SJL Crimson - June 19th!

June 20, 2003

The crowd, currently filing in from getting snacks drinks, et cetera, calm their chatter as the lights in the arena drop. A single spotlight shines in the middle of the ring, highlighting Funyon, as a voice calls out, "Ladies and gentlemen! Would you please rise for the National Anthem!"

A rap beat so cheap, synthetic and cheesy it hurts begins to bump from the stero, as Funyon embarks on a singing/rapping journey...

*"I know a guy named Aaron

He used to have a girl named Catherine

But he never got pussy

He never got laid (no way!)

That's why we say that...

Aaron!

Is!

Gay!

Aaron! Is Gay!

Aaron's gonna kick my ass

For writing this song

But all know why he really wants to fight

Just so he can grab at my scholong

Because...

Aaron! Is Gay!

Aaron is a homosexual

Aaron is a fucking faggot

Gay, gay in every possible way

I say I got more rhymes than he'll ever get play

From girls that is, 'cause he loves the jizz

It's not "his and hers," it's "his and his"

Cum rules everything around him (Cream!)

To ream a boy's ass, that's Aaron's dream

Goes down on his knees, head starts to bob, he'll suck your rod like corn on the cob

A priest, a kid, a sailor man, all are victims of Aaron's hands

But the 310 Mafia can always skank you, Vandervert we're gonna' verbally rape you

Ooh... ooh... OOOH, EXPLODES in your mouth! Explodes in your mouth...

Aaron! Is Gay!

Aaron! Sucks my penis.

Aaron! Is Gay!

I hear Aaron's got a new girlfriend

Her name is Allison

When I say this bitch, I said "goddamn"

Aaron must be gay because she looks like man

Dude... Dude...

Aaron, m'boy

You have sucked the perfect dick

D-d-d-d-d-d define 'play'

Define 'play'!

De-de-de-de define! Define 'play'!"

The contemporary hip-hop anthem fades out on pre-recorded guitar licks, as the crowd rises and applauds that stirring redition of "Aaron is Gay."

(*With many apologies to Paul Pugliese and the Watson 310 Mafia.)

June 20, 2003

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 bass line 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. On his way to the ring Va’aiga stops by a little contingent of Maoris in the crowd and grabs a four year old boy, hoisting him onto his big Maori shoulders and carrying the kid to the ring. 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... Inside the ring Va’aiga unclips the SJL Title from around his waist and hoists it for all the crowd to see before posing with the kid for a few cheap camera shots.

Va’aiga: SJL! Looks like you got a new champion here!

The crowd cheers.

Va’aiga: And I brought some brothers and sisters in to celebrate with me. Look over there into the crowd, go get a shot of them man, I brought some other from the Island of the Long Cloud to come party with this brother.

The camera pans to the Maoris in the audience, a few guys in New Zealand All Blacks rugby shirts and a pair of well dressed and stunningly attractive pacific women. The guy at the front, a 225lb Cruiserwight looking type with big thick brown dreadlocks and a Va’aiga Ta Moko t-shirt on grins to the camera.

Suicide King: My god, Axis, that’s Va’a, Va’aiga’s tag team partner from WAY back.

Axis: And that looks like some of the All Black rugby team. I can see Tana Umanga, Joe Rokocoko, Rodney So’oialo, Malili Muliaina and Ma’a Nonu!

Suicide King: And who’s the kid Axis?

Va’aiga: Big shout outs to all of you guys in the audience. To my brothers from the rugby, to my girl Fiaao there and to my brother from another mother Va’a, and his girl Serena. To this little bro here, my godson Tipene, who you all know will be coming to kick all your asses in 20 years time, right man?

The crowd laughs as Tipene poses with the belt.

Va’aiga: But there’s a serious point to this, more than just partying with my crew, a very important point for all you to pay heed to. See no one ever told me I could do this, no one ever told me I’d be a success, or that I could. When I first went single, when my bro there retired, they called me a tag wrestler. When I tried to go for straight titles, they called me a hardcore wrestler. When I went main event they called me a midcarder. That ain’t what I want to here, that’s what I’ve been fighting against all my damn career. Well I’m here to tell this little man here that he CAN do it, and ANYONE HERE TONIGHT if they got the heart can come and win bits of gold like this.

Va’aiga holds the belt high aloft his head and the crowd cheers again.

Va’aiga: Now for all those who don’t know, Va’aiga is going SWF. I got a match, hardcore style against Jay Dawg and all you who want to see some old school hardcore shit dropping, you put your dollars down to watch me Turn Up and KICK ASS the way I always do. But you know that has knock on effects, and if I’m going there, I can’t stay here and defend this baby.

Va’aiga holds aloft the belt

Va’aiga: So I’ve been asked by the people up in the towers to drop the belt. But I’m gonna make sure that the next guy is someone worthy, someone who really deserves that belt. Someone who’s got the heart, the skill, the guts, the passion to carry the SJL Title high, and someone who you can all be proud of…

Ill Nino’s “Revolution, Revelucion” starts up, interrupting Va’aiga, and Spike Jenkins struts confidently out of the entranceway, mic already in hand. Spike starts walking casually up the ramp as he addresses both the crowd and Va’aiga.

Spike: Thank you, Va’aiga, Thank you. See I knew you’d come to your senses eventually, and hand the belt over. And I know what you and all these people here tonight are thinking, who has the heart, the skill, the guts and the passion? Who can EVERYONE be proud of? Who other than the GREATEST talent in the SJL, Hollywood Spike Jenkins!

Suicide King: He’s right, Axis, Spike totally deserves that belt.

Spike steps into the ring as he finishes his speech…

Spike: So why not do what the whole crowd, the whole WORLD has been waiting for and give me the SJL title.

Va’aiga: You want me to kick your ass again, Spike? You want this, you EARN this.

Spike: But V, who’s earned this title MORE than me? Who’s as charismatic, as skilled, as god damn GORGEOUS as Spike Jenkins? Who better for the cover of Time than the Hollywood One? I deserve that belt more than anyone. Gimme.

Va’aiga: No WAY.

Spike: You know I thought you might say that…

Spike smashes Va’aiga with a hard right hand and the Maori Badass goes down. Spike unfurls the chain he had wrapped round his hand and slides it back into his pocket, and rushes over to the fallen Va’aiga, stomping away.

Axis: That sneaky Spike Jenkins has struck!

Spike continues stomping away on Va’aiga until from the Maori bit of the front row VA’A JUMPS THE GUARDRAIL! The feisty Maori Cruiserweight leaps into the ring and fires a few right hands at Spike! Spike turns back and lashes a few strikes of his own at his pacific assailant and Va’a staggers backwards, but Va’aiga has had enough time to shake off the impact of that massive chain assisted right hand and stands up. Spike goes for a whip on Va’a but the Maori Cruiser do-see-dos and Spike is sent flying.. Va’a rushes after spike and bounces off the ropes a split second after the Hollywood star and Va’aiga charges as the temporarily reformed Haka Boyz hit the SANDWICH DOUBLE SPEAR!!!! Va’a grins and draws his hand across his throat, as Va’aiga smiles an evil smile and picks up Spike Jenkins. Va’a climbs to the top rope and flies off with a massive diving axe kick, and Spike takes the impact of that along with an inverted Powerbomb delivered by the Maori Badass!

Axis: THE MAORI DECAPITATOR! For one night only The Haka Boyz have reformed and Spike Jenkins takes a Decapitator, one time for all time. Meanwhile the SJL Title has been held up and the last two men in tonight’s six man will fight next time up for the SJL WORLD Title!

Va’aiga calls the rest of his posse into the ring and takes a mic..

Va’aiga: And for my last action here in the SJL we’re gonna treat you to a little something… KALITE? KALITE? A KAMAU!

This is greeted by a collected Pacific HII! As the Maori form off and cross their arms…. And beign a demonstration for the crowd of The Haka!

Ka mate, Ka mate! Ka ora, Ka ora!

Tenei te tangata puhuruhuru

Nana i tiki mai whakawhiti te ra!

A hupane, kaupane

A hupane, kaupane whiti te ra!

Axis: And with national War Dances, held up titles, and lashings of Maori Violence, it seems we’re off to a flying start to this packed night of action!

Suicide King: If this is just the first few minutes, I can’t wait for the rest of the show, Axis!

Axis: Let’s cut to commercials…

June 20, 2003

Card:

FIRST MATCH ON THE CARD! TV TITLE CONTENDERSHIP

Tim Dillon vs English Dragon

Description: English Dragon had and lost the TV Title in a short period of time, and he looks for another shot here. Tim Dillon, I dunno, maybe it's just me. I haven't seen him around. It's probably me. Who knows.

T-T-T-T-TV TITLE!

Jimmy "The Demon" Liston© vs Shawn Tybalt

Description: They won matches, now they fight! Aren't these rhymes great that I will write? A-hoy-hoy!

Rules: Normal match. DQ and Countout apply.

OBLIGATORY ONE TAG MATCH PER SHOW!

Cassius Atkinson & Syndicate vs Scott Solomon & David Blazenwing

Description: Let's try again, try to make a rhyme, and if you... eh. I feel a bit tired. Didn't get my 8 hours of sleep. Anyhoo, this is a moderatelt balanced "tag team" match. Tag teaming is a new concept in which two teams of two wrestlers blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

Rules: Normal tag match. USE THE TAG ROPES

US VS CANADA BECAUSE I SAY SO MATCH

Leo Breslin vs Chris Trepanier

Description: If you're Leo Breslin, what do you think? I mean, you just can't seem to catch a break. Take that anger out by beating up on a silly Canuck and their silly taxes and their silly inability to win any hockey championships.

Anyone who tries to diss me gets a 24-hour ban.

MY SHOW

Rules: Normal match. Rules and stuff.

THE MATCH I FELT LIKE BOOKING... WORLD TITLE CONTENDERSHIP

Aecas vs John Duran vs Manson vs Charlie Matthews vs Viktor Tarakanov vs "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins

Description: IT'S PANDEMONIUM in Quahog as our VERY best fight each other to be THE best. Who will win? Whose cuisine reigns supreme? AND COULD THIS MATCH HAVE MORE PEOPLE? Yes, but I mean... really now.

Rules: Six way match. DQ and countout DO NOT apply. Elimination rules. The last two men remaining in the match will face on Metal for the world title... but the one of them who wins here will get to choose his stip.

June 20, 2003

The camera pans through the excited crowd, waving signs aloft, then swings round to focus on the entranceway where our competitors will appear, as the voices of Axis and the Suicide King continue.

Axis: Our first match here tonight on SJL Crimson promises to be an interesting encounter- the popular, all drinking, all dancing, all fighting Irishman Tim Dillon against the increasingly hated, uptight, paranoid English Dragon. It’s quite the personality clash, King.

King: For once you’re not wrong- England and Ireland are close and share a lot of history, but English Dragon will be the one making the history tonight when he gets the win. He’s too good for a man who, basically, is a drunk!

Axis: Well, we’ll see King…I personally don’t think Dragon has the guts to take on and defeat a man like Dillon…let’s go over to FUNYON! for our introductions.

FUNYON: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is set for one fall…..

Dropkick Murphy’s “Barroom Hero” kicks in with a blast of bagpipes, and the SJL fans leap to their feet, cheering loudly for Tim Dillon as green confetti starts to fall.

FUNYON: From Limerick, Ireland…weighing 190lbs….Tiiiiiiiiim Diiiilllooooooooooon!

Loud blasts of orange and green pyro erupt across the stage, and Tim leaps out onto the stage, raising his hands aloft in recognition of the fan’s reception. Clad in his Khaki cargoes with green shamrocks, and regulation green and black Dropkick Murphy’s shirt, Dillon walks down to the ring, assuming the boxers pose and throwing a few punches, before pulling a handful of mini Irish flags from a pocket and handing them to enthusiastic fans.

King: The man has support, Axis, and its hard to dislike someone as, well, likeable as Tim Dillon.

Axis: But?

King: Well, I wasn’t going to mention it…but he’s an idiot, Axis! Prancing about, handing out flags!

Axis: He’s a proud Irishman, King!

Dillon slides into the ring and bounces off the ropes as his music is replaced by the stately sounds of “Land of Hope and Glory”.

FUNYON: And his opponent…..from London, England….weighing in at 223lbs….The English Draaaaaaaaagoooooon!

English Dragon appears to a hostile reception…which grows in volume as he walks slowly down to ringside, getting even slower as he walks through Dillon’s fallen confetti. Dragon looks at his boots, covered in green paper, and shakes his head.

King: English Dragon doesn’t like the confetti, Axis! It’s dirtying his boots!

A young fan is waving one of Tim’s flags enthusiastically, until English Dragon snatches it from him and stomps it to the ground. The fans around the area shout their disapproval, although a few seem to be laughing.

Axis: That English Dragon has no respect for anyone, King!

King: He was only helping! That kid could have…er…stabbed someone with that flag!

The Englishman jumps onto the apron and spends a few seconds wiping his boots carefully. Wearing a red mask with white trim and white trunks with red trim, Dragon waves to the crowd, who respond with another chorus of boos and catcalls.

Dragon and Dillon square up in the middle of the ring, as our referee for the match, Ced Ordonez, stands between them and talks briefly. Ced claps his hands together, the ring bell sounds and we’re underway.

DING DING DING

English Dragon stares into the eyes of Tim Dillon, and again shakes his head. Dillon grins back cheerfully but has the smile knocked from his face when Dragon SLAPS him hard across the cheek and jaw! Tim scowls, and SLAPS Dragon right back! The blow knocks Dragon down to one knee to the cheers of the crowd, and Dillon’s grin returns!

Axis: Dragon got what he deserved there.

King: You’re so ignorant, Axis. Dragon was merely expressing respect for Tim Dillon. Its how they do it in Europe, don’t you know.

Tim grabs the Englishman by the head and brings him to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Dragon bounces back but ducks under the lariat that Dillon throws at him. Dragon’s momentum takes him off the ropes on the other side of the ring, and as he comes back again Dillon hooks his right arm under Dragon’s and flips him over with an armdrag that sends Dragon skimming across the mat! Dragon immediately gets to his feet and charges back, but Dillon repeats the maneuver and Dragon is propelled to the other side of the ring this time!

