SJL Wrath 6-1-03

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Pre-show…

A man in a black leather jacket, black t-shirt, jeans and boots sits in a darkened corner of a hallway, deep in the bowels of the Staples Center, the site of tonight's SJL Wrath. His long black hair drapes over his face, and a few seconds pass, before his gravelly voice is heard…

"Spike Jenkins… The self-appointed King of the World."

Manson raises his hand, and runs it through his hair.

"Tonight, we face each other in one of the most brutal matches in wrestling history. Concocted by madmen and perfected by masochists, we meet in none other than a street fight."

Manson pauses to take a breath, thinking over the stipulation.

"But I must ask… why in the world did you ask for this? To receive another loss at the hands of The Machine? … Anyway, because the battle isn't all there is, I would've preferred a night off, to be honest. In times of distress, sometimes you just need a break from it all. To keep from snapping. To keep… from… losing control!"

Manson pauses again, gathering himself, before continuing.

"But if you really want this, then you got it. It works for me either way. Spike, tonight, I'll prove that I’m the worst parts of you and of humanity itself. You'll experience the pain and hate that I feel first-hand, as I stain the mat with your blood. And please keep in mind that if your little slut Natasha gets involved and makes things difficult, I'll smack her down like the bitch that she is. Because as the slogan goes... Hate isn't just a gimmick. It's a mother FUCKING lifestyle."

The smiling and laughing facade of Manson is shown, as the picture fades away and the SJL Wrath intro begins.

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Axis: Once again welcome to SJL Wrath! I'm Axis here with Suicide King as we get ready for our first match here in the Staples Center!

King: Yet another new addition to the SJL roster makes his debut tonight. Where do they find all these guys!

Axis: I don't know, King, but here comes some new talent, "The Rebel" Shawn Tybalt.

The lights on the entrance ramp turn red and the mic goes suddenly quiet, before a voice is heard saying, "Peace? I hate the word. As I hate hell, all these fans, and thee."

Black smoke floods out of the backstage area as "Whatever" by the Butthole Surfers cues up. Shawn Tybalt emerges from the smoke, with Dangeress only a step behind him.

FUNYON: Now entering the arena, accompanied by Dangeress, from the Quad Cities, weighing in at 219 lbs., he's "The Rebel", Shawn TYBALT!!!

Tybalt rolls in to the ring as Dangeress starst up the stairs. Tybalt stomps across the ring, climbs the far turnbuckle, then throws a couple of crotch chops at the crowd. The audience's reaction to Tybalt almost immediately turns negative.

Axis: Tybalt is definitely not playing to the crowd is he? With that opening and those chops, he really seems out to turn the fans against him.

King: What are you talking about? The boy's got definite style. If he's half as good at wrestling as he is as entering the ring, that kid's going places.

The lights slowly fade to black as "Legion of Doom" cues up. The crowd goes insane as a wall of fire flares up on the stage. Out of the fire strides Cassius Atkinson, with Dominator right at his heels. Cassius slowly walks down to the ring and climbs the ring steps.

FUNYON: Being accompanied by Dominator, from Tyler, Texas, weighing in at 256 lbs., Cassius ATKINSON!!!!

Cassius is climbing each turnbuckle and playing up to the fans as the crowd is going crazy.

Axis: All though Cassius has yet to win a match here in SJL, the fans are really in love with him.

King: Once again proving the fans have no taste. I hope this Rebel kid ties him in knots.

Dominator moves over to the annouce table, taking the third seat and grabbing headphones.

Axis: It looks like Dominator will be joining us here at ringside, King.

Referee Anthony Michael Hall signals for the bell, and the match is ON!

Shawn Tybalt and Cassius Atkinson slowly circle one another and stare each other down in the middle of the ring. Slowly, the two men lock up. Cassius has the immediate advantage, over powering the much smaller Tybalt.

Axis: Cassius Atkinson has a good thirty pounds of pure muscle over Tybalt. That wasn't a very smart move by the rookie.

Dominator: This little punk doesn't stand a chance against dad.

Atkinson slowly pushes Tybalt down to the mat, but Tybalt hops in to the air. He flips his body upwards, hitting Cassius with a dropkick. Atkinson stumbles backwards, breaking the lock-up.

King: Watch out for this kid, Axis. I think he knows what he's doing.

Tybalt quickly runs past Atkinson, and rebounds off the ropes behind the older man. Tybalt leaps in to the air behind Cassius, grabbing him from behind and pulling him down in to the Bulldog.

Cassius is down on the mat, and Tybalt immediately tries to lock in an anklelock. Cassius quickly struggles, keeping Tybalt from getting a good grip on the leg. Cassius slowly leverages himself over, and pushes Tybalt away from him.

Atkinson climbs back to his feet, but Tybalt runs and hits the ropes again. Tybalt charges Cassius with his entire body, but Atkinson sidesteps, sticking his arm out to hit Tybalt with the clothesline. Tybalt goes down, sliding across the mat.

Cassius beckons for Tybalt to get up. Tybalt makes his way back to his feet, but Atkinson is already charging him. Atkinson leaps in to the air, driving his elbow in to Tybalt in mid-flight. Tybalt goes down to the mat once again from the blow.

Cassius grabs Tybalt by the head and pulls him back up to his feet. Cassius pulls Tybalt's head down to his chest and begins laying brutal elbows in to the back of Tybalt's skull. One hit causes Tybalt to stumble, the next causes his knees to weaken, and the third elbow knocks Tybalt to his hands and knees. Cassius locks his fists and brings his hands down in a double axe handle, which lays Tybalt down on the mat again.

Axis: It looks like Shawn Tybalt is in trouble in this match-up.

Dominator: Dad's going to give him the what for. Cassius Atkinson was once the champion, and he will be again, damn it!

King: Just wait, Axis. The kid ain't finished yet.

Dangeress climbs up on to the apron and begins to make lewd gestures at Anthony Michael Hall and Cassius Atkinson. Hall stops to get her off the apron, while Cassius starts pulling Tybalt back up to his feet. When he has Tybalt up on one knee, Tybalt swings his arms right up in to Cassius's crotch. Atkinson clutches his privates and falls to the mat. Tybalt raises his arms and smiles.

King: That's what I'm talking about, Axis. The kid has some amazing ring presence.

Axis: That was a blatant low blow, King.

King: But it's only wrong if he gets caught.

Dominator: Damn that little piss ant Tybalt!

King: Hope you didn't want any brothers there, Dominator.

Dangeress climbs down from the ring apron as Tybalt grabs Atkinson's right leg, lifts it up, and slams it knee first in to the mat. Tybalt then locks his hands and arms around Atkinson's right ankle and begins to twist. Tybalt's got the anklelock locked in.

Atkinson struggles and muscles his leg back to the mat, then slowly begins to push himself up. He moves his top half close enough to Tybalt that he can start laying in some stiff right hands. Tybalt breaks the hold and backs away as Atkinson gets back to his feet.

King: Good ring work by Shawn Tybalt. He's really started to work that right leg of Atkinson's.

Dominator: It doesn't matter. Dad'll give him the 1-2-3 soon enough.

The two men stare each other down again. Cassius tries to lay in with several right hands, but Tybalt sidesteps Cassius's first blow, and blocks the other hit with his left arm. Tybalt spins sideways and lays a crescent kick right in to Atkinson's chest. Atkinson staggers back in to ropes. Tybalt charges at Atkinson, but Cassius steps to the side, then pushes Tybalt as he nears the ropes. Tybalt flies over the ropes, and tumbles out of the ring to the mat below.

Hall begins the ten-count. ONE! Tybalt rolls as he lands and is almost immediately back on his feet. Tybalt smirks and cross chops his crotch at Atkinson. TWO! Atkinson points at Tybalt, then shakes his head no.

Dominator: That's just about enough!

THREE! Dominator leaps from the announce table and charges Tybalt, hitting him with a brutal clothesline from behind. FOUR! Suddenly, Dangeress leaps up to the ring ropes, then springs off ring side. She wraps her legs around Dominator as she lands, whipping him around in a devastating hurracanrana down to the floor. FIVE!

King: That backfired for Dom I do believe.

Axis: Bah Gawd, this match is getting wild now!

SIX! Tybalt dives back in to the ring. Cassius lies in wait, and immediately drops an elbow on the Rebel as he tries to get his feet.

Cassius runs two more elbows in to Tybalt's back and head, before pulling the smaller man back to his feet. Cassius tries to whip Tybalt, but Tybalt reverses it, sending Cassius in to the rope. Cassius rebounds, then dives at Tybalt with an elbow. Tybalt dodges, than shoves the flying Atkinson in to the mat.

Tybalt pulls Cassius up and to his feet, then leans over and pulls Atkinson's right leg up. Tybalt wraps his arm behind the leg, and then rolls around, flipping Atkinson back down to the mat. The Rebel runs to the turnbuckle, climbing it in record time. Tybalt rebounds off the top rope, sticking his leg out in mid-air. He lands directly on Atkinson's knees. Cassius rolls away, clutching his right knee and writhing in pain. Cassius rolls out of the ring, where Dominator is waiting for him to lean on. Anthony Michael Hall begins the ten-count. ONE!

Tybalt pulls himself up the turnbuckle again. TWO! Tybalt leaps in to the air, aiming a cross body at Dominator and Atkinson. THREE! Father and son catch Tybalt. FOUR! They lift Tybalt in to the air, then slam him to the mat for the devastating facebuster! FIVE! Dangeress runs to Tybalt's aid, and leaps at Dominator from behind. SIX! She lands a devastating dropkick on to Dom's back, sending the big man to the floor. Atkinson climbs back to the ropes as Dangeress helps Shawn back to his feet. SEVEN! Tybalt's still a little groggy but Dangeress helps him back in to the ring.

Cassius pulls Tybalt up to his feet, locking his arms around Tybalt's arms in the process. Cassius then drops to the mat, bringing the Rebel down with him in a brutal Double-Arm DDT. Tybalt is out in the middle of the ring. Cassius points to the crowd, than to his elbow, than to Tybalt on the mat.

Axis: Cassius is signalling for the Everlasting Elbow, one of his finishers.

Cassius turns and runs back to the ropes, springboarding off of them. He hops over Tybalt on the rebound, hitting the ropes on the other side. He rebounds again, than drops his elbow down on Tybalt.

But Tybalt throws his knees up! Cassius springs back in pain after dropping on Tybalt's knees. Cassius rolls around on the mat, clutching his chest in pain.

Tybalt kippups to his feet. Tybalt grabs Cassius by the head and pulls him to his feet. The Rebel lifts Atkinson up and over his head, than brings them both down in a vertical suplex. Tybalt rolls his hips and pulls himself to his feet, bringing Atkinson up again. Tybalt pulls Atkinson up straight in to the air again, and takes him down with another vertical suplex. Again Tybalt rolls his hips, and regains his footing. Tybalt lifts Cassius up again, and for a third time, drops him with the vertical suplex. Tybalt drops on to Cassius for the cover and hooks the leg.

ONE....

TWO....

T... NO!

Cassius kicks out. Tybalt can't believe it. Tybalt rolls out of the ring, stomps over to the bellman and shoves him from his seat. Tybalt folds up the chair and heads back to the ring.

Axis: This match isn't no DQ! Is Tybalt trying to get himself disqualified here?

King: No, he's out to show Atkinson why he's called the Rebel!

Cassius regains his feet in the ring as Tybalt comes in with the chair. Anthony Michael Hall runs to the Rebel and tries to pull the chair away from Tybalt. Tybalt won't let go, and Hall struggles to get it away. Hall pulls Tybalt around, exposing his back to Cassius. Atkinson charges Tybalt, landing a spear to his back. Tybalt lets go of the chair with the blow and stumbles over the rope and out of the ring.

Cassius Atkinson grabs the Rebel by his head and pulls Tybalt to his feet, but Tybalt kicks Cassius down low. Cassius gasps in pain and keels over. Tybalt grabs Atkinson's head then jumps backward, bringing Atkinson crashing face first in to the mat.

King: The Thumb Biter! This match is over!

Outside the ring, Dangeress helps Anthony Michael Hall to his feet, than pushes him back in the ring. Tybalt rolls Cassius over and than hooks Atkinson's leg for the cover.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

Shawn Tybalt hops off of Atkinson and in to the air as Hall calls for the bell.

FUNYON: The winner, "The Rebel" Shawn Tybalt!!!!!

"Whatever" starts playing over the loud-speakers, as Dominator charges the ring. Dominator brutally slams in to Tybalt, knocking Tybalt to the mat. Dominator pulls Tybalt up by the head which he pulls between his legs. Dominator hoists Tybalt up and over his head, than powerbombs him to the mat. Dom helps Cassius to his feet and helps him out of the ring as "Legion of Doom" cues up.

Axis: Bah Gawd, Tybalt wins the match, but Dominator made sure he didn't enjoy it. I guess that proves that cheaters never win, King.

King: What are you talking about? Tybalt won the match! Just because Dominator is a sore loser does not subtract anything from Tybalt's great debut here tonight!

Axis: Maybe, King. Up next folks, we're going to have a real slobberknocker!

A six-man battle royal to determine the new #1 Contender for the SJL Television Title! That's next!

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Axis: Now we come to what promises to be a hell of a battle- a battle royal, in fact, for the right to be number 1 contender to the Television Title. Five men, no disqualification, eliminations by going over the top rope and both feet touching the ground. King, who do you pick as your winner?

 

King: In a battle royal, you need wit and skill to prevail, and the only men capable of that here are the Dragon and "the Demon". The rest will probably be too busy playing to the crowd or kissing babies to concentrate on actually wrestling.

 

Axis: Well, we'll see if you're right, King. Let's go over to FUNYON~! for our introductions.

 

Funyon: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is the BATTLE ROYAL for the number one contendership to the SJL Television Title. Introducing first, from Springfield, Illinois, weighting 260lbs., Scott Solllllllllllomon!

 

"My Way" blasts out and Solomon walks quickly to the ring, bouncing off the ropes and rolling his shoulders in anticipation.

 

Axis: Scott Solomon has picked up two good wins so far here in the SJL and must be confident going into this match.

King: Ahahaha! Look at his hair! And that beard! He needs a stylist pronto, Axis!

Axis: I'd like to see you say that to his face.

King: Well I wouldn’t want to use words of more than one syllable.

 

Funyon: From Chicago, Illinois, at 250lbs., Dan "The Phoenix" Callllllllllldwelllllll!

 

"The Phoenix" powers down to the ring to "Guerilla Radio", sliding in and taking off his black robe. He eyes Solomon but neither man goes on the attack.

 

Axis: Caldwell unlucky not to have picked up a victory as yet in the SJL but he has a great chance to put that right tonite.

King: Well, he's big, he's strong, but in a battle royal you have to be quick and you have to be clever, and just look at him, he's punching himself in the head!

 

Funyon: From London, England, weighing 233lbs., the English Draaaaaaaaagooooon!

 

"Land of Hope and Glory" welcomes the Dragon to the arena. Clad in all red tonight, he struts calmly to the ring and wipes his feet on the apron before entering.

 

King: This is the first guy who actually stands a chance. Dragon put in a great debut performance last week!

Axis: Dragon did indeed score a debut win, over the man in the ring Dan Caldwell, albeit slightly tainted…

 

In the ring, Caldwell looks at Dragon with fury, itching for the bell.

 

Funyon: From Newcastle, England, weighing in at 256lbs., "The Final Solution" Johnathan Cllllllllllarke!

 

Clarke strides out to the strains of "Immortal", slapping a few fans hands as he walks down, then sliding into the ring onto all fours.

 

King: Sickening! Look at that preening idiot!

Axis: He's giving the fans what they want King, that’s quite a response he's getting. Everyone loves this guy.

 

In the ring, each of the competitors now occupies one corner.

 

Funyon: And finally, from Boston, MA, weighing 228lbs., Jimmy "The Demon" Liiiiiiiiisssssssstooooon!

 

"Down with the sickness" introduces "The Demon", appearing with arm raised aloft to salute the crowd. Liston walks down to the ring, as we now have our five competitors.

 

 

Axis: Here we go King, the careers of five young men hang in the balance here.

King: Thank god those introductions are over! I was falling asleep!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

We have two referees tonight, each manning an area of the ring to check for eliminations.

 

With a man in each corner, Jimmy stands in the middle of the ring, turning from side to side. No body moves.

 

Axis: No one wants to make the first mistake in a situation like this.

King: Wow, some of them are smarter than I thought!

 

English Dragon turns to Johnathan Clarke, and appears to be trying to convince his fellow Brit of something.

 

King: Yeah! Clarke should help Dragon out!

 

Clarke laughs and shakes his head. Dragon shrugs and turns away…but suddenly swings back with a right hand, knocking Clarke down! Immediately, Dan Caldwell runs over and hits Dragon with a lariat to the back of his head, sending him to the mat. Jimmy Liston and Scott Solomon start to slug it out in the middle of the ring!

 

Axis: We're underway! This is going to get crazy!

 

Liston connects with three big right hands, and whips Solomon off the ropes. As Scott comes off, he grabs him in and brings him over with a stiff powerslam, driving him hard to the mat.

 

Dan Caldwell is on top of the Dragon, throwing heavy punches directly to the face and neck.

 

Jimmy Liston has Solomon up, and hooks Scott's arms back with his own. Liston then drives his head repeatedly and viciously into Solomons!

 

Axis: He calls that the Bloodlust, and it's certainly having an effect on Scott Solomon.

 

Solomon crumples down, but before Liston can go back on the attack he's caught with a powerful Heartseeker super kick from Johnathan Clarke!

 

King: Where did he come from?

Axis: Interactions are going to be fast and unpredictable here. That kick looked like it landed on the chest, almost the heart of "The Demon"!

 

Caldwell brings English Dragon up off the mat, wrapping his arms around him and hooking a leg of the Dragon up. Caldwell snaps violently backward, hurling Dragon over with the T Bone Suplex. Dragon smashes off the canvas, holding his back, but as Caldwell gets to his feet Jonathan Clarke runs over, grasping the head and neck of "The Phoenix" from behind, then diving forward and crushing Dan with a neckbreaker.

 

Solomon and Liston are both up simultaneously, and start to exchange hard knife edge chops. Solomon gains the upper hand, forcing Liston back, but Jimmy pokes Scott directly in the eye, and charges into him! Solomon is bundled forward onto the ropes, Liston trying to force him over the top!

 

Axis: The first elimination attempt of the match!

King: It's about time.

 

Despite Jimmy's efforts, it's too early in the match for such a direct approach, and Solomon just hangs on to the ropes. Jonathan Clarke runs over, grabbing Liston from behind in a waistlock and dragging him off of Solomon, bringing him over with a German Suplex that has Scott writhing in pain.

 

Out of nowhere English Dragon charges at Solomon, trying to take advantage and knock him out, but Solomon ducks and backdrops English Dragon up, and over…but Dragon lands on the apron! Solomon turns and tries to punch him off, but Dragon ducks and drives a shoulder into the midriff of Solomon., who staggers back, and Dragon is able to climb back into the ring.

 

Axis: A narrow escape for the English Dragon.

King: He had it under control.

Axis: Nothing is under control in this match, King. It's a matter of survival instincts right now.

 

Dan Caldwell and Jonanthan Clarke both bring "The Demon" up and start to double team him, whipping him into the corner and going to work with stiff punches and kicks that knock Liston off his feet. Meanwhile, English Dragon staggers Solomon with a flurry of European forearms. Dragon grabs Scott into a headlock, throws his arm over Dragon's neck, grabs the tights and executes a snap suplex.

 

On the mat, Dragon swivels his hips and brings himself and Solomon back up. Dragon maintains his hold and brings Scott over in another suplex. Dragon is about to try and repeat the move, when Dan Caldwell strides over and punches him in the face. Dragon immediately releases his hold on Solomon, and "The Phoenix" brings him to his feet.

 

Axis: Every man in this match is absorbing punishment- there's still no one with a clear advantage.

King: Get Caldwell out! He punched Dragon when he was helpless! Cheat!

 

In the corner, Clarke has Liston up, and strikes him swiftly with one, two, three knee shots to the head, before getting his arm underneath "The Demon" and lifting him up into a scoop slam.

 

"The Phoenix" whips Dragon off the ropes, but Dragon ducks under his forearm, spins round and connects with a superkick to the jaw of Caldwell! Dan hits the deck hard, landing on his back, and Dragon goes straight after him, stepping in with one leg, wrapping Dan's left leg around, spinning round and dropping back, applying the Cross of St George!

 

King: Oh no Dragon, what are you doing! There's no submissions here!

Axis: I think Dragon is letting the issues between "The Phoenix" and himself cloud his judgement!

 

Dragon nods his head in approval as Caldwell shouts in pain…but Scott Solomon is up and runs over, sliding and leaping and driving both feet into the head of Dragon with a basement dropkick. Dragon naturally breaks the hold and Solomon clubs him down as he tries to crawl away.

