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A whisper in the dark disturbs the silence. “Ow! What the hell?” Stillwell reaches out and turns on a lamp that has electricity running to it for some reason. He looks underneath him, and realizes that his bed of feather has been replace by a giant, smooth squarish rock. “Ugh...TRISTAN?!”


Tryst comes running in from the deck outside to investigate the yell. “What is it?” Stillwell, exhausted from a long day of chasing Tristan around the city, shows his irritation.


“WHERE THE HELL IS MY BED?” Tristan, of course, looks at him like he is crazy.


“Stillwell, we talked about the smashing rock. I can’t understand your surprise.”


“You were SERIOUS? Oh Dear Lord.”


“Me serious?” Tryst queries. “It was your idea!”


Stillwell sighs in frustration. “It suddenly occurs to me that you don’t know what the hell a JOKE is.” All of a sudden, a branch is heard cracking overhead. Tryst groans in anticipation.


“The Fortress is going to fall! Get out while you can!”


Looking at Tryst like he’s crazy, Stillwell then realizes that he is. And so, he just shakes his head. “That noise came from above us, Tristan.”


“...above us, you say?” Tryst calls from down below the treehouse. He quickly makes his way back into the ‘fortress’ and starts to investigate. As they look up at the ceiling, it creaks a little. And then, a little more. And before you know it, there is another loud crack, and a teenage boy falls through the ceiling! “STOP, FIEND!!!” Tryst draws his sword and moves to strike the boy, who only yelps in pain.


“...ow.” Stillwell, ever the voice of sanity, pushes Tristan back and convinces him to sheath his sword.


“He’s just a boy, Tristan. He’s not a spy from Nottingham.”


“And how do you know this? Nottingham likes to have funny looking fat young men as spies.”


Sighing, Stillwell makes it very clear that he knows this boy is no spy from Nottingham. Assured of his safety, Tryst salutes the young man. “I am Tristan of Sherwood. Who might you be?”


The fat teenage kid stands up and groggily answers. “I’m Crusen.”


“But where are you from? Ah...” The camera catches the front of Crusen’s shirt, which says ‘I’m from Australia.’ “Ah...Crusen of Australia. Will you join me?”


“Uh...sure I guess. I’m not really gonna do anything, though.” Crusen turns around and falls asleep on the smashing rock, while the camera zooms in on the back of his shirt.


“Hate the dues?” Stillwell queries. “What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?”


Tristan stares off into the distance. “It means he’s an enemy to Nottingham, that’s what it means. It means I’m going to smash Viktor Tarakanov’s head on a rock.”


Stillwell is almost afraid to ask. “...you mean the smashing rock?”


“...the smashing rock, friend.”




...ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Crimson.


(Fade to the Crimson logo.)

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J.T. Playa vs. Brian Kingsmen

Description: J.T. Playa lost his debut on Wrath, and now he looks to even out the score against another debutee, Brian Kingsmen. Who’s got the stuff? The stuff? The stuff?

Rules: Standard singles match. DQ & Countout apply.



Tommy Nguyen vs. Hybrid

Description: I know Hybrid wrote, but he might be a robot of some kind. Hey, you never know.

Rules: Standard singles match. DQ & Countout apply.



Landon “La Cucharacha” Maddix© vs Dominic Korgath

Description: Korgath may have lost on Wrath, a shot at the European Title, but he is being granted a mercy card, a shot at the TV title.

Rules: Standard singles match. DQ & Countout apply.



Danny Conklin vs Manson

Description: Conklin, though, won that match described above. He tests his skills against the veteran, Manson.

Rules: Standard singles match. DQ & Countout apply.





Craig McClennan vs Tryst

Description: Chris Raynor has granted Craig McClennan a chance to shoot up the card, but he’s gonna have to defeat the bow-wielding Tryst to do it. And since this is going to cap off our card, why not make it a nice, brutal bout? And the winner will face Viktor Tarakanov when he returns from the SWF.

Rules: Hardcore rules, falls count anywhere. No countout or DQ.