Axis: Something about Tim Dillon has Dragon a little flustered, and the Irishman is taking advantage!

King: It must be that face, Axis. Don’t look at his face, Dragon!

English Dragon gets up a little slower this time, slapping the mat in frustration as he does so, before running at Dillon yet again! This time it’s Dillon who ducks the clothesline, and Dragon hits the ropes behind him and runs back. Before he reaches the Irishman however, Dillon has dropped to his back and holds his legs up vertically. Dragon is going fast enough that he can’t stop himself running into Dillon, who gets his legs in Dragon’s gut and sends him up and over with an Irish Flip!

Dragon crashes down onto the mat and doesn’t get up, the air having been knocked out of him. Dillon kips up to the delight of the fans, and runs to the ropes near Dragon. Tim jumps onto the second rope and springboards off it, extending his left leg and bringing it down across the neck and chest of English Dragon!

Axis: Springboard legdrop from Dillon brings us the first cover of the match!

Ced slides over as Dillon hooks Dragon’s leg:

ONE….

T- Dragon kicks out just after two.

King: That was hopeful from Dillon. He must be praying this match ends soon before Dragon tears him apart.

Axis: These two men are actually very evenly matched- Dillon is a little taller, Dragon a little heavier, but they both move fast and rely on quick strikes rather than power moves to do damage to an opponent. It’ll be interesting to see which of them can maintain advantage long enough to score the victory.

King: Stop prattling and call the match!

Dillon grabs Dragon up to his feet, and just starts to unload on him, peppering his chest and jaw with a flurry of stiff punches, increasing their tempo as the crowd heats up, getting behind the Irishman. Dillon turns, grabs Dragon’s arm and sends him into the corner. Dillon charges in to a big pop and starts to unleash the “Irish Fury”! The crowd gets into it and chants along with the blows Tim hammers onto Dragon:

PUNCH!

“OI!”

PUNCH!

“OI!”

PUNCH!

“OI!”

PUNCH!

“OI!”

PUNCH!

“OI!”

King: Someone make him stop!

PUNCH!

“OI!”

PUNCH!

“OI!”

PUNCH!

“OI”

PUNCH!

“OI!”

PUNCH!

“OI”

PUNCH!

“OI!”

Dillon finally stops and raises his arms in triumph as Dragon slumps down to the mat in the corner.

Axis: Tim Dillon just destroyed the English Dragon! He’s out cold!

Dillon measures Dragon for a second, then runs to the other side of the ring…and runs back again, sprinting in and leaping legs first, driving them into the jaw of the sitting Dragon with a basement dropkick! Dragon’s head snaps back against the ropes, drawing a gasp from the crowd!

King: Dragon’s head almost came off!

Dillon drags Dragon out of the corner and covers:

ONE…..

TWO!…..

THRE- NO! Dragon gets a foot on the bottom rope!

Axis: Tim Dillon didn’t bring him far enough into the centre of the ring to get the three count…but he still has the advantage here.

King: Dillon should be disqualified for all those closed fists, Axis!

Axis: Yeah, because that rule gets enforced.

Dillon leaps to his feet and jumps out of the ring, climbing to the top rope as Dragon gets slowly and unsteadily to his feet. Dragon wobbles, his back to the corner, as Dillon flies off the top, looking for a bulldog, but Dragon turns just as he comes off and is able to drop and roll away, and Tim crashes down to the mat!

King: Ha! That’s got to hurt!

Axis: You might be right, King. Dillon looks to have felt that landing on his leg.

Indeed, the Irishman landed heavily on his left leg and is now lying, clutching it at the knee and grimacing in pain. English Dragon has clambered to his feet, and looks at the fallen Dillon. He raises his head and looks out to the crowd, nodding in satisfaction. The crowd boos Dragon’s intent thoroughly, but it doesn’t slow the Englishman in immediately going after the leg of Tim Dillon.

Dillon is getting to his feet, testing out the leg, but Dragon moves over and just kicks it out from under him. As soon as Tim hits the mat on his back, Dragon instantly extends an elbow and drops it hard onto his exposed left knee, following it up by driving in the point. Dillon fires a couple of punches to the head of Dragon that cause him to break, but the Englishman continues the assault with a pair of hard kicks to the leg.

Axis: English Dragon is ruthless…and Tim Dillon needs to get back into this match quickly.

King: Why bother? It’s over! He should quit and save himself the pain!

Dragon helps Dillon to his feet, and hammers him across the face with one, two, three European uppercuts. Each one drives Dillon back until the third sends him onto the ropes, where Dragon hooks the Irishman’s left leg between the bottom and middle ropes, exposing it for a flurry of kicks. Ced Ordonez counts quickly; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and Dragon is forced to back off. Ced helps untrap the leg from the ropes, and Dillon nods his head to show he’s ok. Dragon waits for Dillon, limping perceptibly now, to approach.

Dragon, hands on hips, seems to be mocking Dillon…and even reaches forward to pat the Irishman on the head…only to have his own head knocked back hard by a stiff left hook! With Dragon stunned, Dillon hooks his right arm between Dragon’s leg, the left arm around his back and heaves him up, then driving him hard down to the mat with a powerslam!

Axis: Dragon was far too confident! Just because he hurt one leg, did he really think Tim Dillon was defenseless? This man can fight like almost no one else!

King: Jeez, calm down, what is he, your boyfriend?

Dillon grabs Dragon off the mat into a headlock, wrapping his right arm around Dragon’s neck. Tim throws the Dragon’s arm over his shoulder and grabs the top of his trunks, looking to bring him over with a quick snap suplex, but the Englishman slips his leg behind that of Dillon’s and blocks the move. The Irishman tries again, but Dragon again blocks, and this time kicks at the left leg of Dillon. Although at close range, Dragon gets enough contact for Dillon’s grip and concentration to be broken for a second, and takes advantage by grabbing Dillon’s cargoes and lifting him up and back with his own snap suplex.

Axis: Quick suplex from Dragon…I think he’s learnt now that he can’t just work on the leg and expect Dillon not to fight back…and hurt him badly!

King: Dillon is fighting hard, I’ll give him that, but look, Dragon has this match in complete control!

Dillon hits the mat, back first, hard but Dragon keeps his hold on his opponent on the ground. He swivels his hips, bringing himself up and taking Dillon with him. Dragon grips Dillon tightly, and swings him up and back again with a second snap suplex. The crowd start to boo Dragon as he goes for the move a third time, swivelling and getting both men to their feet, but this time Dillon hooks his leg around Dragon’s for the block! Dragon tries again but can’t get him over, and Dillon shakes off the headlock, and finds himself in the perfect position to grab Dragon’s own head and leap backwards, driving Dragon’s skull to the mat with a DDT!

King: Dammit! Dillon took two hard suplexes! He shouldn’t be able to do that!

Axis: I told you- Tim Dillon is an immensely tough man. He can take a hell of a lot of punishment and come back for more.

King: I think the alcohol has numbed him from pain.

Dillon scoots on top of the Dragon and hooks his left leg:

ONE!….

TWO!…..

THR-NO, Dragon kicks out, and the crowd lets out a disappointed gasp.

Axis: That was a close one- Dillon can win this match from any angle, at any time!

King: Dragon still has too much left, he can’t be pinned yet, if at all!

Dillon punches Dragon across the mouth a couple of times and brings him to his feet, holding him by the mask. The Irishman sends him off the ropes and Dragon is flung back, but the masked man drops down with a baseball slide, going through the legs of Tim and scrambling up behind him just as Dillon turns.

They start to slug it out, Dragon’s European uppercuts being matched with Dillon’s hard right hands. It’s the Irishman who gains the upper hand, shrugging off Dragon’s blows and forcing him back, but Dragon just blantantly rakes the eyes of Dillon and he stumbles backwards. Ced gets in Dragon’s face to the approval of the fans, waving his finger at the Englishman and clearly threatening him. Dragon backs off with hands held up in innocence, but as soon as Ced moves away, Dragon moves forward and drives his head onto Dillon’s with a headbutt! The Irishman ignores the blow, but, still a little blinded by the eye rake, misses with his retaliatory punch.

Axis: Damn that Dragon! He’s nothing but a cheap cheat!

King: He just does what it takes, Axis, he does what it takes.

Dragon spins behind Dillon and wraps his right arm around his waist. Dragon’s left arm goes under Dillon’s leg and he lifts him up high into the belly to back suplex position, but instead of the suplex drops him down hard onto his head with a brainbuster!

Dillon is spiked hard onto the mat, and clutches his head in pain. Dragon gets to his feet, standing over Tim and grabbing one of his legs in each hand! Dragon puts his left leg between them, wrapping Dillon’s left leg round, spinning as he looks for his Cross of St. George figure 4 leglock, but at the last second Dillon gets his right leg onto Dragon’s rear and shoves him off hard! The crowd POPS as Dillon gets slowly to his feet, but Dragon is immediately back up too, and rears in with a LOW BLOW that our official somehow misses!

Axis: Aww, not again! That man is so low!

King: Going low is an art, Axis!

With Dillon lying prone on the mat, Dragon kicks him in the head, the chest and the left leg a few times, to the jeers of the crowd, before SPITTING on Dillon and pointing upwards.

King: Dragon’s gonna fly, Axis!

Dragon steps out of the ring, climbing to the top rope and raising his arm again….but Dillon is UP! The crowd pops as Dillon drags himself over and stumbles against the ropes, the reverberation unbalancing Dragon and causing him to slip, crotching himself on the top turnbuckle! The crowd yells its approval and Dillon shakes his head, gaining more awareness.

King: No! Now THATS a low blow! What a cheat!

Axis: Even that vicious brainbuster AND a low blow couldn’t keep Dillon down long enough!

With Dragon seated on the top rope Dillon runs forwards, jumping off the second rope with his right leg and flipping himself upwards, wrapping his legs around the neck of Dragon and attempting to drag him off with a hurricanrana off the top!

But Dragon grabs the top rope with both hands, and won’t be pulled over! The Englishman quickly stands up on the second rope, Dillon dangling off him, and before Tim can escape grabs him round the waist. Dragon carefully hooks back Dillon’s right arm with his leg…hook’s back the left arm….

King: Dragon Driver! Dragon Driver!

Axis: Mah gawd! Dragon has the Styles Clash position on the second rope!

Dragon jumps forwards, CRUSHING Dillon’s face to the mat with the Dragon Driver to a huge intake of breath from the crowd!!

Dragon, his legs still wrapped around Dillon’s arms, is able to roll himself and his opponent and push Tim’s legs upwards in a pinning position:

ONE!…….

TWO!!………

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Axis: God damn that English Dragon! He cheated his way to victory yet again!

FUNYON: The winner of the match….the English Draaaaaaaaaagooooooon!

“Land of Hope and Glory” plays as Dragon rolls away from Dillon, and slowly gets to his feet, still holding his groin a little from being slammed onto the top turnbuckle. Ced raises Dragon’s hand in victory, and Dragon snatches his arm away in disgust before sliding out of the ring.

King: C’mon King! That was an AWESOME move he pinned Dillon with!

Axis: It was a spectacular move. I think Dillon’s injured leg, while not preventing him from wrestling, might have been weakened enough for that rana off the top to be too much for him. Who knows, but the fact is that Dragon cheated rampantly once again!

King: chuckling You’re so short sighted, Axis, I don’t know what to do with you!

Axis: Still to come we have tag action and don’t forget our main event, that huge 6 man elimination challenge. We’ll be back after this, on SJL Crimson!

June 20, 2003

Here it is again, though I don't know how much good it shall do...

The camera pans across the Quahog audience as S. J. L. Crimson returns from commercial. The camera rotates down and to the front row where a famous celebrity waves at the camera.

Axis: Look, King, it's Star Trek star and Quahog resident William Shatner.

King: It's good to know we won't have to worry about any Gorn here tonight.

Axis: That's true, but I tell you who does have to worry tonight. Television champion Jimmy "The Demon" Liston. Tonight he takes on the undefeated "Rebel" Shawn Tybalt. This should be a slobber knocker, Bah Gawd!

King: Both these men have the spritis of winners. It'll be interesting to see which can score the victory here tonight.

A black smoke begins to flood the entrance way as a voice comes over the speaker.

Voice: Peace? I hate the word, as I hate hell, all these fans. And thee.

"Clint Eastwood" by the Gorillaz cues up as Shawn Tybalt emerges from the smoke and heads to the ring. Dangeress is only a step behind him.

FUNYON: Now making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Dangeress, from the Quad Cities, weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds, he is "The Rebel", Shawn TYBALT!!!

Tybalt makes a couple of rude gestures at the crowd as he walks down to the ring and slides in. In the ring, Tybalt climbs the turnbuckle, then makes several crotch chops at the crowd as they boo and hiss.

King: Shawn Tybalt is ready to win this title here tonight. He's in top shape.

Axis: He might just have his hands full against Jimmy Liston though.

The lights go dim. A quite chanting can be heard as the lighs pan across the audience.

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

Rob Zombie's "Demon Speeding" blasts from the loud speakers as pyros run up the ramp from the ring area. When they reach the top of the stage, they explode with a flash of flames. When the flames dissipate, Jimmy Liston stands at the top of the entrance ramp. Liston raises his fist to the crowd as Tyler Sullivan joins him on the ramp. The two men start down the ramp.

FUNYON: Being accompanied to the ring by Tyler Sullivan, from Boston, Mass, weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds, he is the Television Champion, Jimmy, "THE DEMON", LisTON!!!!

Liston rolls in to the ring, than heads up the nearest turnbuckle. Liston pumps his arm in time with the music as Sullivan crosses to the other side of the ring, where he taunts the audience. Liston drops and turns to walk to Sullivan's turnbuckle, and Sullivan rolls out of the ring as the house lights come back and "Demon Speeding" fades.

