SJL Crimson - July 17th!

July 18, 2003

BOOM!

Pyro explodes all through the Gund Arena in Cleveland, Ohio as Lebron James' new home is on fire tonight! Crimson is live and on the air, as we pass the midpoint of July! As the explosions subside, the cameras scan the crowd, various signs waving in the air:

"TODD BLESS US EVERYONE"

"TOKYO suX"

"GRAPPLER 4 PRESIDENT"

And finally, two signs placed together.

"I Went To The Dentist"

"To Fix My Urban Decay"

The camera swings around to Axis and the Suicide King, ready once again to deliver their commentary for another edition of Crimson.

"We're live at the Gund, for another edition of SJL Crimson!" Axis starts, taking a breath before continuing, "and we've got a heck of a show on tap tonight! We've got a number one contendership match for the Television Title, the first ever Hard 10 match in the history of the SJL, and in the main event tonight, two members of the newly formed Urban Decay, John Duran and Chris Trepanier will take on Manson and Viktor Tarakanov with plenty at stake! But first--"

"Wait, don't I get to talk?" King interrupts with an almost complaining tone.

"Fine, go ahead."

"Good, because these people need to be reminded that the SJL Champion, as far as we know, will not be in attendance tonight after his attack at the hands of the Urban Decay at Wrathapalooza!" King chortles before continuing. "I haven't heard such good news since I heard the Rosie O'Donnell show was going to get cancelled."

"Whichever way you cut it, King, this new stable are despicable men, but all five of them are certainly a force to be reckoned with now that they have combined their efforts."

With that said...

YEA!

KA-BOOOOOOOOOOM!

The fans leap to their feet and roar in approval as "Electra Made Me Blind" blasts throughout the Gund.

"No! This isn't his time to speak!" King protests, to no avail.

"You're right, King, we're not expecting our new commissioner Chris Raynor out here to begin the show, we were expecting the Urban Decay."

Raynor doesn't seem very happy, keeping a rather straight face but acknowledging the fans with the slapping of their hands, donning the suit once again. Raynor hops up onto the apron and enters the ring, asking Funyon for his microphone and getting it.

"I'm going to get right to the point," Raynor begins.

"Wow, no cheap pop, what a shocker," King interjects, rolling his eyes.

"Sunday night, I made it clear that John Duran was not to get anywhere near Charlie Matthews in Minneapolis." Raynor pauses, deep in thought, before continuing. "So Duran gets four of his buddies to beat down the SJL champion at the end of the show." Raynor seems to be getting a little bit more tempered as he goes along. "Well, damnit, that kind of crap isn't going to happen while I'm in charge. That's why I'm calling out the Urban Decay, right here, right now, to come down to the ring in Cleveland, Ohio--"

"Oops, spoke too soon," King says calmly as the crowd roars at the mention of their hometown.

"And we'll settle this right here, right now!" Raynor finishes, lowering the microphone to his side and awaiting the entrance of the Urban Decay.

"ON THE LEFT!"

The rap/rock beats of "March of Death" by Zack de la Rocha ring through the arena as the crowd looks to the entrance way. Five figures step through the curtain, and they are the Urban Decay. John Duran, Scott Solomon, Dominic Korgath, English Dragon, and Chris Trepanier all make their way to the ring. Duran is leading the pack down the aisle, as he extends his arms up towards the sky and gives the Ohio crowd two big middle fingers. All five members enter the ring, and Raynor seems ready and willing to whoop all of them.

"Well, now's your chance, Duran. Explain your actions and maybe I won't suspend you and all of your buddies." The crowd cheers at the thought of those five not being in the fed, especially John Duran, as Raynor tosses the stick to Duran, and John snatches it, waiting a moment before beginning.

"I only have one thing to say, Commish, and that is there is no greater satisfaction than smashing Charlie Matthews in the face with a sledgehammer." A smile crosses Duran's face as he says these words. Raynor seems to have heard enough, however, and steps up in John's face.

"You think that's funny?" Raynor half asks and half yells. "Do you think you've accomplished anything by using a weapon on a man who's beaten you cleanly in four matches?" Duran's smile fades as he hears these words. English Dragon senses that Duran is about to snap and keeps him back before "The Sinner" can attack. Raynor continues. "Let me tell you what I thought of what you did. I thought it was the most despicable, careless, and violent thing you could ever do to another human being."

The crowd cheers in their approval of Raynor's comments, but Raynor doesn't appear to be finished, putting a hand up to hold back the cheers so he can continue. "And most importantly..."

"...I LOVED IT."

"WHAT?" Axis asks, stunned. A wide smile forms on Raynor's face, and Duran does the same, extending his hand to Raynor. Raynor returns the hand with his, and the two men shake hands. The crowd is in shock for a moment, but then turn to loud boos as both Chris and Duran begin to laugh.

"This is great!" King exclaims, "I didn't know the bastard had it in him!"

"So now you all get it, don't you?" Duran asks the crowd, maintaining the wide smile on his face. "There was no restraining order. It was all lies. And you all believed it. Most importantly, Matthews believed it."

"Raynor, that son of a bitch." Axis bitingly says. "He turned his back on the fans that he earned back."

"The Commissioner realized that we have a serious problem in the SJL, and that is Charlie Matthews. That's why the Urban Decay was formed." Duran turns to his stable mates, giving them the proper spotlight. "Together, we are going to put an end to what the 'Grappler' has started, once and for all. What I couldn't do alone, combined we will break Matthews down until there is nothing left, and then we will eliminate him from the SJL."

Duran walks over to Solomon and Korgath. "Scott and Dominic." Both give an greeting nod to Duran. "Not too long ago, I was getting my ass kicked by you Korgath, and you too, Solomon. I like that. You weren't afraid to unleash an attack on me. Why should you be? Korgath, you are one big mofo, and let's just say I'm glad that you picked the right side. English Dragon," Duran points to him to acknowledge him, "you are one of the best talents the SJL has right now, and you have the potential to go far. It's a shame that without us, you'd go unnoticed. Everyone will get their due in the Urban Decay, and I guarantee that."

The crowd jeers at the thought of this, and Duran glares at the crowd for a moment before continuing. "Especially you, Chris. I'm sure you remember our match together. You damn near broke my leg. When I was thinking of who to bring to this group, who to add, you immediately came to mind. A man with your technical expertise should not be overlooked. When the five of us are together, we will become unstoppable. Chris, you and I are going to go head to head with those punks Manson and Viktor, and we're going to take our title shots. Slowly, yet surely, we WILL take over the SJL."

All four of the members nod in agreement, knowing what greatness lies ahead.

"Finally, Charlie, I advise you enjoy your time away from here. Because when you come back...you're a marked man."

Duran tosses the microphone blindly away, not even close to Funyon, and the Urban Decay line up in the middle of the ring and raise their arms in unison, along with Raynor before walking back towards the backstage area.

"I'm speechless," Axis says after a moment, in shock. "We trusted Raynor, and he turned his back on us."

"Maybe Chris isn't so bad after all," King adds, smiling. "It's good to be evil, Axis."

"More importantly, how much damage can this new group of Duran's do? I fear for the safety of our wrestlers, King, I've got a feeling that the Urban Decay can destroy the SJL."

"How is that a sad thought? I have dreams of that every night! I have the SWF Commissioner job to fall back on anyway, why should I be afraid of this crap they call a fed going under? Besides, I don't think they'll end the SJL. If anything, Duran can make the SJL better!"

"Maybe so. In any case, the show must go on. When we come back, it's Tokyo X against the newcomer Tommy Nguyen! Don't go anywhere, folks!"

Fade to commercials for the Grappler endorsing Grappler brand vitamins.

July 18, 2003

Card:

OPENING NEWBIE MATCH

"Shining Black" Tokyo X © vs. Tommy Nguyen

Description: Two grapplers from East Asia will start us off, as Tommy Nguyen debuts against the man who beat up his own homeless dad.

Rules: Countout and disqualification rules in effect.

TAG MATCH OF ENMITY

Craig McClennan & Bloodshed vs. Scott Solomon & Dominic Korgath

Description: At Wrathapalooza, we saw four men come together for a united purpose. If anyone can take them down, they're going to have to work together. Bloodshed has proven himself at the Mall Brawl, so let's pair him up with Craig McClennan, who is itching for a title shot, I'm sure. Win this, and Raynor might take notice.

Rules: Countout and disqualification rules are IN effect. I messed up guys, my bad. Consider an extension granted, and Tod, you GRANT it, that's what you do.

#1 CONTENDERSHIP - SJL TELEVISION TITLE

Todd Royal vs Michael D. Lockwood

w/ Special Guest Commentator English Dragon

Description: NEVER NO-SHOW YOUR CONTENDERSHIP SHOT, because other people will take it. But in a twist, the current TV champ will be at ringside analyzing his potential challengers.

Rules: Countout and disqualification rules are in effect. Dragon, you have the option to write a match.

HARD 10 MATCH

Danny Conklin vs Doug Sienkenwicz

Description:This match has been a mainstay of NWA:TNA of late, and I wanted to try it, so what the hell? These two are going to go for the big points!

Rules: Hardcore rules. This match is scored on points. Every hit with a foreign object is one point. Put your opponent through a table for five points. First to ten wins, but you have to win by two, so if it's 9-9, you can't win with 10-9.

TAG TEAM MATCH WITH ADDED GOODIES

John "The Sinner" Duran & Chris "Canadian Thunder" Trepanier vs Manson & Viktor Tarakanov

Description: Duran is an bad, bad man who hates Charlie Matthews and has created a group of people he can boss around. So naturally, he's paired with underling Chris Trepanier against the interesting team of Manson and Viktor Tarakanov. PS: Trepanier, why are you in the IGNWF? They suck the chrome off a doorknob, yo. PS: Zed WHY DID YOU ERASE MY WITTY LINE I MEAN I KNOW YOU HAD TO EDIT THE MATCH BUT MY LINE WAS FINE YOU COULD HAVE COPIED AND PASTED YOU DUMB NUT

Rules: HARDCORE RULES BECAUSE ZED CAN'T FUCKING SPELL! Pinfalls only count in the ring, though. THEY USED TO COUNT OUTSIDE BUT NOW IT IS A TAG MATCH AND PINFALLS DO NOT COUNT ANYWHERE EXCEPT IN THE RING... AND IN MY PANTS. If Trep and Duran win, Chris gets a Euro shot and Duran gets a shot at the world. If Tarakanov and Manson win, Manson gets a shot at the world sometime down the line, and Vik gets to pick the stip for his world title.

===== Nguyen vs Tokyo X edited in here, because I was stupid and forgot it.

The camera cuts from the SJL Crimson open to the façade of the Gund Arena, with the main advertising screen proudly displaying the Crimson logo with “Sold Out” stamped across it. The scene once again shifts, this time showing the frenzied masses gathered to pay homage to their heroes inside the arena. Some of the more creative fans display their signs, ranging form the normal “I mark out for Grappler” to the more vague “I know who Tommy Nguyen is. Do you?” to the flat out weird “ROQ TEH ANAL BILTZGREG!”

BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! BOOM!!!

Pyrotechnics fills the Gund Arena, signaling the start of another edition of Crimson, as the fans rise to their feet in anticipation of the evening’s matches.

Axis: Good evening to the multitudes, and once again welcome to the SJL Crimson, coming to you live from the Gund Arena in Cleveland, Ohio.

King: Why-o, Why-o did we ever come back to Ohio?

Axis: That’s gotta be a new record; only 43 seconds in the broadcast and you’ve already said something beyond stupid.

King: Like you could do better.

Axis: Whatever. Tonight folks we have a jammed pack card. We’ve got two extremely tense tag matches, the first Hard 10 match ever on Crimson, and some other goodies; but that’s all later in the show. To get things started we have the debut of a new SJL star, Tommy Nguyen.

King: To bad he sucks; Tokyo X should kick his ass in a matter of seconds.

Axis: Don’t tell me you’ve actually scouted some of the new talent.

King: Well no, but anybody who’s name is spelled N-G-U-Y-E-N and pronounced more like Gwen can’t be worth a damn in the ring.

Axis: Whatever. Looks like everything is ready with Funyon so…

The camera rotates, showing Funyon, standing in yet another of his fine tuxedos, in the middle of the ring, microphone in one hand and a 3x5 card palmed in the other.

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to S-J-L Crimson. The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first. Making his SJL debut, weighting in at one hundred and eight four pounds, from Seattle Washington…. Tommy Nguyen.

The crowd pops, not a huge Grappler like pop but a pop none the less, as Rage against the Machine’s “No Shelter” starts up; the heavy bass groove pulsating through the arena’s sound system, building until it is drowned out by Tom Morello’s guitar. At which point every light within the Gund is flipped on for a brief second. Tommy Nguyen’s name flashes upon the Smarktron, as the man himself appears, glad in his black pants, and makes his way down the ramp greeting the few fans that seem to know who he is.

King: How tall is this guy again?

Axis: Five foot ten inches.

King: Hmmm, isn’t there some kind of height requirement to wrestle in the SJL? You know like at the theme parks to ride the roller coasters.

Tommy slides into the ring, strides over to one of the far corners and starts rolling his neck and shoulder trying to keep everything loose before the match.

Funyon: And his opponent, from Osaka Japan weighting in at two hundred and twenty six pounds…”Shining Black” Tokyo X.

