

Duran continues with his combination of punches, but in a desperate move, Dillon swings a boot up into the gut of Duran, which doubles John over. To the crowd?s delight, Dillon busts out the Irish jig, doing a little dance for the crowd before jumping up and lashing out his legs, striking Duran right on the chin with a vicious dropkick that drops Duran down to the mat.

 

Axis: ??And the momentum swings in favor of Dillon once again!?

 

Dillon then falls on top of Duran, hooking the leg as Anthony Michael Hall swings around to count another pinfall.

 

ONE?

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO?

 

 

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

The crowd moans as Duran averts the upset once again with a kickout at the count of two. Instead of bringing Duran to his feet once again, Tim takes a breather, waiting for John to get to his feet. Slowly yet surely, Duran does make it to his feet, as Dillon bounces off the ropes opposite Duran. Tim charges, arm outstretched and ready to clothesline Duran, who is near the ropes, over to the outside, but Duran is ready for Dillon, crouching down and lifting up the one hundred and ninety pound Dillon, tossing him over John?s back as Dillon gets major hang time, before gravity kicks in and begins dragging Dillon back down towards Earth?

 

SMACK!

 

OHHHHH!

 

Dillon?s back slams off the mat on the ringside area, Duran having back body dropped Dillon all the way to the outside.

 

Axis: ?Holy crap, what a backdrop from Duran! I think Dillon almost was able to reach the lights with that one!?

 

King: ?That?s why you don?t mess with John Duran, Axis.?

 

Duran leaves the ring in a more civilized manner than Dillon was removed, looking under the ring and finding a second table stashed under there, the majority of the crowd booing this time as Duran begins to set the table up near the start of the ramp. Duran picks up Dillon, who looks dazed and confuses, and attempts to put him on the table. However, Dillon fires back, slamming an elbow into the ribcage of Duran which temporarily stuns John, sending him back a step and giving Tim some breathing room. Tim seizes the moment, leaping up and once again using those deadly legs to slam Duran in the face with yet another dropkick.

 

King: ?How many times do you think he?s going to end up using that dropkick? 10? 20??

 

Axis: ?It?s obviously serving its purpose, as the momentum has shifted once again in the favor of Tom Dillon. Fans, I honestly can?t pick a winner! Both men have been giving it their all!?

 

With Duran down on the outside, Dillon goes back into the ring, grabbing Duran?s chair before sliding out of the ring once again. As Duran gets to his feet from the dropkick, the adrenaline beginning to flow through John?s body, Tim attempts to thwart this surge, the crowd cheering as Dillon winds up and takes a swing at John with the chair.

 

CRACK!

 

The chair connects with Duran?s skull and Duran hits the mat quickly, holding his head in pain as Dillon turns his focus to the table. Dillon repositions the table to be parallel with the upper left turnbuckle, moving it a little closer.

 

King: ?What is that little runt up to now??

 

The crowd watches as Dillon gets everything perfect, before going up to Duran and bringing John up to his feet, John?s ears no doubt still ringing from that hellacious chair shot at the hands of Dillon.

 

Axis: ?Oh no, Duran looks to be busted open. This cannot be good for John.?

 

Sure enough, the slightest hint of blood is beginning to flow from Duran?s head, likely from the chair shot, but Dillon ignores this, placing Duran on the table and then sliding into the ring, going towards that upper left turnbuckle and climbing to the top.

 

Axis: ?Dillon?s going for the high-risk maneuver, and you have to believe that if he hits this move, that we might have an upset on our hands tonight!?

 

Some of the crowd rises to their feet as Dillon judges his distance, and then takes the huge leap. Tim extends out a leg, going for a flying legdrop as the cameras flash all around him, Dillon looking to put an exclamation point on the end of this match, which has already seen its share of interesting moments. However, Dillon does not see the bloody Duran diving out of the way of the table, leaving it unoccupied as Dillon flies in.

 

CRACK!

 

The crowd moans in shock and disgust as Duran dodges yet another bullet, Dillon slamming through the table as it breaks up into who knows how many pieces, some odd cameras still flashing as Dillon looks to be in serious pain.

 

King: ?He missed! He missed! What an idiot! HAHAHAHAHA!?

 

Duran wastes no time, taking advantage of the very prone Dillon, quickly bringing the grossly-outmatched Tim to his feet as Duran wraps his arms around the waist of Dillon, catching him in what looks to be a big hug, but most should know better. Duran tosses Tim over his head as Tim goes crashing into the ramp, having just been belly-to-belly suplexed by John. Quickly, John scrambles over and hooks a leg on the ramp, Anthony Michael Hall right there to count the pinfall.

 

ONE?

 

 

 

 

TWO?

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

The crowd cheers once Dillon kicks out of the first pinfall attempted outside of the ring. Duran?s bloody face is showing signs of frustration for the first time in this match, but John remains focused, bringing the stick-figure-come-to-life Dillon back to his feet. Tim kicks Duran in the kneecap out of nowhere, however, Duran giving attention to the knee before getting back upright. Dillon is waiting, however, as he charges and clotheslines John right back down to the ramp.

 

Axis: ?Could this match be any closer??

 

King: ?Can?t Dillon just give up right now before he gets destroyed by Duran? You can tell that Johnny?s about to snap.?

 

Dillon tries to bring Duran to his feet, but he continues to have trouble as Duran has an almost-seventy pound advantage over the much smaller Dillon. Tim takes too much time, however, and Duran strikes, bringing his arm up in between the legs of Dillon and low-blowing Timmy, doubling up Timmy as Duran gets to his feet, locking Dillon in a front facelock, facing the ring as Duran throws Dillon?s arm over his shoulder and lifts Dillon straight up into the air before falling back and dropping Dillon down onto the cold steel with a vertical suplex. Duran quickly scrambles onto the fallen Dillon and hooks the leg once again, as another fall is counted on the ramp by Anthony Michael Hall?

 

ONE?

 

 

 

 

TWO?

 

 

 

 

THR-NO! DILLON KICKS OUT!

 

The crowd is cheering as Duran is now wearing a crimson mask, but not letting that phase him as he begins to walk back down to the ramp; entering the ring once again, walking over and grabbing the trash can full of weapons, tossing it out of the ring. Dillon is still out on the ramp as Duran looks under the ring for a couple of more weapons?coming out with two fluorescent light tubes.

 

King: ?Duran?s going to get hardcore! This is great!?

 

Duran holds the light tubes and picks up the trash can, walking back up the ramp to where Dillon is slowly getting back to his feet. With the tubes and trash can in one hand, Duran gets Dillon to his feet and practically begins to drag him up the ramp, Duran?s hands full as they reach the top of the stage, near the entranceway. Finally, Dillon is shoved down to the steel, Duran grabbing the trash can with two hands and throwing it down on Dillon as some of the weapons scatter out of the can. Duran goes to bring Dillon to his feet, but Tim suddenly strikes Duran right in the groin.

 

King: ?WHAT?! Call for the bell, ref! Disqualify him!?

 

Axis: ?YEAH! Duran gets a taste of his own medicine, there!?

 

Dillon steals a light tube from Duran?s hand, the crowd cheering as Dillon cocks it in his hands and then takes a swing.

 

CRASH!

 

The light tube shatters over the back of Duran as John arches his shoulders back in pain. Angered, John takes his light tube and switches to his right hand, bringing it down on Dillon before Tim has time to react, the light tube shattering over Dillon?s head as the crowd gives a mixture of gasps and boos, Tim barely able to get his hands up in time to avoid glass getting in his eyes. However, the light tube goes everywhere on the ramp as Dillon hits the steel, in plenty of pain.

 

King: ?DURAN JUST BUSTED THAT TUBE OVER THE HEAD OF DILLON! THIS IS GREAT!?

 

Duran imitates Dillon doing a poor version of Tim?s Irish jig, before flipping off the crowd, the camera getting a nice close-up of Duran?s eyes, seemingly on fire surrounded by the blood as Duran continues his attack on Dillon.

 

Axis: ?This match is getting pretty sick, folks, I do believe that Duran?s back is beginning to bleed. Put the children in their beds for this one, folks, because I think it can only get worse from here??

 

Duran grabs the trash can and pours out the rest of the weapons on Dillon, Tim squirming as a computer keyboard falls out and strikes Dillon right in the back of the head, Dillon face down on the steel, very close to some glass.