 

Jonathan Clarke is bringing Liston up, but Jimmy surprises him by grabbing him by the legs and torso and quickly shifting him onto his shoulders, before flipping him over to the mat with a fireman's carry takedown. Liston applies an arm bar as Clarke sits on the mat, but this is swiftly broken up by Dan Caldwell, who comes up behind Liston and wraps his arm about the throat of "The Demon" in a Dragon Sleeper! Jimmy drops the arm of Clarke and is pulled back.

 

Caldwell looks about to drop back and sink in his Phoenix Rising hold, but Scott Solomon now is behind Caldwell. He strikes Caldwell square in the back and Jimmy Liston is able to escape the sleeper, but only staggers forward into the arms of Jonathon Clarke, who kicks him directly in the gut and pulls him between his legs. An arm is underhooked and "The Demon" is brought into the Fisherman's Suplex Single position…before Clarke swings Jimmy up and plants him straight down in a a split-legged pile driver!

 

Axis: Mah gawd! A fisherman's pile driver! What a move! That has got to hurt!

King: Stop talking! There's no time! Look at this!

 

Following his attack to the back of Caldwell, Scott Solomon has got his arms locked under those of "The Phoenix" and hooked him in a full nelson. Scott hoists Caldwell up with the hold, turns to one side and slams Dan down hard!

 

Solomon approaches Jonathan Clarke, but English Dragon has crawled up unnoticed and low blows Solomon! Clarke looks at Dragon as Solomon falls backwards onto the ropes…strides over….looks at Dragon again…and both men leap up with dropkicks…that connect with the jaw and body of Scott Solomon! Solomon is propelled back, over the top rope and onto the floor!

 

Funyon: Scott Solomon has been eliminated!

 

King: Ha! Clarke has seen sense! He knows the Dragon has the best plan!

Axis: I don't think so King. Clarke just saw an opportunity, and he knows you can't pass them by, no matter how they come about. That's one down…Solomon will be bitterly disappointed about that.

 

Solomon glares daggers at Clarke and Dragon from ringside but eventually is convinced to walk away by security.

 

Clarke and Dragon survey the rest of the ring- "The Demon" and "The Phoenix" are both down from those powerful moves. Clarke moves towards Jimmy Liston, but Dragon attacks from behind, knocking Jonathan to the mat with a forearm shot to the back of the head. Dragon starts to beat on his compatriot, stomping the back of "The Extreme Solution" with his boots and then dropping an elbow across the exposed neck of Clarke.

 

Jimmy Liston has crawled to his feet, and helps Dragon in the attack on Clarke. Both men begin kicking Clarke around the chest, stomach and face, working up to quite a frenzy. Suddenly though, both men are dropped to the mat as Dan Caldwell explodes with a double clothesline, catching Dragon across the face and Liston on his chest.

 

Axis: This seems like it might come down to two verses two, Dragon and Liston against Caldwell and Clarke.

King: It makes sense to have an ally…so long as you realise how quickly they will turn on you in an environment such as this.

 

Caldwell goes back on the attack, picking English Dragon up. He brings him in close, wrapping his massive arms round the Dragon…suddenly shouts "I'M GOING TO BREAK YOUR ------ NECK, PUNK!" directly into the ear of English Dragon, and spins Dragon round, planting him with a thunderous belly to belly suplex. Dragon seems to almost bounce back to his feet such is the impact.

 

Axis: We apologise for the language of "The Phoenix"…I think we can all see how much he wants this match.

King: Foul language should be an automatic disqualification!

 

Caldwell is about to go after Dragon again, but is attacked by Jimmy Liston from the side with a flurry of punches. Liston grabs his arm and whips him off the ropes. As Caldwell bounces back, Liston gets side on to him, scoops up the legs of "The Phoenix" and plants him down with a side slam. Liston paces away from Caldwell, urging him to get up. As Dan pulls himself to his feet near the corner, "The Demon" charges in and drives his shoulders into the mid section of Caldwell, spearing him back, but also locks his arms the waist and continues the motion so that Caldwell is driven back fiercely into the turnbuckle.

 

Axis: He calls that "The Hunt" and what an effective manoeuvre that is!

 

Caldwell slumps down as Liston releases him, but Jonathan Clarke is back up and he catches Liston with a stuff lariat. "The Extreme Solution" backs off and waits for Liston to get back up. Clarke charges in and hurls his body into "The Demon"s, catching him with his own spear variation, the Extreme Momentum Stopper! As Clarke gets up though, English Dragon executes a fast spin kick that connects with the chest of Clarke and sends him down.

 

Axis: The pace is still ferocious…attacks coming from all angles and sides.

King: Just throw each other out, dammit!

 

Dragon grabs Clarke by the tights and runs forward, trying to hurl him out, but Clarke grabs the top rope and stops, and the shift in momentum knocks Dragon off and onto his back. Dragon immediately gets back up but Dan Caldwell is behind him, and "The Phoenix" grabs Dragon in a waistlock and swings him over in a high angle german suplex. Dragon lands on his neck right next to Jimmy Liston.

 

Clarke and Caldwell grab Liston up and both send him running into the ropes….as "The Demon" comes back his two opponents grab him by the legs, lifting him high, before both driving him forward powerfully with a double team spinebuster!

 

Clarke brings the Demon up, and beckons for Caldwell to crouch. "The Phoenix" bends down next to the ropes, and Clarke whips Liston towards him with momentum, hoping Dan will be able to backdrop Liston over the top rope and out….but as Liston is thrown onto the back of Caldwell, he wraps his arms and legs around the shoulders of "The Phoenix", catching him in a crucifix type position! The momentum is still there though, and Liston falls backwards, dragging Caldwell with him…both men fly over the top rope, and Caldwell hits the floor!

 

Funyon: Dan Caldwell has been eliminated!

 

Jimmy Liston follows him down!

 

Funyon: Jimmy Liston has-

 

Axis: Wait! He has the top rope!

 

Somehow, Liston was able to hold onto the top rope, and he dangles by one hand, feet inches above the floor.

 

Dan Caldwell looks stunned at his elimination but he too must leave ringside.

 

The crowd urges Clarke to run over and eliminate Liston, but as he starts to move his foot his caught by English Dragon, buying Liston enough time to swing himself precariously back up and into the ring.

 

Axis: Dragon saved Liston!

King: He knows the two of them will be on the same page and can work together to eliminate Clarke.

Axis: So Dragon knows he can't beat Clarke alone?

King: Did I say that? Did I?

 

English Dragon and "The Demon" pick up Clarke, each throwing one of his arms over their neck and snapping him over with a double team suplex! Flat on his back, Clarke is an easy target, and Dragon climbs to the second turnbuckle, perhaps wisely not trusting Liston to place himself in jeopardy on the top, and leaps off, driving his elbow into the throat of Clarke.

 

Liston watches calmly as Dragon brings Clarke up, gathering him in to a headlock in the suplex position. Dragon brings Clarke up and holds him vertically, then swings his legs forwards, bouncing them off the top rope and slingshotting back. Dragon drops and plants Clarke straight down onto his head.

 

Axis: Slingshot brainbuster from the Dragon! And look at Liston going straight after Clarke!

King: Poor Clarke, I hope his family aren't watching…actually I hope they are.

 

"The Demon" drags Clarke off the mat as Dragon now takes his turn to watch. Liston gets underneath Clarke and hoists him up onto his shoulders, hooking his neck and legs back and cinching in the torture rack! Liston grins and shouts as he wrenches the back of Clarke…but there's a sudden movement from Dragon and Liston immediately drops Clarke down to the mat.

 

Axis: Dragon was going to try and push both men out together!

 

Liston points his finger in the face of Dragon and seems to have a few words for him. Dragon swings back and slaps him hard across the face! Liston's head snaps back, but he turns back with such a look of anger that Dragon backs off. Jimmy considers for a moment, but then starts to lay hard punches to the head of Dragon, drawing a pop from the crowd!

 

Dragon fires back with punches and some stiff chops, but "The Demon" grabs his arm and sends him into the corner. Liston charges in and drives his knee into the stomach of the Dragon. Winded, the Englishman drops to a crouch, and Liston brings him out, placing his head between his legs. He grabs Dragon around his body and lifts him up into the powerbomb position….still facing the corner…and then powerbombs Dragon ONTO the top turnbuckle! Dragon's back bounces off hard and he lands on his face! The crowd roars for the decimation of the Dragon!

 

Axis: Mah gawd! Did you see that? Dragon got broken in half! Powerbomb onto that turnbuckle!

King: Jimmy Liston is going to win now, Axis, no question about it!

 

"The Demon" picks up Dragon, who can barely stand, and is about to throw him over the top rope when Dragon just collapses to the mat. Liston tries to get him up again, but notices Jonathan Clarke getting to his feet and drops Dragon back down.

 

Axis: Dragon got lucky there!

King: A great counter by the English Dragon!

Axis: Being semi-conscious is a counter?

 

Liston attacks the still groggy Clarke, smashing his own head into the back of Clarke's just as he straightens up. Jimmy brings the fallen Clarke straight back up, and gets his arm around the neck of "The Extreme Solution", pulling him back into a Dragon Sleeper type position. Liston then grabs the trunks with his free hand, and uses his strength to lift Johnathan up and over with a reverse suplex that drives the exposed face of Clarke into the mat.

 

Jimmy raises his hand to the crowd, getting a mixture of approval and jeers, and prepares to throw Clarke, grabbing him by the tights and hurling him over the top rope! He turns and raises his hand again, but misses Clarke catching the rope and skinning the cat back into the ring.!

 

Axis: Clarke saved himself! And Liston doesn't realise!

King: Turn around Jimmy! Turn around!

 

Clarke runs past Liston, bouncing off the ropes and appearing in front of him! Liston barely has time to look shocked before Clake's clothesline connects and takes him off his feet!

 

Liston gets quickly back up, but Johnathan is ready, and pulls Liston in, applying an inverted facelock. Clarke spins to the left, wrenching Jimmy's neck round and driving him face first into the mat.

 

Axis: That's the Extreme Roller! And Clarke's not finished yet!

King: Somebody stop that extreme idiot!

 

Clarke gathers Liston up, and attempts to force him out, but Liston still has strength left and resists, eventually fighting back with elbows that force Johnathan back. English Dragon pulls himself up using the ropes, and with a burst of energy charges over, grabbing the neck of Clarke from behind and slamming him face down with a bull dog! Liston swings at Dragon, who ducks and leaps up, attempting a dropkick, but Liston swats it aside and Dragon hits the mat hard. Liston picks up Dragon and lifts him onto his shoulder…then takes a few steps back…

 

Axis: He's going to powerslam him over the top rope!

 

Liston runs forward, but Dragon manages to slip down off his shoulder and land on his feet behind. Dragon leaps and connects with a flying forearm that sends Liston back onto the ropes…Dragon moves in for the kill just as "The Extreme Solution" gets back up. Dragon tries to clothesline Liston over the top rope but he hasn't got enough power and Liston doesn’t move. Dragon is about to try again when Johnathan Clarke charges at Liston, aiming to hit his Extreme Momentum Stopper spear again! Dragon sees and pulls down heavily with both hands and all his weight on the top rope on which Liston rests…Clarke crashes his shoulder into Liston, and the rope is low enough for Jimmy to be flipped back…and over and out!

 

Funyon: Jimmy Liston HAS been eliminated!

 

Clarke's momentum almost sends him out too, but the second rope catches him and he rests on it, for a second. Dragon moves over.

 

Axis: Down to one on one, and it’s the two Englishman to fight it out!

King: I told you Dragon would win.

Axis: It's not over…look at Clarke!

 

"The Extreme Solution" has pulled himself up, and is driving his hand into the chest of Dragon with a series of hard knife edge chops. Dragon is clutching at his chest and being forced back towards the ropes…Clarke looks to apply a front face lock on Dragon…who pushes him off and slides out under the bottom rope!

 

Axis: What? You can't do that!

King: He's just taking a breather! There's no law against that!

 

In the ring, Clarke looks disgusted as Dragon stands on the floor on the outside, shaking his head and crouching down, seemingly getting his air back. Clarke moves over the to ropes and shouts at Dragon….who leaps up, clutching a steel chair and smashes it over the exposed head of Clarke! Johnathan collapses back into the ring!

 

Axis: That's disgusting! Dragon dragged a chair from under the ring!

King: There's no disqualification, so he didn’t break any rules!

 

Dragon throws the chair aside and slides back into the ring. He brings Clarke up, placing his head between his legs and hoisting him up into the piledriver position…but lets his body slip down a little and hooks Clarke's dangling arms back with his legs. Dragon throws his body forward, bringing Clarke down face first onto the mat with his version of the Styles Clash, the Dragon Driver!

 

King: Dragon Driver! That's great!

Axis: Clarke in huge trouble now…does he have anything left?

King: No way! It's over!

 

Dragon untangles himself from Clarke and waves to the crowd, drawing a decidedly negative reaction! He kicks Clarke playfully in the stomach a few times and waves again! Dragon picks up "The Extreme Solution" and casually attempts to toss him out…but Clarke in desperation swings back with his left leg and catches Dragon in the groin! Pop from the crowd!

 

King: Low blow! Low blow! Disqualification!

Axis: Dragon gets exactly what he deserves!

 

Dragon falls back onto the mat and Clarke hangs on the top rope, still feeling the effects of the Dragon Driver. Both men manage to right themselves, and move together, exchanging chops that echo through the arena. Clarke wins the battle and whips Dragon off the ropes…Dragon ducks the clothesline, bounces off the ropes and tries his own lariat, which Clarke ducks. Dragon spins to face Clarke, and dodges his foot as Clarke attempts a Heartseeker super kick. Johnathan retains his balance and evades a dropkick attempt from Dragon!

 

Axis: Both men going for everything here but they're so evenly matched that neither man can gain the advantage.

King: Clarke's just getting lucky! He should stop ducking like that, he's not in the Matrix!

 

Clarke tries to get on top of Dragon before he can get back up, subduing his resistance with forearm shots to the back. Clarke pulls Dragon up and manages to him up across his shoulders, Dragon lying on his stomach.

 

Axis: Extreme Horror attempt from Clarke! If he hits this it'll be over!

 

Dragon tries to fight back, wrapping his left arm around the face of Clarke…slipping it around his neck…and managing to pull back a little on the head of Clarke!

 

King: What a counter!

Axis: Bah gawd! Dragon with almost a Dragon Sleeper from on top of Clarke!

 

Clarke staggers, now dangerously near the top rope…but doesn’t drop his opponent…he tries to swing Dragon around but the effort overbalances him from an already precarious postion…Dragon pulls back on his Sleeper attempt and Clarke tumbles over onto the ropes! With Dragon on top of him the weight sends both men over the top and crashing out together to the floor in a heap…was Dragon on top of Clarke?

 

Axis: Both men eliminated! It's over!

King: Dragon won! Dragon won!

Axis: It must be a draw!

King: Who touched the floor first?

Funyon: …

 

Dragon and Clarke pick themselves up slowly on the floor and look dazed and a little confused. Security gets between them, hoping to prevent a brawl, but neither man looks interested in the other, only in the announcement of the winner…our referees consult each other…and whisper to Funyon…

 

Funyon: ….

 

King: C'mon! Dammit!

 

Funyon: Our officials inform me that both feet of…Johnathan Clarke hits the floor before both of the English Dragon….therefore Johnathon Clark is eliminated, and the winner of the match, English Draaaaaaaaaaaggggggoooooon!

 

King: Yes! He deserved it Axis!

Axis: I'm not so sure about that verdict, King! Both men seemed to hit the floor together!

King: What are you trying to say?

Axis: Only that this result should be looked at carefully!

 

English Dragon raises his arms as "Land of Hope and Glory" proclaims his victory. Johnathan Clarke looks shocked as he walks away, shaking his head angrily.

 

Axis: Dragon is our new No 1 contender to the TV title, but he had a huge slice of luck to do it!

[Guest Thoth]

SJL Wrath kicks back into action, a cheer going up as the show returns from commercials, the camera quickly focusing on the commentary duo of Axis and the Suicide King.

 

Axis: “Welcome back fans, we’ve just seem some frantic five-way action from some of the latest recruits to the JL all fighting for a shot at the Television Title, but right now we get to see that very title get defended, Leo Breslin marking his first title defence against Syndicate.”

 

King: “Leo Breslin beat Charlie Matthews a week ago to win that title, which I still say was a fluke, and Syndicate, after earning this shot with a win over Jimmy Liston, fell back to his usual losing form in a tag loss against Grappler and Spike Jenkins. It’s time for Breslin to show the world he deserves that title and that he’s a worthy successor to the Grappler.”

 

Axis: “This is the first of three title defences on tonight’s Wrath, and you know Breslin will be pumped for it, after finally overcoming the seemingly unbeatable Charlie Matthews he’ll be eager to have a long reign with the title, but against Syndicate it’ll be no easy feat.”

 

King: “Bah, Syndicate’s been unable to string two wins together his entire time in the JL so far. He fell short in his first shot at the TV Title against John Duran, and he’ll fall short again tonight, anyone who beat Grappler, fluke or not, will be able to wipe the floor with Syndicate.”

 

Axis: “You continue to count Syndicate out, but he’s more than capable of getting the win here tonight. Winning the Television Championship may be just the thing he needs to start his ascent to JL stardom.”

 

King: “Well we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we.”

 

Without any more delay several blasts of red pyro fire up from across the stage, “Burn to Burn” by Static-X kicking into action to the cheers of the crowd. Syndicate steps through the smoke and sparks as he makes his way to the ring, Funyon beginning the introductions.

 

Funyon: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one-fall, and is for the SJL TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Entering first the challenger, weighing 239lbs from Portland, Oregon, he is SYNDICATE!!!”

 

As Funyon finishes his intro Syndicate slides into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, raising his arms to the cheers of the crowd before hopping down and focusing on the match at hand.

 

Axis: “Syndicate and Breslin have faced once before, that time Breslin getting with submission victory over Syndicate, a feat he’d no doubt like to repeat tonight.”

 

Right on cue “Won't Back Down” by Fuel starts up, a cheer extending from the crowd for the latest in along line of Television Champions. Through the opening riffs the lights go out and sporadic flames shoot up from the stage, until Leo finally emerges from behind the curtain with a determined look on his face and fire in his eyes, Scarlet Minjonet by his side.

 

Funyon: “And now making his way to the ring, weighing 230lbs from Cleveland, Ohio, he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING SJL TELEVISION CHAMPION, LEO BRESLIN!!!”

 

The lights remain off with the exception of two spotlights following Leo and Scarlet as they make their way past the shooting flames and down the ramp, all the way to the ring. Breslin slides under the bottom rope and gets to his feet as Scarlet watches on, a smile on her face. Leo is soon bouncing up and down with athletic leaps, one final set of flames shooting high into the air, accompanied by four new flames from each of the posts as the song ends abruptly and the lighting returns, the champ focusing his attention on Syndicate as he prepares for the match.

 

King: “Well, at least Breslin brought some eye candy out here, now I’ll have something to watch while these two exchange hip tosses and arm drags.”

 

Both Syndicate and Breslin focus on each other, and as referee Kivell signals for the bell both men explode forward, immediately trading blows in the center of the ring!

 

DING DING DING!

 

A cheer goes up from the LA crowd as both men go back and forth with a flurry of punches, but Syndicate’s strength advantage shows through, getting on top and forcing Breslin back onto the ropes, pushing him off and sending him across the ring. Breslin rebounds back as Syndicate looks to clothesline him down, but being a few inches shorter Breslin easily ducks underneath, continuing onto the opposite ropes. Breslin comes back again but this time Syndicate tries a different tactic, looking to stop Breslin in his tracks with a hard boot to the midsection. Breslin’s prepared for this too, however, as he swiftly catches Syndicate’s leg, pulling him in and sending him overhead with a Leg Capture Suplex!

 

Axis: “A picture-perfect suplex from Leo Breslin to kick things off, Syndicate dropped right on his head with a Leg Capture Suplex! If Syndicate isn’t careful to avoid the deadly suplexes of Leo Breslin this could be over quickly.”

 

Syndicate stumbles back to his feet, and Breslin is right on him, rocking Syndicate’s head back with punch after punch, Syndicate slumping back against the ropes in pain. Syndicate doesn’t get even a seconds respite though, Breslin quickly taking him by the arm and looking to whip him across the ring, but Syndicate hangs on, reversing the whip and sending Breslin to the ropes instead! The TV Champ rebounds back, and Syndicate leaps up, looking for a dropkick, but Breslin is prepared, stopping his momentum and letting Syndicate crash back to the mat hard! Breslin looks to take advantage of Syndicate’s error, hopping down and going for a quick cover.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TW… NO, Syndicate kicks out with little difficulty. Breslin isn’t concerned with that though, quickly pulling Syndicate back to his feet and going for another

Irish whip, this time making no mistakes as he sends Syndicate crashing hard into the turnbuckles, Syndicate’s spine jarring against the pads as he stumbles back out, walking right into Breslin’s grasp, who picks him and spins around, slamming Syndicate back to the canvas with a hard spinebuster! Breslin keeps on top, going for another quick pinfall.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

TH… NO, Syndicate still has plenty left in the tank and gets his shoulder up in time.