The house lights dim as “Tank” by Seo Taiji blares from the speakers, drawing a mix of boos and hisses from the masses. As the chorus starts Tokyo X works his way down the ramp, threatening those fans nearest to the ramp. Closer to the ring he spots a young girl holding an “Nguyen OWNZ J00!” sign, snatching the red poster board form the girl, to her father’s dismay, X tears the sign in half, then half again, then again, and again. Satisfied with his handiwork, and the young girl’s tears, Tokyo X steps into the ring.

King: Why did he have to do that? That poor little girl must have worked hours on that sign, and that…that…A-hole had to tear it to shreds. (In his best JR voice) Just who in the hell does he think he is?

Axis: He’s “Shining Black” Tokyo X. Didn’t you listen to Funyon. Shesh, and to thinkn they pay you for this!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Both men, who had stayed near their corners awaiting the bell, approach the center of the ring, each eying the other caustically. The wrestlers lock up in the center on the ring; Tokyo lashing out with is left foot, catching Tommy in the gut, and whips him into the ropes. Off the rebound Nguyen slides under a kick attempt from X coming to a stop behind him, kip ups and fires off a right-footed blast aimed at Tokyo X’s head. Unfortunately for Tommy, Tokyo is waiting for him, and catches the kick under his left arm. Shining Black smiles boastfully while he decides how to best pain his opponent, but takes a fraction of a second two long as Tommy’s left foot slams into the side of his head…

King: What a ferocious Enziguri from Tommy Nguyen. Tokyo X may have a size advantage but he may not be able to keep up with the faster Nguyen.

Axis: King, ever heard the saying; “A man from Osaka is always better then a short scrub.”

King: Uhm. No I’ve never heard that one before Axis.

…taking advantage of a downed opponent, Tommy turns his back on Tokyo and flips up into the air, executing a Standing Moonsault; but as he returns to the mat he finds that Tokyo X has rolled out of the way…

SPALT!

Axis: Opps, that’s gotta suck.

…picking up the stunned Nguyen, Tokyo X applies a face lock, and whips his opponent over in a vicious snap suplex. Like some kind of predatory bird, Shining Black waits for Tommy’s head to stop swaying, then drills home a kick to the back of Nguyen’s brain pan. As Tommy collapses onto his back, Shining Black takes the opportunity to try and stomp Nguyen’s head through the ring. As the ref warns Tokyo X about the illegal nature of his actions, X just shoves him away and wasting no time; Tokyo hooks Tommy’s left leg and goes for the pin…

One!

Axis: See it’s already over. Told you Tommy In-guy-in sucks.

Tw…no Tommy kicks out…

King: Is Nguyen, nimrod. And it appears that the match is still on.

…Tokyo hauls Nguyen to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Off the rebound, Tommy ducks a clothesline attempt, bounces of the opposite set of ropes and runs under a leaping X, comes off the ropes he was originally sent into, returns along his original path, takes flight and drives Tokyo X to the mat with a Cross Body Block. Lifting Shining Black off of his back, Tommy whips him into a corner, and as Tokyo X staggers away from the turnbuckle Nguyen spins him around, clasps his arms round Tokyo’s waist, lifts him up and drops the Japanese wrestler onto his knee.

King: Inverted Atomic Drop. Looks like Nguyen may be able to string together some offense here.

Axis: Yeah whatever, wake me when the real matches start…(under his breath) F-in’ noobs.

…as X falls to the crumbles to the mat, Tommy shots up the turnbuckle, briefly pausing at the top then leaps into the air, rotating one and a half times before connecting with the back of his thigh across Shining Black’s chest. Taking a quick breath to clear the fuzz, Tommy moves in for the pin…

King: A 450 Leg Drop from Tommy Nguyen.

One!

Axis: Big whoop, everybody’s using that move these days.

Two!

…and Tokyo gets a shoulder up. Once again Nguyen pulls X up of the canvas, this time applying a standing head scissors. Pausing for a split second, the hoist X up onto his shoulders, leaving him set, primed and ready for a Face First Powerbomb; but Shining Black has other plans. Driving his knuckles into Tommy’s forehead, Tokyo forces him onto his back. Seizing the advantage, X picks his opponent up, and whips him into the furthest turnbuckle. Following Nguyen, Tokyo once again grabs his opponent’s arm and this time whips him into the ropes; as Tommy recoils off the ropes and returns toward his point of origin, and an awaiting Shining Black. Who drops him face first into the mat with a Drop Toe Hold, which is quickly followed up with an Elbow Drop…

King: Good reversal by Tokyo X, who looks to have swung the momentum his way.

Axis: Told you so. This match is his-tor-ee!

…after which X rolls Nguyen over steps over his right leg, grabs Tommy’s left leg, sets and turns; looking in a textbook Sharpshooter. Although his face is racked by pain, Tommy is able to spy the ropes only inches away; and starts to crawl toward them…

King: If Tommy can get to the ropes, Tokyo X will have to break the hold.

Axis: He’d get there a lot quicker if he weren’t so short. And you know what they say about short guys. The have small…

King: Have you been looking at the guys in the shower again!?!

Axis: Uhmm….NO! Call the damn match; it is your job you know.

…Tommy continues to inch closer to the ropes, as X continues to wrench on Nguyen’s legs. Knowing that he can’t take the pain much longer, Tommy makes a final dive for the bottom rope, and clinches his hand around it. The referee immediately pops up and tells Tokyo X to break the hold, to which X gives him the fuck off stare. Once again the ref taps X signaling that he’ll DQ him if he doesn’t break the hold. Reluctantly Shining Black lets go of Nguyen’s legs, then rises to bark a few obscenities at the ref; during which Tommy gingerly rises to his feet…

King: X held that Sharpshooter a good twenty seconds after Tommy got the ropes.

Axis: Maybe the ref should have told him to break the hold in Japanesse.

King: Somehow I don’t think that would have worked either.

…satisfied with the ass-chewing his given the ref, Tokyo turns to find his opponent and step right in to a Super Kick. Although stunned Tokyo manages to keep his feet, but Tommy pushes him into the nearest corner; where he starts to unleash a torrent of kicks, fists and elbows. Each time the debuting star lands a particularly savage blow the crowd pops a little louder until they are in a near frenzied state…

King: What an awesome series of attacks by Tommy Nguyen. He’s really working Tokyo X over in that corner.

Axis: So what. He can link together some simple moves, it’s not like he’s the next Sacred or anything. Damn newbie.

…as Tommy lands a straight-arm palm strike to X’s mid-section the crowd is ready to explode; and Nguyen obliges them driving his forehead into Shining Black’s nose. The crowd goes nuts as the man from Japan stumbles out of the corner, his small trickle of blood running from his nose. Watching as Tokyo X stumbles around for a few seconds, Tommy waits till the right time then scampers up the to the top rope and jumps off aiming his elbow at X’s shoulder. Crunch! Landing on his feet, Tommy gleefully watches Shining Black fall lack a sack of flour to the mat. Satisfied with the distance from the corner, Tommy once again perches himself atop the turnbuckle and leaps into the darkened arena’s sky…

…twisting…

…falling…

KER-SPALT!!!

…bouncing…

King: Tommy Nguyen went for the N-Tron Bomb, but Tokyo X just, and I mean just, rolled out of the way.

Axis: Silly neophyte.

King: Check out the big brain on Axis.

…Tommy grabs his lower back, howling in pain, as Tokyo X staggers to his feet. Seizing the advantage Tokyo X stomps the back of Tommy’s head, then follows that up with a second stomp then reaching down X pulls the visibly shaken Nguyen up form the mat. Wasting little time Shining Black wraps an arm around the hunched over Tommy’s head, and with a little help from a handful of tights sends Nguyen’s head to the mat with a hellacious DDT. Forgoing a pin attempt, Tokyo X hauls Tommy Nguyen up to his feet, sets his shoulder under Nguyen’s chin, and falls to the unforgiving mat…

King: Koji Cutter on the rookie, this is got to be it.

…X moves in for the cover hooking a leg for good measure, and…

One!

Two!!

Th…not to be, as Tommy manages to get a shoulder up. Desperately trying to regain some advantage, Nguyen sends a left towards Tokyo X’s head, only tot have the punch block and a right jab from Black sent back into Tommy’s face. Grabbing a hold of his victims right leg, Shining Black pulls the young Nguyen towards the center to the ring. Once happy that the ropes are all clearly out of reach, X once again steps over Tommy Nguyen’s right leg, looking to end it all with the second Sharpshooter of the bout. But the Seattle native has other ideas, just before Tokyo X can turn the hold over Tommy reaches up, grabs one of Shining Black’s hair spikes, and using it as leverage lifts his body of the mat and connects with a left cross to X’s temple. As the ref separates the two, and warns Nguyen about hair pulling, Tokyo staggers towards the corner. Side stepping the ref and wasting little, Tommy grabs a hold of one of Tokyo X’s arms and sends him running at the ropes; but instead of letting go keeps a firm grip on Shining Black’s wrist and at the apex of his arm’s length pulls Tokyo X back towards his waiting knee…

Axis: The match should be over, Tommy Nguyen cheated. Nobody can deny it he pulled Tokyo X’s hair.

King: Whatever, dude.

…keeping a hold of Shining Black’s arm to keep him from collapsing, Tommy leaps up, hooks a leg behind Tokyo X’s neck and drives him face first into the unforgiving mat, generating a loud pop from the fans. With Shining Black dazed from the Fame-Ass-Er, Tommy bounces his way atop, his feet only touching the ropes, the nearest turnbuckle, and without pausing jumps off executing a picture perfect corkscrew Senton bomb…

King: Little Tommy Nguyen connects with the N-Trom bomb!

…still laying on Tokyo X’s back, Tommy reaches over and pins his opponents left arm to the mat…

One!

Two!!

Thre…

Axis: Not to be, as Shining Black kicks out.

…both men rise to their feet and exchange shots. Tokyo X connecting with a flurry of right hands to Tommy’s rid cage, while Nguyen connects with a couple of heavy elbows to Shining Blacks upper chest and shoulders. The men continue to go toe to toe with each other as the thousands in the Gund start to lose their minds, driving the two combatants onward. Just as it seems the two could beat on each other forever, Tokyo X lands a left footed strike to the back of one of Tommy’s knees and immediately pounces upon the opportunity it presents him. Extending an arm to grab his opponent by the back of his neck, Tokyo X brings across his body and towards the turnbuckle. Sensing the danger he is in, Nguyen drives an elbow into X’s midsection. Snatching the wrist behind his head and twisting it in a most unnatural direction, Tommy doubles Tokyo X over and after a few elbows to the back of his head, puts the Shining one in a head scissors, locks his hands around X’s midsection, lifts him up into the air, and falls forward dropping all of his weight on Tokyo X’s face…

King: Face First Piledriver from Tommy Nguyen. If the kid had learned anything tonight he’ll go for the pin now.

Axis: That’ll be the day, a Raynor signed newbie learning something. Ha! Don’t make me laugh.

…moving like a possessed monkey on speed, Tommy moves over towards Tokyo X’s left arm, grabs a hold of his wrist, applies a scissors lock around Tokyo’s arm; and with all of his weight rolls towards X’s head using the bigger man’s bulk against him…

King: Suicide Dreams! Tommy Nguyen has Tokyo X locked up in the Suicide Dreams.

Axis: What the --? Is that even legal?

…the ref slides over towards Tokyo X’s face just in time to see him pound the mat furiously…

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner…Tommy Nguyen.

After Funyon raises his hand, Tommy salutes the crowd, slides out of the ring, and practically dances up the ramp, celebrating with all the fans along the way.

King: And Tommy Nguyen records a win in his first match in the SJL. He started off slowly but really seemed to put things together when it mattered the most.

Axis: To bad he still sucks so much. He should have ended this match minutes ago. He ain’t ever going to amount to nothing here.

King: Since a double negative equals a positive, you’re saying the Tommy Nguyen is a rising star. Right Axis?

Axis: No I’m not damnit! Go to commercial, now!

Edited July 18, 2003 by realitycheck

July 18, 2003

As Crimson returns from commercial, a shot of the entire arena is captured from a lone camera hanging from the ceiling. Pointing straight down, the feeling of an almost insignificance is felt by the viewers at home. But those in the arena have a completely different feeling, as they have no idea what exactly could happen in the next matchup.

The camera cuts to Axis and King, who seem abruptly silent. Axis even gulps a bit as he stares off behind King’s back and toward the entrance way.

King: What are you looking at?

Axis: Well…the next match is pretty…odd…don’t you think?

King: What do you mean?

Axis: Well Bloodshed…and…and…Craig…they…they…they hate each other…

King: And??

Axis: How are they even going to comp-

Suddenly the hard sound of static echoes through the arena, and a familiar voice is heard. The SmarkTron shows Bloodshed standing just behind the curtain, wearing what his fast becoming his favorite piece of headgear…a wireless headset.

Bloodshed: Hey guys…I’m back!

King: Oh no…not this again…

Bloodshed: You see, Me and Craig don’t exactly get along. In fact, we pretty much hate each other…ain’t that right, Craig?

From off screen a mumble is heard.

Bloodshed: Exactly…so I went to Commish Raynor and we worked out a little plan for our match…and thankfully Craig seems to like this idea…

Axis: Oh you can’t mean…

Bloodshed: Introducing…the F…A….T!