Axis: The fans are showing very little love for the TV champion tonight, King. I'm not sure if the fans want to see either of these men with the title.

King: The fans don't know what's good for them. Both these men will represent the television title with the respect it deserves.

Referee Sexton Hardcastle takes a second to tell both men that this is a fair fight, and no interference will be tolerated. Both nod and smile at the request as they stare each other down. Hardcastle signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The match is underway, and Jimmy Liston immediately charges at Shawn Tybalt, obviously looking for the Hunt. Tybalt drops to the mat, catches one of Liston's les on his way down, and uses the Demon's own momentum to drop him to the mat face first. Tybalt turns as he hops to his feet, and reaches down to pull Liston up. Liston comes up to his knees, than pulls Tybalt up, over, and across his shoulders for the fireman's carry. Tybalt hits the mat, then rolls up with the blow. He rolls away and too his feet, than turns and faces Liston. Both men smirk at one another.

Both men move in to attacking distance again, and Jimmy Liston hits Shawn Tybalt with a mean right to the gut. Liston grabs Tybalt's arm and yanks it in a wrench. Liston brings his foot up and around in a hook kick, but Tybalt leans back to avoid the kick. Tybalt grabs Liston's foot before he can put it down. Tybalt drops to the mat as he twists around with Liston's leg. Liston twirls around and down to the mat.

Axis: A dragon screw evens things up for Liston.

King: This is a very equal match here Axis. So far neither man can get the lead on their opponent.

Shawn Tybalt kippups to his feet, than pulls Jimmy Liston up behind him. Tybalt kicks Liston in the gut to keep him dazed and confused, than ducks down and locks his arms around Liston's legs. Tybalt lifts Liston up and in to the air just a few feet. Tybalt drops to leave his knee up as he pulls Liston down. Listion drops shin first in to Tybalt's leg, than rolls off and on to the mat. Shawn Tybalt immediately tries to capitalize, grabbing the same leg, and pulling it back to try and lock in the single leg boston crab. Liston pulls with all his strenght, and just barely reaches the bottom ropes before Liston locks the move in. Sexton Hardcastle moves in to break up the pin. Tybalt refuses as Hardcastle counts the five-count. At four, Tybalt releases the hold and smirks as Liston clutches his knee on the mat.

Shawn Tybalt laughs at Liston's pain, then points at Tyler Sullivan. He laughs again, which brings Tyler Sullivan up to the ring apron. Tybalt moves to confront Sullivan while Dangeress runs to the other side of the ring. Sexton Hardcastle tries to break up Tybalt and Sullivan as Dangeress grabs Jimmy Liston's worked leg, and pulls it around towards the turnbuckle. She slams Liston's already injured knee in to the turnbuckle as Sullivan breaks away and drops to the mat. Hardcastle immediately runs over to Dangeress and tells her to get away from Liston. Dangeress raises his hands, feigning like she has no idea what Hardcastle could be talking about.

Axis: What a cheat. Deception by Shawn Tybalt and Dangeress as they continue to work the Demon's right leg.

King: Now don't call anyone a cheat, Axis. Both men will do what it takes to win, even if that means using some outside interference once and awhile.

Shawn Tybalt walks back over to Jimmy Liston, than pulls the downed man back up to his feet. Tybalt locks a waist lock on to Liston, than brings him up and in to the air, belly to belly. Tybalt rotates around sideways, dropping Liston down to the mat. Liston grabs and holds on to one of Tybalt's arm, and as he drops he pulls Tybalt up and over him. The arm drag takes Tybalt by surprise and he slams down hard in to the mat. Both men are out in the ring.

Axis: Desperation move by Jimmy Liston. Both the champion and the challenger need to catch some breath here.

King: Tybalt is fighting hard to win this title, but Liston has no desire to let it go.

Jimmy Liston pulls himself to his feet, but takes a few seconds to try and work his leg back to normal. Shawn Tybalt climbs up to his feet as well. He doesn't have time to recover as Liston moves in, grabs Tybalt around the neck, than drops his feet out from under him. Tybalt's jaw is brought down in to Liston's head, and Tybalt immediately snaps backwards and to the mat.

Jimmy Liston stomps Shawn Tybalt across the chest. He grabs Tybalt by the hair, than pulls him up to face him. Liston hooks Tybalt's right arm, than his left. Liston grings evilly before driving his forehead in to Tybalt's head. Tybalt recoils at the headbutt, just as Liston rears back and hits him again.

Dangeress leaps up to the turnbuckle and starts to climb in to the ring, giving Sexton Hardcastle cause to go stop her. Liston drives another headbutt in to Tybalt's forehead, but with Hardcastle's back turned, Tybalt brings his leg up right in to Liston's crotch. The low blow forces Liston to break the hold as he clutches his privates. The fans boo and hiss at Tybalt's cowardly tactics.

King: Tell those people to shut up. Shawn Tybalt will do what it takes to win. Period.

Axis: I don't think the fans respect the way Tybalt so blatantly cheats. At least Liston has enough respect here to try and wrestle a fair fight.

Dangeress drops back outside the ring, and Hardcastle turns around just in time to see Shawn Tybalt spin around and bring his foot up and in to the side of Jimmy Liston's head. The spinning crescent kick drops Liston to the mat face first. Tybalt moves in to grab Liston's right leg again. He lifts the leg, than drives the knee down and in to the mat. Liston writhes in pain.

Axis: Shawn Tybalt is really working that right leg of Jimmy Liston.

King: I don't know how much more damage Liston can take to that leg before he is forced to submit.

Tybalt rolls Liston over and goes for the cover. Hardcastle drops down to the mat to do the count.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Jimmy Liston kicks out of the pin, which leaves Shawn Tybalt visibly pissed. He heads towards the nearest turnbuckle and leaps to the top of it as Liston slowly regains his footing. Tybalt dives off the turnbuckle just as Liston stands tall. Tybalt strikes Liston feet first, once again downing Jimmy Liston.

Shawn Tybalt moves in to push his advantage on the Demon. He leans over to grab one of Liston's leg, but before he can Liston springs up, grabs one of Tybalt's leg, than rolls it up and back in to a school boy. Hardcastle drops to the mat to make the count.

ONE!

TW...

NO!

Shawn Tybalt kicks out, pushing Jimmy Liston up and off of him. Both men are out on the mat.

Axis: Desperation counter by Liston, but he couldn't quite get Tybalt to stay down for the three.

King: Both men are putting it all on the line in search for the title here tonight.

Both Shawn Tybalt and Jimmy Liston slowly work their ways back up to their feet. Liston barely makes it up first, than slowly limps towards Tybalt. Tybalt swings at Liston, but Liston ducks the blow. Liston comes up and under the blow to lift Tybalt up in to the air above him. He lifts Tybalt over his head, than drops backward. This sends Tybalt crashing in to the mat several steps away.

Liston climbs to his knees, than moves over to Shawn Tybalt. He lifts Tybalt up to a sitting position with himself behind Tybalt's back. Jimmy Liston locks his arms around Tybalt's neck and chin to lock on the R. I. P. sleeper hold.

Axis: Tybalt may be in trouble with the R. I. P. locked in.

King: If the Demon wins this match up with that sleeper I am walking out of this arena.

Shawn Tybalt's eyes roll shut, and Sexton Hardcastle goes to check on him. Hardcastle raises Tybalt's arm in to the air, than lets it drop to the mat. ONE! Hardcastle lifts the arm up again, than releases it. It flops down to the mat limply. TWO! Hardcastle lifts Tybalt's arm for the last time. Hardcastle released the arm and it drops about half way to the mat before Tybalt catches it.

Shawn Tybalt slowly works his way to his feet, but Jimmy Liston refuses to let the sleeper go. As Tybalt gets to his feet he turns slightly, giving him room to drive his elbow in to Liston's gut. Liston staggers from the hit, but doesn't release the sleeper. Tybalt strikes him with an elbow again. Then again. Finally, Liston releases the hold.

Tybalt moves in to press his advantage, but the Demon quickly takes it away with a kick to the midsection. The Demon hooks Tybalt's arms, than pulls him up and around to drop him to the mat behind Liston.

Jimmy Liston moves in to assault Shawn Tybalt, but Tybalt quickly wraps his feet around Liston's right foot to bring him to the mat with the drop toe hold.

Liston drops to the mat, but catches himself to stop from falling face first. The Demon rolls to his feet as Tybalt hops up behind him. Jimmy Liston moves in and lands a punch across Shawn Tybalt's face. Tybalt rebounds with a kick in to Liston's gut. Tybalt moves in, grabs Liston's head under his shoulder, than drops back to the mat for the D. D. T.

Axis: How much more can both these men do here tonight?

King: This title is important to both me. They willl do what it takes to win this match.

Tybalt stumbles back up to his feet, than moves over to the legs of Jimmy Liston. Tybalt lifts up Liston's right leg, placing his own left leg between Liston's legs. He than rotates his body over the leg, than reaches down to grab Liston's other leg. He pulls Liston's knee down and in as he drops to the mat to lock in the figure four leg lock. Liston writhes in pain.

Axis: The figure four is locked in!

Tyler Sullivan leaps to the ring apron to try and break up the submission, but Dangeress is ready for him. She's most of the way around the ring as he tries to head in to the ring. Dangeress stops him by grabbing his leg, than twisting down and around. The dragon screw on the ring apron brings Sullivan crashing down to the floor outside the ring.

Hardcastle turns his attention back to Shawn Tybalt and Jimmy Liston in the ring. Liston tries and tries to struggle his way to the ropes. He's almost made it when Tybalt crawls backwards. Tybalt drops backwards to the mat again, stretching out Liston's leg farther. Jimmy "The Demon" Liston writhes in pain as he raises his hand in to the air.

TAP TAP TAP!

As Liston taps, Hardcastle swings around signalling for the bell.

DING DING DING!

FUNYON: The winner of this match, by submission, and the NEW Television Champion, "The REBEL" Shawn TyBALT!!!!!

Shawn Tybalt releases the hold as Sexton Hardcastle raises his hand in victory and hands him the Television title belt. Tybalt smirks at the crowd as Dangeress joins him in the ring.

Axis: There you have him folks, your new TV champ.

King: Let's hope his title reign is longer than the last few.

Jimmy Liston stumbles his way to his feet behind Tybalt as Tyler Sullivan heads over towards the bell keeper. Sullivan pushes the keeper aside and grabs his chair. Sullivan slides the chair to Liston. Liston gets a sick grin on his face as he brings the chair up and to the back of Shawn Tybalt. Dangeress turns as Tybalt is struck, only to meet a sickening chair shot across the forehead by Liston. She drops hard to the mat as Liston spins around to bring the chair back down on to Tybalt's head. Tybalt drops to the mat as Jimmy Liston picks up the title belt. He holds the title and the chair over his head proudly in the ring. Liston drops the belt over Tybalt's chest before leaving the ring as "Demon Speeding" cues up on the loud speaker.

Axis: Jimmy Liston's quite the sore loser, King.

King: I don't think Shawn Tybalt and the television title have heard the last of Jimmy "The Demon" Liston.

Axis: Up next folks we have a tag match pitting Scott Solomon and David Blazenwing against Syndicate and Cassius Atkinsdon. And I've got a special announcement about the future of one of these men's careers.

King: That's next on Crimson!

Edited June 20, 2003 by realitycheck

June 20, 2003

The camera pans across the audience as Axis welcomes the fans back to S. J. L. Wrath.

Axis: Hello everybody! Welcome back to Wrath! Wow, King, what a match we just saw between Shawn Tybalt and Jimmy Liston there.

King: And now we have a couple people that once held that belt, a winless geezer, and the man who failed to win the European title in a match tonight.

Axis: That's right, King. Cassius Atkinson and Syndicate will take on Scott Solomon and David Blazenwing here tonight. Not only that, but I've been informed this will be a very special match tonight.

King: Does Cassius has to wrestle with his walker?

Axis: No, King. That's not it at all. David Blazenwing has announced his retirement after tonight. This will be his final match here in the S. J. L.

King: Blazenwing has had quite an up and down career here in S. J. L., but I still hate to see him go. Hopefully, he'll leave us with some excitement though!

Axis: Let's hope we get a slobber knocker here tonight, Bah Gawd!

The lights slowly fade to black as 'Legion of Doom' begins to play. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as a wall of fire rises on the stage. Through the fire, Cassius Atkinson walks camly, followed by Dominator. He slowly walks down the ramp and climbs the steel steps and into the ring between the top and middle rope. He climbs each turnbuckle to play to the fans as Funyon makes the introduction.

FUNYON: Being accompanied to the ring by Dominator, from Tyler, Texas, weighing in at two hundred fifty-six pounds, Cassius AtkinSON!

In the centre of the ring Cassius raises his arms and the flames die down.

Burst after burst of red pyro flare up on the stage as Static-X's "Burn to Burn" cues up. Syndicate steps through the pyro and the crowd goes wild again.

FUNYON: From Portland, Oregon, weighing in at two hundred and thirty nine pounds, SYNDICATE!!!!

Cassius Atkinson steps aside as Syndicate slides into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, raising his arms to the cheers of the crowd before hopping down and waiting impatiently for his opponents.

Axis: An interesting team-up here between Syndicate and Cassius Atkinson. Syndicate is a young and fairly successful S. J. L. star while the older Atkinson has struggled since his S. J. L. debut a few weeks ago.

Syndicate's music comes to an abrupt halt as the lights dim in the arena. Limp Bizkit's "My Way" cues up on the loud speaker as Scott Solomon impatiently hops from foot to foot.

FUNYON: From East St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds, he is the Arseanl, Scott SolOMON!!!!!!!

Scott Solomon charges towards the ring, while Syndicate and Cassius Atkinson roll out of his way. Solomon stands in the middle of the ring staring down his opponents.

Axis: Solomon is ready for this match.

King: After being screwed out of the European Title on Wrath he should be fired up. Scott Solomon will take no prisoners tonight.

As "My Way" fades away, Saliva's "Superstar" cues up on the speakers.

Axis: What the hell? Who the hell is this?