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The Lone Star Arena in Dallas, Texas beckons with its countless multicolored lights, signaling the beginning of an SJL show. It's


Crimson and these Texans couldn't be happier. With the intro to the show finishing and the normal lighting returning to illuminate the


ring, the two SJL announcers take over the show with their charismatic voices!


Judge: Welcome to another edition of Crimson!

Ejiro: Why do you have to sound so excited?

Annie: Because he is.

Ejiro: Who asked you?

Judge: We've got a slimmed down night but a great show nevertheless. Stay tuned because later tonight, Tryst will take on Craig


McClennan for a shot at the World Title! This is gonna be a great one!

Ejiro: Yea, but we've got like 5 matches before that happens so let's just concentrate on this first one.

Annie: Two newbies in a basket!

Judge: After last week's loss to Hybrid, JT Playa is pitted against another newcomer in the name of Brian Kingsmen. Let's see how


that goes.


The spotlights in the arena flicker on once again and begin sailing through the crowds, dancing to the beat of "The Gauntlet" by the


Dropkick Murphys. A mixed reaction showers down, nobody sure what to do of this newcomer. Brian walks out, fully clad in a jersey


and baggy cargo pants. He slides into the ring, hopping around to warm up as his first match in the SJL is about to begin.


Funyon: The following match is scheduled for one fall with no time limit. Introducing first, from parts unknown, weighing in at 180


pounds, Brian KINGSMEEEEENNNN!!!!!


Funyon's voice echoes off the speaker system as Eddy Long slides into the ring as well, ready to officiate the upcoming match.


"Br- Br- Br- Braaaiiiinbusta!!!!"


"Brain Busta" kicks up over the speaker systems and immediately the fans rise up from their seats, watching as JT Playa emerges


from the gorilla position. The cocky newcomer walks near the most attractive woman he sees and allows her to begin undressing him.


Funyon: And his opponent, from Harlem, New York, weighing in at 227 pounds... J! T! PLAYAAAAAAA!!!!!


With all his before-the-match antics, JT doesn't notice Brian sliding out the ring and racing towards him. He pays the price as Brian


floors him with a nasty clothesline!!


Judge: Whoa! Brian wasting no time to get some punishment in before the match ACTUALLY begins!

Ejiro: Hell yea! Stupid singers think they can wrestle.... who are you rooting for Annie?

Annie: Whoever won't go for that hot chick right there.


Brian mounts himself on JT's chest and begins to rain down a series of ferocious punches, each one when connecting with JT's chin,


lets out a sickening POP! The crowds are into the match now, cheering for whoever they cheer for. Brian continues the punching


before bringing JT Playa back up and rolling him back into the ring.


***Ding ding ding!!!***


Judge: And the match officially begins!


Brian slides in, and immediately goes for the cover this early into the matchup. Long wastes no time to drop down on the canvas to


begin the count-















T- and a kickout! Unphased by the count, Brian brings JT up to his feet and decks him with a hard right. Brian moves in and swipes


his backhand across JT's chest!




Brian delivers another hard chop!




Brian delivers one more hard chop before grabbing hold of JT's wrist and hurling him to the ropes. JT rebounds and immediately seeks


for some offense, throwing his forearm out without thinking- only to find Brian Kingsmen ducking under! JT catches his balance and


turns around, and gets floored by a superkick!!


Ejiro: YEAH! That's gotta hurt!

Annie: No kidding...

Judge: Brian Kingsmen doing most of the offense in this matchup but we have got to believe that JT Playa may have something up his




Brian drops to the canvas for a cover, but before the referee can even count one, JT counters that into a rollup cradle!!








T- and Brian kicks out hastily! Both men rise to their feets, and stare down each other as they begin to circle the ring. Finally, the two


lock up in the middle, and JT Playa immediately gets the advantage, snapping on the hammerlock on Kingsmen. Brian tries to fight


out of it, but JT Playa twists the arm even more before whipping Brian to the ropes. Brian rebounds, and ducks an incoming


clothesline before the momentum carries him to the opposite trio of ropes. A second rebound and Brian quickly dives into the air,


forearms straight out there-


- but JT Playa realizes the move and wisely drops down on his back and counters with a monkey toss!!!