 

King: “Leo Breslin is showing why he has the Television belt around his waist so far, Breslin in total control of Syndicate to start this match off.”

 

Scarlet Minjonet cheers her man on from ringside as Breslin locks on a headlock, squeezing his arms around the head Syndicate as he brings him up to his feet, moving to the ropes and pushing off. Breslin heads across the ring, and as he bounces back he goes for a clothesline, but this time it’s Syndicate who’s able to avoid it, ducking and letting Breslin continue onto the opposite ropes, and as he comes back again Syndicate is ready for him, hooking his arm and going for a hiptoss! Breslin blocks it though, his lower center of gravity helping him plant his feet and stop Syndicate getting him up. But Syndicate isn’t ready to give up there, driving a knee into the chest cavity of Leo Breslin, forcing the air out of him and stunning him long enough for Syndicate to push Breslin back into the ropes. This time Syndicate has little trouble lifting Breslin up in a hiptoss, in mid-air changing his grasp on Breslin and bringing him down to earth with a neckbreaker, rolling over into a pinning position as Kivell makes the count!

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

THR… NO! Breslin kicks his legs out and forces Syndicate’s weight off himself, getting his shoulders off the canvas.

 

Axis: “Breslin started strong, but you can’t keep someone as talented as Syndicate down for long, hitting the hiptoss neckbreaker, a move he’s become quite adept at using these last few matches.”

 

King: “So what, one fancy move won’t get him anywhere. He better be prepared to back it up if he ever hopes to hold a title in this company.”

 

Syndicate gets to his feet and pauses for just a moment to get his breath back, before reaching down and pulling Breslin up so that he’s doubled over, before firing off a volley of elbow and forearm shots to the back of Breslin’s head and neck, each hard shot sending waves of pain through Breslin’s body, dropping him back to one knee as Syndicate pulls the TV champ into a front facelock, putting him in position for a DDT! Syndicate perhaps misjudges how weakened Leo Breslin is though, as Breslin manages to summon up the energy to wrap his arms around Syndicate’s waist and lift him up and over with a Northern Lights Suplex. The crowd cheers the move as Breslin bridges and pins Syndicate’s shoulders off the mat out of nowhere!

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THR… NOOO! Syndicate twists his body and gets his shoulders off the mat before the three can be counted.

 

Axis: “Just as it looked like Syndicate was getting on top of this contest Breslin stops Syndicate in his tracks, a textbook-perfect Northern Lights Suplex almost stealing the match then and there!”

 

Following the kickout both men start to rise to their feet, and despite having just taken a Breslin suplex Syndicate shows his resilience by getting up almost as quickly as Breslin, desperately making a charge at Breslin looking to retake the advantage. It proves to be a somewhat foolish move however, Breslin stopping him in his tracks with a boot to the stomach, doubling Syndicate over as Breslin pulls him into a standing headscissors. The crowd goes up in expectation of the Breslin Deluxe, and the TV Champ doesn’t dissapoint, lifting Syndicate up to his shoulders and holding him in a crucifix position, before violently slamming Syndicate down on his back with a Razor’s Edge, the impact shaking the ring! Breslin isn’t done there though, immediately grabbing hold of Syndicate’s legs and turning him over, pulling back into a Walls of Jericho to complete the Breslin Deluxe!

 

Axis: “Syndicate’s in trouble now, in the first contest between Leo Breslin and Syndicate Breslin scored the victory with this very move, getting Syndicate to tap out to the Breslin Deluxe! Unless Syndicate finds a way out soon this match could be over the same way!”

 

King: “It’ll serve Syndicate right, when you blindly charge your opponent like that you deserve to be taken out, it’s foolish errors that have cost Syndicate many a match here in the JL, and it looks like it’s going to happen again.”

 

Syndicate yells out in pain as Breslin pulls back with all his might, the legs and lower back of Syndicate in a world of hurt. Syndicate does his best to fight the pain though, desperately reaching forward and crawling inch by inch towards the ring ropes. Fortunately for Syndicate the ropes aren’t far away, but Leo Breslin makes him earn every inch, applying maximum pressure with the hold. For a second Syndicate’s hand wavers over the mat, the crowd increasing in volume as it looks as though Syndicate’s about to tap out!

 

Axis: “Here it is King, he’s going to tap!”

 

Kivell’s right on the spot asking if Syndicate’s want s to give up, but not wanting to give up a shot at the Television Title Syndicate digs deep, reaching out as far as he can and barely clamping his fingers around the bottom rope, drawing a big cheer from the crowd.

 

King: “Well, looks like Syndicate’s go some luck with him this time, but the Breslin Deluxe has already taken a toll on him, with the time Syndicate spent in the hold he’ll definitely be weakened, Syndicate’s a wounded animal and Leo Breslin is on the prowl.”

 

Breslin releases the Walls of Jericho as Kivell begins the five-count, but Breslin lets go almost immediately and moves back, allowing Syndicate to pull himself under the ropes and drop to the floor, limping a bit due to the effects of the Breslin Deluxe.

 

Axis: “Syndicate going to the outside to regroup, and after having been dominated to start this match that may be a wise move, come up with a new gameplan and start again. Leo Breslin is certainly showing his class so far though, he’s showing why he’s the reigning Television Champion.”

 

Syndicate tries to walk off the damage he’s taken so far, but Breslin isn’t about to let Syndicate recover, quickly sliding out to the floor and going after Syndicate again. Breslin comes up behind him, but Syndicate is aware of his presence, and just before Breslin gets to him Syndicate turns, catching Breslin by the arm and sending him head-first into the steel steps!

 

King: “Looks like Syndicate may have some brains after all, suckering Breslin in and throwing him into the ring steps. It’ll take a lot more than that if he hopes to score the win though, Breslin has controlled the contest so far, and his legs may be hurting after that Breslin Deluxe.”

 

Syndicate pauses a moment to stretch his leg out, working out the kinks before dragging Breslin up, putting him onto the ring apron and climbing up with him. Syndicate stands with Breslin in tow, but he isn’t there for long as Syndicate swiftly drops back to the concrete floor, slamming Leo Breslin face first into ring apron with a quickfire DDT! The crowd oooh’s as Breslin holds his face in pain, his nose smacking the edge of the apron hard.

 

Axis: “A DDT on the ring apron, Breslin can’t be feeling well after that one. Breslin was thoroughly in control when they were in the ring, so perhaps this is what Syndicate has to do. A throw into the ring steps, a DDT on the apron, since Breslin has the superior technical skills Syndicate may have to bend the rules in his favour to get back in this.”

 

With Leo Breslin reeling Syndicate looks to capitalise on the situation, shoving Breslin back under the middle rope into the ring. With Breslin down on the mat Syndicate hops onto the turnbuckle and moves to the corner, ascending the turnbuckle in spite of his hurting leg. The crowd goes up at the sight of Syndicate heading to the top rope, cheering in anticipation of what high-risk move is about to take place.

 

Axis: “Syndicate’s far bigger than your average high-flyer, if he hits this could spell big trouble for the champ.”

 

King: “And if he misses it could finish Syndicate for good, Syndicate could very well crash and burn and hand Breslin the match on a sliver platter.”

 

Syndicate stands tall on the top turnbuckle, and quickly throws caution to the wind as he leaps forward, cameras flashing all around the Staples Center as Syndicate flies towards Breslin and drives a big elbow right into his chest with a Top Rope Elbow Drop!! The crowd roars as Syndicate connects big time, flopping on top of a hurting Breslin for the pin!

 

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

THRE… NOOOO!!! Breslin just kicks out in the nick of time, barely before Kivell can count the three!

 

Axis: “What a move from Syndicate! A huge top rope elbow, coming very close to defeating Breslin. Syndicate doesn’t fly very often, but when he does, watch out.”

 

King: “So the high-risk move paid off, but he can’t rest on his laurels. It didn’t score the pin, and unless he can keep the pressure on it could all be for nothing, it’s not over until someone gets the pin.”

 

Syndicate staggers to his feet, before reaching down and pulling Breslin up to a standing position. With the champ woozy Syndicate sends him to the ropes, and on the rebound ducks down and lifts Breslin up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry, setting to drop him down into a facebuster. Syndicate holds Breslin for a moment before swinging him out to drop him face first across his knee. But just before Breslin’s face connects with Syndicate’s extended knee Breslin gets his hands up and grabs Syndicate’s leg, and before Syndicate has a chance to react Breslin twists Syndicate’s leg and pulls him to the mat, wrenching away on the right ankle of Syndicate with an anklelock!

 

Axis: “Syndicate’s leg wasn’t 100% following the Breslin Deluxe, and it’s only going to get worse as Breslin locks on an anklelock! A fantastic reversal from Breslin, once again Breslin’s looking to make Syndicate tap out!”

 

Syndicate screams out in pain as Breslin puts his full body weight into the hold, stretching Syndicate’s leg in ways it’s not meant to be stretched. Syndicate’s predicament only gets worse as he finds himself right in the middle of the ring, the ropes seeming further and further away as the pain increases, the crowd wild as it looks like Breslin’s got the match won! Syndicate isn’t ready to give up though, pushing himself up and making it onto one foot, Breslin still holding his other foot but with the pressure decreased! Hopping on one foot Syndicate turns to face Breslin, before jumping up and going to kick Breslin in the side of the head with an Enziguri… only for the TV Champ to duck and leave Syndicate to crash back to the mat! Breslin drops to one knee and re-applies the anklelock with renewed vigour!! Searing pain shoots up Syndicate’s spine as Breslin rips away at his leg and ankle, Syndicate clawing and tearing at the mat in a desperate attempt to reach the ropes. Luckily the missed enziguri as left him in a better ring position the ropes tantalizingly close as Syndicate reaches forward with all his might.

 

King: “That missed enziguri may have taken the last bit of fight out of Syndicate, he can’t fight the pain forever, Breslin is seconds away from defending the title!”

 

Scarlet Minjonet can be seem clapping for Breslin at ringside as he wrenches away at the hold, but Syndicate knows every second he’s in the hold is detrimental to his title chances and makes a final lunge to the ropes, getting his arm around the rope and bringing about the release of the hold.

 

Axis: “Syndicate escapes once more, but he can’t take much more of these Breslin submission holds, the champ knows Syndicate’s hurting and will do everything in his power to take advantage of that.”

 

Breslin is on his feet, and wastes little time in dragging Syndicate to his feet, taking him to the middle of the ring and hooking both arms for a Double Arm DDT! Syndicate knows the trouble he’s in, and just as Breslin goes to deliver the move Sydnciate stands up tall, lifting Breslin over and dumping him with a backdrop! The TV Champ cringes as his back slams the mat, but there’s no time to worry about that as Syndicate takes him by the arm and pushes him to the ropes, using the spring to send him across the ring. Breslin bounces back, and Syndicate steps forward to catch him around the waist, lifting him up for his Snap Spinebuster! Syndicate get the chmp up, but in mid-air Breslin counters it, getting his arm around the head of Syndicate and spiking him into the mat with an Evenflow DDT! The crowd goes up for the reversal, Breslin hooking the far leg for the cover!!

 

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE… NNOOOOOO!!! Despite the punishment he’s taken Syndicate still has enough left in the tank to kick out, Syndicate’s shoulder lifting just before Kivell’s hand smacks the mat a third time.

 

King: “For a moment it looked as though Syndicate might be making a comeback, but alas Breslin once again has his number, a beautiful Evenflow DDT coming perilously close to getting the pin.”

 

Syndicate is sprawled out on the mat, and Breslin moves to the legs, looking for another submission as he sets Syndicate for a Figure Four! Breslin leans down to get a better grip, and that’s when Syndicate strikes, reaching up and pulling Breslin down in a lightning fast rollup!

 

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE… NNNOOOOOO!!! Breslin kicks out milliseconds before the three, barely recovering after being taken by surprise.

 

Axis: “Wow, Syndicate almost stole the title there, Breslin better not underestimate Syndicate despite beating him from pillar to post so far.”

 

Both men dart back to their feet, but the pain in the leg of Syndicate slows him quite a bit, enough for Breslin to set himself and deliver a dropkick, not to the face but to the knee of Syndicate, buckling him over as Syndicate falls in a heap, clutching his right leg, a look of pain etched across his face.

 

King: “Breslin showing some smarts, Syndicate bad wheel allowing Breslin to get up faster, and he took advantage big time, that dropkick to the knee is one more nail in the coffin of Syndicate.”

 

Breslin stands over his opponent, Syndicate writhing in pain as Breslin reaches down and pulls him up, starting to set him in a pumphandle position, putting his arm between his legs and hooking the other in preparation for a Pumphandle Slam! Breslin powers Syndicate up to his shoulder, but somehow Syndicate has the energy and awareness to slip off the back, shoving Breslin into the ropes from behind, and as he rebounds stopping him with a kick to the midsection and setting for a pumphandle of his own! He locks in the hold as fast as possible, before lifting Breslin up and falling back, drilling him headfirst into the canvas with an Exploder ’98 Suplex!

 

Axis: “Exploder ’98! A huge move from Syndicate, this is his chance to win!”

 

Syndicate limps back to a standing base, and with the crowd going nuts Syndicate brings Breslin up and scoops him upside down, holding in position for a sit-out Tombstone Piledriver, the Vertigo!!

 

King: “No! Breslin’s been in control all match, Syndicate can’t do this!”

 

Axis: “Well he can, and he is! The Exploder and Vertigo is the same combination of moves he used to beat Jimmy Liston to earn this shot, and he’s going to use the same moves to win the title!”

 

Syndicate is about to deliver the move, but the strain starts to show and he just can’t support the weight of Breslin, his leg failing him as he collapses to the mat, the punishment he’s taken just to much for him as Breslin flops to the mat with little impact.

 

King: “I told you he couldn’t do it, Syndicate always finds a way to lose, this time the leg work of Breslin paying up bigitme.”

 

Breslin gets back up, and he gives another few kicks to the leg for Syndicate for good measure, before bringing him to his feet and standing behind him, ducking down and lifting him up in an Electric Chair, setting for his Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex finisher, the Cyclone! Syndicate, completely spent, riddled with pain and knowing the end is about to come, does the only thing he can think of, in a final act of desperation Syndicate falls forward, catching the legs of Leo Breslin and rolling through into a Victory Roll! The crowd goes beserk as Kivell counts the fall!

 

 

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

DING DING DING!

 

Axis: “Yes! Syndicate does it, he wins the Television Championship!”

 

King: “That’s impossible, he was finished!”

 

The crowd is wild with cheers as Syndicate collapses to the mat, Kivell raising his hand as Funyon makes it official.

 

Funyon: “The winner by pinfall, and NEW SJL TELEVISION CHAMPION, SYNDICATE!!!”

 

Axis: “Syndicate, despite being outclassed by Breslin for most of the match gets the win with a Victory Roll out of nowhere, but you know Breslin will definitely bounce back, he hasn’t seen his last title in the JL, that’s for sure. Well if this wasn’t enough, we’ve still got a whole evening of JL action coming up, so STAY TUNED!”

[Guest Thoth]

We return from a commercial break as the camera pans around the rabid fans in the Staples Center, home of the NBA-playoff LOSING Lakers, in Los Angeles, California for Smarks Junior League Wrath! Signs abound as every single one of the twenty-thousand fans try to get on camera, ranging from good (“Hollywood Grapplers = Ratings”) to downright idiotic (“Whres teh WWF LOL”). Finally, the camera zooms around to ringside, where Suicide King and Axis sit, ready to call yet another match.

 

Axis: Welcome back to SJL Wrath, and what a night it’s been so far! Contest after contest of non-stop action, and we’re not even CLOSE to being done.

 

King: You’re right about that, Axis. But right now, it’s time for a fatal four-way elimination match to name a number-one contender for the SJL European Championship, won last week on Metal by Aecas. Not that he deserves the title, or anything. You saw Viktor Tarakanov out there last week…sick as a dog!

 

Axis: Well, whatever the case may be, Aecas faces Tim Dillon for the European Title tonight, and the winner of that match will meet the winner of THIS upcoming contest. Four of the hottest prospects in the SJL, all colliding in one match. On one hand, you have Blazenwing. Fresh off a loss to Crow, and with a change of face and mind, he’s hoping to get on the winner’s track and will do anything to get there.

 

King: Eh, let’s talk about VIKTOR TARAKANOV: The man that should STILL be SJL European Champion. Like I said, he was battling sickness during his cage match. But tonight, he’ll be barreling out of the gate and ready to kick ass, showing the other three guys what Soviet pride is all about.

 

Axis: And then you have John Duran. Duran is also a former European Champion, and he defeated Manson on Wrath by making him submit to the lethal Break Point. A win here could lead him on the road to becoming a two-time European Champion.

 

King: And last, but VERY not least, you have the old school WARRIOR, former Television Champion, Charlie “Grappler” Matthews. What a force this guy is. Not to mention the Hollywood Grapplers are a fantastic team, especially Spike Jenkins. I have a framed 8x10 of him on my wall after he used the Ante Up during my tribute show…damn, now I’m getting choked up.

 

Axis: Well then, let’s get to the match!

 

BAM~! The opening distortions of Drowning Pool’s “Sinner” reverberate off the walls of the Staples Center, and the Los Angeles fans show their disdain for John Duran, the former TV and European Champion. Duran walks to the ring with an intense hatred in his eyes. A fan at ringside throws a LA Lakers jersey at Duran, which he promptly catches and tears up, stomping on it in the aisle, garnering even more jeers.

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is a fatal four-way elimination match to crown the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER to the SJL EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, from Champaign, Illinois, weighing in at 265 pounds, he is JOOOOOHN DURAAAAAAAN!!

 

He walks to the ring and climbs to the apron, entering the ring and walking to the center, raising his arms into the air as he waits for his next opponent.

 

BOOM~!!

 

Red pyro BLASTS on the entryway as the Soviet National Anthem kicks in. The fans are once again relentless in their jeering, but Viktor doesn’t seem to care as he coolly walks down the entrance ramp, checking his wrist tape as he approaches the ringside area.

 

Funyon: Introducing next, from Astrakhan, Russia, weighing in at 280 pounds, this is “THE RED RAGE”, VIKTOOOOOOOR TARAAAAKANOV!!

 

Tarakanov then sneers at the crowd, before walking up the ring steps and wiping his feet on the ring apron, before stepping between the ropes, eyeing John Duran as he walks to a separate turnbuckle.

 

The house lights then dim, and as no music begins to play, the crowd realizes what’s coming up next. A VERY mixed reaction greets the old school warrior as he stands on the top of the stage, adjusting his wrist tape as he begins to walk down the ramp.

 

Funyon: AND…from Kansas City, Missouri, he weighs in at 299 pounds, ladies and gentlemen, Charlie “Grappler” Matthews!!!

 

Realizing that James Matheson is not with him for this fight, most likely due to the bump he took on Metal, the fans begin an even more positive reaction for Charlie Matthews as he slowly walks to the ring and between the ropes. He eyes his competition, before stoically standing in a free corner.

 

"Dead I am the one, Exterminating son

Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze"

 

The crowd begins to jeer as the arena lights go out.

 

"Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry

Devil on your back, I can never die!”

 

Pyro explodes in a fiery fury as “Dragula” continues to blare over the arena.

 

"Dig through the ditches

And Burn through the witches

I slam in the back of my

Dragula!"

 

Finally, appearing on the stage, Blazenwing, without Jen, begins walking to the ring to a very negative reaction from the fans. The arena is completely dark, save for a lone black light illuminating the gothic figure.

 

Funyon: And, from his own personal hell, weighing in at 270 pounds, this…is…BLAZENWING!

 

Blazenwing is seemingly unaware of all of this as he steps through the ropes and stands with his three opponents. Nick Soapdish calls for the bell, signaling the beginning of this match!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The four men tentatively circle each other in the ring, waiting for one another to make the first move. Then, noticing who the largest man in the match is, Blazenwing, Duran, and Tarakanov, all three of whom are no wimps themselves, rush forward at the Grappler, barraging him with fists to all parts of his upper body, forcing him into a corner. The three men continue to use stomps and various punches on the biggest man, but then, showing his disdain for alliances, John Duran blindsides Viktor Tarakanov, sending a punch right into the side of his head. With Viktor momentarily dazed, Duran moves behind him and stands back-to-back with him, before reaching backwards and grabbing his head, and then dropping into a sitting position, sending Viktor’s neck crashing into his shoulder with a neckbreaker.

