SJL Wrath, June 15th, 2003

[Guest realitycheck]

Card:

 

#1 CONTENDERSHIP - SJL TELEVISION TITLE

Shawn Tybalt vs. David Blazenwing

Description: Rookie Shawn Tybalt was victorious on Metal against Cassius Atkinson. One more win will earn him a shot at the TV title! But he'll have to best the soundly established Blazenwing to do it.

Rules: Standard singles match.

 

GLOBAL CHAOS SINGLES MATCH

"Canadian Thunder" Chris Trepanier vs. English Dragon

Description: English Dragon unfortunately lost his title on Metal and is looking to avoid a losing streak. Here the Englishman takes on the Canadian, Chris Trepanier, in a match of global chaos! (No, they're not going to play Risk.)

Rules: Standard singles match.

 

SJL TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP

Leo Breslin © vs. Jimmy "The Demon" Liston

Description: Leo Breslin became the third two-time (two-time!) TV champion in SJL history with his win over English Dragon on Metal. Breslin won't have time to celebrate, however, as he puts the belt on the line against #1 contender Jimmy Liston.

Rules: Standard singles match.

 

HANDICAP MATCH

John Duran vs. "The Extreme Solution" Johnathan Clarke & Dan "The Phoenix" Caldwell

Description: Well, the epic contest Grappler vs. Duran I was my pick for Match of the Night. These two definitely want to go at it again, and deserve to. Unfortunately, Grappler's busy with his latest challenger to the European title, so it'll have to wait. In the meantime, Duran will tangle with two recent additions to the SJL. Clarke and Caldwell are looking to keep their momentum after a big assist in Scott Solomon's gauntlet win over Spike Jenkins back on Crimson. Can they work together to defeat Duran?

Rules: Standard rules. Clarke and Caldwell must tag in and out. Don't forget the tag ropes.

 

WE'RE GOING TO KEEP DOING THIS UNTIL WE GET IT RIGHT - SUBMISSION MATCH

"Hollywood" Spike Jenkins vs. Manson

Description: Well, not much came of Spike and Manson's scheduled inferno match. Well, if they won't set each other on fire, maybe they'll be more inclined to force each other into unconsciousness. The fans want to see it, dammit!

Rules: No disqualification or count out. Competitors can only win by submission.

 

SJL EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP

Charlie "Grappler" Matthews © vs. Scott Solomon

Description: Solomon followed up his victory over Spike Jenkins with a big triple threat win on Metal. Solomon, we're still taking your request for a World title contendership match under advisement. In the meantime, here's the match you definitely earned: a European title shot against the seemingly unstoppable Charlie Matthews. Good luck, dude...

Rules: Standard singles match.

 

 

MAIN EVENT

SJL WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP

TITLE VS. CAREER - HIGH STAKES CAGE MATCH

Crow © vs. Va'aiga

Description: The stakes don't get any higher. Va'aiga has cashed in everything he's worth in the SJL - including his career! - for one more shot at Crow and the SJL World Championship. Their last battle, and possibly the Maori's last appearance on SWF television, will take place in a steel cage and is not to be missed! I can't possibly hype this match any more than these two already have! You saw the contract signing. It's on now!

Rules: This is a steel cage match. Competitors can only win by pinfalls or submissions (NOT by escaping the cage). There is also a 20 minute time limit in effect. If no winner is determined after 20 minutes, the match will be declared a draw, and Crow will retain the title. If Va'aiga loses this match, his SWF developmental contract will be terminated (i.e., he retires).

[Guest realitycheck]

Axis: Before we get to our matches, I’m afraid we have an unwelcome guest about to appear in the ring.

King: I want to hear what he has to say, Axis! Don’t be so rude!

 

“Land of Hope and Glory” plays as English Dragon walks down to the ring…the fans greet him with a mixture of indifference and hostility as he jumps up to the apron, wiping his feet before entering and taking a microphone from an SJL official. Dragon looks at it doubtfully, and produces a handkerchief from his tights which he uses to wipe down the mic.

 

Satisfied, Dragon looks up and out to the crowd before beginning to speak.

 

“Greetings!”

 

The crowd starts to boo, already annoyed by his upper class English accent.

 

“I know, I know, you’re excited to see me! In a greasy place like this, I must be like…a god to you people!”

 

Bigger boos.

 

“And, I must apologise. I’ve been here in the SJL for a few weeks now, and I havn’t taken the time to talk to you, my loyal fans. You must understand how busy I am- the lifestyle I’m accustomed to. And of course, I had my obligations as a champion to attend to when I one the SJL Television title.”

 

The crowd hisses.

 

“Yes…I was a fine champion, you’re quite right. Until that thug, Leo Breslin, put me through a bloody table last week and stole my belt!”

 

The crowd cheers!

 

“I’m glad you agree with me- it was truly a terrible thing, and no way to treat a gentleman. But today is a new day, and tonight brings a new match. I believe it is against a Canadian. Chris Panhandler, or some sort. Well, Canadians aren’t so bad. Not so fat, lazy and ignorant as you Americans.”

 

Crowd rumbles with fury.

 

Axis: This man makes we sick.

 

“They are even members of the Commonwealth. But, I’m afraid, they live far too close to your country not to have been corrupted. So, Christopher, my friend, I will have to remind you tonight of what being a man is all about. I don’t want to put you in a wheelchair, but it probably can’t be helped. After tonight…well, I might take the Television Title back. Leo Breslin…bloody stupid man! I’m more scared of my own shadow than I am of him.

I might decide to become European Champion- after all, who could be a better champion of Europe than I? That Grappler fellow sounds like a bit of a dolt, beating him would be easy.

Yes, things look good for myself here. Even though I must endure the company of you people every….single….day….”

 

Dragon shakes his head and sighs.

 

“It will be worth it. Every time I beat one of you, every time I wear one of your championship belts…you’ll feel what I felt when an….*shudders* American beat me in my very own home town, and took all my championships away!”

 

The crowd laughs and cheers!

Axis: Hehehe…

King: The man lost all his gold, Axis! Have some compassion!

 

Dragon listens to the laughter, and shudders again.

 

“Thank you…I’m glad you share my pain. Trepanier, you will share it too. You and every man and woman in the SWF. The British Empire held onto the globe with power and control for longer than this hotchpotch of a country has even been in existence. My own Empire is only just beginning. This show, Wrath? Apropros…feel my wrath. It will befall you all.’

 

Dragon throws down the mic and jumps out of the ring…receiving a solid wall of boos but waving cheerfully to the crowd on both sides of the walkway as he makes his way back to the lockerooms.

 

Axis: Well…I knew the English Dragon was a cheat, I didn’t know he was so unstable.

King: Axis, this is the SJL. Everyone’s unstable!

Axis: It’s time to get some wrasslin’ , folks!

Edited June 16, 2003 by Thoth

[Guest realitycheck]

Axis: Welcome back to S. J. L. Wrath as we get ready for our first match of the night as "The Rebel" Shawn Tybalt takes on David Blazenwing for the number one contendership of the Television title. This will be an interesting matcha as Tybalt and Blazenwing are very different wrestlers.

 

King: But both are very fascinating people. Let's just say I'm looking for a good match.

 

Axis: Maybe so, King. Let's see if Shawn Tybalt if can follow in the footsteps of his old friend Scott Solomon and pick up the title shot tonight.

 

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, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds, he is "The Rebel", Shawn TYBALT!!!

 

Tybalt rolls in to the ring as Dangeress starts up the stairs. Tybalt stomps across the ring, climbs the far turnbuckle, then throws a couple of crotch chops at the crowd. The audience boos as Shawn Tybalt just smiles in the ring.

 

King: That man knows how to make an entrance.

 

Axis: The fans would disagree with you there, King. They really seem to despise Shawn Tybalt so far in his career in S. J. L.

 

"Dead I am the one, Exterminating son

Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze"

 

As this plays, the lights in the arena fade to black.

 

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

Devil on your back, I can never die! "

 

The stage explodes in a fiery fury as the chorus of "Dragula" by Rob Zombie hits.

 

"Dig through the ditches

And Burn through the witches

I slam in the back of my

Dragula!"

 

A solemn figure, dressed all in black, slowly walks onto the stage as the arena is enveloped in total and complete darkness, save for the black light that has just been shined onto the individual stationed on the stage. David Blazenwing stands silent, seemingly unaware of anything else going on around him as he begins to slowly walk down the ramp, his manager and valet Jen following him and yelling tips to him every step of the way.

 

FUNYON: Being accompanied to the ring by Jen, from his own personal hell, weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds, he is the "Dark Master", David BlazenWING!!!!

 

He slowly climbs the stairs up to the ring and enters the ring through the ropes. He then leans up against a turnbuckle and sits silently while Jen stands on the outside of the ring and shouts encouragment to him.

 

Both men stare each other down in the middle of the ring as referee Matthew Kivell calls for the bell.

 

DING DING DING!

 

The match is on!

 

David Blazenwing and Shawn Tybalt stare each other down as the match gets under way. Blazenwing puts his hands out, teasing for the lock-up, but Tybalt hits Cassius with a blindingly fast kick to the mid-section in response. Tybalt spins around, raising his foot up in to a spinning crescent kick to the side of Blazenwing's head. Blazenwing stumbles back a couple feet, but he doesn't quite fall down.

 

King: Does every body that Shawn Tybalt face try to start out a match like this and fail? David Blazenwing really needs to research his opponent better if he's going to win this match tonight.

 

Axis: Blazenwing has always been cocky. He may have assumed his strength alone would win the match tonight.

 

Tybalt runs to hit the ropes behind his opponent, then rebounds off of them towards David Blazenwing. Tybalt leaps in to the air behind Blazenwing, grabbing him from behind and pulling him down in to the Bulldog.

 

Blazenwing falls down to the mat, and Tybalt immediately tries to lock in an anklelock. Blazenwing quickly struggles, keeping Tybalt from getting a good grip on the leg. Blazenwing slowly leverages himself over on his back, and pushes Tybalt away from him with a kick.

 

Blazenwing climbs back to his feet, but Tybalt runs and hits the ropes again. Tybalt charges Blazenwing with his entire body, but Jen reaches out to grab Tybalt's leg, tripping him up and sending him down to the mat.

 

David Blazenwing reaches down and pulls Shawn Tybalt up from the mat by his hair. Blazenwing grabs Tybalt's arm and whips Tybalt in to the nearest turnbuckle. Tybalt hits it, and collapses against it. Blazenwing runs after him to follow him over to the turnbuckle. Blazenwing turns Tybalt around, and runs a hard right hook in to The Rebel. Kivell begins the five-count in the corner. Blazenwing follows that blow with a quick jab with his left, than hits Tybalt with a stiff uppercut to the gut. Blazenwing backs away from the turnbuckle, and Tybalt drops to the mat.

 

Axis: David Blazenwing is really taking it to the Rebel Shawn Tybalt in this match.

 

King: We're still early in the match here, Axis. It's definitely anyone's game here.

 

David Blazenwing beckons for Tybalt to get up. Tybalt makes his way back to his feet, but Blazenwing is already charging him. Blazenwing charges head on in to Tybalt with the Lou Thesz press. Tybalt goes down to the mat once again from the press, as Blazenwing lays in several hard rights.

 

David Blazenwing grabs the Rebel by the head and once again pulls him back up to his feet. Blazenwing pulls Tybalt's head down to his chest and brings his knee up and in to Tybalt's jaw. Tybalt stumbles from the blow, and Blazenwing moves in to pull Tybalt's head down again. A second knee to the chin is enough to send Tybalt crashing down to the mat.

 

Axis: David Blazenwing is really laying in to Tybalt here tonight, King!

 

King: Don't count Shawn Tybalt out of this match yet.

 

Dangeress climbs up on to the apron and begins to make lewd gestures at Matthew Kivelll and David Blazenwing. Kivell stops and runs over to get her off the ring apron, while Blazenwing starts pulling Tybalt back up to his feet. When he has Tybalt up about half of the way, Tybalt swings his arms right up in to Cassius's crotch. Blazenwing clutches his privates and falls to the mat. Tybalt climbs to his feet, raises his arms and smiles.

 

King: That's that Shawn Tybalt ingenuity right there.

 

Shawn pulls Blazenwing up to his feet. After a swift kick to Blazenwing's gut, Tybalt grabs Blazenwing's head, ready to drive him face first into the mat with the Thumb Biter, but Blazenwing dives forward, driving his elbow in to the chest of Shawn Tybalt. Tybalt staggers back a step from the blow, but keeps his footing. Tybalt then spins backward quickly, swinging his foot up in a devastating crescent kick to the side of David Blazenwing's head. Blazenwing stumbles back a step than falls to the mat from the blow.

 

Shawn Tybalt grabs Blazenwings's hair and pulls him up and to his feet. Tybalt ducks his head underneath the right arm of Blazenwing, while applying a front facelock. "The Rebel" then clutches the waistband of Blazenwing's tights, and hoists him above his head in a perfect one-hundred and eighty degree angle. Tybalt drops back, planting Blazenwing with a crushing vertical suplex. Tybalt doesn't let go with that, however, as he spins his legs to get back up and on to his feet, pulling Blazenwing up along side him. With both David and him now up and standing, Tybalt hoists Blazenwing up once again, and brings him down just as quickly with a second vertical suplex. Tybalt, locked onto Atkinson like a rabid dog still doesn't let go, as he repeats the process once more, dropping David Blazenwing with a third vertical suplex. Tybalt finally releases the hold, as he floats over into a pin, with Kivell counting.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

T.... NO!

 

David Blazenwing throws his shoulder up and off the mat. Tybalt kicks Blazenwing in the gut twice, keeping David down on the mat.

 

Axis: Blazenwing just barely got out of the rolling vertical suplexes by Shawn Tybalt.

 

King: The Dynamite Kid would be proud of that boy Tybalt.

 

Shawn slowly rools David Blazenwing over. Tybalt grabs Blazenwing's right leg, lifts it up, and slams it knee first in to the mat. Tybalt then locks his hands and arms around Blazenwing's right ankle and begins to twist. Tybalt gets the anklelock locked in and David cries out in pain.

 

David Blazenwing 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 Blazenwing climbs back to his feet.

 

Blazenwing lunges forward at Tybalt, bringing his knee up and in to the Rebel's gut. Tybalt staggers from the blow. Blazenwing grabs Tybalt's arm and tries to whip him to the far turnbuckle, but Tybalt plants his feet in to the mat. Tybalt tries to reverse Blazenwing to the turnbuckle, but Blazenwing locks his feet in, then pulls Tybalt back in close to him. Blazenwing wraps his arms around Tybalt with a waist lock, than liftsTybalt up and over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Tybalt bounces off of the mat and is out cold in the middle of the ring. David Blazenwing smiles as he reaches down and pulls Tybalt up by the hair.

 

Axis: I think Blazenwing is out to do some damage right here, King.

 

King: Let's hope so.

 

Blazenwing pulls Tybalt's head between his legs.

 

Axis: Blazenwing is going for the Blazecution. This match could be over right now!

 

Blazenwing locks his left arm around Tybalt's right arm, than pounds on Tybalt's back to stop the smaller man's struggling. Blazenwing locks Tybalt's left arm, but Tybalt rolls his legs down and under Blazenwing. He continues this momentum, which causes Blazenwing to flip forward and down back first to the mat. Tybalt leans backwards on top of Blazenwing. Kivell drops to the mat.

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

T..... NO!

 

Blazenwing kicks out with authority, pushing Shawn Tybalt off to the side.

 

Tybalt kippups to his feet. The Rebel reaches down and grabs Blazenwing by the head and pulls him to his feet. Blazenwing runs another stiff knee in to Tybalt's gut, keeling Shawn over. Blazenwing hooks his arm across Shawn Tybalt's chest, than lifts him back and up in to the air. He quickly slams Tybalt back to the mat for Book End.

 

Blazenwing flips Shawn Tybalt over on to his back. He then takes Tybalt's legs and sets his own leg between them. He twists Tybalt's legs around his own, then slowly turns Tybalt's body over, stepping over Tybalt's body as he does so. Cassius then leans back to lock in the Edgecator on Shawn Tybalt!

 

Axis: Edgecater! David Blazenwing has the Edgecator locked in! Will Shawn Tybalt tap?

 

King: Tybalt's snuck his way out of worse moves in the past.

 

Axis: But never against an opponent of Blazenwing's level.

 

King: What are you talking about? Blazenwing has lost more matches than he won.

 

Dangeress climbs up to the ring apron, instantly drawing Matthew Kivell's attention. She quickly points behind her, where Jen has also climbed to the apron. Kivell turns to scold Jen too, which gives Dangeress time to duck and slide a pair of brass knuckles in to Tybalt. Tybalt quickly puts the knucks on, and rolls over just enough to punch Blazenwing in the gut with the brass knucks. Blazenwing keels over and releases the hold on Tybalt. Tybalt slowly climbs to his feet, than brings the knucks across Blazenwing's cheek before tossing them out of the ring. Blazenwing drops to the mat from the blow.

 

Axis: Shawn Tybalt just used brass knuckles to take down David Blazenwing. It's blatant cheating.

 

King: It's only blatant if you get caught, Axis.

 

Shawn Tybalt grabs David Blazenwing's right leg and pulls it up, then twists both his legs around it as he drops to the mat. Tybalt leans back to lock the figure four leg lock in.

 

Axis: Figure four leg lock! Will David Blazenwing tap to Shawn Tybalt's finisher?

 

Jen climbs in to the ring to try and break up the submission, but Kivell stops her before he has the chance. Blazening uses the distraction to sit up and drive his fist in to Tybalt's groin. Shawn Tybalt releases the figure four in order to clutch his crotch.

 

Dangeress leaps up and in to the ring, then does a quick hand stand to wrap her legs around Jen's head. She flips back down and around, sending Jen crashing to the mat.

 

Shawn Tybalt struggles to a sitting position as David Blazenwing runs back and hits the rope. Blazenwing rebounds off the ropes, heading straight for Tybalt. Blazenwing leaps towards Tybalt, aiming his feet for a shining wizard, but Tybalt just drops to the mat to avoid the head scissors. Blazenwing drops down hard to the mat, while Shawn Tybalt kippups to his feet. Once again, Shawn Tybalt grabs David Blazenwing's right leg and pulls it up, then twists both his legs around it as he drops to the mat. Tybalt leans back to lock the figure four leg lock in.

 

Blazenwing writhes in pain, but this time Jen is still down outside the ring. Blazenwing struggles to the nearest rope, but just as he's about to reach it, Dangeress pulls the ropes slightly away from him. Blazenwing's confusion gives Tybalt enough time to crawl backwards, pulling Blazenwing away from the ropes. The agony on Blazenwing's face is now apparent as he has no choice but to

 

TAP TAP TAP!

 

Matthew Kivell frantically waves to call for the bell.

 

DING DING DING!

 

FUNYON: The winner of this match by submission, The Rebel Shawn Tybalt!

 

"Whatever" by the Butthole Surfers begins to play as Tybalt continues to apply the figure four leg lock. Kivell taps him on the shoulder to get him to release the maneuver, but Tybalt won't relent. Kivell wans Tybalt he will reverse his decision if he won't relent, and Tybalt finally breaks the hold. Blazenwing struggles away and to the ring ropes, where he pulls himself to his feet.

 

Dangeress runs in to the ring to celebrate with Shawn Tybalt, but their celebration is cut short when Blazenwing plows in to Shawn Tybalt with the Darkness Rising. Tybalt hits the mat with a sickening thud and lies their motionless as Blazenwing grins evilly. Blazenwing than drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, where he helps Jen to his feet as Dragula cues up.