Judge: Nice counter by JT Playa!

Ejiro: Oh yeah, very nice!


JT Playa rides the momentum and quickly pushes Brian into the corner before releasing punch after punch into Brian's sternum! A


left, a right, a hook- anything that hurts! Playa finishes it off with an uppercut that stumbles Brian out into dangerous territory. Brian


staggers around, long enough to get kicked in the gut by JT Playa. Brian doubles over and Playa wastes no time, pulling Brian's head


in between his legs. Grabbing hold of Brian's waist, Playa hoists the high flyer into the air, in position for a powerbomb. Brian fights


out of it, delivering point blanc punches into JT's face before rolling down behind Playa into a pin!













THR- no! JT kicks out before the three!


Judge: Nice counter by Brian, showing that he's got the speed to counter JT's all-around attack!

Annie: Yeah, speed is always better!

Ejiro: I thought girls were always better...

Annie: That too.


The near three count angers Brian, who immediately gets right into Eddy Long's face. Eddy Long is cornered, and can't move


anywhere. Playa slowly struggles to his feet, and seeing the opportunity, quickly goes in and circles his arms around Brian's waist.


But before JT can attempt any move, Brian quickly sends his foot straight up into the groinal area of JT Playa, getting a rousing set of


boos to go along with that!!!


Judge: LOW BLOW!!! What a cheater!! With the referee too scared to notice too!!


Brian grabs JT by the wrist and hurls him into the corner, hard. The impact sends JT staggering forward, allowing Brian to rebound off


the perpendicular set of ropes to deliver a one handed bulldog that lays JT in the center of the ring!! Brian walks by and kicks JT in the


face, getting another set of boos before ascending to the top of the corner! Without even hesitating, Brian leaps into the air, honing in


on JT Playa's body while completing a somersault in the air!!




450 Splash!!! RAIN OF THE KING'S MEN!!!!


Brian hooks the leg-


























***Ding ding ding!!!*** It's all over.


Funyon: The winner of this match....... BRIAN KINGSMEN!!!!



Judge: Not a bad match for newcomer Brian Kingsmen, who finishes this with the blatant cheating!!

Ejiro: Whatever he has to do to get the win, right?


Brian slides out of the ring, now paraded with even louder boos as he walks up the ramp, the camera picking up his every step and


his large arrogant smile.


Judge: Well don't go away, we've still got plenty of SJL action!!!

Annie: Do we really?

Ejiro: I think he's just paid to say that.


*Fade to black*

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The Lone Star Arena in Dallas Texas greets us, with thousands of Texan fans on their feet cheering away…SJL Crimson returns from a commercial break…and as usual, the commentary team are deep in meaningful discussion.


Ejiro- I’m telling you…J-Lo is hotter than Britney ever was. Ha…I just thought. How many chicks do you know Judge that you can have this conversation with?


Judge coughs and says forcefully…


Judge- Well…welcome back to SJL Crimson. Anything you have to say Ejiro…about this next match.

Ejiro- Err…yes? Oh…yes. Maddix is going to get killed. Judge?

Judge- Ever the optimist. It’s Dominic Korgath one on one with Landon Maddix for the SJL TV Title, and Korgath has indeed got the weight advantage…

Ejiro- Well that’s an understatement. 144 pounds difference between the two.

Annie- That doesn’t have to matter. If Maddix can use his speed, then he may confuse the big guy. Size isn’t everything…

Ejiro- Well, being a lesbo you would think that…


Zack de la Rocha's “March Of Death” plays, and immediately boos ring around the arena, as out walks Urban Decay member Dominic Korgath. The big masked man stops at the entrance and raises his arms up in the air, before continuing down the aisle, dwarfing the fans at ringside as he passes.


Ejiro- How in the hell can Maddix stand up to that? He can’t…the run ends here, I’m telling you now.

Judge- Well you’ve said that before about Maddix…constantly. And he still has the belt.


