SJL METAL - June 24, 2003

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

SJL Metal Card, June 24th!

Venue: Kansas Coliseum, Wichita, Kansas

 

OPENING PROMO!

GOdrea. God help us all.

 

NEW GUYS SINGLES MATCH

Doug Sienkenwicz vs Craig McLennan

They're new guys! They just joined! One's a good guy, the other isn't! Naturally, I don't have much more to say. Fight, you two.

Rules: Standard singles match.

 

TRIPLE THREAT

Syndicate vs Shawn Tybalt vs Dominic Korgath

Syndicte was on the losing end of a tag match with Cassius Atkinson last show. Shawn Tybalt lost to a Sydney Sky limerick. Can either of these two do better, with new guy Dominic Korgath thrown into the mix?

Rules: Standard DQ, countout, pinfall/submission rules apply. First pin wins.

 

FORTUNE REVERSAL TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH

Leo Breslin and Tim Dillon vs Cassius Atkinson and Dan "The Phoenix" Caldwell

Speaking of losers, all four men in this tag match have been in slight slumps as of late. So, we're throwing them together and banging them together until they're bloody and raw! Ahem. The title of the match should live up to its name, as either of these teams has to get a win. Unless they both no-show. Which would make me unhappy.

Rules: All four men are in the ring at the same time. Falls count anywhere, and there are no disqualifications.

 

EUROPEAN TITLE CONTENDERSHIP MATCH

LION'S DEN MATCH

Scott Solomon vs "Canadian Thunder" Chris Trepanier

Scott Solomon has been en feugo the last little while, picking up a streak of wins, including a tag win last show, and nearly knocking Charlie Matthews off the Euro title. He could get a chance to do that again, if he can beat out the "Canadian Thunder."

Rules: There is a small, octagonal, engaged ring set off to the side of the entrance. The winner is the man who scores a submission over the other. There are weapons scattered along the top of the the cage, incase chaos becomes necessary.

Note: If Charile Matthews win the world title on this show, he will immediately hand over the European title to the winner of this match, who will then face a selected opponent.

 

SINGLES MATCH

"The Sinner" John Duran vs English Dragon

On Crimson, English Dragon defeated Leo Breslin for the right to face the Television champion. However, Jimmy Liston has requested this show off. So, instead, the surging Dragon will get his first taste of the uppercard in a match against John Duran. Can Duran save-face after a loss in the Six-Man match? Or will the Dragon breathe fire once more?

Rules: Standard singles match.

 

FINISHER MATCH

Manson vs Aecas

Aecas was another one of the losers in the Six-Man match on Crimson. Manson, on the other hand, wasn't even involved in the match! With both men looking to (re)solidify their place in the ME, they'll face off here on Metal.

Rules: The first man to hit their primary finisher on the other is the winner. Everything else is legal, though...

 

MAIN EVENT

WORLD TITLE MATCH

CLASSIC WRESTLING EXHIBITION MATCH

Charlie "Grappler" Matthews vs "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins

Crow is gone. Va'aiga is gone. But the world title remains... and so do these two men. The two wrestlers destined to face one-another after the Six Pack Challange on Crimson, they are two differing stories. The Grappler, just over two months into his SWF career, has obliterated every obsticale in his metiorodic rise to the top of the league. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins, however, has toiled in the SJL nearly a year, and has yet to grasp ANY type of title. With all the chips down, can either man realize their dreams?

Rules: It's a standard wrestling match, actually, with a fancy name. Well, standard, except for the Bill Watts rules. Which are: If you go over the top rope for any reason, you're disqualified. Sleepers are illegal. And any moves on the outside are an instant DQ.

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

A camera pans around the nearly-packed Kansas Coliseum in Wichita, Kansas and the crowd is going crazy after the opening pyro and the card rundown. Before the feed switches to the camera closest to the commentators, a few signs are spotted in the crowd, but most suck and we won’t relate them to you good folk.

 

Axis: Well folks, we’ve just started this fantabulous show, and right now, we’re about to get right into things with a match of some importance.

 

SK: That is correct, my rotund partner. For this match could determine how the career of these two competitors turns out. The winner might go on to a successful career, perhaps ultimately coming close to my greatness, and the loser might just flounder in the lower card, much like you, Axis.

 

Axis: On par with nearly anything you say, that remark has been mentally filed away and I will cry whilst thinking about it later tonight in my hotel room. Anyway, we’re just about ready, so I think it’s time for the incomparable Funyon to start things off!

 

Funyon steps into the ring to begin the introductions, but the lights go out and the SmarkTron crackles to life, but it’s just snow.

 

Axis: What the hell is happening? From what I’ve heard, neither of the two men in this first match have an entrance like this.

 

SK: Obviously, a special guest is going to join us in some fashion. Either that, or there is a severe technical difficulty.

 

The image on the SmarkTron slowly changes into what appears to be a stage of sorts, with a drum kit at the back, and many large amps and speakers all around.

 

Axis: I’m still confused as to what is happening, but I think I have an idea. I think that someone is going to perform for us. But I have no idea who it will be.

 

SK: Oh, I hope it’s the Suicide King Tribute Band! They are one of my favorites!

 

Axis: I bet they are. Wait! I think I see someone.

 

Indeed, Axis is correct, there is someone in the background walking towards the front of the stage.

 

Axis: See, I told you.

 

Shut up, lard-boy. I’m writing this promo, whore. Anyway, there is a person walking towards the front, where a microphone and stand are. A graphic identifying her as “GOdrea” comes up across her waist.

 

GOdrea: Hello to everyone out there. I would first like to thank Alex Zenon for giving me this amount of television time. It only took a small amount of threats of showing him pictures of transvestites before he relented. Anyway, I don’t want to take up too much time, so I’ll get right on with my plan. I would like, with the help of some friends of mine, to perform something for you. And I’d like to go ahead and introduce my band! First, on the drums, the one, the only, JERRY FLYNN!!

 

Flynn walks out, twirling drum sticks and sits down and starts to warm up.

 

GOdrea: Next up, I have put together quite a horn section, if I say so myself. First, the trumpet players! Villano, Villano I, Villano II and Villano III!

 

Four masked Villanos walk out and shake hands with Flynn and pick up their instruments to the left of the drums.

 

GOdrea: And on the trombone, Villano IV and Villano V!

 

Two more Villanos walk out, and pick up their instruments, standing next to their Villano brethren.

 

GOdrea: Next, two men on the saxophone, who are second to none. Blitzkrieg and Ciclope!

 

Two more masked men walk out and stand on the other side of Flynn, saxophones in hand.

 

GOdrea: Next, on the bass, one of the greatest the world has ever seen, La Parka!

 

La Parka struts out and picks up a huge bass, standing on the same side as the saxophonists.

 

GOdrea: Lastly, but definitely not least, on guitar, the most technically gifted man in existence, Giant Gonzales!

 

GG walks out with a Flying V guitar in hand and stands a little to the left of center stage.

 

GOdrea: Well, that’s the band, but now I bet everyone is wondering what exactly is going to happen. And I’m here to explain things. I am going to recite a poem while the band here plays. So, if we could, gentlemen, let’s start!

 

Flynn starts up a moderately tempo-ed beat and La Parka begins plucking on the strings of his bass. Gonzales plays a few riffs, but transitions into a nice melody which the Villanos pick up, as well as Ciclope and Blitzkrieg.

 

GOdrea: This poem is called “Song of a Sunset.” It won me second place in a competition, and I’m rather proud of it. Here goes:

 

The hippopotamus larvae skim on the surface of the pond

A bushel of trout waits for the fifth caller

Blue jeans in the dryer, no babies in the cupboard

Porcupine-headed Furies envelop the novice musical chair player

Distant yodeling echoes off the ocean floor

Discarded sandals are made useful by hobos

Brits on heroin vomit up lentils

The distant visage of a waffle comes into view

On Wednesday, the Mounties are on gopher patrol

Alka-Seltzer on tuna salad with corn pie

Dolphins and midgets comprise the hopscotch team

Fathers shoot their sons while clocks melt away

The magnets are stuck to triceratops

Teatime is ignored by the upper-class mole people

Philosophical mimes are beaten senseless by elkish goblins

Matadors are vanquished by mighty jalapenos

Bacterium live in the shorts of Norwegians

Fruit salad is used to embalm rodeo clowns

Italians wearing yarmulkes drink bourbon from fez hats

The small one who whispers shall be eaten tomorrow

Twelve prophets have gotten swirlies today

Fish-flavored Tic-Tacs® bring on death’s sweet release

The Northern winds freeze shrews in their cabbage huts

Latin goat-milkers crusade against Turkish wine stewards

Flemish decongestants are the best on the market

This last line is just filler, much like croutons in a hat.

 

The band finishes with a La Parka, Flynn, and Gonzales solo much to the delight of the fans watching the ‘Tron.

 

GOdrea: Thank you all very much, and I turn everything back over to Axis and the Suicide King!

 

The image on the SmarkTron star-wipes away to the Metal logo and the camera on Axis and King fade out to commercial.

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

The Sien's metal-ish theme plays. He struts out with his nose stuck up in the air. He climbs the ring steps and into the rings, puts his hands on his hip and waits for opponent.

 

Craig McLennan Comes out to the song "7 Nation Army" by White Stripes. He walks to the ring, and when he reaches the apron, he climbs onto it, leaps to the top, and backflips into the ring.

 

Axis: Oh, no! Sienkenwicz has just attacked McLennan from behind! The bell hasn't even rung yet!

King: Why wait for the bell?

Axis: I'm not even going to argue with you, this time.

 

McLennan is getting beaten down in the corner, with lefts and rights. Sienkenwicz stops after he believes McLennan is sufficiently incapacitated, and turns around, playing to the crowd, who boo him heavily. He wrinkles his nose in disgust, only to turn around, and find McLennan's arm in his face with a clothesline.

 

Axis: Wow! What a clothesline! He almost came out of his boots!

King: That wasn't fair! The man had his back turned!

Axis: Turnabout is fair play!

King: *grumble*

 

McLennan now picks up Sienkenwicz, and Body Slams him near the corner. He climbs up to the top, and lands a moonsault on his opponent. He Covers him.

 

1...

2...

No!

 

Axis: McLennan got great height on that moonsault! He tried to end it early, but it wasn't enough to put the Sien out.

King: It's WAY too early for that, Sienkenwicz isn't done just yet.

 

McLennan now picks up The Sien again, and Kicks him in the stomach. He runs into the ropes, and while Sienkenwicz is still hunched over, connects with a bulldog, driving his head down into the mat. McLennan quickly jumps onto the top turnbuckle, and unleashes a somersault elbowdrop!

 

Axis: Oh My God! That may be it, right there! What a move!

King: I have to admit, that was pretty impressive, but it's probably a lot more flash than substance.

 

McLennan covers The Sien, looking for the early win once more.

 

1...

2...

No!

Axis: Sien Barely got his shoulder up in time!

King: No, he was just taking a few extra seconds to rest! I've seen this guy in dark matches, he isn't done yet!

 

McLennan picks up Sienkenwicz, and goes for a bodyslam, which Sien drops out the back of. Before McLennan can turn around, The Sien picks him up, and drops him tailbone first onto a knee in an atomic drop.

 

King: I knew it! It was only a matter of time before The Sien took control of this match!

 

SIenkenwicz grabs McLennan by the hair, and sets him up for a snap suplex, which connects with great force. McLennan lies one the mat, while Sienkenwicz unloads some stomps.

 

King: This one is over. How could the booker even put these two in the same match together? McLennan is WAY out of his league!

Axis: That remains to be seen, King.

King: What match have you been watching? This match has been all Sienkenwicz from the beginning!

Axis: Is it even worth debating this point with you?

King: Hey, wait, SIenkenwicz is setting him up for something here...

 

Sienkenwicz sets McLennan up for another suplex, but hold him up in the air for a few seconds extra, just to make McLennan think about it. He comes crashing down to the mat with Sienkenwicz, and lies on the mat, dazed. Sienkenwicz pickas him up by the hair, and now gutwrench suplexes him, nearly driving him through the mat!

 

King: Now THAT was a move.

Axis: That was a move, indeed, King, you've been doing your homework, I see?

King: Shut up.

 

Sienkenwicz now jumps onto the second rope, and bounces off, hitting a legdrop across the throat of McLennan!

 

Axis: Sienkenwicz now taking a break from his Ground attack strategy, and hits the high risk legdrop!

King: It was a damn good legdrop, too!

 

Sienkenwicz goes for the pin.

 

1...

2...

No!

 

King: WHat a crock! That was three and you know it, ref!

Axis: Settle down! The ref's call is final!

King: Bull!

 

Sienkenwicz now Goes for a right hand, but McLennan grabs the hand, and pulls it behind Sien's back in a hammerlock. Sienkenwicz snap mares out of it, and unleashes a big kick that echoes through the arena.

 

Axis: Wow! McLennan's gonna be sore for a week!

King: Forget a week, he'll be sore into the afterlife! WHich might be pretty soon, if this match keeps going the way it is.

 

Sienkenwicz now body slams McLennan to the mat, and begins to climb up to the top.

 

King: Sienkenwicz is a mat wrestler, he'd better be careful up there...

Axis: McLennan is up!

 

Sienkenwicz leaps off the top, and nails McLennan with a missile dropkick!

 

Axis: Oh My God! WHat a move! McLennan may be out!

King: "May" be out? He IS out! He's not moving at all!

 

Sienkenwicz covers him.

 

1...

2...

No!

 

Axis: What a nearfall!

King: Yet another blown call by the ref. Seriously, where did this guy get his license?

Axis: Don't you ever just take the time to watch a good match, instead of complaining?

King: *silence*

 

Sienkenwicz now grabs McLennan's legs, and ties him up in a figure four!

 

King: Look at McLennan screaming in pain! He can't take this much longer!

Axis: Good strategy by Sienkenwicz, take out the high-flyer's legs, and you've taken out 70% of his offense!

 

McLennan fights to get out of the crippling hold, and eventually succeeds in turn over onto his stomach, reversing the pressure.

 

King: Sienkenwicz had no choice but to break the hold.

 

McLennan and Sienkenwicz are both down. Both men get up at roughly the same time, and go for a clothesline, and they both connect.

 

King: Double Clothesline! Both men are down!

 

As the referee counts, both men slowly begin to stir. McLennan reaches his feet first, and pulls Sienkenwicz the rest of the way to his feet. McLennan Slams him down to the mat once more, and runs the other way, bouncing off the ropes, as Sienkenwicz rolls to his back. McLennan jumps over him, and bounces off the other side. Sienkenwicz leapfrogs over him, but McLennan stops just behind Sienkenwicz, who turns around, and is met by a series of chops. McLennan slams Sienkenwicz to the mat again, and executes a near-perfect Standing Shooting Star Press.

 

Axis: What a move by McLennan!

King: He's got to be getting tired by now, though. That's what a high risk offense does to you.

Axis: Oh, be qui... wait... that was actually a good point! King, I'm shocked!

 

McLennan now goes up to the top rope, and waits for Sienkenwicz to get up. When he does, McLennan leaps off, and connects with a Shooting Star Dropkick!

 

Axis: That was incredible! I've never seen a move like that before!

 

McLennan goes for the cover.

 

1...

2...

No!

 

King: Sienkenwicz with the foot on the bottom rope!

Axis: So close to victory, McLennan could taste it!

 

McLennan now signals for the finish. He grabs Sienkenwicz, and puts him down straddling the top rope, back towards the ring. McLennan climbs to the top with Sienkenwicz, and Hurricanranas him back into the ring backwards!

 

Axis: That's the move McLennan calls the Highlight Reel! It could very well be over, now!

King: No way Sienkenwicz is gonna get beat with a move like that, no way!

 

McLennan covers Sienkenwicz.

 

1...

2...

3!!!

 

Axis: It's over! This one is history! What a great match!

King: What a horrible call! Sienkenwicz's shoulder was up before the three! How could he have missed that call!?

Axis: I think you're seeing things, King.

King: I'm seeing a travesty of justice before my very eyes, that's all I'm seeing!

Axis: Whatever. Well, on to our next match.

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

The camera pans across the screaming arena as S. J. L. Metal returns from commercial break. The camera momentarily stops on signs reading "Grappler owns Spike" and "Shawn Tybalt can Bite my Thumb anytime!" before we return to Axis and Suicide King at ring side.

 

Axis: Hullo, everybody and welcome back to S. J. L. Metal! We're getting all set for our second match of the night.

 

King: This is going to be a triple threat matching pitting the new S. J. L. Television champion "The Rebel" Shawn Tybalt against Syndicate and newcomer Dominic Korgath.

 

Axis: Korgath's an intersting fella. He's a big man trained in Japan. A big three hundred and fifty pounder with no remorse about his heavy hitting style. He's sure to give Syndicate and the much smaller Shawn Tybalt a run for their moneys.

 

King: Yeah, he seems to be a great guy. Hopefully, he can break somebody.

 

Axis: You worry me sometimes, King.

 

King: Thanks, Axis. Your namby pamby whining annoys me, so I guess we're even.

 

GONG!

 

GONG!

 

GONG!

 

The lights black out completely.

 

Axis: BAH GAWD! What the hell's happening? First that inferanl gong and now no lights.

 

The lights suddenly blaze back on.

 

King: There's your answer in the ring, King.

 

Dominic Korgath stands in the ring adjusting his mask and waiting for his opponents.

 

Axis: I guess Dominic Korgath knows how to make an impression, King.

 

King: You can say that again, Axis. But if you do I might make an impression on your face.

 

Pyro blasts up in several places on the stage as "Burn by Burn" by Static X cues up on the loud speaker. The crowd goes absolutely crazy as Syndicate emerges through the smoke and sparks from the pyro. He starts down to the ring.

 

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

 

Axis: Syndicate's been on a bit of a losing streak of late after being one of many to drop the Television title. Hopefully, he can pick up a win tonight to get out of his slump.