King: The WHAT?!

Suddenly Craig busted through, pushing Bloodshed out of the way. Another camera catches Bloodshed roll into the entranceway. Craig is still on the SmarkTron as Bloodshed walks to the ring.

Craig: The F.A.T….The Fighting Announce Team!

Axis/King: Oh you have to be kid-

Craig: Now…HIT MY MUSIC!

“Feuer Frei” by Rammstein EXPLODES, causing Bloodshed to jump slightly, as Craig finally comes through the curtain and begins his walk to the ring.

King: First Bloodshed and Spike…and now Bloodshed and CRAIG? Where can this go…

Axis: If he gets Cutthroat…

King: Don’t even joke about that!

Bloodshed and Craig can be heard snickering as they hit the ring. Before they can even get a feel for the surroundings…

*GONG*

MY WAY……OR THE HIGHWAYYYYYYYYYYYYY….

The lights drop out, elicting a bit of a squeal from Bloodshed, and as the lights turn back on a few seconds later, the crowd and the F.A.T. find Scott Solomon and Dominic Korgath standing in the ring, looking right at them.

Axis: Well that was different…

King: This whole match is pretty different…wouldn’t you say?

Axis: I just did, King…

Korgath and Solomon look at each other for a moment, and Dominic decides to take a place on the apron. Scott smacks his hands together and jumps around a bit, while across the ring Bloodshed and Craig are bitching at each other…

Bloodshed: I’m not starting!

Craig: Don’t make me burn you, boy!

Bloodshed: Screw you, Popstar!

Craig: Popstar?! Why I oughta…

Craig punches Bloodshed in the face, prompting Sexton Hardcastle to get involved and push Craig to the apron. Bloodshed looks angry at Hardcastle’s decision, but that quickly turns to a smile and he begins to circle the ring.

Hardcastle looks at the four men and stares at the ceiling for a moment, a scene which is captured perfectly by the ceiling cam, as the look on Hardcastle’s face is a complete “What in the….” as he signals for the bell to be rung and this match to begin.

*RING RING RING*

King: I’m hoping their mics are muted when they are in the ring, we don’t need to hear grunts and groans from these two…

Craig: They are, King…I don’t want to hear Bloodshed that much either. Haven’t you noticed that once he stares talking he just talks and talks and talks and –

King: We get the point…

Bloodshed and Solomon go at each other, and a quick tie up results. Both men being pushing hard at each other and the balance of power shifts back and forth a few times, with each man gaining a few steps on the other before a bit of a comeback occurs.

Craig: Damn you! Push you bleeding bastard!

Suddenly Solomon pushes hard, and Bloodshed stumbles back and bounces off one of the neutral turnbuckles. As he comes back out Solomon is ready and hits Bloodshed with a quick rolling powerslam.

1….

Bloodshed pushes out quickly, a bit stunned from the quick pin attempt. The look on Craig’s face is priceless, his mouth hanging open.

Craig: I should’ve started!

King: You should’ve kept kicking that guy’s ass…

Craig: Yeah!

Axis: Shouldn’t you be working together?

Craig: Oh…we aren’t losing…or should I say…I’M not losing…

Bloodshed has regained his footing and gives a dead stare to Craig as that last line leaves his mouth. Craig smiles and points across the ring, and as he spins Solomon bursts through a quick spear, taking Bloodshed down once more. Solomon is on his feet quickly and he gives Bloodshed another good kick to the upper back.

Craig: That soooooo looked like it hurt…

As Solomon walks over to tag out, he smiles at Craig and points at him. Craig just smiles back as Korgath comes in the ring.

Axis: What was that?!

Craig: He did a good job, Ax…

Axis: But that was your partner!

Craig: Like I said…I’m still going to win…

Korgath moves slowly toward Bloodshed, who is working his way to his feet, and as he gets to one knee Korgath gives ‘Shed a hard knee to the shoulders that sends Bloodshed toward the ropes and drapes his body over the second rope.

Craig walks across the apron to Bloodshed and gives him a slightly tough pat on the back.

Craig: Good job, buddy…keep it up in there!

Bloodshed groans audibly as Craig walks back to the corner and Korgath lifts Bloodshed to his feet. Korgath whips Bloodshed to the ropes and as he bounces off Korgath hits a quick (for his size anyway) hip toss. Bloodshed flies over and bounces off the mat hard. Craig’s smile gets bigger.

Korgath again lifts Bloodshed up, but instead of doing any more damage Korgath actually carries ‘Shed to the corner, but Craig just smiles and throws his hands up.

Craig: No thanks…

Axis: NO THANKS?!

Craig: Yeah…I’m not messing with that guy…I’m having too much fun watching…

Korgath pulls Bloodshed back to the middle of the ring, even as Bloodshed tries to pull himself away and get to the corner. Korgath can be heard to be almost laughing as he picks Bloodshed up and drops his down with a backbreaker.

Craig: Oooo…nice backbreaker from Dominic there…

King: Good call, Craig…good call…

Bloodshed rolls on the mat a bit and decides to roll to the outside. He falls against the barricade for support as Korgath rolls out of the ring and Solomon jumps down from the apron. Craig makes no move to stop them as they begin to pound on Bloodshed’s back and neck with punches and elbows as Sexton tries desperately to break them up while hanging out of the ring.

Craig: Leave them alone ref…this is fun!

Axis: Good grief…

Craig: …

Finally Solomon walks away, leaving Korgath to toss Bloodshed back in the ring. Bloodshed works to stand up as Korgath climbs the steps. As Korgath enters the ring, a burst of adrenaline fires out of Bloodshed as he jumps and dives toward Craig and slaps his hand, which was sitting by his side. Craig is dumbfounded.

Craig: What the hell!?

Hardcastle signals for Craig to get in the ring.

Craig: No…screw you!

Again, Hardcastle signals and begins to threaten him with a DQ. This seems to catch Craig’s attention as he jumps in the ring quickly to save the match. Before he turns to Korgath he kicks Bloodshed in the ribs, causing him to roll off the apron and to the floor. Bloodshed’s mic turns on just as he hits the floor.

Bloodshed: Guhhh…

King: Eww…

Bloodshed: Shut…up….you…

Axis: Now now…we don’t need that!

King: Yeah…bite me, blood boy!

Bloodshed doesn’t respond as Craig tries to take Korgath down with a standing dropkick. Korgath steps backwards a bit but doesn’t drop. Craig tries the dropkick once more, and again he only steps back a bit. Finally Craig has had enough and yells at Korgath to tag out.

Axis: It seems Craig is a bit out of his league here…

Bloodshed; Guhhh…ha…ah…ha…ha…ha…

King: Shut up!

Korgath relents to Craig’s demands and tags out, bringing a smiling Solomon in. Scott walks to Craig, who is also showing a smile, and the two men shake hands.

Axis: This is odd…

Suddenly Craig pulls Solomon in and arm drags him over, and as Solomon gets back to his feet his smile has faded and a look of anger has appeared. Solomon rushes Craig, but Craig once again arm drags him over, and Solomon is getting angrier by the moment. In the background, Bloodshed can be seen finally reaching the apron and getting to his feet, holding himself up with the top turnbuckle.

Bloodshed: Hey…uhhh…guys…

Axis: You okay?

Bloodshed: I’ll be…gahhh…fine…uggghhh…

King: Just keep quiet for a while, I don’t need to hear your pain…

Solomon again comes in and as Craig goes for a third arm drag Solomon is able to block, hooking his ‘trapped’ arm under Craig’s and using his free hand to grab Craig around the neck and lift him up to a standing position, before pulling away from the hold and hitting Craig with a quick poke to the eyes, which Sexton tries to discourage, but can not interfere before Solomon wrenches in a waistlock and hits Craig with a stiff belly-to-back suplex.

Bloodshed: Yeah…now you know how I feel!

King: Calm down you freak!

Bloodshed: …

King: Yeah…you are a freak!

Solomon goes for a quick pin…

1….

2…. Kickout from McClennan!

Bloodshed smacks the top turnbuckle as Craig rolls toward the ropes and begins to get to his feet, but Solomon catches him at the second rope with a knee to the face, popping Craig up a bit quicker and allowing Solomon to hook in another waistlock and toss Craig over with a strong Release German Suplex!

Bloodshed: Yes!

Craig barely moves before Solomon is back to his feet and standing over Craig, grabbing his legs and twisting them around his own before rolling over and locking his neck into an STF!

King: STF!

Axis: But look at Bloodshed!

Bloodshed comes rushing in the ring and connects with a knee to Solomon’s back before Craig can tap out. As Solomon rolls off Craig, Bloodshed gives his partner a quick kick to the back to repay the one he received earlier. Craig rolls out of the ring, causing Scott to follow quickly. Hardcastle starts a count as Scott lifts Craig up and begins connecting with punches.

The camera changes to catch Solomon just as he lifts Craig up and drops him neck first over the barricade, but in the background Bloodshed can be seen knocking Korgath off the apron and climbing out of the ring.

Bloodshed: Hey Scott!

Solomon turns around as Bloodshed comes off the apron with a diving elbow that sends Scott rolling back and almost into Craig, who has just regained a bit of his senses.

Craig: Come on…you want to win this…get him!

Bloodshed: Yeah!

Bloodshed and Craig shake hands and rush Scott, lifting him up and turning before running full force and slamming Solomon back first into the apron. Solomon groans a bit as Korgath rounds the steps and grabs Bloodshed by the hair, pulling him away from Solomon and Craig just as Craig tosses Solomon in the ring.

Axis: This match has gone crazy!

King: It’s always been crazy…we’ve got a bleeder!

King: …doing commentary!

Solomon is able to reach his feet just as Craig comes back in the ring. On the outside a second camera catches Korgath whipping Bloodshed into the stairs. His body bounces off violently and another grunt of pain can be heard.

King: That is disturbing!

Inside the ring…Craig and Solomon are once again circling each other…

And the lock up. Solomon takes McLennan down with a drop toe-hold. Solomon quickly springs back to his feet, and lifts McLennan up by the hair. He lets loose with a booming chop that echos through the arena, as the crowd responds with a hearty "WHOOO!". Another chop, another "WHOOO!", And another, and another, and another, until McLennan has been driven back into the corner. Solomon Irish Whips him to the opposite corner, and charges in with a big clothesline, nailing McLennan across the throat.

Meanwhile, on the outside, Bloodshed has recovered, and slowly makes his way to his corner. But just as he reaches out to tag McLennan, Solomon pulls McLennan away form him. Solomon Whips McLennan into the ropes, and on the bounceback lifts him up, turns him, and nearly drives him through the mat with a tremendous powerslam! Solomon goes for the cover.

1...

2...

No!

Solomon slaps the mat in frustration, and picks up McLennan again.

King: Solomon is getting frustrated here, that can't help his game plan!

Axis: Very true, King.

Solomon whips McLennan into the ropes now, but McLennan reverses! Solomon comes off the ropes, as McLennan leaps into the air, and wraps his legs around Solomon's neck... and is driven into the ground with a powerbomb! Solomon covers him!

1...

2...

No! Bloodshed breaks it up with a baseball slide to Solomon's ribs!

Axis We almost had a winner, there, King!

King: Yeah, but thankfully Bloodshed was able to prevent that.

In the ring, McLennan is up, shouting at Bloodshed.

King: Looks like McLennan didn't feel he needed Bloodshed's help.

Axis: And McLennan takes Bloodshed down with a right hand!

King: Oh my God! That was sick! I think he might have caved in Bloodshed's skull with that right hand! DId you hear that crack!?

Axis: And Bloodshed is bleeding! He's busted wide open!

King: Big surprise there...

Bloodshed is down in the corner. Solomon, who has recovered by now, grabs McLennan from behind, spins him around, and whips him into the opposite turnbuckles. He charges in, but McLennan gets his boots up into Solomon's face. McLennan drapes Solomon's arm across his neck, and tries to lift him, but the suplex attempt is blocked. Solomon Lifts McLennan up, and crotches him on the top rope!

Axis: WHat's Solomon gonna do here?

King: I don't know, but he might go for that Frankensteiner move he likes...

Axis: It always amazes me that a guy as big as Solomon can pull a cruiserweight maneouvre like that off!

Solomon has now made his way to the top turnbuckle, and he is attempting to pull McLennan up to his feet... No! McLennan with a low-blow!

Axis: Low-blow! That should be a disqualification! WHy didn't the referee call it?

King: The ref's back is turned, he's still trying to get Bloodshed out of the ring!

McLennan slides underneath Solomon's legs, and shakes the ropes! Solomon falls down onto the turnbuckles!

King: I feel sorry for whoever's dating Solomon right now... the weekend just became less promising for the both of them.

McLennan now climbs to the top, behind Solomon...

King: I think we're gonna see...

Axis: The Explosion!

King: Bingo!

McLennan wraps his legs around the head of Solomon, and falls backwards into the ring, driving Solomon Head-first into the mat, with neck-breaking force!

Axis: Solomon has rolled to the wrong corner of the ring! McLennan is coming after him! He goes for the cover!

1...

2...

3!

Axis: It's over!

King: No it's not! Bloodshed tagged himself in before the ref's hand went down! And Bloodshed just gave McLennan a mighty kick right between the eyes!

Axis: Bloodshed returning the favour to McLennan...