 

Axis: Shawn Tybalt and Dangeress score another win, much to David Blazenwing and Jen's mutual disappointment.

 

King: But David Blazenwing made sure Shawn Tybalt learned that screwing with him was a bad idea. Let's hope Tybalt has better luck in his upcoming title shot for the Television Championship.

 

Axis: Blazenwing can do whatever he wants to Shawn Tybalt. It will still be Tybalt who receives the shot against the victor of Television champion Leo Breslin and Jimmy "The Demon" Liston's match tonight.

 

King: Yeah, I'm looking forward to that tonight too. I really want to see Liston murderize Breslin. That would be a hoot!

 

Axis: Well, King, that's still to come later tonight, but up next, English Dragon vs "Canadian Thunder" in a battle of global proportions. That's Next!

Edited June 16, 2003 by Thoth

[Guest realitycheck]

Coming back from the break, the camera pans around the arena, taking in the SJL crowd and their signs before settling in on our commentators once more.

 

Axis: Ladies and Gentleman, it’s been a thrilling evening already so far here on Wrath, and we’re still only getting started…yet to come we have the huge SJL World Title match, but now its time for what some have dubbed “Global Chaos”, as the English Dragon comes up against “Canadian Thunder” Chris Trepanier.

 

King: I’ve been looking forward to this match, Axis.

 

Axis: Really?

 

King: Well, no. But that Canadian idiot deserves to be taken down a peg or two, and English Dragon is just the man to do it.

 

Axis: Well, English Dragon made quite an impact in the SJL, until being stopped in his tracks and put through a table by Leo Breslin last week. We’ll see if he can recover his momentum here, and if Trepanier can also gain some direction. This is a crucial match for both men’s careers in the SJL. I’m hearing the competitors are ready to go…so let’s go over to Funyon for our introductions…

 

FUNYON: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is set for one fall…Introducing first, from London, England, weighing 223lbs, the English Draaagoooooon!

 

“Land of Hope and Glory” weaves its majestic way throughout the arena, and English Dragon strides out. Clad tonight in all white, mask and trunks, the Englishman soaks up a chorus of boos and cat calls from the fans on either side of the walkway. Dragon climbs onto the ring apron, wiping his feet before ducking under the top rope into the ring, drawing an even more negative reaction as he shakes hands with our referee for this match, Sexton Hardcastle.

 

Axis: Well, Dragon was never popular…and with his words at the start of the show it looks as if this crowd are baying for blood.

King: They’re ignorant, Axis. Dragon gave a very moving and eloquent speech.

Axis: He said he hates Americans, King! He said we’re fat and lazy! How can you take that?

King: Well, I’m looking at you and thinking he has a point.

 

FUNYON: And his opponent….from Grand Rapids, Manitoba, Canada, weighting 267lbs…”Canadian Thunder” Chriiis Treeeepaaaaniiieeer!

 

Defused’s “Canadian Thunder” rocks out, immediately bringing Chris Trepanier out. Trepanier walks down to the ring, sporting his mask with the blue and red lightning bolts, and matching blue and red trunks. The SJL crowd greets him respectfully but somewhat quietly as he walks to the ring without interaction.

 

Axis: Trepanier and English Dragon both cover their identities in masks…do you see this factoring into the match, King?

King: Well, firstly, thanks for stating the obvious yet again, Axis. And secondly, no, I don’t. After all, Trepanier only wears a mask because he’s so damn ugly.

 

Trepanier slides into the ring and faces Dragon. Sexton stands between the two men, briefly speaks to both and signals for the bell.

 

DING DING DING

 

Dragon and Trepanier circle each other for a moment, each tensed and ready to strike…but when the Canadian leaps forward, Dragon immediately backs away into the corner, where our referee gets in front of him to enforce the break. Trepanier backs off with a little shrug, and Dragon comes out of the corner, but only to speak to Sexton about something.

 

Axis: This is blatant stalling from Dragon!

King: Patience, Axis!

 

The crowd begins to heat up, frustrated as Dragon continues to speak to Sexton, who eventually just moves aside and beckons Trepanier on.

 

King: That’s bias! We need a new referee!

 

Trepanier advances on Dragon quickly, and they slip into a collar and elbow tie up, jockeying for position. Trepanier swiftly gains the advantage, forcing Dragon back and down to one knee before a final shove sends Dragon down on to the mat.

 

Axis: “Canadian Thunder” has a clear advantage in size and strength in this match. A much taller and heavier man, Dragon is going to have trouble competing with him on the mat.

King: You’re so negative! Trepanier is big- but size isn’t important. I’ve heard you say that many times, Axis!

 

As Dragon quickly gets to his feet, Chris wraps his right arm around Dragon’s head and gathers him into a side headlock. Dragon, in a crouch, runs forward and gets his left arm onto the back of Trepanier, using the momentum to push the Canadian off and onto the ropes. Trepanier bounces back quickly, and Dragon ducks the clothesline Chris throws at him. Both men spin round, and Trepanier blocks Dragon’s European uppercut to the approval of the crowd and knocks him back with a couple of hard chops to the chest.

 

“Canadian Thunder” grabs the Englishman’s left arm and whips him across towards the ropes. Dragon comes back and leaps through the air, extending his arm and catching Trepanier full in the face with a flying forearm shot! Both men hit the mat. Dragon is quickly back up, but Chris isn’t far behind. With the reflexes of Trepanier temporarily slightly slowed, Dragon connects with a pair of European uppercuts; driving his forearm across the jaw of his opponent and forcing him back onto the ropes. Dragon wraps his hands around the neck of Trepanier and forces his body back over the top rope.

 

Axis: That’s a blatant choke!

 

Hardcastle agrees, and gets in Dragon’s face, forcing him to break the hold. Dragon brushes off the referee’s attentions and nails Trepanier with another uppercut before grabbing his head with both hands, attempting to execute a neckbreaker, but Chris pushes him off and nails him with a clothesline to the back of the head before he can turn. The Englishman is sent down to the mat, and Chris follows up by extending his arm and dropping an elbow across the back of Dragon’s neck. The former TV champ almost bounces off the mat with the force of the blow, and clutches his neck with his right hand.

 

King: What’s he trying to do, break his neck?! Time out!

Axis: That was a perfectly legal move, which is more than can be said for Dragon’s tactics.

 

Trepanier grabs Dragon by the scruff of the neck and brings him to his feet. “Canadian Thunder” pulls Dragon towards him, but Dragon rakes the eyes of his fellow Commonwealth opponent through the mask to evade his hold.

 

Axis: Ah come on! Pay attention referee!

 

Chris rubs at his eyes, and is left open for Dragon to get behind him and lock in a waistlock. Dragon cinches it in and tries to bring Trepanier over with a German suplex, but he won’t budge. Dragon tries again, but still the Canadian won’t go over, and Trepanier throws his left elbow back, thrusting it into the side of Dragon’s head and forcing him to break. Chris takes advantage, and spins round Dragon, locking in his own waistlock and swiftly pulling English Dragon up and back with a German suplex!

 

Axis: A beautiful German suplex from “Canadian Thunder”! And he’s not done!

 

Trepanier rolls up, holding the waistlock and bringing himself and Dragon to their feet. Chris tenses, pulls, and executes another German suplex!

 

Axis: That’s two!

 

Trepanier gets up again, a little slower but still moving strongly as he repeats the move and hits Dragon with a third German suplex! The crowd gets into the sequence and counts along: “THREE!”

 

Axis: That’s three!

King: That’s enough!

 

Again the Canadian pulls the Englishman to his feet, and again brings him over with a German suplex!

 

Crowd: “FOUR!”

 

This time Trepanier holds the suplex with a bridge for the cover:

 

ONE….

 

 

 

TWO…..

 

 

 

TH- Dragon kicks out, breaking the bridge to the disappointment of the fans. Trepanier falls to the mat and gets a round of applause from the crowd. Dragon rolls onto his front and grips his neck and upper back, feeling the impact of those suplexes.

 

Trepanier pulls himself to his feet, taking Dragon by the arm and grabbing him up too. Dragon still holds his neck, and can’t defend himself as Trepanier pulls him close, getting his arms around the back of Dragon and wrenching him over with a Northern Lites suplex! The bridge is held:

 

ONE….

 

 

TWO….

 

 

Dragon throws a shoulder up to break the count, but has no time to recover as “Canadian Thunder” immediately grabs Dragon up, holding his arm and whipping him off the ropes. Trepanier ducks down as Dragon comes back, attempting a backdrop, but Dragon has it scouted and kicks him squarely in the chest! Dragon flies in with a lariat, but Trepanier ducks it, grabs Dragon around the neck and leaps forward, driving him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Dragon is now grabbing his neck with both hands and kicking at the mat in pain.

 

King: That Canadian bastard IS trying to break his neck!

Axis: Chris Trepanier is a very intelligent wrestler, King.

King: What?! He’s trying to cripple Dragon! That doesn’t require intelligence!

Axis: Not only is he weakening Dragon’s neck and back in preparation for his “Lightning Strike” finisher, but he knows that Dragon will be looking to up the tempo of the match and hit some high speed, high impact maneuvers. If Dragon’s neck is injured, it will make it that much harder for him to do that.

King: That must be cheating!

 

As our hosts bicker, Trepanier has picked Dragon up, and now has him doubled over, Trepanier’s arms hooked under Dragon’s, setting for a double underhook suplex, but Dragon gets a fresh wave of energy and pulls his arms free, grabbing Trepanier’s ankles and pulling them out from under him. Chris is flipped onto his back and Dragon stands over him, steps in and prepares to turn for the Cross of St. George, but Trepanier kicks him in the back and Dragon stumbles away.

 

Axis: Dragon was very optimistic going for the submission at this stage. He’s barely got a lick of offence in so far.

King: A lick?! What’s wrong with you?

 

Chris starts to get to his feet, but as he raises himself to one knee, Dragon kicks him snappily in the head. Trepanier crumples back down to the mat, dazed, but Dragon brings him to his feet once more, grabs his arm and whips him off the ropes. As Trepanier comes back he ducks down, charging at Dragon, but the Englishman leapfrogs over him. Chris hits the ropes on the other side of the ring and flies back towards Dragon, who gets an arm under Trepanier’s stomach, his other on his back and flips him over with his own speed. Dragon drops to one knee and Trepanier’s back is crushed onto it.

 

King: Tiltawhirl backbreaker from Dragon…does that count as a lick of offence?

Axis: It certainly does…although the strain of rotating Trepanier like that doesn’t seem to have helped Dragon’s physical condition.

 

Indeed, Dragon, having dropped Trepanier to the mat, is kneading his neck as he stands over him. Trepanier briefly holds his back, but quickly begins to pull himself back to his feet. Dragon waits and as Trepanier turns towards him leaps up, snapping his legs into Chris’ jaw with a dropkick that sends the Canadian back down to the mat. Dragon falls down to the mat too, and again holds his neck.

 

English Dragon is slow to get back to his feet, and Trepanier almost beats him to it, but Dragon is able to walk over and club his opponent on the back as he rises. Dragon gets behind Chris and hooks his left arm under Trepanier’s left leg. Dragon’s other arm goes around the Canadian’s back, and Dragon is able to pull Trepanier up in the belly to back suplex position, but instead of planting him onto his back drops him vertically down, driving his head hard onto the mat!

 

Axis: Belly to back brainbuster from Dragon! Trepanier’s head got spiked hard!

King: Beautiful move…let’s see the three, Sexton!

 

Dragon again absorbed impact on the move, and is sluggish in pulling himself over and on top of his opponent, hooking the leg:

 

ONE…

 

 

TWO…

 

 

Trepanier kicks out strongly, but Dragon hooks the leg again, this time thrusting his elbow across the face and nose and pressing down hard:

 

ONE…

 

 

TWO---

 

Trepanier kicks out again, harder this time and sits up! Dragon slaps him across the face, and Trepanier fires back with a stiff punch that causes Dragon to back, off as Trepanier gets to his feet. Dragon tries for a European uppercut, but Trepanier blocks and drives his knee into Dragon’s midriff. Dragon is doubled over and pushed backwards, but the Englishman shakes his head and straightens…only to be met with a sharp kick to the chest! And another! Dragon is staggered, and Chris turns swiftly round, driving his boot into the jaw of the Dragon with a spin kick! Dragon’s head and neck snaps back and he crumples to the mat.

 

Axis: “Triple Entente” from Trepanier, and Dragon is down!

 

Trepanier gets down for the cover, hooking the leg as Sexton slides over for the count:

 

ONE….

 

 

TWO….

 

 

 

 

 

TH- Dragon gets a shoulder up, but looks groggy as Chris wraps his arm around his neck to bring him up.

 

Axis: Dragon has absorbed a tremendous amount of punishment in this match. I don’t know how much more he can take.

King: As much as it takes for victory, Axis. Dragon has this all planned.

 

Trepanier kicks Dragon in the gut again, bending him forwards and hooking his arm’s underneath Dragon’s…the crowd POPS strongly for the first time for the Canadian as they recognise his “Lightning Strike” Vertaebreaker variation, but Dragon still has enough energy in him to run forwards into the ropes, unbalancing Chris enough for him to break off.

 

King: A good, technical escape from Dragon.

Axis: He just ran away! What’s technical about that?

 

Chris runs straight at Dragon, who drops down. Trepanier is back dropped over the top rope…but lands on the apron outside, clutching the top rope for balance. Dragon spins around but is caught with a shot to the jaw that stuns him. “Canadian Thunder” grabs Dragon into a headlock over the rope, throws his right arm over his shoulder and grabs the top of his tights.

 

Axis: Trepanier’s trying to suplex Dragon out to the floor!

 

Dragon hooks his leg swiftly behind his opponent’s to block the move, and grabs Chris’ arm around his shoulder, attempting his own suplex back into the ring!

 

King: What a counter!

 

Dragon pulls back, but only has the power to lift Trepanier a foot off the mat before the Canadian’s resistance brings him back down. Trepanier shrugs Dragon off and grabs him by the scruff of the neck, running along the apron and dragging Dragon with him, before slamming Dragon’s head into the top turnbuckle in the corner! The masked face of the English Dragon bounces off, and he staggers back into the centre of the ring. Trepanier climbs back into the ring over the top rope and grabs Dragon from behind, getting his shoulders under him and lifting him up to a standing fireman’s carry across his back, before flipping him forwards, face up, and driving him down to the mat with a Falcon Arrow! Dragon lands on his back hard, his back between Trepanier’s legs, and the Canadian holds down the chest for the cover:

 

ONE...

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

Dragon throws an arm up. Trepanier gets to his feet, dragging a slow and seemingly lifeless English Dragon with him. He pushes Dragon away from him and goes for the “Triple Entente” once more, connecting with two hard kicks to the chest of Dragon, but as he turns round for the spin kick to complete the trio Dragon, in desperation, quickly drives his leg up, catching Trepanier on the chin with a super kick just as he spins round! The kick sends out a CRACK through the arena, and the Canadian hits the deck hard.

 

Axis: Mah gawd! Dragon just superkicked Trepanier as he was spinning round! He evaded the spin kick at the last second! What impact!

King: Shush, Dragon’s going to win!

 

Dragon gets down, hooking the leg as Sexton Hardcastle makes the count:

 

ONE…

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

T- Trepanier kicks out! Dragon holds his head in disbelief.

 

King: No! Dragon half took his head off! How can he kick out?

Axis: This man has tremendous resilience. I don’t know if Dragon has what it takes to put him down for 3.

 

Dragon gets to his feet and stomps on his opponent, driving the heel of his boot into Trepanier’s face, before grabbing his arm and dragging him along the ground towards the corner, but still near to the middle of the ring. Dragon SPITS on the fallen Trepanier, drawing a loud wave of boos from the SJL fans, before climbing to the top rope with his back to the ring. Dragon raises an arm in assumed triumph, getting more jeers for his trouble.

 

Axis: What does he have planned here? That’s quite some distance between the corner and Trepanier…

King: I know! I have all Dragon’s moves scouted.

 

Dragon leaps backwards with a moonsault, jumping high and getting distance and elevation, but instead of coming down with the splash, he’s positioned so his head is driven exactly into that of Trepanier’s!

 

Dragon’s and Trepanier’s heads collide, and Trepanier is bounced off the mat by the impact. The crowd, not willing to pop for Dragon, settles for gasps at the move. While Trepanier lays motionless, Dragon rolls on the mat, clutching his head and neck..

 

King: What a move! Moonsault headbutt, Axis!

Axis: Impressive acrobatics from Dragon, but given the damage done to his neck earlier, was that the wisest thing to pull out of the bag?

 

Dragon shakes his head, and, holding his neck, crawls over to make the cover…it takes a few seconds to get there, and he doesn’t hook the leg:

 

ONE….

 

 

TWO….

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR- NO, Trepanier kicks out with Hardcastle’s hand inches above the mat. Dragon rolls off his body and stares upwards…before looking back and seeing Trepanier dragging himself to the ropes, and starting to use them to climb up. Dragon tries to follow him up, but it’s the Canadian who makes it up first!

 

Axis: Trepanier is up! This looks bad for Dragon!

King: Be quiet, Axis! I’m sick of your babbling!

 

Trepanier moves over to Dragon, who swings up with a punch that Trepanier blocks. “Canadian Thunder” pulls Dragon fully to his feet, and whips him off the ropes. Dragon comes back, executing a forward roll that takes him under Trepanier’s lariat attempt. Dragon rolls to his feet as Trepanier turns back to him, and the Englishman swings a forearm shot at him that’s easily blocked. Dragon tries again and this time Chris ducks, moving up to Dragon and grabbing him around his head before falling to his knees and driving Dragon’s jaw into the top of his own skull.

 

Axis: Jawbreaker from Chris Trepanier, and Dragon is staggered.

 

Dragon turns away, holding his jaw but doesn’t go down. Trepanier grabs his arms away from his jaw, holding an arm in each of his own and spinning round, about to try and lift Dragon up to his back for the “Lightning Strike”. Dragon counters however, spinning around before he can be lifted up and breaking the hold. Both men turn around, face-to-face, and its Dragon who reacts quickest, driving his knee into Trepanier’s stomach. The Canadian is bent over, and Dragon clamps his head between his legs, and looks to swing him up!

 

King: Dragon Driver! Dragon Driver!

Axis: English Dragon looking for his Styles Clash variant…

 

Dragon pulls with all his strength and gets Trepanier up, but the height of Trepanier causes him problems as he tries to hook Chris’ arms back, and Trepanier is able to escape, bringing his legs back down to the mat.

 

Axis: Trepanier was just too big for the weakened Dragon to hold in position for that move!

 

Chris’ head is still between Dragon’s legs, but Trepanier grabs them and pushes upwards, flipping Dragon onto his back! Trepanier grabs Dragon’s left leg at the knee with both hands, and begins to turn Dragon over…

 

Axis: And Trepanier counters! He’s going for the Trepanier Lock!

 

The crowd pops, getting behind “Canadian Thunder” as he gets Dragon over, and bends back on the leg hard whilst standing, wrenching in with the elevated single leg crab. Dragon throws his head up and shouts in pain as Sexton asks him if he wants to give it up.

 

Axis: This could be it! That crab putting pressure not only on the leg of Dragon but at that high angle, no doubt his back and injured neck too!

 

Dragon’s arm wavers over the mat…hovering…the crowd starts to shout and scream for the tap out…

 

Dragon’s hand…falls!

 

 

 

No! Dragon uses his hand to push himself up a little, and manages to roll himself over forwards! Trepanier, still trying to hold the leg, is pulled forward and, overbalanced, stumbles, falling onto the top rope and bouncing off. Dragon jumps to his feet, all his weight on his good right leg, but is still able to grab Trepanier’s tights and get a schoolboy roll up from behind! Sexton counts, focused on Trepanier’s shoulders on the mat!

