Sjl crimson comments, march 30th

[Guest Insane Clown Dan]

Erek's promo reeked of awesomeness, I must say. Especially since it gave more personality to both Stryke and Erek. And some funny shit...

 

Except for the Rochester being full of hot chicks, race cars and a nice scenery (can testify for the crappiness of Rochester).

 

So far...

 

Frost r0xx0rz mein s0xx0rz! He is definitely another talented newbie to mend well in the mix. Although he did go over the word limit. But come on, who cares. It was with Cutthroat and T-Bone =P

 

Oooh, Jacob pops out of nowheres (wonders where that's going) and more conspiring going on in the lockerrooms. Which usually involves Brody

 

Mafia writes this time and gains an impressive win over the equally impressive Deathwish

 

Uh... holy shit. So many promos, so many people involved! I think me and Mafia were the only two people NOT involved in a promo, so that better change next show... *cough*

 

And the triple threat match... *sigh* Well, I'll look at it this way : I have beaten Ash once before, in what was considered a huge victory.

 

So the score's 1-1 between you and me, Ash.

 

I lost because it seems that Ash's match was more fast-paced and had more action to it, plus he wasn't stupid enough to eat up too many words for the routine he had at the end =P I was going to do something like that in my match too, but I reached the limit.

 

Anyways, I'll post my losing match. 'Cause I'm a sore loser and all. Yep. Stone the potty-mouth pervert. It's fun for you and meeeeee...

[Guest midnight_burn]

Boo, no win for me, guess i'm still a tad rusty from my time off. But Ash's match was very good, and even at my best i probably would have lost.

 

The fact i suck at 3-way matches that don't involve LDP didn't help me either. Oh well, here's hoping i go better next time. I think my rushed finish and a few other small details could have cost me the win, so i definately have room to improve.

 

With the rest of the show, several jolly good promos all over the place, i particularly liked Erek's efforts, very tasty. Also a very nice debut win for Frost, and Mafia producing a nice match in defeating Deathwish, and also producing some new ECW entrance music, switching from Taz's to Justin Credible's.

 

From all indications the show looks very good, and once the missing matches are in it should be even better.

[Guest Insane Clown Dan]

As we, the fans, return from the commercial for the “999 ways to screw over an IGN user” guidebook comes to an end, the screen fades to a completely black void…

 

Then we return… LIVE… to a sold-out Blue Cross Arena…

 

We, the devoted SJL fans from Rochester and all over the world, are savoring every new moment… embracing the incredible Coup de Grace to a match, one bloody brawl to the next…

 

We, the fans, are SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF OUR VERY LUNGS! Each and every one of us can feel the electricity pumping through the crowd… the adrenaline of the very last fiery tempest coursing through our veins!

 

We now return to the greatest spectacle in sports-entertainment on the world wide web, today…

 

 

 

 

 

 

SJL CRIMSON!!!

 

Edwin : “Bah… filthy Rochestarians! I can smell thee vermin, brooding just above me…”

 

(Suddenly, Edwin and his two announcing cohorts are bombarded by rolls of Mentos!)

 

King : “OWW!!! What the hell!?”

 

Axis : “Damnit, Edwin! You and your loud mouth! The next thing you know, you’re going to get us peed on!”

 

(Edwin whistles innocently, pathetically trying to ease off the accusations.)

 

King : “Fool!”

 

Edwin : “Pissant!”

 

Axis : “Umm… riiiiiiiight. *COUGH* And moving on… the suspense was ever-rising just some minutes ago, as Mike Van Siclen defended his European title against incredible rookie ‘Deathwish’ Danny Williams!”

 

Edwin : “But now, the heat is really on! For our next match, the high-flying aussie Stryke will be dancing the tango of death with two very upset men : Ash Ketchum and the Flunkmasta Flexxx! These two ‘rasslers just lost a huge upset of a match to Erek Taylor, and they’re determined as a bloody screaming beast to make things right again!”

 

King : “…What a bunch of idiots! If you can’t accept a loss, then just go home and cry on your bed!”

 

Edwin : “I prefer to drown my depression by letting my hot mamacita gobble it all up… hee hee hee! But you are MUCH, MUCH MORE familiar with crying on your bed, King!”

 

Axis : “…From announcer to babysitter between two other announcers…”

 

…

 

Axis : “WHY ME!? WHYYYYYY…”

 

Edwin and King both sigh rather loudly to spite Axis, in all his misery.

 

 

 

“Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit kicks up, and 4 blue fireworks blast up from the stage, before 4 silver fireworks blast up from the same spots a second later. Finally, a huge blue flame of pyro blasts up and Stryke appears.

 

Funyon : “This competition is a triple threat match, scheduled for ONE fall! Weighing in at 207 pounds and 6 feet, 4 inches, he is from Sydney, Australia………………. STRRRRRRYKE!!!”

 

After standing there a moment to absorb the thunderous boos of the crowd, he heads down the ramp and quickly slides into the ring, before making his way to the far ring corner and climbing up, raising his right arm to the fans, resulting in another wave of hatred for the Australian. As the fans boo their hearts out, Stryke hops down into the ring to prepare for the match.

 

U2’s ”Elevation" begins to play, and a waterfall of pyro flows over the SmarkTron and shoots up in front of the entrance. But then, as the first words begin, the pyro in front of the entrance stops, a spotlight shining onto the stage, shining off Ash, who is in a Jericho-like pose. Misty is on his left side, her arms on her hips smiling as Ash spins around from his Jericho pose and walks halfway down the ramp. Stopping his walking, Ash brings his right arm up straight in the air quickly and makes his signature split-finger victory sign with his right hand. At this point, five red pyro blasts shoot up from the stage in unison, right where the original pyro was. Ash then runs straight for the ring, where the high-flying aussie eagerly awaits him.

 

Funyon : “The second opponent, accompanied by Misty, he weighs in at 255 pounds and 6 feet, 5 inches. He is from Pallet Town…………… ASH! KET-CHUMMMMMM!!!!!!!”

 

The Pokefreak climbs up onto the apron and steps inside of the ring with Stryke. He and the returned Australian deadlocked their eyesights on each other. As the fans give a standing ovation for the two superstars, both Ash and Stryke take off their sunglasses and look each other in the eyes, with an immeasurable audacity!

 

Axis : “This is looking very intense at the moment! Ash does not want a loss, but Stryke really needs a returning win!”

 

Edwin : “And here comes the THIRD factor in this matchup…”

 

"Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine plays and a video of Flexxx's Golden Gun flashes on the SmarkTron screen, just as there's a clip of a bomb hitting, and a huge yellow stream of pyro flies into the ramp and explodes three times!

 

BANG!

 

BANG!

 

 

BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!

 

 

From within the cloud of yellow smoke, the lone maverick enters the arena of his hometown… Rochester! Flexxx then walks out to the ramp and does striking and spinning motions with his trusty, lethal kendo stick, suddenly stopping to gaze at Ash and Stryke with a very disturbing facial expression. The Flunkmasta walks down the ramp, making crude gestures towards his opponents.

 

Funyon : “The third competitor, weighing in at 267 pounds and 6 feet, 5 inches, he is from Rochester, New York……………….. THA FLUNK-MASTA FLEEEEEEEEEEEEXXX!!!”

 

Flexxx then enters the ring walks to the center, and he mounts all four turnbuckles, raising his hands up in the air with the trademark split-finger victory sign. While eliciting a HUGE pop from the crowd, he jumps back down on the mat for the final time and tosses his kendo stick aside. Ash, Flexxx and Stryke all start to move around the ring, and the referee calls for the match to start!

 

 

 

“DING! DING! DING!”

 

 

 

Axis : “Now this match is finally getting underway! But who will gain the pinfall, and prove themselves as the #2 man in this company?”

 

King : “None of them! It’s pointless when you all know who has proven himself to be the number ONE man in the entirety of SWF Entertainment!”