 

King: And I should care why now?

 

Syndicate slides into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, raising his arms to the cheers of the crowd before hopping down and focusing on the match that will soon start. Korgath walks over to stare down Syndicate through his oni mask.

 

The lights on the entry ramps turn red as a voice is heard.

 

"Peace? I hate the word. As I hate hell, all of these fans. And thee."

 

A black smoke from backstage floods the entry way as "Clint Eastwood" by the Gorillaz cues up. Tybalt emerges with Dangeress only a step behind. He walks to the ring, making various rude gestures to the fans.

 

FUNYON: Being accompanied to the ring by Dangeress, from fair Verona where he sets his scene, weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds, he is "The Rebel", Shawn TYBALT!!!!!

 

He rolls in to the ring, climbs the ropes, then does a "Suck it" crotch chop for each of his opponents. Referee Sexton Hardcastle brings all three of the men to the center of the ring and takes a second to quietly lay out the rules of the match. That done, Hardcastle steps aside, waving his hands for the bell.

 

DING DING DING!

 

Korgath immediately charges forward at his two opponents, sticking both arms out to take both men down with a double clothesline. Shawn Tybalt immediately rolls away, leaving Korgath to stomp a mudhole in to Syndicate. Referee Sexton Hardcastle starts a five count and at four Korgath stops the stomping. Hardcastle moves in to warn Korgath about his behavior but Korgath just ignores him as he lifts Syndicate to his feet.

 

Axis: Korgath blasts his way in to S. J. L. What a great start for this man!

 

King: He's pretty dang impressive. Here's hoping he knocks someone's head off!

 

As Korgath gets Syndicate to his feet he locks him up in a waistlock. Korgath pulls Syndicate in belly to belly, than lifts up. He than drops back down to his back, planting Syndicate hard in to the mat. Korgath backs up and hits the ropes, than spring boards off of them. As he approaches Syndicate he drops down elbow first, driving both of his elbows in to Syndicate.

 

Shawn Tybalt leans on a corner turnbuckle, watching the beat down.

 

Korgath lifts Syndicate to his feet, than locks a headlock on to him from the side. Syndicate struggles as Korgath squeezes with all his might. Syndicate struggles but he can't do anything against the massive strenght of Dominic Korgath. Syndicate starts pummeling Korgath in the back but it doesn't seem to faze the Gaijin monster. Syndicate slowly begins to succumb to the loss of air. With one last burst of momentum, Syndicate tries to escape again. Syndicate hooks a waist lock on to Korgath just barely. With all his might he lifts Korgath in to the air, than dropping back to drive Korgath shoulder first in to the mat. Both men are out in the ring.

 

Shawn Tybalt just smiles and rubs his hands. He climbs up the turnbuckle he's been sitting on, sizing up Korgath in the middle of the ring. Tybalt dives off the turnbuckle, and spins three hundred and sixty degrees, before planting a leg drop across Korgath's chest. Korgath's eyes snap open after the blow and he looks over at Tybalt.

 

King: This could be bad for Tybalt.

 

Korgath struggles up to his feet, than grabs Shawn Tybalt by the throat and starts squeezing. Tybalt struggle to break the hold, but Korgath hoists Tybalt up by his throat. Korgath holds Tybalt in the air for several seconds before slamming him back down and in to the mat.

 

Axis: CHOKESLAM! Korgath is utterly manhandling his opponents here, King!

 

King: Even Syndicate has been brutalized by this big man. Try to say that ten times fast!

 

Korgath drops on to Shawn Tybalt with all his girth for the pin fall, just as Syndicate struggles to his feet. Sexton Hardcastle drops to the mat to count.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

T... NO!

 

Syndicate dives at Korgath, hitting him square in the face with a dropkick. Korgath releases Tybalt just long enough for him to barely push a shoulder up.

 

Shawn Tybalt crawls out of the center of the ring as Syndicate pulls Korgath to his feet. Syndicate knees Korgath's hefty midsection, than locks his arm around the big man's head. Syndicate drops back driving Korgath head first in to the mat with the D. D. T.

 

Axis: Syndicate's fighting to make a comeback in this match tonight. I think Korgath took him off guard, but he's ready for Dominic's stiff style now.

 

King: Korgath will eat Syndicate for breakfast.

 

On the ropes, Shawn Tybalt slowly pulls himself to his feet. He leans against the rope, watching the titans clash.

 

Syndicate grabs Korgath by the mask and pulls the oni-faced monster back to his feet. Syndicate chops Korgath across the chest before hooking a waist lock on. Korgath drives his forehead in to Syndicate's head, quickly breaking the hold. Korgath punches Syndicate than grabs his arm. Korgath twists around, whipping Syndicate to the far rope. Syndicate rebounds off the ropes, and as he approaches the Gaijin monster, Korgath brings his big boot up in to Syndicate's face. Syndicate crashes to the mat.

 

Axis: What a boot!

 

King: Huh? What about what?

 

Axis: No, King. I said "What a boot?" As in a big boot.

 

King: Whatever, Axis. You need to stop being so snippy tonight.

 

In the corner, Shawn Tybalt waves Dangeress over to him. He whispers something in to her ear. Dangeress smiles an evil little grin than heads away.

 

Korgath heads to the turnbuckle facing Tybalt's leaning spot. Korgath looks evilly at Tybalt who is pretending to nurse an injured knee. Korgath sizes up Syndicate in the middle of the ring.

 

Axis: BAH GAWD! That monster is going up high! He's going to kill Syndicate!

 

King: Good. I've wished someone would do have done that months ago!

 

Korgath dives off the top rope aimed square for Syndicate. Tybalt rushes forward and yanks Syndicate from out of under the big man's move. Korgath crashes in to the mat, than lies there momentarily. Tybalt runs to him and tries to roll him over for the pin cover, but Korgath isn't moving. Tybalt shrugs, than hops in to the air, right on to Korgath's back.

 

Syndicate struggles his way to his feet. Tybalt springs off of Korgath's back and hits Syndicate with a missile dropkick. Korgath slowly climbs to his hands and knees as Syndicate stumbles backwards and springs in to the rope. Korgath is pulling himself up as Syndicate rebounds from the ropes. Tybalt drops to the mat, and hooks his feet around one of Syndicate's for the drop toe hold. Syndicate stumbles forward right on to Korgath.

 

Korgath pulls Syndicate's head between his knees, than waist locks him. As Korgath flips Syndicate up and on to his shoulders, Dangeress climbs up on the far turnbuckle. Korgath turns ninety degrees, than drives Syndicate in to the mat. Sexton Hardcastle heads over to Dangeress and begins to try and get her off the apron. Tybalt slides out of the ring and towards the nearby bellkeeper as Korgath covers Syndicate.

 

But the referee is busy with Dangeress. Tybalt grabs the chair the bellkeeper is sitting on, and quickly runs in to the ring with the chair, all behind the referee's vision. Korgath scouts out Tybalt with the chair and climbs off Syndicate to confront him. Tybalt throws the chair at Korgath, but Korgath catches it, though it snaps against his chest. Dangeress drops off of the apron and as she does so, Tybalt drops himself backwards hard on to the mat, where he lies prone. Hardcastle turns at the sound of the chair, and immediately sees Korgath with the chair. Korgath tries to tell Hardcastle it wasn't him, but the referee won't hear it. Hardcastle waves to call for the bell.

 

Axis: I can't believe this!

 

DING DING DING!

 

FUNYON: The winner of this match by disqualification, "The Rebel" Shawn Tybalt.

 

King: BWAHAHAHAHAHA! That was great! Shawn Tybalt is a freakin' genius!

 

Axis: What are you talking about? After barely doing anything Shawn Tybalt tricks the referee in to a DQ victory. It was blatant cheating and horrible sportsmanship.

 

King: I didn't see any of that at all, Axis. I saw a man obviously being attacked by a large man with a chair, much like referee Sexton Hardcastle. Are you sure you're watching the same match, Axis?

 

Axis: AAAAH!!!! Sometimes you drive me nuts, King!

 

King: Only sometimes? I need to try harder.

 

Hardcastle pulls Shawn Tybalt to his feet to raise his hand. Korgath immediately runs forward to take down Tybalt, but the faster man immediately drops to the mat and rolls out. He smiles as he and Dangeress quickly back their way up the ramp as "Clint Eastwood" plays over the loud speaker. Korgath stomps around the ring looking very pissed off.

 

Axis: Shawn Tybalt better pray he never runs in to Korgath again after this, King. That monster will slaughter "The Rebel".

 

King: Come now, Axis. Remember that that's the undefeated Shawn Tybalt you're talking about. Your S. J. L. Television Champion! And anything's possible here in S. J. L. You know that.

 

Axis: Of course, King. Up next we have a match between the team of Leo Breslin & Tim Dillon and Cassius Atkinson & Dan "The Phoenix" Caldwell.

 

King: A bunch of losers in one match?

 

Axis (with a hint of anger in his voice): I guess you could put it that way, King. It's the "Reversal of Fortune" Match. And it's next!

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

(The camera gyrates and revives back to life, revealing the hyper Kansas crowd! The camera slowly pans through all the fans that anxiously wave their signs or do something unique to get their few seconds of fame. But the camera slowly settles right in front of the announcer’s table, revealing the bland Axis and cocky Suicide King).

 

“Welcome back to the one, the only, the exclusive Metal! We have just began our wild show, but the tameness is only going to lower… especially by taking these unlucky competitors, adding them in a random tag match, taking away DQ, count out, and adding falls count anywhere. It’s bound to be insane!” Axis advertises.

 

“How can Tim not be lucky, he’s Irish, isn’t he?” Suicide King jeers with sarcasm.

 

There’s a pause before the slow sound of bagpipes begin to blare. There’s a silent pause before “Barroom Hero” by Dropkick Murphys lyrics kick up.

 

“Face down in the gutter… won’t admit defeat!” Suddenly, green shamrock confetti falls from the rafters, amusing fans of all ages.

 

“Those clothes are soiled and black… he’s a big, strong man with a child’s mind!” Then the green and orange pyros shoot off, and Tim Dillon and Leo Breslin step out on stage. Tim Dillon, the Irishman, stands tall with a rather short “End the Fighting” black and green font t-shirt and the khaki cargoes with shamrocks painted on, and the black Emerica skate shoes. His arms are thrown into the air, pumping the cheers from the fans. Leo Breslin wears long tights with dark colors, shirtless, and he begins to strut down the aisle. The two make an odd, yet appealing team. They start their walk down midway, slapping hands with Leo’s manager, Scarlet Minjonet, who appears a few strides behind.

 

”At a combined weight of 420”–allowing stoners to chuckle-“…TIIMMM DILLOOONN AND LLLEOOOO BRREESSLLIINN!” Funyon announces.

 

The two both glance at each other, and then run down into the ring, sliding in and soaking in the cheers from the crowd. The two get to their feet, milking the cheers by hopping onto separate turnbuckles. The impromptu tag team wanders towards the center of the canvas, realizing neither has to make tags. The camera switches to stare at Scarlet for a few moments at ringside. She gives a confused look to Dillon, who raises both eyebrows and tilts his head. She makes an “Ooohhh” face and nods, the camera switching back to the tag team.

 

“Falls count anywhere, no DQ, this is beautiful!” Axis nearly drools.

 

Red lights suddenly intensely flash around the arena; “Guerilla Radio” kicks up drawing a few cheers, but only from diehard fans. Dan Caldwell walks out, a good few steps ahead of Atkinson. The black robed opponent with the black fighter shorts walks down the aisle. Cassius Atkinson, with his manager Dominator, dressed in the leather boots with flames rushing up, as his tights are similar.

 

“They don’t seem as united as Breslin and Dillon.” Axis points out.

 

“Look at all of them, really, how could they be? They’re like… not united, pseudo Clan members.” Suicide King retorts.

 

The crowd all cheers, but try to figure out what team they like more. The three men stop, glaring at their foes for the night, but also to let Funyon announce their arrival.

 

“Weighing it at 506…. CASSIUS ATKINSON AND DAN “THE PHOENIX” CAAAAALDWEEEEELL!” Funyon hollers, drawing a few more cheers.

 

The two wrestlers pause again. Dan disrobes, also revealing black bag gloves and generic black boots, not to mention the matching black short hair. Caldwell throws a hard punch right to the side of his head and the camera switches to inside the ring where Breslin readily agrees for Tim to take on the other brawler.

 

“Making plans in the ring, and Scarlet seems to have something up her sleeve.” Axis nods, remembering the earlier exchange of looks.

 

The Phoenix and Cassius both sprint to ringside, sliding in and springing up to attack their foes. Tim Dillon takes a lunge towards Phoenix, who sends a punch that sends Dillon reeling back while Atkinson gets clobbered by Leo’s short arm clothesline!

 

“All men in the ring at once, this really ought to be good.” Axis continues to hype.

 

Tim Dillon catches the next punch by Dan, and whips him into the ropes as Breslin does the same but to the opposite ropes to Cassius! The Irishman clobbers Caldwell with three punches, grunting, “This is how you do it.” Followed right up with Leo Breslin grabbing Caldwell’s arm and twisting it into a hammerlock! Tim gets caught off guard with a jab to his gut, giving Caldwell a chance to smash his knee right into Dillon’s face! Tim collapses to the mat, but rolls away and springs right back up. Dan charges at Dillon, who at the last second side steps and grab The Phoenix’s body and tosses him out of the ring! Tim quickly rolls out himself, hoping to teach this “laddie” a lesson.

 

“Pretty early for an outside brawl. But, hey, no complaints. The more Tim gets hurt, the happier I feel inside.” King taunts.

 

“Well, as if this wasn’t going to be an uncoordinated bloody brawl.” Axis replies.

 

Atkinson, the fifty-year-old man who’s had his experience in the ring slowly overpowers Leo from the hammerlock. But Breslin retains the hold as Atkinson arm is still held out and twisted; Leo violently tugs the veteran inward-

 

“Oh, he locks in the front face lock! Even better, Breslin grabs a handful of tights, and violently tosses Cassius over with a snap suplex. Very nice.” Axis goes with running commentary.

 

Tim Dillon sends a few half-hearted kicks to Dan’s ribs, but Caldwell suddenly rolls forwards and hops to his feet. The two get into fighting stances, Tim with his arms hooked upward like he’s going to flex and slowly taunting Dan by moving them up and down, the classic “Fighting Irish.” But Caldwell, who has a generic boxer stance, moves in slowly. Dillon suddenly swoops down, charging and slamming his shoulder into Dan! The measly 190 pound Irishman pushes Caldwell towards the steel steps, but Dan unleashes a nasty elbow shot to the back of the Irishman’s head! Tim’s effort slows down while The Phoenix pumps his arms, smashing fist after fist into Dillon’s back. When Tim goes remotely limp, Dan throws one knee into Dillon’s face. The Irishman reels back, but stumbles back for more, which only gives Caldwell the chance to wrap his massive arms around the scrawny Irishman and lift him up…

 

“Dan heaves him over in a belly-to-belly suplex!” Axis cries out, which Dillon literally soars and slams painfully into the steel steps!

 

The steps dislodge and Dillon is more or less a heap of ex-Irishman, while Dan contently slides back into the ring.

 

“That’s got to be an ego buster for Tim.” King points out. Even Axis nods in agreement.

 

Meanwhile, Leo slams his foe down in the ring with a picture perfect spinebuster! Breslin hops up staring at Cassius, but the corner of his eye sees a flying fist. Dan Caldwell’s punch connects perfectly with Breslin’s head, causing him to stumble while Dan continues to move in for the kill. He charges right at Leo, grabbing him while swooped down, then exploding into the air! The two drive into the canvas, Dan subliminally showing Leo Breslin how a real spinebuster is done! Caldwell hooks the leg of the dazed Leo!

 

ONE! The camera sees Dillon grab his back and slowly flops over… slowly pulling out a silver flask and taking a swig from the inevitable whiskey filled flask.

 

TWO! Before Matthew Kivell’s hand even reaches back into the air, Tim Dillon slides into the ring, charging!

 

Right as Matthew’s hand raises, Tim leaps and drives his elbow right into the side of Caldwell’s head, shaking the very foundation of Dan. The pissed off Irishman grabs a handful of Caldwell’s hair, painfully tugging him up. Tim takes a brief moment to shake his head, letting his shaggy blonde hair get out of his intense green eyes-

 

“Tim gives a hard shove… what is this? Seventh grade fight? What’s next? Slapping?” King continues to insult.

 

“Hey now, they can slap pretty damn hard.” Axis counters for Tim.

 

Tim Dillon gives four right punches that sends Dan into the turnbuckle. The fans all see what’s coming, as Tim grabs the chin of Caldwell and draws back his fist. With another vicious punch, which sends a violent echo across the arena walls. The Dominator, afraid of seeing Cassius lose, hops onto the apron and sends a slap right to Tim’s ear! Dillon’s ears ring and he suddenly whips around, his wild left punch barely missing Dominic Cassius. Dillon screams trash at the other half of his opponent’s tag team while Dominic nods that he does want to fight. Tim pauses to send a wicked knife-edge slap but before he can go after Dominic, Scarlet is confronting Dominic.

 

“Jesus, this is anarchy.”

 

But Dillon ignores the recent incidents, hopping onto the second rope and he pumps his right fist into the air-

 

Then slams it down, getting an “Oi!” from the crowd!

 

“The Irish Fury!” Axis marks out.

 

Another brutal punch, “OI!”

 

WHAP! “OI!” WHAP! “OI! WHAP WHAP WHAP! “OI! OI! OI!” There’s a pause, and as Tim rises his aching right fist Dan Caldwell wraps his arms around Tim’s waist! He then drops forwards, sending the two smashing the canvas! But Dillon doesn’t let a reversal happen so easily, Tim’s legs wrap around Dan’s waist- ignoring the snickering perverts in the audience- as Dan is on top of Tim.