 

With the trash can empty, Duran throws it to the side and then picks up Dillon, who is bleeding from his forehead now as well, the blood seemingly streaming down the face of Tim as Duran grabs Dillon in a waistlock, pivoting one hundred and eighty degrees and slamming Dillon down back first onto the steel ramp, Dillon?s back also catching some glass as it penetrates his back.

 

King: ?What a spinebuster from Duran! This match is over!?

 

Axis: ?He?s not going for the pin, though!?

 

Duran calls for the end instead of pinning Dillon, bringing Tim back to his feet and hitting him with a couple of right hands as the two men are near the edge of the stage.

 

Axis: ?No, he?s not going to do??

 

King: ?He is, he is!?

 

Dillon blocks a third right hand from Duran and answers one of his own, the crowd gasping as Duran barely manages to keep his footing on the stage. Duran blocks a second right hand from Dillon and this time slaps his right hand around the throat of Dillon.

 

Axis: ?NO! NO! DON?T!?

 

Duran lifts Dillon up easily, nothing under Dillon for about 10-15 feet.

 

King: ?YES! DO IT!?

 

Duran thrusts his right arm down, Dillon falling down, down, down, finally crashing into a stack of tables and God-knows what else, the crowd giving out more ?Ooh?s than boos, as the chant starts up.

 

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

 

King: ?He just killed Dillon! NO ONE can get up from that!?

 

Axis: ?I don?t believe what just happened!

 

King: ?Watch this, folks??

 

A instant replay comes up as the chokeslam is replayed.

 

King: ?Beautiful! Dillon has to be crushed!?

 

Duran sits down on the stage, breathing heavily before slowly lowering himself down to where Dillon is laying, the ref quickly running down the ramp and around to count the pinfall, the crowd now turning to all boos as Duran hooks the leg, going for the cover on a bloody and broken Dillon.

 

ONE?

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

?Sinner? kicks in once again as Duran raises his arms in exhausted victory, a bloody mess, Anthony Michael Hall raising his hand.

 

Funyon: "Here is your winner, JOHN DURANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

 

Duran collapses on top of Dillon again, worn out as much as Dillon is.

 

Axis: ?I don?t believe what just happened here, folks. I really hope that Dillon is going to be alright??

 

Duran gets out of what looks like a war scene and walks back up towards the ramp.

 

Axis: ?Stay tuned, folks, there?s more of Wrath to come, including that four-way match as the main event! The night is young in Madison!?

[Guest Thoth]

Axis: And we?re gonna go backstage to Ben Hardy who has the Maori Badass Va?aiga for an exclusive interview.

 

Ben Hardy: I?m backstage here with Va?aiga, coming off the back of a brutal chairshot match with Crow, and going into a 4 way dance tonight to get back his #1 contender role. So Va?aiga, defeated but with a chance to get another shot, how does it feel.

 

Va?aiga glares at Ben Hardy and stares right into the eyes of the SJL?s fearless reporter

 

Va?aiga: How does it feel? How does it feel? IT SUCKS!

 

Va?aiga glowers at Hardy and turns to the camera.

 

Va?aiga: Take a good god damn look at this brother. Take a long HARD look. I took Crow to the limit, the DAMN limit. I got beat, and that sucks, when a brother like me puts in YEARS of hard effort, YEARS of sweat, blood, effort to reach up and call myself world champion, and no. NOTHING. GOD DAMN NOTHING. But you know Ben Hardy, you know I took him to the limit.

 

Ben Hardy: That is right it was a goo?

 

Va?aiga: GOOD? Don?t you even think about saying good match to me, I?ll smash your skull in, bitch. I broke every fucking limit I have and so close, so FUCKING close. And there?s no reward for second place, DAMNIT. I?m coming for that belt, I?m coming back stronger, I?m coming back harder.

 

Ben Hardy: So you intend to win tonight?

 

Va?aiga: TONIGHT? FOUR WAY DANCE? BULL FUCKING SHIT! Look at me, I push Crow to his damn limits and all I get as reward is shuffled into a massive pack? Hardcore? Shit let the physical wounds heal at least, don?t dump me with the Red Guy, who I beat, Manson, what-ever, and SPIKE?. GOD DAMN SPIKE, Ben Hardy. You know what? I?ve beat Spike Jenkins up and down the road, I?ve crushed him, I?ve inched out close matches against him, I?ve fought him in tags, I?ve fought him in six mans, plain rules, hardcore, matches with stakes, matches with nothing but ?hey Va?aiga faces Spike lots, why not have them face a-fucking-gain? factor going for them. You know what, Ben Hardy, I have hated officials. I have ALWAYS hated officials, and tonight? YOU are the officials..

 

Before Ben Hardy has chance to back away Va?aiga kicks him in the stomach and picks him across his chest. Va?aiga turns to face the camera, holding Ben there for a second and then MAORI DROPS BEN HARDY ON THE CONCRETE IN THE BACKSTAGE AREA!

 

Axis: My God.. Va?aiga has snapped King, Va?aiga has just snapped.

 

Va?aiga goes for a chair and rushes Ben on the floor as a voice from off camera calls out ?Security! Security!? Va?aiga gets a couple of shots on the grounded Ben Hardy before being dragged away by local security guards and dragged out of shot screaming

 

Va'aiga: REMATCH! GIVE ME MY FUCKING REMATCH! MY HOUSE! MY HOUSE!

[Guest Thoth]

SJL Wrath comes back from commercial the cameras panning around the packed Alliant Energy Center in Madison, Wisconsin the fans are on their feet and pumped from the action they?ve seen so far. Eventually the cameras swing back to the commentary table, revealing Axis and the Suicide King.

 

Axis: Welcome back everyone to SJL Wrath! We?re airing tonight from the Alliant Center in Madison, Wisconsin!

 

King: We?ve seen some exciting matches so far and we aren?t done yet!

 

Axis: That?s right King. Coming up next we have a Number 1 contenders match for the European Championship, Chris Trepanier coming off a big win in his debut match against Manson faces off tonight against the returning Black Angel, Aecas!

 

?Canadian Thunder? by Defused blast through the arena speakers drowning out any reply from the Suicide King, the music plays for several moments before Chris Trepanier appears in the entranceway to a mixed crowd reaction. Clad in a long pair of blue and red tights with the legend ?Canadian Thunder? stitched down the sides, a mask encases his head but leaves his mouth free, decorated with blue and red lighting bolts down the sides. Trepanier walks down the ramp his attention fully focused on the ring, paying no attention to the fans around him whether they be booing or cheering him.

 

Axis: And here comes the SJL rookie Chris Trepanier!

 

King: He won?t have the title of rookie for long Axis; he defeated Manson in a brilliant debut match on Metal! I can see a bright future for this guy in the SJL.

 

Trepanier slowly climbs into the ring and paces for a few moments before turning and looking back at the entranceway, waiting for his opponent as Funyon makes the announcements.

 

Funyon: ?The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will decide the Number I contender for the European Championship! In the ring at this time, from Grand Rapids, Manitoba, Canada, weighing 267lbs he is ?Canadian Thunder? Chris Trepanier!

 

Trepanier makes no reaction to his announcement and continues to stare at the entranceway, suddenly the whole arena goes dark and the Smarktron lights up with a close up of Aecas? face, the fans explode into cheers as Aecas? voice booms through the arena speakers.

 

?Sanity is just a weird form of madness??

 

On the Smarktron Aecas throws back his head laughing insanely as the first strains of Adema?s ?Immortal? begin to play, as the songs heavier riffs kick in red alert lights start to flash around the arena as thick smoke boils up from around the entranceway. The Smarktron starts to play clips of brutal weapons matches, sadistic moves and faces contorted in pain, all interspersed with the name AECAS, the letters steadily dripping blood.

 

The cheering of the fans escalates to deafening proportions as Aecas appears in the midst of the coils of smoke, a rare grin splits his face at the fans reaction and he raises his arms in salute before striding down the ramp, a blood red spotlight highlighting him. The spotlight starts to flash as he walks every flash showing a different emotion across Aecas? face, from a demonic grin to an impassive mask.

 

Axis: And there he is! Making his return to the SJL tonight!

 

King: Am I seeing things or is this guy bigger than the last time we saw him?