Korgath enters the ring, pointing upwards once more as his music stops. A few seconds pause to build up the crowd is broken by the starting of Marilyn Manson’s “The Fight Song”. The crowd rise to their feet, as Maddix steps out from behind the curtain with the TV Title proudly wrapped around his waist. The youngster runs down the aisle and jumps to the apron in one bound, before holding out his arms on the apron thanking the crowd for their support.


Judge- Wow. This kid seems to gain in fan-base with each passing week.

Annie- Almost like me…


Funyon- This contest is for the SJL Television Championship. Introducing…the reigning SJL Television Champion…LAAANDON MAAADDIX!!!


Entering the ring, Landon removes his belt and passes it on to referee Sexton Hardcastle. Taking the belt, the ref quickly shows it to Korgath before raising it in the air. Maddix looks up at the belt a little nervously, as Korgath’s gaze is fixed solely on Maddix. The bell rings and the belt is passed to the timekeeper, as Landon looks nervously over at the intimidating figure of Korgath.


Ejiro- Look at this…this kid is outweighed by 144 pounds…he’s about a foot shorter. This is going to be a good old fashioned squash match.


Korgath suddenly moves forward, stepping closer to Landon as the weight and height differences become more obvious. Korgath then stops dead again, as Maddix looks at a loss for what to do. Chants of ‘Landon’ ring around the arena, as Korgath threateningly stomps his foot, looking to scare Maddix. All he gets is a look of mock fear and the Scoot Hall ‘ooh I’m scared’ hands gesture from Maddix, which seems to anger him as he charges forward. Landon smartly exits the ring before Korgath can get to him, and tries to think out some strategy.


Annie- That’s proof this kid won’t be scared by Dominic Korgath…scary dragon mask or not.

Ejiro- Excuse me…first, it’s not a dragon, it’s an ‘oni’. And secondly, when you insult the honour of the mask, you insult the hundreds of Vietnamese kids who make them.


After a while thinking, Landon gets back onto the apron and re-enters the ring. Korgath stands dead still waiting for the fight to come to him, obviously thinking he has an easy task tonight. Finally the two meet in the middle of the ring, and with a smile showing through his mask, Korgath raises his right hand in a signal for a test of strength. Maddix tries to keep a grin off his face, as he slowly raises his arm…but stops and raises his left arm instead. Korgath raises his left, only for Maddix to drop it and raise his right hand, just toying the big guy. Again, Dominic falls for it as Maddix changes hands again, and starts to mock Korgath again by rapidly changing his hands back and forth…but gets wiped out with a STIFF clothesline!


Ejiro- Oh ho!!! Beautiful!!!

Judge- Well, just like last week, the neck of Maddix is going to be an important factor in this match. That clothesline will do him no favours.


Looking stunned, Maddix pulls himself up as Korgath takes a step backwards to get a run up. As Landon returns to his feet, Dominic charges and hits another hard clothesline. Maddix bounces off the mat on impact, as Korgath backs off the ropes and looks to drop a big legdrop, but Maddix rolls out of the way in time. Using his speed, Landon sprints across the ring and hits a dropkick to the face of the seated Korgath, knocking him to his back for a cover…











Korgath pushes upwards, pressing Landon up and through the ropes to the outside.


Ejiro- Awesome strength! This kid is in big trouble! Literally.


Maddix picks himself up on the outside, a look of surprise on his face from the show of strength. He rolls back into the ring, but gets met with stomps to the back by Korgath. Allowing the TV Champ to his feet, Korgath goes for another clothesline, this time with much more authority, but Maddix ducks. Korgath avoids crashing into the corner, but turns around into rapid right hands to the head. Landon backs up to the opposite corner, as Korgath looks a little stunned, and charges towards him. The big man sees him coming though, and hiptosses Landon sending him upside down into the turnbuckles!!! He hits violently, and lands in the same way, as the crowd ‘oooh’…feeling his pain.


Judge- Good god…that was brutal!

Ejiro- That was great!

Annie- Well, I hate to say it…this may be a step too far for Landon.

Ejiro- Oh face it, it’s over.