 

As Ash Ketchum and tha Flunkmasta Flexxx stare each other in the eyes, Flexxx goes for the kill on Ash! But before he can he even get half of a foot from the Pokefreak, he feels a hard elbow smash right into the very nerves on the back of his neck, and the Lone Maverick clumsily stumbles onto the ground! Stryke starts to take predatorial shots at the downed porn star, with both him and Ash stomping their hard boots into his backside. Stryke picks up Flexxx from off of the ground and Stryke grabs hold of one arm, and Ash grabs a hold of the other arm…… and both of them whip Flexxx into the turnbuckle!

 

Axis : “Ash and Stryke have gained dominance over the Flunkmasta, very early on in the match!”

 

After Flexxx’s spine violently collides with the steel turnbuckle post, Ash and Stryke charge towards the hurt Flunkmasta and juuuust about go in for the kill…….. but Flexxx lifts his two feet upwards and jumps up in the air, dropkicking both Ash and Stryke right in their faces!

 

Edwin : “WHOOOOOO! The pokefreak and the high-flying aussie *both* get a big-assed boot rammed into their ugly mugs!”

 

As Ash and Stryke stumble around clumsily from the headshot, still trying to rub the pain off of their faces, Flexxx grabs the ropes to pull himself off of the ground, and then the porn star runs towards Ash and punches him with a hard right! And when Stryke bumps into Flexxx, the Flunkmasta turns around and nails another hard right… on his face! As Ash is still dazed from the dropkick to the skull, Flexxx runs to the ropes and ricochets back off, jumping upwards like a fox and swiftly going through Ash Ketchum with a flying clothesline! After Ash gets knocked down on the mat, Flexxx turns around to see Stryke lunging at him with a Heatseeker superkick! But the wiry Flunkmasta ducks under Stryke’s uplifted leg and waits for Stryke to turn around… then he lands a sharp kick to the gut and plants Stryke’s head into the hard canvas with the Spiked DDT!

 

Axis : “Flexxx nails the STD on the Strykester! And now he’s going for the cover…”

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

A shortly-recovered Ash Ketchum brings his two fists down on Flexxx’s back and knocks him off of Stryke, breaking up the pin! Soon thereafter, the Pokefreak snaps and starts attacking Flexxx by mounting on top of the downed maverick and ramming his hard poke-knuckles into the skull of Flexxx, again and again! Then, Ash grabs Flexxx’s head and lifts him onto his feet, then the Pokefreak swoops his knee into the Flunkmasta’s gut. As Flexxx bends down and holds his abdomen, Ash raises a single arm into the air and yells “YEAH!!!” really loud, then runs up to the ropes, bounces back and kicks his leg upwards into the air and over Flexxx’s head! Once Ash’s foot connects with the porn star’s head, the whole leg’s weight drives the Flunkmasta’s skull face-first into the hard canvas!

 

Axis : “Ash hits a picture-perfect Air Ketchum Deux, gaining back the upper hand on the Flunkmasta!”

 

And as the fans cheer like crazy for the Master of Pokemon, Ash hooks Flexxx’s leg and the referee slides over for the three-count!

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO-kickout!

 

As Ash Ketchum looks upwards in frustration, Flexxx takes the arena by surprise and springs himself back into action, grabbing Ash’s legs and pulling on them, knocking Ash flat on his back. The Flunkmasta Flexxx then completely stands back up and, in a burst of rage, starts stomping the living hell out of Ash! As Flexxx keeps on ramming his hard boot into the Pokemon Master’s side with each bowel-shaking stomp after another, Ash desperately tries to roll away. So just then, Flexxx jumps up and lunges at Ash with a falling elbow, stopping him in his tracks! And with one smooth jab of the foot,…… CRACK! Flexxx brings his hard left boot down on the Pokemon Master’s forehead, with a force that could have nearly gave Ash a concussion!

 

Edwin : “It looks like the Pokefreak has been flunked down! Flexxx has taken out both Ash Ketchum and Stryke!”

 

Axis : “Yeah… and man oh man, is the raging porno man on FIIIIRE!!!”

Looking around the ring, seeing that both men are down, the Flunkmasta struts around the ring arrogantly and raises his arms up in the air with his trademark split-finger victory signs!

 

…Just before Stryke grabs the unsuspecting porn star’s head, twists it around and nails a swinging neckbreaker! THUD!

 

King : “I agree, Flexxx is on fire. But we all knew him as a big flaming idiot anyways!”

 

Stryke then mounts on top of Flexxx and punches his sweaty face inwards. After deciding that Flexxx had taken enough punishment, Stryke makes a full stand and runs to the ropes, then bounces right back and leaps towards Flexxx with a flying elbow to his ribs… then rams the hard bone into his chest cavity! Flexxx immediately turns over on his side and holds his chest in pain, but Stryke wasn’t done with him at all. The Showstopper sprinted to the ropes with a furious speed, jumped right up, and without turning his body around at all, Stryke leaps really high and flips in mid-air! After floating in the air and making the crowd cheer in awe, landing on a certain unlucky porno man with a 270-degree Moonsault that drives Stryke’s hard kneecaps right into the chest of the porn star!

 

Axis : “OHHH MAN! LITHIUM HEARTATTACK ON FLEXXX! And even on his return match, this high-flying australian is on an overdrive!”

 

Stryke grabs Flexxx’s leg and bends it back for the pinfall…

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

THR-kickout!

 

Axis : “Oh so close! Flexxx just *barely* got the shoulder up!”

 

In an attempt to water down the porn star’s strength and energy, Stryke grabs Flexxx’s long, dark-brown dreadlocks and lifts the Flunkmasta back onto his own two feet. Stryke throws a hard right to Flexxx’s face, but the raging porno man blocks the punch and stalls Stryke, rolling up a really hard punch and sending it flying into Stryke’s jaw. Flexxx rolls up another hard right punch and knocks it into Stryke’s forehead, making the Strykester stumble backwards and lean on the ropes. Seeing a clear opening for an attack, Flexxx sprints to the opposite side and bounces back off the ropes, still running towards Stryke… and Flexxx sharply lifts up his leg against Stryke’s cranium, knocking the high-flying australian out of the ring!

 

Axis : “What a running superkick to the face of Stryke!”

 

After Stryke trips off of the ring apron and falls onto the hard concrete flooring from below, he holds one hand under his aching spine and tries to pull himself back up while heavily groaning in pain. Still inside of the ring, the conniving porn star slides under the bottom rope and exits the ring, walking over to the downed Stryke. Flexxx stomps his boot right onto the Australian’s throat and brings himself downwards to apply a chokehold onto Stryke’s windpipe. As the high-flying Showstopper coughs and gags, desperately trying to breathe vital oxygen into his lungs, Flexxx slowly takes shots at Stryke’s body, constantly winding down the Australian. After much exhaustion and jeering from an upset crowd of Rochestarians, Flexxx lifts Stryke upwards and drags him over to the barricade, and slams Stryke’s face against the solid steel!

 

Edwin : “Mmm… metal tastes good indeed.”

 

As Stryke lays his head downward on the barricade and the crazed fans patted Stryke on the back, the raging porno man grabbed the weakened Australian’s head and lifted it back up again, then forced Stryke’s head flying back towards the very same barricade! BUT… Stryke shoves his hands in front of him and breaks the fall, then grabs Flexxx’s head in turn and rams HIS skull into the hard-ass metal! Then Stryke slams Flexxx against the barricade two final times, making Flexxx clumsily stumble backwards and lose his focus on the elusive Australian.

 

King : “Damn… he better stop that or all of Flexxx’s brain cells will be gone!”

 

But somehow, just somehow, Flexxx manages to knock in a hard right uppercut on Stryke and stall his match-winning momentum. Flexxx then punches Stryke with a hard right again and again, still fatigued from enduring his head-throbbing headache, and Flexxx grabs Stryke’s arm to whip the high-flyer into the steel steps. Just before Stryke’s legs were about to make contact with the jagged steel, however, the agile Australian sprung himself upward and jumped onto the steel steps to break his run! Then Stryke leaped onto the ring apron and furiously dashed to the right, then he turned himself around……… and Stryke knocks the Flunkmasta down with a dropkick to the conniving porn star’s head!