 

Axis: You aren?t seeing things King, he looks bigger and stronger now than he ever was, I dread to think what this man has been doing since we last saw him.

 

Funyon almost has to shout to make himself heard over the cheering fans, as Aecas strides towards the ring.

 

Funyon: And his opponent, from Shrewsbury England, weighing 285 lbs, he is the Black Angel. Aecas!

 

Aecas leaps up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, his eyes are locked on Chris Trepanier, a twisted grins splits his face as the arena lights come back up before his face becomes an impassive mask once again. The two combatants face one another as Funyon exits the ring; referee Eddy Long signals to the timekeeper and the bell rings.

 

DING! DING! DING!!!!!

 

Axis: And we?re underway! Chris Trepanier versus Aecas for a shot at the European championship!

 

Aecas and Trepanier waste no time in locking themselves together in a collar and elbow tie up, both men strain against the other until Trepanier throws off Aecas? left arm and quickly twists the bigger mans left arm into an Arm Wringer. Trepanier quickly steps in behind Aecas, bringing the big mans arm up behind his back in a Hammerlock, Aecas grimaces slightly before ducking underneath Trepanier?s arm reversing the hold into a Hammerlock of his own.

 

Trepanier struggles for a moment as his hold is reversed but quickly regains the initiative as he reaches back wrapping an arm around Aecas? head and dropping down to one knee taking Aecas over in a swift Snapmare. As Aecas sits up Trepanier leans forwards wrapping one arm around Aecas? throat and locks him into a Sleeper position.

 

Axis: Trepanier taking the big man up and over there and he?s got a Sleeper locked in, is he trying to end this match early?

 

King: Smart move by Trepanier, restrict the flow of oxygen to your opponents brain with that deceptively damaging Sleeper hold, this is smart wrestling Axis.

 

Aecas? arms move up to grab Trepanier?s head and the Black Angel gathers his feet underneath him, slowly rising back up to his feet, an angry look stamped on his face.

 

Axis: Aecas is getting up! He?s not fazed by the sleeper!

 

Aecas feels Trepanier tightening the hold as he rises, taking a firm grip of Trepanier?s masked head Aecas suddenly sits down Trepanier?s chin meeting the crown of his head as he executes a vicious Jawbreaker. Trepanier staggers backwards clutching his jaw as Aecas quickly gets back to his feet, seizing an arm the Black Angel whips Trepanier hard into the ropes. Trepanier ducks a huge clothesline from Aecas skidding to a halt behind the big man wrapping his arms around Aecas? waist before taking the big man up and over in a huge release German Suplex, sending Aecas crashing down on his head.

 

King: Beautiful Release German Suplex from Chris Trepanier!

 

Axis: Nice counter attack after that Jawbreaker from Aecas.

 

Aecas shakes his head and is already starting to get back to his feet, Trepanier takes his time waiting for Aecas to stand up before slamming to sharp hard kicks into his chest. Trepanier takes a step back before leaping upwards his right foot practically whistling through the air in a savage Roundhouse kick into Aecas? face sending his opponent staggering backwards as the fans ?ooooh!? at the slapping sound of boot on flesh.

 

Axis: My God! Did you hear that King?

 

King: That?s the prominent Martial Arts background of Chris Trepanier showing through here Axis, he damn near decapitated Aecas with that Roundhouse!

 

Trepanier lands with an easy grace, regaining his feet and charging the dazed Aecas, the man known as ?Canadian Thunder? leaps at his opponent locking an arm around Aecas? head and swinging his opponent around 180 degrees before driving his head straight into the canvas in a huge Tornado DDT.

 

King: Wow!

 

Axis: There was nothing Martial Arts about that! What a devastating DDT from Chris Trepanier! He?s got Aecas covered!?

 

ONE!!!!!!

 

?

 

 

?

 

TWO!!!!!

 

?

 

?

 

THR-NO!!!!!!

 

 

King: Mistake by Trepanier there, he had his opponent down but he didn?t hook the leg, with someone as big as Aecas you need to get those huge legs out of action.

 

Trepanier doesn?t waste any time as his opponent kicks out, grabbing Aecas by the hair and hauling him back up to his feet, Trepanier wraps his arms around Aecas? waist from the front in preparation for a Belly to Belly Suplex. Aecas retaliates with a hard headbutt into Trepanier?s face, followed by another, and another forcing Trepanier to break his grip. Aecas takes full advantage of the opening, several huge punches send Trepanier reeling backwards into the ropes, Aecas Irish Whips his opponent into the ropes almost decapitating Trepanier with a huge Big Boot.

 

Trepanier jerks on the canvas as Aecas stamps down hard with his boots, the Canadian superstar doggedly makes his way back to his feet only to be doubled over once more as Aecas slams a kick into his gut. Aecas shoves Trepanier?s head between his legs and leans down, his arms locking around his opponents waist, bending his knees Aecas hauls Trepanier into the air, holding him there for a moment before Powerbombing him hard into the canvas. Trepanier hits the canvas with a resounding crash, but Aecas hangs on, hoisting Trepanier back into the air and onto is shoulders with an effortless display of power before delivering a second devastating Powerbomb to Trepanier.

 

Aecas looks down at Trepanier and shakes his head grabbing his opponent?s masked head and pulling him back up to his feet. Aecas grabs his opponent, pulling him off of his feet into a Sidewalk Slam position, he holds him there for a moment before dropping down to one knee, slamming the small of Trepanier?s back onto his knee. Paying no attention to Trepanier?s struggles, Aecas lifts him up once more before dropping him into another Backbreaker, the Black Angel lifts Trepanier up a final time and drops him back down to the mat with a Sidewalk slam, leaning back and hooking the leg of his prone opponent.

 

ONE!!!!!!

?

 

?

 

TWO!!!!!

 

?

 

?

 

KICKOUT!!!!

 

Trepanier kicks out of the pinfall attempt hard, frustrating Aecas? attempt at gaining an early victory, as he leans down to pick up Chris Trepanier again, the Canadian superstar surprises him, grabbing his head and rolling him up in a Small Package.

 

ONE!!!!

 

?

 

?

 

TWO!!!!

 

?

 

KICKOUT!

 

Aecas powers out of the pin attempt, both men quickly get to their feet, Aecas thunders a punch into the face of Chris Trepanier who shrugs off the blow responding with another lethal martial arts kick that slices into Aecas? chest. Aecas staggers backwards as Trepanier hits him with another kick, and another sending Aecas reeling back once more.

 

Axis: Chris Trepanier has Aecas reeling with those hard martial arts kicks.

 

King: Yeah but he?s going to have to pull out something bigger, he?s not going to keep Aecas down with just kicks.

 

Chris Trepanier quickly runs for the ropes, rebounding to gain momentum as he runs towards Aecas, Aecas grabs Trepanier by the backs of his knees scooping him off of his feet, using his opponents momentum against him, Aecas pivots 180 degrees on one foot before slamming Trepanier down into the canvas with a hard Spinebuster,

 

King: Just like I said Axis, kicks aren?t enough.

 

Axis: Maybe not but Chris Trepanier just shrugged off that Spinebuster.

 

King: That?s conditioning Axis, something you could use.

 

Back in the ring, Trepanier rolls aside as Aecas leaps up high for an elbow drop, finding nothing but the canvas. As soon as Aecas stands up Trepanier pounces, wrapping an arm around Aecas? neck and wrapping a foot around his left leg before puling him back and off balance with a beautiful Russian Leg Sweep. Aecas rolls out of the ring to the outside, quickly followed by Chris Trepanier, the Canadian superstar again pouncing on Aecas.

 

Trepanier doubles Aecas over with a stiff kick to the gut, wasting no time he grabs and hooks first one arm, and then the other until he has Aecas in a double underhook position. Pausing for a moment, perhaps to muster his strength Chris Trepanier bends his knees and lifts Aecas up and over in a huge Double Underhook Suplex, the fans exploding as they watch Aecas crash onto the protective mats of the outside, Aecas arching his back in pain while Trepanier nurses his masked head.

 

Axis: What an impact! But it looks like Trepanier may have hurt himself King!

 

King: That?s the danger you take when you go to the outside Axis, its unpredictable out there and anything can go wrong at a moments notice.

 

Chris Trepanier slowly gets back to his feet moving back to Aecas and slowly pulling his opponent back up making sure to push Aecas? head down between his legs as he starts to underhook his opponents arms once more.