 

“Leg muscles are generally much stronger.” Axis insightfully notes.

 

Dillon slowly grabs Dan’s head with a headlock, creating quite a mess for Caldwell! There are a few cheers, a few jeer as the submission in locked in! But across the ring Cassius ducks under a clothesline, kicks Leo in the gut-

 

“Grabs both arms, jumps and nails a vicious double arm DDT! Man, that was brutal!” Axis comments.

 

Meanwhile, Caldwell throws a variety of punches to Tim’s ribs or any open area. But the Fighting Irish are exactly that, Fighting Irish, so Dillon doesn’t relent at all.

 

“Probably payback from the wild, vicious, brutal, and painful belly-to-belly that could of put Tim out of retirement. Thank God for whiskey.” Axis comments.

 

“Without booze, the Irish race would be long wiped out.” King snickers.

 

But as Dillon lefts up his head he sees Breslin being pinned. The paranoid Dillon lets go of the lock, ready to scramble over, but instead gets bombarded by obscenely hard punches to his face from Dan!

 

Across the ring the count starts,

 

“ONE!” Diehard fans cheer.

 

“TWO!” “This could be quite the short one.” Axis comments rather sadly.

 

“THREE!” But the fans are wrong, considering Leo’s leg is slung over the bottom rope.

 

Right as Dan easies up, he suddenly looks at Dillon- whose nose has crimson blood slowly flowing out of his nostrils. Tim’s left hand touches the warm blood and without even a second passing his right hand wallops Caldwell’s chin! Tim viciously spasms his way out of the hold, and he gets to his feet before Caldwell can. The Irishman peels his shirt off, getting catcalls from the ladies like he was in a New Jersey bar, and quickly taunts Dan to get up.

 

“Uh-oh.” Is all Axis can say.

 

But while Leo and Cassius grapple, Tim Dillon sends a wicked right punch to Dan! He hits another right, a left, he charges and leaps forwards with a heavy dropkick to The Phoenix’s chest! Dan Caldwell flies over the ropes, landing on the outside, a crippled heap at the moment. Tim Dillon bounces into the ropes and he charges at Dan, as he approaches the ropes he leaps into the air over the ropes while flipping his body weight forward hitting a makeshift Swanton plancha! Dillon connects on the already hurt Dan, and the two groan in pain. But as Tim gets to his knees, Caldwell (no stranger to pain at all) slowly grabs the steel barricade to pull himself up. Dillon snickers as he sends both fists into each side of Dragon’s head, causing Dan’s vision to blur and head to ring. Tim grabs the guardrail, slapping a fans hand as he suddenly wipes the freely flowing blood onto his knuckles. He then waits but screams, “Get up lad, is that all ya’ got!” Caldwell gets to his knees, which is enough for Tim. Dillon draws back his fist and like a rocket lets it fly! Dan’s face is simply smashed and marked with Tim’s blood, as Caldwell just crumbles back down.

 

“HOLY…!” Is all King can say to the amazing punch.

 

“Middle school fight, eh?” Axis counters.

 

Meanwhile in the ring, Cassius Atkinson sticks Leo Breslin in a headlock. Breslin wraps one arm around Cassius waist and sends a palm strike to his gut, causing Atkinson to flinch. This is all the time Leo needs to toss his foe over in a makeshift Northern Lights, and he makes the bridge for the pin!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

TH- NO! “Shoulder up by Cassius!” King cries out.

 

Breslin is somewhat sluggish as he gets to his feet, pulling Atkinson up with him. Atkinson seems to explode up as his arms push Breslin’s away. He is quick to get a few stinging shots to Breslin before delivering a rather vicious boot to the gut. Breslin doubles over and his head is placed between Atkinson’s legs. Within a few seconds, Atkinson is able to lift Breslin up onto his shoulders. Atkinson turns and faces the ropes, then…

 

“GOD IN HEAVEN!” Axis screams, watching as Breslin is slammed all the way to the hard mat outside the ring.

 

Breslin splats onto the ground and remains there, motionless. Atkinson looks down at him and seems proud of his work. Scarlet rushes over from the side and tends to Breslin as Atkinson turns around and looks over to see Tim Dillon still taunting the fallen Dan Caldwell. Dan’s face is now tainted with blood thanks to the furious fists of the Irishman. Atkinson immediately heads to the outside of the ring.

 

“Dillon better be careful,” comments King. “I don’t think he realizes what’s happened to his partner. I think this may turn into a handicap match for a while, or at least until Breslin can get up and function.”

 

As Cassius steps between the ropes and onto the apron, he turns to his son and yells something inaudible at him. Dominator immediately heads to the other side of the ring, far away from the action. Atkinson is behind Dillon now, and doesn’t worry much about form or finesse as he clobbers Dillon in the back with a double axhandle. Dillon is not turned around, but rather pulled down until Cassius is able to get his arm over his face. Atkinson falls to the ground and scored with a reverse DDT. Caldwell is allowed to recover for a bit as Atkinson stomps the fallen Dillon.

 

“This is a bad turn of events for the team of Breslin and Dillon,” Axis says.

 

“And now Atkinson is pulling Dillon up and sliding him back into the ring. What fun is there in the ring?” King asks.

 

Atkinson slides in next, followed by a much slower Caldwell. Caldwell takes charge of the stomping now. Atkinson turns and looks down at his son. He nods, and bends over, sticking his hand under the apron. Emerging from underneath the ring is a crude wooden handle which is connected to a long barbwire chain.

 

“And just went you thought that a power bomb to the outside was enough…” Axis says in disgust.

 

“Well I guess we know what fun there is in the ring now, huh?!” King shouts.

 

Dominator slides into the ring, whip in tow. His father wears a grin as he is handed the weapon. Dillon is defenseless, lying exposed in the middle of the ring. He is in a world of hurt as above him, Cassius raises the whip over him. He is ready to strike it down when Caldwell steps in front of him and begins speaking to him.

 

“I think Caldwell wants to do this…” Axis comments.

 

“Someone do it already!” King exclaims.

 

Atkinson is somewhat reluctant, but the gleam in Caldwell’s eyes and the blood on his face is more than enough to prove how much he wants this. Caldwell and Atkinson exchange positions. Father and son are now at Dillon’s head and feet. Caldwell holds the whip behind him, high in the air.

 

THWACK!

 

The crowd explodes as Scarlet Minjonet nails Dominator in the back with a steel chair. He falls forward.

 

“NO!” King screams. He watches as Caldwell lets the whip go, not having enough time to stop. Dominator lies on top of Dillon and takes the painful barbwire whip to his exposed back. Caldwell realizes his mistake and pulls the whip back immediately, tearing off some skin and doing some more damage. Showing no concern for Scarlet, Atkinson heads over to Caldwell and shoves him violently into the ropes.

 

“Scarlet has done it again! She took care of the outside interference, and is has sent this crowd into an uproar and this match into a complete and utter mess of confusion and blood!” screams Axis.

 

“That was completely unprovoked…” King utters.

 

“Well, Breslin was still out, Dillon was practically being triple-teamed… and Dominator already reared his head in this match earlier. Scarlet and Dominator even had a small confrontation earlier. I think Scarlet just made it clear for him to stay out of the way,” responds a defending Axis.

 

Dillon is able to get up once a screaming Dominator rolls off him and to an empty area of the ring. Meanwhile, Atkinson is still in Caldwell’s face. He pulls his fist back and lets it fly, nailing Caldwell in the face and knocking him out of the ring. A fuming Cassius turns around and greets a leaping Dillon, who manages to get his legs around Atkinson’s neck and flip him over with a smooth hurricanrana.

 

“Dillon finds himself on top of Caldwell,” comments an eager Axis. “ONE… TWO… TH--Atkinson gets out of that!”

 

“Can you believe these guys? This is actually rather entertaining,” says a bewildered King.

 

Pulling up the fallen Atkinson, Dillon places his head between his legs. Bending over and hooking his arms around Atkinson’s legs, Dillon looks to be going for a piledriver but is cut short when Caldwell enters the ring. Dillon lets the still-recovering Atkinson fall to his knees and rushes towards Caldwell. But Caldwell is able to stop himself and get in the position necessary to catch Dillon around the waist and flip him over with a belly-to-belly suplex.

 

“Beautifully done by Caldwell” Axis yells as Caldwell moves to a corner of the ring and watches as Dillon slowly gets up.

 

“Caldwell is stalking now. Looks like he’s going to go for that running spine buster of his,” predicts King. “This man has one bad-ass spine buster.”

 

Dillon is just getting to his feet as Caldwell explodes forward… then falls flat on his face, splattering some blood onto the mat.

 

“Breslin trips Caldwell from the outside!” screams Axis. “Leo is back in this thing!”

 

Leo slides into the ring and immediately runs to Atkinson, who is back to his feet. Cassius is taken down with a brutal clothesline. Turning around, Leo rushes towards Caldwell, who is getting up in the corner. When Caldwell reaches his feet, he is crushed into the corner as Leo leaps up and drives him into it. Leo backs up and turns once more. He locks eyes with Dillon and nods. Dillon nods back, and the two men separate, Leo returning to Caldwell as Dillon moves towards Atkinson, catching him before he gets to his feet.

 

“Leo and Tim and working like a well-oiled machine here, and it’s paying off immensely,” comments Axis.

 

“Yeah, but one of them is drunk and the other one is a loser. Put them together, and you’ve got George W. in his earlier years. You just can’t beat that,” King finishes his attempt at humor.

 

Leo pulls Caldwell out of the corner and whips him against the ropes. Moving himself to the opposite set of ropes, Leo waits for Caldwell, then bends over and tosses Caldwell to the outside with ease. Caldwell falls haphazardly onto the mat and lies there in pain as Breslin takes his time in following him. Meanwhile, Dillon takes a hold of Atkinson’s head and pulls him to the center of the ring. From here, Dillon stands him up. A groggy Atkinson is an easy target for the fists of Dillon. One heads into Atkinson’s jaw as another zooms into his gut, forcing Atkinson to double over. Dillon rushes past the side of Atkinson and into the ropes behind him. Bouncing back with great velocity, Dillon is sure to grab Atkinson’s head and pull him down with a quick and strong bulldog.

 

“Only know is Dominator headed to the back to fix himself…” notices Axis. “That back doesn’t look too good.”

 

“Well maybe it would look better if that wench didn’t inject herself,” says King.

 

Dillon gets up and pulls Atkinson to his feet with him. Within seconds, Dillon hits a quick even flow DDT. He gets up and takes his time. As he begins an Irish jig in the middle of the ring to liven up the crowd, Leo Breslin approaches Dan Caldwell on the outside of the ring. Leo stands over Caldwell, who is now on his knees. But it only takes a split second for Caldwell to turn the tables. He lifts his arm between Breslin’s leg, delivering a low blow that stops Breslin dead in his tracks.

 

“OH! That had to hurt!” exclaims King.

 

Caldwell gets to his feet and pulls the doubled-over Breslin into an erect state. Caldwell bends down a bit to hook one of Breslin’s legs, then hooks his two arms behind him and flips Breslin over with a leg-capture suplex. Breslin lands hard and awkwardly, and ends up practically motionless as Caldwell gets up and immediately heads towards the turnbuckle that Tim Dillon is eagerly climbing.

 

“It looks like Dillon is done with his little dance, and not a moment to soon,” says King as Caldwell jumps onto the apron and shoves Dillon sideways, knocking him off the top turnbuckle and all the way to the outside.

 

“And now Caldwell is chasing after Dillon. He’s got him… sets in a few stomps for good measure… and lifts him up,” Axis observes.

 

Atkinson, back to his feet, notices that Caldwell has Dillon. He turns to find Leo still on the ground, just now starting to wake. Practically leaping to the outside, Atkinson pulls Breslin up and slides him into the ring. On the other side, Caldwell does the same to Dillon.

 

“All four men are back in the ring now, though Atkinson and Cassius are the only ones on their feet. Breslin is definitely out of it,” Axis says, setting the scene.

 

Dillon is pulled to his feet by Caldwell. Atkinson looks at Caldwell and sees something in his eyes. He then proceeds to head to the apron and begin climbing the turnbuckles. He waits as Atkinson prepares for his Tiger Bomb.

 

“This is the end for Breslin and Dillon. They walk in as a drunk and a loser, and they’ll walk out as… a drunken loser and a loser,” King says.

 

“That really didn’t make any sense,” Axis says as he sighs. “But Caldwell is about to pull off that Tiger Bomb and… and Dillon has managed to pull himself free! He nails Caldwell with a jab right to the nose!”

 

“Get down, At--NO!” King exclaims. “Breslin just pushed the ref into the ropes! Atkinson just lost his marbles on the top turnbuckle!”

 

Within seconds, a recovered but possum-playing Breslin is in the corner, pulling Atkinson down and forward until just his shins are on the top ropes. Breslin turns around and sees Dillon grabbing a handful of Caldwell’s pants. Dillon isn’t able to get Caldwell all the way up for his Blood and Whiskey, but it’s enough. He drops Caldwell onto his back and neck with great impact. At just about the same moment, Breslin falls down and brings Cassius with him, driving his head into the mat with his Landslide maneuver.

 

“Double the impact, double the pain!” yells an exuberant Axis. “Double the cheers from this crowd in Kansas!”

 

“This is all going downhill!” King let out his frustration.

 

“And double the pins! Dillon is on Caldwell, and Leo has pinned Cassius. ONE… TWO… THREE! YES!” Axis continues showing his satisfaction as Leo and Dillon rise to their feet.

 

“The winners of this match… LEO BRESLIN AND TIM DILLON!” Funyon announces, bringing the crowd to an even louder level.

 

Caldwell and Atkinson each roll out of the ring. Caldwell heads out of the arena as quickly as possible. Atkinson is a bit slower and more sluggish, but eventually makes it. In the meantime, Scarlet slides into the ring and moves towards Leo, giving him a hug. She turns around and sees a tired but excited Tim Dillon standing before him. Dillon suddenly shines up and comes to life, holding his hand up high. Scarlet slaps it with a high five, and watches Dillon as he breaks into another Irish jig. “Barroom Hero” blares over the loudspeakers again. Dillon stops his jig to extend his hand to Breslin, who gladly accepts it in a sign of respect and gratitude. Dillon holds onto Breslin’s hand and seems to be pleading to him.

 

“I don’t know what this is all about, but…” Axis pauses. “Dillon just pulled his flask from his pocket! He takes a swig… and offers it to Breslin!”

 

“And Breslin takes it!” King joins in.

 

Scarlet is the last to take the flask. After she does, Dillon backs up a few feet and does a little Irish jig. Breslin and Scarlet join in, evoking a deafening cheer from the Kansas crowd.

 

“Leo and Scarlet are naturals! This is great!” Axis exclaims.

 

“Now they’re going to be a bunch of drunk winners. There’s no better feeling…” King remembers.

 

“Well that was one hell of a match and a great continuation of an already good show! We’ll be right back with some more action, including a match destined to be remembered, Charlie Matthews and Spike Jenkins for the World Title!” Axis says this as the scene fades out from the threesome continuing their celebration to commercials.

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

BOOM!

 

BOOM!

 

BOOM!

 

The ominous, fear-enticing steel structure to the right of the entrance ramp completely explodes in pyro, completely lighting up the one half of the Kansas Coliseum, as the entire audience files back to their seats from their various activities during the break. Echoing out over the airwaves, Axis and the Suicide King give their usual synopsis of the night's activities so far. Also as usual, Axis sounds extremely exited about the 'future of the SWF', while the Suicide King gives his usual sarcastic comments.

 

"This has already been an eventful night, and next up on the card is a certain contender for the match of the night!" Axis continues. "Well, it will certainly be better than what we have seen already…" King replies. "Well in any case, the next match will be the Lion's Den Match, featuring the "Canadian Thunder" Chris Trepanier taking on Scott Solomon." Axis informs. "The winner of this match will be crowned the number one contender to the SJL European Championship." King adds on. "If in the Main Event Charlie Mathews beats Spike Jenkens for the SJL Championship, The winner of this match will become the new SJL European Champion!" Axis completes.

 

Just as the two commentators finish their announcements, "My Way" by Limp Bizkit sounds out across the Sound System, bringing the crowds to their feet in slight cheers. Almost exploding out from the back, Scott Solomon storms out with a purpose, wasting absolutely no time whatsoever in making his way to the large cage next to the ring. Taking only a few moments to glare up at the ominous structure, still smoking from the tremendous explosions of pyrotechnics, Solomon enters the octagonal 'ring' area, and begins to pace around the perimeter of the cage like an animal marking his territory.

 

"Ladies and Gentlemen…" Funyon echoes out from the inside of the ring. "The following match is a Lion's Den Match, to determine the number one contender for the SJL European Championship! Introducing first, from East St. Louis, IL… standing at Six feet five inches and weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds… he is Scott Solomon!"

 

"Solomon looks really intense in that Cage… he doesn't want to waste any time getting this match underway…" Axis reports to the audience watching at home. "Good… I want to get this blood bath underway quickly…" King states.

 

After a few minutes, Solomon finally stops pacing around the perimeter of the cage, and comes to rest on the side of the cage directly adjacent to the door as "Canadian Thunder" by Defused begins to play, bringing on waves of boos from the crowd. After a few seconds, Chris Trepanier appears atop the stage, glaring down into the cage, where Scott Solomon stands in waiting for the beginning of this undoubtedly violent match.

 

"Now coming to the ring… from Grand Rapids, Manitoba, Canada… standing at six feet eight inches, and standing at two hundred and seventy two pounds. He is the "Canadian Thunder" Chris Trepanier!" Funyon announces.