 

Axis : “MISSILE DROPKICK!!! The Showstopper catches Flexxx off-guard and takes the full advantage!”

 

After Stryke knocked Flexxx onto the hard concrete from below, Stryke pulled himself back onto his two feet and slowly slid underneath the bottom rope to reenter the squared circle. As Stryke stood upwards and Flexxx was still trying to desperately pull himself back up, the Strykester ran against the ropes and sprinted back at a furious speed, instantly exciting the fans……. When Stryke finally reaches the other side, he grabs the top rope and leaps onto it, then puts a spring in his footing and bounces upwards really high in the sky, floating over the downed maverick Flexxx like a falling angel of death!

 

King : “Holy shit! He’s going to fall on Flexxx faster than a hijacked airplane! Flexxx is screwed for sure!”

 

…But Flexxx rolls out of the way, and Stryke spazzes out in midair as he helplessly careens towards the steel barricade from several feet above the floor!

 

CLANK! Stryke flies right into the metal edge of the barricade, nearly injuring his ribs! The weakened Australian bends over and holds his aching sides in pain, learning just now that maybe he should learn to look before he leaps!

 

King : “Heh… that was smart.”

 

After Flexxx pulls himself back upwards, he walks over to the aching Stryke and pulls his arm backwards just slightly for a really hard knife-edge chop to the ribs…

 

“OOOOOOHHHH!!!!!”

 

Stryke’s head falls backwards from the sharp impact of the knife-edge chop, and his facial expression conveys great agony. Since Flexxx was bored of this routine of systematically breaking down his enemies with chops, however, he saw that the referee was looking away. Flexxx backed up just slightly and sidekicked the unlucky Australian square in his nuts!

 

Edwin : “Holy shit on a chocolate cream strudel! What the bloody hell is Flexxx thinking? He could have gotten disqualified!”

 

King : “Where is the referee, anyway?”

 

Axis : “He’s trying to help Ash back up. It seems that Ash did get a minor concussion after all.”

 

King : “That’s all!?”

 

Axis : “…Yeah…”

 

King : “FIRE THE INCOMPETENT BASTARD, EDWIN! FIRE HIM NOWWWW!!!!”

 

Edwin : “I should fire you, but… gah… that stupid clause in that contract…”

 

King : “MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I LOVE ME!”

 

As the high-flyer striked out of luck (no pun intended) and ended up holding his nuts with his mouth wide open from an indescribable pain, Flexxx grabbed Stryke and rolled the poor guy back into the ring. After Flexxx made his under-the-rope reentry as well, the Flunkmasta walks over to Stryke and lifts his two legs up with his hands, then stomps his foot right into Stryke’s groin, taking yet another shot at the Showstopper’s manhood! Having Stryke at bay, Flexxx looked around the ring and found for himself another fine recipient of pain : Ash Ketchum, whom Flexxx had left in the ring after a really sharp legdrop that went straight to the Pokemon Master’s forehead!

 

Axis : “I hope that Flexxx isn’t going to attack Ash right now… the man’s got a minor concussion and it does NOT need to get any worse!”

 

King : “Concussion, Axis-is-a-douche-in! It’s his own damn fault that he didn’t avoid receiving it!”

 

As the referee sits next to Ash, trying to get him back up into action, Flexxx kicks Ash in his side and cockily struts around as the Pokefreak tries to move away from him. Then Flexxx grabs Ash by his head and lifts him back onto his own two feet, just so he can beat the living tar out of him! Rolling up with a hard right fist… bam! Flexxx’s fists courteously greet Ash’s face with a jolt of sharp pain. When Flexxx grabs Ash’s arm and whips him into the ropes, Ash bounces off of them and Flexxx sweeps his right leg upwards for the superkick!

 

 

 

…But Ash ducks under Flexxx’s leg and keeps on running to the opposite side! Once Ash bounces off of the other set of ropes, he lowers his head, aims it towards the porn star, and lets out one hell of a battlecry! Ash maims Flexxx by ramming his hard skull right into the Flunkmasta’s bowels, knocking the conniving bastard straight down on his ass with the Bullhorn!

 

King : “Oh my frickin’ lord almighty…… GORE! GORE! GORE!”

 

Axis : “It’s called a Bullhorn, you Heyman wannabe! The BULLHORN!”

 

After removing his head from Flexxx’s maimed gut, Ash snaps out of control and starts punching Flexxx’s head and even going as far as to ram the porno master’s skull against the hard canvas, again and again! Having almost completely punked out the Flunkmasta Flexxx, the Pokefreak screamed at the top of his lungs again and dragged the immobilized porn star back into a full standing position, then Ash lifted Flexxx several feet above the ground with a double-handed chokehold into a body press. And two seconds later, Ash Ketchum spun himself around by 180 degrees and rammed the Flunkmasta’s head straight down onto the canvas like a guillotine, nailing the Johto Street Cutter!

 

Axis : “Yes! The Johto Street Cutter, version three! Ash’s moves are well-designed to take out any kind of opponent!”

 

Edwin : “Oh, but come now! I do say, what about all of the sumo wrestlers that won’t even budge without offerings of 15 McDonald’s burgers?”

 

Axis : “Uh, maybe not them… but you get my point.”

 

With Flexxx being downed by a heavily-damaging maneuver, Ash hooks the leg and goes for the pinfall!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

Kickout!

 

Edwin : “No soup for Ash! Flexxx kicks out, yet again.”

 

Ash gets back up from the pinhold, and then he starts punching Flexxx’s unsightly face inwards with his knuckles again! But even though Ash was starting to take control of the match… Stryke came up running right behind Ash and the Showstopper delivered a falling elbow to the Pokefreak’s spine. Upon knocking Ash off of Flexxx, Stryke pulled Ash back up from off the mat and then knocked Ash closer to the ropes with a hard right, but then Ash suddenly grabbed Stryke’s arm and whipped him into the ropes. But the high-flying Australian reversed the Irish whip and sent Ash sprinting towards the ropes. When Ash Ketchum bounced right back, Stryke crouched down and flung his foot upwards in a smooth, precise motion that literally sent Ash flying off of his feet!

 

Axis : “Heatseeker on Ash! What a sharp, cracking superkick to the jaw of the Pokemon Master!”

 

But Stryke was FAR from his grand finale. The high-flying Australian then ran his way to the ropes again, but this time he grabs the top rope and climbs onto it with only a few swift motions of his feet. Stryke then springs himself high up in the air, flipping in midair and puncturing Ash’s midsection with his kneecaps, in a 270-degree Meteor (Springboard Lionsault)!

 

Edwin : “WHOO! Those meteors are a-comin’ and crashing down!”

 

Axis : “And now Stryke may have the match in hand! He’s going for the pinfall…”

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR-Flexxx spin-kicks the referee in the back of his legs, knocking him down without sight of the culprit!

 

King : “Ah, now there’s a man that’s using his brain! Right there in the ring!”

 

Axis : “Yeah. A man who’s starting to look a bit ‘yellow’, if you know what I mean…”

 

Flexxx also stomps his boots on the referee’s back, somewhat effectively scaring him away. With no obstacles left in his path, the Flunkmasta Flexxx lands an extremely sharp kick to the side of Stryke’s body and lunges at him with another falling elbow to the nerves on the back of his neck! Adequately disposing of Stryke, Flexxx shoves the Showstopper off of the other downed man, Ash, and Flexxx stares at him with evil intentions. Picking up the Undercard King’s leg, Flexxx stomps on his back muscle and then starts to pull on it, making the tired Ash groan in pain. After Flexxx was done breaking down Ash in that manner, he tried another method. The wily porn star crossed Ash’s two legs together and put his own leg around one of Ash’s, locking in a reverse Sharpshooter!

 

Axis : “This can’t be good for Ash! Flexxx is trying to tear Ash apart at the very base of his body, the legs!”