 

ONE….

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…..

 

 

 

Dragon’s feet on the second rope!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

 

Axis: Handful of tights and feet on the ropes! Sexton must have seen that!

 

Hardcastle calls for the bell!

 

DING DING DING

 

FUNYON: Here is your winner….the English Draaaaagooooooooon!

 

“Land of Hope and Glory” plays as Dragon swiftly rolls out of the ring and makes his way quickly up the walkway, holding his neck and ignoring the fury of the fans.

 

Axis: Bah gawd! That makes me sick! Chris Trepanier beat the living crap out of English Dragon, and that’s his reward?

King: Axis, English Dragon is a survivor. He stuck in there until he had his opportunity. Trepanier got stunned by the ricochet onto the top rope, and Dragon seized the chance!

Axis: Seized the tights and the ropes you mean! I hope Trepanier gets his revenge very soon!

 

In the ring, “Canadian Thunder” looks at Sexton Hardcastle in disbelief. Sexton holds his arms out, either in apology or innocence, and Trepanier turns away, scaling the second rope and looking out on into the crowd, who respond with a good pop for Trepanier, appreciative of his efforts.

 

Axis: Dragon may have made a dangerous enemy here tonight to add to a growing list. We’ll be back after this- here’s hoping for some sportsmanship when we do.

[Guest realitycheck]

The camera fades up to show the inside of a dressing room. "The Demon" Jimmy Liston sits, head in hands, as Tyler Sullivan enters the room. Liston looks up, and begins to speak.

 

Liston: I can't do it.

 

Sullivan: What?

 

Liston: I can't do it. I can't beat him.

 

Sullivan: What are you talking about? You can beat him. You've been training for a week to beat him.

 

Liston: Yeah, but how good is that training? I mean, you are my sole trainer.

 

Sullivan: Right. And I've prepared you for the toughest.

 

Liston: What titles have you ever held?

 

Sullivan: Well... I...

 

Liston: Exactly. You've never had any titles. You have no experience. Meanwhile, Leo Breslin doesn't need to train. He's had all kinds of experience.

 

Sullivan: Most of Breslin's experience comes from getting his ass whipped repeatedly. I'm trying to save you from that.

 

Liston: But you never got past that yourself. How do you know what I should do?

 

Sullivan: Look, you're going to have to trust me. Remember when we were a team? We'll have to trust each other, just like we did then.

 

Liston: That's easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to go out there tonight and fight this man.

 

Sullivan: That's true. However, I'll have problems of my own.

 

Liston: Oh yeah, what's that?

 

Sullivan: That little girl that comes out with Breslin.

 

Liston: You're afraid of her?

 

Sullivan: She packs a mighty punch.

 

Liston: How can you be afraid of her?

 

Sullivan: She's a very good wrestler. I just...

 

Liston: It's no wonder I'm so scared of Breslin. I'm being trained by a man who's afraid of a girl.

 

Sullivan: Look, shut up. I understand that you are nervous. That's fine. It's your first title shot, and you have a right to be nervous. But you are better than Leo Breslin. We worked together to make you better. So go out there, and kick the shit out of him, just like you did to Syndicate last week.

 

Liston: Yeah. He's not so great. Breslin's like the punching bag I was. I beat the man who beat him. I can do it.

 

Sullivan: Good. Now get out there. They're calling for you.

 

Liston leaves the dressing room, confidence written all over his face. Sullivan stands alone, downcast. As he slowly walks out of the room, he mumbles to himself.

 

Sullivan: We're fucked...

[Guest realitycheck]

Axis: Welcome back to the Continental Airlines Arena in New Jersey, for SJL WRATH!!! Now it's time for the SJL TV Title match between two-time champion Leo Breslin, and rookie Jimmy Liston.

 

King: I'm telling you, Liston's got a lot of balls coming out and challenging Breslin. The champ has built up a lot of experience getting his ass whipped repeatedly by Charlie "Grappler" Matthews. And his performance on Metal, regaining the title, was impressive to say the least. Liston has got relatively no experience under his belt. I've gotta go with experience on this one.

 

Axis: And the match is about to begin. Funyon is entering the ring to begin the introductions.

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SJL Television Title.

 

The lights go dark. Milky chanting can be heard in the background as spotlihts fly over the fans, and a single phrase is uttered over the arena's sound system:

 

"Why don't you ask me what it feels like to be a freak?"

 

Rob Zombie's "Demon Speeding" erupts from the speakers as pyros run up the ramp, from ringside to entrance, ending with an explosion and flash of flames, revealing Jimmy Liston at the top of the ramp. Liston raises a fist towards the crowd as Tyler Sullivan runs out from the entrance and joins him. The two walk down the ramp to ringside as Funyon proceeds with the introductions.

 

Funyon: Entering first, the challenger. Weighing in at 228 pounds, being accompanied by Tyler Sullivan, from Boston, Massachusetts, he is "The Demon," JIMMY LISTON!!!

 

Liston slides into the ring, climbs the near turnbuckle, and thrusts his fist into the air in time with the music. Sullivan crosses to the opposite turnbuckle and taunts the crowd on that side of the arena. Liston walks to the far turnbuckle, and Sullivan slides out of the ring as the house lights are brought up, and the music fades.

 

Axis: Liston looks a little nervous tonight.

 

King: And he should be. This is his first title shot. He thinks his entire career rests on this moment.

 

Axis: An attitude he probably got from his manager, Tyler Sullivan.

 

King: I said that Sullivan would be the worst thing that ever happened to Liston.

 

Axis: I agree. On Metal, we all witnessed Sullivan giving Liston brass knuckles.

 

King: Hey! Liston's here because he beat Syndicate, fair and square!

 

Axis: Yeah, with a little help from his manager.

 

King: If the ref didn't see it, it never happened.

 

Axis: Tell that to Syndicate.

 

Breslin’s theme music, “Won't Back Down” by Fuel, starts up. Through the opening riffs, the lights go out and sporadic flames shoot up from the stage until Leo finally emerges from behind the curtain, a determined look on his face and fire in his eyes. The lights remain off with the exception of a 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.

 

Funyon: Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at 230 pounds, being accompanied by Scarlet Minjonet, from Cleveland, Ohio, he is the SJL Television Champion, LEO BRESLIN!!!

 

Breslin slides under the bottom rope and gets up in haste as Scarlet walks around to either side of the ring and watches on, a smile on her face. Leo is soon bouncing up and down with athletic leaps. One final set of flames shoots high into the air, accompanied by four new flames from each of the posts as the song ends abruptly and the lighting returns.

 

Axis: The SJL TV Champ looks calm and collected. He's ready to put up a good fight tonight.

 

King: Yeah, but is Liston? He's shaking like mad.

 

Axis: Liston does not feel ready for this. He's not confident in the training of Tyler Sullivan.

 

King: If Sullivan were my manager, I wouldn't either. I hate Sullivan for doing this to the Demon.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Axis: And the match has begun...

 

Liston immediately rolls out of the ring. He paces along at ringside, staring contemplatively at Breslin, as referee Kivell begins the count.

 

~ONE~

 

~TWO~

 

~THREE~

 

~FOUR~

 

King: What's wrong with Liston? It's like the bell scared him.

 

Axis: He had better hurry up, whatever he's doing. He'll be counted out soon.

 

King: He's wound so tight. What's Sullivan been feeding him?

 

~EIGHT~

 

~NINE~

 

Liston rolls back into the ring. As Breslin approaches, Liston rolls out again.

 

~ONE~

 

~TWO~

 

King: Oh, I'm getting really sick of this. What a pussy.

 

Axis: Liston does not seem prepared for this match up. He's going to talk to his manager.

 

Over the crowd, a shouting Tyler Sullivan can be heard.

 

Sullivan: What are you doing? Get back in there!!! Get in and fight!!!

 

King: The first smart thing I've ever heard Sullivan say.

 

~EIGHT~

 

Liston climbs the apron. As Breslin approaches, Liston throws an elbow at his opponent. He grabs at Breslin, trying to pull him over the ropes. Breslin ends up reversing, suplexing Liston into the ring. Breslin puts Liston into a Boston Crab. Liston screams in pain as he reaches out for the ropes, just out of reach. Liston pulls himself towards the ropes and grabs a hold. Kivell taps Breslin on the shoulder, telling him to break the hold. Liston pulls himself up, just to be put into a pumphandle position by Breslin. Breslin lifts Liston up before slamming him to the mat. Liston rolls out of the ring, and walks toward the ramp. Breslin stands, leaning against the ropes, as Kivell begins the count.

 

Axis: What’s Liston doing?

 

King: He's had enough. He's finished with this match. Breslin's just as good as won it.

 

Axis: But the match's only just begun.

 

King: Might as well tell Kivell to stop counting. Liston's quit.

 

~FOUR~

 

Axis: Tyler Sullivan doesn't look too happy about this. He's running up the ramp to catch Liston.

 

~SIX~

 

Sullivan grabs Liston and pulls him back towards the ring. Liston puts up a fight at first, then runs back to the ring.

 

~NINE~

 

~TE...

 

Liston slides into the ring, taking out Breslin's legs. Liston's on top like lightning, throwing punches into Breslin's face. Kivell tells Liston to break it up, and Liston rises, pulling Breslin to his feet. He whips Breslin against the ropes. As Breslin comes back, Liston sends a massive clothesline into him, knocking him to the mat. Liston runs against the ropes, and jumps for a leg drop. Breslin rolls out from underneath, and Liston lands hard on the mat. Both wrestlers rise, and go at each other. They lock arms, and push at each other. Liston gets Breslin into the corner, and begins to chop at his opponent's chest, as the crowd chants along.

 

"WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO!"

 

Liston bends and sends shoulder thrusts into Breslin's stomach. Breslin catches him on the third one, and sends both fists into Liston's back. Breslin puts Liston into a standing headscissors. Liston raises his upper body, sending Breslin up and over, landing on his upper back. Liston climbs the ropes, and jumps back with a falling elbow. He lands the move, and pulls Breslin into the R.I.P.

 

Axis: Well, it looks like Liston's overcome his fear. He's dealing out the damage to Breslin.

 

King: Liston's become all business. He's not fooling around anymore.

 

Axis: But he'd better be careful. Overconfidence can kill you against an opponent like Breslin.

 

King: The same goes for Breslin. Liston can be dangerous when he wants to be.

 

Breslin's foot hooks over the bottom rope, and Liston releases the hold. As Breslin pulls himself up, Liston bends at the other side of the ring, preparing for the Hunt. Breslin turns, and Liston takes off. Breslin's boot comes up and hits Liston in the face. Liston twists and falls to the mat, favoring his nose. Breslin is on top of him, and puts Liston in a Cobra Clutch. Again, Liston's screams can be heard over the cheers of the crowd. Breslin pulls Liston into a Cobra Clutch Suplex, and follows it with a pin. Referee Kivell drops for the count.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!~Kickout!

 

Liston gets to his feet, and is whipped against the ropes by Breslin. As Liston comes running back, Breslin spins, catches Liston's head, and pulls him into a Diamond Cutter. Breslin pulls Liston off the mat, and puts Liston into a standing crossface hold. He pulls Liston into a Crossface Chickenwing Suplex. Breslin goes for the cover.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THREEEE~Kickout!

 

Axis: Breslin almost had the Demon that time.

 

King: And it looks like he thinks he's won. Look at him going after the ref.

 

Breslin faces off with Kivell in the corner, his back turned to Liston. Breslin is arguing that he made the three count. Kivell will have nothing of it. Suddenly, Breslin is speared from behind, knocking Kivell into the corner. Kivell's head strikes against the metal top of the turnbuckle, and he is out cold.

 

King: I often feel sorry for the refs. They get knocked out so easily. I mean, what the hell are they doing in the ring?

 

Axis: Well, why don't you head into the ring and be his replacement?

 

King: Well, for one thing, I'm not a pansy ass loser.

 

Breslin turns, and Liston gives him a jawbreaker. Breslin goes down, and Liston turns to his manager. Sullivan is digging the brass knuckles out of his pocket. Before he can throw them into the ring, Scarlet is on him. Her fingernails rake at Sullivan's eyes as he drops the brass knuckles on the ground. She puts the blinded Sullivan into a DDT hold. Before she can pull off the move, Liston is on top of her, sending a fist to the back of her head. She goes to her knees, and Sullivan sends a boot into her head, knocking her down to the ground.

 

Axis: Look at that! That's no way to treat a girl!

 

King: She had it coming. Scarlet shouldn't have interfered.

 

Axis: Yeah, well, Sullivan should pick on someone his own size.

 

King: I agree with you, Axis. However, when it comes to the size of his package, I do believe that it is an even matchup.

 

Axis: Stooped to bathroom humor, King?

 

King: It's all Sullivan deserves.

 

Liston reaches under the apron and comes out with a chair. Sullivan picks up the brass knuckles, and the two enter the ring. Breslin comes running at the pair. Liston sends the chair into his opponent's forehead. Sullivan drops on top of Breslin, and sends a flurry of punches into his face. Scarlet climbs the apron, and Liston swings the chair into her, knocking her back down to ringside. Sullivan pulls Breslin to his feet, and leaves him to Liston. Sullivan leaves the ring, and proceeds to beat up on Scarlet at ringside. Liston smacks at Breslin with the chair, and proceeds to jam it into the bloody mess that is Breslin's face as he falls to the mat.

 

Axis: LOOK AT THIS!!! THIS IS CHAOS!!! IT'S HORRIFYING!!!

 

King: It's the most entertaining part of the match so far. Fighting inside and outside the ring. It's great!

 

Axis: Sullivan has Scarlet, and he's coming this way! Time to bail!

 

Axis and Suicide King bail from the announcer's table as Sullivan rolls Scarlet on top. Sullivan climbs onto the table, lifts Scarlet to her feet, then pulls her up as if for a drop suplex. He lets her hang for a moment before dropping her in a driver. Scarlet's head drives through the table, and into the ground as Sullivan sits out. In the ring, Liston has placed the chair between ropes in the corner. As Breslin gets to his feet, Liston stalks him. When Breslin turns towards him, Liston takes off, rams his shoulder into Breslin's midsection, wraps his arms around his opponent, lifts him and carries him into the corner, driving Breslin's back into the chair. Liston climbs the ropes and sends punches into Breslin's face. Breslin manages the strength to push Liston off the ropes. Liston comes running right back, and jams his shoulder into Breslin again. He lets Breslin fall to the mat before climbing the ropes. Once on top, Liston stands erect, spreads his arms, and jumps. His head smashes into Breslin's and both wrestlers are on the mat, writhing in pain.

 

Axis: DEMON HEADBUTT!!! LISTON GAVE BRESLIN THE DEMON HEADBUTT!!!

 

King: What a great match. Too bad we don't have a table anymore.

 

Axis: Just sit in the chair and relax. They'll get a new table between matches.

 

King: I know, but it's not the same. I like to bitch in comfort.

 

Sullivan reaches under the apron, and tosses a trash can into the ring. Liston pulls Breslin off the mat, and puts him in a standing headscissors. He lifts Breslin for the Descent through the trash can. Liston pushes out on Breslin's hips, but Breslin's hands come around and grab Liston's head, bringing it down below him, through the trash can.

 

Axis: BRESLIN REVERSED THE DESCENT!!! Liston was given the facebuster through the trash can!!!

 

King: I don't know where that sudden show of energy came from. Breslin should be worn out from the damage he's been taking.

 

Axis: It looks like Breslin may still be in this thing...

 

While Liston is still down, Breslin kicks all the weapons out of the ring. Liston gets to his feet, and Breslin delivers a Razor's Edge. Breslin grabs Liston's legs before they drop back down to the mat, and puts him in an elevated Boston Crab. Liston's face is a picture of agony as his hand taps wildly at the mat.

 

King: Look at that pansy tap. He should know that it will do no good. Kivell is out.

 

Axis: Breslin's really got things swinging his way. He's building up momentum.

 

King: As long as Kivell is out, Breslin can't win.

 

Breslin pulls up harder on Liston's legs, applying more and more pressure. Eventually, Liston's cries grow weaker and weaker, as he passes out from the pressure. Breslin releases the hold, and tries to revive referee Kivell. As Kivell gets to his feet, Liston comes from behind and lifts Breslin into a Torture Rack. Breslin's cries sound out as Liston applies more pressure before swinging around and sitting out, dropping Breslin's chin onto Liston's shoulder. Breslin goes down as Liston covers, and Sullivan slides into the ring.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THREEEEE~NO!!!

 

Scarlet slides into the ring and pulls Liston off of Breslin. Sullivan crosses the ring and chops at Scarlet as Kivell tries to separate the two and send them both out of the ring.

 

Axis: Quick save by Scarlet. I thought that Liston had it.

 

King: Did you see that move Liston made? I've never seen him do anything like it!

 

Axis: Liston's ability to evolve with a match is incredible. We've seen it in the past.

 

King: But this was a big move. I'm surprised to see Breslin's still conscious.

 

Axis: What did Sullivan leave in the ring?

 

King: What?

 

Axis: He left something in the ring by the far turnbuckle. No one has noticed it yet.

 

King: Maybe you're just imagining things.

 

Breslin rises, and is whipped into the far corner. On his way, he kicks something large and black out of the ring.

 

Axis: You see! What was that thing?

 

King: Who cares? It's out now.

 

Outside the ring, Sullivan and Scarlet are at it again. Scarlet pulls Sullivan into a DDT. She then climbs onto his back and rakes at his back. Sullivan flips Scarlet off his back, and smashes his fist into her face. Inside the ring, Breslin has found some strength, and pulls Liston into the corner. Breslin proceeds to throw knees into Liston's midsection. Liston pushes Breslin to the mat, and jumps to the top rope. Breslin quickly gets to his feet, and knocks the ropes out from under Liston's feet. Liston falls, his groin crashing to the turnbuckle.

 

King: OOH! THAT'S GOTTA HURT!!!

 

Axis: Liston being a little over-confident there. Now he pays the painful price.

 

King: And what a price! I'm sorry, but I want to have children.

 

Breslin pulls Liston's head down to a DDT position. He takes a few steps back before falling out, dropping Liston's head into the mat.

 

Axis: LANDSLIDE!!! BRESLIN DEALT OUT THE LANDSLIDE!!!

 

King: Oh, the pain Liston must be in now! His face and his testicles are probably killing him!

 

Axis: And Breslin's going for the pin!

 

Kivell drops to the mat as the crowd chants along...

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THREEEEEEEEEE~NO!!!

 

Sullivan reaches from ringside, and hooks Liston's leg over the bottom rope. Kivell stops the count, and shouts at Sullivan to get away from the ring. Scarlet is almost immediately upon Sullivan. Sullivan scoops her up, and rams her back into the turnbuckle. She rises and runs at him. Sullivan, bends, and lifts Scarlet up and over the barrier, into the audience. Scarlet crashes through a few chairs on her way to the concrete floor. Inside the ring, Breslin lifts Liston off the mat, and receives a low blow. He goes down as Liston gives him a crack in the head with his knee. Kivell turns back to the action to see Breslin on the mat, and Liston on top, throwing punches.

 

Axis: Another save by Sullivan. If it wasn’t for him, Liston wouldn't be in this match.

 

King: Liston shouldn't still be in this match. He's not experienced enough. The only reason he's here is because it's become a handicap match.

 

Axis: Well, now that Kivell is back on his feet, I don't expect to see too much more of Sullivan in the ring. Plus, Scarlet is keeping him busy.