King: I think I remember this music...

David Blazenwing emerges from the back in the same ring gear that he debuted with in S. J. L. Dressed in green and black, Jen is nowhere to be found as he holds his hands up and in a diamond position. Blazenwing throws his arms down and pyro ignites to either side of him. Blazenwing smirks as he heads down to the ring. Solomon and Blazenwing have a quick hand shake as Eddie Long calls their opponents back in to the ring.

Axis: Blazenwing old school style here tonight for his final appearance.

King: Let's hope he can pull out a victory alongside Scott Solomon here tonight.

Long makes both teams decide their starting men. Blazenwing and Syndicate leave the ring as Scott Solomon and Cassius Atkinson stare one another down.

Long signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The match is on, and Cassius Atkinson immediately goes for a lock up with Scott Solomon. Solomon offers his hands momentarily, before ducking down and under Atkinson. He pulls Atkinson forward, up and over his shoulders, then back down on to the mat. Solomon leaps to his feet after the Fireman's carry, than runs a stiff boot in to Atkinson's gut.

Axis: Scott Solomon take control early in this match up.

King: It's way too early in this match to declare anyone in control. Even the geezer still has a chance.

Solomon reaches down and pulls Cassius Atkinson up by his hair. Cassius follows Solomon up, but brings his elbow up and in to Solomon's chin as he rises. This whips Solomon's head back, giving Cassius time to lock on a quick waist lock. Cassius lifts Solomon up and then pushes him out and down to the mat. Solomon grunts as he hits the mat from the slam. Cassius puts his foot on Solomon's face for the face strech. Scott Solomon grabs ahold of the leg, then twists it around. Atkinson's entire body spins with the leg, and he drops to the mat from the momentum.

Scott Solomon is quick to jump on the downed Cassius Atkinson. Solomon quickly locks an armbar on to Atkinson's right. Cassius rolls over on top of Solomon, driving an elbow in to Solomon's chin. Another elbow along the side of Solomon's head forces him to break the armbar.

Axis: You were right, King. Quite the back and forth match so far tonight.

King: You should listen to me more often, Axis. I know what I'm talking about here.

Cassius Atkinson rams yet another elbow in to the side of Scott Solomon's head before getting to his feet. Cassius grabs Solomon's hair as he rises, pulling Solomon up with him. Cassius locks his arms around Solomon's arms, looking for the Double Arm D. D. T., but Solomon kicks him in the gut before he can get the move off. Solomon reaches in and grabs a waist lock on Atkinson. Solomon lifts Atkinson up, moving him off to his side in a horizontal position in the process. Solomon then drops sideways to the mat, crushing Atkinson down under him.

Axis: Utter brutality from Scott Solomon.

King: That's what the geezer gets for trying to wrestle against all these kids in S. J. L.

Scott Solomon gets to his feet, than reaches down and pulls Cassius Atkinson up with him. Solomon gets another waist lock on Atkinson, but Atkinson rams an elbow in to the side of Solomon's head to break the hold. Cassius than grabs Solomon's head, placing his shoulder behind it, and drops back and to the mat for the D. D. T. Both men are out in the center of the ring.

Axis: Both Scott Solomon and Cassius Atkinson really need to make tags to their partners right now.

King: If either can make it their partner first, they will have a decided advantage in this match here tonight.

Both men stumble to their feet as they slowly head to their corners. Both Syndicate and David Blazenwing are pulling the tag ropes as hard as possible to reach their partner. Cassius Atkinson reaches Syndicate just before Scott Solomon tags in David Blazenwing.

Blazenwing leaps in to the ring like a man on fire. He plows in to Syndicate with a gigantic boot, knocking Syndicate straight to the mat. Cassius Atkinson swings at him with a clothesline, but Blazenwing ducks under it, locking his arms around Atkinson's waist in the process. Blazenwing lifts Cassius up and over his head before dropping him back down to the mat. Cassius rolls out of the ring as Syndicate slowly stumbles his way up to his feet.

Blazenwing runs at Syndicate, charging in just as Syndicate regains his feet. Blazenwing brings his knee up and in to Syndicate's gut. Syndicate stumbles at the blow. Blazenwing grabs Syndicate and pulls his head in between his legs. Blazenwing locks on a waistlock from this position, than hulls Syndicate up and over his head. Syndicate punches at Blazenwing but he doesn't release the hold. Blazenwing snaps his arms down, driving Syndicate in to the mat.

Axis: The Blazen Bomb! We haven't seen that move in weeks, King!

King: Blazenwing really wants to go out on a high note here, Axis. He's going to bring out every move he knows to win this match tonight.

Blazenwing drops down to his knees than leans over and hooks Syndicate's leg for the cover. Eddie Long drops to the mat beside him to count.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE.....

NO!

Cassius Atkinson dives in to the ring, slamming his locked hands down on Blazenwing. The double axe handle staggers Blazenwing off of Syndicate. Eddie Long yells at Cassius for the interference. Cassius tries to argue back before returning to his corner.

Axis: Cassius Atkinson saves the match for his team.

King: That was a close call for Cassius and Syndicate. They're going to need to step it up to win this battle.

Syndicate stumbles to his feet, obviously still dazed from the Blazen Bomb. Blazenwing moves in for the kill, but Syndicate kicks him in the gut. Syndicate smacks a waistlock on Blazenwing, than lifts him up in to the air. Syndicate drops backward and sends Blazenwing in to the mat. Syndicate stumbles to his feet, then works his way over to his corner, where he tags in Cassius Atkinson.

Cassius storms in to the ring. He slams his eblow in to Blazenwing just as his opponent climbs to his feet. Blazenwing stumbles from the blow. Cassius moves in to lock on a front face lock, but Blazenwing meets him with a mean right hook. Blazenwing jabs Cassius with a left, than brings his right arm back up in a blazing uppercut. Cassius stumbles for a second as Blazenwing wraps his arm around Atkinson's chest. Blazenwing drops down, sending Cassius face first in to the Book End. Blazenwing pulls himself slowly to his feet as Cassius groans in the middle of the ring.

Blazenwing returns to his corner, where he tags in Scott Solomon. Solomon plows in to the ring just as Atkinson is regaining his feet. Solomon lowers down and slams in to Atkinson with his arm and shoulder, taking Cassius brutally down to the mat.

Axis: What a spear by Scott Solomon!

King: The geezer's in trouble here if he can't tag in Syndicate.

Scott Solomon pulls Cassius Atkinson back up to his feet. He locks on the waistlock, but before he can hoist Cassius up, Cassius drives an elbow in to Solomon's chest. Solomon breaks the lock as Cassius grabs his arm. Cassius whips Solomon in to the turnbuckle. Solomon smacks back first in to the turnbuckle, and Cassius crashes in to him with a stiff elbow just a moment later. Atkinson jams another elbow in to Solomon's gut as Eddie Long begins the five count. Cassius whacks Solomon again, then again, then lets Solomon drop to the mat.

Cassius pulls Solomon up to his feet, than pulls him over to his corner, where he tags in Syndicate. Syndicate does a quick hip toss over on Solomon as he takes over, but before Solomon can land, Syndicate turns and grabs Solomon's neck, driving it in to the mat.

Axis: A devastating neckbreaker by Syndicate.

King: And now Syndicate and Cassius Atkinson have taken control of this match.

Syndicate pulls Solomon up to his feet, than kicks the Arsenal in the gut to make sure he's stunned. Syndicate pulls Solomon's head down and between his knees. He tries to lift Solomon up and in to the Vertigo, but Solomon won't budge. Solomon lifts upwards, pulling Syndicate around and on to his shoulders. Solomon than drops backwards for the Electric Chair Drop. Both men are out in the center of the ring.

Axis: Desperation move by Solomon. These men need to tag out now!

Both Scott Solomon and Syndicate stumble to their corners. Syndicate stumbles to his feet, diving to tag in Cassius Atkinson. Cassius charges in just as Solomon makes the tag with David Blazenwing.

Blazenwing slams his entire body in to Cassius as he comes in to the ring. Cassius goes down to the mat, and Blazenwing stays atop him. Blazenwing drives some hard knuckle punches in to the downed Cassius. Syndicate comes back in to the ring, and Blazenwing climbs to his feet just in time to be plowed in to with a clothesline. Cassius climbs to his feet and both men pull Blazenwing to his feet. Both Cassius and Syndicate slam in to Blazenwing with simultaneous clothesline, sending Blazenwing back down to the mat. Cassius smiles and points at his elbow, than the ring ropes.

Axis: Cassius Atkinson is signalling for the End of the Line. This match could be over right here!

King: Don't count Solomon and Blazenwing out yet.

Cassius runs back to hit the ropes as Syndicate looks on. Cassius bounces over Blazenwing, than hits the far ring ropes as Solomon climbs up and in to the ring. Solomon charges in to Syndicate, taking him down with another spear. Cassius tries to drop down on to Blazenwing with the elbow drop, but Blazenwing rolls out of the way. Cassius lands on empty mat as Blazenwing slowly regains his footing.

Cassius is quick back to his feet, and takes a swing at the still recovering Blazenwing. Blazenwing takes the punch with no signs of feeling, than punches Atkinson back. A second right hand stumbles Atkinson, and the third sends him back and in to the apron. Blazenwing grabs Atkinson's arm and whips him in to the far ropes.

Solomon leans over Syndicate and locks in a reverse armbar as Atkinson rebounds off the ropes and heads back towards Blazenwing. Blazenwing brings up his boot right in to the face of Atkinson. Cassius drops to the mat hard. Blazenwing immediately reaches down to pull him up as Solomon shoves his knee down in to Syndicate's back to lock on the Disarmament.

Blazenwing kicks Syndicate in the gut, just before pulling Syndicate's head between his legs. Blazenwing locks both of Syndicate's arms, then pulls Syndicate up and in to the air, just as he drops down to his knees. Syndicate's entire body is driven in to the mat by the force of the blow.

Axis: BLAZECUTION! Bah Gawd! The BLAZECUTION!

Blazenwing rolls Syndicate over than hooks the leg for the pinfall. Eddie Long drops to the mat to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Scott Solomon releases the Disarmament as referee Eddie Long calls for the bell. Long grabs the arms of both Blazenwing and Solomon.

FUNYON: The winners of this match by pinfall, DAVID BLAZENWING and SCOTT SOLOMON!!!!!

Axis: What a great way for Blazenwing to end his career here tonight.

King: Yeah, it's amazing that a man who lost so many matches can go out on such a high note like this.

David Blazenwing turns to leave the ring, but Scott Solomon grabs Blazenwing's arm, stopping him. Blazenwing turns to face Solomon, not knowing what Solomon planned. Solomon stickshis hand out in front of him. Blazenwing takes the offer, and shakes Solomon's hand. Solomon pulls Blazenwing in to give him a pat on the back as "Superstar" cues up.

Blazenwing drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He starts a slow, steady trudge up the ramp. On the entrance ramp, he spins around, holds his hands up one last time in the diamond position, than turns and walks from the arena.

Axis: What a solemn moment there for David Blazenwing. His very last moment in S. J. L. We wish you good luck in all your future endeavours, Blazenwing!

The camera switches to a portly white male and his family sitting nearby in the audience. The man is holding up a "Canada Sucks" sign.

King: That's right. It does suck. And Leo Breslin is out to prove it when he faces "Canadian Thunder" Chris Trepanier here tonight. It's USA vs. Canada, and it's next!

June 20, 2003

Gigantic and echoing blasts of pyrotechnics blast out from the bowels of the small entrance ramp area into the already stale and electric atmosphere of the Quahog Sports Arena. In the deep background, drowned out by the sheer ferocity of the cheers of the Rhode Island Residents, the rocking theme of SJL Metal can be heard. After a few select moments of fan shots, the voices of Axis and the Suicide King can be heard. They begin with their usual recap of the night, with Axis enthusiastically schilling out comments on the blasting show. As usual, the half-assed sarcastic comments of Suicide King complete the exhilarating tag-team of commentators.

After about five minutes, the completely boring silence in the arena is abruptly broken when "Won't Back Down" by Fuel explodes over the system, bringing the audience roaring to their feet in cheers. Through the opening riffs of the hard rock song, the arena lights dim considerably, while sporadic streaming jets of flame rocket out from the depths of the entrance ramp into the already considerably hazy arena.

"This can't be good for the ventilation system…" Axis chimes out, glancing up at the thick blanket of smoke completely covering the roof of the arena. "Yeah… cheep Rhode Islanders… can't even afford a decent arena…" King adds. Several fans within earshot of King's comments let out loud boos in the Heel's direction immediately after his degrading comments.

From the back of the arena, Leo Breslin slowly strolls out onto the ramp, followed quickly by his dazzling escort, Scarlet. Hand in hand, and with a bright spotlight shadowing their every move, Breslin and Scarlet hastily bound down the ramp in the direction of the ring area, both supporting fierce glares out at the booming crowd, as they desperately reach across the barrier towards the two, trying to get a hand slap or something from them.

"Wow… Scarlet is looking very beautiful tonight!" Axis comments, as the camera slowly zooms in on the elegant light blue sparking evening gown covering her body down to her ankles. "Boy… you're telling me… I hope she wants to join me for commentary!" King replies, as he too stares at the gorgeous body of the Bres' Ring Escort.

"Ladies and Gentlemen…" Funyon booms out from the middle of the ring as Breslin slides under the bottom rope, into the ring. "The following match is scheduled for one fall. Now entering the ring, hailing from Cleveland, Ohio; standing at Five feet eleven inches, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds… he is Leo Breslin!!!"

Both Leo and Scarlet take their positions inside and outside the ring, as the last riffs of "Won't back down" are abruptly cut off by the echoing heavy metal beat of "Canadian Thunder" by Defused. Slowly, the pro-USA crowds turn ugly, as Chris Trepanier appears from the back of the area, waving a Canadian Flag high in the air back and forth.

"Well, this is some way to get cheers from the fans…" Axis says sarcastically. "Who ever said that this boy is looking for cheers?!" King fires back. "True" Axis replies.