 

King : “Hmm…”

 

As Flexxx applied a great deal of pressure to the Pokemon Master’s legs and lower back, Ash Ketchum was drowning in a pool of his own anguish. Ash slowly struggled to move away from his aggressive opponent, but Flexxx used his free leg to consecutively stomp his boot onto Ash’s spine, again and again. But despite all the odds, the very determined Ash Ketchum furiously crawled over to the ropes by moving his elbow, no matter how much flesh he wore off of them, and he just *barely* got a strong hold onto the bottom rope!

 

Axis : “NO! Ash survives by grabbing the bottom rope, and breaking the submission hold by official rules!”

 

King : “And who said that rules had to be followed to win the game? Huh?”

 

Edwin : “Your COMMISSIONER says so, you overbearing peon you!”

 

King : “Why don’t I get to be commissioner!? *fake sobbing* I even held the SWF World Title at one time, but you never did!”

 

The referee tried to pull the raging porno man off of Ash Ketchum, but the stubborn old bastard pushed the referee aside and grudgingly agreed to break the reverse sharpshooter submission hold. When Ash Ketchum was finally released from the porn star's clutches, he slowly pulled himself back up by the ropes, but Flexxx ran over to the struggling Ash and made things even worse for the Pokemon Master by driving his foot into his spine! From that one really painful shot, alone, Ash Ketchum let go of the ropes and fell face-flat onto the mat. Flexxx grabbed Ash’s head and lifted him back upwards, then the Flunkmasta whipped the fatigued Ash into the turnbuckle post.

 

Axis : “Now Ash is in the corner. What will he do now?”

 

Before Ash could do anything, however, Flexxx sprinted right towards Ash Ketchum and kicked him in the gut to make him bend down. Just then, Flexxx sprang himself around to the Pokefreak’s back area and he tightly wrapped his arms around Ash’s neck. With one swift motion of the body and arms, Flexxx suplexed Ash over his head and rammed the back of his neck into the turnbuckle post!

 

Axis : “WHOA!!! A picture-perfect Flexxxplex just drove the Pokefreak’s head and neck into the turnbuckle post!”

 

Having knocked Ash back down again, Flexxx went to hook the leg, once again for a pinfall.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE-no! Kickout!

 

Axis : “NO, WAIT! Ash Ketchum had the shoulder up by the three-count! Something tells me Flexxx is NOT going to be a happy camper right now…”

 

Edwin : “Oh no. Nobody can withstand the wrath of those disgruntled campers! RARRRR, KILL!!! KILL!!!”

 

Flexxx gets back up and hears the excitement of the fans after Ash’s kicking out of the pin, and he nearly pulls his long, dark-brown dreadlocks out in utter frustration! In a bit of rage and hatred, Flexxx impatiently pulls Ash Ketchum back up again and tries to whip him into the ropes… but Ash knees Flexxx in the gut and brings his silly porn star ass back onto the mat with a Guillotine Choke, aka “The Bind”!

 

Axis : “Ash counters with the Bind! Is he starting to get back his upper hand in the match?”

 

King : “BAH! My main man Flexxx is gonna get what he deserves in the end! HAHAHAHA!!!”

 

Edwin : “You mean a really hard bitchslap to the face and a gangbang by 500 horny pikachus?”

 

Axis : “……”

 

King : “……”

 

Edwin : “Uh… did I say something really god-awful just now? Because it’s not very often that a bunch of full-grown men give me ‘the look’ more than my girlfriend does.”

 

As Ash chokes Flexxx with the Bind power-chokehold, the Flunkmasta tries to kick up and down to get loose. But all of a sudden… Flexxx forces himself off of the mat, against Ash’s added weight, and knocks Ash’s back down onto the mat! Flexxx then punches Ash in the face at a slow, but constant pace with his hard, glove-covered knuckles. When Flexxx finally paid attention to the crowd’s booing, he made a full stand and walked over to the turnbuckles, raising his arms in confusion and asking why the hell the fans had turned on him, all of a sudden. Emotionally torn apart, Flexxx decided to go back to wearing Ash down. Flexxx lifts the significantly weakened Ash Ketchum back onto his own two feet, once again, but Ash’s most recent stand ended up short-lived. Flexxx grabs a hold of Ash’s waist and hovers Ash into the air with all of his strength, turning a full 180 degrees…

 

Axis : “Oh shit! Is Flexxx doing what I think he’s doing?”

 

…And at the end of the full 180 turn, Flexxx forces Ash’s spine onto the mat like a dropping vault into the ground, nailing a Sky High! Keeping the position intact, Flexxx wraps one leg around one of Ash’s legs, yet again, and he painfully turns Ash over on his side, then he sits on Ash’s back while pulling back on his legs. The aggressive porn star had just locked in the original Sharpshooter!

 

Axis : “NO!!! Goddamnit, this is the move that Flexxx calls the ‘Last Beat’! The last time that Flexxx used this move on Ash, the Pokemon Master was only a split second from tapping out before he broke the hold!”

 

But as Ash struggled as much as he could and foolishly drained all of his energy down the proverbial drain, and Flexxx held onto the Undercard King with absolute relentlessness, a lean figure was on the turnbuckle, looming over both Flexxx and Ash Ketchum with a huge shadow on the mat!

 

Axis : “What the hell?”

 

Edwin : “That’s Stryke! The Showstopper is up to something really big here… and I think we’re going to find out what it is! Right about…….. NOW!!!”

 

The high-flying Australian gracefully leaps off of the turnbuckle, speedily floating downwards while catching a lot of air, and bashing his flying kneecap right into Flexxx’s head, knocking the Flunkmasta off of Ash Ketchum! The crowd gets to its feet in applause, cheering the awesome maneuver by the daredevil from down under!

 

 

 

King : “HOT DAMN! Stryke breaks Flexxx’s ‘Last Beat’ by nailing a flying attack into his face!”

 

Axis : “Indeed, King! Stryke is back in action! But can he take out both Ash Ketchum AND the Flunkmasta Flexxx at this point in time!?”

 

After Stryke rolled himself back into a standing position, after the flying knee smash, he saw Ash Ketchum getting up and trying a surprise attack on him… but Stryke punches Ash in the face, making him clumsily stumble back away from Stryke! Just then, Stryke saw Flexxx holding onto the ropes to try and pull himself up too! But that was all to no avail, as Stryke caught him in the act and ran over to grab Flexxx’s head, then plant him into the mat with a Spiked DDT!

 

And just then, as Stryke turned around to face himself towards Ash, he runs towards the Undercard King and grabs his head from a reverse headlock position, then powerfully lifts him over his head and stalls for three seconds to get the proper footing…….. then Stryke jumps down and nearly spikes Ash’s head into the mat with the Particle Explosion!

 

Axis : “OH MY GOD! WHAT AN IMPACT…”

 

Stryke panted for a bit after the huge power move, trying to draw his strength back. But Stryke’s much-needed break was rudely interrupted, as a certain man grabbed his neck and pulled him back onto his two feet!

 

Axis : “Ahhhh crap! But Flexxx has a hold of Stryke now!”

 

Immediately upon turning Stryke around, Flexxx lands a weak kick to Stryke’s midsection and puts a ¾ facelock on Stryke, then he smashes the Showstopper’s chin into his shoulder with his powerful stunner… the ‘Twisterfuck’!

 

Edwin : “HOLY CRAP! TWISTERFUUUUCK!!! TWISTERFUCK ON STRYKE!!!”

 

And even worse, Flexxx holds Stryke even after the Twisterfuck stunner, looping around to Stryke’s back and locking in the fatal submission maneuver… the Cry of the Depraved! As the deranged porn star squeezed on Stryke’s neck as hard as he could, the high-flying Australian coughed and gagged with much desperation! But his attempts to survive failed, as Flexxx successfully brough Stryke onto the mat so he could lock in the Cry of the Depraved even tighter… so freaking tight on his windpipe…

 

 

 

 

AUUUUUUUUUUGHHH!!!!! *Stryke slaps the mat frantically, signaling a submission!*

 

Axis : “Oh no… Stryke taps out! It’s over, folks… feel free to change the channel now.”