 

Arrogantly, Chris waves off the booing fans at ringside, as he makes his way to the Heart of the Lion's Den. Cautiously, Trepanier steps through the open door of the massive structure, to come face-to-face with his opponent, Scott Solomon. Once inside the cage, the referee hastily closes and latches the cage door, never to be opened until the end of the match. Slowly, Trepanier and Solomon begin to eye one another in an attempt to entice the other to begin first.

 

"This is going to be one hell of a battle between these two Technical wrestlers." Axis says. "Battle… or Brawl? With all those weapons up there… I'll bet one of these two will be bleeding within 2 minutes." King predicts. "No doubt." Axis agrees.

 

Finally, at the three ring sound of the bell, both Trepanier and Solomon race into the middle and begin to exchange blows, while the referee watches on outside the cage. After both men exchange five blows, Solomon fires a quick, but stinging knee into the gut of Trepanier, and lifts him up into a quick sidewalk slam, getting a decent crowd reaction in the process. Not wasting any time, Solomon attempts to lock on an STF onto his opponent, but Trepanier fires two quick punches into the head of Solomon, stopping any attempt at a move.

 

"Trepanier dodged a bullet there… Solomon was going for an STF." Axis reports. "Pfft… Trepanier is too smart to be locked into a submission this early in the match." King replies.

 

In the cage, Solomon quickly regains the advantage in the match, drooping two hard knees into the side of Trepanier, causing him to be knocked back down to the mat from his knees. Solomon hastily lifts Trepanier up to his feet using his head and mask. As soon as they are on their feet, Trepanier begins to try to get out of the hold by firing stinging fists into the chest of Solomon, but intelligently, Scott holds on to Trepanier, and quickly locks him up in a standing arm bar.

 

"Intense action early in the match… it seems like Solomon is wasting no time in getting the advantage on this slightly bigger opponent." Axis remarks. "Trepanier is merely waiting for his time to dismantle Solomon." King replies, with a slight anger in his tone.

 

Chris quickly falls down to the floor in an attempt to break the hold that Solomon has on him, although Scott keeps his firm grasp on Trepanier's arm. Once on the floor, Chris fires two hard elbows into the face of Solomon, causing him to break the hold on Chris' arm and grab his nose in pain. Once Scott removes his arm, a small gash can be seen on his nose.

 

"Oh… look at that… Scott is already bleeding in this match!" King reports. "Pfft… it’s not that bad… only a small cut on his nose." Axis replies. "Yeah… but it's still kind of funny." King says back.

 

Quickly, Trepanier jumps up to his feet with awesome agility. Once on his feet, Chris grabs the head of his opponent, and begins to ram it into the cold steel side of the Lion's Den cage, in an attempt to open the cut further, or even open up a new cut to exploit. Three hard shots from the cage are enough to open up a new cut on the forehead of Scott Solomon, this one much deeper than the other one.

 

"Trepanier is really taking it to Scott Solomon!" Axis shouts out. "Payback is tough…" King replies, using all of his strength to not utter the more profane statement.

 

After two more hard shots against the cold steel, Trepanier brings his opponent back into the middle of the ring and performs a Fisherman's Suplex, obviously not holding his opponent for the pin. On the floor, Trepanier wastes no time dropping down next to his opponent and locking him up in a leg-lock. Using his free leg, Solomon wildly swings at Trepanier, trying to break the hold, as he clutches the side of the cage with his hands, trying to pull himself up and out of danger.

 

"Trepanier is already going to work on the legs of Scott Solomon… trying to get him ready for the devastating Trepanier lock." Axis reports. "That's why Chris is so good… he knows how to win matches." King states.

 

Finally, Solomon has pulled himself up enough so that Trepanier has no other choice than to give up the lock. Almost instantaneously, both men reach their feet, and merely stare at one another, seemingly re-thinking their plans of action while the crowd explodes in cheers of appreciation for a good scuffle. Using the tape on his hands, Scott wipes away the slight trickle of blood coming down from the cut on his forehead. Once again, Solomon and Trepanier come together in the middle of the cage, but this time it is Trepanier who gets the advantage, connecting with the quick but effective "Triple Entente" (Signature Move: Two hard chest kicks followed by a Roundhouse kick to the head) knocking Solomon back down on the mat.

 

"Triple Entente! Trepanier isn't going to let Solomon get the advantage this time!" King reports.

 

While Solomon is clutching his head in pain, Trepanier lifts his opponent up to his feet, using the long black hair of the Arsenal. Once on his feet, Trepanier Quickly locks his opponent into a standing headlock. Cranking down on the back of Solomon's neck, Trepanier keeps the hold for about ten seconds, before turning it into a swinging DDT, taking Scott to the floor viciously. On the floor, Scott quickly finds himself locked up in yet another Leg Lock, but this time Scott is nowhere near the side of the cage. His only option is to desperately try to hit the Canadian Thunder with either his free hands, or his one free leg.

 

"Trepanier has Solomon back into the Leg Lock!" Axis states. "Chris is relentless in his assault on Scott!" King adds in.

 

Finally, after what seems like forever to Scott, his free leg connects with the back of Trepanier twice, breaking the ferocious leg lock that Chris has on him. Definitely feeling the affects of the Leg Lock, Solomon crawls up to his feet at about the same time his opponent Trepanier reaches his feet. Both men begin to move in again, but this time Solomon takes the advantage with a hard kick to the gut, followed by a tremendous Stalling Brain buster, stopping any offense that Trepanier was planning on doing.

 

"What impact from that Brain buster!" Axis states. "Well that sure stopped any offense that Trepanier was doing…" King replies.

 

Solomon quickly lifts Trepanier up to his feet, and just like Chris did to him, Scott shoves Trepanier's face deep into the cage, and begins to rub it against the side viciously.

 

"I don't know how effective that will be, since most of the force is being taken by that Mask that Trepanier is wearing…" Axis reports.

 

Solomon stops grinding Trepanier's mask on the cage, but doesn’t stop his assault on the Canadian Thunder. Scott pulls Chris out from the cage, but quickly connects with a hard Full Nelson Suplex causing Trepanier to hit hard on the floor around the neck arena. As a kind of Payback, Scott Solomon quickly locks the Canadian Thunder up in a Vicious Achilles Tendon hold. Trying to hold back the pain, Trepanier furiously grabs for his locked up leg, trying to end the move.

 

"Trepanier is in real trouble here in this Achilles Tendon lock… this is one painful maneuver." Axis reports. "Bah… Chris'll get out of this easily. Just watch." King states.

 

Just as King says that, using his free leg Chris kicks Solomon in his exposed side twice causing Scott to break the hold he has on Trepanier's leg. Slowly, Scott rises up to his feet, while his opponent Trepanier struggles to do so. Helping Trepanier the rest of the way up, Scott grabs on to his head and yanks him up to his feet. At that point. Solomon turns his opponent around, and locks on to Trepanier's back in a German Suplex position. Quickly, Scott lifts the Canadian Thunder into the air, and slams him down onto his back with a German Suplex, getting the crowd back into the action with cheers going along with each suplex that Solomon performs.

 

"TWO!!!" The entire crowd echoes out as Solomon performs one more suplex on his opponent.

 

"THREE!!!"

 

 

"FOUR!!!!"

 

After the fourth Suplex, Solomon again lifts Trepanier up into a fifth one, but instead of landing a regular suplex, Solomon releases the hold he has on Trep's chest in midair, causing him to violently hit the side of the cage and come crashing down upon the floor.

 

"Release German Suplex right into the side of the cage! Trepanier has to be really hurt right now!" Axis bellows out.

 

Slowly, Trepanier begins to climb to his feet, clutching his back in pain from the incredible impact of the German Suplex against the side of the cage. Solomon brings Chris all the ay up to his feet, and in a surprise, picks Chris up onto his shoulders, getting him set-up for the Blaster!

 

"Solomon has Trepanier set up!" Axis booms out. "No he doesn't! Trepanier will get out of this and put that little punk away!" King argues with a slight hint of fear in his voice.

 

Chris Trepanier sits precariously perched on the shoulders of Scott Solomon, tremendously exhausted. With the overwhelming cheers of the exited crowd boosting his adrenaline, Solomon lifts Chris into the air, and performs the "Blaster" (Finisher- Powerbomb into face buster) planting Trepanier into the mat with devastating impact

 

"Blaster! He got it off! Trepanier is done for!" Axis screams out in excitement.

 

Slightly convulsing, Trepanier lays on the floor of the Lion's Den Cage, while beside him, Scott Solomon slowly gets up to his feet. Thinking for a minute, Solomon glares down at his beaten opponent with glee, as he watches the Canadian Thunder desperately gasp for deep breaths of air, while clutching his back in extreme pain. Not content with finishing the match at this point, Solomon slowly turns himself towards the cage. With a large smile beginning to appear across the bloody face of the Arsenal, Solomon glares up to the top of the cage.

 

"Oh no… what is he planning on doing…" Axis stammers cautiously. "What a moron! He should just finish the match off right now!" King states angrily.

 

Making up his sadistic mind, Solomon carefully begins to ascend the side of the steel cage, cautiously looking down at his opponent to make sure he's down. Step by Step, the anticipation of the crowd begins to reach a climax, as Solomon climbs up the sides of the rickety old cage. Finally reaching his destination at the top of the cage, Scott turns himself around to face his downed opponent, who is still sprawled out in the middle of the ring.

 

"He's at the top of the cage! The only way to go from here is down!" Axis yells excitedly. "C'mon Chris! Move! Move for the love of God!" King screams out.

 

Glaring out at the booming audience, Scott Solomon seems to gain strength from the echoing cheers of the Kansas crowd. After what seems like an eternity, Solomon lets go of the top of the cage, and immediately twists himself into a Shooting Star Press! Falling to the floor, Solomon has his crosshairs directly on his target, the "Canadian Thunder" Chris Trepanier. Mere inches from the floor though, Trepanier suddenly pulls both of his legs in towards his chest, causing Solomon to hit the rock hard bone of the two massive legs of Trepanier, instead of the soft stomach of the Canadian Thunder. In extreme pain, Solomon rolls over onto the floor of the cage, violently screaming while clutching his chest in pain. Just as quickly as they got into it, the crowd quickly dies down with an overwhelming groan of pain and disapproval.

 

"Trepanier blocks the attempted Shooting Star Press!!" King screams excitedly. "That was amazing!" King finishes. "Solomon hit only bone on his way down… that has got to take the wind out of him… not to mention hurt like hell." Axis reports, calmly.

 

With the referee slowly scouring the edge of the cage, Solomon and Trepanier slowly begin to attempt to reach their feet. With an extremely painful look in his eyes, Trepanier grabs desperately onto the cage, in an attempt to give himself some leverage. Using the cage to it's full advantage, Trepanier finally gets up to his feet, while across the small Lion's Den, Solomon is still struggling to get to his knees. Taking full advantage of the situation, Chris slowly stumbles over to his opponent and lifts him the rest of the way up to his feet, using the long black hair atop his head to lift him up to a vertical base.

 

"Both men are up to their feet… whether they like it or not it seems in Solomon's case…" Axis states. "Okay Chris… time to put this dork away for good." King states.

 

Just as the Suicide King anticipated, Chris Trepanier slowly lifts his opponent up into position, and wasting no time, brings his opponent down viciously with the "Lightning Strike" (Finisher: Vertebreaker) to the echoing boos from every single audience member in attendance.

 

"LIGHTNING STRIKE!" King screams out at the top of his lungs. "Now if I'm correct, this should set up to the…" Axis starts, but King quickly cuts him off excitedly. "The end of Solomon's Hopes of EVER gaining the European Championship!"

 

As quickly as he can in his exhausted state, Chris Trepanier brings the totally limp leg of the Arsenal, and locks in the "Storm Front" - (Finisher: Single Leg Walls of Jericho) Bringing out an echoing, blood curdling scream from Scott Solomon. Desperately, Scott tries to reach for a weapon to get out of the excruciating hold, but with nowhere to go, and nothing to grab on to, Scott can do nothing but…

 

"HE TAPS!!!! HE TAPS!!!! HE TAPS!!!!!!" King screams out at the top of his lungs, as the referee signals for the bell, ending the bloodbath that was this match. As soon as the bell has rung, Chris Trepanier immediately breaks the hold, and can do nothing but fall over onto the floor of the Lion's Den, as swarms of medical officials pour into the cage to attend to the two competitors.

 

"The winner of this bout, and Number one Contender to the European Championship… the "Canadian Thunder" Chris TREPANIER!!!" Funyon explodes, as some of the audience begins to file out of their seats to go to the bathroom and what not.

 

"My god… what a brutal match we have just witnessed…" Axis stammers "and of course, the best man won the match!" King states, exitedly. "Now, if Charlie Mathews can defeat "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins in the Main Event, Chris Trepanier will become the NEW European Champion!" King states.

 

With the help of SJL officials, Chris Trepanier gets up to his feet and triumphantly walks out of the arena, knowing full well that he could become the new European Champion before the night is over.

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

Fade in from commercials.

 

Axis: "This next contest promises to be a good one, King. English Dragon and John Duran will be stepping toe-to-toe in the next contest."

 

King: "English Dragon is on the rise, Axis. I'm beginning to take a shining to him. Sure, he hates America, and it's not very bad. Nevertheless, let's face it; most of America is just complete scum! Bravo, Dragon! Keep on doing what you're doing!"

 

Axis: "Any time you want to finish up sticking your nose up English Dragon--"

 

King: "Excuse me? I'm the SWF Commissioner, I don't need to be brown-nosing, I did enough of that to get where I am right now! I'm just recognizing talent, something which you lost a long time ago, shed boy."

 

Axis: "Alright, that's enough of that."

 

Funyon is in the ring, ready to give out the introductions.

 

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

 

"Land of Hope and Glory" plays over the loudspeakers as the crowd begins to boo. English Dragon makes his entrance, wearing his red and white mask with dragon horns.

 

Funyon: "Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-three pounds from London, England...ENGLISH DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGON!"

 

English Dragon begins his walk down to the ring, slowly moving down towards the squared circle, confident. Dragon steps up the ring steps and onto the ring apron, wiping his feet on the apron and generating some jeering from the crowd before stepping into the ring.

 

"Sinner" by Drowning Pool blares, and the crowd immediately begins to boo. John Duran does not deny the crowd of his presence for long, quickly stepping through the curtain.

 

Funyon: "And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds, from Champaign, Illinois...JOHN DURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

 

Duran does not seem to want to have anything to do with the crowd as he quickly storms down the ramp, a very unsavory look on his face as he approaches the ring. Duran immediately gets up onto the apron, going to slide through the top and middle ropes to enter the ring, but English Dragon suddenly runs over and sneak attacks "The Sinner." The attack catches John off guard and the ref as well as Ced Ordonez tries to get English off Duran and then remembers to call for the bell.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Axis: "English Dragon has wasted no time in getting this match started, taking a page out of Duran's playbook by attacking him before the match has even started!"

 

Dragon begins to bring down clubbing right hands on the back of Duran, finally getting his opponent in the ring, nailing him with a couple of more right hands before grabbing the right arm of "The Sinner" and whipping him into the ropes. English moves slightly to the middle of the ring as John rebounds off the ropes. Dragon leaps up, extending his legs and planting both of his boots right into Duran's face, sending his opponent down to the mat.

 

John quickly gets back to his feet, and Dragon hops up to his feet. Duran attempts to execute some offense on Dragon, but Dragon senses this attempt, doing a three hundred and sixty degree spin, bringing his leg up and eventually slamming it into the side of John's head, sending "The Sinner" down to the mat as Dragon actually begins to get a positive response from the crowd.

 

Axis: "Dragon off to an early start, using those legs that are very experienced and skilled."

 

King: "Do you hear that, Axis? I think some people here are actually cheering for English Dragon!"

 

Dragon attempts to bring Duran up to his feet. Dragon soon realizes, however, that a man of Duran's size against a man like Dragon dictates when he's getting to his feet. However, John eventually does get to his feet, Dragon pushing Duran back a little, cocking his hand back and then bringing it forward.

 

SMACK!

 

The crowd cheers slightly as English unleashes a brutal chop across the pectorals of Duran, winding up for another one.

 

SMACK!

 

Again, the crowd seems to half-wince/cheer as Duran is definitely feeling the effect of the chops that Dragon is dealing out.

 

SMACK!

 

A third chop sends "The Sinner" down to the mat with a cheer, but John doesn't stay down long, getting right back up. However, he is met with some right hands from Dragon, sending Duran reeling towards the corner as Dragon continues to club John in the chest with rights.

 

Axis: "I'm really surprised at this match so far, King. You wouldn't expect those chops to hurt too badly with a big man like Duran, but I think Dragon is really beginning to break John down!"

 

King: "I'd just advise Dragon not to count his chickens before they hatch. One mistake could spell the end for him."

 

Backed up against the corner, Duran gets a couple more right hands from English, and then brings his hand back once again.

 

SMACK!

 

The fourth chop hits its mark, as Duran's chest is looking obviously red from all the chops. John holds his chest in pain, but he doesn't get long to recover as Dragon grabs "The Sinner" by his right arm and whips him towards the opposite corner. Duran slams against the corner and comes lumbering back out towards the middle of the ring. Dragon approaches the dazed big man and gives him a solid kick to the stomach, placing Duran in a front facelock before falling back. Duran's head smacks into the mat with a thump as Dragon connects with the DDT, evoking a few cheers from the crowd once again.

 

Axis: "I can't believe how quickly the English Dragon has gotten on a roll in this match! That sneak attack has definitely paid dividends for him, as he has an early advantage over a man who is not very pleased with life at the moment in John Duran."

 

King: "For those of you at home, he's basically saying Duran's pissed off."

 

Axis: "Yes, but whatever beast lies inside of him right now, it is in hibernation as English Dragon goes to work on him--wait, here comes a cover from Dragon..."