Bloodshed lifts up Solomon, and sets him up for a Styles Clash! He jumps into the air, bringing Solomon down face-first! He quickly turns it into a Texas CLoverleaf, applying heavy pressure on the back of Solomon!

Axis: WIll Solomon tap?

King: Yes, he will, watch!

Korgath comes through the ropes, and runs over to Bloodshed, looking to break up the hold... but McLennan is up top to meet him with a missile dropkick!

King: Korgath is down! Korgath is down!

Axis: Solomon tapped! Solomon tapped!

Both: McLennan and Bloodshed win!

McLennan rolls to the outside. He looks under the ring for something... and pulls out two tables!

Axis: Business is about to pick up!

King: I think I've heard that line before... I can't place it, though...

McLennan sets up the tables, stacking one on top of the other, and goes into the ring to fetch Korgath. He puts Solomon on the upper table, then goes back into the ring and does the same for Korgath, placing him on the bottom table. He climbs to the top and gets ready to jump, then... gets off the turnbuckle. He spies Bloodshed in the ring, still recuperating from the grueling matchup.

Axis: I think McLennan just had a lightbulb go off in his head, King.

McLennan drags Bloodshed up to the top rope, but is crotched as he reaches the top! Bloodshed slowly climbs up to the top with him, and sets him up for a top-rope powerbomb!

King: McLennan's career is over if Bloodshed hits this.

Axis: Not to mention Solomon and Korgath!

Bloodshed lifts McLennan up, and throws him down! But at the last moment, McLennan leans backwards, bringing Bloodshed down into Solomon and the top table~! That table breaks, and Solomon's, the first table's, Bloodshed's, and Korgath's weight proves to be too much for the bottom table to handle, as it implodes, senting splinters flying around at ringside.

Axis: Oh My God! McLennan counters with the top-rope Hurricanrana! And McLennan lays down some smack talk on Bloodshed!

McLennan: And remember THAT when you decide to screw with me!

McLennan Lays into Bloodshed with a series of stomps, before an entourage of referees arrive to escort him to the back.

Axis: Well, that was certainly a spectacle, wouldn't you say, King?

King: Definitely. McLennan and Bloodshed will get their hands on each other in an actual match eventually, and the one who wins is probably going to hav a lot of battle scars... And the loser might not even have a career.

Axis: That may end up happening, but it's best not to think about it that way. Speaking of "thinking", we'd like you, the fans of the SJL, to "think" about purchasing some of the fine products and/or services advertised in the following advertisements!

King: And if you don't, Big Frankie will use your arms for a toothpick.

Axis: Big Frankie!?

King: Business associate, Axis. Business Associate.

Axis: Suuuure...

King: Say, would you like to meet Frankie?

Axis: Uhhh, no, no, that's okay, hehehe... (under breath) C'mon, cut to a commercial, dammit!

July 18, 2003

As we come back from commercial, the Gund is rocking with the SJL hometown faithful. The rowdy crowd is on their feet and cheering the SJL homecoming as the camera pans the upper deck and swings down to the announce position where Axis and Suicide King sit, an empty chair between them.

Axis: Welcome back to Crimson! We’re back at home where we belong, the Gund Arena in Cleveland, and we’re still wading through the aftermath of Wrathapalooza II.

King: That’s right, and coming up next we’ll be joined by a man who persevered through a brutal ladder match to retain his title in Minneapolis…English Dragon.

Axis: He’ll be out here to scout his next challenger, either Michael D. Lockwood or his opponent from Wrathapalooza, Todd Royal…

Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome…the special guest commentator for the next match…and the TWO TIME Defending SJL WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!….ENGLISH DRAGON!!!!

The crowd boos at the mention of Dragon’s name, and takes it up another notch as “Land of Hope and Glory” plays over the loudspeaker. The curtain parts and English Dragon steps to the entrance ramp, dressed in a casual shirt and slacks; a red, white and gold mask and the SJL Television Title around his waist. The champion politely waves at the crowd, much to their chagrin, before taking his seat at the commentary table.

Axis: It’s a pleasure to be joined by the one and only TV Champion, English Dragon.

Dragon: The pleasure is all yours I’m sure…

Funyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit, and is to determine the #1 Contender to the SJL World Television Championship…Announcing first, from Chappaqua, New York…weighing in at 201 pounds….MICHAEL D. LOCKWOOD!!!

King: Here comes the picture of class and professionalism, Michael D. Lockwood, looking to make his first major impact here in the SJL by earning himself a shot at the Television Title.

Dragon: Yes, I hear that Mr. Lockwood is a Harvard graduate, which I’m told is the American equivalent to a poor man’s Oxford. At least the man is educated.

Axis: Well, Lockwood is definitely an intelligent man, but also a violent and dangerous one, a trait that has sometimes cost him here in the SJL.

The crowd boos as Ornette Coleman’s “The Face of the Bass” plays over the Gund PA system. The curtain parts and Michael D. Lockwood slowly steps through. In addition to his tights, he is wearing a red silk shirt with “MDL” monogrammed on the left breast, and a maroon and tan sweater is tied about his neck. Focused, he marches towards the ring, pausing only at the base of the ramp to smirk at the fans before turning and calmly entering the ring through the top and middle ropes.

Funyon: And his opponent…Accompanied to the ring by Megan Skye….from San Diego, California….weighing in at 220 pounds….TODD ROYAL!!!

Axis: And the man who came up just short of taking the TV belt at Wrathapalooza, Todd Royal, making his way to the ring now as well.

Dragon: Yes, and opposed to his opponent, Mr. Royal is an uncivilized brute, and a disgrace to the sport of grappling.

King: Uh…I’ve always liked the guy…

Axis: And THAT tells you everything you need to know about that situation.

The crowd’s jeer-fest continues as Skye parts the curtain and reveals Todd Royal, a black “TODD LOVES ME” vest over his shoulders and several layers of white medical tape around his ribs. Royal removes his blue trimmed sunglasses and glares at the crowd before turning his stare to the commentary table. Megan gently pulls Royal forward, and he slides into the ring- raising his fists at the crowd.

Axis: Royal’s ribs are heavily taped from the ladder match with English Dragon. Royal took quite a beating during the match, and a missed Shooting Star Press along with a brutal Dragon Driver contributed to the condition of his midsection tonight.

In the ring, referee Anthony Michael Hall checks both competitors boots and tights for foreign objects, discarding Royal’s vest and Lockwood’s class ring, despite adamant protests from both sides. As Todd takes an early break to towel off and Lockwood slowly removes his expensive silk shirt, Hall signals for the start of the match.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Circling each other, Royal and Lockwood converge in the middle of the ring and hook into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. See-sawing back and forth in an attempt to get an advantage, the competitors bounce off one set of ring ropes before Royal gets an advantage and spins out into a standing arm-bar. Lockwood attempts to power out of the hold, but cannot break Todd’s clasped hands apart. Trying to force his way out by other means, Lockwood somersaults forward. Royal rolls with him however, and comes down in a sitting arm-bar.

Dragon: Todd Royal taking Michael Lockwood down in the centre of the ring with an arm-bar, Obviously trying to boost his low self esteem by maintaining the advantage early on in the match…

Axis:…

King: Awesome. Axis, you can leave now, I think we’ve finally found a suitable replacement.

Lockwood works his way back to a standing position and tosses Royal forward into the ropes. Lockwood hit’s the opposite ropes and looks for a clothesline, but Todd ducks the arm, spins around, and hits an arm drag. Spinning back into an arm-bar, Royal smirks at the crowd and grinds his elbow into the back of Lockwood’s neck. Still fighting to break the hold, Lockwood backs Todd into the corner. Lockwood gathers his breath and fires off a STIFF shin kick to the ribs. Royal immediately breaks the hold and doubles over in pain as Lockwood stalks over him.

Axis: OH! Incredible shot by Michael Lockwood, catching Todd Royal right in the injured ribs.

King: Royal tried to open the match with a wrestling exhibition, but it looks like Michael Lockwood is intent on turning this into a straight-up fight.

Standing over Royal, Lockwood fires off a shot to the legs, dropping Todd to his knees in mid-ring. Royal tries to get back to his feet, but Lockwood hit’s a stiff kick to the ribs, and another to the face to send Todd sprawling across the mat. The crowd boos as Lockwood grabs Royal by the straps and pulls him to his feet, before smirking and drilling Royal with another kick, sending Todd scurrying from the ring.

Dragon: As you can see, Todd Royal is running from a fight like the bloody little coward that he is.

Axis: Royal’s advantage is completely gone now, and Michael Lockwood has focused in on those injured ribs- circling like a lion to its prey.

King: Don’t count Todd out just yet though, the man is a Todd-Damn fighter.

Lockwood slides under the bottom rope and catches Royal on the face with a baseball slide, sending Todd rocking against the guard rail. Royal lurches forward with a clothesline, but Lockwood ducks the on-coming blow, scoops his opponent up and drops him with a hotshot on the ring apron. With Royal crumpled on the ground, Lockwood turns his attention to Megan Skye. Megan backs off in disgust as Lockwood flashes his million dollar smile and flexes.

King: What is Lockwood doing? I mean he’s a silver spoon bred, ivy league educated superstar, but I think the Toddess is a bit out of his league.

Dragon: That trollop? I wouldn’t touch the wench with a 3 meter pole…

Axis: 3 Meter…What the…

King: It’s metric, don’t argue with it…it’s how the civilized measure crap…

With Lockwood distracted, Royal regains his composure and jumps him, nailing an axe-handle to the back and rolling him into the ring. Lockwood rolls under the ropes and gets to his feet, but Royal- holding on to the left ankle- sweeps him to the mat and floats into a cover.

ONE!…

.

Kickout!

Axis: Way too early for Todd Royal to be going for a cover, he’s barely even got an offensive move in on Lockwood and he’s already trying to end the match.

Dragon: He’s a desperate fool my good man, a desperate fool…

Royal lifts Lockwood to his feet and sends him to the ropes, leapfrogging him once before hitting a dropkick to the gut. With Lockwood doubled over, Royal locks on a front chancery. Hooking the right leg, Todd pulls back, sending his opponent crashing to the mat with a release Fisherman’s Suplex.

Dragon: Released Fisherman’s Su-play by Todd Royal…

Axis: The WhatNow?

Dragon: A Su-play, the correct pronunciation of the word you American’s butcher as “suplEX.”

Axis: Ah, good call there Gordon Solie.

Dragon: Superior to yours there Craig DeGeorge.

King: AHAHAHAHA! I LOVE this guy…

Axis: Shut up.

Royal drops down with a leg drop to the throat of Lockwood, clamping a head scissors on around the neck. Working his way on to his back, Todd pushes Lockwood onto his face, releases the hold and drives a knee into the lower back of his opponent.

Todd floats around to the front face lock, pulling Lockwood up and firing off a snap suplex. Upon landing, Royal rolls his hips and grunts, pulling Lockwood up and hitting a vertical suplex as well. Slowly rolling his hips, Royal gets to a standing base again, lifting his opponent’s body parallel with his own. Lockwood, however, reels back and clubs Todd in the ribs while upside down, breaking the hold and sending Royal gasping for air in the corner.

King: Lockwood blocked the Trinity! Royal got off the snap suplex and the vertical suplex, but Lockwood was able to power out of the delayed suplex…er…su-play.

Dragon: Indeed…

Sensing an opening, Lockwood crawls over to Royal and boots him hard in the ribs again. Pulling him to his feet, Lockwood ties up the legs of Todd and grabs him in an abdominal stretch. As Royal screams in pain, Lockwood grasps the upper cable with his right hand, wrenching the hold on even further. Megan Skye jumps to the ring apron to alert the referee, but Anthony Michael Hall simply turns his attention to her, allowing Lockwood to apply the pressure even further.

Jumping off the apron, Megan begins screaming at Lockwood, but the Harvard grad just smiles and licks his lips, continuing to wrench the abdominal stretch. Finally, Skye jumps up and bites Lockwood’s hand, breaking his grip on the ropes and allowing Royal to hiptoss out of the hold. Todd collapses to the mat to be toweled off by Megan as Lockwood climbs to his feet.

Dragon: You see, that bloody wench just mauled Michael D. Lockwood! An upstanding citizen of fine pedigree is standing there, minding his own business and he is attacked by a horrid little woman.

Axis: Well, Lockwood WAS cheating, holding on to the ropes…

King: Don’t argue with the champion, the man puts PETROL in his car, then drives it on the left side of the road!

Axis: Would you please stop…

Michael Lockwood circles around the fallen Royal, delivering a series of stiff shots to the mid section to keep Royal grounded. Picking his opponent up, Lockwood delivers a brutal gut buster, lifting Todd right back up and whipping him to the turnbuckles. As Royal rebounds, Lockwood catches him in a uranage and drops him HARD with the Foreclosure, floating into a cover.

ONE!…

.

TWO!…

.

KICKOUT!

Lockwood angrily pulls Royal from the mat and hurls him into the corner, following him in with a stiff running palm strike. Todd’s head fires back and as he crumples over, he launches a column of spit towards the announce table.

Dragon: AH! Did you see that?!? I’m aghast! The heathen just SPIT upon me! Doesn’t he own a spitoon?

Axis: A what?!?

King: It’s civilized-people-speak for loogie bucket.

Axis: Thanks for the visual.