 

Axis: Well, as John Duran just showed, there are no alliances in this match: every man for himself.

 

King: And notice how they all went after Charlie Matthews at the beginning of this match? That’s because they see HIM as the BIGGEST THREAT! I love it!

 

Meanwhile, with only Blazenwing attacking him now, Grappler is able to free himself from the corner, and he catches his aggressor with a collar-elbow tie up. Matthews, quite easily, grabs the right arm of Blazenwing and twists it, and then pushes it backwards, executing a simple wristlock. While Blazenwing tries to fight out of this, on the other side of the ring, John Duran grabs the arm of the Red Rage and pushes him into the ropes, sending him off with a whip to the opposite side of the ring. Viktor comes bounding back, and Duran catches him with a boot to the midsection. With Tarakanov doubled over, John quickly hooks him in a front facelock and grabs his tights, attempting to give him a vertical suplex. However, Red Rage is able to wrap his leg around Duran’s, stopping the move from being applied. Viktor then breaks out of the facelock and brings his arm down like a club across Duran’s back, stunning him. Viktor then lifts his right leg high into the air, before bringing it down like an axe across the neck of Duran, sending him down to the canvas. While this was going on, Blazenwing was able to twist out of the wristlock and send his extended arm across the throat of Matthews, dropping him to the mat with a clothesline.

 

Axis: Wow, would you look at the action going on in the opening stages of this match! You had Duran get a small upper-hand on Viktor before falling to an axe kick, and Charlie Matthews trying to battle Blazenwing’s brawling style with actual wrestling, and not faring too well.

 

King: Well, that’s just what it is- the opening stages. You really can’t take a guess at who really has the advantage. Quite frankly, one mistake in this match could get you eliminated.

 

The Red Rage reaches down and pulls John Duran by the hair to his feet, but Duran is one step ahead of him, sending his thumb right into the eye of Viktor. With him momentarily blinded, John stands side-to-side with him and reaches across his body, using that arm to lift Tarakanov up into the air, before dropping down to the canvas with a side slam. Before he can do any further damage, Blazenwing is behind him, and the gothic one ducks under Duran’s left arm and grabs his tights, before pulling them and thus lifting him into the air, with John’s head pointing to the mat before dropping him to the canvas with a hard belly-to-back suplex.

 

Axis: If you recall, John Duran and the former “David” Blazenwing were building up quite the rivalry over the Television Championship…this match may rekindle that fire.

 

King: How could I forget? Blazenwing was getting bent out of shape over that. And would you look at that, Charlie Matthews is finally up and moving again. I was getting worried.

 

Charlie Matthews, who has long since recovered from Blazenwing’s attack, sees Tarakanov on the mat and sits down next to him, wrapping his massive arm around his head and squeezing with all of his might. Tarakanov, however, is able to use the ropes to pull himself up to a standing position, albeit with the headlock still applied. He sends his elbow backwards thrice into the abdomen of Charlie Matthews, thus breaking the hold. With Matthews doubled over, Viktor wraps his arms around his torso in a gutwrench position, before falling backwards and flipping Grappler over with a suplex. Immediately after the move is executed, the aggressive Blazenwing attacks Tarakanov with forearms and fists to his large back. Sensing an advantage, Blaze runs to the opposite ropes and comes back at the Red Rage, but it obviously was not enough, as Viktor sends a back fist RIGHT INTO THE FACE of Blazenwing, causing him to fall backwards and onto the mat with impact.

 

Axis: My goodness! Viktor Tarakanov is on a roll in this match, and it might take all three men to stop him.

 

King: All you need to do is see this guy stroke his moustache and laugh maniacally…you’ll have a Russian super villain in the making.

 

Axis: Well, judging by the fans’ reaction here, I’d say he’s a super villain already!

 

Tarakanov stands prominently in the middle of the ring, as Duran, Matthews, and Blazenwing all reach their feet at about the same time. Nodding to each other, they rush at Viktor, sending a flurry of body shots to him, all three men trying to take him down. The Russian truck that Viktor is, however, is able to swat away Duran and Blazenwing momentarily. Charlie Matthews uses this to his advantage, as he wraps his arm around Viktor’s throat and ducks under his right arm, before sweeping his legs out from under him and forcefully driving him to the mat with an STO. Matthews quickly reaches across Viktor’s body and hooks the far leg as Soapdish drops to count the first pin in the match:

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWOOOO!!!!!

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

Axis: Well, it looks like they’re doing the smartest thing: take out the man that appears to be the biggest threat.

 

King: And it’s sound strategy, too. Viktor is like a one-man wrecking crew.

 

Viktor forcefully kicks out and slides out from under Matthews’ body, and as he gets to his feet, he is met by John Duran, who charges at him with his shoulder low, catching him right in the ribcage with a tackle. However, instead of dropping him to the canvas, Duran simply keeps running, until Tarakanov is forcefully driven back-first into the turnbuckle. John then follows this up by driving his right and left fists into various parts of Viktor’s upper body, weakening him with each blow. He moves out of the way, as Charlie Matthews waits in the opposite corner. He then pushes off of the turnbuckle, charging like a freight train until he AVALANCHES Tarakanov in the corner, squashing him against the turnbuckle. Duran and Matthews then nod at each other, before each grabbing an arm of the Red Rage and whipping him out of the corner…

 

RIGHT INTO Blazenwing, who leaps through the air and drives his shoulder into Viktor’s midsection like a missile, spearing him down to the canvas with insane force.

 

Axis: MID-NITRO! MID-NITRO BY BLAZENWING!

 

Feeling a surge of adrenaline, Blazenwing brings Viktor up to his feet by the hair, and then wraps his arm around his head in a facelock, and grabs his tights. With all of his strength, he hoists the Red Rage up into the air in vertical suplex position, before shifting his weight and dropping Tarakanov, following him down and crashing on top of him, making the ring shake!

 

Axis: And THERE is the Veil of Darkness! We may be on the verge of seeing our first elimination!

 

Blazenwing drops onto Tarakanov and hooks the far leg as Soapdish begins to count:

 

ONE!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

*DING*

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, Viktor Tarakanov HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

 

King: I can’t believe it! This guy was a heavy favorite going into this match!

 

There’s no rest for the victorious, however, as Blazenwing is immediately jumped by Duran, with a double axe handle to the back. John then wraps his arms around Blazenwing’s body in a waistlock, and nods at Charlie Matthews, who charges forward, lifting his leg up and sending his boot right into Blazenwing’s face. Immediately after the boot connects, Duran arches backwards and brings Blazenwing over with him, completing the waistlock suplex as Blazenwing falls back on his upper back and neck.

 

King: I love seeing these fickle alliances during multi-man matches. It’s great seeing one guy stab another guy in the back and just twist the knife.

 

Relentless on the attack, Charlie Matthews lifts Blazenwing off of the canvas and stands side-to-side with him, before wrapping his right arm around his body and lifting him up in the air, parallel with the mat, before dropping his back across his outstretched knee in a backbreaker. Grappler keeps Blazenwing in this position, as John Duran pushes off of the ring ropes and sprints forward, and as he approaches Blazenwing, he lifts his left leg into the air, before kicking his other leg out forward, dropping his leg across the throat of Blazenwing and sending him down to the canvas once again.

 

Axis: My God! There’s a backbreaker/leg drop combination!

 

King: This temporary alliance could prove to be very deadly.

 

Charlie Matthews quickly drops down and hooks a leg on Blazenwing, as he feels that he is completely incapacitated. Soapdish drops to count…

 

ONE!!

 

 

TWOOO!!!!

 

 

 

TH- DURAN BREAKS UP THE PIN!!!!!!!!

 

Axis: What the hell was that for? It’s an elimination match!

 

King: I think Duran wants all the glory for himself! I love it!

 

Matthews stands up and immediately gets in the face of John Duran, asking him just what the hell he’s doing. Duran responds to this by shoving Charlie backwards, and Matthews responds by rearing back…and wrapping his arm around Duran’s head, squeezing with a headlock. John spends a moment in the hold, but quickly escapes Grappler’s squeeze and twists his arm behind his back in a hammerlock. To escape this predicament, Charlie ducks low and stands back up, pulling Duran into a fireman’s carry as he rises. Matthews then begins to spin around and around…in the merry-go-round from hell.

 

Axis: Would you look at this! They go from attacking Blazenwing with hard-hitting double team moves to a wrestling sequence, to the dreaded airplane spin!

 

King: These guys are just trying to prove one thing to one another: I’m better than you, and here’s why.

 

Finally, after a dizzying SEVEN rotations, Grappler drops John Duran to the canvas, and tries to reach equilibrium himself. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Blazenwing is slowly recovering from the flurry of double team maneuvers he received. Charlie walks over to Blazenwing, and hoping not to let him recover too much, brings him to his feet and then proceeds to carry him to the middle of the ring, where he wraps his massive arms around his back, clasping his hands together as he squeezes with all of his might in the unstoppable BEARHUG!

 

Axis: And Charlie Matthews welcomes Blazenwing back into the match with the most thrilling maneuver this side of the Boilermaker!

 

King: Stop stealing my thunder! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT’S BEARHUG TIME~!!

 

Charlie Matthews lifts Blazenwing slightly in the air as he applies the hold, as the gothic one gasps for air and for his very survival. However, behind Grappler, Duran is up and somewhat recovered and seeing Blazenwing in the bearhug, John backs into the ropes and propels off of them, charging forward, and at the last second, leaping into the air and sending a forearm right into the head of Blazenwing! Somehow knowing that this would occur, Matthews drops Blazenwing down on his back with a sidewalk slam the minute the forearm connects, as Blazenwing crashes on the canvas.

 

Axis: Shades of the old Hart Foundation, as Matthews and Duran just executed a version of the Hart Attack on Blazenwing!

 

Duran drops down in a lateral press on top of Blazenwing, but to ensure victory, Grappler presses on top of Duran, in a dog pile as Nick Soapdish counts the pin!

 

ONE!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

*DING*

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, Blazenwing HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

 

King: Well, I’ll be damned! It took two men in a dog pile to pin Blazenwing, and now we’re down to John Duran and Charlie Matthews.

 

Axis: Blazenwing was pinned by a total of almost 600 pounds right there!

 

Matthews gets off of John Duran, who in turn gets off of Blazenwing. Matthews and Duran look each other in the eye, and after a few seconds of soaking in the moment, starting throwing punches at each others’ faces in a flurry! Duran gets the upper hand, however, by sending his thumb right into the eye of Charlie Matthews, much like he did at the beginning of the match with Tarakanov. Duran then grabs Matthews’ arm and pushes him off the ropes, to the opposite side. As Grappler comes back, Duran reaches under him with a scoop, before snapping around and bringing Charlie flipping over and to the mat with an amazing powerslam.

 

Axis: Scary strength right there by John Duran, hoisting the nearly-300 pound Charlie Matthews up and over with that powerslam.

 

King: In fact, despite how strong Duran is, I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled a muscle in his back. You could be the strongest person on earth, and a muscle pull could happen at any time. In fact, look at him!

 

Indeed, Duran rolls around the mat, holding his back in pain as Charlie Matthews tries to recover on his own right, and, out of the corner of his eye, sees Duran clutching his back. Grappler uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, and grabbing the doubled-over Duran; he lifts his arm high into the air, and brings it down hard across the back in a clubbing blow…and a second time…and a third. Matthews then wraps his arms around Duran’s body in a gutwrench, before hoisting him up onto his shoulder in Canadian Backbreaker position. Grappler then drops to a knee, jarring Duran’s spine against his shoulder. Hoping to inflict more pain, Matthews stands up with John still in position, and drops to his knee again, causing even more impact on his back! Hearing some members of the crowd yell, “three”, Charlie returns to a standing position and drops down a third time, before forcefully dropping John Duran on his back onto the canvas. Matthews, sensing opportunity, hooks the leg of Duran as Soapdish drops to count:

 

ONE!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR-KICKOUT~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Axis: What an offensive maneuver by Charlie Matthews! I’ve NEVER seen a Canadian Backbreaker executed three times in a row! John Duran’s back must be killing him!

 

King: Yeah, I’ve been on the receiving end of ONE of those before, and it’s bad enough. Now, I’d be very careful if I was Duran, and not try too much risky stuff.

 

Charlie immediately pulls Duran’s head up, so he’s in a sitting position. Grappler then pulls John’s arms backwards, while driving his knee into his upper back in a surfboard submission hold. Duran grimaces in pain as the hold is being applied, as the exact same area is targeted once again. However, sensing how close to the ropes he is, he’s able to slide his lower body, using mostly his legs, closer to the ropes…until his foot catches the bottom rope, forcing the hold to be broken.

 

Axis: Great ring presence there by John Duran, knowing exactly what it would take to escape the submission that could’ve led to his demise.

 

King: Submissions like the surfboard aren’t to be taken lightly; especially if you’ve been working on the back and neck areas for quite some time.

 

Grappler immediately releases the hold, and waits for John Duran to reach his feet. He then grabs his arm and pushes him into the ropes, whipping him off into the opposite side. As John comes back, Charlie slowly lifts his boot into the air, directed at Duran’s face, but John is able to duck under the leg, as he spins Matthews around and sends his fist into the side of his head once…twice…and three times, before lifting under Grappler’s legs and hoisting him sideways, albeit with some struggle, before arching backwards and flipping Matthews over with a fall-away slam. Immediately after the move is executed, Duran stays on the mat, holding his back in pain.

 

Axis: Nicely-executed fall-away slam by John Duran, but you have to admit it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do when your back has been worked over.

 

King: Believe it or not, I agree with you. When you arch backwards executing those types of moves, it does even more to affect your back. Not to mention three Canadian Backbreakers and a surfboard.

 

Both men reach their feet at roughly the same time, with Duran favoring his back. Matthews slowly rears back and throws his fist at John’s face, but Duran once again is able to duck the blow, as he gets behind Charlie and snakes his arms under Grappler’s, before pushing his hands against Matthews’ head, executing a full nelson. Duran applies the pressure as much as he can, trying to suck the life out of the Grappler.

 

Axis: Now this is a smart move by Duran. Instead of going for moves that could further hurt his back, he goes for time-tested submission holds.

 

King: And not to mention the fact that he could simply drop Charlie right into his Break Point finishing maneuver!

 

Instead of going for what was mentioned, Duran simply keeps the full-nelson locked in, but using his old-school knowledge, Charlie is able to drop to his stomach, bringing Duran down with him onto the mat. With John distracted at what just occurred, Matthews ducks under John’s arms, breaking the hold, and quickly positions himself on top of the face-down Duran, squatting down and placing his palms under John’s chin in a camel clutch.

 

Axis: Excellent strategy by Charlie Matthews, not only using some amateur knowledge to escape the full nelson, but turning it into a Camel Clutch, which adds even more torque to the injured back of John Duran.

 

King: The only bad move on Charlie’s part is their ring position: they’re very close to the ropes, and Duran should make it there quite easily.

 

Just as King pointed out, Duran is able to quite easily extend his arm out, trapping the bottom rope with it, forcing Charlie Matthews to break the hold. As Duran uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, he, for whatever reason, shoves Nick Soapdish out of the way. With Nick preoccupied, John extends his arm towards the legs of Matthews, before executing an uppercut into the genital area of the Grappler, causing him to fall to his knees in pain.

 

Axis: Would you look at that! It seems like with one underhanded maneuver, John Duran may have gained the advantage in this match.

 

With Matthews doubled over, Duran simply wraps his arm around his head in a front facelock, before falling backwards and jarring Grappler’s head to the mat with a DDT. Sensing an advantage, John hooks the near leg of Charlie and calls for Nick Soapdish to make the count:

 

ONE!!!!

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TH – SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!

 

Duran slowly brings Matthews to his feet by the hair, and then grabs him in another front facelock, before grabbing a handful of tights to attempt a vertical suplex. However, due to all the work over his back during the match, he is unable to lift Matthews, and is forced to let go of the hold. Grappler capitalizes on this, by ducking down and wrapping his massive arms around the back of Duran, before squeezing with all of his might in a powerful submission.

 

King: Ladies and gentlemen, for the second time in this match… IT IS BEARHUG TIME~!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Axis: And this is the PERFECT submission to keep John in. You saw just before this, he attempted a vertical suplex and couldn’t even lift the larger Matthews up…his time may be up soon.

 

Charlie continues to put the pressure on Duran, and for once, only a small portion of the crowd begins the usual “Boring!” chant. Meanwhile, another portion of fans start a “Tap! Tap! Tap!” chant, actually supporting the once despised bearhug!

 

Axis: Well I’ll be. It seems like without the ever-annoying James Matheson at ringside, the fans can actually get into Charlie Matthews!

 

King: Oh, I’m sure it’s not that…they probably just hate Duran with a passion.

 

Noticing the lack of movement in Duran, Nick Soapdish grabs his arm and raises it in the air, in preparation for the submission.

 

THE ARM DROPS ONCE~!

 

 

THE ARM DROPS TWICE~!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

NO, wait! Duran raises his arm up, letting the referee know that he’s still in this match! Duran begins to fire off punches on Matthews, trying to get the bigger man to loosen his grip on the hold. Seeing that the punches aren’t working, John does the next best thing, lifting his knee right between the legs of Grappler, executing an undetected low blow. This causes Matthews to release the hold, and Duran backs into the ropes, pushing off of them and driving his shoulder right into the chest of Grappler. This only causes the man mountain to stagger backwards, so Duran pushes off of the ropes again and leaps into the air, bringing his forearm up so it catches Matthews right in the forehead, dropping him down to the canvas.

 

Axis: And Duran may be mounting a comeback here!

 

King: If I were him, I’d look to finish the match in any way possible right now…it’s not worth risking your back for a flashy move.

 

Duran, however, lifts Charlie to his feet by the hair, and positions himself between Charlie’s right arm and leg, before summoning all of his strength and lifting Grappler onto his shoulders in a reverse fireman’s carry position!

 

Axis: Oh my GOD! What is John Duran thinking?

 

King: He’s going for the Blunt Force Trauma! But the question is: will he be able to execute it?

 

Duran grimaces in pain as he has Grappler in this position, and as he goes to rotate his opponent to complete the move, his BACK GIVES OUT as he falls to the canvas, dropping Matthews harmlessly to the mat!

 

King: I knew it! Duran’s back gives out! Now, if Charlie’s smart, he’ll either hit the Powerbomb or something…just finish the match.

 

With Duran stomach-down on the canvas, Matthews quickly grabs Duran’s leg in a half-crab position, before twisting around the leg and dropping down, locking it in place. He then reaches across John’s body and wraps his left arm around Duran’s throat, pulling back as he executes the STF.

 

Axis: Smart move by Charlie Matthews here! The STF is a very time-tested maneuver, resulting in many tap-outs over the years…especially when the opponent’s back has been worked over the entire match.

 

King: Well, don’t count Duran out…he’s one tough son of a bitch.

 

Meanwhile, the crowd once again begins a “Tap! Tap! Tap!” chant, as Duran struggles, right in the middle of the ring. Finally, with seemingly no alternative, and with Grappler continuously applying pressure, he does the only thing he can do…

 

 

*TAP*TAP*TAP*

 

Axis: Duran tapped out! This one is over!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of a submission, John Duran HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Therefore, your winner and the number one contender for the SJL European Championship, CHARLIE “GRAPPLER” MATTHEWS!!!

 

Matthews lets go of the hold and stands up, raising his arms into the air and acknowledging the fans as the fans give him quite a standing ovation.

 

King: Well, it’s almost no surprise that Duran eventually succumbed to the pain…but give credit where it’s due. He lasted a hell of a long time in there with a bad back.

 

Axis: That he did. But whatever the case may be, Charlie Matthews is the number one contender for the SJL European Title, and up next, we’ll see who Charlie will face next week, as Aecas defends the European Title against Tim Dillon! Don’t change that channel!

[Guest Thoth]

(The camera's cut backstage, to a shot of "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins sitting in a chair, looking blankly at the camera, with some women spraying hair spray into his hair. The camera zooms out, and shows Spike looking into a mirror, that the camera was zoomed on. The hair dresser behind him is combing his hair, spraying the hair spray all over. Out of nowhere, the gothic chick, Natasha shows up, looking at Spike getting his hair done with a weird look on her face.)

 

Natasha: What are you doing?

 

HSJ: I'm getting my hair done.

 

Natasha: I can see that. But why are you getting your hair done?

 

HSJ: You think I wake up in the morning, with hair looking this good? Nope, it takes some work, honey.

 

(Natasha places her hand on her forehead, and shakes her head in annoyance.)

 

Natasha: You know what, whatever. Are you ready for your match?

 

HSJ: First, I have to talk to you about this. Janet, can you leave us alone for a little bit.

 

(Janet, the hairdresser, gives a slight nod, puts down her hair spr ay and brush, and walks off screen.)