 

Dragon drapes his body over Duran's in the form of a lateral press, hooking the leg as referee Ced Ordonez swings around to count the first pinfall of the match.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

King: "Not anything doing there, and it isn't surprising that the Dragon came up short on that pinfall attempt. English Dragon may be out to an early start in this match, but we know from watching Duran in the past months that he's not an easy man to take down."

 

Axis: "That's for sure, King. Dragon is going to have to vary his offense quickly to bring down Duran for the three count."

 

King: "First, Duran's going have to GET on the offense."

 

Dragon gets to his feet, bringing Duran up with him slowly. English attempts to connect with another right hand, but John blocks it this time with his left arm, surprising the crowd as Duran steadies Dragon's head with his right hand and quickly strikes with a headbutt that sends Dragon staggering backwards. Dragon shakes it off and attempts to come at "The Sinner" with a clothesline, but Duran beats him to the punch and clotheslines Dragon down to the mat. Refusing to give Dragon time to recuperate on the mat, Duran brings Dragon to his feet easily. John then bends down, placing his hands as such on Dragon's body so that when Duran stands back to an upright position, Dragon is up in the air. Looking down towards the mat, it seems like a long ways down for the English Dragon as the bottom drops out for him, Duran stepping up and tossing Dragon behind him as the English man falls to the mat face first.

 

Axis: "Impressive showing of strength by John Duran, as it seems that he's showing off to the crowd at this point."

 

King: "Like it or not, you just have to accept that Dragon can get thrown around the ring like a rag doll at the hands of Duran."

 

Duran taunts the crowd for a moment, yelling at a fan in the front row that is giving Duran the finger, before turning around to Dragon, currently on all fours. John takes Dragon and brings him to his feet, disrespecting the Englishman with an open-hand slap. The blow surprises Dragon, actually staggering back a bit, as the crowd begins to boo. "The Sinner" doesn't allow the Dragon to get too far out of his grasp, however, grabbing Dragon's right arm and whipping him towards the ropes closest to the entrance ramp. Duran goes for a ride himself, taking the ropes closest to the announcing table. Dragon and Duran meet in the middle of the ring, as John nails English with a running shoulderblock, stopping Dragon in his tracks. Moving as quickly as possible, "The Sinner" goes into the ropes, bouncing off them and approaching the downed Dragon. John holds up a couple of middle fingers to the crowd, angering the Kansas fans as John leaps up, dropping a leg across the throat of English Dragon as the ring shakes with the force of a powerful leg drop from the former Television and European champion. The Midwestern crowd continues to boo as Duran twists his body around to cover Dragon's, hooking the leg as Ordonez once again swings around to count the pinfall.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

TW-SHOULDER UP!

 

Axis: "Dragon kicks out before the count of two after the devastating running shoulderblock and leg drop from 'The Sinner.'"

 

King: "Axis, I just realized something. We're in the Midwest!"

 

Axis: "...Are you on drugs again?"

 

King: "No, I'm trying to say, Duran is from the Midwest! These fans should be going crazy for him! The girls should be lining up outside his hotel room door for a chance to ride the Big Sin!"

 

Axis: "..."

 

John seems calm, even in his already angered state going into this match, as he rises to his feet, bending over and bringing Dragon up off his back as well. Duran unloads a right hand on Dragon, sending him staggering backwards. The crowd boos as Duran unleashes another right, putting Dragon in the corner. With English prone in the corner, "The Sinner" approaches him and quickly lifts up his right knee, crashing it into the gut of the vulnerable Dragon. English seems to be about ready to keel over from the big knee to his gut, but John keeps the Dragon upright and in the corner. Duran moves back a little bit and lifts his boot up in the air, placing it under the chin of Dragon and beginning to cut off his air. Duran continues choking him out as the boos from the members of the crowd in attendance begin to escalate their boos. Duran does not have the "hold" in long before referee Ced Ordonez spots something afoul and begins to administer a five count, trying to force Duran to break the strangulation Duran is performing on Dragon.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

 

 

FOUR!

 

The first three counts have no effect on Duran, but the count of four gets Duran to release the boot from under the chin of Dragon. English attempts to catch his breath as John turns his back to him, taunting the crowd some more, showing himself off. However, he taunts the crowd one second too long, as Dragon appears to regain his breath, running up from behind Duran, leaping up and dropkicking him from behind, sending Duran into the mat face first as the crowd begins to cheer again.

 

Axis: "Duran took a little bit too much time focusing on the crowd there, and he paid for it."

 

King: "Maybe if the crowd would shut up for a moment and accept the wrestling genius that is John Duran, this wouldn't happen!"

 

Duran is down face first on the mat as Dragon quickly goes over to John, sitting up against Duran's back and locking his left arm with both of Dragon's arms. English leans back over the back of "The Sinner," and John immediately begins squirming in pain, trying to get to the ropes which aren't too far away, but are currently not within reach. Dragon begins to put the Fujiwara armbar on a little tighter, Ced Ordonez leaning in and asking Duran if he gives up.

 

Duran: "NO!"

 

That emphatic response from "The Sinner" seems to be used as self-motivation as he manages to inch closer towards the rope, slowly working his body towards the ropes. The crowd begins to buzz, wondering if Duran might actually tap here. John stalls for a moment, and some portions of the crowd actually begin to cheer, assuming that John has either passed out from the pain or given up, but when Ced leans in to ask Duran if he gives up, John snaps to life, shaking his head no, not talking anymore but gritting his teeth.

 

King: "He's going to make it to the ropes, I know it!"

 

Axis: "If he is, he better hurry, he doesn't look too good to me."

 

Duran inches over a little bit closer to the ropes and lunges for the bottom rope with his right arm. His hand makes contact with the bottom rope...but only his fingertips, as his hand cannot grasp onto the bottom rope, the crowd slowly beginning to think that this match is over. However, Duran uses one last ditch effort, inching a little bit closer and then lunging again...and grabbing the bottom rope. The crowd explodes into boos, some groaning in disappointment as Ordonez tells Dragon to release the hold. Dragon holds it for about three seconds longer than he's supposed to, which gets a positive reaction, but he does eventually release the armbar.

 

Axis: "Duran lucked out, King, if he wouldn't have gotten to the ropes there, it would've been game over for 'The Sinner.'"

 

King: "That’s why it's not over for Duran, he's smarter than that!!"

 

English rises to his feet from the sitting position by Duran, and begins to bring his opponent to his feet. Once John is upright again, Dragon crouches down slightly, before rising up quickly, even jumping a bit to match the height of Duran and slamming his forearm into John's chin. The European uppercut sends Duran bouncing into the ropes he just grabbed to break the armbar, and as he rebounds off of those ropes, Dragon allows time for Duran to stagger out closer to the middle of the ring before stepping behind "The Sinner," grabbing his head. English falls to his back, bringing Duran down to the mat with a neckbreaker. Dragon gets back up to his feet, appearing to have something in mind as he leans down, bringing Duran back to his feet once again. However, John is not upright for long as he catches a boot to the gut from Dragon, and is put in a front facelock. English slings the near arm of Duran over his shoulder, grabbing John's tights, stalling for a moment before quickly falling to his back. Duran doesn't move as quickly, seemingly to slowly move through the air but eventually falling hard to the mat as Dragon connects with a snap suplex, hanging on to the front facelock as Dragon rises back to his feet, despite being slowed by trying to bring "The Sinner" to his feet.

 

Axis: "He's going to go for another snap suplex on Duran!"

 

King: "English Dragon is a very methodical man, I wouldn't be surprised if he can pull this off against Duran. We'll see what John has to say to a second attempt."

 

As it turns out, Duran has little to say to it, as Dragon hooks the tights once again, struggling a little bit more this time but still managing to get Duran down to the mat, Dragon seeming to have the support of the fans as English CONTINUES to hold onto the front facelock. The crowd is beginning to get behind this series of snap suplexes as Dragon rises to his feet, ready to deliver a third, but moving a little slower still as Duran's weight begins to become a factor. Somehow, Dragon grabs Duran's black tights again and attempts for a third snap suplex...but John blocks it. John manages to get his foot up in between of the legs of English, keeping another snap suplex from happening. Dragon tries it again, but there's still nothing doing. Finally, Duran puts a stop to things, slamming a fist into the gut of Dragon and getting out of the front facelock. John quickly locks on a front facelock of his own, getting a handful of white tights and lifting up quickly, putting Dragon up in the air and perpendicular to the mat. Duran fluidly falls right back down to the mat, sending Dragon down with him, hitting a vertical suplex.

 

King: "That's how it's done. Screw those snap suplexes, it's the nice, fluid vertical suplex that gets the job done."

 

Axis: "Not only that, but once again, things have swung in the favor of Duran!"

 

Duran rises to his feet, talking a little trash to a member of the crowd for a moment as he brings Dragon up to his feet. Once English is upright, John unloads a right hand right into his face, which sends Dragon reeling. Duran turns around and gives the east section of the crowd a double middle finger, getting the crowd to boo as Dragon suddenly clubs Duran in the back of the head. Duran turns around, angered, as he explodes a kick into the gut of Dragon, doubling him over. "The Sinner" walks up and hooks both of Dragon's arms behind his back, exposing English's masked face, quickly leaping up and letting gravity take both of them back down to the mat as Dragon is planted into the mat with a double underhook DDT. John gets to his feet, going to the corner furthest from where Dragon lays on the mat after the last move, trying to regain some energy, waiting for English to get back to his feet under his own power.

 

Axis: "Call me crazy, but I think we're about to see the spear. I don't like this at all, King."

 

King: "Why not!? This is always great! Some poor sap gets damn near broken in half with a spear from 'The Sinner'! I'd venture to even say I don't think something like this could ever get OLD!"

 

John bends down, ready to unload a spear into the gut of Dragon, keeping his eyes on English as he slowly begins to rise back to his feet, almost licking his lips in anticipation. Dragon has his back turned, and not even the boos from the crowd can give him a clue as to what lies behind him in the opposite corner. After a few brief moments, Dragon rises to his feet, dazed, his brains likely still stirring from getting planted into the mat as he turns around to face Duran. John charges out of the corner, driving his shoulder into Dragon's gut, and using the momentum from the spear to send them both into the turnbuckle, Dragon's body slamming into the turnbuckles as the spear connects and then some.

 

Axis: "What a devastating spear from John Duran! I don't think Dragon will be able to eat properly for a couple of weeks!"

 

As if to add insult to injury, Duran keeps crouched over drawing back his right hand and then slamming it into Dragon's gut, following it up quickly with a left hand, then another right, landing hard punches to the body as Dragon's stomach is just getting demolished by Duran. As a last second act of desperation, English pushes Duran away, something that John certainly does not expect, caught off guard. Dragon takes advantage of the opening given to him, turning the tables and pushing Duran into the corner. The crowd cheers as Dragon seems ready to return the favor to "The Sinner," but the celebration is short-lived as John snaps his right hand out, clenching it around the throat of English and stopping him in his tracks. Duran steps out of the corner, bringing Dragon out of the corner as the cheers rapidly turn into boos. John simply lifts Dragon up, holding him in the air for a moment before throwing him down to the mat, damn near jackknifing him like a tractor-trailer truck as Dragon crashed into the mat on the wrong side of a chokeslam. Sensing victory, Duran goes for the cover, hooking the leg, resting on Dragon's body and laying on him and holding his fingers up in the air to count along with Ced Ordonez as he counts the pinfall.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR-NO! KICKOUT!

 

Duran is shocked, as are some of the members of the crowd, but the crowd cheers nonetheless.

 

King: "Stop cheering for Dragon! He hates America!"

 

Axis: "I think any man who can give John Duran a good fight is in good standing with the fans."

 

King: "Oh come on, John Duran is a nice guy. His opponents are usually just insanely jealous of his talent."

 

Duran seems to be somewhat frustrated by that last pinfall as he gets to his feet, attempting to bring Dragon up to his feet. English struggles with John a bit at first, as "The Sinner" seems on the verge of losing his temper. Dragon is able to cool Duran down though, as he rises up out of nowhere, slamming his forearm into Duran's chin and nose, immediately dropping Duran like a ton of bricks as he hits the mat. The crowd begins their cheers for English Dragon again. John has a nice amount of momentum, though, and gets right back to his feet. Dragon is forced to react quickly to Duran, and does so, going behind "The Sinner" and locking his arms above Duran's head, putting John in a full nelson as English turns towards the middle of the ring. Dragon grunts as he lifts Duran in the air, falling backwards as Duran travels down with him. John is dropped on the back of his neck with a dragon suplex from the English Dragon himself.

 

Axis: "Dragon didn't look too good with that last move."

 

King: "I think the size difference between the two men is becoming more of a factor, as it should be as we're getting pretty far into this match."

 

Dragon continues, getting to his feet with Duran soon following suit with some assistance from English. However, Duran doesn't get upright, but simply put into a standing headscissors. Dragon leans down and wraps his arms around John's waist, before carefully lifting up "The Sinner" in what appears to be a piledriver. Dragon quickly moves his right hand in between Duran's legs and locks it with his left hand which is still at Duran's waist before the bottom drops out, Dragon not in control of Duran as he gets dropped on his head. John's head makes a sickening thump off the mat, as the cradle piledriver hits its mark. Duran falls to the right side of Dragon, and English can feel victory within his grasp as he performs a lateral press and hooks Duran's right leg for the pinfall from Ced Ordonez, the crowd counting along.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Axis: "Duran kicks out!"

 

King: "After a couple of moves like a dragon suplex and a brutal piledriver like that, I have absolutely no idea how he managed to kickout!

 

The crowd groans, displeased, but the match continues nonetheless. Dragon is keeping his cool, knowing that he is in control due to him taking advantage of Duran's frustrations. Dragon rises to his feet and goes to the nearest corner, stepping through the first and second ropes, going over to the turnbuckle and climbing it. The crowd begins to rise to their feet as they sense a big move is on the way. Duran is slowly getting back to his feet, but he doesn't look like he is in the same world as the rest of us as he begins to rise to his feet. Dragon remains perched on the top turnbuckle, waiting to hop off and hit Duran with whatever he has coming. Duran rises to his feet, with his back turned to Dragon. Once he turns around to face English, Dragon leaps off the top rope, extending his legs out, seeming to go for a missile dropkick.

 

Unfortunately, it doesn't hit anyone.

 

Duran steps to the side just in time, staggering up against the ropes as Dragon hits the mat hard.

 

King: "Ha! Looks like it might be over for the Englishman!"

 

Axis: "Don't count him out yet, John Duran doesn't have this match won."

 

John gathers himself together after dodging the missile dropkick, getting to his senses before attempting to bring English Dragon to his feet. Dragon is put on the move soon enough as Duran grabs his right arm, whipping him into the ropes. English rebounds off the ropes, coming back towards Duran, stationary from the spot where he tossed his opponent into the ropes. Once Dragon gets close, however, Duran crouches down, lifting Dragon up into the air and then quickly falling to the mat, driving Dragon right back down onto his back with a crushing spinebuster. John seems to pop right back to his feet, the adrenaline flowing as he calls for the end.

 

Axis: "That missed missile dropkick from Dragon just a minute ago might prove to be his downfall here against Duran!"

 

King: "Good, Duran deserves the win."

 

Axis: "It's not over yet, though, he can still mount a comeback!"

 

Duran brings Dragon to his feet, possibly for one last time in this match, before kicking him in the gut and putting him in a standing headscissors. The crowds boos only escalate, as Dragon is elevated onto John's shoulders. "The Sinner" places English in a crucifix position, holding him up in the air as Dragon faces the SmarkTron. However, Dragon manages to escape the crucifix position! The crowd cheers as Dragon seems to dodge a bullet, stepping back and crouching down slightly. Duran turns around and English attempts a superkick, but the kick misses its mark as Duran side-steps it, blasting Dragon again with a kick to the gut and placing him in the standing headscissors once again, the crowd turning right back to boos.

 

Axis: "Ohh! Dragon was so very close to turning this thing around in his favor, but I don't know if he has what it takes to get out now, he might have used up the last of his energy..."

 

Duran wraps his arms around the waist of Dragon and lifts him up into the air, placing him in the crucifix position again, holding Dragon's arms out with both of his hands as Dragon looks out over the members of the crowd in the Kansas Coliseum. Finally, Dragon is tossed up into the air. Duran quickly wraps his arms again Dragon's waist and then drops down to the mat, gravity pulling them both down in a hurry as the ring shakes with the impact of the Ultimate Sin. The crowd most certainly does not enjoy this series of events, letting their opinions known by raining down boos onto John Duran. However, Duran knows he has the match won as he places his legs on the shoulders of Dragon, Ordonez swinging around to count the pinfall out of the Ultimate Sin. Amazingly, some of the crowd members are begging Dragon to kick out.

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

Ordonez gets to his feet and calls for the bell as the crowd seems bummed out at another Duran victory, continuing to boo Duran as "Sinner" cues up once again.

 

Funyon: "Here is your winner, via pinfall, THE SINNER...JOHN DURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

 

Ordonez raises Duran's hand as Duran doesn't stick around in the ring for long, leaving to the ringside area.

 

Axis: "Well, King, the crowd was definitely behind English Dragon despite his anti-USA stance, but Dragon just couldn't make it happen against the bigger and badder John Duran."

 

King: "Seems to me the only man Duran can't beat is that Charlie Matthews! But he'll have his day too, I guarantee it!"

 

Axis: "Speaking of Charlie Matthews, he's coming up tonight against Spike Jenkins in a Classic Wrestling Exhibition for the SJL Title! Don't go anywhere fast though, because it's Manson and Aecas in a finisher match! It's Metal LIVE from Kansas, and it's next!"

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

SJL Metal comes roaring back from the break, the fans in the Kansas Coliseum on their feet and cheering as the show continues, everyone eagerly anticipating the last two matches on the card tonight. The cameras swing around the arena focusing on a few signs in the crowd as they move before finally settling in on Axis and the Suicide King seated as always at their announce table.