Lockwood props Todd’s head back up and hit’s a series of stiff chops to the chest, unwrapping the tape from Royal’s waist. Pulling his opponent out of the corner, Lockwood hit’s a brutal Impact DDT. Once on the mat, Lockwood rolls his opponent over, locking on a Dragon Sleeper and pulling back hard on the ribs and chest of Todd Royal.

Axis: Absolutely brutal submission wrestling by Michael Lockwood. He’s been working the ribs over the whole match, no he has a Dragon Sleeper locked in, putting an amazing amount of pressure on the mid-section.

Dragon: And if this fine manuevre doesn’t put Mr. Royal away, it functions beautifully as a set-up for his Katihajime hold- The False Move, I believe he refers to it as- which puts even more pressure on the rib cage.

King: Impressive. Guy’s done his homework.

As Anthony Michael Hall checks on Royal, Megan runs to his side. The ref picks up the right arm and drops ONCE but Megan removes the towel from the corner of the ring. As the arm falls TWICE Megan runs back to the side of the fallen Todd. Hall lifts the arm for the THIRD time, but Skye uses the towel to place Royal’s foot on the bottom rope. As he drops the arm for the third time, Hall notices the foot and calls for the hold to be broken.

Lockwood breaks the hold, but turns to Hall screaming “Do you know who I AM?” over and over and shoving the referee. As Hall turns to disqualify him, Lockwood turns back around and grabs Royal, jerking him to his feet and kneeing him in the gut. Lockwood hurls Royal to the corner, turns to Hall and smirks then charges in with a cartwheel. Looking for a Tidal Crush, Lockwood leaps into the corner, but Royal blocks the kick and charges out with a vicious Lygerbomb.

King: OH! Lockwood was a looking to hit that Tidal Crush, the cartwheel kick, to the gut of Royal, but by the Grace of Todd, Royal blocked and hit a huge power bomb!

Axis: Royal is running on fumes here, able to hit that desperation move to put himself back into the match.

ONE!…

.

TWO!…

.

KICKOUT!

Lockwood kicks out just after two, and rolls backwards out of the pinning predicament. As he shakes the cobwebs out of his head and charges back in however, he is caught by a huge spear from an oncoming Todd Royal. Royal, having caught his second wind, hit’s a shin strike to the face of Lockwood before scowling and spitting in his face.

Stopping to catch his breath, Todd picks Lockwood up and hurls him hard into the corner. As Lockwood bounces off the padding, Royal reaches back and fires off a Superkick. As Lockwood collapses to the mat, Royal grabs his chest in pain and drops to one knee. As Megan gasps, the crowd begins to boo Royal.

“TODD DAMN ROYAL!” “TODD DAMN ROYAL!” “TODD DAMN ROYAL!”

Axis: Royal clips Lockwood with that Superkick, but he obviously extended too far on the move and re-aggravated that rib injury.

Dragon: Another shining example of why Todd Royal is not a thinking man’s wrestler. A wrestler like myself or Mr. Lockwood would realize the ramifications of such a move and stay away from it, but obviously that thought never crossed Mr. Royal’s mind.

Back to his feet, Royal staggers towards the corner, where he is met by a fist to the ribs from Michael Lockwood. Todd reels backwards and collapses to the mat, and as the camera pans closer to the corner we can see Lockwood removing his class ring from his finger and discarding it at ringside. As the fans at ringside catch this image in the SmarkTron they voice their displeasure towards the ring.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Axis: HEY! Lockwood just nailed Todd Royal with that spiked Harvard ring! I may not be any kind of Todd Royal fan, but that’s just blatant cheating!

Dragon: As any educated gentleman like myself or Mr. Lockwood knows, one does whatever one needs to do to accomplish one’s ultimate goal.

King: In other words, it ‘aint cheating if you don’t get caught!

Lockwood flops on top of Royal -who has obviously had the wind knocked out of him- and covers, looking to pick up the cheap victory.

ONE!…

.

TWO!…

.

THR…

.

KICKOUT!

Lockwood looks shocked that he only got a two count off the cheating tactics, but quickly regains his composure, body slamming Todd in the center of the ring. Lockwood steps between the ropes and smirks at the fans before blowing a kiss at Megan Skye and climbing to the top rope. Perched high above the ring Lockwood brushes the dirt from his shoulders and leaps, dropping a knee to the rib cage and sending Todd convulsing and gasping for air.

Instead of covering however, Lockwood grabs Royal by the throat and pulls him to his feet. Driving his shoulder into the gut of his opponent, Lockwood lifts Todd over his shoulder like a rag doll. Repositioning his opponents legs on either side of his head, Lockwood drops down into a sitting position, driving Royal’s skull into the canvas.

King: OH! Lockwood just delivered the Deal Breaker to Todd Royal. I believe in Todd, but I don’t know if even he can survive the onslaught that Michael D. Lockwood is unleashing right now.

Dragon: As someone who has been in the ring with that useless lap dog, I know exactly what a defeated Todd Royal looks like…and my colleagues, what you see in the centre of the ring is a defeated Todd Royal.

Lockwood thinks about going for the pin fall, but when referee Anthony Michael Hall drops down to make the count, he pulls his opponent to his feet again. Going behind the back of Royal, Lockwood grabs his arm and reaches around Royal’s neck, getting ready to lock on the False Move.

Before he can hook the move in however, Megan Skye reaches under the ropes and hit’s a low blow, causing Lockwood to release the hold and sending both men crashing to the mat. As Skye smiles and turns away, she admires the Harvard class ring on her right ring finger.

Dragon: Why that despicable wretch! She stole Michael Lockwood’s ring and then used it against him in an unspeakable way! Mr. Royal MUST be disqualified immediately!

Axis: Um, not that I AGRRE with what Megan is doing, but didn’t you JUST say that one must do what one has to do to win a match!

King: Ah, but mortal rules do not apply to Todds and Toddesses.

Axis: I need a vacation.

Royal slowly crawls forward and lifts Michael Lockwood off the mat. Grabbing him around the neck he falls backwards, snapping off a Russian Leg Sweep. As they hit the mat, Todd floats across Lockwood’s body and grabs his legs. Falling backwards, Todd slingshots his opponent hard into the corner. As Lockwood rebounds, Royal catches him around the waist, hooking his leg and spinning him down into Blue Thunder Powerbomb.

ONE!…

.

TWO!…

.

KICKOUT!

Axis: Royal hit’s a spinning power bomb, but at the count of two Michael Lockwood was able to punch Todd in the gut and break the hold.

Dragon: That injured middle section of Todd Royal may very well be his undoing here in this match, and I may find myself standing across the ring from one Michael Lockwood very soon.

Royal, short of breath but otherwise undeterred, Irish whips Michael Lockwood into the corner. Todd follows in with a clothesline slumping his opponent in the corner. Trying to sense an opening, Lockwood fires a desperation kick to the gut of Todd, but Royal catches the leg and spins backwards, using a Dragon Screw Leg Whip to send his opponent sailing across the canvas.

Stalking his fallen opponent, Todd brings his thumb across his throat in the executioner’s signal, drawing a chorus of boos from the standing audience. As Lockwood makes it to his feet, Todd circles around behind him and clamps on a full nelson. The crowd continues to boo as Royal snaps Lockwood back, bridging into the Todd Damn!

ONE!….

.

TWO!…

.

THR…

.

EE….

.

NOOOOOO!!!!

King: MOTHER OF TODD!!

Axis: Todd Royal hit the Todd Damn, but was unable to hold the bridge for a three count due to his injured ribs!! So far NO ONE has kicked out of that move, but Michael Lockwood now has another chance!!

Dragon: That move was unable to dethrone me, and is now unable to put away Michael Lockwood!

Royal grasps at his mid-section, breathing shallowly and grunting in pain, but manages to scowl at the crowd and spit, purposefully this time, at English Dragon before stalking behind his fallen opponent again. Tearing off the remainder of his bandage tape, Royal lifts Lockwood to his feet in a full nelson again. Hitting ANOTHER Todd Damn, this time a release version, Royal collapses on top of his opponent in exhaustion.

ONE!…

.

TWO!!…

.

THR…

.

EE….

.

THREE!!!!

*DING* *DING* *DING*

King: Todd Bless!! Royal Wins!! Even with an injured rib cage Todd Royal is able to regain his #1 Contendership!!

Axis: A brutal assault during the match by Michael Lockwood, but it was again the temper and need to inflict pain on Royal that cost Lockwood the match. Perhaps if he had covered after the Deal Breaker we would be looking forward to Lockwood/Dragon now.

King: Yeah, I think Michael Lockwood has unresolved issues with his father…

Dragon: Cheers, Gents…

With that, the Television Champion drops his headset on the table and moves towards the ring. Inside the ropes, Megan Skye has helped Todd Royal to his feet and the pair are celebrating to the jeers of the fans. As Royal turns around, holding his chest, Dragon punts him in the rib cage, doubling him over. The crowd is on their feet and still booing as Dragon lifts Royal in the air and drops him hard with the Dragon Driver. As the champ picks up his belt and walks away, we fade to commercial with Royal lying face-first on the mat.

Axis: A Pearl Harbor job by English Dragon, taking out Todd Royal and further injuring those ribs.

King: When Dragon and Royal do get in the ring again for that title you can bet it will not be pretty!

Axis: But coming up next, the first ever SJL Hard 10 match between Danny Conklin and Doug Sienkenwicz, and a HUGE tag team main event featuring John Duran and Chris Trepanier taking on the team of Manson and Viktor Tarakanov.

Axis: We’ll be back from the Gund right after this…STAY TUNED!!

July 18, 2003

Axis: Ladies and gentlemen, we have witnessed a great tag match teaming up feuding men in Bloodshed and Craig McLennan and we also have decided the #1 Contendor for the SJL Television Title currently around the waist of English Dragon.

King: Indeed Axis but up next, we have the SJL's very FIRST Hard 10 Match pitting two men who know each other fairly well in their short stay here, Danny Conklin and Doug Sienkenwicz.

Axis: These two men squared off in their debut match and in a triple threat hardcore match the week after with Danny Conklin picking up victories both times. We'll see how tonight plays out and no doubt, Doug will be on the lookout to win at any costs. Now let's go down to ringside where Funyon is ready to introduce the participants for the Hard 10 match.

We slowly pan over to Funyon who's standing up, mic in hand and smiling.

Funyon: This match is a Hard 10 match, the first man to 10 points wins. A foreign object grants 1 point, putting your opponent through a table warrants 5! Now, making his way to the ring weighing in at 220 pounds, hailing from Dublin, Ireland and accompanied by Janet Quinn, Dannyyyyyyy Cooooonnnnnklin!

"Danny Boy" by Off Kilter strikes over the PA System as Danny walks out onto the stage raising both arms into the air to a solid pop from the crowd. Janet walks out however instead of carrying her normal clovers, she has a wooden mallet! Danny slides into the ring and climbs onto the 2nd turnbuckle, blowing a big kiss to the cheering crowd as Janet rests the mallet against the ring apron.

Axis: Danny looking determined to get out of his 2 match losing skid King and Janet is bringing the backup.

King: That thing's massive! Although not comparable to Thoth's penis but then again what is?

Axis: I'll kindly just ignore that and hope we move onto something else.

Funyon: And his opponent, weighing in at 210 pounds from Lexington, Tennessee...Doooooooug Siiiiiiiienkenwicz!

Doug's theme hits as he struts out nose in the air. He makes his way down the ramp to jeers before climbing up the ring steps and into the ring. Doug settles himself against the turnbuckle and just locks his eyes on Danny's as he awaits the ring bell.

Axis: Doug looks to be just as focused as Danny here King.

King: Both men want to win badly Axis.

DING! DING!

Both men slowly step forward, never losing eye contact. Danny makes feigns a charge and Doug backs off, ever slightly. The crowd is whistling, awaiting a move as both men continue to circle around one another trying to figure out what the other is going to do. Finally they tie up however neither guy can gain leverage over the other and break it up. Danny wants to charge back in but Doug backs off, leaning against the corner and taking his time as the crowd begins to boo loudly.

Axis: Both men trying to figure out an advantage here King.

King: Oh shut up Axis, both men are stalling on purpose and it’s boring as hell.

Axis: Well…. when you put it that way I guess you can’t argue.

Danny just says, “fuck this” and charges towards Doug like a locomotive but Doug deftly sidesteps, letting Danny smash hard into the turnbuckle chest first. Danny quickly clutches at his chest, breathing hard and gasping as Doug grabs Danny by the hair, ramming his face into the turnbuckle repeatedly. Doug smiles as Danny falls to the right knee trying to rub the cobwebs away. Doug walks back to Danny lifting him up, spinning him around and unleashing a chop hard against Danny’s chest as a resounding “Whoooooo” echoes from the crowd, reverberating throughout the arena. Doug again delivers a mighty hard chop as another “Whoooooo” echoes through the arena with Danny clutches, nearly falling out of the ring in pain.

Axis: Doug is bringing those hard chops to Danny with no remorse shown.

King: See Axis, that’s why you suck at commentating. You expect remorse from wrestlers? Hello…they’re trying to win a match! If everybody were remorseful, you’d be having guys lying in the grass and twirling daisies.