Trepanier begins to slowly make his way down the ramp to the ring, glaring out at the Rhode Island crowd, as they begin a patriotic chant of "USA!" with Leo Breslin standing in the middle of the ring, leading the chants.

"Now coming to the ring, hailing from Grand Rapids, Manitoba, Canada; standing at six feet eight inches, and weighing in at two hundred and sixty-seven pounds, he is the "Canadian Thunder" Chris TREPANIER!" Funyon Exclaims aloud.

Once his duties are done, Funyon hastily scuffles out of the ring and takes his place next to the bell station while the referee, Mathew Kivell slides in and takes his position in between the contenders. Trepanier slowly glides in under the bottom rope, and after a brief stare down with his coming opponent, Trepanier ascends the turnbuckle to the middle rope and valiantly waves the Canadian Flag high in the air much to the dismay of the crowds. A single spotlight beams down upon his position, revealing a bright red Maple Leaf completely covering the face region on his otherwise white mask.

"He's got the Canadian Flag on his mask even! What a patriotic man!" King exclaims aloud, while his companion replies with much less enthusiasm than his colleague. "He certainly isn't bashful about endorsing his homeland... even here in the United States." "Pfft… you're just jealous." King replies, with a slight huff in his voice. "Wait a minute… since when did you begin to embrace Trepanier? Wasn't it just last week that you were happy he lost to English Dragon?" Axis asks. "Well, who am I going to root for… Breslin? He's got a nice piece of body following him… but not much else." King replies arrogantly.

Trepanier hops down from the middle rope into the ring, and slowly hands Kivell the Canadian Flag that he carries. Against the wishes of practically every person in the arena, Kivell carefully places the Canadian Flag down on the floor of the arena, and signals for the bell, as the two competitors slowly circle the ring and begin the usual stare-down routine that rarely works. Slowly, the two of them begin to form a circle around the ring, keeping the same distance between each other. Meanwhile, the massive crowd begins a chant of "USA", trying to get under the skin of Chris Trepanier, while also trying to give Leo Breslin that extra boost that he might need to beat the much larger man.

"Breslin is really giving a lot of height and weight away to Trepanier." Axis informs the audience watching at home. "As well as Skill…" King chimes in arrogantly.

In the ring, Breslin and Trepanier begin to come towards each other, getting ready to come to blows within the middle of the ring. Cutting off the excitement though, Trepanier intelligently takes advantage of the situation, connecting with the "Triple Entente" (Signature move: two kicks to the chest followed by a roundhouse to the head) catching Breslin squarely in the jaw with the Roundhouse kick, dropping the smaller man to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Quickly following up the hard shots, Trepanier grabs a hold of the left leg of Breslin, and begins to set up for a Leg Lock, but quickly Breslin scoots over to the ropes before Trepanier can get the lock on.

"Breslin got to the ropes pretty quickly there." Axis reports. "Why thank you! I'm glad you're here to tell me these things… for you see, I am blind!" King states with a heavy tone of sarcasm on his breath.

Not wasting any time, Trepanier quickly grabs Leo Breslin by the hair and hauls him forcefully up to his feet causing Kivell to race over and command Trepanier to not pull the hair. Once Breslin is on his feet, Chris quickly backs Leo into the ropes, and irish whips him across the ring to the ropes on the adjacent side of the ring. On the rebound, Trepanier locks Breslin into a Head lock, causing Leo to swing his arms trying to get out of the hold. Before the headlock can take it's toll on Breslin though, Leo begins to fire his right elbow into the vulnerable chest of the Canadian Thunder. With each elbow, Trepanier winces, and makes it look like he's about to give the hold up, but at the third elbow, Chris Trepanier answers back by picking Breslin off the ground, and completing a Swinging DDT, stopping any offense that Breslin was putting up.

"Trepanier has been in complete control ever since the start of this match." Axis reports. "I told you that Breslin didn't stand a chance!" King says arrogantly. "King… it's still way too early to count out Leo Breslin." Axis reminds his colleague. "Yeah… you'd like to think that." King replies.

Chris rolls over on top of Breslin, hooking the leg for a pin attempt. On the outside, Scarlet runs over to the side where she can see her client, and screams for him to kick out. Kivell drops down to count the pin, but barely slaps his hand down on the mat for a one before Breslin kicks out of the pin. On the outside, Scarlet jumps up and down with glee, as in the ring her client gets up to one knee. Beside him, Trepanier is already on his feet, having a little "Chat" with the referee, voicing his disapproval for the lateness of the referee's count.

"Oh come on Trepanier… Breslin would have kicked out anyway!" Axis mockingly argues to the inside of the ring loudly. Suddenly, the Canadian Thunder glares over at the announcer's table directly at Axis for a spilt second before going back at his opponent. "Heh… I think you pissed him off Axis!" King replies, slightly laughing. "Bring it down here you [bleep]in' Canuck… I'll kick your ass." Axis fires back angrily in the direction of Trepanier. "Whoa Axis… what side of the Kangaroo did you wake up on this morning…" King laughs.

Before Leo Breslin can get all the way to his feet, Chris latches on to his hair once again, causing the referee to yell at Trepanier once again and Scarlet to point at Chris and begins to argue with the referee as well.

"Trepanier better watch out that he doesn't get disqualified…" Axis warns.

Trepanier finally lets go of Breslin's hair, and pulls him the rest of the way up to his feet using his head. Once on his feet, Trepanier can be seen smiling as he lifts Breslin high into the air with a Standing Body Press. Showboating to the crowd, Trepanier begins to lift Breslin up and down in the air like he is nothing, causing the crowds to start to haze the surprisingly arrogant Canadian Thunder.

"Wow… this is different… I haven't seen Trepanier do this at all since he got here…" Axis states. "Ah… the boy is finally becoming a man." King warmly states.

Mere moments before Trepanier can hit a move on his opponent, Breslin slips out of the grasp of Chris, and quickly slides down the back of the Canadian Thunder, pulling Trepanier down with him, eventually completing a flawless Reverse DDT. As soon as the move is complete, Scarlet leads a rousing cheer from the crowds at ringside at the beauty of the move. Stunned, Trepanier lays down on the ground glaring up at the roof of the building. Slowly, Trepanier pulls himself up to his feet, and begins to turn around to face his opponent.

"Uh oh! Look out Chris!" King sounds out.

It's too late though: Chris swings around, just in time to see the two 10 inch soles of the shoes belonging to Leo Breslin as he completes a dazzling Missile Dropkick, quickly knocking the Canadian Thunder down to the ground. Following up his Amazing top-rope maneuver, Leo Breslin gets on top of Trepanier's back and pulls back on his left arm.

"What a Dropkick by Leo Breslin!" Axis chimes out. "Meh… I've seen better." King replies.

Quickly, Trepanier pulls himself and his opponent over to the ropes, grabbing on to the bottom rope causing Breslin to let go of the hold. Breslin quickly gets up to his feet and brings Trepanier up with him by the head and neck. Once on their feet, Breslin backs Trepanier up to the ropes and tries to whip him across the ring, but Trepanier being the stronger man, reverses the whip and sends Leo across the ring instead. Upon the rebound, Trepanier attempts to clothesline the smaller man, but Leo slides under the extended arm of Trepanier, and quickly hits the bigger man with a German Suplex, slightly botched due to the size and resistance of the bigger man, Trepanier. Nevertheless, the German suplex is performed, and Breslin holds the bridge for the pin.

"Awesome suplex from Breslin! He's got the pin in" Axis praises.

One! Tw… Trepanier powers out of the pin. Slowly, Trepanier rises to his feet, as Breslin gets up quicker right next to him. Breslin grabs a hold of Trepanier's head and brings him the rest of the way up. Before Breslin can get a move off though, Trepanier jumps into action hitting Breslin with a Swinging Neck breaker, causing the energetic crowd to settle down and sit down. Quickly, Trepanier follows up the monstrous Neck Breaker by picking Breslin up into a sitting position, and pulling back on both of Leo's arms , while pushing his knee into his back.

"Smart Move from Trepanier… keeping Breslin down on his BUTT." Axis comments. "I think so too." King replies.

With the force of the lock getting to Breslin, Leo slowly tries to get out of the excruciating hold. After a few minutes in the hold, the pro-Breslin crowd slowly gets behind their favorite man in the match and begin to rise up in cheers, trying to give Breslin that extra boost of Energy. Slowly but surely, Breslin begins to get back the energy he desperately needs to get back in the match, and begins to get the adrenaline going. Realizing this, Trepanier lets go of the hold abruptly, leaving Breslin in the sitting position that he was in before. Suddenly Trepanier fires a hard kick into the back of the Cleveland native to cringe in pain at the incredible impact of the Canadian Thunder's foot.

"Great thinking on the part of Trepanier!" King praises enthusiastically. "That was some shot to the back…" Axis comments, fairly less enthusiastic than his partner.

Trepanier grabs a hold of his opponent and brings him down to the mat, covering him with a pin.

One! Two! Th… no! Breslin fires his right shoulder up into the air, stopping the count abruptly.

"No! Leo Breslin kicks out!" Axis chants out.

Visibly pissed, Trepanier brings himself and his opponent up to his feet while voicing his opinion on the 'slow count' by referee Mathew Kivell.

"I agree! That count could have been faster!" King agrees. "Oh yeah right… that count was fair and square."

Once on their feet, Trepanier pushes Leo Breslin back into the ropes and immediately irish whips him across the ring. Upon the rebound, Trepanier attempts to perform a move, but intelligently Breslin ducks out of the move. Upon the rebound off of the ropes closest to Trepanier, Breslin attempts to take Chris Trepanier off of his feet with another Dropkick, but in a dazzling display Trepanier slides out of the way to the underside of Breslin, catching the smaller man on his shoulders in a fireman's carry position. Shortly thereafter, Trepanier hurls the back end of Breslin up into the air, and brings him down to the ground with a Falcon's Arrow, landing on the mat with a deafening SPLAT!

"Wow! What a reversal by Chris Trepanier! Breslin didn't know what hit him!" King shouts aloud. "This might be the end for Breslin…" Axis states hesitantly.

Surprisingly, instead of pinning Breslin after the incredible move, Trepanier picks himself and his opponent up to their feet. Slowly, Breslin struggles to get out of the predicament that he is in, but to no avail. Once on their feet, Breslin stands no chance, as Trepanier sets him up on his back, and after a few moments of stalling, plants Leo Breslin viciously into the mat with the "Lightning Strike" (Finishing Move: Vertebreaker), much to the dismay and horror of the beautiful Scarlet on the outside. Totally limp, Breslin merely topples over onto his back with a vacant look in his dark hazel eyes.

"Lighting Strike! Lightning Strike" Suicide King screams aloud at the top of his lungs.

Very slowly, Trepanier moves over for the pin, uncharacteristically taunting along the way. Finally, Trepaneir merely leans over his fallen opponent, placing one hand on his chest.

"That took way too long… What has gotten into Chris Trepanier??!" Axis wonders. "I don't care! King exclaims, "He's going to win anyway!" he adds.

One!

Two!!

"…HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT!" Axis screams aloud. "SLOW COUNT! NOOO!!! SLOW COUNT!!!" King argues aloud.

Scarlet, along with the entire arena explodes into cheers, as Chris Trepanier's arrogant look quickly changes into a look of pure anger, as the referee signals to the station the two count. Once again, Trepanier pushes Breslin to the floor and this time, hooks the leg for the pin.

One!

Two!!!

"HE KICKED OUT AGAIN!" Axis reports excitedly.

Trepanier glares down at his opponent with an angry stare, as Breslin begins to stir beneath him. Slowly, Trepanier rises to his feet, bringing Breslin along with him.

"What does Trepanier have to do to put Leo Breslin Away?" Axis asks. "Kill him!!!" King screams in reply. Trepanier signals for another Lightning Strike, but before he can get to the move, Breslin springs into action, viciously attacking Trepanier with every ounce of strength that he can muster. Stunning Trepanier with several hard uppercuts, Breslin knocks Trepanier into the turnbuckle. Slowly, Breslin picks Trepanier up off of the ground, and somehow sets the bigger man up on the top rope, setting up for the "Landslide" (Finisher: Top Rope Evenflow DDT)

"Here we go… Breslin is setting up for the Landslide!" Axis shouts aloud.

Slowly, Breslin ascends the ropes and gets ready to hit the move, but suddenly Trepanier jumps off of the rope, bringing Breslin down with him in a stunning reversal, and quickly hits one more devastating "Lightning Strike" (Finisher: Vertebreaker) quickly silencing the crowd reactions for good.

"Another Lightning Strike!" King yelps out loud. "Oh my… this has to be it." Axis solemnly announces.

This time, Trepanier hooks the leg for the pin as Kivell drops down and counts.

One!

Two!

Three!

At the last slap of the hand, the crowds completely explode in boos as Trepanier jumps to his feet in celebration. "Canadian Thunder" by Defused bursts out over the PA System as Kivell hands Trepanier the Canadian Flag that he triumphantly brought down to the ring.

"You've got to give it to Breslin… he hung in there until the very last second!" Axis sates. "But the better man is victorious tonight!" King replies instead.

Trepanier quickly jumps out of the ring, and begins to walk up the ramp, waving the Canadian Flag triumphantly in the air, while in the ring the concerned Scarlet slides in and begins to tend to her fallen client. The cameras abruptly cut off, giving way to the commercials that the SJL is obligated to put on.

June 20, 2003

After the vicious US vs. Canada match, the camera cuts to a backstage locker room, where we see David Blazenwing clearing out his locker. He is stuffing his personal belongings into a medium-sized green duffel bag with a flaming green Phoenix logo on the front, surrounded by the words “The Full Effect”.

.:Suicide King:.

Hey! That’s David Blazenwing!

.:Axis:.

He’s clearing out his locker, King! I guess he really is leaving the SJL.

.:Suicide King:.

I didn’t think he was serious, but I guess he really was.

.:Axis:.

Well, after all – wait! Someone’s coming!