 

Axis: Chris Trepanier going for a Pedigree on the outside!

 

King: If he hits this Axis, then this match is going to be over very quickly.

 

The fans voices start to raise once more as they sense what might be a turning point in the match, loud boos mix with cheers as the fans struggle to make themselves heard voicing their support or jeers towards Chris Trepanier. Oblivious to the deafening chants Trepanier and Aecas struggle in a very different conflict, a conflict of strength, Trepanier trying to hold Aecas long enough to execute the Pedigree while Aecas strives to break free of the hold.

 

It looks touch and go for a while but eventually Aecas? greater strength prevails, his arms snap free of Trepanier?s double underhook, Aecas gabs the back of Trepanier?s knees and yanks hard toppling the Canadian superstar to the mat. Aecas keeps hold of Chris Trepanier?s legs, pulling his opponent up until only Trepanier?s head and shoulders are touching the ground. Aecas slowly tips himself back and Slingshots Trepanier straight into a ring post, the Canadian superstars head snapping back as it connects with the hard steel.

 

Axis: What a counter to the pedigree!

 

King: Chris Trepanier might have a concussion after that impact with the ring post!

 

The fans let out a loud cheer as Aecas counters Trepanier?s Pedigree attempt and a loud cry as Trepanier?s head smashes into the ring post. Aecas looks over at his fallen opponent as Trepanier clutches at his head, Aecas moves towards the ring steps grabbing the top section and hefting it for a moment before hurling it into the ring.

 

Axis: Aecas bringing the steel steps into the ring now.

 

King: What does he think he?s doing? Does he want to end this in a disqualification?

 

Moving across to the fallen Trepanier, Aecas hauls his opponent bodily back to his feet; Aecas looks at his opponent for a moment before grabbing him by the neck and crotch, hoisting him up into the air and holding him there before depositing him through the middle rope and into the ring.

 

Axis: Impressive display of strength by Aecas, Military Pressing his opponent back into the ring!

 

Aecas slides back into the ring, picking up Trepanier once more and Irish Whipping him hard into the corner, Trepanier hits the turnbuckle hard sagging into it as Aecas picks up the stairs, holding them up high as the crowd roars in approval. Lowering the stairs to chest height Aecas turns back to view his opponent and ignoring Eddy Long?s threats of disqualification charges across the ring at his opponent. At the last possible second Chris Trepanier seems to realise where he is and what is happening, using the corner for leverage he gets both boots up and smashes the steel steps into Aecas? face with a crude dropkick.

 

Aecas staggers back as the steel collides with his face, Chris Trepanier rushes out of the corner and jumps up his right foot hitting the steel in a powerful flying kick, knocking Aecas completely off his feet and sending the stairs crashing down onto his head.

 

Axis: Oh my god! What an impact!

 

King: That may have cracked his skull Axis, but how about the quick thinking of Chris Trepanier?

 

Axis: No doubt King, this young man continues to impress here, but I have to wonder what Aecas was thinking, his plan to use those steps backfired on him badly.

 

King: Who knows what that freak thinks about Axis, call the action like you?re supposed to, Trepanier?s going for another cover!

 

ONE!!!!!!

 

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TWO!!!!!!

 

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TWO AND A HALF!!!!!

 

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TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!

 

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KICKOUT!!!!!

 

Axis: How close was that!

 

King: Too close to call Axis, both these men are giving this match their all, and neither one wants to lose.

 

Aecas shoves the steps off of him the steel clattering as it bounces across the ring, he sits up slowly an odd smile on his face, a trickle of blood running from his nose to his mouth, staining his lips and teeth. Trepanier determined to wipe that smile away levels Aecas once more with a savage kick to the face, wasting no time Trepanier moves back into a corner and slowly ascends the turnbuckle. The Canadian superstar checks behind him once before launching himself backwards in the graceful arc of a Moonsault crashing down onto Aecas, but that?s not enough to stop a huge and from wrapping around his throat, Aecas starts to get back to his feet still gripping Chris Trepanier by the throat.

 

Axis: Beautiful Moonsault from the 6?8 Chris Trepanier, but Aecas just shrugged it off!

 

King: Trepanier needs to cut and run before its too late!

 

Aecas throws Trepanier?s right arm over his shoulder as he tightens his grip before heaving Trepanier up into the air, half way up Trepanier wriggles free of Aecas? hold on his throat dropping down behind the bigger man. Trepanier locks his arms around Aecas? waist taking him over in a huge German Suplex and doggedly hanging on. The Canadian superstar lands Aecas on his head and shoulders again and again delivering a total of five rolling German Suplex?s to Aecas, slamming his opponent down and executing a picture perfect bridge after the last Suplex.

 

ONE!!!!!

 

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TWO!!!!

 

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TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!

 

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THRE-NO!!!!!!

 

Aecas kicks out at the last possible second, frustrating Chris Trepanier, the Canadian superstar angrily rolls Aecas over grabbing the big mans right leg and pulling all the way back as far as it can go executing a High Angle Single Leg Boston Crab. Aecas finally shows some registering of pain during the match up crying out in pain and anger, his head shaking violently as Eddy Long asks him if he wants to quit or not. Aecas desperately drags himself towards the ropes stretching himself out wide as Chris Trepanier cranks the hold up another notch wrenching another cry of agony from Aecas.

 

After what seems like an eternity Aecas? hand grasps the bottom rope and Eddy long orders Trepanier to break the hold putting himself between the Canadian superstar and Aecas forcing a break, Aecas starts to use the ropes to pull himself upwards favouring both his back and his right leg. Seeing his opponent starting to rise Chris Trepanier charges Aecas, only for a large hand to slap around his throat once again. Quickly throwing Trepanier?s arm over his shoulder Aecas heaves with all his strength, the pain evident on his face as he further tortures his abused back and leg as he drills Chris Trepanier into the canvas hobbling over to make a cover.

 

Axis: One armed Chokeslam to hell by Aecas!

 

King: He?s got Trepanier covered! One! Two! Three?NO! Trepanier kicked out again! What?s it going to take to end this match!?

 

Axis: I don?t know King, but I have to believe that Aecas is at a serious disadvantage from that Single Leg Crab from Trepanier. We don?t know how much damage that move could have caused.

 

Both Aecas and Chris Trepanier lay on the canvas for a few moments, each trying to collect his thoughts before they slowly fight their way back up to their feet, Aecas wraps his arms around Trepanier?s head trying for a Diamond Cutter, but the Canadian superstar pushes him away. Aecas rebounds off the ropes still favouring his leg only to be trapped in a waist lock by Chris Trepanier, who wastes no time in heaving Aecas off the ground and spinning him around 360 degrees with a huge Belly to Belly Side Slam.

Trepanier moves towards the nearest turnbuckle slowly starting to climb up the ropes, as Trepanier stands on the top turnbuckle Aecas, pulls himself up enough to yank the ropes causing Trepanier to crotch himself on the top rope. As Trepanier clutches at his crotch Aecas slowly moves into the corner, turning Trepanier around slowly until he is looking into the ring. Aecas climbs doggedly up the corner planting his feet on the second rope as he hooks one of Chris Trepanier?s arms around his neck as he wraps his left arm around his opponent?s neck in return. Aecas pauses for a moment before lifting Trepanier slowly off of the top rope, holding him immobile in the air for several long seconds before dropping his opponent straight down bouncing his head off the canvas with a Brainbuster, floating over and hooking a leg.

 

ONE!!!!

 

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TWO!!!!

 

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TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!

 

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TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!

 

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THREEEEEE-NO!!!!!!

 

Axis: Chris Trepanier kicked out! He kicked out of that huge Brainbuster off the top!

 

King: If Aecas can produce something big in the next few minutes this match is as good as over.

 

Getting painfully back to his feet Aecas drags the groggy Canadian up with him, Aecas whips Trepanier into the far corner shaking the ring with the impact. Aecas pauses at the far side of the ring before charging across the length of the squared circle, his charge ending in a huge GORE smashing Chris Trepanier into the corner.

 

Axis: GORE! GORE! GORE!

 

King: He?s not finished there Axis!