Axis grunts in response as Doug grabs Danny by the wrist, leaning in and then thrusting back with added momentum sending Danny smashing hard into the corner and falling to the mat in pain. Doug rolls out of the ring, eyeing Janet as Janet smiles and waves. Doug peels up the apron banner and pulls out an assortment of weapons for his disposal as Danny is finally climbing back to his feet, Janet shouting instructions. Danny walks over as Doug picks up a trashcan, tossing it into the ring and causing Danny to suddenly take a defensive stance. Doug places the fire extinguisher beneath the turnbuckle and tosses in a kendo stick, which Danny is able to catch out of the air. Danny sets up in a baseball player stance as Doug rolls into the ring with a steel chair in hand. Danny does a quick glance at his kendo stick and grips it tighter as Doug advances towards him, chair raised in the air and poised to strike.

Axis: Well I’m not sure if a kendo stick can withstand the brute force that a steel chair can hand out King.

King: It looks like we’ll see it now Axis, your dream match! The kendo stick vs. the steel chair! What a riveting battle huh?

Axis: Oh go to hell King.

Doug swings but Danny manages to dodge it and gets himself poised…

THWACK!

Axis: Danny with a hard shot to Doug’s lower back!

King: Score one for the Irish!

Doug bends over in pain as Danny brings the kendo stick back and takes a mighty swing…

THUNKCRRRRK!

Doug’s chair collides with Danny’s kendo stick causing Danny’s kendo stick to fall out of his hands. Danny quickly raises both arms into the air trying to back off as Doug advances, swinging but Danny slides to his right and slides out of the ring onto the floor, escaping harm. Danny rolls back into the ring as Doug advances, taking a big swing but Danny sidesteps it and clubs Doug hard on the back repeatedly with forearm shots as Doug drops the chair. Danny spins Doug around and whips him hard into the ropes, crushing his face with a spinning heel kick sending both men down to the mat.

Axis: Danny is able to use his smarts and get the match back to his advantage.

King: Danny showed he’s a pussy right there Axis by running away.

Axis: Doug had a steel chair!

King: If that were me, I’d have put both dukes up and went out flailing like a man.

Danny is quickly up onto his feet as he grabs the kendo stick and waits for Doug to get up onto his feet. Danny swings, anxious as Danny suddenly hits the ground with both hands desperately wiping away at his eyes!

Axis: Doug equalizes with a fire extinguisher, sending Danny down!

King: That’s 1-1 Axis and don’t forget, put your opponent through a table and you jump up 5 points.

Doug rolls the fire extinguisher back out of the ring and stomps away at Danny is Danny curls, trying to lessen the pain being inflicted upon him with each stomp. Doug picks up Danny and whips him hard into the ropes, bending him over with a hard kick to the stomach and stands to his side, hooking his own leg around Danny’s and executing a swift but crisp Russian leg sweep planting Danny down onto the mat. Doug gets back to his feet and raises both arms into the air, getting “Doug sucks” chants rising up from the animated crowd. Doug picks up the kendo stick and walks over to Danny before bringing it up over his head and driving it down hard across Danny’s stomach! Danny rolls onto his side clutching in agony but Doug rolls him back with his boot and delivers another hard shot before tossing the stick back onto the mat.

Axis: That now makes it 3-1 in Sienkenwicz’s favor King.

King: Doug has the advantage; hopefully he’ll be able to capitalize now.

Doug lifts up Danny and hooks Conklin up for a suplex before snapping him over and landing hard. Doug walks over to the turnbuckle and begins to climb onto the top turnbuckle, as he remains there perched, waiting for Danny to make it back to his feet. Danny finally stumbles up and eats boot as Doug nails a solidly executed missile dropkick to loud boos from the crowd. Doug begins to lean out of the ring, asking for the mallet! Janet grins…before tossing the mallet to Danny!

THUNK!!!!

Axis: Danny certainly gave Doug the mallet King!

King: Well I guess that makes it 3-2 still in Doug’s favor.

Danny tosses the mallet back to Janet who catches it. Danny looks at the fallen Sienkenwicz before glancing over at Janet. Janet cracks a sheepish grin while holding the mallet behind her back as Danny gives a thumb up. Danny positions Doug on the mat and begins to slowly ascend the turnbuckle. Danny stays perched on the top buckle and slowly stands looking over the crowd. He glances at Doug and leaps, elbow slowly bending….

BAM!

The top rope-flying elbow connects with Danny nailing Doug flush on the chest as Doug rolls onto his stomach in great pain. A “Dan-Ny, Dan-Ny” chant begins to start up from the cheering crowd as Danny looks around and grabs the steel chair. Danny sets it up in a sitting position as he climbs onto the ring apron opposite the seat. He waits for Doug to get to his feet as he groggily does, using the chair to aid him. Danny stretches back and pulls, bouncing off the top rope and catching Doug’s skull beneath his armpit before driving it dead on into the chair seat!

Axis: Springboard bulldog plants Doug’s skull into the steel chair, it’s now 3-3 tied up yet again.

King: Damn Axis, that looked devastating and look, poor Doug’s now busted open thanks to Danny.

Danny makes it his feet but instead of continuing on the attack he rests against the corner, slowly catching his breath back as Doug’s forehead is pouring blood out. Danny walks over and rolls Doug onto his stomach before dropping a big leg across Doug’s throat as Doug spasms on the mat from the weight behind the leg drop. Danny picks up Doug and whips him to the ropes but Doug manages to reverse it, catching Danny clean with a dropkick sending Danny rolling out of the ring. Doug grabs the trashcan and chucks it out of the ring, nailing Danny and sending him down on the outside!

Axis: Unique way to get a point there King.

King: Well it worked anyway Axis, Doug now with a 4-3 lead if I’m doing my math correctly.

Doug rolls out of the ring and grabs Danny, tossing him hard shoulder first into the steel steps giving Sienkenwicz another point. Doug picks up Danny and rolls him back into the ring as he snoops underneath the ring and pulls out a table. Doug begins to set it up outside of the ring as he looks up just moments before Danny flattens him with a No Handed Somersault Senton however he narrowly misses the table, getting groans from the crowd as both men lay on the ground out from the big move.

Axis: What a spectacular high-risk maneuver from the young fella, Danny Conklin!

King: That kid knows how to take it to the air Axis but will he have enough to win this?

Axis: We’ll soon see King as both men are back to their feet and are now slugging it out on the floor.

Both men are indeed laying in the punches as Doug connects with a knee to the stomach and rolls Danny back into the ring. Doug slides in and walks over, grabbing the steel chair. Doug raises it high over his head…

WHACK!

Doug throws the chair down in triumph as Danny rolls on the mat in pain from those hard, consecutive chair shots from Sienkenwicz.

Axis: Doug has now jumped to a 7-3 lead over Danny!

King: Doug has this one in the bag. He’s just waiting to drill Danny through the table for the finishing touch, that’s all.

Danny is slowly getting to his feet as he blocks a right hand and blocks another, and another! There’s a right hand from Danny and another sending Doug against the ropes. Danny whips Doug off the ropes, catching him with a drop toehold as Doug smashes his already bleeding forehead against the flattened steel chair! Danny now rolls Doug over and places the chair onto Sienkenwicz’s chest. Danny climbs onto the apron as he pauses, the crowd chanting “Dan-Ny, Dan-Ny” so loud they nearly drown out the announcers.

Axis: That’s another point for Danny!

King: Danny is still behind however it’s now 7-4 and looks to be 7-5 very quickly.

Axis: Looks like Danny is going to sacrifice his body here King.

King: Sacrifice to win Axis, that’s my motto.

Danny leans back and slings himself forward before bouncing off the top rope and landing chest to chair with a Springboard Twisting Senton giving him his 5th point and inadvertently giving Doug his 8th! Danny immediately rolls out of the ring in major…major pain and clutching at his chest/ribs as Janet quickly rushes over to check on his condition while Doug just lies on the mat still…seemingly dead from the maneuver.

Axis: Oh my god King!

King: Did you see that! Danny landed flush chest to chair!

Axis: Well its now 8-5 King so if the table comes into play, it could turn out to be anybody’s ballgame!

Danny is now up onto his knees, as Doug remains laid out. Danny begins to roll into the ring still clutching at his ribs as Doug is slowly making it to his feet. Both men reach their feet at the same time and stagger towards each other with another slugfest ensuing. Rights and Lefts connect with each other’s jaws as the crowd begins to get behind Danny again. Doug blocks a right hand, knees Danny hard in the gut bending him over at the waist and hitting a standing dropkick sending Danny down to the mat. Doug lifts up Danny and chops him hard, more “Whoooooo’s” echoing back at the two as Doug presses Danny against the ropes, grabs the wrist and whips Danny into the opposite corner catching the rebounder with a Samoan drop that plants Danny hard on his back.

Axis: Doug catching Danny with a very nice Samoan drop right there.

King: Who cares Axis? I want to see more weapons coming into play myself.

Axis: Well King if Doug can soften Danny up he’ll be able to use the weapons with less resistance.

Doug gets up to his feet and begins to look around for a handy weapon to utilize. He spots the steel chair that’s been used countless times and smiles to himself as he sets it up flat on the ground and drags the limp Danny on top of it. Doug looks at the corner and walks over, slowly ascending the turnbuckles one by one until he reaches the top where he is perched. Doug raises both arms into the air in the shape of a Y and looks at his right hand, balling it into a fist and smacking it into his left palm but Danny is back to his feet as he nails Doug with a hard shot in the gut crotching Doug on the top rope….

WHACK!

Danny nails Doug hard in the skull sending Doug off the turnbuckle and falling hard onto the padding surrounding the ring stomach first as a pool of blood is slowly forming around Doug’s skull.

Axis: It’s now all tied up King! What a monumental chair shot right there!

King: It’s 8-7 but poor Doug taking a very nasty fall and you can see the blood just pouring out of his skull like a faucet.

Danny is standing in the mat, a little weary from all the pain he has taking as Doug is finally on his hands and knees but the blood continues to puddle on the mats. Doug grabs the ring apron and finally manages to climb to his feet and slide into the ring as Danny tosses the chair aside, stomping away at the upper back and head. Danny picks up Doug and whips him off the ropes, bending over and flinging Doug high into the air with a back body drop causing Doug to land hard on his back as an “I-rish, I-rish” chant begins to go up from the noisy crowd. Danny dashes towards the corner and begins to climb the turnbuckles as the crowd is getting to their feet. Danny slowly ascends to a standing position as he spreads out both arms before diving off, nailing Doug hard in the posterior deltoid with his skull as the crowd cheers. Danny rolls on the ground clutching at his head, as Doug remains motionless.

Axis: Danny with a diving head BUTT off the top rope!

King: Come on Doug! Get some weapon and start working…

Axis: Both men are battling it out! Doug needs only 2 points to reach 10 points as we’re pitted 8-7. Either 2 weapons shots or putting Danny through a table will suffice.

Danny manages to make it to his feet first as he rolls out of the ring and grabs the table, sliding it into the ring. Danny glances at Doug who is still out like a light as he sets the table up against the ring ropes and pulls down one set of table legs before pulling up the other side. Danny sets the table up facing diagonal to the turnbuckle as he turns around, only to get tackled down hard to the mat by a rising Doug Sienkenwicz! Doug now laying in with hard rights and lefts as the crowd boos heavily at this unexpected comeback. Doug finally lets up only to poke Danny in the eye with his thumb! Big “asshole” chant strikes up for that move from the crowd.

Axis: And the crowd is showing their hating of Doug here King. What a cheap move that thumb poke was!

King: Oh clam it Axis. You didn’t say anything when Janet blatantly tossed the mallet to Danny allowing him to nail Doug.

Axis: Oh go be quiet King.

Doug stomps away at Danny’s ribs as he spots the table set up facing the corner. Doug grins evilly as he bounces himself casually off the ropes before nailing a knee directly into Danny’s skull. Doug looks around, picking up the chair as he stands over Danny…

WHUMP!

Doug drives the chair hard into Danny’s rib cage as Danny lets out a very audible gasp of pain. Doug raises the chair again and drives it down again but Danny stops it with both hands! Danny kicks Doug away hard and slowly gets to his feet as Danny ducks a wild chair shot. Doug spins around, only to eat a boot to the mid-section as Doug drops the chair. Danny quickly grabs Doug’s head in a front face lock, makes sure the chair is in place and delivers the Snap Flowing DDT planting Doug’s skull into the chair! Danny lies on his back in pain from the chair shot to his ribs as Doug’s face is now a crimson mask and most of his chest is also getting covered with his blood. Doug raises himself with his hands revealing a large puddle but collapses as fatigue is beginning to settle in for both competitors.

Axis: The score is now tied once again King, 8-8!

King: This just keeps going back and forth Axis! One man gets a point and then somehow the other man gets a point and tie it right back up.

Axis: No doubt Doug will need medical attention after this match. The amount of blood may even top anything Bloodshed’s done!

King: I’m going to estimate some 60 or so stitches Axis as Doug has a nasty cut on his forehead.