As David is busy cleaning his locker, he looks up and notices newly drafted SWF Superstar Crow standing next to him.

.:Suicide King:.

Axis, we’re gonna get to see a brawl!

.:Axis:.

These two had one of Blazenwing’s greatest SJL Matches a few weeks ago on Metal in the vicious “Glass Ceiling” match, King.

.:Suicide King:.

I know Axis, I was there. It was in the Kingdome, remember?

David and Crow spend a few moments staring each other down. Suddenly, Crow sticks his hand out in a friendly gesture. David looks on resignedly, then reluctantly shakes Crow’s hand as a huge grin grows on his face. The two embrace one another like brothers, then Crow slaps David on the back and walks away.

.:Axis:.

Now that was a show of great sportsmanship. It made me feel really good to see that.

.:Suicide King:.

Meh… too sappy for me. Although… it WAS kind of cool to see the original Blazenwing wrestle here tonight, one more time for the crowd.

.:Axis:.

I can’t think of a better way to end his SJL career than to see David Blazenwing go out the way he came in!

As Axis finishes off his sentence, David finishes cleaning out his locker. He turns and exits the locker room, then starts walking towards the exit. Along the way, he walks past SJL superstars like John Duran and Aecas, who wish him well. David continues walking until he reaches the exit, where various SJL personel are gathered to see one of their own off for the last time. David shakes all of their hands and hugs several of them (including SJL referee Matthew Kivell, who seemed to want the hug a little TOO much) and then finally exits the building. The camera continues to follow David Blazenwing as he reaches the Blazenmobile.

.:Suicide King:.

Axis! That’s the Blazenmobile! From David Blazenwing’s days as a superhero! Remember that?

.:Axis:.

I most certainly do. I always kind of missed that gimmick myself.

As the cameraman approaches Blazenwing, he sees the cameraman and stops. David grins, kneels down, opens his duffel bag and pulls out his old Blazenwing superhero mask (to a huge pop) and puts it on. He then strikes the Blazenwing superhero pose to an even bigger pop.

.:David Blazenwing:.

I have to leave you now, citizens, because I have work to do. But never fear, loyal ‘JL’ers… Blazenwing will always be “Comin’ Through”!

“Superstar” by Saliva plays in the arena as David Blazenwing jumps onto the Blazenmobile, starts it up and drives off into the sunset for the last time on SJL television. “Blazenwing” chants fill the Quahog Sports Arena as the cameras fade to commercial.

June 20, 2003

When we return from commercial break, the camera is positioned outside, showcasing the beautiful sights and sounds of Quahog city nights, including Flappy Jack’s, Buddy Cianci Junior High, and The Drunken Clam. We then pan around to see the Quahog Sports Arena, with the marquee reading “SJL Crimson – SOLD OUT!!” We finally head inside, where the fans in the world-famous Rhode Island arena go INSANE~! They all try to get their signs on camera, which range from “I’ll miss you Crow <3!” to “CHAMP’S HOUSE!” and the necessary “John 3:16”. The entire arena is shown, including the front row, featuring the first family of Quahog, the Griffens, as well as a luxury box featuring none other than the mayor of Quahog, Adam West!

Axis: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to SJL Crimson, and what a star studded, action packed night it’s been already! However, in my opinion, the best is yet to come. Up next, six men, the top of the SJL crop, will face off to fight for the SJL World Heavyweight Championship in a No-DQ, No count-out match. Six men enter, and are eliminated one by one. Once two men remain, these two will fight for the Championship on Metal. However, the *winner* of this match gets to pick the stipulations for this contest.

King: I haven’t had so much fun since I stopped into the Happy Go Lucky Toy Factory today! One thing you forgot, Axis, is that it’s painfully obvious that Spike Jenkins is winning this match. I mean, seriously. He made Manson tap on Wrath; he has boatloads of experience, charisma, and a darn handsome face, too. This guy’s my pick to win.

Axis: But you can’t forget the other participants, King. You have Aecas, the largest man in the match, Viktor Tarakanov, who’s returning from his match with Aecas and looking for revenge after broken ribs, the European Champion, Charlie Matthews, a sure-fire favorite who has been unstoppable as of late, Manson, a master of this no-disqualification atmosphere and a very dangerous man, and last, but definitely not least, the Sinner, John Duran. He nearly wrestled the European Title away from Matthews on Metal, and is deadly.

King: I’m seriously contemplating having Stewie put an ether-soaked gag over your mouth, Axis. Blah, blah, blah; let’s get on with it already.

The camera turns to Funyon, who stands to make the opening announcements.

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is a SIX MAN ELIMINATION MATCH to determine the NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS to the SJL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! And in this match, there will be NOOO disqualifications OR count-outs! Now, introducing the participants! First, hailing from Denver, Colorado, and weighing in at 210 pounds, this is HATE PERSONIFIED, MAAAAAAAAANSON~!!!!!!!!!

“Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

The lights in the arena shut off as red strobes begin circling the arena. Haunted’s “Hate Song” hits as Manson appears on the stage, throwing up the metal sign as he walks to the ring, ignoring the fans. He slides under the bottom rope and removes his leather jacket, and then sitting in the corner.

Funyon: Next, this man hails from Kansas City, Missouri, and weighs in at 299 pounds, I give you the SJL EUROPEAN CHAMPION, Charlie GRAPPLER MAAAATTHEWS~!!!!!!!

Horns begin to go off over the sound system, before a familiar tune kicks in, as the crowd leaps to their feet and pops for not only the sounds of “Gonna Fly Now”, but also for the SJL European Champion, Charlie Matthews, who emerges from the curtain and stands at the top of the stage. He walks to the ring with his belt snugly around his waist, before walking up the steps and into the ring. He hands his belt to the timekeeper and takes a free corner.

Funyon: Now, from Astrakhan, Russia, weighing in at 280 pounds, he is THE RED RAGE, Viktor TARAKAAAAAAAANOOOVV!!!!!!!!!

“Boooooooooooooooooooooooooo~!”

The Soviet National Anthem kicks in as red pyro SHOOTS off in the entryway, as Viktor Tarakanov appears on the stage. As he walks to the ring he sneers at the fans, oblivious to them as he walks up the ring steps and wipes his boots on the apron before stepping into the ring, awaiting the other opponents.

Funyon: Introducing next, from Shrewsbury, England, weighing in at 295 pounds, THIS IS AAAAAECASSSSSS!!!!!!!!!

*GONG*

“Are you scared?”

“He’s here.”

Motorhead’s “The Game” blasts over the speakers as the crowd pops huge for the Black Angel, as red lights flash all over the arena. Finally, out of the smoke walks the nearly-seven foot monster, completely focused on the ring as he walks up the steps and into the squared circle.

Funyon: AND, from Champagne, Illinois, weighing in at 265 pounds, this is THE SINNER, JOHN DURAAAAAN!!!!!!!!!!

Boooooooooooo~!!

“Sinner” fires up and the crowd is relentless in booing the former TV and European Champion, but Duran ignores them as he walks to the ring, giving one fan the finger before getting up on the apron and entering the ring, raising his arms into the air with fire in his eyes.

Funyon: FINALLY, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is HOLLYWOOD SPIIIIIIIIIKE JENKINSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Revolution Revolucion” hits, and the crowd shows a very mixed reaction, as many people boo the egomaniac, but Spike gets his fair share of respect from the fans as well. Tonight he’s without Natasha, as he confidently walks up the steps and into the ring, removing his jacket and looking at his other five opponents. With that, Nick Soapdish makes sure all men are ready, before signaling for the bell to begin this match!

*DING DING DING*

Without any hesitation, Manson charges at Spike from across the ring, extending his arm and catching Hollywood right under the jaw with a clothesline, taking him down. Meanwhile, Tarakanov lumbers over to Aecas, where the two exchange stiff right hands to the head and face. And finally, reviving their past history, John Duran and Charlie Matthews lock horns in a collar-elbow, as Grappler forces Duran to a knee, and then pushes him into the corner, where he rears back and slaps his hand into Duran’s chest.

*CHOP*

“Wooooooooo~!”

*CHOP*

“Woooooooo~!”

Quickly recovering, however, Duran sends his leg out and kicks Matthews right in the shin, temporarily stunning him. The Sinner then grabs Charlie’s head with both hands and forcefully pushes it backwards, dropping Charlie down to the mat, as Manson wails away with unprotected punches to the fallen Jenkins.

Axis: And right from the get-go, we have total non-stop action!

King: Hey, that’d be a good name for a wrestling federation!

Aecas grabs the Red Rage by the arm and pushes him back into the ropes, and then sends him off to the other side of the ring. However, as Viktor comes bounding back, he lifts his leg up and drives his knee right into Aecas’ midsection, doubling him over. Tarakanov stands side-by-side with the Black Angel, wrapping his right arm around his head and grabbing his other hand, before sweeping his leg out from under him and bringing him down with a Russian leg sweep. Grappler tries to initiate another lockup with John Duran on the other side of the ring, but is swiftly met by a thumb to the eye from the Sinner, causing him to stagger into the corner to shake the cobwebs out.

Axis: And remember, the only reason Nick Soapdish is there is to count the pins and check for submissions. He can’t disqualify or count anyone out. Not even *chastise* them!

King: And that’s the way it should be. Just let these guys go out there and fight.

Meanwhile, Manson has Jenkins up on his feet, but immediately sends low, stiff kicks to Hollywood’s legs, before moving up and using some on his midsection. However, Spike catches the leg of the Machine on one kick attempt and brings HIS leg up, sending his foot right into the testicles of Manson, dropping him to the canvas! As that’s occurring, Grappler reasserts himself by grabbing the Sinner around the waist and lifting him into the air, dropping him back down, crotch-first across his knee. John staggers backward, and Charlie wraps his arm around his head with a front facelock, before kicking his legs out backward, dropping Duran face-first to the mat while still applying the front facelock.

Axis: Well, we knew going into this that all six men had bad blood with each other, and it’s showing as they’re relentless on each other!

King: I think it’s time we suggest a slower and more deliberate pace! I mean, come on. The fans DEMAND it to keep up with all of this intense action!

In one pairing, Viktor Tarakanov ducks under Aecas’ arm and wraps his own around his neck, preparing for the Soviet Judo Throw. However, the Black Angel sends his elbow backward three times into the head of the large Russian, causing him to let go and double over. Aecas then laces his arms under Viktor’s, in a double underhook, and then drops down, drilling the Red Rage with a double arm DDT. Aecas follows this with a lateral press as Soapdish makes the first count of the match:

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT~!

Spike Jenkins, meanwhile, brings Manson to his feet and leaps up onto his shoulders, facing him, in a sitting position, before arching backward and bringing the Machine flipping over with a hurracanrana; As THIS is occurring, Duran is able to rise to his feet in the front facelock, fighting the squeeze of Matthews. He then ducks his shoulder down and charges, driving Matthews into the corner and jarring him, forcing the facelock to be broken. The Sinner follows this up with some fierce body shots to Grappler, not letting up until the tenth one.

Axis: And as we’ve just seen, things can start getting brutal in just a few moments…as if they haven’t already.

King: And that’s why I respect the JLCC. They knew these guys wanted to tear each other apart, so why *not* make it no disqualifications?

Hollywood, trying to show his dominance in this match, goes after the Russian Red Rage, dropping an elbow on the fallen Viktor and picking him off the canvas. He stands behind him and wraps his arm around Tarakanov’s neck, signaling for the Old School Expulsion. As he swings around to turn the reverse facelock into a neckbreaker, Viktor spins out of the hold, and shoves Spike off of him, into the ropes. As Jenkins comes back, the Red Rage swings his left arm with all of his might, almost taking Hollywood’s HEAD OFF with a sickening lariat that catches him right under the chin. Meanwhile, John Duran, after punishing Charlie Matthews with the body shot flurry, sees Aecas trading punches with Manson. The Sinner breaks this up by moving behind the Black Angel and wrapping his arms around his waist, with a waistlock. Duran then arches backward, sending the Black Angel up and over his body, landing onto the neck and shoulders area with a waistlock suplex. Quickly, the Sinner moves to the legs of Aecas and scissors them with his own, trying to take out the vertical base of his larger opposition.

Axis: Well, it looks like now we’re seeing different pair-offs. This shows you that when it all boils down to it, these guys are really just in it to win.

King: And really, I think it’s only a matter of time before we see our first elimination. It’s getting kind of cramped in there, anyway.

Grappler staggers out of his corner, clutching his midsection, when he looks up to see Manson on the ring apron directly in front of him. Hate Personified uses the ropes as a vault, spring boarding to the top rope, before leaping off with his legs extended, and catching Charlie right in the mouth with a springboard dropkick. Meanwhile, after the forceful lariat, Hollywood retreats to the outside, shoving the timekeeper out of the way and grabbing his steel chair, folding it up and sliding it into the ring. He follows it back in, but is met with some unceremonious stomps by the Russian. Viktor turns his attention away from Spike for a second, and moves to Charlie Matthews. He picks up the fallen grappler and places his head between his legs, wrapping his arms around Charlie’s body. Tarakanov, showing amazing strength, hoists Grappler into the air, onto his shoulder back-first. The Red Rage holds him there for a second, and then flips him over, sending Matthews face first to the canvas with AUTHORITY as the crowd lets out a collective “ooh!” for the move.

Axis: MY GOD, the Bolshevik Revolution~! What unbelievable strength by Viktor Tarakanov!

King: Yeah…but wait! Turn around Viktor!

Tarakanov doesn’t hear King’s words, but turns anyway, only to see Spike Jenkins throw a chair at him. Instinctively, Viktor catches it, and Hollywood leaps into the air, spinning around, before sending a kick right into the chair, right into Tarakanov’s face and dropping him to the mat with the I Just Broke Your Nose! Spike taunts the crowd after performing the move, and Manson surprises him with a forearm right to the back, knocking him down. Manson hastily ducks between the ropes and scales them to the top turnbuckle, where he stands and flashes the metal sign. He then leaps into the air, performing a backwards flip while moving forward, landing right on top of the fallen Russian with a picture-perfect shooting star press!