 

Axis: Welcome back to SJL Metal folks! For those of you who just joined us we’re here at the sold out Kansas Coliseum in Wichita, Kansas and what a night we’ve had so far!

 

King: Its been a wild night already Axis, but its not over yet.

 

Axis: We still have two great matches for you folks, tonight’s main event will be “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins taking on none other than Charlie “The Grappler” Matthews in a Classic Wrestling Exhibition match for the prestigious SJL World Title!

 

King: It’ll be an interesting match Axis, we haven’t seen rules like that in decades! But coming up next we have a losers match, Aecas and Manson both lost their chance for a shot at the title tonight in the Six-Pack challenge that was held on Crimson. Tonight’s a chance for them to prove that they deserve a shot at the championship by beating the hell out of one another!

 

Axis: Both men are going to be competing next in a Finisher match, the first man to hit his favoured finisher on his opponent will win the match!

 

Axis and the Suicide King fall silent along with the rest of the arena as the building goes completely black, red strobe lighting starts to flash throughout the arena as The Haunted’s “Hate Song” Blasts through the arena speakers. A thunderous round of boos rises up from the crowd as Manson emerges onto the stage, throwing one hand up into the air in a metal taunt as he glares out at the fans. Striding confidently down the ramp Manson ignores the boos and jeers of the fans, as he reaches the ring he slides underneath the bottom rope popping back up to his feet inside the ring. He shrugs off his jacket, tossing it out of the ring before moving over to his corner and sitting down as Funyon lifts his mic.

 

Funyon: The following contest is a Finisher match! Pinfalls are not in effect and this match is Anything Goes! The first man to use his favoured finishing manoeuvre on his opponent will be declared the winner! Introducing first, in the ring at this time. He weighs 210 lbs, and hails from Denver, Colorado! He is “Hate personified”….MANSON!!!!!

 

The boos of the fans get louder, filling the arena and reverberating around the huge structure, but Manson just doesn’t seem to care, his hair partially obscuring his face, his eyes staring down at the entranceway as he awaits his opponent.

 

Axis: Manson looks focused King.

 

King: He’s always focused Axis, and he needs to be, there are no rules in this match, first man to get a finisher on his opponent wins, its as simple than that and could happen quicker than you might think. The only reason Eddy Long is in that ring right now is to ring the bell for the start and the finish of the match, other than that he can’t do a damn thing.

 

The arena is plunged into darkness for a second time, the fans cheer deafeningly as a graveyard bell begins to toll mournfully throughout the arena, the Smarktron displays a figure, swathed in darkness, small stabs of light revealing pale flesh and sinuous black scales. The shafts of light slowly creep up the figures body until scars and a white dead eye are visible.

 

“Are you scared?”

 

“He’s here…..”

 

Motorhead’s “The Game” erupts through the arena speakers as red alert lights suddenly flash all over the arena, hinting at the imminent carnage to come, blood red smoke boils up from the entranceway. A blood red spotlight snaps on, pointing deep into the depths of the smoke revealing a figure standing there, the cheering of the fans increases as Aecas walks out of the smoke pushing a shopping trolley in front of him. He stops as the fans cheer louder as they see the amount of weaponry crammed into the trolley and start to chant the Black Angel’s name as he grins and draws a thumb across his throat before making his way down the ramp.

 

Axis: Aecas looks set to take full advantage of this Anything Goes stipulation King!

 

King: That’s the problem with this guy Axis, you give him an opening and he’s going to take advantage of it any way he can. This match is definitely not going to be pretty.

 

Funyon: And his opponent! Weighing 295lbs, and hailing from Shrewsbury, England. He is the “Black Angel”….AECAS!

 

Aecas lets go of the trolley as he reaches the ring, “The Game” still blasting through the arena speakers as he starts to grab items and toss them into the ring, even as Funyon makes his way out to his seat at ringside. Manson continues to sit motionless in the corner as kendo sticks, metal lids, baking sheets, and stop signs all fly into the ring. Aecas leaps onto the apron and steps through the ropes as the lights slowly come up, the music fading away and leaving only the buzz of the fans as Aecas and Manson look at one another. Eddy Long gives the timekeeper a signal and he dutifully rings the bell to start the match.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

Axis: And here we go!

 

King: Manson nearly felt the Executioner on Crimson Axis, he had a narrow escape then, but he may not be so lucky this time.

 

Manson reaches up, grabbing the second rope with both hands and pulling himself up to his feet and walking slowly towards Aecas, meeting his opponent in the centre of the ring. Aecas towers over his opponent but Manson shows no sign of intimidation, looking up at the Englishman for a long moment before reaching up high, slamming a hard punch into the face of his opponent. Aecas’ head jerks back slightly from the blow and he continues to stare down at Manson, as his opponent strikes him again…and again…to little discernable effect.

 

Manson finally kicks Aecas hard in the gut, and at last that seems to have some effect on his gigantic opponent as he doubles over slightly. Manson takes advantage of this small opening, letting another salvo of hard punches fly into Aecas’ face slowly forcing the big man backwards. Manson quickly runs for the ropes at the other end of the ring, rebounding and launching himself upwards to strike Aecas high in the chest with a huge Running Knee, staggering the big man once more.

 

Axis: Manson starting out on the offensive here, but he’s going to have to pull out more than this to even faze Aecas.

 

King: Wait and see Axis, he’s a very resourceful man you just better hope that Aecas doesn’t underestimate him.

 

With his opponent off balance Manson seizes the opportunity, ducking down and scooping a kendo stick off of the mat he darts forwards and slams the wood into Aecas’ gut.

 

CRACK!

 

Aecas doubles over once more as Manson goes berserk with the cane cracking it over Aecas’ head, face and shoulders in a frenzied assault.

CRACK!

 

CRACK!

 

CRACK!

 

Manson forces Aecas backwards under the deluge of blows, all the way back into the corner, dropping the now broken Kendo Stick Hate Personified starts to climb up the turnbuckles laying more hard punches into Aecas’ face as he goes. Standing on the second rope Manson hooks an arm around Aecas’ neck before falling backwards off the turnbuckle, using all his weight to take Aecas down into a thunderous DDT!

 

Aecas’ head bounces off of the canvas and Manson wastes no time, sliding behind his opponent and dragging him up into a sitting position as he attempts to lock on the Stretch Plum. Aecas is far from done however, his large hands shoot up to grab Manson by the hair and slowly the giant starts to get back to his feet as Manson tries to loosen the grip. When he is about halfway to his feet Aecas suddenly sits down pulling Manson with him by the hair, Hate Personified’s chin cracks against Aecas’ head as the “Black Angel” knocks his assailant away with a modified Jawbreaker.

 

Axis: Aecas finally getting some offence off in this match, it’s a good job he did too or this could have been over quickly!

 

King: Quick is where Aecas fails in this match Axis, Manson can run rings around this guy, all he needs to do is to get him down long enough to lock on that Stretch Plum and this match is all over.

 

Both men quickly get back to their feet, Manson being the faster is up first rubbing his jaw with one hand before running at the still rising Aecas dropkicking the big man hard in the knee. Aecas’ left leg gives out underneath him, foiling his attempt to get back to his feet as Manson presses the advantage, kicking at the knee joint every time Aecas tries to get up. Manson lets up with the kicks for a brief moment, only to come back at Aecas with a thunderous shot with a baking sheet, denting the metal with Aecas’ face!

 

WHACK!

 

Aecas sways back slightly but grins at Manson, shaking his head and lifting his hands urging Manson to hit him again, he doesn’t have to urge much as the answer is short in coming.

 

WHACK!

 

Again Manson blasts Aecas with the baking sheet and again he wants more. Manson lifts the baking sheet high above his head intending to deliver a coup de grace with a single blow, the baking sheet comes down hard and bends itself completely out of shape as it hits Aecas’ skull for the final time. The giant’s head bows from the force of the blow as Manson angrily throws the sheet away from him, the booing of the fans ringing in his ears as he steps in behind Aecas once more, again trying to lock on the Stretch Plum to end the match.

 

As Manson reaches for his opponent, Aecas twists away from his grasp, the big man rolling to one side and back up to his feet, in a surprising display of agility for someone so big, he rubs his forehead with a hand before grinning and wagging a finger at his opponent. Stung by this casual insult Manson chargers towards Aecas, Hate Personified ducks under a tree trunk like leg as Aecas tries for a Big Boot missing him by scant inches. Manson races past Aecas jumping onto the middle rope and using it to springboard himself backwards in a beautiful Moonsault, hitting Aecas just as he turns around. The big man staggers but doesn’t fall, his arms quickly wrapping around Manson’s body holding his squirming opponent tightly for a moment before he drops down to one knee, ramming Manson’s shoulder into the hard bone.

 

Axis: What a show of strength by Aecas! He caught Manson in mid air!

 

King: And he’s started damaging that arm, this is something Manson can’t afford to do. Going toe to toe with Aecas would be suicide; he needs to use his quickness and agility to beat this man.

Axis: While Aecas is sure to be looking to slow down the pace of this match, we only need a single finishing manoeuvre and this match is over, and it could happen at anytime!

 

No sooner has Manson hit the floor, than Aecas is on top of him, grabbing his hair and hauling him back up to his feet, grabbing his opponent by he leg and side he easily scoops up The Machine into a Sidewalk Slam position. Aecas pauses for a moment before jumping up high into the air, releasing Manson in mid air and hammering an elbow into his midriff as they land. Manson’s audibly “Ooofs” as the air is driven out of him from the impact of the slam and the hard elbow that followed it, he clutches his gut trying to draw air into his lungs as Aecas towers over him once more. Slowly pulling Manson up once again, Aecas steps behind his opponent, wrapping both arms around Manson’s middle with a waistlock before heaving him off of his feet with a huge Release German Suplex.

 

Manson sails through the air for a moment before landing HARD on his head and shoulders, he rolls over onto his front and back up to his knees before sagging backwards into a corner trying to figure out what happened as his breathing starts to return to normal. Aecas pulls Manson up by the hair yet again; he scoops “The machine” up into his arms before slamming his opponent back first into the corner, hooking his legs underneath the top turnbuckle.

 

Axis: Manson’s trapped in the Tree Of Woe!

 

King: And Aecas has got another of those baking sheets!

 

Aecas does indeed, and holds the sheet up high getting a roar of approval from the crowd before placing it over Manson’s face as he hangs helplessly upside down. Aecas walks across the ring into the opposite corner, staring at Manson for a moment before charging across the ring! At the last possible moment the giant leaps into the air and pants both feet into the baking sheet, dropkicking it into Manson’s face!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

Manson’s body flops out of the corner, collapsing onto the mat after that huge impact and laying limp on the canvas as Aecas slides under the bottom rope and out of the ring.

 

Axis: What a shot by Aecas! And what’s this maniac looking for now!

 

King: He’s going back to that shopping cart Axis!

 

There is only one item left in the shopping cart and Aecas pulls it out and holds it high over his head, the crowd now screaming for blood as he holds a cricket bat wrapped in barbed wire above his head. Placing the bat on the apron, Aecas hefts the shopping cart next, tossing it into the ring with a clatter of steel before retrieving the bat and sliding back into the squared circle.

 

King: A barbed wire cricket bat!

 

Axis: I think Aecas has been taking pointers from Janus!

 

King: Wherever he got the idea from this isn’t looking good for Manson! He’s gotta get up! He can still beat this sick freak if he can get up and hit some big moves!

 

Aecas drops the cricket bat in the centre of the ring before hauling his opponent to the centre, he lifts Manson up o his feet before shoving his head between his legs and looking out at the crows with a grin, drawing his thumb across his neck in a throat slitting motion.

 

Axis: The Executioner! Aecas is going to try and end it here!

 

King: Oh no no no! He’s not going to drop him on that barbed wire bat!

 

Axis: You’re damn right he is! He’s sick! This man is literally sick!

 

Aecas leans down, wrapping his arms around Manson’s waist and bunching his legs before lifting his opponent high up into the air onto his shoulders, The Machine starts to fall backwards and the knowledge of the predicament he is in galvanises him into action. Manson grabs Aecas’ head in both hands as the giant tries to push him down, and starts hammering punch after punch into his face and finally rakes at Aecas’ eyes. Aecas’ grip loosens as he tries to protect his eyes giving Manson all the opportunity he needs to slide off the Black Angel’s shoulders and wrap an arm around his neck, and DDT’S AECAS ONTO THE BARBED WIRE!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

Axis: Oh my GOD! Manson just drove Aecas’ face into the barbed wire!

 

King: What goes around definitely comes around Axis!

 

Aecas’ heels drum on the canvas for a moment as blood seeps from half a dozen cuts on his forehead, but his teeth are bared in a manic grin and as the cameras get closer they can hear a very maniacal and unsettling laughter coming from his throat between breaths. Manson pulls himself up to his feet and stands on wobbly legs as he clears his head, looking down at his still fallen opponent he runs towards the nearest ring ropes. Manson leaps onto the second rope, the cable bending under his weight before he springboards off, curving his body in another Asai Moonsault at his fallen opponent. Manson sails gracefully through the air, but his face becomes a mask of horror as Aecas rolls out of the way, and there’s nothing to break his fall but the barbed wire!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

HOLY SHIT!

 

The fans continue to chant as Manson writhes in pain in the ring, the barbed wire now blooded with the life fluid of both opponents, Aecas pulls himself up to his feet, the blood dripping from his face as he grins down at Manson slowly stooping to pick up the barbed wire cricket bat. Hefting the weapon he brings it to his lips, his tongue flicking out of his mouth as he licks some of the blood from the barbs, lacerating his tongue in the process but not seeming to care a jot. He raises the bat up high before bringing it down HARD, slamming the barbed wire into Manson’s gut for a second time, and then a third time on The Machine’s back as he rolls over trying to escape the punishment of the wire.

 

Axis: I can’t believe this guy King, licking blood off of Barbed Wire?!

 

King: Face it Axis, if this guy was a dog he’d have been put down YEARS ago.

 

Axis: Both men are bleeding from that barbed wire! Somebody needs to get that thing out of the ring!

 

King: Nobody can Axis there’s no rules here!

 

Aecas drops the bloody bat once more, he grabs the shopping trolley, upending it and shoving it into a corner, wedging the metal cart into the turnbuckles, turning around the Black Angel leans down, one huge hand closing around Manson’s neck hauling him bodily up to his feet. Aecas gets ready to send his opponent for a ride on the wrong end of a Chokeslam, but as he places a hand on Manson’s back Hate Personified fights back, his right foot snapping upwards to kick Aecas squarely in the crotch. The giant yells in pain, his grip loosening around Manson’s throat. Grabbing a street sign from the mat Manson staggers Aecas with a HARD shot to his already bloody face and then grabs the larger mans arms, trying to Irish Whip him into the shopping cart. Even with all his strength, Manson can’t shift the bigger man and with a tremendous heave Aecas reverses the Irish Whip, sending his opponent crashing back first into the shopping cart!

 

Manson’s back arches as he hits the steel and slumps down to sit on the canvas, Aecas moves to the corner diagonally opposite Manson, still favouring his groin from the nasty kick he received but one arm urges Manson to get back to his feet as Aecas crouches ready in the corner. Manson slowly starts to get up to his feet, the fans also rising as they anticipate what is to come as Aecas suddenly charges across the ring, head first straight for Manson. Instead of hitting flesh Aecas crashes straight into the shopping cart as Manson barely manages to avoid the huge GORE directed at him, the fans let out a collective “Ooooh!” as the sheer force of the impact puts a huge dent in the trolley.

 

Axis: Aecas just GORED the Shopping Cart!

 

King: This is Manson’s chance Axis! Aecas is hurt! Now he HAS to capitalise!

 

Aecas slowly begins to pull himself away from the wreckage of the shopping cart, slowly getting back up to his feet, Manson once again goes to the ropes, springboarding of the second rope for a third time and planting both feet into Aecas’ face knocking the giant back a pace and spinning him around. Manson lands heavily on the canvas but is quickly back to his feet, seemingly getting a second wind now that Aecas is on the defensive once more, quickly ascending the corner he leaps forwards grabbing Aecas’ head and dragging the big man down with him and BULLDOGGS AECAS ON THE BARBED WIRE!

 

The fans start up yet another “HOLY SHIT!” chant as Aecas’ face is driven straight into the barbed wire for a second time, the Black Angel lays seemingly motionless on the canvas, blood pouring from the cuts on his face and his neck. Manson looks down at his opponent before starting to doggedly climb up the top turnbuckle once more as his opponent continues to lay motionless on the canvas, The Machine pauses as he reaches the top turnbuckle, staring down at his opponent before he leaps forwards sending his body flipping forwards as he tries for a Shooting Star Press!….

 

….Aecas eyes snap open and his knees come up! Driving straight into Manson’s gut as he lands full force onto the hard bones, driving the air out of himself and rolling across the ring, away from Aecas clutching at his guts as pain creases his features once more. Aecas slowly sits back up, grabbing the ropes and pulling himself back up to his feet, as his bloodstained features and unsettling grin focus on Manson once more.

 

Axis: Manson gambled it all and lost there King!

 

King: But not before he drove Aecas’ face into the barbed wire for a second time Axis! The pain has to be indescribable!

 

Axis: But he doesn’t care King! Look at him! He’s STILL smiling, how are you supposed to hurt this man? Everything you do just seems to make him happier!

 

Manson also slowly pulls himself back up to his feet, using the ropes for leverage as he slowly turns to face Aecas, both men locking eyes from across the ring, both knowing that this conflict is still not concluded, both men hurt, but both still ready to go the distance. Both men suddenly rush for one another, as if some unseen signal set them off, Manson ducks under a huge Lariat attempt from Aecas putting on the brakes and wrapping his arms around the giant’s waist. Time seems to pause for a moment until with a roar of effort Manson takes Aecas completely off his feet, slamming him down on the back of his head with a HUGE German Suplex!