Danny manages to make it to his feet first as he picks up the kendo stick from earlier however Doug is also back to his feet! Danny swings hard, aiming for the ribs but Doug leans back avoiding the blow. Danny swinging for Doug’s skull but Doug ducks it, grabs Danny in a back waist lock and delivers a high back drop sending Danny down hard on his upper neck crunching his body like an accordion. Doug grabs the kendo stick and looks down at Danny with intense hatred. Doug lifts up the stick and drives it down but Danny manages to roll out of the way, again Conklin misses getting smashed. Doug finally kicks Danny hard in the ribs and presses his boot against Danny’s throat as Danny tears away at Doug’s foot, trying to get oxygen. Doug raises the kendo stick up and drives it point down directly onto Danny’s ribs as Danny coughs up a bit of blood! Doug releases the hold on Danny’s throat as Danny quickly leg sweeps Doug, taking Doug down to the mat and causing the kendo stick to roll towards him. Danny grabs the kendo stick and while in a sitting position, swings just as Doug lifts his head.

THWACK!

Doug goes down instantly as Danny rolls back to his feet as the crowd starts up a “Dan-Ny, Dan-Ny” chant. Danny uses the kendo stick to help himself remain standing as he takes another hack, spitting up more blood as Doug’s blood is starting to flow yet again after the latest shot.

Axis: It’s now 9 apiece King! Both men need just one more point to pick up the victory here and I must say that this has been an absolute blood bath.

King: Maybe on Doug’s part however it appears to me that Danny is now having a little problem internally judging from the blood he’s been coughing up.

Axis: No doubt King as Doug has gotten a few good shots in on Danny’s ribs and that last shot may have just been the ticket that will lead to his victory tonight.

Danny tosses the kendo stick to the outside as it bounces harmlessly. Danny waits for Doug to get up as Danny kicks Doug hard in the stomach. Danny lifts up in a crucifix power bomb position and lets Doug slide back before grabbing him around the chin with both hands clasped together. Danny immediately drops in a sit out position driving the back of Doug’s skull into his shoulder!

Axis: There’s the Lucky Charm!

King: What? Stop dreaming about the leprechaun or the cereal Axis and call the match.

Axis: No King, that’s the name of Danny’s move!

King: Oh…

Danny is back to his feet as he stares down at the prone body of Doug. He delivers a couple of hard kicks to the ribs and a few stomps to the upper back as he glances around the ring and spots the table he had set up earlier. He walks over and drags the table back away from the turnbuckle a couple feet, trying to gauge the best length for whatever move he’s planning. He walks over and picks up a limp Doug as he lifts Doug up, crotching him on the top rope. Doug can barely stay on though as Danny looks over the cheering crowd.

Axis: Well King, it looks like Danny is planning one final big move to cap off this Hard 10 match.

King: Indeed Axis but who’s to say he’ll connect with the move?

Axis: Good point King. This match could still go either way as it’s knotted at 9 apiece with only 1 more point needing to win.

Danny climbs onto the second turnbuckle as he peers behind him at the table. He turns to face Doug and gets met with a right hand! Another right hand connects, nearly sending Danny off the 2nd turnbuckle. Finally Danny delivers a hard head BUTT, nearly knocking Doug off the turnbuckle for a second time. Danny looks to be setting up for his top rope hurricanranna and leaps up but Doug catches him in a powebomb position! Danny quickly rains down right hands as Doug loses his grip. Danny remains standing on the top turnbuckle as he lifts Doug up so that both men are standing on the top turnbuckle in a precarious position. Doug suddenly swings with a hard right hand but Danny ducks! Doug spins, now back first to Danny as Danny is falling off! Danny instinctively grabs Doug in a waist lock as Danny falls off the top rope and manages to deliver a German Suplex to Doug sending Doug crashing through the table with his upper back/neck!!! “Holy Shit, Holy Shit” immediately strikes up from the crowd!

Axis: HOLY SHIT!

King: Oh…. My…. God! Danny Conklin just picked up the victory but oh man…

Danny is slowly getting back to his feet as Janet is in the ring to help him up. Meanwhile paramedics immediately hit the ring to attend to Doug Sienkenwicz who is just lying in a heap with table bits sprinkled all over his body.

Axis: Well, we’ll take a commercial break and hopefully get an update on Doug’s condition later on.

King: Did you see that Axis! The poor guy already busted open and bleeding like a spawn of the Devil went through landing completely on his upper back! I wouldn’t be surprised if he winds up being paralyzed after that.

Axis: Well, let’s hope for the best that this young man turns out okay in the end.

July 18, 2003

The crowd inside the Gund Arena settles into their seats one last time, as SJL Crimson returns from the commercial break.

Axis: Welcome back to the Gund! If you're just joining us, you’re just in time for tonight’s main event, pitting the team of “The Sinner” John Duran and “Canadian Thunder” Chris Trepanier against the team of Manson and “The Red Rage” Viktor Tarakanov!

King: Not only that, but Commissioner Chris Raynor has come to the decision that this match will operate under Hardcore Rules. He’s also thrown in a few extra stipulations, that being if the team of Tarakanov and Manson win, Tarakanov will be able to select the stipulation in his eventual SJL World Title match versus Charlie Matthews, and Manson will receive a title shot for that same belt at some point in the future.

Axis: You are correct. But should Duran and Trepanier win, they won't leave empty handed. Should they pull it out, Duran will receive a title shot versus Charlie Matthews, while Trep will have a shot at the European Title, which currently resides around the waist of Leo Breslin. It’s a match of high stakes, and we don’t want to waste another moment in getting to the action…

The cameras then switch over to Funyon, with referee Matthew Kivell standing a few feet away. Funyon is dressed to kill tonight, as his tuxedo alone has more blinding sequins on it than Elton John’s entire wardrobe. “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a Hardcore Rules Tag Team Match, and it is scheduled for one fall! Making his way down to the ring…”

The cameras quickly pan over to the SmarkTron, as the house lights drop to pitch black. Frantic red strobes flash on and off, as The Haunted’s blistering hit “Hate Song” plays over the speakers. Manson walks out moments later, and on the top of the ramp, he throws up his hand in a metal taunt to the boos of the crowd. Setting his arm down, he heads down the ramp.

“Hailing from Denver, Colorado! Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, and standing six feet tall! ‘Hate Personified’… MAAAANSOOOON!!”

Approaching the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope, and immediately throws off his black leather jacket to the outside. He walks to his corner, and sits on the ground with arms outstretched across the ropes, as the ringside fans continue to jeer and taunt him.

Axis: And Manson is now appears to be ready to compete tonight. Speaking of which, he didn't participate in Wrathapalooza…

King: The man is holding him down.

Axis: Thanks for interrupting. Anyway, although he didn't participate in Wrathapalooza, he handily took care of Jimmy Liston and Michael Lockwood in a triple threat match about a week ago. So now he’s looking to get back into the title hunt.

“Hate Song” drowns out, as the lights switch to a steady red glow, and the “Soviet National Anthem” by the Russian Red Army Choir strikes. A large red pyro explodes on the entrance ramp, and as the music continues, Viktor Tarakanov emerges and heads down the ramp, checking his wrist tape along the way...

“And his tag team partner, hailing from Astrakhan, Russia! Weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds, and standing six feet, six inches tall! ‘The Red Rage’… VIKTOR TARAKAAAANOOOOV!!”

Viktor approaches the ring and sneers at the fans lining the ring. He walks up the steel steps and wipes his feet on the ring apron, before stepping through the ropes and into the ring. A “U.S.A.!!” chant starts up, as Viktor begins screaming at the fans and cursing in Russian. Meanwhile, Manson continues looking up at the stage area, not caring about the distress his tag partner is being put through.

Axis: Manson seems fairly apathetic about his tag partner tonight, as the fans get on Tarakanov’s case.

King: Should he be? Manson and Tarakanov aren't friends by any stretch of the imagination, and were likely only paired up tonight in an attempt to keep Duran away from a World Title shot.

Axis: Probably not, but it’d help if Manson and Tarakanov were able to get along... Anyway, Tarakanov WAS at Wrathapalooza, but came up on the short end of the stick versus Jimmy Liston in an... American Gladiators-style Joust Match... I don't know who booked that crap either, folks.

With the "USA" chants dying down, Tarakanov looks toward Manson, who continues to sit on the ground. After a bit of urging to stand, Manson hesitantly pulls himself up with the assistance of the ring ropes. As this happens, "March of Death" by Zack de la Rocha hits. The fans boo wildly, as "The Sinner" John Duran and "Canadian Thunder" Chris Trepanier emerge from the back to a multitude of boos.

“And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of five-hundred and thirty seven pounds! The team of ‘The Sinner’ John Duran and ‘Canadian Thunder’ Chris Trepanier… URBAN DECAY!”

Funyon escapes the ring as Trepanier and Duran each look up and point at the sky, before walking down the ramp. The fans continue booing the duo, as they reach the bottom of the ramp and slide in. Manson and Tarakanov threaten an early attack, but hold back, as Tarakanov takes his place on the apron, as does John Duran for the opposite team.

DING!! DING!! DING!!

Axis: The match is on! And speaking of adversaries, Manson and Duran don’t like each other much, as it was some time ago when they were partners in a match with similar stipulations to this one, versus Va’aiga and Tim Dillon. They lost, and blamed each other, which led to a Duran victory over Manson in a singles match…

King: And now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's talk about URBAN DECAY!

Axis: All I know is when Charlie Matthews and Aecas get their hands on them, they'll regret ever coming together. And although I’m not a fan of either Manson or Tarakanov, I hope they can dampen their spirits a bit tonight."

King: That’s the biggest load of rah-rah cheerleading bull I've ever heard. But besides that, although this match operates under hardcore rules, apparently the wrestlers still have to tag in and out.

Manson and Trepanier circle each other to start, and closing in on one another, Manson hits a quick kick to Trepanier’s mid-section. Trepanier lets out a grunt, just before Manson hits him with another kick. Trepanier doubles over this time around, allowing Manson to clasp an arm around the larger Trepanier's head. He joins hands, applying the side headlock. Trepanier pushes Manson off into the ropes by the announcer’s table. Coming back, Manson knocks into Trepanier with a shoulder block, but Trepanier doesn't budge. Staring into Trepanier’s eyes, Manson steps back into the ropes, and comes forward again, trying for the shoulder block a second time. Trepanier doesn’t budge this time either. Manson repeats the sequence again, but this time Trepanier takes a large step forward, and knocks Manson down with a big clothesline.

Axis: Manson went to the well once too often, as the larger Trepanier puts a stop to him with the clothesline.

King: Considering both Duran and Trepanier are giants compared to Manson, it would be wise for him to not try feats of strength and power against either of them."

Manson comes up off the mat, as Trepanier grabs him by his long black hair. Trepanier pushes Manson by his head into the ropes located camera-side. Manson springs off, as Trepanier ducks down. Manson takes advantage of Trepanier telegraphing the backdrop, as he increases speed, and drives a knee into the top of Trepanier's head. Chris Trepanier falls back, holding his head, as Manson goes into the cover with a hook of the leg. Kivell dives down…

~1~

But Trepanier kicks out just before one. Manson comes to a stand, and looking toward Duran, drops a quick knee into the gut of Trepanier. Trepanier clutches his gut and kicks his legs frantically from the impact, as Manson gets to his feet and proceeds to pull Trepanier up off the ground by his head. Trepanier rocks Manson with a back elbow though, and Manson stumbles back. Trepanier takes a moment to recover from the previous attack, before lunging forward and grabbing Manson’s left arm. Trepanier turns his back to Manson, and still clutching the arm, he pulls on it, bringing Manson up and over the frame of Trep with an over the shoulder hip toss, a judo favorite. Bringing his leg forward, he viciously kicks the spine of the seated Manson as the crowd cringes! Now dragging Manson by his leg, he stretches for the tag from John Duran!

Axis: Manson is in deep now, as Urban Decay has just taken control…

King: Just as I knew they would.

Duran tags in, as Trepanier exits the ring, leaving Manson to “The Sinner.” Duran grins, as he bends down beside Manson, slapping him across the face! Tarakanov rolls his eyes, seemingly not having much compassion for his tag partner, as Duran now proceeds to lift Manson up off the mat. Up onto his feet, Manson tries to fight back with a series of low roundhouse kicks to the legs of Duran. But Duran cuts him off as he grabs the head of Manson, and headbutts him! Manson stumbles back from the headbutt, into the neutral corner. Duran charges Manson from the center of the ring, but Manson gets the boot up. Duran falls onto his back, and as Manson begins sliding along the ropes to his corner, Trepanier enters the ring and puts a stop to it with a shoulder-block! Duran, now back onto his feet, assists Trepanier in forcing Manson back into their territory.

Using their ample combined strength, the two men whip Manson back into their own corner, sending him crashing hard into the turnbuckles with an audible thud. Stunned, Manson rests with his arms on the top ropes, attempting in vain to rest for a moment. Not showing much in the line of caring for his opponent, Duran begins to lay in heavy body shots to Manson’s midsection. The man known as Hate Personified is certainly not showing a whole lot of love for his opponent as he has his breadbasket pummeled by “The Sinner.” With a snide look on his face, Duran turns his head around to snicker at Tarakanov, obviously taking a page out of his own book.

Axis: Typical. Duran not only has the upper hand in the match but does he really feel the need to brag about it to Manson’s partner?

King: Yes.

Axis: That’s it? Just... yes?

King: That’s about the size of it.

His arrogance not only prompts the crowd to boo but also distracts Duran long enough for Manson to come back to his senses. Just as “The Sinner” turns around, Manson grabs his legs and pulls them out from under him, causing him to fall flat on his back! Manson quickly follows him to the ground and begins to throw some stiff, rapid-fire forearms at Duran’s head, even getting the crowd to cheer... if just a little bit. With “The Sinner” thoroughly pummeled, Manson then gets back to his feet, hauling Duran up by his long black hair. Still a little hazy, Duran wobbles at Manson’s mercy.