Axis: Shadows Fall! And you KNOW that has to be it for Tarakanov.

Soapdish counts, as the crowd applauds the spectacular move:

ONE!

TWO!

TH…SPIKE BREAKS UP THE PIN?!

Axis: What is he DOING?! Doesn’t he know that this is an elimination match?

Spike kicks Manson off of Tarakanov and pushes him into a corner, before heading to the top rope himself.

King: I think this is what we call a game of one-upmanship.

Standing on the top rope, Jenkins mockingly flashes the same Metal sign before leaping into the air and flipping backwards, falling forward, all the way into a sitting position with his leg crushing the larynx of Tarakanov!

Axis: THE SHOOTING STAR LEGDROP~! Good lord, he’s never hit that move!

Smirking, Hollywood covers Viktor Tarakanov with a lateral press as Soapdish counts again:

ONE!!!

TWOOOO!!!!!!!

THREEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*DING*

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Eliminated: Viktor Tarakanov

Via: Spike Jenkins (Shooting Star Legdrop)

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Axis: Can you believe that? One of the largest men in this match, Viktor Tarakanov, is gone!

King: Of course I can. Spike Jenkins is a masterful wrestler, and I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.

While the game of one-upmanship was going on in the ring, Aecas was able to escape the John Duran leglock by sliding under the bottom rope, and all the way out of the ring. Now, the two trade punches on the outside, as Aecas grabs the arm of Duran and whips him into the guardrail. Duran spins around, however, reversing the momentum and sending the Black Angel right into the barrier. Aecas staggers out, and Duran grabs his head and shoves it right into the steel ring steps, before sliding him back into the ring. Inside of the ring, Spike and Manson are face to face, staring each other down and shouting obscenities at each other after the events that just occurred. Finally, they decide to drop the nonsense and begin exchanging punches. Spike extends his arm for a clothesline, but Manson ducks this and spins Jenkins around, grabbing him in a front facelock and taking a hold of his tights. The Machine hoists Spike into the air, upside down, and then kicks his legs out forward, sitting out and drilling Hollywood’s face and midsection to the mat with the Mind Bender! Manson gets off of Spike and goes to lay a beating onto Charlie Matthews. However, Grappler is waiting for him, as he wraps his arms around Manson’s body before lifting him up and twisting in mid-air, dropping him to the mat with a side belly-to-belly suplex.

King: Well, finally. For someone who’s supposedly unstoppable, Grappler sure has gotten about ZERO percent offense in during this match.

Axis: King, just like puberty, everyone blooms at different times.

King: …

John Duran grabs Aecas by the arm and pushes him into the ropes, shooting him to the opposite side. As he comes back, the Sinner reaches under him and scoops him up, before snapping around and dropping him to the canvas quickly with a powerslam. He turns around, satisfied, but the last thing he sees before falling to the mat is Charlie Matthews, with his arm bent, catching him right in the face with the point of his elbow. Quickly, Grappler scoops Duran up and hoists him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Matthews then begins rotating around, not stopping as he sends the Sinner on the merry-go-round from hell!

Axis: THE AIRPLANE SPIN~! Quite possibly the only thing that’s more dizzying than the Giant Swing!

The crowd counts along with each rotation of the hold, and as Matthews gets to the tenth spin, Spike Jenkins runs in, out of nowhere, and leaps forward, grabbing the head of John Duran and falling backwards, taking him down with a double-team neckbreaker!

King: Good lord! Are they trying to kill him?

Axis: In any case, an unlikely pairing in Matthews and Jenkins, at least for now.

Still regaining his bearings from the spin, Grappler staggers around the ring, only to turn around face-to-face with Manson, who grabs him by the leg and hoists him up into the air, dropping him down throat-first across the top rope with a hot shot. Matthews stumbles back, and Manson measures him up before lifting his leg high into the air and catching Grappler right in the side of the head with the toe of his boot in a vicious roundhouse kick. Meanwhile, Aecas rises from the dead and grabs a jubilant Spike Jenkins from behind, grabbing a hold of his arms and putting them behind his body in a double chickenwing, and then arching backward, sending Hollywood over and onto his neck and shoulders with a Tiger Suplex, holding on and bridging Spike into a pin as Soapdish counts!

ONE~!!

TWOOO!!!!

KICKOUT!!!!!!!!

Axis: Well, from what I’ve seen so far, these guys aren’t worrying too much about psychology, as they’re just trying to hurt one another to get eliminations. The match will become a lot easier once the number of people go down.

King: Well, not necessarily. By the time the match gets down to two people, the survivors will be tired as hell.

Manson and Aecas turn to face each other, and Hate Personified quickly lifts his leg and spins around, trying to catch Aecas with the same move he took down Grappler with. However, Aecas ducks this and grabs Manson around the throat, before placing his other hand on Manson’s back and lifting him into the air, before throwing him down to the canvas with a HUGE choke slam! Aecas then signals for the end by running his thumb across his throat as the crowd pops huge!

Axis: And we may be seeing the next elimination here, if Aecas has his way!

King: Manson will find a way out of it. He *is* the Machine, after all.

The Black Angel grabs Manson and puts his head between his legs, and wraps his arms around Manson’s body. Aecas then hoists him up onto his shoulders, before letting him drop into an upside down position. As he is about to put Manson away with the Executioner, Grappler appears out of nowhere, charging at Aecas and lifting his leg up, sending his boot right into the Black Angel’s exposed face!

*CRACK~!*

“Oooooooooh!”

Aecas falls backward to the mat, with Manson on top of him in a pin! However, just as Soapdish drops to count, Matthews falls on top of Manson, and is followed by Spike Jenkins, who crawls on top of Grappler! John Duran returns to the action by sitting at the top of the heap, as Aecas is covered by a total of ONE THOUSAND POUNDS~! Soapdish counts, as the crowd applauds the ingenuity…

ONE~!!!

TWO~!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!

*DING*

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Eliminated: Aecas

Via: Manson, Charlie Matthews, Spike Jenkins, John Duran (Dog-pile pin)

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Axis: Good lord! It just took four men to hold the mighty Aecas down for a three count! There’s no way he could’ve escaped that pin!

King: Well, even though he lost, it should stroke Aecas’ ego a bit knowing it took four guys, at a combined weight of 1000 pounds, to keep him down.

All four men get off of Aecas, but the festivities continue as John Duran blindsides Grappler by running his forearm right into the back of the European Champion’s head. As Matthews hits the canvas, Duran backs into the ropes and pushes off of them, gaining momentum as he leaps into the air, dropping his extended leg right across the back of Charlie’s head. Meanwhile, Spike and Manson continue where they left off, as Manson sends his unprotected fist right into Spike’s face three times. Manson then flashes the metal sign, before lifting under Jenkins’ legs and scooping him up onto his shoulder, going for the Call of the Cthulhu! However, just as the Machine goes to sit-out the move, Hollywood uses his weight to slip behind Manson, shoving him sternum first into the ropes, and then catching him in the back of the head with his extended arm, causing Manson to flip all the way out of the ring. Meanwhile, Duran lifts Matthews off of the canvas and brings him into a corner, where he lifts his knee and drives it right into Charlie’s ribs, twice. The Sinner then walks back a few steps, before holding onto the ropes and extending his leg, placing his boot right against Grappler’s throat in an attempt to choke him out.

Axis: This is a pretty smart move by Duran. He knows that he can’t get disqualified, and quite frankly, he could keep that choke in until Grappler passes out.

King: But he’d probably get bored beforehand. It’s never fun to – wait, what the hell?!

Suicide King’s reaction is to Spike Jenkins, who yells at them to move out of the way as he clears off the announce table, with Manson in his grasp. Hollywood tosses Manson onto the table, and goes up with him, as he puts Manson’s head between his legs and audibly calls out “Defying the motherfuckin’ System!” Jenkins puts his hands around the Machine’s body and goes to lift him up, but Manson blocks this attempt, and pulls Spike’s legs towards his own body, causing the King of the World to fall onto his back on the table. Manson holds onto the legs and turns Spike over onto his stomach, wrenching back with one knee placed on the table.

Axis: My God! Manson just reversed the Defying the System with the Hate Becoming on our announce table! This is insane!

King: Just don’t break our table, please! Get back in the damn ring!

IN the ring, however, John Duran finally lets go of the boot choke and drags Charlie Matthews out of the corner. Duran uses his strength to scoop Grappler off the mat and hold him sideways, before arching backward and flipping Matthews over the Sinner’s head and onto his back with a fallaway slam. Quickly, Duran floats over into a lateral press and Nick Soapdish drops to count the pin:

ONE!!!!

TWO~!!!!!!!!

KICKOUT~!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On the outside of the ring, Manson releases the Hate Becoming, since eliminations can’t occur on the outside. However, with Spike softened up, he drags Hollywood’s limp carcass off the table and pushes him into the ring, but not before recovering a steel chair. Manson drops the chair for a second and picks up Spike, grabbing his arm and whipping him hard into a turnbuckle. As Spike leans against the turnbuckle, Hate Personified grabs the chair and stands in the opposite corner. He pushes off, picking up speed as he lifts the chair ready to take Jenkins’ head off. However, Hollywood summons enough strength to turn to his side and do a quick bounce, before lifting his leg up and super-kicking the chair right into Manson’s face, causing him to fall back to the canvas!

Axis: THE LAST DANCE~! Spike just got his Super-Kick right into the chair, right into Manson’s face!

Spike, however, turns around after the move, right into a charging Duran, who puts his shoulder forward and sends it right into the sternum of Hollywood. As Spike falls to the canvas, Duran moves to Manson and lifts him off the canvas, putting his head between his legs and raising his arms into the air, signaling for the Ultimate Sin~! However, just as he is about to hoist the Machine into the air, he has second thoughts, as he frees Manson from the standing headscissors, but instead grabs his arm and leg, lifting him onto his shoulders in an inverted fireman’s carry position!

King: YES! John Duran is going to show exactly why he deserves to win this match. He realized the Ultimate Sin wasn’t good enough, and now he’s going for the Blunt Force Trauma!!

With an evil look in his eyes, the Sinner pushes Manson’s legs back and spins him around, falling back and landing on the mat, destroying Manson with a deadly neckbreaker to complete the Blunt Force Trauma!! All the way from the crowd, Peter Griffen can be heard saying “HOLY CRAP!!” as Duran casually hooks a leg on Manson as Soapdish counts:

ONE~!

TWO~!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Eliminated: Manson

Via: John Duran (Blunt Force Trauma)

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Axis: The Machine was just taken OUT by a sickening Blunt Force Trauma by John Duran! That man just DOES NOT CARE about anyone!

Duran gets off of Manson, but turns around standing face-to-face with Charlie Matthews, who hastily ducks under his arm and wraps his own around John’s throat, before sweeping the Sinner’s leg out from under him and driving him to the mat with an STO! Meanwhile, Spike Jenkins heads to the outside of the ring, where he shoves the timekeeper out of the way and grabs Grappler’s European Championship belt. He slides back into the ring, and as John Duran moves to a corner to recover, Hollywood gets the attention of Charlie and hands him the belt, telling him to use it as a weapon against the Sinner. However, Matthews stands dumbfounded at Spike, before uttering the words, “I don’t know how.” Spike, visibly annoyed, screams, “YOU HIT HIM OVER THE HEAD WITH THE GODDAMN TITLE! WHAT’S SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!” Now, filled with new rage, Matthews holds the Title and rushes forward at Duran, swinging with all of his might. However, the Sinner is able to duck this shot, but walks right into the extended arm of Spike Jenkins, who clotheslines him down to the mat. Hollywood looks up at Grappler, but he swings the European Championship right at Spike’s face, hitting him right in the forehead and dropping him to the canvas as the crowd roars! Grappler holds the Title belt in the air, before looking down at Spike and shouting, “IS THAT HOW YOU DO IT?!” before throwing the belt down and dropping on top of Spike with a lateral press as Soapdish counts!

ONE~!!!

TWOOO~!!!!!

THREE!!!!!!!!NOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!KICKOUT~!!!!!!

A “Let’s Go Grappler!” chant begins to echo throughout the arena.

King: That bastard! Spike was trying to help Grappler out, and what does he get? A belt-shot, not to mention he was almost eliminated right there!

Axis: King, you should know that there ARE no alliances in this match, even if they have teamed before.

Immediately after the kickout, Duran is right on top of Matthews, stomping the top of his head. Duran picks Charlie up and wraps his arm around his head in a front facelock, and then falls backward, drilling the European Champion’s head to the mat with a DDT. The Sinner gets up and walks over to the fallen Spike Jenkins, lifting him off his feet and grabbing a front facelock on him, as well as a handful of tights. Duran then lifts Spike into the air, holding him upside down for a full five seconds before falling back, sending Spike over with a stalling vertical suplex. John surveys the damage he’s caused, sneering at the fans before heading to a corner of the ring and grabbing the steel chair that was last super-kicked into Manson’s face. He stands over Grappler and raises the chair above his head, and brings it down across the back of the champion!

*CRACK~!*

The crowd jeers the Sinner, as he drops the chair and rolls out of the ring, taking a hold of the ring bell and bringing it into the ring with him. He measures up Hollywood with it, but just as he raises it above his head, Jenkins kips up onto his feet and grabs Duran by the legs, lifting him up into the air and driving him down to the mat with a snap spinebuster, as the bell goes right into Duran’s face!! Spike falls on top of the Sinner as the referee does his job:

ONE!!!

TWO~!!!!!!!!!

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

Axis: Wow! Spike Jenkins showed amazing speed and he literally swept John Duran off his feet, causing his weapon to backfire!

King: And that’s why Spike is my pick to win. He’s so versatile, not to mention he can take a hell of a beating and come back, too.