 

Axis: What a Herculean effort by Manson! He took Aecas all the way up and over!

 

Manson keeps his arms locked around Aecas’ waist and slowly the two men get back up to their feet, Manson once again trying to heave Aecas over for another German Suplex, but loss of blood and the effects of the match have sapped his strength too much. Aecas rams an elbow into the side of Manson’s head loosening his waistlock, a second hard elbow breaks the hold completely and Aecas turns around, his right foot slamming into Manson’s gut doubling Hate Personified over. Aecas shoves Manson’s head between his legs, leaning forwards to wrap his arms around his opponent’s waist before bodily heaving him up to shoulder height.

 

Aecas holds Manson high for a moment before slamming him down into the canvas, drilling him down HARD, the smack of body on canvas sending a tingle down the spine of every fan in the arena. Aecas holds on to Manson, lifting his opponent back up with ease before slamming him down into another hard Powerbomb….and another!……AND ANOTHER!

 

THWACK!

 

“TWO!” Chant the fans.

 

THWACK!

 

“THREE!”

 

THWACK!

 

“FOUR!”

 

THWACK!

 

“FIVE!”

 

Axis: Aecas is destroying Manson in front of us!

 

King: He’s snapped! Manson’s helpless against this assault!

 

Aecas pulls Manson up one final time, The Machine’s battered body hanging limply upside down in Aecas’ clutches, the Black Angel pauses for a moment before jumping into the air, spinning around and driving Manson’s head straight into the canvas. The fans cheer loudly as they are sure that the match is over, but Eddy long shakes his head hastily backing away as an irate Aecas storms after him demanding an answer.

 

Axis: Eddy long refusing to announce Aecas the winner and these fans don’t like it one bit!

 

King: He’s doing his job Axis! That was the Grim Reaper! That was NOT Aecas’ primary finisher! Eddy Long made the right call!

 

Axis: How can you say its the right call! Manson is down in the ring and he’s at the mercy of a psychopath! This match should be ended now!

 

King: Dammit Axis this isn’t over until one man hits his finisher!

 

Eddy Long finally manages to explain this to Aecas who turns away from the referee, he looks out at the fans before running his thumb over his throat, the throat slit signal prior to the Executioner. Manson amazingly is still moving after the pounding he has taken in this match, Aecas stands over his opponent for a moment reaching down to pick him up, but pauses…..

 

….and looks directly at the Suicide King and Axis.

 

Axis: King…

 

King: I see him Axis…

 

Aecas slowly steps out of the ring, reaching back in to grab Manson by a leg and haul him out to the floor, both men slowly moving closer and closer to the announcers table as Axis and the Suicide King rise up from their seats and as far away as they can from the pair.

 

Axis: I don’t like this King…what the hell is this man going to do to Manson now?!

 

King: I think you may have just answered your own question Axis…

 

Aecas shoves Manson onto the announcer table, slowly climbing on top himself and once again shoving Manson’s head between his legs and once more making the throat slit motion, the fans are on their feet screaming as they all know what’s about to happen.

 

Axis: Oh no…he could not be this heinous! Not after what we’ve just seen!

 

Aecas leans forwards wrapping his arms around Manson’s waist and lifting his opponent up to his shoulders.

 

Axis: Don’t do it!

 

Manson flops upside down once more, still struggling in Aecas’ deadly embrace as the Black Angel grins wickedly.

 

Axis: No! No! NO!

 

Aecas jumps into the air, spinning around and driving Manson through the announce table, with the Executioner!

 

Axis: Oh my GOD!!!

 

King: Unbelievable!!!

 

Axis: Executioner through our announce table! And Long is calling for the bell!

 

DING! DING! DING!!!!!!

 

Funyon: The winner of the match. THE BLACK ANGEL! AECAAAAS!

 

Motorhead’s “The Game” pounds through the arena speakers once more as Aecas pulls himself out of the wreckage of the announce table, the cheers of the fans ringing in his ears, as Eddy Long raises his arm in victory. He looks down at Manson for a moment before starting to slowly walk around the ring and up to the entrance ramp, fans slapping his shoulders as he passes them.

 

King: Mercifully this match has come to an end Axis.

 

Axis: But at what cost King?

 

King: Who knows Axis, but I know one thing, I never want to be that close to Aecas again.

 

Axis: Me either King.

 

Aecas slowly walks up the entrance ramp, pausing to turn around and raise his arms in victory, a bestial roar of triumph erupting from his throat as he stands victorious, the cameras cutting between his snarling face and Manson’s battered body laying in the ruins of the announce table before Aecas turns away and disappears behind the curtain. The cameras once more close in on Axis and the Suicide King as Manson is helped out to the back.

 

Axis: We just witnessed a true war of attrition folks, but we still aren’t done yet, we have one final match on our card for you tonight.

 

King: That’s right, Charlie “The Grappler” Matthews is going to square off against Spike Jenkins for the SJL World Title! And this match is not under normal rules, as Matthews got to pick the stipulation for this match.

 

Axis: You have to believe that Matthews has the advantage going into this match, its going to be Old School wrestling folks, knocking your opponent over the top rope will result in a DQ, as will any moves off of the top rope.

 

King: Don’t let that fool you folks, all the action is going to take place in that ring, its going to be pure mat wrestling, one fall to a finish and the winner is walking out of here as the champion!

 

Axis: Its going to be all or nothing coming up next folks, we’re going to commercial now but we’ll be right back with our main event!

 

The cameras pan back out, the view slowly fading to black as SJL technicians begin to clear away the broken and battered weaponry inside and outside the ring, but he one thing they can’t remove is the bloodstains covering the ring…

Edited June 25, 2003 by Longdogger_Pete

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

WHOOSH~!

 

We return from commercial break outside the lovely Kansas Coliseum in Wichita, Kansas, as yet another tornado, the seventeenth of the night, storms by. The building hardly trembles as the outside marquee stands, illuminated with the words “SJL Metal – SOLD OUT!!!” Finally, we head back inside the arena, where the fans are completely rabid, as they desperately try to get on camera. Wrestling doesn’t come to Kansas much, you know. The camera surveys some of the signs held by the audience, including such winners as “Sololololololololololololomon” and “GORO? GORO!” Finally, the camera pans to ringside, where the commentators for this evening and every other, Axis and Suicide King, stand ready for the upcoming match.

 

Axis: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to SJL Metal! And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for has arrived. The SJL Championship has officially been vacated by the Maori Badass, Va’aiga, and following this match, we will crown a new champion. Two men survived a six-pack challenge on Crimson, with one winning out completely and choosing a stipulation for this match.

 

King: Cut to the chase already, Axis. Charlie Matthews and Spike Jenkins; they were once a team as the Hollywood Grapplers, but that has since gone out the window. The time for talking and friendship is over; now it’s serious. Grappler pinned Spike on Crimson, but it was a one-hundred percent fluke, not to mention that his old school stipulation is completely inane and will make this match a complete bore.

 

Axis: I guess everyone’s entitled to their own opinion. But regardless, there’s no denying the fact that Grappler has been on a meteoric rise in the SJL, winning both the TV and European Championships hastily, and after just over two months in the federation, he aims to win the most important title of all. He has only been derailed twice in his quest, and he hopes to keep it that way.

 

King: But what about Spike Jenkins? Possibly the most underrated SJL superstar EVER. He’s been here for nearly a year, and taken no prisoners in his quest to the top. Sure, he’s been shut down a few times, but like I said on Crimson, it’s his DESTINY to become the SJL Champion here tonight. He knows it, I know it, these people know it, and by the closing bell, Charlie Matthews will know it.

 

The camera pans to the ring, where Funyon stands, ready for his announcement.

 

Funyon: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, this contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the SJL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! In this contest, if a competitor leaps from the top rope, throws his opponent over the top rope, uses a sleeper, or if both competitors fight on the ringside floor, they are IMMEDIATELY disqualified! Now, introducing the participants! First, from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at 299 pounds, he is the current EUROPEAN Champion, CHAAAAAAAARLIE “GRAPPLER” MAAAAAAAATTHEWSSSSS!!!!

 

The house lights dim, as usual, and then familiar guitar riffs echo through the arena, as Survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger” blare through the sound system. The crowd leaps to their feet, cheering for the current European Champion. Finally, Charlie Matthews emerges from the darkness, standing at the top of the ramp with the SJL European Title wrapped snugly around his waist. With fire in his eyes, he marches to the ring. He walks up the steps and enters, removing his belt and standing in a corner with deadly focus.

 

Funyon: AND HIS OPPONENT! From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 220 pounds, THIS IS HOLLYWOOOOOD SPIIIIIIIIIIKE JENKIIIIIINSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

 

“Revolution Revolucion” fires up as multicolored lights fill the arena. Spike Jenkins walks out of the curtain, donning a leather jacket, not even paying attention to the fans that shower him with massive jeers. He walks to the ring, where he solemnly marches up the ring steps and enters the ring, removing his jacket and standing in the corner. Referee Nick Soapdish brings both men to the center of the ring, holding the SJL Heavyweight Championship. He shows it to both men, before hoisting it into the air and signaling for the bell to be rung!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Both men stand without movement, just staring at each other and soaking in the moment. Every single fan in the Kansas Coliseum is on their feet, waiting for one man to make the first move. Chants have already begun to resound through the arena, including “Let’s – Go – Grappler!” and “Jen – kins – Sucks!” Finally, Hollywood walks in close to Grappler, and begins to mouth off to him, obviously saying some very unkind things as Matthews’ face turns into an evil glare. Finally, before Charlie can even utter a word, Jenkins rears back and sends a slap to his opponent’s face!

 

*SMACK*

 

”Oooooh!”

 

As Grappler turns back to Jenkins, he has a smile on his face, and he begins laughing. Confused, Hollywood rears his arm back and aims at Grappler’s mouth for a right punch, but the European Champion grabs his arm with his left hand and twists around it, executing an arm wringer. Jenkins, however, easily escapes this by performing a forward somersault, before grabbing Charlie’s right arm and twisting it in the same way. Matthews’ expression turns to a slight grimace…and then curls into a smirk as he reaches his left arm over and sends his forearm into Hollywood’s face three times, breaking the hold. Rather easily, Matthews puts his right arm around Spike’s head and his left between his legs, and then scoops him onto his shoulder before slamming him down to the canvas.

 

Axis: Basic, by-the-book stuff here in the opening stages of this match, although I’m curious as to why Grappler has that smile on his face, like he’s enjoying every bit of this match.

 

King: He’s trying to get as much as he can out of this, because soon enough Spike is going to have him down for the count. Hollywood has been preparing non-stop for this match, from the moment he got pinned on Crimson, to now. He will not quit until he has the Title.

 

Hollywood quickly rolls off of his back and onto his knees, so as not to be shown up by Grappler. He brings himself up and gets right back into the face of Matthews, but the European Champion simply lunges at him, and the two men lock arms in a collar-elbow tie up. Charlie easily shoves Spike down onto his back, and the crowd lets out a cheer as Jenkins slaps the mat in frustration before getting up again. Grappler lets out a laugh, as Jenkins backs into the ropes and propels off of them. Matthews extends his arm out to catch Hollywood with a clothesline, but he ducks the arm and runs to the other ropes, pushing off of them and lifting his arm into the air, catching Grappler right in the face with a running elbow. This only causes the big man to stagger back, though, so Spike runs into and off of the ropes again. However, Charlie summons the force to lift his leg up to catch Spike with a big boot, but Jenkins ducks under the leg and runs off the ropes again, this time coming back and slightly lifting himself off the canvas, sending his feet right into the back of Matthews’ knee, hitting a basement dropkick and causing Charlie to drop to his knees. Hollywood then continues his cardio respiratory workout, as he runs to the other ropes and comes back, approaching Charlie. He then slightly jumps off the canvas and brings his left leg towards Grappler’s head, catching him in the back of the head with his boot and sending him to the mat!

 

Axis: DANGEROUS WIZARD by Spike Jenkins~! It’s obvious that he’s using his speed to his advantage, and it’s sound strategy.

 

King: Not to mention the fact that after encountering Charlie on Crimson, he should know some of his mannerisms and strategy, himself.

 

Matthews rolls on the mat, holding his head in pain. However, he crawls to a turnbuckle and pulls himself up, slouching back on the buckle to regain his composure. Using this to his advantage, Jenkins goes to the opposite corner and runs out, completing a handspring before sending his boots into Matthews with the Tidal Wave…but Grappler moves out of the corner and Spike’s legs get stuck in between the middle and top rope! Hollywood hangs in a modified tree of woe, as Charlie walks over to him and lifts him up so he’s sideways. Grappler then uses a free arm to drop an elbow across Spike’s throat, dropping him out of the tree of woe and down to the mat with crushing force!

 

Axis: Would you look at that! We almost saw the same exchange that happened on Crimson, but Grappler remembered and moved out of the way!

 

King: If only Spike had been caught on the top rope…then that move Grappler did could be constituted as a top rope attack, prompting a DQ!

 

Charlie quickly scrambles on top of Spike and hooks a leg as Soapdish counts:

 

ONE!

 

Kickout~!

 

Spike rolls out of the reach of his opponent, getting to the opposite side of the ring to bring himself up. Grappler is there to meet him, though, as he grabs Jenkins’ arm and leg, hoisting him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. The fans jump to their feet in anticipation, as Matthews begins spinning around, rotation after rotation, sending Hollywood on the merry go round from hell! However, as Charlie completes the fifth rotation, Jenkins is able to shift his weight so that he drops behind Grappler, sliding down his back until he grabs his legs and falls to the mat on his back, pulling the big man down into a sunset flip as Soapdish counts!

 

ONE!

 

T-KICKOUT!

 

Matthews stumbles right up to his feet, but Hollywood leaps into the air and sends his leg around, catching Charlie right in the back of the head with an enziguri. This doesn’t drop the European champion, but it does cause him to stagger around the ring. Jenkins then hustles between the ropes, climbing to the very top…but he remembers that he’ll get disqualified, and climbs off, down to the second turnbuckle, before leaping off sideways and crashing right into Grappler, bringing him down to the mat with a cross-body block!

 

Axis: Good to see Spike Jenkins using his head, possibly for the first time in quite a while!

 

King: Oh, take your obvious bias and shove it. This type of match would keep anyone on their toes, so it’s not just Spike.

 

Right after Spike squashes Grappler with the cross-body, he gets off of his opponent and runs to the ropes, coming off of them and leaping into the air, in a sitting position, while rotating three-hundred and sixty degrees, sending his outstretched leg across Grappler’s throat with the 420 legdrop! Immediately after the leg drop connects, Jenkins moves to Charlie’s side and clamps his hand around his throat, choking the life out of him blatantly. Soapdish tries to get him to break it by utilizing the five count:

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

FIV- Spike releases the hold just in time, before getting to his feet and bringing his boot down across Matthews’ head three times. He walks into a corner and leans back in it, waiting for his opponent to get up.

 

Axis: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it looks like Spike has Grappler’s number so far in this match!

 

King: Can’t believe it? Hollywood knows what it’s like to be in a big match situation. He’s had SJL Title matches against Mak Francis, “Judge” William Hearford, and CIA…well, that last one doesn’t count, but he’s been here before.

 

Matthews finally gets to his feet in the center of the ring. As he does, Spike charges out of his corner, but Charlie begins running to meet him, as he swings his outstretched right arm and catches it right under Jenkins’ chin, sending him crashing to the mat with a DEVASTATING Lariat, causing Hollywood to do a rotation in the air before crumpling to the mat! Hastily thinking of his next move, Grappler decides to climb up to the high risk area of the BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE!

 

Axis: My God! He already took Spike’s head off with a lariat, and now he’s trying to legitimately KILL him!

 

As Jenkins groggily gets up, he turns around to see Matthews summon all of the leg strength he can muster, leaping off the bottom rope and bringing his arms into the air. He clasps his fingers together and brings the double axe-handle down across Hollywood’s head, dropping him to the canvas once again. Grappler quickly covers Jenkins with a lateral press as Soapdish counts again:

 

ONE!!

 

 

TWO-KICKOUT~!

 

Charlie picks the pile of Hollywood off the canvas and grabs his left arm, pushing him into the ropes and off of them, sending him to the other side. As Jenkins comes back, Grappler grabs him around the waist and literally throws him vertically into the air, before letting him fall unceremoniously across Matthews’ knee, crotch first with an inverted atomic drop. The King of the World stumbles backward, holding his crotch. Charlie takes advantage of this situation by running to the opposite ropes and propelling off of them, approaching Spike’s back side. He leaps into the air, grabbing Jenkins in a headlock before falling forward and driving his face to the mat with a bulldog.

 

King: Now, if Grappler was smart, he’d focus on the neck and back of Spike Jenkins. He probably couldn’t lift a 300-pound man for the Highlighter with a bad back…although, I’m sure he’d find another way to claim the title.

 

Axis: Well, you’re right in the fact that each man needs to pick a body part to work over and establish it; that’s how one of them is going to win this match.

 

As if hearing the commentary of King and Axis, Grappler keeps the headlock on Spike and squeezes tightly, trying to drain the energy out of him. However, since Jenkins is relatively fresh, he is able to roll onto his stomach and rise to his knees, where he pushes up to a standing position, albeit with the headlock still applied. To escape this, he shoves Matthews towards the ropes, pushing on the big man’s legs, eventually pushing him all the way over the top rope!

 

King: WHAT IS SPIKE DOING!? Doesn’t he know that it’s a disqualification to do that?

 

Quickly realizing his mistake, Jenkins reaches over the top rope and grabs Charlie’s leg, desperately trying to pull him back into the ring! Hollywood reaches down and grabs Matthews’ other leg, and is then able to pull the European Champion over the top rope and back into the ring. Jenkins lets go of him and turns to the crowd, wiping his brow and pointing to his head as the crowd greets him with jeers and middle fingers. Spike didn’t count on Grappler recovering so quickly, though, and as he turns around, he sees Matthews running at him, lifting his leg into the air. Charlie’s boot connects right with Jenkins’ face!