 

 

 

“DING! DING! DING!”

 

 

Funyon : “The winner of this matchup, by submission……………… THA FLUNK-MAAAASTAH FLEEEEEEEXXX!!!”

 

As “Bulls on Parade” by Rage Against the Machine blares loudly over the SmarksTron speakers, a correlation of jeering and boos resonate throughout the arena of Rochestarians, and Flexxx gets back up to have his arm raised by the referee! Then Flexxx kicks the referee in the gut and stunners the ref, laying him out on the ground as well.

 

Axis : “What’s happened to Flexxx!? I thought he was supposed to make things right in this federation! But now, he’s resorted to cheaper tactics and showed no compassion whatsoever…”

 

King : “Well duh, you morons! The guy freakin’ wised up, that’s all! He’s sending a message out there to the current world champion, Erek Taylor! HE WANTS THAT BELT!”

 

Edwin : “Either way… I don’t like these bad vibes coming from him… not at all.”

 

 

 

 

 

THE END

 

 

 

 

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As you can see, I typed too many damn words to have a cool ending. Bah, I would've done better if it were a singles match. I hate multi-threats.

[Guest crusen86]

Excellente! Another quality show - I particularly liked the opening promo. Other promos were top stuff as well.

 

But... How could you do that to a Lamborghini!???@??!?

[Guest midnight_burn]

Smashing up expensive cars = RATINGS.

[Guest ErekT2k]

Ah correction there Strykie....

 

Smashing the Champion's car= MAJOR RATINGS!

 

And to answer Crusen's question, uh, well, let's just say I'm getting a Ferrari next, so no worries!

 

There. Now to comment on the show. I'd like to express how now pointless it is to read the TV Title Match (IMO anyways). The promo following after explains how Brody got screwed by the TV Title, so that basically sums it up. Other than that, everything is in order, and good matches all around, especially from Frost. I believe we'll be seeing Cutthroat whine on this thread soon, and when he sees that nobody's gonna take it, I predict that Cutthroat will leave the federation because of his losing streak.

 

[Guest]

No!

 

Cutthroat leaving would be a bad thing.

 

I need at least one win in my SJL career.

[Guest CED Ordonez]

PROMO

Hola me llamo es Brak...

END PROMO

 

Now let's get down to bizsnatch or sumpin like dat. You gunna dub! *slaps himself* Dammit, late night postings...quick 'n' dirty for you folks tonight:

 

Congrats to whoever one the freaking title matches. I'm too lazy to wait and check any longer.

 

Welcome to Frost officially from me. Newbies by the bowlful: gotta love it!

 

Cutthroat is my hero in the sense like The Bossman is. I think he needs a monster push like the one Bossman's getting right now, too. Hey remember the 80's when the Bossman was really, really fat? Those were the days...but I digress.

 

Hurray for promos! And uhh...umm...BLARG!

 

And in the morning, I'm gonna play some DDR and all will be fine.

[Guest Shawn]

Ow. My hand... damn windows.

 

As you might have noticed, I am (or will be) no longer the TV champ. Sadly, the match wasn't posted and all of the promos give it away... but oh well. It was a little obvious from the start.

 

I did not write my job to be fair to Kojack and Reaper so they can earn the title.

 

Goodluck to Kojack and Reaper. You didn't forget the storyline I told you guys, right?

 

No no-showed matches? Awesome. Lets try to keep up the good work.

 

Nice debut from Phr0st. I'll have to be keeping my eye on him.

 

Good job to Mafia.

 

Good promo from Erek.

 

All together it was a good show.

 

FEAR ASH! After that triple threat, you can see why I called my dogs off and left Ced.

 

Oh and lastly, goodluck out to Flesher. Win that title!

[Guest]

Fear Ash? I only fear the man they call Johnny Generic...and only will I leave the fed when Johnny Generic retiers me...

[Guest Ash Ketchum]

Wow... Edwin was right about freestyling writing...

 

I didn't expect to win... but hey it's cool.

 

^____^ Ash is happy...

 

Nice promos all around. Congrats to all the winners...

 

I'm looking for big things from Erek & Stryke, but then... nah. You'll see later  

 

And yes Cutthroat, fear Ash.

 

Gotta go to church, so see y'all later!

 

~Ash Ketchum~

[Guest]

Anywhooo, when is the Metal card going up?

[Guest Muzz]

just to remind you all, I don't fear anyone.

 

Oh, nice show too, you crazy Junior Leaguers.

[Guest]

Yeah, we are crazy! I can run on my hands and legs like a wild animal! Off I go to wake my parents up, again...tehe...

[Guest HVilleThugg]

I haven't read the show, but it sounds like it was very good.  I'm sorry about the matches...but...well, my excuse sucks, but i'm gonna give it anyway.

 

I don't know how many of you watch the NCAA tournament, but the Maryland Terrapins won their first every final four game last night.  Those of you who know me, know that I attend the University of Maryland.  So, as you can imagine, I was just a little excited about that last night.  I had to go out and celebrate after the game, and had all intentions of marking when I returned...I even told King that I would.  Unfortunately, my celebration turned into my getting blitzed, so when it came time to mark, I was too drunk to keep my eyes open.  So, I passed out.  I'm sorry everyone...I know it's not the greatest of excuses, but that's what happened, so...

 

Anyway, right now, I'm currently writing my match for the WF PPV, and as soon as I finish that, I'm going to mark the matches and pass them along.  So, they'll be up at some point today...depending on when I'm done my match and when King gets on.

 

If they're any markers out there that want to hurry this along, just send me a PM and I'll send you the matches to mark...I'll be online until I'm done.

 

And rememeber...

 

FEAR THE FUCKIN' TURTLE!!!

 

GO TERPS!!

 

Da "constantly celebrating" H

[Guest Ace309]

I caught the late flight in, missed Brody's match AND missed my match? Damn American Airlines.

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Huh??

 

No, I have all the matches.  I just haven't marked them yet.  I will when I'm done writing my match.

 

Da "confused" H

[Guest midnight_burn]

I used to have a terrapin, until it died.

 

So (Y) for Maryland Terrapins, (Y) at NCAA basketball and (Y) at getting drunk. Think i might go off and do some of that myself.

 

-Stryke

[Guest Ace309]

Um...

 

just lame storyline humour...

 

Ace slinks away, having been so vague as to cause people to miss the point.

[Guest HVilleThugg]

OOOHHHHHHHH!!

 

{insert fake laugh}

 

Yeah, anyways...

 

Da "sleepy because he woke up early to write his match" H

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

So do the markers just not like mat matches.  Everytime I write one, I loose.  I have seriously yet to see a heavyweight match, where to guys go out there and hit each other with big move after big move for 10+ mins.  Anyway my match in question:

 

Axis: Welcome back, Crimson fans.  Coming up right now we have “Deathwish” Danny Williams taking on Mafia.

 

Edwin: Mafia has turned around his bad luck as of late with a win last week against Xero.

 

Suicide King: Xero, give me a break.  Luck had nothing to do with it, I could dismantle that loser in under a minute.

 

Edwin: Shut up! The match is starting.

 

(The lights turn down as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Prong hits, and multi-colored lights flash onto the entry way and ring. Multiple spotlights await Mafia, and finally, he walks out with arms outstretched, palms facing the sky, to loud boos from those in attendance. He walks slowly down the ramp, seemingly forcing the fans to wait for the match, and the spotlights follow him on his descent. He takes a turn at the bottom of the ramp, and walks up the ring steps, before climbing into the ring.)

 

Funyon: Weighing in at 215 lbs,  hailing from Denver Colorado, he is MAFIAAAA!!!

 

(The heavy grinding grooves of Dillinger Escape Plans "Calculating Infinity" blasts over the loud speakers. The smarktron simply says Deathwish in white letters and follows that with highlights of Danny’s Indie and New Japan Matches. Danny comes out on to the platform. He simply looks around, and shakes his head to a mixed reaction. He walks to the ring with a focused, no nonsense look on his face. He gets in the ring and just warms up.)