 

The Canadian superstar slumps down into a sitting position in the corner, clutching at his ribs from the huge spear that crushed him into the turnbuckles, Aecas moves to sit on the top turnbuckle facing into the ring. The Black Angel leans down hooking his fingers into the bottom of Trepanier?s mask and dragging his opponent up slowly. As soon as Aecas has Trepanier in a standing position he grabs his opponents arms pulling them behind him before locking them into a Full Nelson hold with his legs. Chris Trepanier starts to struggle as realisation dawns onto him, but it is far too late.

 

Aecas pushes off of the turnbuckle forcing Chris Trepanier to fall forwards landing on the side of his head with all Aecas? weight on top of him as the Black Angel grabs Trepanier?s arms and pulls back stretching the Canadian superstars back, arms and neck. Eddy Long starts asking Chris Trepanier if he wants to give up, Trepanier screams in agony as his body is stretched in ways it was not meant to be, he violently shakes his head as Eddy asks him. Aecas hears Trepanier?s repeated refusal to give up and slowly pulls back on his opponents arms doubling the pressure and making Trepanier scream anew finally nodding his head to Eddy long as it feels as if his arms are being torn from their sockets.

 

Axis: That?s it! Chris Trepanier is giving up to the Wings of Fire!

 

DING! DING! DING!!!!!

 

Adema?s ?Immortal? blasts through the speakers once again as the fans erupt in deafening cheers; Aecas keeps the hold applied for a moment longer before releasing Chris Trepanier from the Wings of Fire.

 

Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match by submission. The Black Angel?.Aecas!

 

Aecas stands up slowly throwing his arms out and yelling to the crowd in a pose of victory before slowly exiting the ring and making his way back up the ramp the chants of the fans ringing in his ears and a bloody smile printed on his face. As he walks he looks directly at one of the cameras, staring into the lense before raising a single finger.

 

?That?s the first person to be burned by my Wings of Fire, but it will not be the last??

 

Turning away Aecas continues to walk up the ramp still favouring his leg but walking with pride.

[Guest Thoth]

The fans in the arena are almost silent as they recover from what they have just witnessed. Some of them stare blankly at the SmarkTron, others mumble amongst themselves. The crowd doesn?t quite know what just happened and are not sure how to react to it.

 

Axis: Well, I?m not exactly sure what to make of that, King.

 

King: I am! That means that damned Va?aiga wont be able to fight in this match! You just can?t attack innocent company workers like that without a reason. There ought to be a law...

 

Axis: There is actually. I believe its called Assault and Battery. Anyways ladies and gentlemen, we?re back with SJL Wrath, and it appears that one of the wrestlers involved in our main event won?t be attending the match. Just moments ago, Va?aiga just completely lost it and brutally attacked Ben Hardy and was hauled off by the police, so I believe its safe to say that he wont be competing in this match for the number one contendership to Crow?s World title.

 

King: This certainly changes things, Axis. The people involved in this match are going to have to adjust their strategy going into this match now. They?ve got to take into account not having to deal with the dumbass that is The Maori Badass!

 

Axis: If by dumbass, you mean badass, then I?d be entitled to agree with you. Removing the odds on favorite from this match is definitely going to shake things up! I?m not sure what the official verdict on this match is going to be, but there?s a group of officials discussing it right in front of us at ringside so they?ll be making the final call.

 

The group of around five to six SJL officials deliberate on what to do with the match, seeing that one of the competitors is no longer able to participate. The mixed group of men, some wearing referee shirts and some wearing suits, shout and yell as they huddle together, the crowd eagerly awaiting the decision. Finally the officials calm down and call Funyon into their little group and inform him of their decision. All heads nod in agreement and Funyon steps into the ring, his polyester suit making a loud screeching noise as he moves.

 

Funyon makes a quick check with the officials outside the ring to get his story completely straight, and then nods and pulls the mic to his face. ?Ladies and gentlemen! As a result of Va?aiga?s excessively brutal attack on *snicker* Ben Hardy, this bout will now be a No Disqualifications TRIPLE THREAT match for the number one contendership to the World Championship!? The crowd is exceptionally displeased upon hearing that their favorite Maori will not be competing, leaving the match filled with some of the most evil and wicked men in wrestling.

 

Axis: Whoa! This definitely changes things here! Va?aiga was the one man in this match who the fans actually liked, and now he?s out of the contest! With Va?aiga gone, the fans can expect literally ANYTHING to happen in this match!

 

King: Yeah, like somebody actually deserving winning.

 

Funyon raises the mic and speaks again ?Introducing first... he weighs in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds... from Denver, Colorado... MAAANSOOON!!?

 

The house lights fade into utter darkness and the house is rocked by the dark sounds of ?Hate Song? by The Haunted. The fans recognize the song and immediately begin to boo as they are momentarily illuminated by flashing red lights. The maddening scene is made only worse by the entrance of Manson as he walks out from the back, head down, moving relatively quickly down the ramp. The song lives up to its title, as the fans are inspired to carnally hate Manson without hesitation as he approaches the ring.

 

Axis: That is one angry man. He does not at all look happy to be here, King.

 

King: You?d be angry too if the fans have done nothing but disrespect you throughout your entire career. If everything you?d ever done has been looked back on and blown off as a flash in the pan. This man actually trained in the Hart Dungeon, Axis! He deserves a little freakin? respect! He?s got a reason to be pissed.

 

Axis: You?re right about that, King. Also his losses to ?Canadian Thunder? Chris Trepanier and Crow cant help to improve his mood.

 

Ignoring the crowd and rolling into the ring, Manson takes a brief look at the crowd who hates him so. Ignoring their scoffs, the man who simply personifies hate walks to the far-left corner of the ring and sits down, leaning against the turnbuckles. Staring intently at the entrance, Manson?s eyes never falter as Funyon announces begins to speak. ?And next... he weighs in tonight at two hundred and eighty pounds... hailing from Astrakhan, Russia... he is the Smarks Junior League?s European Champion... he is ?The Red Rage? Viktor TARAKAAANOOOV!!?

 

 

*TAAAAAAAAAA!!*

 

 

*KABOOM!!*

 

 

The opening chord of the ?Soviet National Anthem? accompanied by an enormous blast of red pyrotechnics shakes the Alliant Energy Center. The fans immediately recognize the entrance and begin to boo even before the wrestler emerges. The lyrics of the song start and Viktor Tarakanov emerges from the backstage area through the curtain. He has a wicked grin on his face as he marches down the ramp with the European title around his waist. Holding and squeezing his wrists, Viktor checks to see if his wrist tape is sufficiently tight, not wanting to enter this match unprepared.

 

Viktor walks up the ring steps and then pauses before removing his title belt and holding it high in the air. The crowd boos heavily as the sneering Tarakanov wipes his off his feet on the apron and then steps inside the ring, handing the belt to the referee who tosses it to an official at ringside. ?The Red Rage? catches a glimpse of Manson, who watches him intently and the two stare at each other for a long moment before Viktor walks over to the corner to await the other opponent.

 

King: Look at how proud he is with that belt! He?s a true champion and he deserves that belt!

 

Axis: What are you talking about? Without Leo Breslin?s interference, Tarakanov would have never gotten that belt!

 

King: I resent that! If ever a title was won honestly, it was just last week by Viktor. That is one of the most honest men I have ever met; a model American.

 

Axis: He?s from Russia, King.

 

Viktor?s music fades and Funyon speaks again, wary of both men in the ring. ?And the final opponent... he weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds... hailing from Hollywood, California... he is ?Hollywood? Spike JEEENKIIINS!!? the crowd hears the name and begins to boo loudly for the least popular man in the SJL.

 

Reveille?s ?Look at Me Now? hits the speakers and the arena is engulfed in multicolored lights. The fans boo even louder as Spike Jenkins emerges from the back, accompanied by the sultry Goth Goddess Natasha. Spike walks begins to walk down the ramp, unaware of the hatred of the crowd as Natasha clings to his leather jacketed arm. Ignoring the noise coming from all the fans in attendance, Spike and Natasha continue to walk down the entranceway, until they reach the ring. Natasha ascends the ring steps with a click-click of her high-heeled shoes and walks along the apron and sits on the second rope, allowing Jenkins an easier passage through it. The fans boo at their sickening display of affection.

 

Axis: Even after a break, the fans never forget how much they hate Spike Jenkins.

 

King: How can you possibly hate someone THAT charming? Honestly? It just can?t be done, EVERYONE loves Spike Jenkins!