 

King: Scarlet is currently unconscious after taking out a row of ringside seats. If that's keeping Sullivan busy, then I overestimate his abilities when I say he SUCKS!

 

Axis: Give him a break, King.

 

King: Sullivan sucks more than your mom on a good business day.

 

Axis: HEY!!!

 

King: What? I needed a point of reference.

 

Liston pulls Breslin up before putting him in a standing headscissors. Liston lifts Breslin into the air, as for a powerbomb. He pushes out on Breslin's hips, grabs his head, and pulls Breslin down into a facebuster.

 

Axis: DESCENT! DEMON PULLED OFF THE DESCENT!!!

 

King: Breslin may be done. I don't know how he can find the energy to kick out after the abuse he's taken.

 

Axis: Liston's going for the pin...

 

Liston pins, Kivell falls to his knees, and the crowd chants with the count.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!!

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEE~NO!!!!!

 

Breslin gets an arm up at the last possible moment. The Demon is shocked. His face turns red as he paces.

 

Axis: BRESLIN GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!!

 

King: You have to give this guy respect. He's taken so much damage, and still gets his arm up. He's not going to let that title go.

 

Axis: Liston is stunned! He doesn't know what to do!

 

Liston pulls Breslin off the mat. He knees Breslin in the stomach, and pulls him up in the air. Liston delivers a Cross Powerbomb, and lifts Breslin's legs for the pin.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~NO!!!

 

Breslin's arm flops over the bottom rope. Liston's bloody sweat pours off his face as his irritation vents. Screaming, he kicks at Breslin. Kivell breaks it up and walks Liston into a corner. Sullivan walks up to the ringside opposite Kivell. Liston sees Sullivan pick something off the ground, and place it in the ring by the far turnbuckle. Sullivan then crosses the ring, and throws punches at Breslin. Kivell turns, sees Sullivan, and chases him off.

 

Axis: Look! Sullivan just put that thing back in the ring! What is it?

 

King: I know what it is.

 

While Kivell's back is turned, Liston picks up the TV Title belt, unfolds it, and smiles. He wraps it around the bottom of the turnbuckle, so Kivell can't see it. He then walks up to Breslin, and Kivell turns his attention back to the match. Liston pulls Breslin off the mat. He whips Breslin into the corner, and comes charging after him. As Liston approaches, and bends for the shoulder thrust, Breslin pulls the lower half of his body up. Liston's shoulder goes right into the metal turnbuckle. Breslin falls to the mat behind Liston, slides under him and pulls him down into a pin. Kivell drops for the count...

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~NO!!!!!!!

 

From outside the ring, Sullivan grabs Breslin's head and pulls, forcing Breslin to break the hold. Sullivan darts back away from the ring as Kivell warns him that one more offence will result in a disqualification.

 

Axis: Finally. Why did Kivell wait so long for that?

 

King: Why didn't he force Sullivan to leave ringside? That seems the smartest thing to do.

 

Axis: Now, if Sullivan interferes once more, Liston will be disqualified.

 

King: That's silly, actually. The Demon will have lost before Sullivan can do anything.

 

Axis: Why do you say that, King?

 

King: Liston could use the title belt, but doesn't. If he pulled off a title shot, he would win this match.

 

Axis: What are you talking about? Kivell would disqualify him.

 

King: All the same, if you get hit with the title, you're gonna lose. It's a proven fact.

 

Breslin lifts Liston off the mat, and receives an elbow in the face. Liston throws punches at Breslin, forcing him to cross the ring. In the opposite corner, Liston begins to throw chops into Sullivan's chest.

 

"WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO!"

 

Liston climbs the bottom rope, and sends punches into Breslin's face. Breslin pushes Liston off, but Liston rebounds and smashes his shoulder into Breslin's midsection. Liston lifts Breslin to the top rope. He climbs up, pulls Breslin up and over, and lands a Superplex. Across the ring, Sullivan climbs the apron. Kivell storms across the ring, yelling a warning at Sullivan. With Kivell's back turned, Liston crosses the ring, reaches and unhooks the title. He runs back at Breslin, jumps in the air, and smashes the title into Breslin's face. Breslin falls to the mat, and Liston drops the title belt as he lands. It goes sliding over the edge of the ring as Kivell turns to see what happened.

 

Axis: LISTON HIT BRESLIN WITH THE TITLE!

 

King: Breslin is lying stunned by the blow. Liston's got this match in the bag.

 

Liston quickly rolls Breslin over and pins him. Kivell drops for the count.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Axis: DEMON WON!!! LISTON IS THE NEW SJL TV CHAMPION!!!

 

King: You know, it's true. If you're hit with the title, you're screwed. There's no denying it, you're going down.

 

Sullivan slides into the ring with the TV Title belt in hand, as Rob Zombie's "Demon Speeding" sounds across the arena. He and Kivell raise Liston's arms in victory, as Funyon's voice comes over the loudspeakers.

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, here's your winner, and new SJL Television Champion, "THE DEMON" JIMMY LISTON!!!

 

The crowd goes wild as the camera pans back to Suicide King and Axis, sitting in chairs amongst the ruins of the announcer's table.

 

King: What a great match. You have to admire these two men, who take so much abuse and keep going.

 

Axis: Admire Demon? He cheated all match.

 

King: Axis, come on. He didn't cheat. If he did, he would have been disqualified. He won fair and square.

 

Axis: What about the chair? The brass knuckles? The title belt?

 

King: Are you saying bad things about our referees? Are you saying they don’t do their jobs?

 

Axis: No, but...

 

King: But nothing. Liston won, fair and square.

 

Axis: Whatever. Up next, the Handicap Match between John Duran, and the team of "The Extreme Solution" Johnathan Clarke and Dan "The Phoenix" Caldwell.

 

King: But first, they'll hopefully get us a new table.

 

The camera fades to commercial.

[Guest realitycheck]

Fade in from commercials.

 

Axis: "Welcome back to Wrath, we're in New Jersey, and King, our next match will feature a man who must be feeling quite frustrated at the moment."

 

King: "John Duran did fall short against Charlie Matthews on Metal, Axis, but I think Duran is going to get his chance to let out some of his anger tonight."

 

Axis: "Duran's opponents aren't exactly pushovers though in Johnathan Clarke and Dan Caldwell."

 

King: "It doesn't matter, Axis, they're stepping into the ring with an angry man who has been battered and beaten down these past two weeks, and is ready to just let it all loose in the ring tonight, and unfortunately, 'The Extreme Solution' and 'The Phoenix' will be Duran's path."

 

Axis: "It's hard to say what Duran will pull tonight, but we won't have to wonder for long, as it's time for this match to begin!"

 

Funyon is waiting in the ring to deliver the introductions.

 

Funyon: "Ladies and gentleman, this next match is a HANDICAP MATCH scheduled for one fall!"

 

The lights go out in the arena as the fans begin to cheer, a burning fuse traveling up the entrance ramp, reaching the top and exploding into a deep red pyro. "Immortal" by Adema plays, and the lights flash back on, Johnathan Clarke standing in the entranceway with his back turned to the fans, arms outstretched slightly. Clarke spins around and begins to walk down towards the ring.

 

Funyon: "Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds, from Newcastle upon Tyne, he is THE EXTREME SOLUTION, JOHNATHAN CLARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKE!"

 

The fans continue to cheer as Clarke gives high fives to some of the fans on either side of the aisle, sliding face first into the ring. Johnathan goes over to a corner and stands on the second turnbuckle, playing to the fans before jumping back down onto the mat.

 

Red lights begin to flash in the arena, the crowd continuing to cheer as the opening notes of "Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against The Machine blare through the loudspeakers. Dan Caldwell walks out, sporting his black robe.

 

Funyon: "And his partner, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, DAN...THE PHOENIX...CALDWELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!"

 

Dan walks towards the ring, silently entering the ring and sliding off his black robe, preparing himself for the match by smacking himself a couple of times in the head, as Clarke goes over to talk strategy with him. As "Sinner" by Drowning Pool kicks in, the crowd explodes into a chorus of boos. John Duran makes his entrance into the Continental Airlines Arena, looking just as intense as ever, missing the smug smile that some had gotten used to seeing on the face of "The Sinner."

 

Funyon: "Their opponent, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds, from Champaign, Illinois, he is THE SINNER, JOHN DURANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

 

Duran begins his way to the ring, not taking his eyes off his two opponents, and suddenly snatching a sign right in front of them that says "Duran Sucks," tearing it in two pieces and throwing it behind him in disgust. John keeps walking down towards the ring, seemingly sporting a huge attitude as he takes his time getting into the ring. Duran climbs up the ring steps and steps through the ropes, leaning against the corner opposite Caldwell and Clarke, as it is decided that Clarke will start the match against Caldwell. Dan steps through the ropes, as referee Ced Ordonez calls for the bell.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Duran and "The Extreme Solution" approach each other in the ring, sizing each other up for a moment before locking up in a collar-and-elbow tie up. John throws Clarke into the ropes nearest the entranceway. On the way back, Duran extends his arm to clothesline Johnathan to the mat, but Clarke ducks the attempt, going to the opposite ropes near the announce booth. Clarke quickly rebounds off the ropes, not giving Duran enough time to turn around as Johnathan's momentum allows him to hit a clothesline, knocking "The Sinner" to the mat and surprising some folks in the crowd at the force of the move.

 

Axis: "I think Clarke saw that clothesline coming a mile away. It's almost become a signature of Duran to start the match that way, and Johnathan Clarke is off to a good start in this match because of that slipup!"

 

King: "A minor slip, if that."

 

Despite being knocked down to the mat flat on his back, Duran is quick to get to his feet, approaching Clarke again. Clarke keeps "The Sinner" at bay however, kicking him in the midsection and stopping John in his tracks. "The Extreme Solution" then puts Duran in a front face lock, lifting Duran's right arm and draping it across his shoulder. Holding on to John's tights, Clarke quickly falls backwards, lifting Duran slightly and quickly dropping him onto his back with a snap suplex.

 

Axis: "Very nice looking snap suplex there from Clarke."

 

King: "I'm wondering how he was able to lift Duran off his feet! Look at Johnathan; he's a little worm! Bahahahaha!"

 

Clarke does not waste a moment, continuing his offensive strike and bring Duran to his feet, hitting him with right hands as John reels back towards the corner. Once Duran finds himself trapped in the corner, surrounding by the ring ropes, Clarke begins to unload knife-edge chops onto the chest of "The Sinner." Duran winces in pain as each one of the chops connect. Johnathan grabs Duran's head, bringing him out of the corner and bending him over a little bit. Clarke then suddenly brings up his right knee, slamming it into the face of the former Television and European champion, the crowd letting out a groan of surprise, hearing the knee smack against Duran's face even in the cheap seats.

 

Axis: "Good lord, what a knee from Clarke!"

 

King: "Quit ruining Duran's beautiful face!"

 

Clarke retracts his knee for a moment before bringing it up once again, nailing Duran in the face once again, and then one last time, John looking completely out of it as "The Extreme Solution" bends down, picking Duran up and scoop slamming him to the mat. Clarke, wanting to get the match over as soon as possible, goes for the cover as Ordonez swings around to count the first pinfall of the match.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

T-KICKOUT!

 

King: "Clarke's going to have to do some more damage to keep Duran down, especially this early in the match!"

 

Axis: "You have to admit though, Clarke gave it to Duran from the get go, and I think John is surprised by this early offense!"

 

Clarke doesn't show any signs of frustrations, simply bringing Duran back to his feet, backing up slightly to the ropes nearest the entranceway and then whipping John towards the opposite ropes. As "The Sinner" goes off the rebound from those ropes, Clarke begins to charge, ready to unload the Extreme Momentum Stopper, bending down. However, Duran sidesteps the spear, Clarke barely able to keep his momentum from sending him right to the outside. Johnathan quickly turns around but finds a boot in the midsection, doubling him over as Duran turns his body around, grasping Clarke's head and placing it on his right shoulder before dropping down, almost snapping the neck of "The Extreme Solution" in two with a reverse neckbreaker.

 

Axis: "Things might be looking down for the team of Clarke and Caldwell right now, Johnathan should be looking for a tag out to Dan soon..."

 

Clarke is a tough man and won't go down that easily, quickly getting back to his feet despite slightly holding his neck. Duran tries to nail Johnathan with a clothesline, but the clothesline once again misses, Clarke ducking under it and quickly spinning around, lifting his leg and slamming it against Duran's chest, sending John down to the mat with a pretty looking spinning wheel kick that gets the crowd buzzing. Clarke notices that Duran isn't staying down for long, as John is already getting to his feet, so Clarke goes for the tag, halfway diving for the hand of Caldwell. The hands connect, but Ced doesn't acknowledge the tag. Johnathan looks puzzled, before Ordonez points to the tag ropes. Clarke suddenly realizes his mistakes, grabbing onto the tag ropes and trying to tag Dan, but Duran grabs both of Clarke's legs and drags him backwards, away from the grasp of Caldwell as the crowd groans in displeasure.

 

King: "Bahahahahahaha! Rookie mistake!"

 

Axis: "That's all it was, King, it's a damn shame that he forgot the tag ropes at a moment like this."

 

King: "Time for Duran to bring the pain!"

 

Clarke can't hold on to the tag ropes, relinquishing his hold on them as Duran drags him into the middle of the ring. John picks Clarke up to his feet, grabbing his left arm and whipping him towards the opposite corner. John pauses for a moment to taunt Caldwell, giving him the finger that shows that he's #1 in Duran's back, getting Dan riled up as John charges towards Johnathan, ready to unload a spear into the gut of "The Extreme Solution." However, Clarke dodges, and the spear sends Duran into the ring post shoulder first, eliciting a groan from the throng of crowd members in the arena. Johnathan acts quickly, trying to keep Duran down before going for the tag.

 

King: "Clarke, you idiot, go for the tag!"

 

Axis: "I don't think he wants to see Duran charging towards him anytime soon, and frankly, I don't blame him!"

 

Clarke takes what's left of Duran after that train wreck with the ring post, bringing him upright and grabbing John's right arm, whipping him towards the friendly corner. However, Duran reverses it easily, letting out a grunt as he tosses Johnathan into the corner. Clarke hits the corner hard, bouncing out and staggering into the middle of the ring, as Duran charges, nailing the spear and driving him right back towards the corner, Clarke's head snapping backwards from the force of the spear as he slumps down in the corner. "The Sinner" turns around, taunting the crowd and giving some choice members of the crowd the middle finger as he shows off. Clarke is slowly gaining his senses, looking around his surroundings. Suddenly, Johnathan seems to realize where he is, putting his hand in the tag rope and tagging the outstretched hand of Dan Caldwell, the crowd exploding with cheers as "The Phoenix" makes his entrance.

 

Axis: "Duran, you might want to turn---"

 

King: "JOHN, TURN AROUND!"

 

Duran finally does turn around, noticing Caldwell and charging towards him, but Dan acts as quickly as lightning, hitting Duran with a drop toehold that sends John face first into the mat. The crowd cheers Dan on as he locks on a crossface submission, Ced quickly hitting the mat to check on Duran.

 

Axis: "King, Duran might be in trouble!"

 

King: "No way!"

 

The hold is locked on far too close to the ropes for anything to matter much, Duran still wincing in pain, however, as he quickly scampers towards the ropes, slamming his right hand on the bottom rope as Ordonez tells Caldwell to break the hold.

 

King: "Ha! So much for that, eh Axis?"

 

Caldwell releases the hold promptly, the crowd disappointed that it wasn't smack dab in the middle of the ring. Dan brings Duran to his feet, however, and goes to hit John with a right hand. "The Sinner" reverses it, however, clocking Caldwell in the face with a right hand of his own, a second, and a third, getting Caldwell reeling. With Dan stunned, Duran grabs Caldwell and whips him into the ropes, towards the friendly corner. "The Extreme Solution" doesn't see Caldwell coming, however, and Dan collides with Clarke, sending Johnathan to the mat as the crowd is stunned at what has just transpired. Caldwell suddenly stops, turning around, wondering what happened to Clarke, as Duran approaches from behind. The crowd begins to boo once Caldwell turns around, "The Sinner" slapping his hand around the throat of Caldwell, turning towards the middle of the ring and lifting him up before dropping him right back down near the center of the squared circle with a choke slam. Duran quickly gets to his feet, calling for the end, the momentum now very much in his favor.

 

King: "YES! Do the Ultimate Sin, Duran!"

 

Despite John not being able to hear the King in the ring, especially with the chorus of boos surrounding him. Duran brings Caldwell to his feet, Clarke still on the outside of the ring, shaking out the cobwebs as John puts Dan in a standing headscissors, bending down and wrapping his arms around the waist of Caldwell before lifting him up and putting him in a crucifix position. The crowd continues to boo as Duran tosses Dan up, catching him and sitting down, driving Caldwell down hard with the Ultimate Sin. John quickly stretches his legs out, covering the shoulders of Caldwell as Clarke gets to his feet, Ordonez counting the pinfall.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

 

THREE! Clarke doesn't make it in time!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

"Sinner" plays, and the crowd continues to boo as Duran quickly rolls out of the ring, avoiding Clarke's attacks, escaping up the entrance ramp, that smug smile returning to his face.

 

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

 

Clarke stands in the ring, hands on his hips, in disbelief after that loss.

 

Axis: "King, it doesn't look like Johnathan is very happy at all..."

 

King: "Master of the obvious, thanks."

 

Dan slowly gets to his feet, Clarke simply waiting there, the crowd buzzing, wondering what's going on. Dan gets to his feet, still dazed, and gets pushed from behind by Clarke. Caldwell seems to snap out of his daze, angered, turning around and getting in the face of Clarke. A nearby camera catches the conversation between the two men.

 

Clarke: "Do you want to blow some more matches for me? Huh?"

 

Caldwell: "Where were you when Duran finished me off?"

 

Clarke: "On the mat because of you!"

 

Caldwell: "I didn't hit you that hard, you pus--"

 

Clarke has heard enough, kicking Dan in the midsection and putting him in a front facelock, throwing Dan's left arm over his shoulder and hooking the near leg. Clarke quickly picks Caldwell up into the air, perpendicular with the mat, before spinning three hundred and sixty degrees and dropping Dan onto his head.

 

King: "Extreme Spinning Cradle Brainbuster! That was beautiful!"

 

Axis: "What is Clarke doing?"

 

King: "Bwhahahahahahaha!"

 

The crowd is stunned as Clarke rolls out of the ring, angered and yet seemingly a little bit pleased after dropping Caldwell like a bad habit.

 

Axis: "Folks, we have to take a break and sort everything out, I'm not sure what happened here, but we'll be back."

 

Fade out to commercials for Stubby P. McIceCream with "New Weed Flavoring."

[Guest realitycheck]

(We return from the previous segment of SJL Wrath, as the camera spans around the Continental Airlines Arena, in East Rutherford, New Jersey. The camera catches glimpses of the crazed up fans, waving their signs, and cheering on their favorite's and booing the most hated wrestlers in the world. The camera cuts down to The Suicide King, and Axis, scuffling through some papers, at their normal announcer’s booth at ringside!)

 

Axis: Welcome back, to SJL Wrath!

 

Suicide King: You always say that.

 

Axis: That is because we are always coming back from commercial break, so I should welcome the fans.

 

Suicide King: Why welcome the fans? We are the ones putting on the show for them.

 

Axis: No manners, King. No manners. Fans, we have had one explosive show for you tonight. The SJL Television title was put up for grabs, not to mention a new number one contender to the SJL Television title was crowned.

 

Suicide King: But that isn't all folks. Tell them what we still have planned for the rest of the show, Axis!