 

Funyon: And his opponent weighing in at 235 lbs, hailing from Louisville, Kentucky, he is “Deathwish” Danny WILLIAMSSSS!!!

 

 

DING! DING! DING!  (Mafia and Deathwish cautiously circle each other, without taking their eyes off one another.  They quickly lock up in the center of the ring.  Deathwish pushes Mafia in the corner, and Kivell steps in.  They break the hold cleanly, and Deathwish lets Mafia step out of the corner.  The crowd is dead silent for the heel/heel matchup. )

 

Axis: Williams has about 20 lbs on Mafia, and is easily the much stronger of the two.

 

Edwin: Let me tell you, he didn’t get that extra 20 lbs. with good old fashioned hard work either.

 

King: What are you implying Edwin. Your just jealous cause you’ll never have a body like that.  Hell, you’ll never even have a body like mine.

 

(They circle each other again, before locking up. Mafia gets the advantage with a fireman carry takedown.  Mafia quickly sits on top of the belly up Deathwish, and tries to lock on a cross armbreaker.   Deathwish locks his hands to prevent Mafia from falling back, but to no avail as Mafia locks on the hold.  Deathwish grunts from the pain, as Mafia tries to rip his arm out of the socket.  In a matter of seconds, Deathwish manages to set up, and roll  Mafia in a school boy pin type position.  Mafia keeps his shoulders up, and keeps the arm scissored.   Deathwish inches around in the arm scissors, until he  is standing over Mafia’s head .  Deathwish drops a couple of knees into Mafia’s face, until he releases the hold.  Deathwish isn’t done yet, as he sticks his boot on Mafia’s throat.  Kivell steps in and forces Deathwish to release the choke. Kivell warns Deathwish about the choke, while Mafia lies on the ground gasping for air.  The crowd is still dead. )

 

Axis: Mafia choked out, by a dirty Danny Williams.

 

King: Ha! Brilliant move by Danny, If you can’t breathe you can’t win.

 

Edwin: He takes after you King, he can’t beat anyone fairly.  

 

(Kivell lets Deathwish go, as Mafia finally makes it to his feet, rubbing his throat.   Deathwish comes at Mafia with arms extended to grab him.  Mafia surprises him with a hard kick to his shin.  The hard kick stops Deathwish in his tracks.  Mafia follows with another kick to the shin, and another, and a another, backing Deathwish up with each kick.  Mafia dives at Deathwish’s leg and gets a rolling leg lock.  They land very close to the ropes, and Deathwish is able to grab the bottom rope with both hands.  Deathwish begans screaming for Kivell to hurry up and break the hold.  Kivell steps in and begans counting.  Deathwish isn’t satisfied with the count, and starts kicking Mafia’s back with his free leg.  Mafia lets go of the hold, as Deathwish lets out a sigh of relief.  Mafia gets to his feet, and jams his boot in Deathwish’s throat.    Mafia grips the top rope for leverage, as he tries to choke the life out of Deathwish.  Kivell steps in, and begins counting.  Mafia finally releases the hold.  Deathwish rolls out of the ring, holding his throat and coughing.  Mafia raises his arms in the air, as the dead crowd comes somewhat to life with a few “boos”.)

 

Axis: Now Mafia is wrestling dirty too.

 

King: I love this, both men have proven they will do whatever it takes to win.

 

Edwin: Except follow the rules?

 

King: Exactly, since you know nothing about winning let me enlighten you.   Rules is just something that gets in the way of winning.

 

(After a warning from Kivell, Mafia invites Deathwish back in the ring.  Deathwish stays on the outside, despite Kivell starting to count. The crowd “boos” Deathwish’s stalling.  A sarcastic Mafia sits on the second rope, holding the ropes open for Deathwish to reenter the ring.  Deathwish responds by flipping him off, walking around to the other side of the ring and letting himself in.  The crowd pops a little for Deathwish’s attitude. Now both men are in the ring, and they briefly stare each other down.  They walk towards each other without hesitation and tie up.  Deathwish gets the advantage with a headlock.  Deathwish tries to trip him up, but Mafia is able to walk them into a corner.  Kivell steps in and makes Deathwish break the hold.  As soon as Kivell is out of the way, Mafia rams a knee into Deathwish’s gut.  Mafia rams two more knees for good measure, before grabbing Deathwish’s arm and Irishwhipping him out of the  corner.....but Deathwish holds on to Mafia’s arm and reverses, sending him crashing back first into the cross corner.  Camera’s lights flash, as Deathwish follows with an  acrobatic tumble across the ring and drives a back elbow into Mafia’s chest. The crowd finally makes some noise, as the action speeds up.)

 

Edwin: Wow! what a move. I had no idea Deathwish could do that.

 

Axis: Williams looking more and more like his pre-rehab self with each match.

 

(Deathwish follows the tumbling elbow smash with a hard knife edge chop across Mafia’s chest.  Despite being against the cloth, the chop still makes a sick thump as the crowd “woos”.  Deathwish hits him with two more chops, before hiptossing the winded Mafia into the center of the ring.   Deathwish climbs the turnbuckle and perches on the top rope.  Mafia staggers to his feet, turns around, and gets nailed in the chest with a missile dropkick.  The crowd applauds the high impact move.  Deathwish crawls over Mafia, and hooks the leg.  Kivell drops and counts.)

 

One....

Two......

 

(Mafia raises a shoulder up, and rolls on his back.  Deathwish locks on a kneeling side headlock, not even bothering to argue the count.  Deathwish begans twisting Mafia’s head around, with the headlock.  Mafia manages to push them back up to the vertical position.  Deathwish keeps grinding the headlock around, twisting the neck.  Mafia grabs Deathwish’s arms and uses all his strength to push the his arms off his neck, into a overhead wristlock test of strength.  Both men dig their feet in the ground and try to gain the advantage.   The crowd doesn’t know who to cheer for, and is eerily quiet.  Deathwish begans to easily overpower Mafia, but Mafia sweeps his leg out, flooring him.  Mafia stands over the belly up Deathwish and keeps the wristlock on.  Suddenly, Deathwish does a kick up, grabs Mafia’s left arm, and reverses to a wristlock of his own.  Deathwish doesn’t keep the hold on long, as Mafia grabs his left arm and reverses to a wristlock.)

 

King: Not a wise move, by either man to wrestle cleanly.  I would never make that mistake.

 

Edwin: Ohhh and your so perfect.(sarcasm)

 

King: Yes, thank you.  I am starting to not hate you as much.

 

Edwin: Wish I could say the same about you.    

 

(Mafia puts himself in proper position to keep Deathwish from reversing. Feeling safe, Mafia gives Deathwish a quick arm wrench.  Deathwish lets out a quick scream, before regrouping.  He  walks Mafia  in circles looking for escape.  Deathwish drops and rolls, does a cartwheel, a front flip, and gives Mafia an arm wrench reversing the hold.  The crowd gives a brief cheer for the athletic reversal.   Deathwish releases the wristlock in favor of a side headlock.  Deathwish once again starts grinding Mafias neck over and over.  In great pain, Mafia desperately tries to walk them to a corner, but Deathwish takes off running towards the corner, while keeping the headlock on.  Deathwish jumps on to the second turnbuckle and takes Mafia to the ground in the center of the ring, with a slingshot headlock takedown. The crowd pops for Deathwish’s athletic offense again.   Kivell notices Mafia’s shoulders are to the mat, and counts.)

 

One....

Two......

 

(Mafia raises his shoulder, and rolls over, but is still trapped in a seated headlock.  Deathwish begins jerking Mafia’s head up, trying to pull his head off.  Mafia screams and grinds his teeth, with each yank on his neck.)

 

Axis: A lot of people don’t know this, but a headlock is one of the most painful moves in this great sport.  Especially if you have a history of neck problems.

 

Edwin: Yeah! painful to watch.