 

Axis: Except for the twenty thousand fans in attendance and the millions of fans watching on TV.

 

King: Yeah... except for them. But besides those losers, EVERYONE loves Spike Jenkins!

 

Spike steps through the ropes and Natasha follows close behind. They walk to the middle of the ring and Spike stands with his legs casually spread apart, signaling for Natasha to come near. As she does, with a sly look playing around her black lips, she gets on her knees and walks towards him on her knees. As her head comes dangerously close to Spike?s crotch, she turns around and faces the same direction as Spike. ?Hollywood? holds out his arms as if to ask ?Could it get any better?? The fans boo their pose and the couple stand happily smiling, before embracing in an over-embellished kiss. The fans simply can?t stand it anymore as Natasha removes Spike?s leather jacket after they kiss.

 

 

DING!! DING!! DING!!

 

 

As the bell rings, Viktor charges forward at Jenkins who hasn?t even the time to wave goodbye to his girlfriend who escapes the ring just in time. Spike turns around only to catch a huge spear to the gut by Tarakanov. The spear sends Spike to the ground and Viktor straddles him and berates his head with a quick series of rapid-fire punches, dazing the usually dazed Jenkins. ?The Red Rage? quickly hooks Spike?s leg and makes a quick pin attempt.

 

 

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~2~

 

 

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The count is broken up by a boot from Manson who quickly and wisely backs away from Viktor and Spike. Tapping his head before bailing out of the ring, Manson shows that he is going to be playing a mental as well as physical game in this match.

 

Axis: The cover on Spike Jenkins by Viktor Tarakanov broken up by Manson. Both Spike and Manson are former world title contenders but the Russian is new to the World title scene.

 

King: Yes, we?ll just have to see how well he holds up against these guys who are used to fighting Va?aiga and Crow on a weekly basis. That?ll make you double tough in no time!

 

Viktor stands up and glares at Manson who simply stands outside, out of the danger zone. Distracted by Manson, Viktor seems to forget that he is standing over top of Spike Jenkins and the sneaky stoner makes Tarakanov remember as he lifts up his arm with a lot of force, smashing his arm into Viktor?s rubles, and then flips the Russian backwards and leans over on his thighs, trying desperately to get a pin.

 

 

~1~

 

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~2~

 

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Viktor powers out of the pinning attempt, sending Spike flying backwards and falling between the second and third ropes to the floor below, and into the waiting clutches of Manson.

 

Manson had been digging under the ring for something to make the No-DQ rule earn its name and had just found a nice Kendo stick as Spike fell to the floor in front of him. Manson can?t help but grin at the situation as he raises up his stick and drives the end of the stick into Spike?s ribs. Jenkins squeals in pain as Manson now raises the stick above his head like a sort of samurai and then slams it down across Jenkins? ribs again. And again. And again. And again and again and again and again. Manson brings the strips of bamboo against human flesh until they snap and the martial arts weapon is rendered useless.

 

Axis: Ouch! Spike just got a Kendo stick broken over his ribs! That?s not gonna feel too good in the morning.

 

King: On the contrary, Axis. I think that?s going to feel grrrrreat in the morning! Maybe he should staple his eyelids shut, burn off his hair, and eat a urinal cake! I bet that would make him feel EVEN BETTER!!

 

Axis: Geez... What?s up with you today?

 

King: I... I stopped drinking coffee.

 

Axis: Uh-oh...

 

Manson is satisfied for now and only throws the broken Kendo stick into Spike?s face before picking him up and rolling him back into the ring. Viktor allowed Manson to have his fun with Spike on the outside, but now his generosity ends. Manson stands up and attempts to get Jenkins to his feet, but Viktor casually walks up behind Manson and grabs his arms around Manson?s midsection. Barely showing any sign of difficulty, Tarakanov lifts Manson and throws him over his head, releasing him in mid-air. Viktor stands up as he awaits the loud thud that is to come as Manson hits the mat...

 

But he doesn?t hear it...

 

A confused Tarakanov turns around to look for Manson and gets caught by a charging Yakuza kick from The Machine. The kick catches Vik unaware and he falls to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Manson pauses to see Tarakanov on the mat and then charges to the ropes and bounces, landing on his Russian midsection with a knee drop. Again Manson pauses before bounding to the ropes and rebounding with a brutal knee drop. After driving his knee into Viktor?s midsection yet again, Manson climbs to the second rope in front of Tarakanov, not catering to the usual need for the turnbuckles, and leaps off, driving yet another knee into the Communist chest of ?The Red Rage?.

 

Axis: Manson is working the midsection on both of his opponents here. That?s smart thinking on his part. Tightening up those abdominal muscles. Both men need the use of all of those muscles in their body to hit their unique offense.

 

King: Yes, Vik needs to have full range of motion to hit all of those immensely powerful strikes and Spike needs to be able to move his chest and midsection to hit those innovated springboard maneuvers that he?s so fond of.

 

Axis: Indeed, tightening up the same muscles on both of his opponents leaves his offense very calculated and accurate. Manson is a tremendous psychological wrestler. If there is one person you don?t want inside your head, it?s a man called Hate Personified.

 

With Tarakanov sufficiently stunned, Manson decides to turn his attention to Spike, who is now starting to rise and escape from his daze. Manson grabs the unsuspecting wrestler by the arm and whips him to the ropes. Jenkins instinctively complies and almost near as instinctively immediately leaps to the second rope and springboards off of it. Spike soars over Manson who decided to charge Jenkins and lands on his feet. Manson turns around, surprised not to see the SJL?s resident stoner in front of him, only to get caught with a quick dropkick, knocking him back into the ropes.

 

Spike gets up quickly and charges at Manson and leaps with another dropkick, but Manson shifts all his weight backwards and flips out of the ring to his feet. Jenkins lands on the mat and looks confusedly as Natasha shouts from the outside. Manson taps his head again and smirks. Jenkins stands and hollers an insult at Manson, who waves him to come outside and back up his trash talk. Without hesitation, Spike leaves the ring and enters into Manson?s territory. The two exchange punches as the fans nearby begin to buzz. Manson quickly dominates hand to hand combat and whips Jenkins hard into the steel steps. The collision of Spike meets steel makes a loud clanging noise as they both stop moving.

 

Axis: Just listen to that impact! Manson is deceptively strong!

 

King: Are you gonna try to pass that off as tendon strength, Axis?

 

Axis: Ummm... I was... but not anymore.

 

Manson grins wide upon seeing Spike lying among the wreckage of the steps. He begins to dig under the ring again and emerges with two trashcan lids. By clanging the two objects together, it is apparent that they are not any sort of a rigged prop. The two metallic disks make a very loud clanging sound and the crowd buzzes loudly in anticipation. Spike just begins to stand and Manson begins to scream for Jenkins to get to his feet. Spike almost stands but falters and falls back to the ground. With a sadistic grin, Manson begins to rhythmically clang the lids together.

 

His pace grows louder as he sees Spike get closer to standing. Jenkins gets to his feet and Manson abruptly stops clanging them together and charges forward. The Machine swings with both cans, hoping to create some cymbal action with Spike?s head, but ?Hollywood? ducks quickly and wraps his arms around Manson?s waist and muscles him into the ring post. Manson rests against the post for a minute, soaking in all of his pain, before Spike charges at Manson with bad intentions. Manson realizes Jenkins? plot and steps to the side, allowing Spike?s head to bounce off the post. The crowd simultaneously winces.

 

King: Oooh that didn?t look too good! I think Spike may have been busted open from that one.

 

Axis: It looks like you?re right, King. I doubt that?ll keep him down though. Spike?s an arrogant little bastard but he?s got some tremendous resolve.

 

King: It?s not arrogance if you can back it up.

 

Axis: How can you back up being ?King of the World??

 

King: I?m sure he?s got a contract or something. Maybe he?s just leasing it until the returns from his medical bills come in.

 

Spike stumbles back from the blow and just as he leans against the guardrail, Manson quickly clotheslines him over top of it. Jenkins is indeed bleeding slightly as the usually reserved Wisconsin crowd, shows their extreme dislike for Spike by throwing their trash and their insults at him as he lies bleeding on the cold concrete. Manson ascends the guardrail and stands shakily on top, waiting patiently for Spike to look in his direction. Jenkins gets to his knees and turns to look at Manson slowly, but out of nowhere charges the rail and shoulderblocks it, causing Manson to lose what little balance he has and crotch himself on the steel. The crowd yells loudly out of their impromptu feeling of Manson?s pain.