Jenkins doesn’t even miss a beat, as he runs to the ropes and leaps onto the second rope, vaulting off of it and doing a backflip in mid-air as he comes down for a Lion-Sault on Duran! However, Duran lifts up his knees at the very last minute, and Hollywood hits them, hurting himself. The Sinner then picks Jenkins off the mat and places his head between his legs, raising his arms up and signaling for the Ultimate Sin! He wraps his arms around Spike’s body and flips him into the air, until he’s standing back-to-back with him in a crucifix position. However, as he’s about to send Hollywood on a trip to hell, Matthews appears right in front of him, with the steel chair raised above his head! Before Duran can even think of what to do, Grappler summons the strength to bring the chair down right across the Sinner’s head! Duran drops Spike out of the move, and Duran staggers from the blow. Jenkins spins John around and ducks under his arm, wrapping his arm around his neck, before lifting him into the air and bringing him down with AUTHORITY~!

Axis: THE HIGHLIGHTER~! Matthews gets revenge on John Duran in a big way!

Spike covers as Soapdish drops to count and Matthews watches on, satisfied:

ONE!!!!!!!

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

THREEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Although there’s no bell to ring, the crowd bursts into cheers as John Duran is gone.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Eliminated: John Duran

Via: Spike Jenkins (The Highlighter)

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

King: Yes! It’s going to be Charlie Matthews vs. Spike Jenkins for the SJL Championship on Metal!

Axis: And it’s not over yet! These two are now going to fight to the finish, so they can see who picks the stipulation!

Hollywood slowly gets off Duran, turning around and coming face to face with Grappler. The two men stare down one another, mouthing inaudible things. Finally, Spike backs off a few steps, before slapping Matthews right across the face!

*SMACK*

“Ooooooh!”

Grappler stares at Spike for a second, and does what any bad-ass that just got slapped would do…

Grab Spike’s arm and twist it into a wristlock. Matthews switches this up and ducks behind Hollywood, wrapping his arms around his waist in a waistlock, and then lifts him into the air, turning around and dropping him on his face with an amateur takedown. Grappler then moves to his head and wraps his arm around it, squeezing with a front facelock.

Axis: Remember, Spike Jenkins took the Decapitator earlier in the evening, so his neck isn’t all there.

King: But he’s a fighter, and he’s not going to quit because of some silly neck injury from guys that do a Haka Dance, or whatever.

Jenkins is able to push off of the mat and rise to a standing position, as he twists out of the front facelock and ducks behind Matthews, grabbing him in an inverted facelock for a Reverse DDT. However, Charlie sends his elbow into Spike’s midsection twice to break out of the hold, before ducking behind Hollywood. He puts his head under Jenkins’ arm and grabs his tights, lifting him into the air with his head pointing diagonal to the mat, and then drops him down with a back suplex. As Spike rolls on the ground holding his head, Matthews bends his arm and drops his elbow right across Spike’s sternum. He picks Hollywood up and wraps his arms around him in a waistlock. Grappler arches back and brings Spike over with a German Suplex…but Spike flips out of it, landing on his feet! Before Charlie realizes what happened, Hollywood lifts his legs slightly off the mat and drives them forward, hitting him with a basement dropkick. Matthews drops to his knees, and Spike runs to the ropes and bounces off of them, charging towards Matthews. Once he’s in range, Jenkins sends his leg up and slightly takes his feet off the mat, sending a kick right into the back of Grappler’s head!

Axis: DANGEROUS WIZARD! Spike is already at a disadvantage, strength-wise, not to mention the beating his neck took earlier, so he’ll need to use his speed to surprise Grappler in this match.

King: The thing is these two now know they’ll be fighting on Metal…this can more or less be considered a scouting match, where they learn each others’ weaknesses and strengths.

Grappler holds his head, rolling on the mat until he gets to a corner, which he props himself up against and pulls himself to his feet. Spike sees this to his advantage and moves to the opposite turnbuckle, where he pushes out and flips forward with a handspring, and then brings his boots up with a double kick right into Matthews’ face, executing the Tidal Wave! Charlie staggers out of the corner, and Hollywood runs to the ropes, where he leaps and lands onto the middle rope, spring-boarding off of it and extending his leg out, catching Grappler with a back kick right to his head, finally taking him down!

Axis: Three consecutive kicks to the head of Matthews…that can’t do wonders for anyone.

King: Well, it’s not like there was much up there to begin with, Axis.

Spike drags Charlie by the arm towards the ropes, where he covers Charlie, hooking a leg, and then bringing his legs up across the second rope in a perfectly legal pin!

ONE!!!!!

TWOOO~!!!!

THRE-KICKOUT~!!!!!!!!!!

Hollywood hustles to a turnbuckle, which he leaps onto and turns around, waiting for Matthews to get to his feet. When he does, Jenkins leaps off of the turnbuckle sideways, ready to catch the European Champion with a cross-body-block. However, as he lands on Grappler, the larger wrestler catches Spike in mid-air, before turning him around ninety degrees, so that he’s standing straight. Grappler then drops to a knee and squeezes Spike in the midsection as hard as he can, as the crowd leaps to their feet in sheer excitement!

King: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT’S BEARHUG TIME~!!!!!!

Axis: And what perfect timing by Grappler, executing this wear-down hold at a critical time in this match.

Spike tries to fight out of the hold, while simultaneously trying to expend the least amount of energy as possible. The death grip of Matthews, however, is not easily breakable, as Jenkins finds out. His movements become slower, until there’s nothing at all, and he falls limply into Grappler’s arms. Nick Soapdish checks for the submission by raising Hollywood’s arm into the air…

THE ARM DROPS ONCE!!

THE ARM DROPS TWICE~!!!!!

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

NOOOO!!! Spike’s arm doesn’t fall a third time, as he begins wailing away with his fists, trying desperately to break the hold with his new-found adrenaline. Finally, as he notices Grappler doesn’t budge, Hollywood does the time-tested escape method of extending his arms to his sides and clapping them together, boxing Matthews’ ears in; this causes so much pain to the European Champion that he lets go of the bearhug and holds his ears, praying not to have severe injury! While he tries to regain his composure, Jenkins backs into the ropes and propels off of them, before leaping into the air and grabbing Charlie’s head on the way down, bringing him crashing to the mat with the Phantom Neckbreaker! Hollywood stands up again, sucking up the pain in his neck and standing in a ready position, prepared to strike Grappler.

Axis: And that’s usually the position Spike takes for the Highlighter, which he already used to eliminate John Duran…could Grappler be next?

King: Of course he will. NO ONE escapes the Highlighter, especially a fool like Grappler, who’s taken enough shots to the head to render him dead.

Matthews slowly rises to his feet, and turns around one-hundred and eighty degrees…right into Spike, who wraps his arm around his neck for the Highlighter! He lifts Grappler off the canvas…NO! Matthews sends his elbow into Spike’s head once, and twice, breaking the hold! Jenkins staggers around for a second, and turns around to get a boot to the gut by Charlie, as he puts Spike’s head between his legs and raises his arms into the air, signaling exhaustedly for the Foreign Star Bomb, as the crowd leaps to their feet, wild with anticipation! However, while Grappler reaches down to grab a hold of Hollywood, the King of the World breaks out of the headscissors and brings his extended arm up right into the testicles of Grappler, causing him to double over in sheer pain! Spike shoves Charlie into a turnbuckle, as he walks over to continue the punishment.

Axis: At least Jenkins is using his brain this late in the match, knowing what he has to do to keep Grappler down, or at least hurt.

King: Right now, Hollywood should just stick to the hit-and-run method. Don’t let Grappler get those paws on you, or it’ll probably be over. This is why I have to wonder why he’s following Grappler into the corner. Just grab a damn chair or something!

Jenkins stands in front of Matthews and climbs to the second rope, where he stands, giving the crowd the finger before wailing away with punches, and despite his actions, the crowd counts along anyway!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

Hollywood raises his arms into the air, before driving down his fist for the tenth punch…

…but Grappler grabs him around the waist, in Powerbomb position before charging out of the corner and dropping down into a sitting position, sending Spike to hell with the FOREIGN STAR BOMB as the crowd EXPLODES~! Grappler holds onto the pinning predicament as Soapdish drops to count, the crowd counting along…

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOO~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO!!!!!! KICKOUT~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Axis: HOW in the HELL did Spike just kick out of the Foreign Star Bomb?!

King: It’s destiny, Axis, DESTINY! Spike is going to win this match if it’s the last thing he does!

Charlie Matthews looks at the referee in shock, as the fans begin a “Let’s – Go – Grappler!” chant. Fatigued, Charlie brings Spike to his feet and drags him to a corner, where he lifts him to the top rope and climbs up with him, preparing for the Re-Education! Matthews stands on the second rope and grabs Spike in a front facelock, holding onto his tights. As he goes to lift Hollywood up, however, he begins punching Matthews in the midsection, desperately trying to escape the stronghold. Finally, Grappler is forced to let go of the superplex, and Spike shoves him off the second rope, sending him to the mat! Jenkins regains his composure and stands tall on the top rope, and seeing Charlie prone on the mat, he leaps into the air, pumping his arms and legs and stretching himself out as he catches huge hang-time, finally coming down to the mat with THE RATINGS GRABBER……

BUT GRAPPLER MOVES~! Jenkins lands right on the canvas, as he bounces before landing on his face, lying crumpled in pain. Matthews picks Spike up and grabs his left arm with his own right arm, before pulling him close to him and extending his arm out, catching him under the jaw with a short-arm clothesline! As Spike lands on the canvas again, Charlie raises his arm to the crowd again, signaling for another high impact move.

Axis: What a match this has turned out being! Spike went for one of his finishing maneuvers, the Ratings Grabber Frog Splash, but Grappler moved, and that may be all she wrote for the King of the World!

King: No, it’s not. Look: Matthews is wasting too much time trying to please the fans. Spike really doesn’t care about these people; all he wants to do is win the SJL Championship. And he will.

Charlie brings Spike up again and ducks under Spike’s right arm, while grabbing his right leg. Grappler then lifts Jenkins into the air, twisting around for the Judgment Slam………BUT SPIKE LANDS ON HIS FEET! Grappler turns to face him, but Spike again wraps his arm around Charlie’s neck and without hesitation, hoists him into the air and slams him back down with AUTHORITY~!

Axis: THE HIGHLIGHTER~! Spike just nailed Grappler with the Highlighter~!

King: I TOLD you Axis, it’s DESTINY!

Exhausted, Hollywood falls on top of Matthews and hooks a leg as Soapdish begins to count, the crowd counting along as well:

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOO~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Spike sits up in a fury, slapping the mat with his hand three times, telling referee Soapdish that it was a three count! Jenkins slowly gets up and gets into Nick’s face, but decides against bodily harm to the referee, instead focusing it on his opponent. Hollywood rolls outside of the ring and grabs a fresh steel chair from the timekeeper’s table, banging it with his hand as he slides it back into the ring.

King: This can’t be happening! NO ONE kicks out of the Highlighter! That had to be a call from the ref…Charlie didn’t kick out!!

Axis: Say what you want, King, but either way, a referee’s decision stands. You should be happy to see these guys continue to fight in an amazing contest.

Hollywood bangs the chair on the mat once, waiting for Grappler to get up. Charlie slowly does, and turns around a half-rotation, to see a possessed Spike Jenkins charging at him with chair in hand! Sensing his first instinct, Matthews lifts his leg in the air, looking to catch Jenkins with a big boot into the chair. However, Spike sees this coming and ducks below Charlie’s boot, standing behind him and swinging the chair maliciously at his back, catching him right in the spine with a wicked shot.

*CRACK~!*

“Ooooooooooh!”

Grappler falls to his knees from the force of the shot, as Spike drops the chair and waits for his opponent to get up. Matthews slowly does, holding his back gingerly. Hollywood runs past Charlie, into the ropes, pushing off of them and approaching his front side. Once he’s in range, Jenkins uses his hands to push up on Grappler’s shoulders and sit on them, going for a hurracanrana……but Matthews grabs him around the waist, and sits out, DRIVING SPIKE TO THE MAT WITH THE FOREIGN STAR BOMB~!!!!!!!!!!!

Axis: What a counter! I don’t think anyone has ever kicked out of two Grappler Powerbombs!

Soapdish drops to count as the crowd excitedly counts along:

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd EXPLODES as the timekeeper, who recovered the ring bell, sounds it off.

*DING DING DING*

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Eliminated: Spike Jenkins

Via: Charlie Matthews (Foreign Star Bomb)

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Axis: Yes! Not only are Spike and Grappler fighting on Metal for the SJL World Heavyweight Championship, but now Matthews gets to pick the stipulation!

King: Please…stop. I can see it now; Grappler will pick something horribly boring or impossible for Spike to win, like an amateur wrestling exhibition or a goddamn Bearhug Challenge!!

Grappler rolls onto his back, drenched in sweat and exhausted in victory. Soapdish hands him his European Championship belt as Funyon rises to make the official announcement:

Funyon: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH, CHAAAAAAARLIE “GRAPPLER” MAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTHEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Slowly, using the ropes to pull himself up, Charlie raises his arms into the air to the supportive crowd, screaming a victory cry.

Axis: Grappler and Hollywood go on to face their biggest challenge yet…each other on Metal, with the SJL Championship on the line! What stipulation will Grappler choose? Tune in Tuesday, and we’ll see you there! For Suicide King, I’m Axis, good night from Quahog!

June 20, 2003

Results!

Tim Dillon vs English Dragon

- England defeats Ireland, in the first of two international incidents on Crimson!

- EDIT: Tybalt actually showed, but the PM system ate his match, apparently. So hail Mr. Tybalt as j0r new TV champion!

Cassius Atkinson & Syndicate vs Scott Solomon & David Blazenwing

- Blazenwing and Solomon pick the "W."

Leo Breslin vs Chris Trepanier

- Oh ho ho! Canada reigns superior to the USA on this night! Booyah! Hooyah! Who's your daddy, America? WHO'S YOUR--okay, I'll stop now, before the better half of my roster mutilates me.

Aecas vs John Duran vs Manson vs Charlie Matthews vs Viktor Tarakanov vs "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins

- Who won? Who're they going to face on Metal for the world title? You should, like, read to find out.

Edited June 20, 2003 by realitycheck

SJL Crimson - June 19th!

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