 

King: Your just saying that because you never mastered the fine art of the headlock.  Your just a showman.  Williams is a wrestler.  Iam a great wrestler.  In fact I am the greatest wrestler.

 

(Deathwish briefly releases the headlock, but holds Mafia face down.  Deathwish drops two knees to the back of his neck.  Mafia covers up and tries to roll away, but Deathwish stays on him and traps him with a front headlock.  Mafia fights back up to his feet.  Mafia tries to force Deathwish, into a corner, but he won’t budge.  Deathwish punishes him by twisting his neck, over and over.  Fighting the pain, Mafia wraps his arms around Deathwish’s waist and lifts him up into the air for a northern light suplex.  Deathwish manages to plant his feet back on the mat, only to be lifted again....but Mafia can’t follow through.  Deathwish lands again, and rams some knees into Mafia’s abs, to stop the comeback.)

 

(Deathwish snapmares Mafia from the front headlock to the center of the ring.  Deathwish quickly locks on a sleeper, but begins jerking Mafia’s head left and right, with a neck wrench.  Mafia screams, as neck gives a sick pop with each twist.  Deathwish briefly releases the hold, and quickly stands up. He holds his left arm on top of Mafia’s head, and drives about five forearms into the back of his neck.  Deathwish immediately locks Mafia back into the sleeperhold, and continues the neck wrenches. Most of the crowd still doesn’t know who to cheer, and remains slient.)  

 

Axis: Willliams really done his homework on Mafia.  Working his historically weak neck without mercy.

 

Edwin: Its like unscrewing a lightbulb.

 

(Mafia fights to his knees, forcing Deathwish to release the sleeper in favor of a side headlock.  Mafia powers them back up to the vertical position, and begins driving elbows into Deathwish’s gut, but he won’t release the headlock.  Mafia locks his arms around Deathwish’s waist and slams  him to the mat with a ring shacking back suplex........but Deathwish still keeps on the sideheadlock and rolls Mafia on to his belly.  However, Deathwish is weaken, and Mafia has no trouble pushing him back up to the vertical position.  Mafia wraps his arms around Deathwish’s waist and tires the back suplex again.......but Deathwish gets free and flips behind Mafia.  Deathwish locks on a side headlock.  Mafia throws more elbows into Deathwish’s gut.  Deathwish can’t take much more and switches to a front headlock.  Mafia wraps his arms around his waist, and slams him with a northern light suplex.  The crowd shows some life as Mafia bridges for the pin.)

 

One....

Two......

 

(Deathwish gets free.  Both men are slow to get up, Mafia is up first.  He slowly tries to turn his head, but his face shows an expression of extreme pain. He pops his neck a few times, and is obviously very sore.  Deathwish uses the ropes to get up, and Mafia is already on him.  Deathwish tries to wrap on a weak side headlock, but Mafia just shoots him off the ropes. Deathwish bounces off the ropes and comes charging back.  Mafia dives in the center of the ring in his path, but Deathwish hurdles over him.  Deathwish bounces off the opposite ropes and comes running back.  Mafia quickly gets to his feet and leapfrogs over the speeding Deathwish.  Deathwish bounces off the ropes and comes charging back.  This time, Mafia catches him with a hurracarna.  The crowd gives a small pop.  Deathwish rolls out of the ring to regroup.  Mafia bounces off the ropes and charges at him.  Mafia leaps over the top rope and hits Deathwish with somersault plancha.  The suicide dive finally gets the crowd alive.)

 

Axis: Now Mafia is showing shades of his former self, with the out of control high flying offense.

 

Edwin: That man is crazy  to be doing flips like that with a injured neck.

 

King: He just has something you don’t Edwin.....Talent.

 

Edwin: And I have something you don’t King.....Balls.

 

King: And I have something you’ll never have Edwin...... A world title.

 

Edwin: HAD! A world title.

 

(Kivell counts to 10 before Mafia gets to his feet and rolls Deathwish back into the ring.  Mafia stands on the apron and patiently waits for Deathwish to get up.  Deathwish staggers to his feet and turns around.  Mafia springboards on to the top rope, leaps off and hits Deathwish with a dropkick to the chest.  The crowd cheers some for the fast string of spots, as Mafia covers Deathwish.  Kivell counts.)  

 

One....

Two......

T............

 

(Deathwish kicks out and  Mafia pulls Deathwish up.  Mafia brutally rams 4 knees into Deathwish’s face.  Mafia lets him go, and Deathwish just collapses.  Mafia  motions for him to get up.   Deathwish slowly gets up, and Mafia quickly nails him with a side kick to the ribs.  Deathwish covers up with his arms, but Mafia gets in two more side kicks to both sides of his ribs.  Mafia finishes the combo with a jumping back kick to Deathwish’s stomach.  Deathwish falls flat on his back, and a visible stream of blood runs out of his right  nostril.  Deathwish slowly gets up but Mafia easily scoop slams him near a corner.  Mafia than climbs to the top turnbuckle and taunts the crowd. The crowd responds with  “boos”. Camera flashes light the ring as Mafia comes off the top rope with a somersault leg drop.  The crowd cheers the spot as Mafia covers for the pin.)  

 

One....

Two......

Thr........

 

(Deathwish gets a shoulder up.  Mafia is briefly shocked but gets back to business.  He pulls Deathwish up, kicks him in his gut and lifts him in a fireman carry for the Mob Hit.  Mafia stands in the center of the ring, lets out a emotional roar, as the crowd “boos”. Mafia stalls to long, as Deathwish gets free, and slides down Mafia’s back and pulls him in a sunset flip pin.  Kivell counts.)

 

One....

Two.......

 

(Deathwish is to weak to hold, and Mafia has no trouble escaping.  Mafia back rolls to his feet and grabs both of Deathwish’s legs. The crowd pops as Mafia struggles but finally rolls Deathwish into the Walls of Jericho.  Deathwish pounds his fist against the mat, and screams in pain.  Mafia screams as he struggles to hold the move. Deathwish begins to push up, loosening Mafia’s grip.  Deathwish takes the opportunity to crawl to the ropes and grab them.  Mafia doesn’t let go of Deathwish’s legs and from the boston crab position pulls Deathwish from the ropes.  Deathwish scratches and claws at the mat, as he is dragged back to the center of the ring.  Mafia can’t lock the Walls of Jericho again, and has to settle for a boston crab.  Deathwish shakes his head, and will not give up.  A small, brief “Deathwish” chant breaks out.)

 

Axis: Even if Williams can escape this hold, what kind of damage has been done to his back.

 

Edwin: What can Mafia do to Williams that Jack Daniels already hasn’t.  

 

Axis: Regardless the outcome he is starting to win over these fans.

 

King: Fans?  who needs fans.  Fans don’t determine title shots.  Wins determine title shots.  No wonder you losers have never had a world title.  .

 

(Deathwish  pushes up again, and Mafia can’t hold on any longer.  Mafia still holds both of Deathwish’s legs and rolls him on his belly where they started.  Mafia flips on top of Deathwish for a back to belly pin.  Kivell checks Deathwish’s shoulders and counts.)

 

One....

Two......

Thre.......

 

(Deathwish bridges out, pushing both men back to the vertical base.  Deathwish shoves Mafia down into a head scissors, and spikes his neck in the mat with a piledriver.  The crowd gives the biggest pop of the night.  Deathwish covers and hooks the leg.)

 

One....

Two......

T.............

 

(Mafia gets his shoulder up.  Deathwish violently pulls him with a front headlock.  Deathwish gives him a couple neck twists, before falling back with the DDT.  Deathwish covers.)

 

One....

Two.......

Th...........

 

(Mafia kicks out.  Deathwish rolls him on his back, and drives a hard punch into the back of Mafia’s neck.  Mafia screams and tries to cover up.  Kivell steps in and warns Deathwish.  Deathwish shrugs him off and lands a second punch.)

 

King: Excellent Deathwish, use that closed fist.  But If that was me punching him, the match would already be over.

 

Edwin: Yeah, with your pansy punches, you would have already gotten your ass whooped. Zing!