 

Manson then falls to the ringside area and holds himself in pain. In the ring, Viktor Tarakanov begins to raise himself after suffering the horrendous knees to his midsection from Manson. ?Hollywood? Spike Jenkins also gets to his feet and decides to take care of his unfinished business with the Russian. Obviously pained, Jenkins climbs slowly over the guardrail and then holds his chest as he rolls into the ring. Spike sucks up his injuries and gets to his feet, approaching Viktor with caution. At ringside, Natasha yells loudly and shrilly to invigorate her slightly bloodied man.

 

Axis: We?ve yet to see Natasha get involved in this match. You?ve got to wonder what kind of a factor she?s going to play in the outcome of this bout.

 

King: We usually see her putting legs on ropes and yanking refs and using her charms to trick the other wrestlers, but she?s been relatively calm tonight. I wonder what brought on the change.

 

Axis: Well this is a big match for Spike and against a lot of dangerous competitors. Maybe Jenkins wants to prove that he can win one for himself.

 

Not knowing where to begin, Jenkins tries to attack Tarakanov using his own hand to hand strategy. Spike charges at Vik and chops him in the chest several times, each time the chops make a wicked slapping sound which causes the crowd to ooh in discomfort. The chops don?t seem to have much of an effect on ?The Red Rage? though. Well, not the desired effect anyways. He does look relatively confused at the weakness of his opponent. Not thinking into it too deep, Viktor rears back and punches the shocked Jenkins hard in the face, which sends him down to the mat holding his face.

 

Lacking hesitation, Viktor drops to the mat as well and begins to punch downward on Spike?s eyebrow. Jenkins is already bleeding, but it was not at Viktor?s hands so he feels it necessary to spout some blood of his own doing. After very few shots, Spike?s eyebrow is busted open and is now bleeding profusely. Not showing much remorse for his wound, Tarakanov rubs his open hand on Spike?s face, causing the lad to scream. ?The Red Rage? stands up and looks to the crowd with a deeply satisfied grin and wipes his handful of blood across his chest. The crowd heavily boos the unnecessary disturbing violence.

 

Axis: That was sick! Tarakanov smearing Spike Jenkins? blood across his chest like warpaint! You hear the fans booing here, King, and rightfully so, but the crowd is more or less indifferent in this match.

 

King: Yeah, these fans wouldn?t know greatness if it jumped up and bit them in the face. These men are some of the best athletes in this company today and the fans barely make a noise for anything they do! Then again, what can you expect? We are in Wisconsin after all. Most of the fans here cant even spell ?Boo?!

 

Spike is creating quite a puddle of blood around him now as he tries desperately to get to his feet. Tarakanov is quite content with the crowd?s reaction to his pummeling of Spike as he turns around slowly for all the fans to see. Jenkins is a mess, his face is now entirely covered in blood with a deep gash easily visible above his eyebrow. With a supreme contentment, Viktor crouches down to pin Spike.

 

 

~1~

 

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~2~

 

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~NO!!~

 

 

The Gothic Diva Natasha put Spike?s foot on the rope at the last second. Remembering all of the trouble in his last match with people?s feet being put on the ropes, this strikes a nerve with Tarakanov. The big Russian springs to his feet and looks over the top rope, yelling loudly at Natasha in Russian. The woman is surprisingly not intimidated by the massive Viktor and talks trash back to him. The pissed Tarakanov is about to climb outside to teach the bitch a lesson when out of nowhere Vik is struck by a chair from behind, Tarakanov crumples to the mat and the attacker, Manson, drops the chair.

 

Axis: MANSON IS UP!! After getting crotched on the STEEL GUARDRAIL, Manson is UP!!

 

King: That?s an injury you STAY down for too! This just goes to show you how deeply Manson wants to succeed.

 

Manson looms over his opponents with a sick sort of smile on his face. Quickly he pulls Spike away from the ropes and from the advice of Natasha and makes the cover on his worse for wear opponent.

 

 

~1~

 

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~2~

 

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~NO!!~

 

 

SPIKE KICKS OUT!! Miraculously, Spike Jenkins finds the strength to kick out of Manson?s pinning attempt! The crowd is still more or less silent at the match, only making noise when a big move is hit or someone is attacked with a weapon.

 

Manson is furious. He sits up on his knees with shock on his face. His hate renewed, Manson stands up and helps Jenkins to his feet by his hair. Perhaps a Stretch Plum will keep him down. Manson prepares to lock in his finishing maneuver but Spike slaps Manson?s arms away and chops him in the chest sharply several times. Suddenly, Spike bounds to the ropes, bounces off the ropes and... rakes Manson in the eye. The crowd was about to start cheering, but are quickly reminded why Spike is booed. Jenkins stands proudly with his arms held out and yells ?I?M THE KING OF THE WORLD!!?

 

Axis: Yeah... there we go. I was waiting for Spike to get cocky. I?ll give him credit though. Even when facing the biggest and most dangerous men in the JL, Spike always finds it in himself to be cocky.

 

King: And that is why Jenkins is a true champion!

 

Axis: Of what? Pissing people off?

 

Natasha claps vigorously as Spike gets back into his cocky swing of things. Manson shakes off the rake to the eye and charges Jenkins wildly. Spike leapfrogs over his back as Manson keeps running into the ropes. Manson bounces back and jumps over Spike?s body and keeps running. Spike stands up and decides he is done with the running game and lifts up his foot sharply and delivers the Last Dance square to the chin of Manson. The crowd boos as Manson falls to the ground holding his jaw. Jenkins then spits out some blood and turns to Viktor Tarakanov, who is just starting to rise after that chairshot.

 

Spike moves to his opponent and chops him several times, forgetting that they had no effect before. They serve their purpose though, as Viktor is now stunned enough for Spike to whip him into the opposite corner, using all the strength he has. Tarakanov hits the corner with a thud and Spike comes right behind him. Jenkins does a front flip and then leaps in the air and attempts to kick Tarakanov in the face, but Viktor simply smacks his airborne body to the side. The crowd chuckles mildly as Spike?s bloodied body hits the mat.

 

Axis: I?m not sure what kind of shape Spike is in to compete right now. He can barely see from all that blood in his eyes, and he has to be ready to pass out from the blood loss.

 

King: The ring technicians are not gonna be too pleased cleaning up this ring after this match. There?s enough blood on that mat to paint a room with!

 

Axis: That?s true. Spike?s a bleeder all right.

 

Viktor moves to capitalize on Spike but is caught by a kick to the midsection by a freshly recovered Manson. As Viktor stands up to try and defend himself, Manson delivers a series of rapid fire chops to his neck, stunning the Russian and backing him up against the ropes. Using a great deal of his strength, Manson charges forward and clotheslines Tarakanov out of the ring, to the ?protective? mats below. A dazed Viktor lies on the mat for but a moment before rising. Seeing Viktor now standing, Manson bounds off the far ropes and runs forward at top speed, leaping over the top rope in a suicide dive taking Tarakanov to the ground.

 

The crowd makes noise for the high-flying move as Manson stands up quickly to inflict further damage on his opponent. The Machine coaxes ?The Red Rage? to his feet and throws a quick punch to his jaw. The punch snaps Viktor out of his daze and causes him to grin at the weak attempt by his opponent to put him down. Tarakanov rears back and throws a punch of his own, which violently connects, but the big Russian is shocked to see that Manson simply took the punch and didn?t go down. Almost pleased that he is facing an opponent who can take a hit, Viktor throws a quick jab to Manson?s face who counters by throwing one of his own. The two engage in a series of rapid punches, causing the crowd to buzz.

 

Axis: Well HERE we go! The match is beginning to pick up again! Manson and Tarakanov exchanging lightning-fast punches on the outside, both men looking for a big victory here tonight!

 

King: This is what I like to see! Two tough guys pounding the crap out of each other! It almost brings a tear to m eye...

 

Axis: Well contain yourself, King. These two aren?t near done!