 

HSJ: Natasha, WHY did you book me in a Street Fight? And for the love of God, with all people, Manson?

 

Natasha: We went over the plan, Spike.

 

HSJ: The plan was not for me to go out there, and get killed in a street fight!

 

Natasha: No, it wasn't. The plan is for me to get inside the mind of Crow, and help you win the world title.

 

HSJ: Yes, that is the plan. But how is me having a street fight with Manson, part of that?

 

Natasha: All right. We all know Crow's specialty is hardcore brawling. And, well, you suck at that. BUT, you are a great technical and high-flying wrestler, which Crow isn't. So, we need to get you out there, and get some experience in the hardcore area. So, when you go in, you are able to beat Crow at his own game, understand?

 

HSJ: But . . . but Manson? He's going to kill me out there! I don't even have a plan or anything!

 

Natasha: Hey . . . HEY! Do you trust me?

 

HSJ: Should I?

 

Natasha: No. But I have a plan.

 

HSJ: Okay . . .

 

Natasha: Let's get going. Don't want to be late for your street fight.

 

(Natasha walks off screen as Spike looks at her, with a very scared look on his face.)

 

HSJ: No, of course not. Don't want to be late for my street fight. I've been waiting WEEKS FOR IT!

 

(Spike waves his head, making sure Natasha is gone . . . )

 

HSJ: Oh God, I am so dead . . .

 

(Spike gets out of his seat, and puts his hands through his freshly done hair, giving a little confident smile. He looks around, and picks up his gym bag on the floor, and makes his way off camera. The cameraman remains focused on the scene, as Spike walks back to the make up set. He grabs the hair spray off the desk, and looks it over, before turning around, and walking off, holding the can in his hand.)

[Guest Thoth]

SJL Wrath returns to live broadcast as the last of the commercials fade out, the fans packed into the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California are stirring again as the show goes on! The cameras quickly focus on the announce table showing both the Suicide King and Axis sitting ready to continue calling the action.

 

Axis: Welcome back to SJL Wrath! We’re broadcasting Wrath tonight from the jam-packed Staples Center, Los Angeles, California!

 

King: There’s been some interesting results so far Axis, from 2 multiple man match ups. A 5 Man Battle Royal and a Fatal Four Way Elimination match.

 

Axis: But we still aren’t finished yet!

 

King: Not by a long shot.

 

Axis: Coming up next we have Tim Dillon squaring off against Aecas the Black Angel who wrested the title from Viktor Tarakanov in a brutal Cage match on Metal!

 

King: And he faces Tim Dillon tonight in his fist title defence, with another challenger already selected from the Elimination match earlier, that’s IF he can defeat Tim Dillon here tonight.

 

The arena suddenly plunges into darkness, and the fans immediately come alive as the tolling of a graveyard bell echoes mournfully through the arena, the Smarktron displays a figure shrouded in darkness, stabs of lights highlighting the scales of a winding dragon tattoo that spreads itself across his chest. The stabs of light slowly slide up the figures body until the blank white orb of an eye is highlighted. A deep voice comes through the arena speakers.

 

“Are you scared?”

 

The voice echoes around the arena for a few moments before several voices all speak as one.

 

“He’s here……”

 

Motorhead’s “The Game” blasts out through the arena speakers as a lightning strike highlight’s Aecas on the Smarktron, a sadistic grin on his face, red alert lights start to flash around the arena as smoke boils out of the entranceway. The cheering of the fans gets louder as a shape appears in the midst of the blood red smoke, a red spotlight snaps on highlighting Aecas and following him as he begins to walk down the aisle. The spotlight flickers as he walks, conflicting emotions appearing on his face with every flash.

 

Funyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SJL European Championship! On the way to the ring, from Shrewsbury England. Weighing 285lbs. The SJL European Champion, Aecas!

 

Aecas leaps onto the apron and steps through the ropes into the ring as the lights come up slowly, the European championship strapped around his waist, several long scars mar the right hand side of his face making him look even more grim than before. Aecas unstraps the title from his waist holding it in one hand as he waits for his opponent to enter the ring.

 

Dropkick Murphy’s “Barroom Hero” begins to play, the bagpipes begin to blare and then the lyrics start echoing around the arena.

Face down in the gutter, won’t admit defeat…

Those clothes are soiled and black

“He’s a big, strong man with a child’s mind,

Don’t you take his booze away!

 

Cheap shamrock confetti falls from the top of the arena as a series of orange and green pyros explode at the sides of the entrance way as Tim Dillon appears on the stage to a massive cheer from the Los Angeles fans. Tim grins at the reaction he gets and starts to walk down the aisle his arms coming up in a boxers pose as he playfully aims a few punches at the camera that follows him down to the ring.

 

Funyon: And the opponent, from Limerick, Ireland. Weighing 190lbs. Tim Dillon!

 

Dillon raises his arms as the fans cheer louder with his announcement, he slaps the hands of a few fans as he makes his way ringside and slides into the squared circle. Referee Eddy Long takes the title from Aecas as the music dies away and holds it up in the air with both hands before handing it down to the timekeeper, he checks that both men are apart and signals for the bell.

 

DING! DING! DING!!!!!

 

Axis: And here we go!

 

King: This is a real David versus Goliath type match up Axis, but one thing Aecas shouldn’t do is underestimate his challenger.

 

Aecas and Dillon size each other up for a moment as the fans chant the names of both superstars before rushing towards one another, Aecas goes for a collar and elbow tie up but finds thin air as Tim Dillon is already behind him. A hard punch to the kidneys makes Aecas flinch, a second strikes as he tries to turn around, hitting him on the side, Tim Dillon stands in front of Aecas his hands up in a boxing position. Dillon ducks a huge punch from Aecas and hits him hard in the belly causing the giant to double over slightly, Dillon capitalises with a sharp uppercut catching Aecas on the chin and sending him into the ropes.

 

Axis: Good start by Tim Dillon here; he’s got Aecas reeling from those punches!

 

King: He has to use his speed Axis, even with his background in bare-knuckle boxing he’s going to find it difficult to go toe to toe with Aecas.

 

Tim Dillon presses Aecas back into the ropes and tries to Irish Whip his large opponent only to have it reversed as Aecas almost throws him at the far side of the ring. Dillon rebounds off of the ropes at the other side of the ring, straight into a huge Big Boot from Aecas sending the plucky Irishman down to the canvas, no sooner has his back touched the floor than Tim Dillon is back up on his feet drawing a cheer from the fans.

 

Axis: Huge Boot to the face from Aecas but Dillon shrugged it off as if it was nothing!

 

King: Bare-knuckle boxing gives you a lot of toughness Axis; it’s going to take a lot more than that to faze Dillon.

 

Aecas stares at Dillon impassively for a moment, before moving forwards for another tie up, this time he manages to catch Dillon in a collar and elbow tie up, the contest of strength is obviously one sided and ends with Aecas slinging one of his opponents arms around his neck. Aecas mimics the gesture wrapping one of his own arms around Dillon’s neck before grabbing hold of his cargo pants and hoisting him slowly up into the air, as Dillon reaches the apex of the attempted Brainbuster he wriggles free of Aecas’ grip landing on his feet like a cat behind the big man. Before Aecas can turn around Dillon strikes again pushing off with both feet and sending his boots thudding into Aecas’ back with a beautiful dropkick. Aecas staggers into the ropes and Dillon takes full advantage sliding behind Aecas and reaching up between his legs to grab the big mans belt pulling him backwards, Aecas tries to step back but Dillon is lying across his legs and the big man is pulled right over into a Schoolboy pin by Dillon.

 

ONE!!!!!!!

 

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TW-KICKOUT!!!

 

Aecas kicks out of the rollup attempt hard, quickly getting back to his feet as Dillon charges in at him again, Aecas stops Dillon dead with a hard kick to the gut, as his opponent doubles over Aecas shoves Dillon’s head between his legs bending down and locking his arms around the Irishman’s waist. Aecas lifts Dillon up as if he weighed nothing, holding Dillon up as the Irishman sits on his shoulders, Dillon hammers several hard punches into Aecas’ face but it doesn’t faze the big man, who charges across the ring, and slams Dillon down hard on his back, the momentum enough to make him roll over from his back onto his front.

 

Axis: What an impact! Huge Running Powerbomb by Aecas!

 

King: I don’t think we’ve seen the full extent of Aecas’ strength yet Axis, he was throwing Tarakanov around in that Cage match on Metal and he weighed 285 lbs! Tim Dillon is no problem for Aecas to lift up; it’s getting that tough Irishman to stay down that’s going to be the problem!

 

Axis: Too true King, Dillon’s getting up again!

 

Indeed Tim Dillon is once more getting up to his feet, his face shows some hint of the pain he’s feeling from being slammed down on his back, Aecas is on top of the Irishman before he can fully regain his feet, once again pushing Dillon’s head between his legs and lifting him up into the air to sit on his shoulders. Aecas slowly turns around pulling Dillon down hard and drilling him into the canvas, this time Aecas holds on, tightening his grip on Dillon’s cargo pants as he pulls him up once again to about shoulder level before slamming him down to the mat once more. Aecas sits out as he Powerbomb's Tim Dillon for a second time, landing legs akimbo as Dillon crashes down onto his back and head. Wasting no time Aecas grabs Dillon’s legs holding them as Eddy Long skids over for the count.

 

ONE!!!!!

 

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TWO!!!!!

 

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KICKOUT!!!

 

Dillon again kicks out strongly from the pinning predicament and both men get back to their feet, Dillon being the quicker gets the initiative his right foot lashing out to crack against Aecas’ left knee, making the big man stumble. Dillon presses the advantage kicking at Aecas’ knee and his thigh forcing the big man to try and cover up as Dillon picks at his left leg. After a hard kick to the kneecap that has Aecas clutching at his knee Dillon tries to clothesline the big man, his arm impacts against Aecas with a hard slap but otherwise does nothing. Aecas looks at Dillon for a moment before the Irish man runs off the ropes and tries a harder clothesline meeting with the same result, Aecas starts to get back to his feet as Dillon runs to the ropes yet again. Aecas tries for another Big Boot but Dillon ducks underneath it bouncing off the ropes on the other side and dropkicking Aecas in the knee as he turns around.

 

Aecas’ knee gives way underneath him dropping him down onto one knee; Dillon takes advantage of this with another dropkick right into Aecas’ face! The fans cheer loudly for Tim Dillon as he finally manages to get his opponent down.

 

King: Dillon showing intelligence here, his speed is the only thing that’s going to save him in this match.

 

Axis: That pair of boots to the face really hit Aecas hard, and I think it was on his injured right side as well!

 

King: Dillon needs to capitalise quickly if he wants to take the imitative here.

 

Almost as if he can hear the Suicide King’s words Dillon rushes to wards the rope grabbing the top rope and jumping onto the second, Dillon springs off of the second rope spinning around in mid air to land a hard leg drop right on Aecas’ neck! Dillon quickly crawls over Aecas and grabs one of the huge legs lifting it as he tries to pin the giant.

 

ONE!!!!!!

 

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TWO!!!!!

 

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KICKOUT!

 

Aecas roughly throws Dillon off of him before Eddy Long counts three; he starts to get up looking for his opponent unaware that Dillon has quickly scaled the turnbuckle behind him. Waiting for Aecas to turn around Dillon launches himself from the top planting both his boots on Aecas’ chest with a Missile dropkick staggering the big man again but not putting him down. Dillon is back to his feet again, rushing at Aecas and reaching up high to rake at the eyes, as Aecas stumbles back into a corner trying to clear his vision Dillon again scales the corner quickly as he can. Before Aecas can react, Dillon wraps an arm around his head and jumps forwards off of the corner using the extra height to plant Aecas’ face into the canvas with a huge Bulldog.

 

Dillon is on top of Aecas before the big man can get up, he grabs Aecas’ left foot jerking the leg up with all his strength and smashing the knee into the canvas causing further damage to the appendage. Aecas starts to get back up to his knees only to be met with some stinging jabs from Dillon, now that Aecas is more his size it gives Dillon the opportunity to get off some hard punches, and he doesn’t disappoint, the fans rallying behind the Irishman as he hits Aecas with stinging lefts and rights.

 

Axis: Tim Dillon showing no fear of his large opponent here King! He’s taking the fight right to the champion!

 

King: That’s right Axis and he’s really working on that left leg of Aecas’ that’s a smart move. If you can destroy the vertical base of a near seven footer then you’re definitely achieving something.

 

Axis: And look at those punches! I don’t know how Aecas can stand it!

 

King: Aecas had better do something soon or this could be over quickly, Dillon relies on speed and Aecas needs to slow the pace of this match down, and use his strength and weight to his advantage.

 

Aecas doggedly gets back to his feet backing into a corner and shaking his head slightly to try and clear his mind as Dillon retreats to the far side of the ring pausing for a moment before running at Aecas as he sits in the corner. Aecas sees Dillon coming towards him and the cameras catch his face twisting from an impassive facade into an angry snarl and he chares out of the corner to meet Dillon in the middle of the ring smashing into his smaller opponent with a devastating clothesline, turning Dillon upside down and inside out as he practically gets his head taken off.

 

Axis: Good god what a stiff clothesline!

King: It looks like Aecas has had enough, of Dillon Axis. And that does not bode well for the challenger in this match.

 

Aecas is back on his feet in a moment grabbing Dillon by the hair and pulling him upright, the champion switches behind his challenger locking Dillon’s arms in a Full nelson before heaving backwards and dropping the small man on his head with a hard Full Nelson Suplex, locking his body in a bridge.

 

ONE!!!!!

 

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TWO!!!!!!

 

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THRE-NO!!!!!!!

 

Dillon kicks out before Eddy Long’s hand hits the canvas for three, sending another loud cheer roaring through the arena as the fans really get behind the plucky little Irishman as he proves he’s still in the fight. Aecas, pulls Dillon up to his feet once again, wrapping an arm around his opponents neck and lifting Tim off of his feet with ease, Tim doesn’t go up without a fight however and again struggles free of Aecas’ grip only this time he keeps his arm wrapped around Aecas’ head falling backwards and planting Aecas’ head into the floor with a DDT!

 

The crowd roars again as Tim starts to battle back against his huge adversary, keeping a hold of Aecas’ neck as he gets back to his feet before quickly, no sooner has Tim regained his feet than he takes Aecas down again, and doggedly climbing back up to his feet one last time before spiking Aecas’ head into the mat one final time.

 

Axis: There’s Finn’s Fall! 3 DDT’s in a row! Dillon’s hooked the leg!

 

ONE!!!!!!

 

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TWO!!!!!

 

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TWO AND A HALF!!!!!

 

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THREE-NO!!!!!!!!!!

 

Axis: Three! No! Aecas got the shoulder up! Three DDT’s and he got the shoulder up!

 

King: A demonstration of how tough these two men are Axis, this match could go on for a long time until one of them can cause enough damage to make his opponent stay down. Aecas’ leg has already been hammered by Dillon and you can bet that neither man wants to lose this match Axis, its all on the line for Aecas tonight, and a win here will do wonders for Dillon’s career! Both men want that belt and only one of them is going to be walking out of here with it!

 

As the Suicide King talks both Aecas and Tim Dillon are getting to their feet, both men going straight back at it, Dillon hammering a punch into Aecas’ face only to be sent reeling by a return blow that staggers even the Irishman. Dillon keeps coming back though and the rather unevenly matched fist fight continues for several counter blows before Dillon surprising everyone, especially Aecas slams a hard succession of punches into his opponents face driving Aecas back into the turnbuckle. Dillon quickly climbs up the turnbuckle’s straddling Aecas and hammering several punches into his face before Aecas pushes him off to land on his back into the ring. Dillon rolls through and immediately charges Aecas again, scrambling up the ropes and hitting yet more punches.

 

Axis: Look at Tim Dillon go King!

 

King: He’s pulling out all the stops now Axis, taking the fight straight to the big man!

 

Axis: Is that wise?

 

King: Does it matter? Dillon is a tough nut to crack but he doesn’t have much choice here!

 

Dillon hammers two more punches into Aecas head before using the ropes for leverage, jumping upwards and dropkicking Aecas straight in the face! Aecas reels in the corner as Dillon starts to kick at the big mans knee once again, hooking it over the ropes and kicking directly at the kneecap until Eddy Long intervenes and tells him to break it up as Aecas is on the ropes.

 

Dillon backs away from Aecas turning to exchange a few words with Eddy Long but quickly turning around as he hears the thunder of running feet across the canvas, Dillon turns around and quickly leapfrogs into the air as Aecas charges across the ring. Aecas runs on, one of Dillon’s legs catching his shoulder as the Irishman doesn’t quite clear Aecas. Aecas smashes into Eddy long with a huge GORE sending Dillon’s body slamming hard into the top turnbuckle with a sickening impact and all three men go down in an untidy heap in the corner.

 

Axis: GORE! GORE! GORE!

 

King: The referee is down!

 

Axis: Eddy Long just got crushed into that corner by Aecas! He never even saw it coming!

 

King: And Tim Dillon just got his back rearranged against the turnbuckles! Plain bad luck from both Dillon AND Eddy Long!

 

Aecas extricates himself from the pile in the corner looking down at the crumpled bodies of Eddy Long and Tim Dillon before sliding out of the ring and striding over towards the announce table, pulling the timekeeper off of his chair and grabbing the steel, snapping it shut as he moves back to the ring.

 

Axis: What in the hell is Aecas thinking?

 

King: The referee is down Axis, he can do what he damn wants, so can Dillon!

 

Tim Dillon is slowly sliding himself out of the ring, favouring his back as the fans start to stir seeing Aecas with steel chair in hand rapidly closing with Tim Dillon. Aecas lifts the chair up high and sends it crashing down on Tim Dillon’s back, the Irishman cries out in pain arching his already damaged back as the steel hits it with a loud smack. As Dillon falls to his knees Aecas delivers another hard chairshot to his back before dropping the chair and looking underneath the ring.

 

Axis: What a hard pair of chairshots from Aecas!

 

King: This is a bad move by Aecas, he had Dillon hurt and now he’s looking under the ring? What’s he after now?

 

The fans are making their feelings known as they side with either Aecas or Tim Dillon, shouting encouragement or abuse at the superstars, all the fans suddenly roar with approval as Aecas drags a table out from under the ring. The cheers get louder as Aecas sets up the table before turning around and taking a steel chair in the face as Dillon clocks the Black Angel with a hard chairshot. Aecas staggers backwards as Dillon follows up with another hard shot, driving Aecas down and finally onto his back with the second hard chair shot, he holds the chair up and yells as the fans cheer deafeningly.

 

Dropping the ruined chair Dillon tries to drag Aecas back into the ring, but the big man won’t co-operate hammering his elbow into Dillon’s belly several times, doubling his opponent over before he scoops up the broken chair and cracks it over the back of Dillon’s head. The crowd “Oooooohs!” at the hard shot as Dillon clutches at his head, Aecas picks his opponent up and drapes him across the table, turning away Aecas climbs back up the ring apron and starts to slowly move up the turnbuckle.

 

Axis: What in gods name is this man doing now King?

 

King: I don’t know Axis, but with Dillon on that table you can bet it won’t be good for either man.

 

Tim Dillon stirs on the table as Aecas reaches the second turnbuckle, sliding off of the table Dillon quickly shins up after his opponent stopping Aecas dead with a nasty looking low blow. Aecas turns slightly ending up in a sitting position on the top turnbuckle facing out the ring, Dillon shouts out to the fans getting a deafening response before jumping up and hooking his legs around Aecas’ neck…FRANKENSTEINERING HIS OPPONENT THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

Axis: What a move! I can’t believe Tim Dillon just did that!

 

King: Dillon will do anything to win this title Axis! Brilliant innovation by the Irishman, using Aecas own table against him!

 

A ringside camera rushes to the sight of the impact, showing Aecas laying still amid a pile of splinters that used to be a table, the fans continue to chant deafeningly as Tim Dillon slowly picks himself up from his own impact with the floor. Tim slowly slides back into the ring, trying to raise Eddy Long who still lies prone in one corner of the ring, as Tim does so a hand comes into view grabbing the edge of the apron, a second hand appears and slowly Aecas starts to drag himself back into the ring. The fans cheer wildly as Tim Dillon abandons his attempts to revive the referee and sees Aecas slowly starting to pick himself back up and move towards Dillon, favouring his left leg and gritting his teeth, a very angry expression on his face as his dead eyes bore into the challenger.

 

Dillon stands his ground as Aecas advances on him before rushing towards his opponent, Aecas aims another huge clothesline at the Irishman but Dillon ducks under running to the far end of the ring and rebounding off the ropes as Aecas turns around. Dillon races towards his huge opponent but its Aecas who gets the drop on Dillon, grabbing his smaller opponent under the armpits and hoisting him up into the air. Dillon seems to hang in the air for a moment before Aecas steps forwards, his head and shoulders moving between Dillon’s legs as he reaches up his hands grabbing Dillon’s cargo pants at the hip before he Powerbombs Dillon into the canvas from over seven and a half feet in the air!