 

Axis: The SJL European Championship, will be up for grabs, as the current champion, Charlie "Grappler" Matthews, defends against the number one contender to that title, Scott Solomon!

 

Suicide King: And . . . Keep going, Axis.

 

Axis: Let me finish. In the main event, in the biggest rematch in SJL history, the SJL World Heavyweight Champion, Crow, will defend his title, against the man that hasn't been able to defeat Crow since Crow winning the SJL World Heavyweight Championship from Sean Atlas, Va'aiga. But not only that! Va'aiga says, that if he cannot defeat Crow for the World Heavyweight Championship, then Va'aiga will retire! But not only that!

 

Suicide King: You mean there is more?

 

Axis: You are damn right there is more! This match, will take place inside, an FIFTEEN-FOOT HIGH STEEL CAGE!

 

Suicide King: Get a shot of the cage above the ring, camera man!

 

(The camera focus's on the steel cage above the ring, as we can still hear Axis and Suicide King talking.)

 

Axis: After Va'aiga powerbombed Crow through that table during the contract signing for this match, we don't know the condition of Crow!

 

(The camera cuts back down to Suicide King and Axis.)

 

Suicide King: But enough about the main event. Let's talk about the next match!

 

Axis: The next match is also a dozy! "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins . . .

 

Suicide King: My favorite wrestler, and yours.

 

Axis: Yeah, right. Spike Jenkins, takes on Hate Personified, Manson in a Submission match! Now, there are two rules for this match. One, too win, you must make your opponent tap out. Two, rule number one is the only rule!

 

Suicide King: I want more fire to be used between these two! Spike nearly set Manson on fire on Metal, when he drowned him in gasoline. Luckily, those officials came out, and pulled Spike away before he can drop the lit match on Manson!

 

Axis: I'm getting word that it is time to get the action going, so let's cut over to Funyon, who is already in the ring!

 

Funyon: Ladies and Gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall, and is a Submission Match! There are no disqualifications or count outs in this match, and the only way too win, is to make your opponent tap out! First, making his way to the ring!

 

(The lights in the arena drop down, and red strobe lights start flashing all over the arena, as "Hate Song" by The Haunted starts up over the loud speaker. Manson walks out from behind the entrance curtain, wearing his normal attire, and his leather jacket. Manson walks down the ramp, ignoring the booing fans around him, focusing on the ring. Manson makes his way up to the ring, slides in under the bottom rope, and gets to his feet. Manson stretches his arms back, and quietly walks toward the corner, turning his back to the turnbuckles, and dropping down, sitting on the mat, leaning against the corner, facing the entrance ramp.)

 

Funyon: First, weighing in at Two Hundred and Ten Pounds even. From Denver, Colorado. He is Hate Personified. He is The Machine. He is Manson!!!

 

(The crowd continues booing toward the direction of Manson, and even begin a "Manson Sucks" chant. Manson ignores them completely, and keeps his focus on the entrance ramp, waiting for his rival to appear.)

 

Funyon: AND HIS OPPONENT!

 

("Hate Song" slowly dies down, as the lights come back onto a full. The opening of "Revolution . . . Revolucion" by Ill Nino fills the arena, and the fans rise to their feet, and begin . . . cheering?)

 

Axis: Making his way to the ring. Weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty Pounds even. From Hollywood, California. He is "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins!!!!!

 

(Funyon walks over to the ropes, and silently steps through the ropes, and drops down to the floor, before taking a seat at ringside. Manson and the whole arena keep their attention toward the entrance area, waiting for Spike to appear. After several seconds, and no one appears, the crowd begins wondering where he is.)

 

Axis: Where is Spike? I saw him backstage before the show, getting ready for this match.

 

Suicide King: Maybe he got scared of Manson, and ran away?

 

(Manson sits in the corner, wondering where Spike is. Manson starts shouting at the referee, who also has no idea where Spike is, when out of the blue, a trash can lid gets driven into the side of Manson's head by Spike Jenkins!)

 

*Ding Ding Ding*

 

Axis: What the . . . ?

 

Suicide King: Spike hoped the guard rail, and nailed Manson on the side of the head with the trash can lid! Genius!

 

("Revolution . . . Revolucion" quickly dies down, as Spike rolls in the ring, still holding the trash can, with Natasha on the outside of the ring. Natasha tosses the trash can's she was holding over the top rope into the ring, as Spike grabs Manson by the hair, and lifts him to his feet. Manson leans back, and slaps the trash can lid over Manson's head for the second time, knocking Manson backwards into the ropes. Spike tosses the trash can lid to the side, and quickly walks over to the trash cans. Spike picks up one of the trash cans, and turns toward Manson. Spike lifts the trash can above his head and slams it down onto Manson's skull, nearly knocking Manson to the mat. Spike lifts the trash can over his head again, and slams it down onto Manson's skill for the second time!)

 

Axis: Spike using that cheap shot to his advantage, and destroy Manson with those trash can shots to head.

 

Suicide King: Spike is really using this no disqualification rule to his full advantage.

 

(Spike backs away from Manson, who is using the top rope to barely keep him on his feet. Spike looks at the dented trash can, and tosses it, driving it into Manson's face, knocking Manson down to the mat with the trash can!)

 

Axis: Ouch! Spike threw the trash can straight into Manson's face, the final blow to knock Manson to the mat!

 

(Spike turns around, and quickly walks over to the second trash can. Spike grabs the trash can off the mat, and turns back toward Manson. Spike grabs Manson by the hair, and pulls him up to his feet, and drags him into the center of the ring. Spike puts the trash can over Manson's head, stuffing Manson's upper body in the can. Spike steps back, before leaping into the air, and kicking the trash can, nailing the back of Manson's head!)

 

Axis: Standing Enzuguri onto Manson with the trash can over his head!

 

Suicide King: Stunning move by Spike!

 

(Spike quickly gets to one knee, and holds his arms out, posing for the crowd, who seem to be cheering him on.)

 

Axis: The fans have been really getting behind Spike lately.

 

Suicide King: It's because of his natural charisma, his in-ring talent, and his good looks. HE IS THE TOTAL PACKAGE!

 

(Spike drops down to the mat, and rolls under the bottom rope to the floor. Spike lifts the ring apron up, and starts looking under the ring.)

 

Axis: What is Spike going for now?

 

Suicide King: Something to hit Manson over the head with?

 

Axis: Thank you, Mr. Obvious.

 

(Spike starts to pull something out from under the ring, but is giving him a bit of trouble. After a few seconds of pulling, Spike drags out a fifteen-foot ladder from under the ring! The crowd starts cheering, as Spike looks around the audience for approval. Spike picks the ladder off the floor, and places it on the apron, sliding it under the bottom rope, into the ring. Spike follows behind it, rolling into the ring under the bottom rope.)

 

Axis: Spike is a high flyer, so he knows how to work a ladder.

 

Suicide King: But Manson is a hardcore wrestler, and the ladder is a weapon. This can be used to hurt both of them!

 

(Spike gets to his feet, and lifts the ladder off the mat. Spike places the ladder in the corner, putting it at an angle, so it leans up against the turnbuckles. Spike turns around, and heads toward Manson. Manson, getting to his feet, is grabbed by the wrist, as Spike whips him across the ring toward the ladder, but Manson reverses it, sending Spike back first into the ladder with a loud CRACK!)

 

Axis: Manson is still alive in this match, and look at the pain on Spike's face! Spikes’ body crashed into that ladder!

 

(Manson takes the opportunity, and charges toward Spike, but Spike puts his boot up, causing Manson to run face first into it! Manson stumbles out of the corner, stunned from the boot. Spike charges off the ladder and out of the corner toward Manson, going for a clothesline, but Manson ducks under it. Spike quickly turns back to Manson, who locks his arms around Spike's waist, and quickly tosses Spike backwards, throwing him with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex back first onto the ladder!!! Spike slides neck first down the ladder, and onto the mat, his whole body crumpling over itself.)

 

Axis: WOW!

 

Suicide King: What a wake up call for Spike! Manson just tossed him into that ladder!

 

Axis: Overhead belly to belly suplex into the ladder! That's insane!

 

(Manson rolls over onto his stomach, and gets up to his knees, with a sly smirk over his face from the pain he just caused Spike. Manson gets up to his feet, and walks over to Spike, pulling him away from the ladder and into the center of the ring. Manson walks back to the corner, and opens the ladder, placing it in the corner. Manson walks back over to Spike, and pulls him up to his feet. Manson grabs Spike's wrist, and whips him into the corner, toward the ladder, but Spike reverses it, sending Manson back first into the open ladder! Spike takes a breath, and charges at Manson, diving to the ground with a roll, and leaping out of hit, going for a rolling monkey flip, but Manson moves out of the way, causing Spike to jump into the ladder, but with his balance, Spike lands on the fourth rung, and lands standing on the ladder. Manson turns back toward Spike, and charges at him to get him off the ladder, but Spike kicks back, kicking Manson in the jaw, pushing Manson backwards and onto the mat. Spike turns around on the ladder, now facing toward Manson. Manson slowly gets up to his feet, and stumbles toward Spike, who leaps off the ladder, wrapping his legs around Manson's head, spins around, and flips Manson over onto his back with a Hurricanrana!!! The crowd begins a "Hollywood" chant, as Natasha starts slamming her hands against the mat, and Spike and Manson lay on the mat, exhausted.)

 

Axis: Hurricanrana off the ladder to Manson!

 

Suicide King: Spike flew like a bird right there!

 

Axis: Both men are down now, and exhausted. They are really bringing this no disqualification rule into effect, but they haven't even started using submissions! They have just been beating the hell out of each other!

 

Suicide King: They are beating the hell out of each other because they don't like each other. They hate each other. And they just want to hurt the other man. It's not about winning any more between these two, it's about destroying the other!

 

(Both men lay on the mat, getting as much oxygen as they can into their bodies, as the referee goes around, checking on both of them. The referee has to wait for them to get back up, as he can't count either man out. Slowly, Spike starts to move around, followed by a turn onto his stomach, and a slow get up to his feet. Manson, begins to move around also, but not as fast as Spike. Spike stumbles over to the corner, and grabs the ladder. Spike pulls the ladder out of the corner, and toward the center of the ring, where he drops it into a standing position. Spike begins to make his way up the ladder, planning to go for a high risk move off the ladder onto the downed Manson. Spike makes his way up to the fourth rung, when Manson jumps up to his feet. Spike climbs up to the fifth rung, but before he can get some offense in on Manson, Manson dives at the ladder, pushing it over, causing both the ladder and Spike to crash onto the top rope, Spike landing chest first onto it! Spike hangs over the top rope, half inside the ring, and half outside of it.)

 

Axis: Spike was taking a big risk, but Manson stopped him midway through it, and now Spike is hanging over the top rope right in front of us!

 

Suicide King: Look at the look on Spike's face. He is all blue!

 

(Manson walks around the ring, with a little grin on his face, catching his breath. The crowd starts up their "Manson Sucks" chant again, as Natasha runs around the ring, to check on Spike. Manson drops down onto his back, on the mat, and rolls under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring. Manson walks around the outside of the ring, over to the where Funyon sits. Manson pushes Funyon off his chair, and to the floor, and takes Funyon’s chair. Manson folds the chair, and walk’s around toward's Natasha, who is trying to help Spike. Manson yells at her, and she quickly backs off, walking around the ring, as Spike continues hanging from the top rope. Manson walks over toward Spike, leans back with the chair, and cracks it over Spike's unprotected skull with a loud CRACK sound coming out of the collision!!! Manson leans back with the chair again, and again cracks it over Spike's skull for the second time. Manson leans back and cracks it over Spike's skull again for a third time!!! Spike tips over the top rope, and drops down onto the apron, and onto the floor in front of the announcer’s booth.)

 

Suicide King: Oh man! Stiff chair shots all around!

 

Axis: Spike is busted open after those three chair shots, and is nearly unconscious here in front of us, King!

 

Suicide King: This is a submission match! Stop hitting each other with weapons!

 

Axis: Well, the no disqualification rule is in effect, and both Manson and Spike are out to hurt each other here.

 

(Manson tosses the chair back over toward Funyon, and walks up to the ring. Manson lifts the ring apron up, and starts rumbling under the ring, looking for a new weapon. Manson pops back out, and pulls out a table! Manson pulls it all the way out from under the ring, and drops it down in front of the announcer’s table. Manson flips the table over onto its side, and pulls its legs out, lifting the table up, and putting it in a standing position. Manson walks around the side of the table, and walks over to Spike. Manson grabs Spike by the hair, and pulls him up to his feet. Manson drags Spike over toward the table, and lays Spike down on top of it. Manson grabs Spike's hair, and hits several right punches to Spike's forehead, opening the cut wider. Manson lets Spike drop down onto the table, and makes his way back to the ring. Manson climbs up onto the ring apron, and makes his way to the corner. Manson turns toward Spike, and lifts himself into a standing position on the middle rope!)

 

Suicide King: He is going to kill Spike . . . AGAIN!

 

Axis: Manson is going for that mid-rope elbow drop to the floor through the table again! He hit that on Spike during their street fight, and had Spike beat if Natasha didn't interfere! If he hits this, it is over!

 

(Manson prepares to leap off the ropes, when Natasha jumps on the apron behind Manson, and wraps her arms around Manson's right leg, stopping him from jumping. Manson tries to shake her off, but she has a tight hold on his leg. Using the distraction, Spike rolls off the table, and falls forward onto the ring apron. Spike climbs up onto the ring apron, and gets to a standing position thanks to the ropes. Manson struggles to push Natasha off of him, but she refuses to let go. Manson has enough of playing around with her, and grabs her by her hair, and pushes her as hard as he can off of him, and off the apron to the floor, causing her to land on the protective mat, but with a sick THUD.)

 

Axis: That's disgusting!

 

Suicide King: Natasha!!!!

 

Axis: Manson hitting a woman like that. She can be seriously injured! She is not a professional wrestler!

 

(Manson turns his attention back toward the table, but to his surprise, Spike is not there anymore. Manson sees Spike coming at him, but it's too late for him to protect himself, as Spike unleashes a right hand, hitting Manson on the side of the head. Spike leans back, and cracks another right hand over Manson's head, and a third and a fourth. With Manson momentarily stunned, Spike grabs him by his shirt, and pants, and with all of Spike's strength, he pulls Manson off the top rope, and throws him head first through the table!!!!!!)

 

Suicide King: OH MY GOD!!

 

Axis: SPIKE JENKINS THREW MANSON HEAD FIRST FROM THE MIDDLE ROPE THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!

 

(Manson lies in the rubble of the table, as the crowd starts a "Holy Shit" chant. Spike drops to a seated position on the apron, whipping the blood from his eyes, and trying to catch his breath.)

 

Axis: That was one of the most insane things I have ever seen! Manson went HEAD FIRST through the table! He could be dead!

 

Suicide King: No, I see him moving. There is still some life left in him!

 

(Spike hops down to the floor from the ring apron, and walks around the ring, toward the downed Natasha. Spike walks up to Natasha, and leans down, checking on her. Knowing that she is all right, Spike turns toward the ring, and crawls toward the apron. Spike tosses the ring apron up, and sticks his upper body under the ring, looking for something. After a few seconds, and some rummaging around, Spike crawls back out from under the ring, holding a duffle bag.)

 

Axis: Now what is in there?

 

Suicide King: Something that will end Manson's career for good, maybe?

 

(Spike gets up to his feet, and leans back against the ring apron. Spike opens the duffle bag wide open, and pulls out . . . A LIGHTER AND A BOTTLE OF HAIR SPRAY!!! Spike places the items on the apron, and tosses the duffle bag to the side, as the crowd cheers for the soon to come fire ball by Spike.)

 

Axis: NOT AGAIN!

 

Suicide King: I was right! He is going to burn Manson's face off!

 

Axis: Two weeks ago, Spike shot a fire ball into Manson's face using the same lighter and hair spray, that temporarily blinded Manson, then on Metal, Spike tried to set Manson on fire by pouring gasoline on him! Now he is going to try it again!

 

(Spike walks around the ring, and walks up to the rubble of table that Manson is laying in. Spike grabs Manson by his hair, and pulls him up to his feet, drags him over to the ring, and slides him into the ring under the bottom. Spike leaps up onto the ring apron, and steps through the middle and top rope, into the ring.)

 

Axis: If you noticed, there is a huge gash on Manson's forehead, thanks to going head first through that table!

 

Suicide King: That is a really nasty cut. Both men are bleeding, and exhausted!

 

(Spike walks over to the corner, and picks up the can of hair spray, and the lighter he placed on the apron. Spike flips the cap off the hair spray, and holds the hair spray in one hand, and the lighter in the other, and lifts them above his head, getting the crowd to cheer the coming actions. Spike turns toward Manson, who rolls over onto his back, and begins to make his way over to him. Spike stands above Manson, ready to use the fireball, but before he can, Manson pops up, kicking Spike in the groin!! Spike drops the hair spray and the lighter, and falls to his knees, grabbing his groin, Spike collapses face first to the mat.)

 

Axis: Manson with the low blow! Manson never cheats out right like that!

 

Suicide King: Well, he was just about to get his face burnt again. I don't think he had a choice.

 

(Manson rolls over onto his stomach, and climbs up to his feet, with a cocky smirk on his face, as the crowd starts their "Manson Sucks" chant over again. Manson completely ignores them, and walks around Spike, to where Spike dropped the hair spray and lighter! Manson leans down, and picks them up off the mat. Spike slowly gets to his knees, looking up with blood over his face at Manson, who also has blood pouring down his face. Manson points at Spike, and lifts the lighter up.)

 

Suicide King: OH NO!

 

Axis: Manson is going to get his revenge on Spike by shooting a fire ball into his face!

 

Suicide King: NO! Spikes’ face is his whole meal ticket!

 

Axis: What about his "natural charisma and in-ring talent?”

 

Suicide King: Those are nothing without his face!

 

(With a snap of his fingers, a small flame bursts out of the lighter. Manson lifts the hair spray up, ready to make a fire ball that will wreck Spike's face, when from out of nowhere, Natasha grabs the arm Manson is holding the hair spray in, and pulls it back, not letting him to make the fire ball. Manson turns toward Natasha, and looks at her in complete awe, as she struggles to not let him burn her client's face. Manson gets sick of this, really fast, and pushes Natasha down to the mat, hard again. Manson stands over her, with a glazed over look in his eyes, his whole face colored crimson, as he lifts the lighter up, and flicks it on.)

 

Suicide King: NO! NO! HE CAN'T!

 

Axis: He is going to hit Natasha with that fire ball!

 

(Manson lifts the hair spray up, and as he is about to spray it into the lighter, setting off the fire ball, Spike Jenkins dives at him from behind, and hits a quick uppercut, nailing Manson in the groin. Manson immediately drops the lighter and hair spray, and falls to his knees, holding his groin. Natasha quickly rolls out of the ring, as Spike slowly gets up behind Manson. Spike finally gets to a standing position, and moves his hand through his blood ridden hair, before grabbing Manson by his hair, and pulls him up to his feet. Spike wraps his arm across Manson's neck, and pulls him back into a reverse DDT position. Spike spins around, whipping Manson around with him, and drive’s Manson face first into the mat, with the Roll the Joint!)

 

Axis: Low blow and Roll the Joint to Manson!

 

(Spike holds onto the wrenched neck of Manson, and flips backwards off the mat, landing on Manson's back. Spike hooks Manson's arm with his, and pulls back on Manson's neck with a Dragon Clutch!)

 

Axis: The Silver Lining by Spike Jenkins!

 

Suicide King: The first submission move IN this submission match! Let's see if Manson can last the Silver Lining!