 

As the two pound each other outside, a very confused and very, very bloody Spike Jenkins has gotten to his feet and is now climbing the turnbuckle. The blood loss is obviously getting to him as what parts of him aren?t covered in blood are almost pitch white. His injury must be affecting his judgment too, as he reaches the top turnbuckle, faces outside by Manson and Viktor and leaps off into the air. Like a graceful, blood-covered swan, Jenkins leaps off and slams down on his opponents. Manson takes the brunt of the blow, catching Spike?s chest on the top of his head.

 

Viktor saw Spike coming and attempted to move out of the way, but was still caught by one of ?Hollywood's? legs. The crowd is now chanting ?HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!? for the sheer carnage they have just witnessed. The three men lie on the ground, battered and beaten. They breathe heavily as the crowd?s chant dies down. Finally, ?The Red Rage? gets up and grabs Spike Jenkins by the ear, severely pissed at him. But before Viktor can teach Spike a lesson, he is struck in the back by one of those trashcan lids from earlier. Tarakanov twirls around to find Natasha holding the lid with a sneer on her face.

 

Axis: Natasha attacking Viktor from behind with that steel garbage can lid!

 

Viktor looks at her, and she looks back. And she knows fear. Viktor looks at her for a moment, debating what to do with her. Then, after a swift crack of his neck, Tarakanov rears back and brings his fist forward with all of his might directly into Natasha?s face! The crowd immediately makes an indistinguishable noise as Natasha hits the ground holding her face in pain, sobbing quietly. Spike hears Natasha crying and immediately snaps out of his haze, throwing firm rights and lefts into the face of Viktor Tarakanov, pushing him backwards. Spike?s crimson face shows how angry he is as he forces Viktor back.

 

Finally stunning him, Jenkins rolls Viktor back in the ring. All of his pent up anger and frustration about to be released, Spike gets Tarakanov to his feet. Spike grabs his arm in front of Viktor?s chest and throws his arm behind his blood-soaked head. The fans even cheer a little bit for Jenkins getting revenge on his opponent for hitting his girlfriend with his finisher. Spike uses all of his strength to lift up Tarakanov as much as he can and then slam (push) him to the mat with the Highlighter! The crowd makes a loud noise upon seeing this. Spike hooks Viktor?s leg for the cover.

 

 

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Axis: SPIKE HIT THE HIGHLIGHTER!! THIS SHOULD BE ALL OVER!!

 

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~2~

 

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King: SPIKE IS THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!! GO SPIKE GOOOO!!

 

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~3-NO!!~

 

 

Somehow, ?The Red Rage? found it in himself to kick out! The crowd gasps as Viktor powers out of the pinning attempt at the last second.

 

Axis: WHAT?! I don?t believe this! Tarakanov just kicked out of Spike Jenkins? Highlighter! That damned woman-beater just kicked out of the Highlighter!

 

King: Ha! GO VIK GOOOO!!

 

Spike?s shocked face is dripping red. Jenkins cannot believe that Tarakanov kicked out of the Highlighter. Spike then struggles and crawls to the corner. Viktor is beginning to stand up as is everyone else involved with the match. Out of nowhere the crowd explodes into a mega-pop as the Maori Badass comes sprinting down the ramp, a steel chair clutched in his hand.

 

Axis: THAT?S VA?AIGA!! THE MAORI BADASS IS HERE!!

 

He reaches the bottom of the ramp and spies a heavily dazed Manson.

 

 

*THWACK!!*

 

 

Down goes Manson! The crowd cheers like mad!

 

King: WHAT?!

 

Va?aiga sees Natasha with a bloody nose and a LOT of run mascara.

 

 

*THWACK!!*

 

 

Down goes Natasha! The fans are about to explode!

 

 

Va?aiga looks at the ring and sees Spike climbing up the turnbuckles and...

 

 

*THWACK!!*

 

 

Down goes Spike in a heap in the middle of the ring. The fans pop like there?s no tomorrow!

 

 

Va?aiga rolls into the ring and sees Viktor standing in the middle, poised and ready to fend off The Maori Badass with a chair of his own. Va?aiga stops, looks at ?The Red Rage?... and nods. Tarakanov looks pleased at this sight and nods back as if to say ?Thank you?... before clobbering the unsuspecting Va?aiga in the head with his chair. The policemen who dragged Va?aiga off of Ben Hardy earlier run out from the back and grab the fallen New Zealander. He resists even after being hit in the head with a steel chair, and it takes about twelve police officers to restrain him. They finally wrestle him out of the ring and as they haul him up the ramp he begins to shout ?MY HOUSE!! MY HOUSE!! MY HOUSE!!? at the top of his lungs, to the incredible delight of the crowd.

 

Axis: What the hell is going on here? Va?aiga just charged in, hit everyone in sight with a chair and then got hauled away again! Why didn?t he hit Tarakanov with the chair? He found time to hit everyone else!

 

King: It?s because Va?aiga is afraid of Viktor! That pansy-ass Island boy couldn?t hold a candle against ?The Red Rage?! I mean, just look at what the chairshot from Tarakanov did!

 

Axis: I think it was more out of respect than fear, King. Maybe Va?aiga wants Viktor to win so that somewhere down the line they can fight again. I?m thinking that the Maori Badass wants to see how Tarakanov fights when it really counts.

 

Tarakanov is displeased after seeing someone assist him with yet another big win, but he decides that the chairshot was sufficient enough revenge for now. The crowd?s attention still on Va?aiga, Tarakanov grabs the fallen Spike, and helps him to his feet. Viktor shoves Spike?s head in between his legs and then flips him up onto his shoulder. Holding him there for a minute for the crowd to focus its attention on the ring. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Viktor flips Jenkins forward, slamming his body face first on the mat with a sickening thud. The crowd both gasps and winces upon seeing Viktor?s new finisher, the Bolshevik Revolution. With a sort of calm smile on his face, Tarakanov makes the pin.

 

 

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Axis: That was the Bolshevik Revolution! Tarakanov?s new finishing maneuver just put Spike down for good!

 

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~2~

 

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King: Good GOD that looked like it hurt!

 

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~3~

 

DING!! DING!! DING!!

 

 

The crowd explodes in boos as Viktor Tarakanov calmly gets off of his opponent and stands in the ring grinning. Funyon pipes up as the ref approaches Viktor and holds his arm high in the air. ?Here is your winner... and the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER for the WORLD Title... ?The Red Rage? Viktor TARAKAAAANOOOOV!!?

 

The ?Soviet National Anthem? starts up and Viktor yanks his arm away from the referee, threatening him. He leaves the ring and holds his arm high in the air with his index finger raised, showing everyone that he is number one. The crowd uses the finger as a lighting rod for their hatred as they boo him at an alarming volume. Walking towards the ramp, a bleeding Manson desperately grabs his leg, prompting the new number one contender to the World Championship to brutally drop his knee into Manson?s midsection. Suddenly an official rushes up and gives Viktor his European belt back. He?d forgotten about it...

 

Axis: This was an INCREDIBLE match, folks! We?ve seen the European Champion, Viktor Tarakanov, beat both Spike Jenkins and Manson to gain the number one contendership to the World title. Both Manson and Spike went through hell and high water in this match and both men fell JUST short of achieving the win.

 

King: What about that damned Va?aiga? Running in and muddling everything for Viktor!

 

Axis: Yeah, Viktor won the match, but not without a little assistance from the Maori Badass! Va?aiga ran in, hit EVERYONE with a chair, and then neglected to hit Viktor with it. Though the Communist wasn?t as kind to Va?aiga, bashing his skull with his own chair before the cops dragged Va?aiga off from whence he came! We hoped you enjoyed yourself, ladies and gentlemen, and we hope to see you next week! Thank you for watching SJL WRATH!!

 

Viktor Tarakanov walks backwards towards the curtain, holding his arms up. One with the European Title belt, the other with his index finger raised high in the air. The fans boo the number one contender to the World Title as SJL Wrath fades from the screen, replaced by the SJL closing graphic.

 

*Smartmarks Junior Leagues © 2003*

 

*Fade*

[Guest Thoth]

About the rampant question marks:

 

You saw a lot of ? in the card today.

 

This is because you are using quotation marks or ellipses that are not standard... like, they curve. Umm, int he future, try to use characters which are friendly.

 

I am on a Mac, and it's tedious for me to edit every match my hand, even with Find/Replace.

 

At any rate, good show, no double no-shows... but the main event could have had more writers.

 

Crimson forthcoming.