With fire in his eyes, Manson bends Duran over and places his arm over his head. With one swooping motion, The Hate Machine lifts up the big man in usual suplex style and then slams him down from whence he came as he sits out. In a near incredible showing of Manson’s surprising strength, even after fighting with Duran and Trepanier, Manson nails Duran with the Mind-Bender. Confident his opponent should be sufficiently taken out, Manson quickly places himself on top of Duran and hooks the leg, prompting Matt Kivell to drop to the mat and count the pin fall.

~1~

.

~2~

.

“Canadian Thunder” efficiently breaks up the count with a stiff boot to the back of Manson’s head.

Axis: And Trepanier breaks up the count. You know, the rules of this bout are a little different than most hardcore tag team matches. In an interesting choice of booking by Chris Raynor, the teams HAVE to tag in and out!

King: Yeah, I don’t get it. Hardcore matches are no disqualifications, right? So, that means this match is a... one disqualification match?

Axis: That’s the way it seems, King. These men can pound the crap out of each other and spill as much blood as they like... but if they make an illegal tag, they’re done.

King: There’s Raynor’s logic for ya.

Not about to be stopped now, so close to victory... or at least a tag, Manson grabs Trepanier’s leg as he attempts a secondary stomp. Chris fires off a couple forearms to Manson’s back, but he shrugs them off. He’s too focused and angry to let anything slow him down. With one HELL of a burst of strength, The Hate Machine lifts up Trepanier and hoists him over to the middle of the ring with a nasty looking leg-capture suplex. Taking the time to rest for a minute, the exhausted Manson lies on the canvas, his chest rising and falling deeply. The crowd grows excited as Duran helps himself to his feet, and leans against the turnbuckles, watching Manson.

Manson’s once limp body now begins to move as he turns himself over and crawls slowly towards his corner, where Viktor Tarakanov stands by, holding out his hand eagerly for the tag. Duran looks at Manson, but whether he sees him or not is questionable, he is in quite the daze. Manson nears his partner as Viktor hollers some not so polite words of motivation to his crawling partner. With a shake of his head, Duran clears out the mental cobwebs and looks clearly at Manson almost near the tag of his not exhausted or worn out partner.

Axis: If Manson can make the tag here, he’ll be in the clear!

King: YES!! I mean... NO!! I mean... I’m so confused. Who do I root for?

Duran begins to approach Manson rather quickly but when he is about to close in on him to stop the tag, Manson leaps up and slams his hand down on Tarakanov’s. The fans even cheer out of sheer excitement as the fresh Russian swings his powerful fist forward and catches Duran square on the bridge of his nose. Duran backs up as Manson rolls out of the ring to rest and to make things a little hardcore. Tarakanov steps in the ring and fires off a couple quick right hands at Duran’s face before charging forward and clotheslining “The Sinner” nearly out of his boots.

On the opposite side of the ring, Chris Trepanier is now just getting to his feet, completely unaware of what has transpired on the other side of the ring. He turns just in time to see “The Red Rage” barreling towards him. Viktor collides with his adversary and wraps his arms around his midsection quickly, locking his hands around his back. With one swift movement, Tarakanov hoists “Canadian Thunder” up and over his head, allowing him to fly over and crash unto the mat. With both adversaries dispatched, Viktor Tarakanov rolls back to his feet and stands up, slamming an arm across his chest and then hurls it into the air enthusiastically with a loud Russian yell.

Axis: OH MY!! VIKTOR TARAKANOV JUST CLEANED HOUSE!! He just took out two of the leading members of Urban Decay!

King: Damn...

Outside of the ring, Manson is now well recovered, a showcase to his tenacity. He digs underneath the ring for something to make the match a bit more to his element. The Hate Machine seems like a little kid with his head in a toy box as the ring apron covers the upper half of his body. With crashes and bashes, Manson throws out many objects from underneath the ring. Fire extinguisher, trash can lids, kendo sticks, chairs, and even several dusty crates of Spike Jenkins t-shirts. Feeling the ringside area sufficiently filled with weapons of moderate destruction, Manson emerges from beneath the ring with two kendo sticks in hand.

He quickly rolls into the ring to find Viktor laying in some furious boots to Duran, who he views as more of an immediate threat, having taken the weaker of the two moves thrown. With his back turned to his other opponent, he is unaware of the danger “Canadian Thunder” provides. Trepanier is now on his feet and charges at Tarakanov, nailing him with a forearm to the back. Viktor is stunned for a moment but hasn’t time to deal with his surprise as he is quickly wrapped up by Trepanier and hoisted up and over his head in a similar fashion as did Tarakanov just moments ago to Viktor. The belly to back suplex and the force with which he was thrown, causes “The Red Rage” to land awkwardly on his neck, staying him from immediate action.

King: Ouch... That was one hell of a belly to back suplex thrown by Trepanier!

Axis: That it was, King. “Canadian Thunder” is one of Canada’s finest... and largest technical wrestlers. A lot of training went into making that man a fine wrestler, but he didn’t spend very much time on his social skills. He may also be one of the rudest individuals in the locker room.

King: That’s an awful harsh statement!

Axis: It’s also very true. That man wouldn’t give you the time of day in a clock store!

King: Of course not! It’d be stupid to ask, in a place that’s COVERED IN CLOCKS!!

Manson immediately charges at Trepanier, but the shifty Canadian moves like lightning and bails out of the ring. Not the legal man himself, Manson is ordered by the referee to leave the ring as well, a request which he happily obliges. Manson leaves the ring and begins near Trepanier, still wielding his kendo sticks. Knowing a little better than to stick around while Hate Personified is holding two weapons, “Canadian Thunder” instantly runs over to the spot where Manson was throwing weapons out. Panicking, not used to such unorthodox surroundings, Trepanier picks up the fire extinguisher and sprays the cold CO2 in his face.

Manson drops his weapons and clutches his face, trying to remove the violent chemicals from his eyes. Blinded, he cannot see Chris’ big foot come up to kick him twice in the chest, followed by a brutal roundhouse kick to the face, sending his opponent down. Trepanier quietly walks away and goes back to his corner, to help out his partner and now stablemate. In the ring, Duran just now reaches his feet, and spies his opponent lying groggy on the ground. With a sort of cocky grin, Duran approaches his fallen adversary and lifts him to his feet, which Viktor shakily complies to. Showing his arrogance off to the fans, prompting them to boo quite loudly, John Duran slaps Viktor’s face derisively.

Axis: Will you look at that? John Duran is just toying with Tarakanov! I think maybe being the leader of Urban Decay has already gotten to Duran’s head.

King: Nonsense, he’s just being entertaining. That is, after all, what the people paid for: to be entertained. And since when have you been a Tarakanov supporter, comrade?

Axis: Well, I’ve got no love for that arrogant son of a bitch, but John Duran isn’t exactly doing much to get on the good side of the fans tonight.

With the heat of the crowd upon him, “The Sinner” simply slaps the dazed Viktor’s unknowing face repeatedly. Feeling extremely confident in the match, he looks over at Trepanier standing on the corner and they exchange sly smirks. As Duran turns his head back, though, he sees that Viktor Tarakanov is very much conscious... and pissed off by the looks of it. Without reservation, he instantly lambastes John Duran with a big body shot to the solar plexus. The force of the punch was so great that it causes Duran to double over. Trepanier sees where this is headed and immediately begins to enter the ring, but he is struck across the back by a familiar kendo stick.

Hopping down instinctively from the apron, to avoid potential damage, “Canadian Thunder” sees Manson swinging his kendo stick as though he were a Samurai chopping a watermelon. Not wanting to lose his head, the big Canadian catches the kendo stick and knees Manson in the gut sharply and then kicks him back into the guardrail, wanting to do no more than disable his attacker quickly. Trepanier has business to attend to. Back in the ring, Chris’ foresight is coming true as Tarakanov tucks his opponent’s head in between his legs and hoists him up onto his shoulder. With the might of the entire Soviet nuclear arsenal, Tarakanov slams his opponent back face first into the mat with the Bolshevik Revolution! The crowd is so caught up in the excitement that they cheer loudly, even forgetting for a moment that they are cheering the man who despises their country.

Axis: BOLSHEVIK REVOLUTION!! BOLSHEVIK REVOLUTION!! Viktor Tarakanov just PLANTED John Duran with the Bolshevik Revolution! This one is allllll over!

King: Rest your sphincter, Axis. He may have hit one of the most powerful finishers in the business, but he’s still got a big angry Canadian to deal with!

King’s rather blunt statement is also rather true as Chris Trepanier grabs the fallen Manson’s kendo stick and begins to get in the ring as Viktor Tarakanov lies down and covers his opponent as Matty Kivell drops down to make the count.

~1~

.

~2~

.

~3-NOOOOO!!~

Trepanier nails Tarakanov across the back of the head with the treacherous kendo stick and breaks the count. Vik would assuredly be boiling mad were he still fully conscious but for now he simply rests casually on top of his opponent. Trepanier grins wide while holding the Singapore cane in his hand tightly, positive the match is in the bag for him as Kivell gets in his face, trying to order him out of the ring. “Canadian Thunder” stalls, however, enjoying his moment of success thoroughly. Even the referee’s sudden departure from anywhere near where Trepanier is standing can shatter his mood. Yes sir, he certainly has all the bases covered.

...

Except he’s neglected to notice that Manson is now on the top turnbuckle, standing and flashing his devil-horns symbol to the crowd before leaping off the top and soaring down. You’d think the massive roar of the crowd would be enough to alert Trepanier to something going on when he is unaware soon enough... but he turns just a moment too late, just in time to see Manson doing a backflip off the top rope! Trepanier attempts to cover up to minimize contact, but it does him very little good. Manson hits his shooting star press onto the standing “Canadian Thunder” and sends his head crashing into his gothic chest. Needless to say, Trepanier is down on the mat for good.

Axis: GOOD GOD IN HEAVEN!! MANSON JUST HIT THE SHADOWS FALL ON A STANDING CHRIS TREPANIER!! WITH GOD AS MY WITNESS, HIS HEAD HAS BEEN DRIVEN INTO HIS CHEST!!

King: HOLY SHIT!! Manson is a crazy son of a bitch! That could have been as dangerous for Manson as it definitely was for Trepanier!

Either not feeling the effects of his own move or doing a damned good job of hiding them, Manson gets up relatively quickly from the move and rolls himself out of the ring. As his feet hit the floor, Manson drags Trepanier out of the ring as well, signaling to Kivell to count the pin still being made. The frightened referee complies and makes the count as the crowd cheer respectfully loud behind them.

~1~

.

~2~

.

~3~

DING!! DING!! DING!!

Axis: YES!! YES!! Urban Decay has just been defeated in their first official match! Hopefully they will go no further as of tonight’s defeat at the hands of Viktor Tarakanov and that crazy bastard Manson!

King: I still have high hopes for these guys. One little defeat isn’t going to slow down a group like Urban Decay. With such a mass assembly of talent, these guys will bounce back just as quickly as they fell. You just can keep a good talent down.

For some reason the camera switches very briefly to the opened box of Spike Jenkins shirts with that very slogan on the front.

Axis: This has been one hell of a show tonight and now, Manson will get his shot at the World title and Viktor Tarakanov can now choose the stipulation for his match against Charlie Matthews for the belt!

King: Well... at least that’s something to look forward to!

Axis: I don’t know how many fans would agree with you, King. But that is how it is going to be.

Viktor Tarakanov reaches his feet and looks around somewhat confused, rubbing the back of his head in pain. Manson then rolls in the ring and boots Duran to the outside. The Hate Machine approaches his partner and the two speak naught; they just look at each other. The expression on the face of “The Red Rage” changes from a pained grimace to that of a pleased expression, not happy by any means, but pleased with the outcome of the match. The expression is like a handshake that does not involve any physical contact, extended towards Manson for a job well done. Manson simply looks with contempt at his partner and walks off, leaving Tarakanov standing in the middle of the ring, a firm expression on his face.

Meanwhile, on the outside, Trepanier crawls over to his fallen Urban Decay teammate and attempts to talk to him as they both sit with their back resting against the ring, resting. John Duran is certainly not pleased, but the look on his face says that he is already planning his next move. Already plotting the next course of action of Urban Decay.

Axis: What a hellacious main event we’ve just seen! Join us again next week for more exciting SJL action! For The Suicide King, I’m Axis. Thanks for joining us, we’ll see you next week!

*2003 SWF Enterprises*

July 18, 2003

Results:

Some people won! Others lost! Read for yourselves, because I'm too lazy to type it out for you!

Card should be up relatively soon.

Sign In

SJL Crimson - July 17th!

Recommended Posts

Guest realitycheck

Share this post

Link to post

Share on other sites

Guest realitycheck

Share this post

Link to post

Share on other sites

Guest realitycheck

Share this post

Link to post

Share on other sites

Guest realitycheck

Share this post

Link to post

Share on other sites

Guest realitycheck

Share this post

Link to post

Share on other sites

Guest realitycheck

Share this post

Link to post

Share on other sites

Guest realitycheck

Share this post

Link to post

Share on other sites

Browse

Activity