 

Axis: Descent Into Darkness! Did you hear the impact King!

 

King: I heard it Axis! I think they could hear that all the way in Ireland!

 

Axis: The referee is still down! Aecas has Dillon pinned but there’s no referee!

 

Aecas does indeed have his opponent pinned after the thunderous Descent Into Darkness Powerbomb, he looks up as he hears no count and sees Eddy Long still lying prone in the corner, releasing Dillon Aecas limps over to Long and grabs the referee’s shirt, hauling him up and shaking him in an effort to revive him. Eddy stirs slightly but not much more than that as Aecas drops him down to the canvas once again, looking back at Dillon who is starting to move slowly, Aecas limps over to the corner nearest his downed opponent, slowly climbing up as best as his injured leg can manage.

 

Axis: Aecas trying to go up top once again here.

 

King: Bad move he should be watching his back, because here comes Dillon!

 

Axis: How in the hell is Dillon still standing after that monstrous Powerbomb!

 

King: Dillon’s proving that he’s much harder to kill than he looks Axis!

 

Tim Dillon leans on the ropes as Aecas reaches the top, causing his opponent to slip and crotch himself on the top with a roar of pain, Dillon slowly moves up behind Aecas grabbing his opponents long hair and pulling Aecas back until he can wrap his arm around his opponents neck, Aecas hanging precariously from the turnbuckle. Dillon shouts out something in Gaelic that gets the crowd onto their feet before taking Aecas straight down with modified Inverted Elevated DDT! Smashing the back of Aecas’ head into the canvas as the larger man folds up and crumples onto the mat.

 

Axis: A modified version of Blood and Whiskey! He just drove Aecas’ head straight into the canvas!

 

King: Eddy Long’s coming to! This could be it Axis!

 

Eddy long slowly crawls over to the two men raising his hand and starting the count.

 

ONE!!!!!!

 

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TWO!!!!

 

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TWO AN A HALF!!!!!

 

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TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!

 

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THREEEEE-NO!!!!!!!!

 

Eddy’s hand stops an inch away from the mat as Aecas right foot flops onto the bottom rope of the ring, the fans explode into a mix of cheers and boos, as they were sure this match was over.

Axis: So close! Dillon can’t believe it! Aecas got his foot on the ropes!

 

King: He had to use the ropes to save himself?!

 

Axis: He just got dropped on his head King! There was nothing else he could do!

 

Dillon sits back shaking his head in frustration as his devastating finisher couldn’t finish Aecas off, slowly picking Aecas up, Tim Dillon pulls his still dazed opponent into the corner, slowly climbing up the turnbuckle and pulling Aecas up by the hair, the big man seems to be regaining some semblance of consciousness as he starts to step up onto the turnbuckles.

 

Axis: Aecas is letting Dillon lead him up the corner!

 

King: I don’t think he knows where he is right now Axis, a blow to the head like that will do it to you.

 

Axis: Aecas is sitting on the top rope and Dillon’s moving around to the front, we could be seeing another Frankensteiner here, maybe that will be enough to put Aecas away.

 

King: both these men have proved how tough they are here Axis, they’ve both taken each other’s finisher and they are still up! Aecas we have seen gut it out already against Tarakanov but Dillon has shown amazing resiliency throughout this match!

 

Dillon pauses for a moment and shouts out to the crowd igniting yet more support before he jumps up and wraps his legs around Aecas’ head for a second Frankensteiner….and stops halfway down! The fans cheer louder as Aecas halts Dillon’s momentum by locking his vice like grip around Dillon’s waist leaving his opponent hanging down. An evil smile spreads itself over Aecas’ face as he slowly stands up on the second turnbuckle, raising first one foot and then the other clambering onto the top turnbuckle. Aecas pauses for a moment as the fans grow more vocal as they see what about to happen, before jumping off and EXECUTIONERING TIM DILLON FROM THE TOP!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

Axis: Holy Crap! I can’t believe I just saw that!

 

King: This has gotta be it Axis!

 

Aecas lands hard grimacing as his damaged knee hits the canvas but slumps over Dillon hooking a leg slowly, the fans counting along with Eddy Long.

 

ONE!!!!!

 

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TWO!!!!

 

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THREE!!!!!

 

 

DING! DING! DING!!!!!!

 

Funyon: The winner of the match! And still the SJL European Champion! The Black Angel, Aecas!

 

Aecas slides out of the ring, taking his belt from Eddy Long and raising it in victory as the fans cheers rock the arena, Aecas cries out in victory looking back down at the ring as Tim Dillon slowly crawls to the edge of the ring looking out at the champion. Champion and challenger stare at each other for a moment before Aecas gives Dillon a nod of respect for a hell of a match and for his amazing resilience before he turns and starts to limp slowly up the aisle.

 

Axis: What a fight we just witnessed King, two of the toughest men in the SJL had a war of attrition in the ring tonight but Aecas still retains his European gold!

 

King: A very impressive showing from Tim Dillon, even though he lost the match he proved to everyone that he can run with the big boys, he took everything Aecas had and threw it back at him right up to the end of the match.

 

Axis: We’re going to commercial folks but stay tuned because coming up next we have a Street Fight between Manson and Hollywood Spike Jenkins, and you can be sure that these two men are going to tear one another apart tonight. Also still to come we have a massive rematch for the SJL World Title as Crow once again faces off against the near unstoppable force of Va’aiga. Will The Antichrist Superstar keep his title? Or will The Maori Baddass be able to wrest the title away from Crow? Stay tuned and find out!

[Guest Thoth]

The Staples Center, in Los Angeles, California explodes, with the return of SJL Wrath from the previous commercial break. The camera cuts straight down to Suicide King and Axis, sitting at the announcer’s booth, at ringside.

 

Axis: "What a show, what a show, what a show!"

 

Suicide King: "It was all right."

 

Axis: "All right? That's it? It was an amazing show, like always, here in the SJL!"

 

Suicide King: "Don't over exaggerate, Axis."

 

Axis: "King, we have had both, the SJL European and Television title defended, a number one contender decided for both titles, and we still have, what is going to be a very brutal street fight, and the SJL World title up for grabs!"

 

Suicide King: "Pretty average show to me."

 

Axis: "There is no pleasing you, is there?"

 

Suicide King: "I am looking forward to the street fight, though! Because it has my favorite wrestlers, and yours, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins!

 

Axis: "Spike is the most annoying wrestler currently, in the company."

 

Suicide King: "You're just jealous."

 

Axis: "Fans, before this match gets underway, let's go over how it came about. We all know Spike is out to get Crow, and take the World title off of him. So, to help get the advantage over Crow, Spike brought in Crow's ex-girlfriend, Natasha. Now, according to Natasha, Crow's advantage over Spike, is the whole hardcore scenario. So Natasha booked Spike, in a street fight, involving the only man who can match up with Crow in the hardcore area, Manson!"

 

Suicide King: "If Spike can beat Manson tonight, then we all know, he can beat Crow, easily!"

 

Axis: "At the start of the show, we heard a few words from Manson, and he isn't just going to lie down for Spike. So prepare for a full on hardcore battle from these two!"

 

The camera cuts over to the ring, where Funyon is standing, waiting to make the introductions.

 

Funyon: "This match is scheduled for one fall, and is a Street Fight! Count outs and disqualifications are not in effect! First, coming to the ring . . . "

 

The lights in the arena jump to a pitch black, with red strobe lights flashing everywhere, while "The Hate Song" by The Haunted starts playing over the loud speaker. Manson walks out through the entrance curtain, in his normal ring attire, holding a singapore cane in his right hand, ready to go to war with Spike Jenkins.

Funyon: "Weighing in at Two Hundred and Ten Pounds, from Denver, Colorado. He is "Hate Personified.” He is MANSON!!!!!

 

Manson walks down the ramp, with a determined look on his face, ignoring the booing crowd around him. Manson makes his way up to the ring, walking around the ring steps, and rolls into the ring, under the bottom rope. Manson sits in the corner, leaning up against the turnbuckles, holding the singapore cane in standing position in front of him.

 

Axis: "Manson is out to prove himself to the higher ups that is not a push over, and to do that, he has to destroy, Spike Jenkins!"

 

Suicide King: "I will admit, that Spike may be out of his league here, and entering a whole new ball park, where Manson is the star of the show."

 

Funyon: "And his opponent!!!!"

 

Suddenly, the whole arena bursts into cheers, as "Revolution . . . Revolucion" by Ill Nino starts to play over the loud speakers. Fans around the arena rise to their feet, cheering and holding up their home made "Hollywood" signs.

 

Funyon: Weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty Pounds, from Hollywood, CALIFORNIA! Accompanied by Natasha, he is "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins!!!!!!!

 

Spike walks out from behind the entrance curtain, spinning around in all his glory, and poses at the top of the ramp, as flashes from cameras, all over the arena go off. Natasha slowly walks out behind him, holding a duffle bag over her shoulder, the same one Spike had earlier, as they both make their way down the ramp.

 

Axis: "Spike Jenkins is from Hollywood, just a few minutes from here in Los Angeles."

 

Spike makes his way up to the ring, and climbs up onto the apron, while Natasha walks around the ring. Spike steps through the middle and top rope, into the ring, and holds his arms in the air, spinning around, taking in the crowd cheers. Funyon steps out of the ring, as Manson gets to his feet, still holding the cane. Manson charges out of the corner, and swings the cane like a baseball bat, cracking it over the back of Spike. The referee has no choice but to start the match, and signals for the bell.

 

*Ding Ding Ding*

 

Spike wrenches his back in pain, as he turns toward Manson, still wielding the singapore cane. Manson swings the cane like a bat again, cracking it across Spike's rib's, bending him over. Manson snaps the cane in the air, and drives it into Spike's back, as quickly and painfully as possible. Spike wrenches his back again, and Manson takes the opportunity to slap the cane across the top of Spike's skull, sending him backwards, through the middle and top rope, to the floor.

 

Axis: "Manson starting the match before the bell ring, and now is beating on Spike with that singapore cane!"

 

Suicide King: "No matter how big a Spike Jenkins fan I am, I got to admit, that was smart!"

 

Manson drops the singapore cane, and heads out through the ropes, to the outside of the ring, following Spike. Manson spins Spike around, so they are facing each other, and Manson gives him a strong right hand to the side of the head. Manson leans back, and throws another right hand, knocking Spike backwards. Manson grabs the back of Spike's head, and the edge of his tights, spins him around, and tosses Spike head/shoulder first into the steel ring steps next to them!

 

Axis: "Manson just drove Spike head first into the ring steps!"

 

Suicide King: "Only a few minutes into the match, and Spike is getting his handed to him. This is not going well for Spike or Natasha."

 

Spike lies on the floor, holding his head in pain. Manson leans down, lifting the apron up, and looks under the ring, pulling out a steel chair!

 

Axis: "I knew weapons were going to be used, but isn't this a little quick?"

 

Suicide King: "Oh, stop being a wuss, Axis."

 

Spike rolls over onto his stomach, and begins to get up to his feet, as the crowd members near by start cheering, to get him going. Spike finally pulls himself to his feet, and turns toward Manson, who lifts the chair over head, and drives it down, into the unprotected skull of Spike! Spike collapses to the floor, and Manson casually drops the chair. Manson drops to his knees, and covers Spike, attempting the first pinfall of the match.

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TW.....Spike gets a shoulder up!

 

Axis: "Spike kicking out at two. It's still too early to be going for the pinfall, even after an ugly chair shot to the skull like that."

 

Suicide King: "A few more chair shots like that, and Spike will be down and out, allowing Manson to pick up the win!"

 

Manson rises up to his feet, leans over, and grabs Spike by the hair, lifting him up to his feet. Manson pushes Spike up against the ring apron, and rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope. Manson leans back over, picking up the steel chair from the floor, and tossing it into the air, over the top rope into the ring. Manson climbs up onto the ring apron, and attempts to step into the ring, but Natasha runs around the ring, and grabs a firm hold around Manson's ankle, holding him on the apron, and not allowing him to enter the ring.

 

Axis: "What is she doing?"

 

Suicide King: "She is helping Spike! What does it look like she is doing?"

 

Axis: "Manson said before, if she gets in his way, he will take care of her. This is not the smartest thing for her to do."

 

Manson tries to struggle his foot away from Natasha, but she holds on for dear life. Spike wakes up from the massive chair shot he took earlier, and climbs up to his hands and knees. Manson finally has enough fooling around with Natasha, and leans over, grabbing her by her hair, forcing her to release the hold on his ankle. Manson uses the ankle that Natasha was just holding, and stiffly kicks Natasha in the chest, knocking her backwards, straight into the guard rail, and down onto the floor.

 

Suicide King: "NOOOO!"

 

Axis: "I hate to say it, but she deserved that!"

 

Suicide King: "My queen Natasha! Someone, help her up!"

 

Manson gives a sick grin at his accomplishment, and turns back toward the ring, but is caught off guard as Spike gets up to his feet, charges at him, wraps his arms around the back of Manson's head, and drops down, driving Manson throat first into the top rope!

 

Axis: "Way to capitalize on the distraction of Natasha."

 

Suicide King: "Smart move by the smartest wrestler in the SJL, BUT WHAT ABOUT NATASHA? SOMEONE HELP HER UP!"

 

Manson falls shoulder first onto the apron, and rolls into the ring, holding his neck, and coughing up a storm. Spike rolls over onto his stomach, and quickly hops up to his feet. Spike walks over to Manson, leaning over, and grabbing his wrist, and begins to pull Manson into the corner, sitting him up against the lower turnbuckles. Spike leans back, and begins to unload a series of punches to Manson's forehead, keeping him dazed in the corner, long enough for whatever he has planned next. Spike backs out of the corner, and heads toward the center of the ring, where the steel chair Manson pulled out lies. Spike leans over, and picks the chair up. Spike turns back toward Manson, and charges at him, holding the chair in front of him. Spike reaches the corner, and leaps into the air, placing the chair out in front of him, and drop kicking the chair straight into Manson's face!!

 

Axis: "Running Dropkick to the face of Manson, using that chair!"

 

Suicide King: "Oh jeez, that's gonna loosen some teeth . . . "

 

Axis: "It seems Spike may be in that hardcore frame of mind. Maybe he can pull out a win, after all."

 

Spike climbs up to his feet, and pushes the chair aside, using his foot. Spike leans over, and grabs the wrist of Manson, and drags him out of the corner, into the center of the ring. Spike drops down, and covers Manson.

 

 

One!

 

 

 

 

 

Two!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thr . . . Manson gets a shoulder up!

 

 

Axis: "So close for Spike. Manson just getting his shoulder up before the three."

 

Suicide King: "Manson has to have some limit to be able to kick out of that! That was a nasty dropkick, especially with the chair to the face!"

 

Spike gets up to his feet, leans over, and grabs Manson by the back of the head, lifting him up to his feet. Spike drags Manson across the ring, toward the ring ropes next to the announcer’s booth. Spike wraps both of Manson's arms over the top rope, leans back, and slaps Manson as hard as he can, across the chest with a knife edge chop, causing the crowd to respond with a loud "WHOOOO". Spike leans back, and slaps his arm across Manson's chest again, causing another "WHOOOO" from the crowd. Spike gets some momentum behind him, and charges into the ropes opposite of Manson. Spike bounces into the ropes, and comes charging back at Manson. Manson sees Spike coming, and drops down, holding the top rope with him, not giving Spike enough time to stop, Spike flips over the top rope, and falling back first onto the floor next to the announcer’s booth!

 

Axis: "Spike Jenkins taking a nasty tumble right here in front of us!"

 

Suicide King: "That looked like it hurt . . . ouch."

 

Manson gets back up onto his feet, and slowly walks over to the steel chair, reaching down, and lifting it off the mat. Manson turns back toward where Spike is, and begins to make his way toward the ropes. Manson steps through the ropes, and drops down onto the floor, next to the arising Spike. Spike gets to his feet, and looks at Manson, as Manson lifts the chair above head, and swings it, hitting dead on with Spike's unprotected skull again. Spike collapses backwards onto the floor, and rolls over onto his stomach, holding his head in pain, as Manson celebrates his chair shot on Spike. Manson tosses the chair back into the ring, and gloats over his destruction of Spike, the fans in the front row yelling and booing at him. Natasha tries to walk around the ring, to check on Spike, but Manson quickly yells at her, scaring her off.

 

Axis: "What a brutal chair shot by Manson!"

 

Suicide King: "I loved that! Manson is really busting out the hardcore hatred style of his, tonight!"

 

Axis: "What about your favorite wrestler, Spike Jenkins?"

 

Suicide King: "I really hope he has insurance."

 

Manson walks back over to Spike, leans over, grabbing Spike by the back of the head, and pulls Spike up to his feet, the camera catching a huge cut across the forehead of Spike from the previous chair shot. Manson pulls Spike over, leaning him up against the announcers table, pulls back, and swings, cracking Spike across the chest with a knife-edged chop, and the crowd goes "WHOOO,” even while booing the Machine. Manson leans back, and swings his arm across Spike's chest, getting another "WHOOO" from the crowd. Spike holds his chest in pain, and falls over on top of the announcer’s table, in front of King and Axis. Manson turns away from Spike, and walks over to the ring, and pulls the ring apron aside, and begins poking around under neath the ring. The blood continues to pore from Spike's head, as he begins shouting out, "Help me King, He's going to kill me. Help me!"

 

Axis: "Ask Natasha for help! She is the one that got you in this mess!"

 

Suicide King: "AXIS! SPIKE NEEDS OUR HELP! GET HIM A TOWEL FOR HIS HEAD! SOMEONE SEND A MEDIC OUT HERE! Don't worry Spike. I’ll get you some help. MY SUIT! YOU GOT BLOOD ON MY NEW GUCCI! DAMN YOU SPIKE! GET OFF MY TABLE!"

 

Axis: "I thought Spike was your best friend."

 

Suicide King: "HEY! I paid a lot of money for this suit!"

 

Manson, who is still digging around under the ring, finally pulls out a trash can, with a lid on it, from underneath the ring. Manson takes the trash can lid off of the trash can, and tosses the trash can into the air, over the top rope, into the ring. Manson turns back to Spike, and grabs him by the hair, pulling him off the table. Manson lifts the trash can lid in the air, and slams it down, cracking it over Spike's skull, widening the cut, and knocking Spike back first to the floor.

 

Axis: "What a wicket shot to the head by Manson! So far, Manson has had total control over this match, except when Natasha interfered."

 

Suicide King: "How can I get this blood stain out? Ugh . . . Oh, Axis. I mean, yeah, Spike is getting killed."

 

Axis: "It really makes you think. Can Spike really take Crow in a hardcore type match? If it wasn't for Natasha, I am sure this match would be over right now."

 

Suicide King: "Isn't that why Spike is with Natasha? For her to help him beat Crow at his own game?"

 

Axis: "But can Spike really beat Crow at his own game, when this is Spike's weakness?"

 

Manson tosses the trash can lid aside, and walks over to the steel chair he tossed to the side, leans over, and picks it up. Manson tosses back his pitch black hair, as he stands over Spike Jenkins, who is trying to get onto his hands and knees. Manson lifts the chair above his head, ready to strike it down onto Spike's skull, but Spike dives at Manson, throwing an uppercut, that hit's Manson in the groin. Manson falls to his side, landing on the apron, and holding his groin with his free hand, in pain, with the other hand still holding the chair. Spike gets up to his feet, and sees the opportunity, Spike wipes the blood from his eyes, charges over at the announcers table, leaps onto it, and leaps backwards, driving his foot into the steel chair, smacking it across Manson's face. Manson falls backwards into the ring apron, drops the chair, and falls face first to the floor.

 

Axis: "Spike making the comeback, with that flying kick off our table into the chair!"

 

Suicide King: "Spike has to make the comeback now, and end this match, before he loses some more blood!"

 

Spike gets up to his feet, reaches down, and grabs Manson by his hair, pulling him up to his feet. Spike drag’s Manson past the ring steps, toward the guard rail. Spike turns Manson around, so he is facing Manson's back. Spike wraps his arms around Manson's waist, and lifts him up, as if going for a belly to back suplex, but drops Manson groin first across the guard rail. Manson lets out a yelp, and holds his groin in pain, as Spike walks away. Spike makes his way back around the steel steps, and back over in front of the announcer’s table. Spike leans down, picking up the steel chair, and makes his way back toward Manson. Spike stops, looking around at the crowd around him, wipes the blood from his face, and mockingly tosses it at Manson. Spike wields the chair back, and swings it with all his might, connecting the chair to the side of Manson's face, knocking Manson off the guardrail, and face first to the mat! Spike holds the chair up in victory, as the crowd begins a "Holly-wood *Clap Clap Clap* Holly-wood" chant. Spike tosses the chair into the air, throwing it over the top rope into the ring. Spike walks around, slapping hands with his fellow Californians’ as Manson gets to his knees, and tries to crawl away, with blood soaking down his face from the brutal chair shot.