Landon lays flat out on the mat, as Korgath just looks down on him with a smile. Grabbing him by the hair, Korgath easily pulls Landon up from the mat and hits a knee to the gut. The Champ seems out of his feet, being held up by Korgath until he gets thrown into the corner. Hitting the buckles, Landon bounces back out again and into the waiting arms of Korgath who hoists him up to his chest, and throws Maddix over his head with a fallaway slam.


Ejiro- Screw the neck injury, Korgath wants no excuses when he wins. He’s working on the back, so you can’t whine about the ‘injured neck’.

Annie- Or because his finisher is the Torture Rack…a move which hurts the back.

Ejiro- Well…yeah…I guess that would be a reason too.


Maddix ends up about halfway across the ring, as Korgath slowly walks over to him and drops a big elbow drop, leaving the elbow for a nonchalant cover…





















Kickout by Maddix.


Korgath again pulls Landon up to his feet, before hoisting him into his arms for another fallaway slam. In desperation, Maddix starts ramming his elbow into the side of the head, until Korgath is forced to release him. He quickly shakes off the pain in his head though, as Maddix runs to the ropes and hits a flying forearm. Although he connects square on the head, Korgath does not go down.


Ejiro- That’s like having a fly flying into your head for Korgath.

Annie- Oh, he felt it…

Ejiro- Yeah…you’d feel a fly hitting your head, but it wouldn’t hurt. That’s my point.


Maddix backs up to the ropes and hits a second flying forearm, this time Korgath staggers back a little, and after a few seconds drops down to one knee. Instead of taking time to gloat about it, Landon is smart and charges forward again and nails a stiff shining wizard kick to the back of Korgath’s masked head! Korgath flies forward, and rolls to the outside of the ring as Maddix raises an arm in the air.


Ejiro- No…no, he’s not gonna…

Judge- I think he might.


Maddix suddenly sprints off the ropes, Korgath looking disorientated on the outside as Maddix launches himself over the ropes into a…




Holding out his arms Korgath manages to catch Maddix in mid corkscrew plancha, as the crowd’s building applause is cut short. With Landon in his clutches, Korgath charges and rams Maddix ribs first into the ring post, before laying him down onto the ring apron.


Ejiro- See, this is a squash…this kid has been down more times…well, I’ll avoid the long winded joke Annie and just call you easy.

Annie- Then that makes me your kind of woman I guess…

Judge- Why do I have to sit in the middle of this?


Korgath rolls back into the ring, and pulls in Landon before hitting a big kick to the ribs. Pulling his opponent up by one arm, Korgath irish whips the kid into the ropes, and as Maddix is coming back he runs straight into a big boot to the face from Korgath. Again Maddix is down and seemingly out, as Korgath is just taking his time over his next move. After a few seconds listening to the boos of the crowd, Korgath gives the signal for a Torture Rack.


Ejiro- Well here comes the end. They might as well ring the bell now.

Judge- He hasn’t even put the move on him yet…

Ejiro- We all have places to go. This just saves us some time.


Dragging Landon to his feet, Korgath hoists him up onto the shoulders, and wrenches back with the Torture Rack synched in. Pulling down on the head and the legs, Korgath tries to snap Landon in half, as the crowd are on their feet trying to get behind the TV Champion.


Ejiro- He’s got to submit…Korgath’ll snap him in half if he doesn’t submit. And you know what…he’ll enjoy doing it…

Annie- That’s the kind of sick person he is I guess.

Ejiro- Determined Annie…I’d call it determined.


Korgath begins to move around the ring with the move, turning around to try and dizzy Landon into submission. Maddix desperately reaches out for the ropes, but Korgath keeps relatively central. Fighting, Maddix manages to free one leg from Korgath’s grip, and with the free leg Landon starts to hit knees. The knees don’t affect Korgath at first, but as they begin to the big man pulls back synching the move up and halting Landon’s fight back.


Judge- A great amount of guts from Maddix…but it may be more guts than brains on his part.

Annie- Oh please…this kid is fighting to keep his title. Of course he’s going to fight to the end.

Judge- But sometimes you’ve got to see the bigger picture. He’s been in the SJL about a month, and already he’s suffering from injuries. He’s got to think about his career. Just look at Jeff Hardy…

Ejiro- Who?