 

(Manson tosses his free arm around, screaming at the top of his lungs, as he is stuck in the hold. Spike continues pulling back on the neck, screaming in might. The fans rise to their feet, and begin cheering, as they see the end coming for Manson. Manson struggles to stay conscious, and thinks of the only way to get out of the hold, and begins to crawl toward the ropes. Manson holds his arm out, trying to grab the bottom rope, but he can't reach it.)

 

Axis: MANSON IS GOING FOR THE ROPES!

 

Suicide King: Spike needs to get the submission now!

 

(Manson continues his struggle toward the ropes, but Spike continues to pull back on his neck, nonetheless. Manson reaches out, and just barely grazes the bottom rope. Manson continues his struggle toward the ropes. Manson reaches for it . . . Manson tips the ropes . . .

 

 

 

Manson reaches again . . .

 

 

 

 

 

Almost has it . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ALMOST . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

HE HAS IT!!!!! NO! HIS HAND SLIPPED OFF!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

HE REACHES AGAIN . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ALMOST . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ALMOST . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HE HAS IT!!!!!! BUT NATASHA GRABS THE ROPE, AND PULLS IT AWAY FROM MANSON!!!! MANSON CAN'T REACH THE ROPE!!! MANSON TAPS OUT!!! MANSON TAPS OUT!!!!

 

 

*Ding Ding Ding*

 

 

Axis: Manson tapped out! Manson tapped out!

 

Suicide King: Spike won! Spike won!

 

Funyon: Here is your winner, via submission, "HOLLYWOOD" SPIKE JENKINS!!!!

 

(Spike lets go of the hold, and falls backwards onto his back, trying to catch his breath. The referee lifts Spike's arm in the air in victory, as Natasha slides into the ring. Natasha grabs Spike by the arm, and pulls him out of the ring, under the bottom rope to the floor. Spike gets to a standing position, and leans against the apron, as he holds his arm up in victory, with the crowd cheering and clapping.)

 

Axis: What a match that was! These two men were brutal to each other, and they barely busted out the submission moves, as they just wanted to kill each other. Spike got the upper hand tonight, thanks to Natasha, but I doubt this fued between the two is over!

 

Suicide King: But we still have an amazing show for you tonight! We still have the European Title and World Heavyweight Title to be defended!

 

Axis: But first, we have to cut to a commercial break. Fans, we will be right back with more action from SJL Wrath!

 

(Spike and Natasha walk to the back, still celebrating the victory, as we go to a commercial break.)

[Guest realitycheck]

We cut to the backstage area where Ben Hardy is seen running through the hallways, carelessly barging through people. Poor Gus is struggling to keep up and being the gentlemen he is, he apologises to anyone and everyone Ben knocked down. Up ahead, Hardy has finally stopped his little interviewer ass in front of a door and impatiently waits for Gus’ to catch up.

 

 

“Took your time... now let’s get to work.” Ben weakly says.

 

 

Gus turns his camera towards the door revealing a star and the word “CROW” on top of it. Ben Hardy knocks on the door ever so softly and waits...

 

 

“COME IN!” Grunts Crow from inside his room.

 

 

Hesitating for a moment, Ben finally opens the door and walks into the room. Upon entrance of Gus, it can be seen that Crow is lounging back in a chair casually smoking a cigarette, while sitting in the chair next to him, wafting the smoke away with his hand, is Dante. The crowd erupts as this visual appears on the Smarktron.

 

 

“What do you want?” asks Crow as he lifts his head up.

 

“Just want to ask you a few questions about your match up tonight.” Hardy responds.

 

“If you must.”

 

Hardy takes a deep breath before shoving a microphone in front of his mouth... “It’s obvious you are the underdog in tonight’s match, your opponent is much heavier and larger than you, and you are trapped inside a steel cage with him for twenty minutes. What are your thoughts?”

 

Crow smirks, “Has being in the ring with a larger and heavier opponent ever phased me? No, it has not. I am the World Heavyweight Champion and I didn’t win this belt and hold it for this damn long because I was afraid. I won it by working my fuckin’ ass off, beating opponents even when I had sickly injuries still remaining from previous matches and beating everyone who has come up against me.”

 

“But this isn’t any normal opponent, this is Va’aiga, a fresh, strong and PISSED off Maori, how on earth will you be able to survive twenty minutes in a steel cage!?” Hardy asks with wonder.

 

“... shut up. I am well aware of who my goddamn opponent is! Are you forgetting that I’ve beaten this Maori four times!? FOUR TIMES! But you’re right, I am the underdog in this match up, everything is stacked up against but one thing is going to pull me through tonight...” coldly responds Crow.

 

“What’s that, champ?”

 

Crow lowers his head. “Tonight is the two year anniversary of my best friend Adam’s murder. If I lose tonight, I will be disgracing myself, my friend Dante here, and most of all... Adam and his entire family. You see, I can’t lose tonight... just too much is at stake. It’s going to be an extreme test of abilities tonight, but with Dante at ringside providing support, I believe that I will beat this monster...”

 

“I see. Well good luck tonight, Crow,” says Ben Hardy as he turns to face Dante, “Everyone is wondering who you are and what you’re doing here uh... it’s Dante, right?”

 

Dante takes a sip of his drink before looking up at Ben. “It’s Dante Crane, Ben. An if EVERYONE is wondering who I am, I’d be rude not to explain it to them.”

 

“...”

 

“Well?” asks Ben.

 

“Well what?” Dante responds with a smirk.

 

“Oi, you’ve got what you came here for, stop hassling my boy or I’ll be forced to kick your fucking ass!” Crow shouts at Ben.

 

 

Fearing the possibility of another beating, Hardy quickly turns around power walks out of the room, and Gus waves goodbye to the boys before he turns around and does the same thing.

 

Cut to commercial.

[Guest realitycheck]

“…you think you know it all? You haven’t until you’ve seen this DVD. All of Spike’s hilarious mishaps, losses, and inane promos! You can order it today for only $24.95, it’s Spike Jenkins: Why I Rule the World. Don’t delay!”

 

As we return from a commercial break, the fans inside of the Stanley Cup-winning Continental Airlines Arena are rabid, all trying to get on camera for the one and only SJL Wrath! After the hot night of action they’ve already seen, there’s still more. Signs held by the people in the shadow of New York City range from ‘Grappler, let *ME* shave your chest hair!’ to ‘So long, Va’aiga!’ Finally, the camera pans around to the announce table, where the world’s greatest commentators, Axis and Suicide King, sit ready for another match.

 

Axis: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to SJL Wrath! What a night it’s been, eh King? We’ve seen the TV Title defended, a handicap match, and much more. Not to mention, the biggest match is still to come, when the Maori Badass Va’aiga puts his career on the line against Crow in a cage match for the SJL World Championship. That will steal the show.

 

King: Are you done? Good. Sure, it’ll be great seeing those two kill each other, but right now we get to see Charlie Matthews lose his European Championship. See, ever since he dumped James Matheson, he has supposedly been on a role. I’m hoping this new guy Scott Solomon can deflate his ego and see that he is NOTHING alone.

 

Axis: It’ll definitely be a tall task ahead of Solomon, but you cannot count Grappler out. He competed in a fantastic match against John Duran, and *survived*. He fought with a severely injured back, and still was able to retain his European Championship.

 

King: And Scott Solomon has been on a tremendous roll lately, picking up wins left and right. He earned his contendership beating two goons last week, so he better bring this one to the bank.

 

The camera pans over to Funyon, who stands to make the official announcements.

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SJL EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first, the challenger: from Springfield, Illinois, and weighing in at 260 pounds, this is SCOTT SOLOMON!!!!!!!!!!!

 

The opening words of Fred Durst bellow out in the arena, and finally ‘My Way’ kicks in and the crowd lets out a cheer as Scott Solomon stands at the top of the ramp, as focused as ever. He walks directly to the ring, fire in his eyes as he walks up the ring steps and into the ring. He stands in a corner, awaiting his opponent.

 

Funyon: AND HIS OPPONENT: from Kansas City, Missouri, and weighing in at just under 300 pounds, this is THE SJL EUROPEAN CHAMPION, CHARLIE ‘GRAPPLER’ MATTHEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

The house lights dim, as the crowd jumps to their feet in anticipation for. . .

 

‘Fire in the disco! Fire in the. . .Taco Bell!’

 

The crowd, as usual, cheers their lungs out, while simultaneously laughing their heads off as Charlie Matthews steps through the curtain with the European Championship around his waist. He seems immune to the ridiculous lyrics of the Electric Six, as he continues to the ring.

 

‘Danger Danger. . .HIGH VOLTAGE! When we touch. . . WHEN WE KISS~!’

 

Grappler marches up the steps to the ring, as he steps between the ropes and removes his belt, holding it into the air for all to see. Referee Nick Soapdish brings both men to the center of the ring, before calling for the match to begin!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The two men don’t move for a second, staring holes into one another. Finally, as if on a cue, Solomon charges forward, but using his quick reflexes, Grappler drops to his knees and grabs Scott’s arm, before flipping him over his shoulders with a fireman’s carry takedown. Matthews then expeditiously wraps his arm around Scott’s head and squeezes tightly with a headlock. Still fresh, the challenger is able to rapidly rise to his feet, and duck under Charlie’s arms. He grabs one of the champion’s arms and twists it, executing a simple arm wringer. Matthews is able to escape this, however, by spinning out of the hold and grabbing Scott’s arm, twisting it behind his back with a hammerlock. Trying to escape the unusual wrestling predicament with the champion, Solomon wraps his free arm under Matthews’ chin and drops into a sitting position, jarring him with a jaw-jacker. Charlie stumbles backwards, as Scott gets up from the mat and runs at Grappler, extending his arm outward for a clothesline, catching Charlie right underneath the jaw and knocking him to the mat. Solomon drops down for a quick cover as Soapdish counts:

 

ONE!

 

KICKOUT~!

 

Axis: What an offensive flurry we’ve witnessed in the opening moments of this match!

 

King: And who’s on top? Scott Solomon. I told you, Axis; this is exactly what Charlie wasn’t expecting: a newbie who can surprise him by stealing his belt away.

 

Matthews, surprised at the attack of Solomon, crawls to a corner turnbuckle, where he pulls himself up to his feet. However, Scott is waiting for him, catching him with a few forearms to the face, before climbing up to the second rope standing over Charlie, and then sending his fist into the champion’s face as the crowd counts!

 

ONE~!

 

TWO~!

 

THREE~!

 

FOUR~!

 

FIVE~!

 

SIX~!

 

SEVEN~!

 

EIGHT~!

 

However, as Solomon goes for a ninth punch, Matthews grabs him around the waist and plows out of the corner, before falling forward and dropping the challenger right on his back.

 

Axis: And that’s what you have to be careful of whenever you wrestle Charlie Matthews. Despite his size, he can come out of nowhere with power moves that can completely throw you off of your game.

 

King: But how long can he do those things? Sure, now, but the match just started, and he’s fresh. When Solomon is kicking his ass in ten minutes, will he still be able to do that?

 

Charlie brings Scott up off of the mat, and stands side to side with him, before wrapping his arm across the challenger’s body and lifting him up, sideways, and then dropping him back-first across Matthews’ outstretched knee with a pendulum backbreaker. Grappler follows this up by dropping an elbow right across Scott’s sternum, before keeping his arm across his chest in a cover:

 

ONE~!

 

 

TWO-KICKOUT~!

 

The champion picks Solomon off of the canvas again, before grabbing his arm and pushing him into the ropes, sending him to the opposite side. As the challenger comes back, however, he leaps into the air and sends his elbow right into the face of Matthews, dropping him down to the canvas. Charlie holds his face in pain, before using the ropes to pull himself up. Scott is waiting for him, though, as he charges at the champion, leaning against the ropes, with his arm extended, catching Matthews under the chin with a clothesline that causes him to flip all the way over the ropes and down to the floor! Grappler drops with a ‘thud’ on his back, lying outside of the ring as Solomon raises his arms to the crowd, which gives him an enthusiastic cheer.

 

Axis: And would you look at that! Solomon used his speed to gain an advantage over the larger European Champion!

 

King: Yeah, and even though Solomon is only forty or so pounds lighter than Grappler, he’s still a lot faster, and he should use that to his advantage.

 

Soapdish, noticing Grappler on the outside of the ring, begins his obligatory count:

 

ONE!!

 

 

TWO!!

 

THREE!!

 

Matthews uses the ring apron to pull himself up…

 

FOUR!!

 

…and shakes the cobwebs out, before sliding back into the ring. However, he’s met with a series of stomps by Scott Solomon as he comes back in, but he tries to shake this off as he rises up. The challenger sends his right fist into the side of Grappler’s face three times, before pushing the champion into the corner. Scott unloads, sending his hand slapping against Matthews’ chest.

 

*CHOP*

 

Woooooooooo~!

 

*CHOP*

 

Woooooooooooo~!

 

*CHOP*

 

Wooooooooooo~!

 

Solomon hustles to the opposite turnbuckle, and measures his opponent up. Charlie walks out of the corner somewhat, only to have the 260-pound challenger charge at him with his shoulder lowered, catching Grappler right in the midsection and spearing him right back into the corner! Scott drives his shoulder into Charlie’s chest two more times, before dragging the champion out of the corner and standing side-to-side with him, wrapping his arm across Charlie’s body and lifting him up, and then sitting down, drilling him to the mat with a side slam as the crowd lets out a cheer.

 

Axis: I must admit, I didn’t think Scott Solomon would be in the driver’s seat for as much as he has in this match!

 

King: It’s because he hasn’t had a chance to showcase his talent against upper-card guys like Matthews. I believe this will be a real eye-opener for the rest of the SJL.

 

Scott gets up to his feet and runs to the ropes, before coming back and driving his elbow down on the fallen champion…but he moves! As Solomon hits the mat, Grappler brings himself up and waits for his opponent to recover. When he does, Charlie grabs Scott around the waist and hoists him vertically into the air, before letting him drop down crotch-first across his knee with an inverted atomic drop. Solomon is stunned by this maneuver, so Matthews charges past him, to the opposite ropes, propelling off of them and approaching Scott’s back. Grappler then leaps into the air, grabbing his opponent in a headlock before falling forward, bringing him face-down to the mat with a bulldog.

 

Axis: That was a surprising maneuver by Charlie Matthews…I don’t think I’ve ever seen him *leap* that high.

 

King: The best part of this match is that these two guys are just doing whatever they can to try and keep one another down. They’re throwing psychology out the window – for now anyway – to hurt each other.

 

Axis: Well, I’ve noticed the majority of Charlie’s moves have focused on the back, as he’s probably trying to soften up Solomon’s back so he can’t perform his preferred finisher, The Blaster.

 

The challenger pulls himself up using a turnbuckle, as Charlie is waiting for him on the opposite side of the ring. Once Scott is up on his feet, Matthews looks for revenge as he bursts out of his corner, shoulder down, looking to spear his opponent into the corner. However, Solomon sidesteps it just in time, and the champion ends up wedging himself in between the top and middle ropes, as his left shoulder crashes into the steel turnbuckle pole. He grabs his shoulder in pain as he turns around to face Solomon, who grabs the arm and holds it across his body, and then falls backwards, both drilling Matthews’ head to the canvas and putting pressure on the left arm. Quickly, Scott turns Grappler over onto his back and grabs the same left arm, and then wraps his legs around it in a scissors hold before falling backwards, trying to hyperextend the elbow with a cross arm-breaker. Matthews screams in pain, as a “Let’s – Go – Grappler!” chant rises from the crowd. Charlie struggles to reach the ropes, as he is about three feet away. He begins sliding on his back, and much to the dismay of the challenger, is able to reach out and grab the bottom rope, forcing the hold to be broken.

 

Axis: Well then, I guess we know what Scott Solomon’s target for this match will be. If he works on the arm enough, he could garner a submission victory with his finisher, the Disarmament.

 

King: Not only that, but it could also hinder Grappler’s chances at hoisting him up for the Foreign Star Bomb, his preferred finisher.

 

As Matthews brings himself up, the challenger is waiting for him, sending two left forearms to his face, before grabbing the left arm and twisting it. Solomon then holds the arm above his shoulder, and then brings it down hard across his shoulder, nearly breaking it in the process. Scott continues to hold onto the arm, twisting around it with another rotation, continuing to exert more pressure. However, Charlie is able to use his free arm to send some punches into Scott’s face, and then a boot to the gut, which causes him to let go of the arm pressure. Grappler then grabs Solomon in a front facelock using his right arm, and tenderly grabbing Scott’s tights with his left, before using mostly his right arm to power Solomon into the air, upside down, and then dropping him down to the canvas with a vertical suplex. Grappler doesn’t hesitate in moving to the lower body of the challenger, where he grabs both of his legs, although loosely with his left arm. Charlie then begins spinning, bringing Solomon into the air with rotation after rotation, as the crowd counts along.

 

Axis: GIANT~!

 

King: SWING~!

 

However, Matthews can only hoist Solomon up for four rotations, as he’s forced to let go because of pain in his left arm, as Scott drops to the canvas. He holds his arm in pain for a second, before dropping down to cover Solomon as Nick Soapdish counts:

 

ONE!!

 

TWO!!

 

 

KICKOUT~!

 

Immediately after Solomon kicks out of the pinfall attempt, he grabs Grappler’s arm, which is still positioned on top of him, and pulls back on it, forcing Charlie to the mat with his arm being wrenched. Charlie screams in pain, trying to fight this submission hold and escape as quickly as possible, so as not to do too much damage to his already hurt arm. He tries reaching for the ropes, but seeing as he’s in the middle of the ring, Matthews rises to his knees, before pushing up into a standing position, as Solomon follows him, still keeping a standing armbar locked in. To counter this, the champion bends down, and using his free arm, scoops Scott onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He then lifts him off of his shoulders and drops him down, back-first, across his outstretched knee.

 

Axis: Matthews is showing some innovation tonight, as he just countered Solomon’s armbar with a modified Gut Check, as it actually worked Solomon’s back.

 

King: Come on; give it up for Solomon, too. He’s been making Matthews scream for mercy, just working on that arm like a complete pro…not to mention that the move you just saw was a complete FLUKE.

 

Grappler grasps his arm in obvious pain, but tries to ignore it as he brings his opponent to his feet. He grabs Solomon by the arm and pushes him off of the ropes, sending him to the other side. As Scott comes back, Charlie ducks under his arm and wraps his left arm around the challenger’s throat, before preparing to sweep his leg out from under him with the Short Trip Over. However, just in the nick of time, Solomon sends his elbow into Charlie’s head twice, dazing him. Scott uses this to his advantage as he reaches under Matthews and scoops him off the canvas, hoisting him onto his shoulder so Charlie is hanging upside down, his shoulder prone. The challenger then drops to a knee, driving Grappler’s left shoulder right into the knee with a shoulder breaker. Solomon quickly stays on the attack, as he drops into a sitting position, sending his outstretched leg right on Matthews’ injured left arm.

 

King: I love this about Scott Solomon. Once it looks like his opponent is starting to mount a comeback, he goes right back to what he’s been working on, and it doesn’t fail.

 

Axis: You can’t argue that point. Grappler won’t be able to do much of anything once Solomon works that arm enough.

 

 

 

 

 

Solomon walks to the other side of the ring, where he stands in wait for Matthews to get to his feet. As he does, and he turns around to face his opponent, Scott charges at him and then leaps into the air, looking for a Thesz press of some sort…but Grappler catches him right in the air, before dropping to a knee and squeezing with all of his might!

 

King: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT’S BEARHUG TIME~!!!