 

Axis: "And Manson is busted open!"

 

Suicide King: "That was a nasty chair shot by Spike. Now both men are bloody, and are ready to kill each other!"

 

Spike walks around to the crawling Manson, grabbing Manson by the hair, and pulling him up to his knees. Spike pulls back, and begins to repeatedly smash his fist into the open cut on Manson's forehead, drawing more blood, tearing the cut open. After a few right hands, Spike lets go of Manson, allowing Manson to fall face first on the mat, blood gushing from the open wound. Spike starts posing for the fans a bit, before turning back toward Manson. But instead of going after Manson, Spike walks over to the ring, pushes the ring apron to the side, and begins scurrying under the ring, for a new weapon. After several seconds, Spike pulls his head out from underneath the ring, dragging a table out with him, to a small pop from the crowd.

 

Axis: "Uh oh. Spike is pulling out the tables now. Things are about to get interesting."

 

Spike lifts the table up, unhooks the legs, and places it on the floor. Spike walks over to Manson, and grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Manson, from out of nowhere, breaks the hold Spike has on his hair, leans back, and cracks Spike across the face with a right hand. Manson leans back, and cracks another right hand across Spike's face. Spike stumbles back, but Manson pushes him onto the table. Manson gives Spike a few more right hands to the head, keeping him down on the table. Manson walks around the table, up to the steel steps, and makes his way up them, up onto the ring apron. Manson leans back against the turnbuckles, closest to the table. Manson begins to climb backwards up the ropes, until he is standing on the middle rope, looking down at the prone Spike Jenkins laying on the table.

 

Axis: "What is Manson doing?"

 

Suicide King: "Something very brutal and destructive, I bet!"

 

Axis: "If he hits a high risk move now, it could end the match!"

 

Manson leaps off the middle rope, diving toward Spike, and drives his elbow into the chest area of Spike, with both of their body weights breaking the table underneath them!

 

Axis: "A mid-rope elbow drop onto Spike Jenkins through the table, on the outside of the ring!"

 

Suicide King: "Pin him Manson, pin him!"

 

Manson lies there, catching his breath, before turning over, and covering Spike for the pinfall.

 

 

 

One!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three!!!!!...............Natasha jumps on the back of the referee, breaking the count! Natasha scratches at the eyes of the referee, forcing him to stop the count. Manson gets up onto his knees, and looks puzzled at Natasha and the referee. Natasha gets off the referee, and looks at Manson, as they stare off eye to eye. Manson gets up to his feet, as does Natasha. She tries to run away, but Manson grabs her by her hair, and shoves her down face first to the floor hard.

 

Suicide King: "NOT AGAIN!"

 

Manson turns back toward Spike, and calmly walks over to him. He reaches down, and grabs Spike by the back of his head, and pulls him up to his feet. Manson pushes Spike onto the apron, and rolls him into the ring, under the bottom rope. Manson slides in right after Spike, but crawls into the corner, taking a breather, and to think of what to do next.

 

Axis: "Both men are bloody, and have taken a lot out of each other! I don't know how they can go on!"

 

Suicide King: "Hatred. That is what's keeping them going. Pure hatred."

 

Manson pulls himself to his feet, and tosses the bloody hair of his that is stuck over his eyes out of the way, and makes his way to the corner. Manson leans his head against the top turnbuckle, whipping the blood from his eyes, and leaning down, to pick up the trash can, he pulled out before. Manson walks over toward the center of the ring, and places the trash can down on its side. Manson stumbles over to Spike, who is still flat on his back, blood stained all over his face and hair. Manson leans over, grabbing Spike by the back of the head, and pulling him up to his feet. Manson locks Spike in a front face lock, and quickly lifts Spike's arm over the back of his head. Manson pulls what strength he has left, and lifts Spike into the air, in a suplex position, but instead of dropping backwards, he falls forward, driving Spike chest first into the trash can!

 

Suicide King: "Oh Jesus . . . Natasha, help Spike some how!"

 

Axis: "Manson with a Mind Bender to Spike on the trash can!"

 

Manson rolls over onto his back, and climbs up to his feet, looking over at the downed Spike. Manson turns, and walks over to the ropes, where laying is the steel chair that was used to smash both competitors head's wide open. Manson leans down, lifting the chair off the ground, and turns back toward Spike, who is rolling around in pain, but trying to get to his feet. Manson lifts the chair into the air, and ready to slam it into the back of Spike, but from out of nowhere, jumps Natasha onto the apron, grabbing the chair, not allowing Manson to continue.

 

Axis: "I can't believe this! Natasha is getting involved again, right when Spike was about to get destroyed with that chair!"

Suicide King: "Hey, this is a street fight, meaning there are no rules, and Natasha is only protecting her investment!"

 

Manson tries to pull on the chair, but Natasha holds her grip on it, as if her life depended on it. Spike crawls toward his gym bag, which Natasha tossed into the ring earlier. Spike opens the bag, and pulls out a can, and a lighter, before tossing the bag outside of the ring, and crawling back to the spot where he laid when Manson last saw him. Manson struggles, pulling the chair, but Natasha refuses to let go. Manson legs on hand go of the chair leg, and pushes Natasha off the apron, throwing her onto the floor in front of the announcers table

 

Suicide King: "Oh No! Natasha! Let me help you up!"

 

Axis: "Sit down, King! She got involved, so she should have known the consequences!"

 

Suicide King: "All because you don't like girls, Axis, doesn't mean I don't have too!"

Manson turns back toward Spike, who is sitting on his knees, with his upper body face down on the mat. Manson slowly walks over to Spike, and lifts the steel chair above his head, ready to strike down on him. But before he can, Spike quickly rises up onto his knees, holding the lighter in one hand, and the can in the other, and quickly clicks the lighter, a small flame exposed, but Spike sprays whatever is in the can, and the flame becomes a fireball, that hits Manson right in the eyes!!!!! The crowd begins a loud "Holy Shit . . . Holy Shit . . . Holy Shit" chant.

 

Suicide King: "That was great!"

 

Axis: "Spike Jenkins used a lighter, and, what is that . . . ? That's the hair spray he used earlier today to do his hair! I don't believe it!"

 

Suicide King: "That is smart cheating right there. Wait, but he didn't cheat. It's a street fight! Spike Jenkins is the smartest wrestler, in the SJL today!"

 

Manson holds his face, letting out a loud yelp, as he falls backwards into the ropes, screaming his head off. Spike gets up to his feet, as the referee tries to check on Manson, but he is too unstable at the moment. Spike quickly walks over to Manson and the referee, and pushes the referee to the side, leaving Manson alone for him to pick at. Manson stumbles off the ropes, still holding his face in pain, but walks into a waiting Spike, who slips under Manson's arm, and locking his own arm over Manson's opposite shoulder. Spike lifts Manson straight into the air, and drops down, driving Manson back first into the mat, with The Highlighter!

 

Axis: "Highlighter by Spike onto the burned Manson! This could end the match now!"

 

Spike rises to his knees, wipes the blood from his eyes, and sets down on top of Manson, hooking his leg, for the cover.

 

 

 

One . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!

 

 

*Ding Ding Ding*

 

Axis: "I don't believe this . . . "

 

Suicide King: "Spike won! Spike won!"

 

Axis: "But it took a fire ball, and help from Natasha!"

 

Suicide King: "Axis. It was a street fight. No rules. That means Spike won clean! Ha!"

 

Spike rolls off of Manson, and crawls toward the corner, closest to the announcer’s booth, facing the camera. Spike reaches through the ropes, and yells at a worker to hand him a microphone. Some random ring crew member hands him a microphone, and Spike climbs up to his feet, still leaning in the corner.

 

HSJ: "You see that Crow . . . *pant pant* . . . I know you're game, I know what you're going to bring . . . *pant* . . . You have nothing Crow. Nothing!....*pant* . . . It's only a matter of time Crow . . . YOU CAN'T BEAT ME . . . !

 

The crowd explodes at the end of the sentence, as Spike tosses the microphone down onto the floor, with it making a loud thud sound, that echos through the arena. Spike wipes the blood from his eyes, and through his hair, as he drops down to the mat, and rolls out of the ring. Spike walks over to Natasha, who is getting back up to her feet. Spike holds his arm in the air in victory, as he and Natasha walk around the mess of weapons around the ringside, and begin to make their way to the back.

Axis: "Spike Jenkins is out to get Crow, and the SJL World Title. With Natasha at his side, he just might be able to do it!"

 

Suicide King: "Of course he can do it! Tonight proved it. He went into a match that Crow specializes in, and he won! Spike has the talent to beat Crow, and now, he has the advantage, over our dear, world champion."

 

Axis: "Speaking of our world champion, his title defense against the number one contender, Va'aiga, is next!"

[Guest Thoth]

Z's Note: ME edited in! Woo!

 

SJL Wrath comes back from the commercial break and speakers on television sets around the world explode as the crunching thrash metal Testament song ‘Eyes of Wrath’ begins to play. To the heavy music the camera swivels to different sections of the crowd, and as always, numerous fans hold up various signs. Including...

 

‘HHH Fears Flesher!’

 

‘I’m A Victim!’

 

‘Natasha Is Really A Man’

 

And to top it all off...

 

‘Spike Jenkins Likes Hermies’.

 

...And of course, there is a countless amount of generic signs. Settling now, the camera cuts to a bird’s perspective shot of the SJL ring, a fine piece of technology... for a ring that is. It’s not too bouncy yet not too stiff, it’s just right for a great night of wrestling. Most of which has already taken place, even so there’s one final match for the night and we cut over to a shot of the fabled SJL commentators. ‘The Lord of the Shed’ Axis and ‘The Ladies Man’ The Suicide King sit calmly, bantering over the upcoming match...

 

 

“Welcome back to the SJL Wrrraaattthhhh, fans! We’re coming to you LIVE from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California and what a fantastic match we just saw! What a fantastic show it has already been! But now, King, we have something even better for the fans at home.”

 

“Oh that’s right, Axis. We have a World Title match! Crow’s defending his belt against the Maori Dumbass, Va’aiga! What’s the win-loss record for these two?”

 

“Crow has won three of their four encounters I believe, King. So one would think Crow has the advantage going into this match up.”

 

“He may very have the advantage, but let’s not forget that Crow wrestled in the brutal glass ceiling match just last show and it’s obvious he won’t be one hundred precent in this match up.”

 

“That’s very true, King. The last time the two met, Crow was one hundred percent and only just barely got past the Maori Badass. It seems to me, King. If the Antichrist Superstar is going to retain tonight, he has to work harder than he’s ever worked before.”

 

 

The two commentators continue to discuss the match with each other and King manages to make a gay quip, but that is soon stopped as the booming voice of the impeccably dressed Funyon cuts them off.

 

 

“Ladies and gentleman, the following match up is for the SJL World Heavyweight Championship!”

 

 

Funyon stops to allow a large applause from the crowd, before continuing...

 

 

“This match will be straight singles rules, and thus, the match can be won via pinfall, submission or countout. Disqualification applies. Introducing first, the challenger...”

 

 

The arena drops to darkness as the shadow of a Maori Monster appears in the entranceway, concealed by his hooded training top. The bass line of Method Man’s ‘Bring The Pain’ kicks up and instantaneously, red strobe lights begin to pierce through the darkness... and reveal Va’aiga to the crowd. The crowd lets loose an array of varied cheers and chants as the Maori Badass slowly walks down to the ring, throwing a few phantom jabs along the way.

 

 

“Walking down the aisle, from Rotorua, Aotearoa, standing at six foot eight and weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds, this is... VVVVAAAAAAAAA’AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGAAAAAAAA!”

 

 

The crowd erupts with even more cheers as Funyon names the wrestler currently stepping up and through the ropes. Inside the ring, Va'aiga rolls down the hood on his training top and raises his fists to the crowd. He then takes off his top and throws it to a ring assistant before firing off the Maori hand sign.

 

 

“Va’aiga looks bloody intent on turning up and kicking some ass tonight, King.”

 

 

‘Bring The Pain’ fades out and there is nothing but silence omitting from the arena speakers, that is, until...

 

 

“WAIT FOR CHAOS! WAIT FOR WARFARE! AT THE POINT OF NO RETURN! BLEED FOR MONEY! BLEED FOR JUSTICE! GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL WITH A WOUNDED SOOOUUUULLLL!”

 

 

...Soilwork’s thrash metal hit “Natural Born Chaos” explodes through the arena speakers and whips the Californian crowd into a gigantic roar of cheers! A moment later, emerging from behind the entrance curtain with SJL World Heavyweight Title on his shoulder is... The Antichrist Superstar, Crow! He stands on the stage, unlit cigarette in his mouth, gold zippo lighter in hand. To the climaxing music, Crow ignites the lighter... and sets off two flaming rows down the side of the ramp! He lights the Dunhill Red in his mouth and takes a large drag, which he inhales very quickly. Crow cocks his head to the right, then to the left... and then throws it back whilst exhaling and throwing his arms horizontal in the crucifix pose! The champion drops his arms and begins to walk down to the ring.

 

 

“Coming down the aisle, hailing from Anchorage, Alaska, standing six foot two and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, he is your World Heavyweight Champion... CCCCRRRRROOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!”

 

 

The crowd cheers even louder, the response is almost deafening. The Antichrist Superstar slowly strides up the steel steps, climbs through the second and third ropes and steps into the ring where the huge frame of the Maori Badass stands. Va’aiga scowls and grins, his eyes focused completely on Crow and more specifically then SJL title belt. Crow hands his belt over to referee Matthew Kivell and notices the stare, in response he simply looks straight back at the Maori. Neither wrestler is intimidated their opponent’s piercing gaze, and the crowd begins to clap in anticipation of the start of the match.

 

 

“An intense moment right here, King. Looks like Crow is going to wrestle with his button up shirt on tonight, he’s probably covering up some scars or stitches resulting from his match on Metal.”

 

“And if Va’aiga is smart enough, which I doubt, he will pick up on this and try to exploit this weakness.”

 

 

The two men approach each other in the ring...

 

 

*DING! DING! DING!*

 

 

...and the first punch is fired by the Antichristian Phenomenon! Va’aiga immediately responds with a punch of his own! Albeit a little bit rocked by the Maori power, Crow throws another right hand at Va’aiga’s face! This does nothing but make the Maori Badass grin... and he throws a big right hand, nailing a direct hit to Crow’s face! Va’aiga keeps laying the ‘smackdown’ until Crow has backed himself against the ropes, leaning against them to keep upright. Latching a forearm, Va’aiga sends his opponent into the opposing ropes with an Irish whip. Crow comes off as the Maori Badass extends his arm outright for a lariat... but no, it’s ducked! The Antichrist Superstar keeps running and bounces off the ropes once again, this time Va’aiga bends over, looking to hit a back body drop. It’s not to be though as Crow manages to halt his run and hit an uplifting kick that causes Va’aiga’s upper body to be sent back up vertical. Crow rears his arm back...

 

 

*SMACK!*

 

“Woooooooooooo!”

 

 

Knife edge chop from the SJL Champion! The crowd moans in sympathy for the Maori, but he doesn’t need it, as the chop did little to affect him. Crow notices this and rears his arm back again...

 

 

*SMACK!*

 

“Woooooooooooooo!”

 

 

...and hits another knife edge chop, this one more cracking than the previous! It’s still no use as Va’aiga doesn’t acknowledge the chop once again! Seeking some momentum to hit an even more cracking knife edge chop, Crow backs up to the ropes and bounces off... but Va’aiga throws his arm out and smacks him down with a heavy lariat! Va’aiga drops down and hooks the leg, going for the early cover...

 

 

ONE!

 

 

.

 

 

..

 

 

...

 

 

NOOOOOOOO!

 

 

“And Crow kicks out early in this match up. It’s gonna take more than a clothesline to put the champion down for the three, Va’aiga.”

 

“I told you he was a dumbass, Axis.”

 

 

Not arguing the count, the Maori Badass grabs a clump of blackened locks and pulls Crow back up to a standing base, and with a latch onto the arm, whips him into the corner. The Antichrist Superstar runs face first into the turnbuckles and stumbles out backwards. Va’aiga is quick to take the advantage and locks Crow in a rear waistlock...

 

...and throws him overhead in a german suplex! NO! Crow counters out of the german suplex and lands on his feet! Va’aiga knows Crow countered and hastily gets up and turns around... but it’s too late as he feels nothing but a big boot connect against his side! The champion nailed a stiff roundhouse kick! Following up, he fires another roundhouse kick, this time directing it to connect with the side of Va’aiga’s left knee! The kick causes the Maori to drop to one knee and Crow capitalises by rearing his right leg back... and nailing another roundhouse kick! This one cleanly cracking Va’aiga in the side of the head! Va’aiga falls face first to the ground and grabs quickly goes for the cover...

 

 

ONE!

 

 

.

 

 

..

 

 

...

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

NOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

“And Va’aiga kicks out of a stiff Das Wunder Kick! Any normal man would be out after a shot like that, but not this Badass Maori.”

 

“Pffft. He still went down, therefore he ain’t Badass. I’m badass, dammit.”

 

 

The Antichristian Phenomenon lifts Va’aiga back to a standing base. Immediately, Crow grabs the back of Va’aiga’s head and drops down to his knees, driving the challenger’s jaw into the top of his head with the chinbreaker! The Maori Badass jettisons up, flies backward and finds himself leaning against the ropes. Crow approaches Va’aiga...

 

*SMACK!*

 

“Woooooooooooooooo!”

 

....and unleashes a brutal knife edge chop! The Maori Monster though, doesn’t acknowledge the chop... instead, it acts as a wake up call. Attempting to stop the awakening, Crow throws a right hand at his opponent’s face... but Va’aiga just throws one right back! The blow rocks the champion and its force sends him stumbling back in the center of the ring. Charging in, Va’aiga nails Crow with a huge left hand, and this blow sends him flying back into the ropes! The Maori has the intent of murder and stalks towards Crow, but no! The Antichrist Superstar sneaks in a toe kick that nails Va’aiga in the stomach and causes him to double over! Crow applies a front face lock, and steps up the ropes behind him until he’s on the third...

 

...and he jumps off, swinging to the right – trying for the Murderous DDT! But it’s not to be as Va’aiga manages to ground Crow and stop his head from behind driven into the canvas! The two men struggle... Crow tries to jump up but is grounded once again by Va’aiga and gets thrown overheard in a release northern lights suplex! The Champion lands hard on the canvas and jettisons back up, clutching at his back. The Maori Badass though, quickly runs over and pushes Crow’s shoulders to the mat and hooks the lateral press.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

.

 

 

..

 

 

...

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

.

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

NOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

Not happy with his opponent kicking out, Va’aiga throws a closed fist punch! The punch hits Crow directly in the nose, and blood starts to trickle out... the Maori hooks the leg again!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

.

 

 

..

 

 

...

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

.

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

.NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

Va’aiga doesn’t like the count and claps his hands together three times, telling referee Matty Kivell that’s what it was. While the Maori is distracted for a moment, Crow begins to crawl away... his back is still hurting from the northern lights suplex.

 

 

“Crow manages to kick out, but it looks like he’s a little bit worse for wear right about now, King. He’s clutching at his back again.”

 

“Well, Axis. If your brain wasn’t in your dysfunctional leg, you’d remember that Crow’s back took quite a beating on Metal, it had a lot of glass penetrate the flesh. It’s obviously his weak spot, and I think Va’aiga is starting to realise this.”

 

 

As if taking instructions from the Suicide King, Va’aiga lunges at Crow and starts throwing wild punches upon his back. The champion’s back is taking a pounding, each blow causes him to yelp out in pain and to his horror, it doesn’t seem like the Maori is going to stop anytime soon. Wrenching the Antichrist Superstar back up, Va’aiga applies a standing headscissors. He wraps his arms around Crow’s waist... and gutwrenches him up into the air! It’s powerbomb time!

 

...

 

Or so we thought. The champion manages to slide out of the potential powerbomb and lands on his feet in front of the huge Maori frame. Not wasting anytime, Crow drops down and takes Va’aiga over in a drop toe hold. Running to his right and bouncing off the ropes, Crow jumps into the air, somersaults... and eats nothing but canvas! Va’aiga moved out of the way of Crow’s running somersault senton! Some wounds on the champion’s back begin to bleed...

 

 

“Ooooh! Va’aiga avoids the somersault senton! And he’s already countered out of the Murderous DDT! Looks like Va’aiga has been doing his homework.”

 

“That or he’s learnt from previous encounters, he knows what Crow is going to do now. Or, as I believe, he’s just pulling it out of his dumb ass.”