 

*CRACK*

 

“Ooooh!”

 

Axis: YAAAAAKUZA KICK!!!! Hollywood saved himself from a disqualification loss there, but got greeted by the size 16 boot of Charlie Matthews.

 

King: It’s a small price to pay to avoid losing, Axis. Could you imagine someone winning the World Title via disqualification?

 

Without going for a cover, Charlie picks Spike off the canvas and wraps his arm around his head with a front facelock. However, using his speed once again, Jenkins twists out of this and grabs a simple headlock on Matthews. Using his free arm he gives referee Nick Soapdish a slight shove, and with him distracted, Hollywood’s “trick knee” acts up, as he sends a mule kick back right into Grappler’s groin! Spike apologizes to the referee, and then takes Matthews, who is now on the canvas, and lifts him into a sitting position, before wrapping his arm around his throat with a chinlock. The crowd, trying to help Charlie make a comeback, begins a “Let’s – Go – Grappler!” chant. Jenkins will have none of it, though, telling the crowd to shut up. Hollywood gets a better idea, however, as he tells the referee to get the match time from the timekeeper. As he does this, Jenkins places his free hand on Grappler’s head, near the carotid artery, cutting off the flow of blood to the head.

 

Axis: Hey, that’s a sleeper hold! It’s illegal in this match, and I bet Spike knows it!

 

King: Of course he does! But because Nick Soapdish felt the need to check the time of the match, Jenkins decided to use that to his advantage and apply the sleeper. I see nothing wrong.

 

Grappler slowly fades away from the sleeper hold…until Nick Soapdish turns around, in which Spike Jenkins promptly releases his hand from Charlie’s head and wrenches back with the chinlock! Now, the crowd begins clapping and stomping on the floor of the arena, until the Kansas Coliseum is literally shaking. Feeding off of this adrenaline rush, Matthews powers to his knees, and then pushes up to his feet, where he sends his elbow backward into Spike’s chest once, twice, and thrice, finally breaking the chinlock as the crowd explodes! Charlie charges to the ropes and pushes off of them, but Spike Jenkins expeditiously turns to the ropes closest to him, and as Grappler comes back, leaps onto the second rope, which he springboards off of and brings his boots right into the face of the incoming European Champion, dropping him with a springboard dropkick!

 

Axis: My God! Just when it looked like Grappler was about to mount a comeback, Jenkins shuts him right back down with that springboard dropkick!

 

King: And that’s the story of this match, Axis. Spike knows he has to use his speed to keep Charlie off of his feet, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.

 

Charlie rises to his knees and tries to shake the cobwebs out, but Jenkins stops this from happening, as he stands in front of his opponent and brings his leg around, catching Matthews with two stiff kicks to the chest!

 

*SMACK*

 

*SMACK*

 

Spike then backs up, before swinging his leg around one more time and nailing Matthews with a huge kick right to the face!

 

*CRAAAACK!*

 

“Oooooh!”

 

Axis: Good lord! That was the two kick combo plus knock out kick!

 

King: What kind of name is that, Axis? Just call it what it was: the move that took Charlie Matthews OUT and lead Spike Jenkins to the SJL World Championship!

 

Spike scurries on top of Grappler and hooks his leg, pulling back on it in a tight cover as Soapdish counts:

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWOOOO!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT~!!!!!!!!

 

 

Jenkins stares at Soapdish in disbelief, thinking he had Matthews knocked out cold. Trying not to lose his cool, Hollywood brings Charlie back up to his feet, and at the speed of lightning, puts his hands on Matthews’ shoulders and pushes up, bringing himself in a sitting position on his shoulders, ready to arch back with a hurracanrana! However, at the last second, the European Champion summons the energy to place his hands on Spike’s thighs and hoist him up and over his head, as he lands on his feet behind him, and the two men now stand back to back. With Jenkins momentarily dazed, Grappler turns around and ducks under Spike’s arm, wrapping his arms around him, before arching backward and bringing Hollywood over…but he adds some extra ‘oomph’ and flips Jenkins over in mid-air, sending him down to the mat on his STOMACH with a super backdrop suplex! The crowd shows their appreciation for the move, giving it a standing ovation!

 

Axis: Wow! Would you look at the power shown there by Charlie Matthews?

 

King: Spike was just turned inside out! I hate to say this, but props to Grappler for that move.

 

Matthews presses on top of Spike and wraps both legs with one arm, pulling back into a pinning combination as Soapdish counts:

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

TWOOOO!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEKICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

The crowd gasps after the kickout, but Matthews doesn’t let his surprise show as he picks Jenkins up to his feet once again. This time, Grappler grabs Spike’s left arm with his right and ducks down, bringing him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. As Matthews seemingly goes for the Gut Check, Hollywood is able to shift his weight and drop his legs off of Matthews’ shoulders, falling behind him. He turns Charlie around, and ducks under his arm, wrapping his own around Grappler’s throat, signaling for the Highlighter! As he ducks down to lift Grappler into the air…the European Champion sends his elbow into the head of Spike, three times, breaking the hold! Jenkins stumbles for a second, and he turns around right into a boot to the gut by Grappler. With Spike doubled over, Charlie puts his head between his legs, and pumping his arms, signaling for a piledriver! He wraps his arms around Spike’s body and lifts…but Jenkins uses his arms to hold onto Charlie’s legs, preventing the move from occurring! Hollywood pulls his head out from between Matthews’ knees and quickly backs up a step, before hopping forward and bringing his leg up, catching Grappler right in the jaw with the Last Dance!

 

Axis: Out of NOWHERE, Spike Jenkins delivers the Last Dance to Charlie Matthews, and the tide may be turning yet again!

 

King: You know, if this was a normal match, it’d be an opportune time for Spike to hit a big-time top rope maneuver. But because Grappler had to inhibit Hollywood’s high-flying prowess, I blame him.

 

Matthews falls backwards like a tree, hitting the mat with a loud *THUD*. The King of the World walks to the turnbuckle…but looks to have a light bulb flash in his head, as he reaches into his pants and pulls out a cold, rock hard…

 

Axis: …pair of brass knuckles! What the hell is Spike going to do with those?!

 

Nick Soapdish immediately runs over to reprimand Jenkins, pulling the brass knuckles away. Hollywood makes a mock apology to the referee, and after making sure Soapdish isn’t looking as he hands the weapon to the timekeeper, Spike runs to the turnbuckle and leaps to the very top, before soaring off of it, pumping his arms and legs in the air and coming down across Grappler’s body with five-star impact!

 

King: THE RATINGS GRABBER~! THE RATINGS GRABBER~! Yes, it’s finally over! What an ingenuous move by Spike Jenkins!

 

Axis: Ingenuous? It was damn illegal!

 

King: Of course brass knuckles are, and that’s why Soapdish took them away. But he never saw Spike coming off the top rope, so there’s nothing wrong with that!

 

Soapdish turns around just to see Spike bounce from the impact, as he holds his stomach for a second before rolling onto Matthews, hooking a leg and pulling it back tightly. Nick drops to count as the crowd leaps to their feet, wondering if they’re going to see a new champion!

 

ONE!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

King: WHAT?! NO!! Grappler didn’t kick out! That was a judgment call by the ref, and a completely biased one, at that!

 

Axis: Even if it was, it’s only fair, because what Spike did to attain that near fall was completely illegal!

 

The roar of the crowd shakes the arena as Spike pounds the mat in frustration, asking referee Soapdish what his problem is. Jenkins picks Charlie up by the hair and brings his boot right up into his gut, doubling his larger opponent over. Hollywood then walks to the turnbuckle, where he climbs to the second rope. Facing the back of Grappler, he leaps off the rope and brings his left leg up, nailing the European Champion right in the back of the head with a scintillating kick that sends him face first to the canvas. Seeing Matthews down, Spike decides to go to the well again, as he runs to the nearest ropes and leaps onto the middle rope, before vaulting backwards off of it and completing a moonsault in mid-air, bringing his body crashing down across Charlie’s back! Matthews howls in pain, as the King of the World straddles the body of Grappler, facing his legs. He then grabs the tree trunks of the Euro champion and pulls back on them, executing his version of the elevated Boston Crab!

 

Axis: The Smoke Out! Jenkins has hit some crushing blows to the back, neck, and head of Charlie in this match and those may come into play here!

 

King: I think it’s time to see Charlie Matthews tap out for the first time, Axis. Spike is very deliberate in everything he does inside of that squared circle, and he applied this hold at exactly the right time.

 

Jenkins pulls back on the hold as Charlie shouts in pain, refusing to give up but showing the effects of the submission on his face, which is contorted into a grimace of sheer pain. The crowd, behind their old school warrior, begins a “Let’s – Go – Grappler!” chant to try and rally him to fight the hold, but it seemingly doesn’t work as Matthews looks weaker and weaker in each second of the hold. Finally, he seems to be snuffed out, as there is no movement in his body. Doing the only thing he can do, Nick Soapdish checks for the submission:

 

THE ARM DROPS ONCE!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AND THE ARM DROPS THREE TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO!! GRAPPLER RAISES HIS ARM AT THE VERY LAST POSSIBLE SECOND! The crowd is as rabid as ever, clapping and stomping to get their man to his feet. Matthews begins pounding the mat with his fists, trying to get the blood moving in his body once again. He reaches for the ropes, but seeing that he’s not even close to reaching distance, he decides to use his last remaining leg and lower back strength to push back on his legs, forcing Spike Jenkins to flip over and break the hold as the crowd roars!

 

Axis: YES! Grappler summoned one last ounce of energy to break the Smoke Out, showing that he’s not out of this fight yet!

 

King: But how badly injured is his back, after being in that hold for as long as he was? He’ll falter out soon enough, as if he’s not fatigued already.

 

Slowly but surely, Grappler crawls to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet, where Jenkins is waiting for him. Hollywood sends three left forearms into the face of Charlie, and he backs up, prepared to swing with all of his might…but Grappler grabs his arm, and pulls him forward, right into his swinging, outstretched left arm, catching him right under the chin!

 

*BOOM!*

 

Spike collapses to the canvas after the short-arm lariat, but Charlie Matthews is relentless, picking him right back up off of the canvas and ducking between Jenkins’ right arm and leg, as he hoists Hollywood into the air and turns him, bringing him right down on the dome of his head with the JUDGMENT SLAM! The crowd lets out a collective “ooh!” from the impact of the move, but Charlie shakes his head, like he isn’t done yet. He grabs Hollywood by the arm and drags him over to a corner, and Grappler climbs the ropes until he’s standing on the middle rope and resting his hands on the top. Matthews then bounces on the rope three times, building up momentum, until he kicks his legs out behind him, sailing down and bringing his 300-pounds down across the chest of Spike, nearly destroying his insides with the Old School Squash~!

 

Axis: HOLY CRAP! The force of that Vader Bomb just flattened Spike Jenkins, and this one is over!

 

Soapdish quickly drops down to count as the crowd chants along with each number.

 

ONE!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO!!!!!!!!!! SPIKE GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!

 

King: Yes!! Fantastic show of ring presence by Spike Jenkins, taking advantage of his positioning to escape the near fall! Remember what I was saying on Crimson, Axis…it’s DESTINY!

 

Axis: Destiny or not, these two men are just trying to destroy each other, doing whatever it takes to win the SJL World Heavyweight Championship!

 

Charlie Matthews bends down to pick the nearly lifeless pile of Hollywood off the canvas, but to the shock of everyone in the arena, Spike reaches up and grabs the head of Grappler, pulling it down and rolling him onto his shoulders as Soapdish drops to count the small package pin!

 

ONE!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO!!! KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!! The Kansas crowd has a collective heart attack as Grappler shoots his shoulder off the canvas. Matthews rolls onto his stomach and crawls to a corner, as Jenkins goes to the opposite corner. Both men pull themselves up at roughly the same time, as Charlie charges out of his corner, and Spike does a quick bounce, standing sideways. Both men, once in the vicinity of each other, lift their legs up, and they run into each others’ boots, as Grappler nails Spike with a Yakuza Kick right as Hollywood hits The Last Dance on Matthews!

 

*CRACK!*

 

*SMACK!*

 

Charlie and Spike collapse to the canvas, motionless due to the impact of both moves. Seeing neither man move off the canvas, Nick Soapdish begins the obligatory ten count, as the crowd chants along with each number.

 

ONE!

 

Axis: Unbelievable impact there by both men!

 

TWO!!

 

King: I wouldn’t be surprised to see both men stay down for the count!

 

THREE!!!

 

 

FOUR!!!!

 

 

FIVE!!!!!

 

 

SIX!!!!!!

 

There is finally some movement seen by both Grappler and Spike, as they roll onto their stomachs.

 

SEVEN!!!!!!!

 

 

EIGHT!!!!!!!!

 

Matthews reaches up to the middle rope, and begins to pull himself up, as Spike does the same.

 

NINE!!!!!!!!!

 

At the last second, both wrestlers rise to their feet, avoiding the double count-out situation. Fatigued, Hollywood walks towards Matthews, who staggers around one-hundred and eighty degrees to face Spike…who quickly wraps his arm around his neck and ducks under Charlie’s arm, lifting him into the air and slamming him down to Earth with AUTHORITY~!

 

Axis: THE HIGHLIGHTER~! Spike Jenkins just hit the Highlighter out of NOWHERE on Charlie Matthews!

 

King: Perfect timing! Hollywood knew how tired both he and Grappler are, and he used it to his advantage, hitting his finishing move! This is it, Axis! Destiny!

 

Spike grabs Charlie’s far leg and pulls back on it in the tightest pinning combination possible as Soapdish counts, the crowd even counting along with the pin:

 

ONE!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO!!! CHARLIE SHOOTS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE VERY LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!! The crowd explodes when they see this happen, and Spike is completely furious. Hollywood roughly pulls Charlie up by the hair, and wraps his arm around his neck once more, lifting him up in the air for ANOTHER Highlighter…but in mid-air, GRAPPLER SHIFTS HIS WEIGHT AROUND AND FLIPS SPIKE OVER WITH AN ARMDRAG!! The counter gets a round of applause, and another “Let’s – Go – Grappler!” chant fires up from the crowd. Tired, Matthews brings himself up again and grabs Spike, putting his head between his legs and wrapping his arms around his body, preparing for the Foreign Star Bomb! He flips him into the air, on his shoulders, but as he goes to sit out, Jenkins arches backwards, turning it into a hurracanrana…but Charlie holds on, preventing the counter! Grappler drops Spike to his feet, but Jenkins, ducking, brings his head up right into the groin of Matthews, giving him an undetected low blow! As Charlie doubles over in pain, Jenkins ducks behind him and wraps his arm around one of his legs, pulling him back into a schoolboy, but not before using his free hand to grab a fistful of Matthews’ tights and lift his feet up onto the second rope, all undetected by Nick Soapdish, who counts:

 

ONE!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Axis: Did he get him?! NO! How close can you possibly get? What resiliency by Matthews, escaping three combined cheating attempts by Spike Jenkins!

 

King: Cheating?! It was insurance to win the match! But it doesn’t matter; Grappler’s weakened up enough. It’s time to put him away for good.

 

The King of the World is absolutely FUMING now, getting right into the face of the referee. Jenkins shoves Soapdish, but Soapdish stands up for himself and shoves Spike right back, garnering a loud pop from the crowd! Hollywood blows him off, however, and turns around…………to see Charlie Matthews sending a boot into his gut to greet him. With Spike doubled over, Grappler wraps his arms around his body and hoists him into the air, on his shoulders, before running forward and powering him down into a sit-out position with the FOREIGN STAR BOMB!!!! Soapdish counts and everyone in the arena is standing and counting along with the pin!

 

OOOOOONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spike shoots his shoulder off the canvas…

 

 

T

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

…but it’s too late.

 

 

*DING DING DING*

 

THE CROWD EXPLODES!!!!!!

 

Axis: YES!! YES!! HE DID IT!! CHARLIE MATTHEWS JUST PINNED SPIKE JENKINS TO BECOME THE SJL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

 

King: No! That can’t be happening! Spike kicked out! And don’t say it was too late; remember earlier in the match when Soapdish made that judgment call? That’s the same thing here!

 

Axis: There were no judgment calls in this match, King, and whether you like it or not, destiny has been delayed, and Charlie “Grappler” Matthews has climbed the mountain to become the SJL Heavyweight Champion!

 

Charlie Matthews rolls off of Spike, completely exhausted, onto his back as Funyon stands up and says the sweetest words Grappler has ever heard.

 

Funyon: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER AAAND NEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWW SSSSSSJJJJJLLLLL WOOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, CHAAAAAARLIE “GRAPPLER” MAAAAATTHEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Nick Soapdish, with the SJL World and European Championships in his hands, walks over to Grappler and gives him his Championships. Charlie slowly gets to his feet, hoisting both Championships up into the air as the crowd roars! Grappler soaks in the moment, as pyro shoots out of the turnbuckles, nearly scaring him as “Eye of the Tiger” plays over the sound system.

 

Axis: WHAT A NIGHT! For Suicide King, this is Axis, good night everyone, we’ll see you on Wrath!

 

Spike Jenkins slowly retreats up the entryway, looking back at Matthews and vowing revenge in the future. But for now, there is one man on top of the Smarks Junior League.

 

His name is Charlie Matthews.

 

 

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Smarks Junior League © 2003

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[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

SUMMARY!

 

Craig McLennan gets the big win in his debut.

 

Shawn Tybalt defeats Korgath and Syndicate.

 

Breslin and Dillon are victorious in tag team action.

 

Chris Trepanier is master of the Lion's Den! Again.

 

Duran gets another win, this time over English Dragon.

 

Aecas!

 

And we have a new World champion! Who? Read the match!

Edited June 25, 2003 by Longdogger_Pete