 

The fans in New Jersey burst into a cheer as the European Champion wrenches in his most famous submission maneuver. Solomon tries to escape the hold, but Matthews uses his patented death-grip™ to ensure an uneasy escape. Obviously feeling the effects on his back from earlier in the match, in combination with the crushing force of the bearhug, Solomon slowly fades, falling seemingly limp in the arms of the champion. Soapdish then begins to check for the submission:

 

THE ARM DROPS ONCE~!

 

 

 

 

THE ARM DROPS TWICE~!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE ARM DROPS TH…………Matthews LETS GO OF THE HOLD?!

 

Axis: No! It looks like Charlie’s arm gave out on him at the most inopportune time! He had been exerting so much pressure on the back of Scott Solomon that his arm gave out!

 

King: This is, once again, perfect planning by Scott Solomon. This guy must’ve had Grappler scouted since he won contendership. He knew that if he worked the arm hard enough, Grappler’s trademark moves would be nearly impossible to perform.

 

Grappler drops to the mat clutching his arm in sheer pain, while Solomon staggers groggily to the ropes, which he falls back on for support. Matthews, on the other side of the ring, uses his good right arm to pull on the ropes, bringing him up. At that very moment, the challenger charges, before connecting with his body and sandwiching the champion between turnbuckle and a 260-pound man, garnering a loud “ooh” from the crowd. As Charlie slumps back in the corner from the blow, Solomon grabs his left arm and puts it around the top rope, leaving it a wide open target. Scott then charges to the opposite ropes and propels off of them, before rushing back and lifting his leg high into the air, sending his boot right into the exposed arm of Charlie Matthews!

 

*SMACK*

 

“Ooooh~!”

 

Axis: GOOD LORD! A Yakuza Kick RIGHT TO THE ARM of Charlie Matthews!

 

Charlie drops to the mat, in a sitting position in the corner, clutching his arm with a grimace on his face. Solomon trudges over to the corner, favoring his back, as he lifts Charlie up by the hair. The challenger drags him to the center of the ring, before putting Matthews’ head between his legs in a standing headscissors. Solomon then wraps his hands around Grappler’s body and lifts him so he is upside down, preparing for a piledriver. However, Matthews uses his weight advantage to fight the force of his opponent, as he drops himself back down to the normal standing headscissors. Charlie then stands up, which causes Solomon to flip over and send him crashing to the canvas as the crowd comes alive!

 

King: And that’s exactly why, as much as I hate to admit it, Charlie Matthews is so unstoppable. Just when you think you have him where you want him, he’ll turn the tables on you faster than you can say ‘Nielsen sucks’.

 

Solomon hustles to his feet, but is met with a swift boot to the gut by Matthews. With Scott doubled over, Charlie lifts his right arm into the air and brings it down across his opponent’s back with a club like blow. He then brings Scott to his side and wraps his arms around his body, before lifting him up into the air and over his head, using mostly his right arm for power, and then sends Scott right onto his back with a gutwrench suplex. Grappler drops down on Solomon and hooks the far leg for a pin as Soapdish drops to make a count with the crowd counting right along with him…

 

 

ONE~!!!

 

 

 

TWOOOO~!!!!

 

 

 

TH-SHOULDER UP~!!!!!!!!

 

The crowd gives a collective “ooh” at the kickout, but still cheers as Solomon is still fighting. The challenger gets up, but he sees Grappler, in an unbelievable sight, leaping up off of the canvas sideways, extending his legs out with a dropkick! However, Matthews executes the move so slowly that Solomon is able to sidestep it, and Charlie falls to the mat right on his left arm! Scott, like a shark sensing blood, drops down to the canvas and rolls Matthews on his right side, and then grabs the left arm and wraps his right arm around it, pulling it back hard with an armbar. Grappler screams in pain, trying to fight out of the hold as his opponent wrenches it in, attempting to get Matthews to submit. The sides of the crowd are a bit divided, as a “Tap!” chant can be heard along with a “Let’s – Go – Grappler!” chant echoing throughout the arena.

 

Axis: And I guess that’s exactly why Grappler should stick to what makes him famous, which is wrestling, and not trying showy moves like dropkicks for someone his size.

 

King: Of course, and I don’t know why he’d even attempt that. Even if he DID hit Solomon, he’d still land on that left arm.

 

Matthews continues to fight the hold, until…Solomon lets go of the hold?

 

King: He’s doing this for a reason. Solomon must have something sadistic planned.

 

Solomon picks Charlie off the canvas and turns his left arm behind his back in a hammerlock. Scott then puts his head under Charlie’s right arm and vaults backwards, sending the champion up and over, dropping his 300 pounds right on his left arm with a hammerlock northern lights suplex, and Solomon holds onto the bridge as Nick Soapdish counts!

 

ONE~!!

 

 

 

 

TWOOO~!!!!!

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEKICKOUT~!!!

 

Scott shakes off this kickout and brings Grappler to his feet, while still holding onto the hammerlock. This time, however, Solomon ducks behind Charlie’s back and wrenches the hammerlock in, before ducking under Matthews’ right arm and arching backwards, bringing Charlie up and over onto his arm once again with a hammerlock backdrop suplex, right into yet another pin!

 

ONE~!!!

 

 

 

 

TWOOOO~!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENO!!!KICKOUT~!!!!!

 

 

Axis: I can’t believe that! Solomon shows just how aggressive he can be when he targets a body part, using suplexes that forced all of Grappler’s 300 pounds to come down right on the injured left arm!

 

King: It also shows how versatile he can be. Scott shifted his wrestling style just to put more force on Charlie’s arm; beautiful.

 

Charlie is very slow getting off of the canvas, gripping his arm and shaking it, trying to get some feeling in it. However, he turns his back to Solomon, and he takes advantage of this, as he charges at Grappler with his shoulder down, catching him right in the small of the back with a spear, taking him down right on his face. Immediately after this impact, Scott leaps to the left side of Matthews and straddles his left arm, pulling back on it and trying to hyperextend it with a Fujiwara Armbar.

 

Axis: Perfect strategy by Solomon, going right back to the armbar to try and completely inhibit that arm of any movement at all.

 

Solomon keeps the armbar locked in tight, seemingly desperate to make Matthews tap. As much pain as Grappler is in, however, he is able to summon one last burst of energy, in which he tries to turn onto his back, and as he does so, he brings his right arm up between Solomon’s legs and cradles him back, right into a schoolboy!

 

ONE~!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOO~!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

NO!!! KICKOUT!!!!!!!!

 

Solomon rolls out of the hold as he and Matthews get off the mat, and he immediately targets the injured arm again, hitting it a few times with his own arms. However, Charlie is able to duck a swing and tuck his head under Solomon’s right arm, and he hooks his right arm around Scott’s right leg. Matthews then lifts him up off the canvas and twisting in the air with an angle slam, before shifting his weight when they fall, so that Solomon lands directly on the top of his head as the crowd lets out a collective gasp!

 

Axis: Good lord! The Judgment Slam! And just like that, Charlie Matthews may have gotten ahead in this match!

 

King: It was a fluke move, Axis. Matthews knows that getting one move out of the gate won’t help him. He needs to work on the back of Solomon and do it like a pro to retain his title.

 

With both men down and out on the canvas, Soapdish begins to administer the obligatory ten counts, as the crowd counts along with each number.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!!

 

FIVE!

 

Solomon rolls towards the ropes, which he grabs onto for support.

 

SIX!

 

Meanwhile, Matthews, heavily favoring his arm, tries to do the same as his opponent.

 

SEVEN!!

 

EIGHT!

 

Solomon, as well as Matthews, pulls the first, and then the second rope to regain their composure, as they rise…

 

NINE!!!!!

 

 

…JUST in time to avoid the double count-out situation. The two men don’t even hesitate at going at each other again, as Solomon extends his arm outward and swings with a clothesline. Grappler ducks this, however, and turns Scott around, sending his boot right into his gut. With the challenger doubled over, Matthews puts his head between his legs and raises his good arm into the air, signaling for the Foreign Star Bomb as the crowd lets out an enthusiastic cheer!

 

Axis: No, he can’t be serious! Is he really going to try and execute a running Powerbomb with only one good arm?

 

Matthews continues anyway, despite the obvious pain he is feeling. He wraps his arms around Solomon’s body, and using mostly the strength in his right arm, hoists Solomon up and flips him around in the air, resting him on his right shoulder to allow his left arm to recover. However, this time is exactly what Solomon needs, as he slides down off Charlie’s shoulder and stands behind him. Quickly, Solomon grabs Charlie’s left arm and puts it between his legs, holding onto the hand with his right hand. Scott then wraps his other arm around Charlie’s right, in a pump-handle position. Solomon then summons all of his strength, and sucks up the pain in his back, before lifting the three-hundred pound champion up off the mat, holding him sideways and then dropping him down to the mat with an enormous pump-handle slam!

 

King: How in the HELL did Scott Solomon just do that with a bad back?!

 

Axis: It’s definitely a testament to the pain threshold of the challenger.

 

King: You mean CHAMPION. It hasn’t happened yet, but it WILL.

 

Solomon stays on the attack, as he raises his arms into the air to the crowd, signaling for the end of this match! He then picks Grappler up into a sitting position, before grabbing the left arm and pulling it up into the air and backward, while driving his right knee directly into the back of the champion.

 

Axis: THE DISARMAMENT! That’s Scott Solomon’s submission maneuver, and this match could be over!

 

Matthews screams in pain, his arm most likely going numb at this point, if it hadn’t already. Noticing the ropes in sight, Charlie begins slowly sliding, on his buttocks, inching closer to the ropes. To try and hinder this, Solomon digs his knee deeper into Grappler’s back, but Matthews still slowly slides towards the ropes. He continues to get closer and closer, much to the dismay of Solomon, who pulls back farther on the left arm, doing all he can to stop Matthews from breaking the hold. Grappler is now only three feet from the ropes...two…and he finally reaches out…AND GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE~!

 

However, right after Grappler lets go of the rope, Solomon immediately drags him, by the bad arm, right back to the center of the ring! He bends over to get a strong grip on the arm, and at the moment, with Solomon’s head in grabbing distance, Matthews reaches up with his right arm, wrapping it around Scott’s head and bringing him down to the mat with his shoulders pinned in a SMALL PACKAGE as Soapdish drops to count with the crowd counting along!

 

ONE~!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOO~!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

*DING DING DING*

 

King: No, he did it! Fluke! Fluke! Fluke!

 

The crowd EXPLODES into cheers as Funyon stands up to make the official announcement!

 

Funyon: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND STILL SJL EUROPEAN CHAMPION, CHARLIE “GRAPPLER” MATTHEWS~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Axis: Call it a fluke all you want, King, but I think that’s called being smart in the ring. Matthews knew his exact ring presence and knew what he could do in a situation like that.

 

King: But…it was so perfect! Solomon was making Charlie his <beep> by working that arm so masterfully…and damn it, the Disarmament should’ve ended it!

 

Meanwhile, inside of the ring, Solomon immediately rolls off of his shoulders in absolute shock as Matthews falls back to the canvas, exhausted in victory. Soapdish walks over and hands him the European Title belt, which he accepts as he grabs the ropes to pull himself up. Solomon is there waiting for him, as the two men stare at each other in silence. Finally, Grappler extends his right hand to Solomon………and it’s accepted! The fans give a loud ovation to both men as they raise each other’s arms in the air.

 

Axis: And that’s what it’s all about: good sportsmanship. Matthews realized how tough of a challenge Scott Solomon was, and he’s showing his respect right there.

 

King: And it makes me absolutely sick.

 

Axis: Well, it’s that time, folks. Up next, the Maori Badass Va’aiga will put his entire career on the line for his last shot at the SJL World Championship. He faces the Antichrist Superstar, Crow, inside a solid steel cage. Who will come out the victor? Don’t change the channel, SJL Wrath is coming right back!

Edited June 16, 2003 by Thoth

[Guest realitycheck]

Axis: Well it’s finally come to this King. What could be the most significant match in the history of the SJL. Va’aiga has been driven to the point of madness by his inability to win the title, despite coming close every time he’s tried, and he’s put it ALL on the line here tonight.

 

Suicide King: nearly seven years Va’aiga has been in the business without picking up a straight singles title. He’s been tag champion, he’s been hardcore champion. He’s beena whole bunch of things, Axis, but to stake your career against that elusive win, that’s high stakes.

 

Axis: Well this IS a high stakes match. As they lower the cage, let’s go over to Funyon for the introductions.

 

Funyon: The following contest is a Steel Cage match scheduled for ONE fall, and has a twenty minute time limit. If Va’aiga wins he becomes the NEW SJL World Champion. If Crow wins, Va’aiga will RETIRE from the SJL. In addition leaving the cage results in an INSTANT Disqualification.

 

Axis: Brutal and punishing, that’s what I expect from this match King.

 

Suicide King: It’s in a cage and there’s NO escape. Career vs Title. This is one MASSIVE match Axis, and you’d be an idiot to dispute that.

 

Funyon: Introducing first, from Rotorua, New Zealand. He weighs in tonight at 285lbs and stands an almight 6 foot 8 tall. This is the man who dared to put career on the line for a shot at the SJL championship… VAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA’AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIGAAAAAAAAAAA!

 

The arena drops to darkness, as Va'aiga's shadow appears in the entranceway, dressed in his hooded training top with the hood down. The bassline of "Bring The Pain" by Method Man starts up and red strobe lights pierce the darkness of the entrance ramp as Va'aiga begins his slow walk to the ring, throwing a few phantom jabs on the way. The Smarktron shows images of Va'aiga shadow boxing and posing, cut with some of his biggest in ring hits - Maori Dropping Thor, Maori Dropping a ladder onto Tryst, the chairshot on Spike Jenkins, Maori Dropping John Duran, smashing Crow with a chair, staring off with Janus, smashing the disco ball with his fist to grab the contract inside, Maori Dropping Spike Jenkins… Va’aiga steps through the door of the cage and rolls into the ring. Inside the ring Va'aiga rolls down his hood and raises his fists to the crowd, then takes off his top and throws it to a ring assistant before firing off the Maori handsign.

 

Funyon: And his opponent, hailing from Adelaide, Australia by way of Anchorage, Alaska, your current SJL Champion and Antichrist Superstar, tipping the scales at 231lbs, ladies and gentlemen THIS IS CRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW!

 

Crow strides confidently into the entrance area and strikes a crucifix pose as “Natural Born Chaos” by Soilwork fires up across the arena’s PA system. Crow lights a cigarette and slowly walks down towards the ring exchanging hand slaps with the adoring crowd as he makes his way down to the imposing structure of the steel cage before him. Crow’s Smarktron video shows the arena some of his more sick and twisted moments as the Antichrist Superstar finishes his cigarette outside the cage and walks confidently through the door and rolls into the ring. Va’aiga watches on cautiously as Crow mounts the second rope and throws the crucifix to the crowd again, resting against the turnbuckle. Crow hops down and referee Mathew Kivell checks both men over for concealed weapons. The bell rings to signify the start of the match and the two men start circling each other carefully.

 

Axis: It’s on! It’s on! Va’aiga vs Crow for the SJL title and Va’aiga’s career, maybe even Va’aiga’s SOUL has started.

 

Suicide King: If he gets edged out of a victory for the SJL title for the fourth time, Va’aiga has vowed his career is over, but I’m worried Axis.

 

Axis: Why King?

 

Suicide King: Last time Va’aiga lost a title match he wrecked a dressing room, smashed up a corridor and Maori Dropped Matthew Kivell. What’s he going to do if he loses a FOURTH close match and his career with it?

 

Axis: I’m not sure King, but all of what happens from herein is down to himself and Crow, and that’s all that’s important now. And Crow I’m sure not only wants to keep his title, he’s not goiong to be bothered about playing spoiler and sending Va’aiga home.

 

Suicide King: He’s probably warming up the na-na-na-na chant as we speak, Axis.

 

Va’aiga and Crow look at each other from opposite sides of the ring and the pair charge each other, Va’aiga looking for a collar and elbow tie up, Crow ducking under and slipping to a back waist lock. Va’aiga back elbows out of that predicament and spins to face Crow again, looking to blast an elbow onto the end of the spin, but Crow ducks and tips Va’aiga up by a leg, sending the massive Maori down to the canvas. Crow floats round to get a heel hold but Va’aiga reaches up and picks an arm, then moves to a wristlock forcing Crow to break his hold. Crow backs off and stands and Va’aiga rolls backwards to a standing position himself.

 

Axis: Even start here between these two great athletes.

 

Suicide King: I don’t think either guy wants to make a mistake with so much at stake, Axis.

 

Crow charges first, again looking to pick a leg of Va’aiga, but this time the Maori Badass sidesteps and spins, pushing Crow in the back and sending the hurtling Australian bullet through the ring ropes and face first into the cage. Crow drags himself quickly back into the ring and dusts himself off as Va’aiga stands firm and flexes. Crow mops his hair back sending his matted black locks briefly away from his face and the pair resume their tense stare.

 

Axis: I think there’s more animosity in the ring tonight than there’s been in previous weeks.

 

Suicide King: Va’aiga’s frustration and his general foul attitude are going to count against him in the “guy you’d go drinking with” stakes. If you happen to be the guy who keeps beating him, I wouldn’t approach him with anything less than police protection. The guy’s a nut, Axis.

 

Va’aiga launches himself at Crow again, and Crow guesses wrong, dodging low as Va’aiga fires off one of his masterful tackles, taking Crow down to the canvas. Va’aiga takes the mount position and fires off four quick ground and pound rights, alternating hands, before standing again. Crow stands again and ducks behind a flailing Va’aiga jab, but Va’aiga hits a standing switch and PLANTS Crow with a German suplex. Va’aiga releases on the suplex, but floats over to cover…

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TH.. and Crow kicks out. Va’aiga bangs his fist on the canvas.

 

Axis: Va’aiga showing signs of frustration early in the match, I’m sure his temperament could be a real detriment to his chances of winning.

 

Suicide King: I’ve always specialized in the mental side of wrestling. Va’aiga, however, specializes in the BEING mental side.

 

Va’aiga rises first and quickly grabs for Crow as the Antichrist Phenomenon rises from the ground, leading the Australian superstar into the middle of the ring by the hair. Va’aiga fires off a couple of left jabs to soften Crow up before picking up the SJL Champion into a bearhug. Va’aiga rushes across the ring, lifting and turning Crow round as he releases the Australian, and Crow goes face first into the cage again, dropping to his feet on the outside. Va’aiga follows out quickly, baseball sliding Crow, sending the Antichrist Superstar into the cage and then grabbing the back of Crow’s head and raking Crow’s forehead across the steel mesh.

 

Axis: Va’aiga the first to use the cage as a weapon here. It’s cold unforgiving steel against forehead, and there’s only one thing that’s giving there.

 

Suicide King: I think I can see a trickle of blood already Axis. This could get real bad for Crow, real fast.

 

Va’aiga keeps hold of Crow, changing to a side headlock and digging his knuckle into the graze on Crow’s head, scraping hard against Crow’s head, before lifting Crow up again leaving the pair facing each other, grabbing the young Australian around his neck with an arm and falling backwards into the cage, bouncing Crow’s head off the steel again.

 

Axis: A modified Reverse Maori Legsweep into the cage there.

 

Suicide King: I’ve fought in steel cages before, Axis, there’s no give in that mesh, it’s all pain every time you hit that, especially face first the way Crow has.

 

Va’aiga throws Crow back into the ring again under the bottom rope and leaps into the ring, bounding over the top rope, fuelled by the risk of his career and the knowledge that he may be near the end of his quest for the gold. Crow, however looks calm and confident, even lying breathing on the canvas blood dripping slowly from his forehead. Va’aiga fires a few stamps onto Crow’s cut head and drops to cover…

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T.. and Crow effortlessly kicks out.