 

(Deathwish draws back for a third punch, but Kivell grabs his arm.  Deathwish gets up and stares down Kivell before turning around and pulling up Mafia with a  front headlock.  Deathwish twists his neck., before throwing Mafia’s left arm over his head.  Deathwish lifts him in the air, and comes down driving Mafia’s head into the mat with a Brainbuster!  Deathwish covers, as the crowd goes nuts.)  

 

One....

Two......

Three!

 

(No! Kivell waves the count off and points to Mafia’s foot on the rope. The crowd “boos” finally siding with someone.)

 

Axis: It does not get any closer than that ladies and gentlemen.  How much more punishment can Mafia’s neck take.

 

Edwin: I am think he may have faked that injury.  No other explanation for him surviving this match.

 

King: What is wrong with Deathwish.  How you could you not put somebody away with a brainbuster.

 

(Deathwish jumps up, kicks the bottom ropes. A pissed Deathwish drags the lifeless Mafia by his chin to the center of the ring.  Deathwish locks on a inside head scissors, putting more pressure on his neck.  Mafia comes to and tries to find a way out.  He manages to make it his knees, and Deathwish is forced to change the hold to a front head scissors.  Mafia crawls around till he is directly vertical to  Deathwish.  Mafia does a hand stand to try to escape the hold.  Deathwish sits up, grabs his waist, and spikes his head into the mat.  Mafia falls flat on his belly and remains in the front head scissors.  Deathwish laughs as, he tightens his legs around his neck.  The crowd pops for the unorthodox counter.)

 

Edwin: Ouch! I have never seen that before.

 

King: Shows how little you know.  I invented that move and Williams must have stolen it

 

Axis: I actually can recall Tiger Mask doing that in the early 80s.

 

King: Yeah! He stole my move too.

 

(Mafia again tries a hand stand to escape, but Deathwish again jams  his head into the mat. Mafia lays on his belly, struggling to escape. He lets out a scream from the pain.  He pushes down Deathwish’s legs, and manages to wiggle his head free.  Mafia rolls Deathwish on his belly and locks his legs in a grapevine.  Deathwishis helpless as a pumped up Mafia applies a STF.  Mafia lets out an emotional scream as the crowd “boos”.  Deathwish keeps yelling “No! No! No!” at Kivell.  Mafia still feeling the effects from the neck injury, can’t hold the leg grape vine, but he keeps his knee drived in Deathwish’s back, before finally giving up and releasing the hold.  Mafia staggers to his feet,  drops a couple elbows to Deathwish’s back, and pulls him up.  Mafia Irishwhips Deathwish into the ropes catches him with a front waistlock, and throws him across the ring with a overhead belly to belly suplex.  Mafia covers for the pin.)

 

One....

Two......

 

(Deathwish kicks out.  Mafia pulls him up and  puts the weary Deathwish in a standing head scissors, lifts him and drives him to the mat with a sit out powerbomb.  Mafia locks his arms to the mat with his legs, and Kivell counts.)

 

One....

Two.....

Thr........

 

(Deathwish somehow kicks out. The crowd applauds. A frustrated Mafia lifts up Deathwish and  quickly slams him with a german suplex.  Mafia bridges for the pin.)

 

One...

Two.....

Thre.......

 

(Deathwish kicks out.  The crowd goes into a frenzy. Mafia has had enough, he signals its over, and  lifts the lifeless Deathwish in a fireman’s carry to try the Mob Hit again......But  Deathwish rakes his eyes, and Mafia lets him go.  Mafia blindly staggers about, winking his eyes, and Deathwish sneaks behind him, and kicks him in the balls. Mafia falls over holding his crouch. The crowd surprises Deathwish with a hudge pop as Kivell warns him.  Deathwish doesn’t care, and tenderly walks toward Mafia. The heavy breathing has gotten blood  pouring from Deathwish’s nose. Deathwish can barely pull Mafia to his feet . Deathwish gives him two exhausted but vicious knife edge chops, and then sends him into the ropes.  Mafia bounces off the ropes and comes flying back at Deathwish.  Deathwish scoops him up and delivers the Jumping Tombstone.   The crowd goes nuts, but Deathwish doesn’t pin.)

 

King: Did I not predict that the outcome of this match would be determined by who cheats the best.

 

Axis: Its not over yet, why doesn’t Williams go for the pin.

 

Edwin: I don’t know, but Deathwish’s nosebleed seems very unusual.  You don’t think he did a little partying before the match do you.  

 

(Deathwish rolls Mafia over and puts him in a Mexican Surfboard.   The crowd is a little confused.  Deathwish releases Mafia’s arms and grabs his chin.   Deathwish slowly pulls Mafia’s head into a dragon sleeper, while still keeping his legs locked in the Mexican Surfboard.  Mafia looks like he is going to snap in three places.  The crowd is on their feet and cheering, having never seen anything like it in America.  Mafia quickly taps, and Deathwish releases the hold.) DING! DING! DING!  

 

Axis: What a brilliant match from Williams.  He targeted Mafia’s weakest point and stuck with it the entire match.  He even abandoned his favorite strategy of setting up for the Chickenwing Headlock. Mafia may feel like he has whiplash after this match.

 

Edwin: Yeah whiplash from the sudden stop, his career has made.

 

King: Oh what’s the big deal.  He  has never been a World Champion.  In fact neither have you two.  

 

(The crowd cheers wildly, but a bloody Deathwish walks back to the locker room, while Mafia lies on the ground twitching and holding his neck in extreme pain.)

[Guest Suicide King]

Don't be getting pissy now Deathwish.  As I mentioned in the results the matches were very close.  There's no shame in losing to Mafia.

You need to realize this for what it is.  We keep sending you against the good people because we think you too are good.  Losing to them is no insult.

[Guest Shawn]

Hey King, put him against the impressive Frost for the upcomming card. He might like a step down from higher competition and Frost is pretty good. I dunno... I'd just like to see the match.

[Guest Insanityman]

Awesome show, I'm personally wondering when my fucking report card will come in. Anyways, Stryke and Erek awesome job, do what I never did Stryke and beat Erek without him no-showing. .

[Guest Insane Clown Dan]

Hehe. I remember that tables match, IL. It was right after the Parking Lot match and the Eggnog match

[Guest Suicide King]

Ahem... TV and Euro title matches being posted now, and the card will follow shortly.

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

I am not getting pissy.  Iam just very confused, as to why I lost.

 

Maybe its the Puro fan in me, but I had a problem with the following events in Mafia's match.  The smaller Mafia overpowering Deathwish. Deathwish's missile dropkick isn't enough to take over the match, but Mafia's regular dropkick is. No mat wrestling, from two guys who love to stay on the ground.  My character has like 6 moves(not including rare moves) that can be finishers and none of them were attmpeted.

 

In the end my match seemed much more like a brutal war between two evenly matched wrestlers.  While Mafia's match almost seemed like a squash, as Deathwish never once pulled off two moves back to back.  Plus all that stuff you talked about: expressions on faces, details, in character stuff, was much more present in my match, even without a promo.

 

But your the marker, you've been doing this alot longer than me, so I respect your opinion(but that doesn't mean I agree with it).

 

No disrespect to Mafia.  Great Match.  Iam complaining, not insulting.

[Guest Shawn]

FLESHER WON!!! FLESHER WON!!!!

 

Say hello to your NEW European Champ!

 

 

Also, bravo to Kojack for his TV title win. Man, I've had that strap for a month and I do miss it so...

 

::Shawn goes to edit his sig::

[Guest ErekT2k]

Wow, congradulations to Flesher and Kojack on their big title wins. Tom Flesher is a big up and comer, only about 2 weeks in the fed and he's won the second most prostigious title there is in the JL. Good job.

 

Kojack, good match and good win.

 

Anyways, Happy Easter! NOW LET'S ALL BREAKDANCE!

 

*does a windmill*

[Guest Shawn]

::Shawn does the running man::

 

Wait... I don't have a title.

 

::Shawn covers his tears and runs away::