 

 

Showing no mercy, the Maori Badass picks Crow up the hair and scoops him up in the stomach-horizontal-across-chest position! He’s going for the Maori Drop! NO! Va’aiga doesn’t slam Crow down for the move, instead he drops down to one knee and drives Crow’s back across his leg! A modified pendulum backbreaker!

 

 

“OOOOOOOOOHHH!”

 

 

The crowd winces as the Antichrist Superstar cries out in agony, more wounds in his back are starting to open up and bleed... Va’aiga drops him down and goes for the cover!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

.

 

 

..

 

 

...

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

.

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

..NOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

 

“And our SJL champion kicks out at two and three quarters! King, so far in this match up, Va’aiga has been dominating, Crow really to do something to get back into the match.”

 

“You’re right, Axis. You can see Va’aiga has found Crow’s weak spot now, and I don’t expect he’s going to work around it. He’s going to work on it!”

 

 

Wasting no time, Va’aiga picks Crow up via the hair and Irish whips him into the corner. The power behind the whip causes the Antichristian Phenomenon to hit his back HARD against the turnbuckles, so hard in fact that it sends him face down into the mat! Crow lets out a cry and clutches at his back, the blood is now flowing quite a bit and his black shirt is sticking to his skin. The Maori Badass taunts the crowd...

 

 

“TURN UP, KICK ASS!”

 

 

...and walks over to his opponent’s fallen form. Roughly, Va’aiga grabs onto Crow’s blackened locks with both his hands and throws him up against the turnbuckle. Following up, the Maori thrusts his boot into Crow’s throat and starts to choke him! The champion’s feet begin to flail and kick wildly, as he desperately tries to escape the move. Referee Matty Kivell starts the five count...

 

 

“ONE!”

 

“TWO!”

 

“THREE!”

 

“FOUR!”

 

“FIVE! LET GO OF THE HOLD!”

 

 

Va’aiga isn’t letting go the choke hold though, and this induces Kivell to step in and physically push the Maori’s leg off of Crow’s throat!

 

 

“That’s quite unlike Matty to do that.”

 

“Maybe he grew some balls overnight.”

 

 

Va’aiga is a little angered by this and turns around to have a stern word, Kivell though, thinks the Maori is going to deck him and begs off.

 

 

“Or not.”

 

 

The challenger has his back to Crow whilst he has his stern mongrel words, thinking that he’s safe because his opponent is temporarily incapacitated. It’s never wise to turn your back on the Antichrist Superstar though, as he realises his imminent doom and knows he has to change his match plan! Va’aiga has beaten him out so far in this match, and he has to change things up and attack with a new game plan. With a surge of energy thought lost, Crow runs forward and dives his shoulder into the back of Va’aiga’s left knee, taking him down onto the canvas with a knee clip! The Maori Badass is caught off guard by this move and falls forward into the mat. Following up, the champion grabs Va’aiga left ankle and lifts it towards the heavens...

 

...and drives the knee down into the mat! He lifts it again, this time a bit higher... and drives the knee down into the canvas once again! Stopping with the second knee slam, Crow lifts Va’aiga up and stands to the side of him. The champion waistlocks his opponent with his right arm and bends the left leg of the Maori with his free up.

 

 

“He’s got him set up for Shinbreaker, King. Looks like Crow is trying to take out Va’aiga’s left leg and slow him down!”

 

 

But NO! Va’aiga elbows Crow in the side of the head with his left arm! The champion staggers but still has the move set up, and tries to lift... but he can’t do as Va’aiga unleashes a blistering elbow! The Maori Badass pushes himself out of Crow’s clutch and gets a small run up...

 

 

*CRACK!*

 

 

...and the champion across the chest with a vicious lariat! The force of the blow sends Crow upper back and neck first to the canvas. Taking a moment before continuing to unleash violence upon Crow, Va’aiga lifts his left leg in the air and shakes off the soreness. Whilst Crow may have only lightly assaulted it, it still had its effect and there is some soreness there. Va’aiga sucks it up and wrenches the Antichristian Phenomenon to a standing base, and with a latch of the arm, Irish whips him into the ropes. He looks to hit another lariat, but out of sheer instinct, Crow manages to duck under the arm and continuing running. The champion comes off the opposing ropes and jumps into the air, going for the running body press... but no! Va’aiga catches Crow in the mid and throws him overhead in the Exploder suplex!

 

 

“EEEEEEEXXXXXXXXXXXXXPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!”

 

“... what the? I think Axis is turning Japanese.”

 

“I’m not, King, it was just a great counter by Va’aiga! He stumped Crow once again, he knew what Crow was gonna do and made the best of a bad situation!”

 

 

Va’aiga jumps straight back up to his feet and plays to the crowd...

 

 

“MY HOUSE!”

 

 

...yet he doesn’t go for the cover afterwards. He has something else in mind, something more sadistic... something more violent. The Antichrist Superstar landed back first on the canvas once again, and he cries out as his blood begins to stain the mat through his shirt. Show casing his power, Va’aiga wraps his arms around Crow’s arms and upper body and lifts him up into the air deadweight...

 

...

 

...and starts applying pressure! The Maori Badass has got a Bearhug locked on and is SQUEEZING the life out of his opponent. The champion starts crying out in agony as he feels the pressure on the bones and wounds in his back. He struggles with all of his might, but Va’aiga’s clutch is far too strong and tight for the Antichrist Superstar to escape. The pain is becoming too much and eventually... the champion stops struggling... and passes out! Matthew Kivell moves in and Va’aiga loosens the hold for a moment to allow the referee to get Crow’s arm out of there and do the three drops count. He raises Crow’s arm in the air...

 

 

...

 

 

IT DROPS!

 

 

“ONE!”

 

 

He raises it once again....

 

 

...

 

 

IT DROPS!

 

 

“TWO!”

 

 

Kivell raises Crow’s arm for the third and final time...

 

 

.

 

 

..

 

 

...

 

 

NNNNOOOOOOO!

 

 

“CROW GETS THE ARM BACK UP! It’s not over yet, King!”

 

 

Now that one of his arms is free, Crow can start fighting his way out of the bearhug. The Antichrist Superstar fires a brutal right hand to Va’aiga’s face! But Va’aiga’s not letting go, he continues to squeeze on the bearhug! Crow cries out and in retaliation fires by a few quick fire punches! The Maori STILL won’t let go of the bearhug though! The champion thinks back to his heelish days and pulls out something we haven’t seen for a while...

 

 

“What the hell was that, Axis!? Did he just bite Va’aiga’s nose!”

 

“He did, King! Crow bit Va’aiga’s nose and has gotten out of the move!”

 

“That’s disgraceful, I usually like cheating but when this guy does and the fans LIKE it, it disgusts me!”

 

 

The Maori Badass scowls at Crow and throws him backward into the ropes. Va’aiga holds his nose with his right hand and scowls once again whilst Matthew Kivell admonishes the Antichristian Phenomenon for such a tactic. The challenger is fuming now and before Crow can react, he charges forward and spears him through the ropes! Both men are taken to the outside and even before they have a chance to get up, Kivell starts shouting at both of them to get it back into the ring. The Maori Monster is the first man to get back up to his feet, and without much delay, he starts to get a little bit violent. Grabbing a clump of Crow’s blackened locks, Va’aiga pulls him up and latches onto an arm...

 

...

 

...and Irish whips him into the steel steps! The Antichrist Superstar runs knee first into the steps and the force behind the whip sends him flipping over and...

 

 

*THWACK!*

 

 

...is the noise that echoes through the arena as Crow lands back first on the thinly protected floor! The champion crawls over to the railing and uses it in attempt to get back up to a standing base before Va’aiga can get to him. It’s no use though as before Crow can even begin to stand up properly the Maori is standing above him and looking down. The challenger lifts Crow up, turns around...

 

 

...

 

 

..

 

 

.

 

 

AND SCOOP SLAMS HIM ACROSS THE TOP OF THE STEEL STEPS!

 

 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!”

 

“Good god I’m not a commie! Va’aiga just slammed Crow across the steel steps, and that cannot, absolutely CANNOT bode well for the champion’s back!”

 

“Well, no shit, Sherlock! The Maori Badass has dominated this match, and I’m afraid, if Crow doesn’t pull a miracle comeback out of his ass, he’s going to lose his belt!”

 

 

Kivell demands the two wrestlers get back in the ring. Va’aiga pulls Crow off the steels steps and slides him back into the ring, then quickly follows himself. The Maori jumps back to his feet and grabbing a clump of Crow’s blackened locks, he lifts him up to a standing base. With a latch onto the arm he Irish whips the champion into the ropes. The Antichrist Superstar comes off the ropes... and ducks under a wild clothesline thrown by the Maori Badass! Grabbing onto the Maori’s arm to slow his momentum, Crow swings around his opponent’s back and in one fluid motion, ends up on the other side, applies a front face lock and DRIVES Va’aiga’s head down into the canvas with a jump swinging DDT! Reacting quickly, Va’aiga jumps back up and charges toward Crow with his left boot outstretched...

 

...but the Antichristian Phenomenon was ready for it and sidesteps the Yakuza kick! Crow’s using his speed to his advantage at this present moment and the Maori is trying to keep up. Va’aiga turns around and tries for the Yakuza Kick again... nooo! Crow catches the Maori Badass’ left leg and twists it, whipping him down to the mat in the devastating Dragon Screw leg whip! Va’aiga cries out as the pain he thought gone comes rushing back into his left knee and the champion can sense this. Following up, Crow stands on Va’aiga’s right leg and holds the left leg up in the air with both of his arms...

 

 

...

 

 

THEN HE FALLS BACKWARDS AND PULLS BACK ON VA’AIGA’S LEG IN AN ATTEMPT TO PULL IT OUT OF JOINT!

 

The Maori Badass shouts in agony and slams his arms against the canvas in frustration! Va’aiga has shown Crow no mercy all through the match and this generousity is going to be repaid... in full. The Antichrist Superstar stands up again and applies the same set up...

 

...and falls backwards once again, trying to pull the knee out of joint!

 

 

“Ooh! Another knee stretch from Crow! Excellent strategy from Crow here, if you can’t beat out fight or out brawl your opponent, take out his legs and ground him.”

 

“That’s right, Axis. It all goes back to what I said before, Va’aiga has learnt from previous encounters against Crow and knows the moves he’s gonna pull out. But what happens when Crow starts to deviate from normal offence?”

 

“Excellent point, King. From memory, I can’t remember Crow employing any leg-related strategy in their previous matches.”

 

 

Crow stands back up from his knee stretch manoeuvre and lifts Va’aiga leg up once again, but this time he does not stand on the other or pull backwards in attempt to pull out the knee joint. Instead, the champion somersaults forward, pulling the Maori’s leg into his chest in typical Bret Hart fashion! Wasting no time, Crow jumps back up... and does it again! Va’aiga shouts out and throws his hands down to his and begins clutching at it, the pain is now fully back and is shooting through out his entire leg. The Antichrist Superstar isn’t showing any mercy whatsoever, and immediately follows up his leg assault... with more assaulting. Dragging Va’aiga by the left boot towards the rope, he places it up on the second rope and drops an elbow down on the elevated knee! The champion places it back on the second rope... and drops an elbow down on the elevated knee! Clutching the Maori’s boots, Crow moves him back into the center of the ring...

 

...and twirls his finger in the air, signalling for the Figure Four leg lock! Crow grabs Va’aiga’s left leg and spins around it... but wait! The Maori Badass pushes his right boot into the champion’s bottom and sends him flying face first into the corner! Crow hits his head hard against the top turnbuckle and slumps forward against the corner in a daze, this momentary incapacitation allows Va’aiga to hobble back up to a standing base. Va’aiga limps forward and pulls Crow out of the corner, hooks a leg laterally and backdrops him over!

 

...

 

NO!

 

The Antichristian Phenomenon flips out of the backdrop and lands on his feet behind the Maori Badass! Crow applies a waistlock, but Va’aiga fires a couple of elbows back and spin-hobbles around, countering with a rear waistlock of his own! Wait! He unlocks the waistlock and shifts up to an inverted face lock!

 

 

“Are we going to see the Pacific Driver, King!? This could take Crow out once and for all, and I don’t want to even know what the damage to his back will be like!”

 

“If he gets this, he’s got the match won! And Axis, Crow’s back is already fucked, look at his shirt! It’s SOAKED with blood!”

 

 

Va’aiga lifts Crow up...

 

 

.

 

 

..

 

 

...

 

 

NOOOOOOOOOO! CROW SLIDES OUT OF THE MOVE AND TAKES VA’AIGA DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A REVERSE DDT!

 

COVER!!!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

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...

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

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..

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

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..

 

 

 

...NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

“THE MAORI BADASS KICKS OUT OF THE REVERSE DDT COUNTER! Crow escaped his doom and countered with a huge move, but Va’aiga kicked out!”

 

“How!? How!?”

 

 

The Antichrist Superstar slumps off Va’aiga and clutches at his black hair, he cannot believe that his opponent kicked out. Crow stands back up, jumps in the air and extends the leg... and nails the leg drop across the Maori’s chest! The champion stands back up and walks over to the corner, and whilst Va’aiga begins to stir slightly, he begins to climb up to the top rope...

 

 

“Crow is now up top, he’s waiting for Va’aiga to get back to his feet...”

 

 

...

 

 

..

 

 

.

 

 

And the Maori has stumbled up! Crow jumps off the turnbuckle, bunching his legs and kicking them out on Va’aiga’s back! The challenger is sent face first into mat and winds up on all fours! The Antichrist Superstar cringes from the landing, but gets back to his feet as quickly as he can, and following up his dropkick, rushes towards Va’aiga. He wraps Va’aiga’s right arm around his leg, grabs the left arm, and hops over – pinning the Maori’s shoulders to the mat with the La Majistral cradle!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

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...

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

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..

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

.

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

...

 

NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

“The Maori Badass is in trouble here, Crow’s turning up the heat now and is looking to get the win!”

 

“It’s not over until the fat lady sings, Axis! Va’aiga can still come back and steal this!”

 

 

Va’aiga is lifted up to a standing base, and with a latch onto the arm, Crow sends him hobbling into the corner with an Irish whip. The Maori hits the turnbuckles back first and the ring literally moves from its position, and just as Va’aiga hits, Crow starts charging towards him. The champion jumps into the air and tries for a running body press... but no! Va’aiga slips out of the way and Crow’s face slams into the turnbuckles, causing his to stumble back out... and get his shoulders pinned to the mat in a school boy cradle!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

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...

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

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..

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

.

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

“Ooooooooh!! That was so close! Crow was taken by surprise there and Va’aiga almost got the victory!”

 

“I don’t think Va’aiga’s happy with the count, and to be honest, neither am I. He wants to finish the match quickly, so no more damage is done to his left leg.”

 

 

The Maori Badass is obviously angry, and reacting violently, he wraps his huge hands around Crow’s throat and grasps as tightly as possible. The Antichrist Superstar would be crying out in pain, but the pressure on his throat only allows him to let out noises which resemble as Va’aiga lifts him up into the air! The referee starts the count for an illegal chokehold...

 

 

“ONE!”

 

“TWO!”

 

“THREE!”

 

“FOUR!”

 

“FIVE! LET GO OUT THE HOLD!”

 

 

And well, Va’aiga lets go of the chokehold... by throwing Crow back first into the turnbuckles! The champion cries out in pain as a Maori hand latches onto his arm and sends him running into the opposing corner. Va’aiga is limping heavily, but he sucks it up and charges after Crow, but the champion uses his momentum to his advantage and steps up on the second rope, turns around and sits himself on the top turnbuckle! The Antichrist Superstar manages to get his boot up in time to catch the charging Maori Badass in the face and send him stumbling back a couple of steps. Climbing him back into a front face lock, Crow twirls his finger in the air, signalling for the Murderous DDT!

 

 

“It’s time for another Murderous DDT!”

 

“Another? He didn’t hit the previous one, he never does! You’d think he’d learn that it doesn’t work!”

 

 

Crow swings off the turnbuckles and begins to take Va’aiga down to the ground, but he is once again grounded! There’s not much of a struggle this as the Maori quickly punches his way out of the front face lock and scoops Crow up to a stomach-horizontal-across-chest position...

 

 

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..

 

 

...

 

 

AND HITS A MAORI DROP! COVER!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

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...

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

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...

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

.

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

“And it looks like we have a new champion!”

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

 

NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

 

 

 

“WHAT!? CROW KICKED OUT OF THE MAORI DROP! HE KICKED OUT OF THE MAORI DROP!”

 

“Do it again, Va’aiga! Pick him up and hit the RUNNING MAORI DROP! NOBODY kicks out of that!”

 

 

But Va’aiga does not do that, instead he hooks Crow’s leg laterally again and tries for another cover!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

.

 

 

..

 

 

...

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

.

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

.

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

 

 

 

And he tries for another cover, but Crow kicks out just before three once again! Va’aiga drops an elbow on Crow in disgust and starts screaming at referee Matthew Kivell. After almost a minute of verbal assault upon Kivell’s ears, Va’aiga suddenly stops screaming and goes silent... he has an idea. Standing up and turning his back to his stirring opponent, the Maori Badass slowly but surely climbs up the turnbuckles. He’s taking it slow, because his left knee is weak after Crow attacked it... but eventually he stands on the top rope! Albeit a little bit shakily, but he’s up there!

 

 

“I think he’s gonna go for the Frog Splash, King! I don’t believe we’ve seen this before in the SJL!”

 

 

Facing the crowd, he screams...

 

 

“MY HOUSE!”

 

 

...and the phrase arouses a huge stir from the fans! Va’aiga turns around, looking to go for his rare frog splash manoeuvre...

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

.

 

 

 

BUT CROW IS ON HIS FEET AND PULLS VA’AIGA LEFT LEG OUT FROM UNDER HIM AND TWISTS HIM DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A DRAGON SCREW LEG WHIP!

 

The Maori Badass lands on his back, close to the middle of the ring after getting taken down by the move! The Antichrist Superstar immediately follows it up by holding up Va’aiga’s leg, stepping in between, crossing the legs over and placing him in the Sharpshooter!

 

 

“Crow’s got the Sharpshooter locked on! And Va’aiga’s in absolute agony right now, the pain shooting through his left leg must be excruciating!”

 

“Wait, Axis! He’s crawling towards the ropes, he’s gonna get to the ropes!”

 

 

Summoning all of his Maori strength, the Badass is clawing his away across the ring trying to reach the ropes that are ever so far away! He’s getting closer...

 

 

...

 

 

Only five feet to go!

 

 

...

 

 

FOUR!

 

 

...

 

 

THREE!

 

 

...

 

 

TWO!

 

 

...

 

 

ONE!

 

 

...

 

VA’AIGA’S FINGERS ARE BRUSHING THE LAYER OF AIR AROUND THE ROPES!

 

 

...

 

 

..

 

 

.

 

 

NOOOOOOOOO! CROW PULLS VA’AIGA BACK INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING AND CINCHES BACK EVEN MORE ON THE SHARPSHOOTER! The Maori Badass is scowling at the pain, scowling at Crow and scowling at his inability to reach the ropes.

 

 

 

.

 

 

 

..

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

*TAP! TAP! TAP!*

 

“Ring the bell!”

 

*DING! DING! DING!*

 

 

“And that’s all she wrote, King!”

 

“The winner of this bout and STILL the SJL World Heavyweight Champion... CCCCRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!”

 

 

The Antichrist Superstar breaks the hold as soon as the bell rings and hurriedly rushes to the outside, grabbing his cigarettes off the timekeeper and lighting one of the suckers up. The Maori Badass lies in the ring, clutching at his left knee...

 

 

“What a match, King! What a great world title match! It’s the way I like to see it, no stipulations, just good ol simple straight singles, one on one match. And these two did not disappoint.”

 

“I must admit, Axis. I was sceptical about this match at first, I thought it was going to be boring, as all matches that don’t include Spike Jenkins are. But I was surprised by some great wrestling.”

 

“Great wrestling indeed. The match started out rather evenly, that is until Va’aiga started to dominate. I must agree with what you said, King. Va’aiga has obviously learnt from previous matches against Crow, and it showed through his ability to counter Crow’s standard offensive barrage.”

 

“I told you, Axis. I guess you’re just too stupid to pick up on these things.”

 

“... Anyway, Crow managed to sneak in a small attack on Va’aiga’s leg during the middle of the match and this became quite important later. It gave him a focus, a focus that he jumped on and attacked without mercy. And well, it ended up costing the Maori Badass the match.”

 

“Agreed. If his left knee wasn’t weakened so much he would have been able to climb those ropes quicker, and most likely, would have nailed the Frog Splash.”

 

“But it was not to be as Crow defeated the Va’aiga with the sharpshooter. That’s all from us tonight fans, tune in next show for more exciting wrestling action. Good night and that’s a wrap...”

 

 

Fade out to SJL logo.

 

 

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Edited June 2, 2003 by realitycheck