 

Axis: Crow is one hellishly tough athlete. It’s going to take more than a few blows to the head to stop the Antichrist Superstar.

 

Suicide King: As opposed to Va’aiga, maybe a few blows to the head might shake enough sense into him NEVER to put his career on the line again.

 

Va’aiga peels Crow off the canvas and whips the Antichrist Superstar into the ropes. Crow rebounds quickly and changes his direction, attempting a body scissor roll up on the Maori Badass, who uses Crow’s momentum against him, spinning Crow round and hitting an Inverted Powerbomb. Crow lands face first on the canvas and Va’aiga drops looking to cover, but instead of turning Crow over, Va’aiga opts to just grab Crow by the hair and slam Crow face first into the mat with a series of short, brutal slams. Va’aiga finally decides to turn Crow over and cover…

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TH.. and Crow kicks out.

 

Axis: Crow is not going to give up his title without a fight. Crow is a dedicated and devoted athlete, and MAN he loves his title.

 

Suicide King: Yeah, Axis, but look at the stains on the canvas. Crow’s been busted open and busted open good.

 

Crow stands as Va’aiga rolls away to take a brief rest, and already rivulets of blood are rolling down his body and dripping down to the canvas. Crow charges Va’aiga, maybe a little of his composure lost and his temperament fired by the blood cruising down his face, maybe just a burst of energy to unsettle the Maori Badass, but Va’aiga counters the rush of Crow into a quick drop toe hold, and it’s near enough the ropes for Crow to bounce forehead first off the top rope. The rope, stained with blood, is used as a weapon by Va’aiga again as he grabs Crow by the hair and runs his forehead up the length of the rope and back down again, rope-burning Crow forcefully on the cut forehead. The hole in Crow’s skin opens a little wider and his hair is now matted over his face as some blood coagulates as it dries in his long hair flopping over his face. Va’aiga fires off a quick lariat and Crow flops ungracefully down to the canvas.

 

Va’aiga: MY HOUSE!

 

Axis: Va’aiga establishing a lot of the early offense here in this match. He’s REALLY getting a stranglehold on the Antichrist Phenom.

 

Suicide King: And with that, maybe one hand on the title, Axis.

 

Va’aiga raises his arms to the adoring noise of a packed house as Crow staggers to his feet. Va’aiga draws back his left hand and fires off a piston like left cross, shaking Crow and sending a spray of blood arcing off Crow’s forehead artfully. Crow staggers backwards a half pace and Va’aiga fires off a second left cross. Va’aiga’s blood covered fist, splattered from the impact with Crow’s bleeding head makes contact a third time, again widening the cut on the Antichrist Superstar, and Va’aiga draws back and kisses his right hand for luck, sending a ripple of cheers through the crowd as Va’aiga HAMMERS Crow with an uppercut, sending the SJL Champion flying down to the mat. Va’aiga covers again…

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR… and Crow kicks out. Va’aiga again bangs his fist on the mat in frustration.

 

Axis: Va’aiga is dominating the bleeding Australian superstar here.

 

Suicide King: Australians are bleeding everywhere, mate!

 

Axis: Stay AWAY form my accent, King. It doesn’t suit you.

 

Va’aiga picks up Crow and whips him into the ropes again, setting up for a backdrop or a flapjack, and Crow rebounds off the ropes, but this time keeps control of his rush and DROPS Va’aiga down the canvas with a controlled single leg takedown. Crow rolls over and bars the leg of Va’aiga he just took out, holding on and wrenching Va’aiga’s leg, putting pressure on Va’aiga’s knee. Crow grins to himself as Va’aiga’s face contorts into a look of focusing through the pain of this simple but deadly hold. Va’aiga rolls over and Crow breaks the hold to stand quickly and fire off a quick series of stomps to the leg of the Maori Badass.

 

Axis: Crow focusing again on the leg of Va’aiga that fell prey to the Sharpshooter last time these pair faced off.

 

Suicide King: It’s a proven strategy and it works. I always go with what works, that’s why I’m as DAMN good as I am.

 

Crow drags Va’aiga into the center of the ring by his leg and fires off another pair of stomps, then a quick series of kicks, focusing on the calf muscle of the massive Maori. Crow allows the Maori Badass time to stand, wiping his forehead sending a sparkling crimson rain down to the canvas, as his heavily bleeding forehead turns his face and upper body into a mass of deep scarlet war paint. Crow grabs for an arm of Va’aiga and whips the Maori Badass, waiting for the massive Maori to rebound towards him, not quite at 100% speed and Crow kicks Va’aiga FIRMLY in the leg, sending the New Zealander down HARD to the canvas. Crow drops down and hooks Va’aiga’s leg, adding a VICIOUS twist to the Maori’s ankle as he covers.

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR… and Va’aiga kicks out, Crow rolling off and standing quickly.

 

Axis: Crow has the killer instinct of a venomous snake.

 

Suicide King (aping Steve Irwin, badly): Austraaaaaaalia is the home of 17 of the world’s deadliest snakes.. let’s just poke this little bugger and see what he does.

 

Axis: Lay OFF the accent.

 

Crow gets confidently to his feet, a cocky little expression crossing his blood soaked face. Crow lets Va’aiga stagger to his feet before moving towards the massive Maori and lifting Va’aiga up, dropping him down quickly into a shin breaker. Va’aiga hobbles backwards a few paces as Crow lashes in another kick to his injured leg. Crow fires a second and third kicks as Va’aiga hobbles towards the ropes and rests against them briefly, but Crow allows the Maori Badass no time to relax as he rushes the big man and Cross Body blocks Va’aiga, sending the pair flying over the top rope to the limited outside space. Va’aiga scowls in pain as he lands bad leg first on the concrete outside.

 

Axis: This is turning into a brutal and vicious brawl. Crow and Va’aiga are both brawlers at heart, and though the Maori Badass has the advantage in size and power, Crow’s technical nouse that he mixes with the brutality gives him a lethal edge.

 

Suicide King: I wouldn’t like to step into the ring with either of these men. Though if I did I’d win, being Suicide King and all.

 

Crow hops up quickly onto the ring apron and waits for the Maori Badass to stand, looking down at the fallen Maori as he slowly picks himself up from the hard concrete floor. Va’aiga staggers up to a vertical base as Crow FLIES off the second rope with a picture perfect Asai Moonsault, again crumpling the massive New Zealander down to the hard concrete, and sending a beautiful arc of fresh blood spinning through the air spiraling away from the spin of Crow through the air. The crowd greet this move with a massive “HOLY SHIT!” chant as both men bounce a little off the cage, working in the cramped conditions of the steel cell.

 

Axis: Crow is showing off his aerial offense, as you’d expect in a match of this magnitude.

 

Suicide King: Crow is an athlete that has it all, brawling, flying, technical ability… why he’s nearly as good as Suicide King. He’s a worthy SJL champion, and that’s high praise indeed.

 

Crow picks himself up off the concrete and wipes another palm of blood from his face, freeing off his vision a little and disrespectfully flicking some of the blood down onto the Maori Badass. Crow picks up Va’aiga’s injured leg and smashes it down onto the concrete one more time, and then maliciously adds a few more stomps onto the leg before slinging Va’aiga back under the bottom rope, following him in and covering…

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR… and Va’aiga lifts a shoulder. Crow immediately dives on Va’aiga’s leg and bars it again.

 

Axis: Crow is being vicious… simply vicious.

 

Suicide King: I know, I love it!

 

Axis: But King, there’s a man’s CAREER at stake here, and Crow is being cold and compassionless.

 

Suicide King: It’s what you have to expect at this level though. Pure unbridled anger and violence, and the consequences on your opponent be damned.

 

Va’aiga again counters the leg bar with a roll, but Crow is wise to the tactic a second time and rolls through again, retaining the hold. Crow transitions to a heel hold and wrenches back HARD on Va’aiga’s foot, causing a scowl of pain from the massive Maori again. Crow inquires forcefully if Va’aiga wants to give up, and Va’aiga responds with an almighty NO! Va’aiga rolls again and Crow rolls through again, but Va’aiga is close enough to the ropes to carry through the momentum and drop off the ring apron, forcing Crow to bail out of the hold or risk taking a bad impact and losing his momentum.

 

Axis: Va’aiga adamant that he’s not going to tap out again.

 

Suicide King: When you have your whole career on the line, you’re not going to give up easily. I’ve seen men get their limbs broken before tapping in these sorts of situations. Still a pass out is as good as the tap out, maybe if Crow gets the sharpshooter again it’ll all be over.

 

Crow goes to the outside again, dropping a leg off the ring apron onto the leg of the downed Va’aiga before throwing the Maori badass into the ring again, and stalking up to Va’aiga, splitting his legs and stepping through, bending Va’aiga’s massive limbs into a four shape, but Va’aiga kicks out and Crow goes flying off and rolls through to a vertical base again. Va’aiga follows up by charging at Crow, arm extended looking for a lariat, but Crow kicks Va’aiga’s leg out from him AGAIN, and the crowd noise dies a little as a Va’aiga comeback had stirred them a little, but they return to quietly watching Crow’s scientific destruction of Va’aiga’s leg.

 

Axis: Crow was looking for that Sharpshooter there, and I think that would have spelt curtains for the Maori Badass.

 

Suicide King: It’s a joy to watch, except of course for those misguided Maori fans who must be agonizing at seeing their idol picked apart. You know I’d swear Crow wants to take the Maori Badass’ leg home as a souvenir.

 

Crow drops his knee across the fallen Va’aiga’s leg, sending the shock of pain through Va’aiga’s expression, while Crow’s face seems maybe a little drained as the blood loss takes it’s toll. Still in control of the match the air of confidence is still hanging around Crow’s crimsoned expression. Crow picks Va’aiga up off the mat again and delivers another shin breaker, sending the Maori Badass back down to the mat, and leaving the proud fighter another dose of pain to mask with his determination. Crow again splits Va’aiga’s legs and steps through, but Va’aiga manages to bundle Crow away from him again, before lying back on the mat looking to recover some of that lost strength, while desperately trying to get the blood flowing back through his leg properly. Meanwhile evidence is there that Crow is bleeding properly as his path away from Va’aiga is marked with a scarlet trail.

 

Axis: Sheer brutality being demonstrated here from the Antichrist Phenom. Va’aiga must be at near breaking point.

 

Suicide King: Near leg breaking point at least. That big lug is going to have to give up soon or face permanent damage to that limb of his.

 

Axis: Especially if Crow can lock that Sharpshooter in.

 

Crow clears the blood soaked hair from his face again, but it simply drapes back over his face of the Antichrist Superstar as he charges back to Va’aiga to stomp away at the Maori Badass’ leg again. Crow looks out distantly into the crowd and takes a breath in before dropping a leg on the floored Va’aiga. Crow preps Va’aiga for another leg busting piece of offense, stretching thin injured leg out in the middle of the ring, then running into the ropes and bouncing off the second rope, hitting a BEAUTIFUL quebrada onto the outstretched and injured leg. Crow covers again…

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR… and Va’aiga somehow kicks out. Crow adds a few extra stomps to the leg before backing off.

 

Axis: I’m not sure how Va’aiga summoned the energy to kick out of that hold. That’s the sheer intensity of Va’aiga showing through.

 

Suicide King: Va’aiga is intense at the best of times, but tonight with his career on the title on the line this is a whole new level from the Maori Badass.

 

Va’aiga crawls a little away from Crow as the Antichrist Phenom takes a rest and a breath leaning against the ring ropes. Va’aiga stands slowly and deliberately, heavily favoring the leg that Crow has been mercilessly working over. Va’aiga walks over towards Crow, the blood stained warrior across the ring from him, but Crow shows that he’s as alert as ever and FLATTENS Va’aiga with Das Wunderkick. Va’aiga drops like a stone back down to the canvas and Crow looks down at the fallen Maori disdainfully.

 

Axis: I think Crow is getting annoyed that he hasn’t been able to finish the Maori Badass off yet.

 

Suicide King: Crow can feel it though. Crow knows it’s coming, and that’s a scary thought for Va’aiga and for Va’aiga’s bank balance.

 

Crow looks out through matted hair and the dried flaking blood coating his face, and through the incessant pour of fresh life juices from his temple, and grabs for a leg of the grounded Va’aiga. Crow stares near blankly at the audience as he steps through and grabs for Va’aiga’s other leg, crossing the massive Maori limbs into a 4 shape. Crow leans backwards a little and crouches, FINALLY applying the lethal sasorigatame hold.

 

Axis: THERE IT IS! THE SHARPSHOOTER! That’s what finished off Va’aiga the last time, King.

 

Suicide King: The Maori Badass may be full of guts, Axis, but how much gas does he have in the tank. Crow has been working incessantly on that leg, and I really don’t think that the big guy can last this hold.

 

Va’aiga leans forwards as much as he can on the canvas, preserving what strength he has while clenching his teeth and showing a defiant look as he glares out into the crowd, blood still dripping from Crow down onto his back and standing his wrestling tights. Crow tries to wrench the hold further round and Va’aiga takes a sharp gasp in of breath, showing tremendous heart and spirit not to have already tapped out. Crow screams to Matthew Kivell to get the Maori Badass to quit, and Va’aiga shouts a forced NO back at both Crow and the referee!

 

Axis: Va’aiga showing amazing heart here, King. With his career and his dreams of finally winning a world singles title set to go up in smoke, the Maori Badass isn’t going to give up without a MASSIVE fight.

 

Suicide King: I have to admit it’s an amazing show of guts from Va’aiga here.

 

Crow cinches in the hold tighter as blood drips and flows freely from his wounded forehead, forming puddles on the canvas, staining it a deep rich crimson. As Va’aiga grits his teeth and screams another defiant no to Matthew Kivell the crowd noise grows a little as from the back Charlie Matthews emerges and walks down slowly and confidentially to cage side. The Grappler turns and looks intently into the ring.

 

Axis: What’s Charlie Matthews doing out here King?

 

Suicide King: I’m not sure I know.

 

Va’aiga slaps his hand on the mat, stirring the crowd as the Grappler is joined at ringside by first John Duran, then Aecas. Scott Solomon leaves the safety of the backstage area to the tune of another defiant no, and more blood is spilt from Crow’s deep cut as Jimmy Liston, English Dragon and Manson walk out from the back. The crowd noise builds into another “VA-ING-UH!” chant as Leo Breslin and Spike Jenkins make their way down the entranceway, the cage now surrounded by a large group of wrestlers. Chris Trepanier, David Blazenwing and Sean Tybalt all walk out, along with Ben Hardy, Natasha, Dante and members of the refereeing corps.

 

Axis: This is an amazing scene folks. It appears that the whole locker room has emptied here tonight, not for storyline, not for any deep purpose but merely to get the closest view possible of this epic match.

 

Suicide King: If I didn’t have a ringside seat already, I’d be joining them.

 

Crow’s hold on Va’aiga appears to be loosening a little as the Maori Badass slaps his hand on the canvas again, forcing a little freer with a twist of his massive frame. Crow’s face looks drained, his expression drawn below the tightening mask of congealing blood. Crow calls for Va’aiga to be asked again, and the Maori Badass again is defiant in his reply. Crow calls again, his voiced tinged with desperation as Va’aiga struggles again to break free. The crowd claps in time with Va’aiga’s rhythmic slaps of the mat, slaps of defiance and anger, far from the quick taps of defeat, and each slap wiggles a little more room in the hold. Crow tries to adjust his position to gain more leverage and with one MIGHTY pump of his legs Va’aiga throws Croww off to the mat!!! A sweat and blood soaked Crow skids a little on the surface as Va’aiga slowly but surely gets to his feet to an ENORMOUS cheer from the crowd.

 

Axis: VA’AIGA IS UP! VA’AIGA IS FREE FROM THE SHARPSHOOTER!

 

Suicide King: I see it. The fans see it. The wrestlers at ringside see it. And I’m not sure a SINGLE one of us believes it!

 

Va’aiga shakes himself off as he stares at Crow, a looks of pure anger and determination burning in his eyes. Crow gets to his feet and begins trailing blood across the ring again as he approaches the fuming form of the Maori Badass across the ring from him. Chris Trepanier is shown wincing by the camera as Crow fires off a masterful chop into the chest of Va’aiga, and Va’aiga DOESN’T BUDGE AN INCH!!! The crowd starts up another massive “VA-ING-UH!” chant, mixed with the whoos for the chop. Crow lashes another chop at Va’aiga, and again the massive Maori is unmoving, fire burning in his eyes, shock welling up behind the bloody hair curtain partially covering Crow’s face. Crow tries for a third chop and Va’aiga takes a half step back and LEVELS Crow with a TRULY FIERCE lariat! Crow bounces off the mat with the impact and Va’aiga SCREAMS to the crowd…

 

Va’aiga: BOO-YAH, MOOOOOOOOOOOOTHERRRFUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

 

Axis: Va’aiga is back, Va’aiga is alive and Va’aiga…

 

Suicide King: Is REAL Angry!

 

Va’aiga HAULS Crow up off the canvas with a jerk on his blood matted hair and fires another stiff right hand, knuckles first into the cut, sending another impolite spray of crimson across the canvas. Crow staggers back a few inches as Va’aiga’s scowl turns and stares a hole right through Crow’s bloodstained locks, striking a deep hateful gaze right into the eyes of the Antichrist Phenom. Va’aiga grabs for an arm of Crow and whips the Antichrist Superstar into the ropes, and as Crow rebounds off Va’aiga fires an arm up into the stomach of Crow, sending Crow up 7 or 8 foot in the air with a massive flapjack, and as Crow lands he SKIDS ACROSS THE RING ON HIS BLOODIED FOREHEAD! Va’aiga follows Crow across the ring and SMASHES Crow’s crimson coated forehead into the bottom turnbuckle, then slowly, surely the massive Maori climbs up to the bottom turnbuckle, taking Crow with him…

 

Axis: What is Va’aiga doing?

 

Suicide King: I don’t know Axis, but this can’t be good for Crow.

 

Va’aiga climbs up to the second turnbuckle and fires down a pair of body blows to Crow’s upper chest, crumpling the Australian forward. Va’aiga slowly lifts Crow up into position across his chest and the camera focuses on the Maori Badass’s face, as the massive New Zealand superstar takes slow controlled breaths in and out, savoring the moment. The faces in the crowd are still, the faces of those watching on from ringside, the same. Va’aiga takes one last deep breath in before leaping off and hitting Crow with the SUPER MAORI DROP!!!!!! Va’aiga hooks a leg….

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Axis: VA’AIGA WINS! VA’AIGA AT THE FOURTH ATTEMPT IS YOUR WORLD CHAMPION!

 

Suicide King: He’s come so close, so often, and now finally Va’aiga is World Champion, and it would be uncharitable of me to say he doesn’t deserve it.

 

Matthew Kivell unbolts the door and EMTs rush the ring to grab Crow and quickly patch up his forehead to prevent any further blood loss, an endangerment to his consciousness and to his future health. Meanwhile from his exhausted position, laid out on the mat, Va’aiga finds himself hoisted into the air on the shoulders of Aecas and Charlie Matthews, as the SJL roster dissipates to the back, having seen the great spectacle close up, Va’aiga carried atop them, belt clasped in one hand, mic thrown up to him in the other.

 

Axis: For the King, this is Axis saying goodnight, but let’s leave the last words of the evening to our new champion…

 

Va’aiga: I FUCKING DID IT! MY HOUSE! MY HOUSE!

 

...And the show fades out to the SJL logo

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