The crowd are clapping madly trying to encourage Landon to find an escape, but it seems in vain as he looks to be lifeless. A couple more wrenches of the shoulders from Dominic tighten up the hold, as Hardcastle begins to check on Maddix’s level of consciousness. Seeing that he is seemingly out, Hardcastle picks up the loose arm of Maddix…



…and drops it once.




Ejiro- It’s over…he’s out cold from the pain.




Hardcastle grabs the arm again…





…it drops again, as Hardcastle signals to the timekeeper to get ready.





Referee Hardcastle takes the arm once more…





…and it drops…





…but stops halfway!!! The crowd react with huge cheers, as Landon starts to feel the adrenaline running through him.


Ejiro- God damn it…he keeps doing it…damn it how.

Annie- This kid is a fighter!


Sensing the tide beginning to turn, Korgath releases the torture rack. Landon hits the mat and immediately starts to get up, only to get clotheslined straight to bah gawd hell!!! Korgath hooks the leg off the clothesline for a cover…
























Landon shoots a shoulder up, stopping Hardcastle at 2 and seven eighths.


Again Maddix is hauled to his feet, the Champ clearly feeling more fatigue than the challenger. A scoop slam with ease brings Maddix back into contact with the mat, as Korgath is already charging into the ropes. With Maddix down, Korgath slows down coming off the ropes, and drops an elbow across the sternum of the TV Champ. Getting up, he drops a second elbow to the same area as the first, before getting back up and dropping a final third. With a nonchalant cover, Korgath goes for the win again…

















Kickout again by Maddix.


Judge- That’s what you get for not hooking a leg.

Ejiro- Yeah…but deep down, Korgath is enjoying this. Deep down he wants the match to continue so he can dish out more punishment.


Korgath gets back up, and waits for Maddix to get up, seemingly confirming Ejiro’s thoughts. Slowly Landon does pick himself up, feeling a little woozy he falls back towards the corner. Korgath moves more in line, and suddenly charges looking to squash Landon in the corner. The TV Champ doesn’t seem to be moving, but as Korgath gets close he suddenly leaps up, leapfrogging Korgath and causing him to charge straight into the turnbuckles!


Annie- He may be big, but he’s not too smart.

Ejiro- It’s not his fault Maddix has to fake injury to get an advantage.

Annie- Yet when it’s one of your favourites, it’s called ‘playing possum’.

Ejiro- Well my ‘favourites’ don’t spend weeks off with phoney neck injuries so they don’t defend their title.


The big man stumbles back from the turnbuckles, and gets a roundhouse kick fired into the kidneys. Another two kicks connect with the lower back, as Korgath becomes more bent over backwards with each kick. Eventually, Landon can reach up, hook Korgath’s head and drive the big man down with a diving reverse DDT. Both men are down after this…


…but only for about a second, as Maddix suddenly kips up! The crowd are going crazy as Maddix is calling for Korgath to get up.


Ejiro- This is crazy. Why won’t this kid stay down?


Maddix backs up into one corner, and with the crowd behind him he stamps his foot down…and then stamps it again. Stomping repeatedly on the mat, the crowd know what he’s signalling for and start clapping along with him. Korgath begins to pull himself up, and stagger back into the middle of the ring as Maddix is waiting…and he nails the Sweet Chin Music kick to the jaw!!! Korgath goes down from the kick, but gets straight back up!


Ejiro- I don’t know what these guys have been taking before this match, but I want some!

Judge- Now Maddix has to try and figure out what to do to keep Korgath down.


Korgath gets back to his feet, motioning for Maddix to bring the fight to him. Landon fires a few right hands at Korgath, not doing him too much damage at all. Eventually tiring of the punches, Korgath hits a stiff punch of his own sending Landon reeling across the ring. Landon quickly gets back to his feet though, as Korgath goes for another clothesline from hell. Seeing it coming, Landon manages to duck as Dominic has to put the brakes on to avoid crashing into the corner. He manages to, just, but as he turns around Maddix is aiming a spinkick at him. Korgath catches the leg across his chest, Landon thinks quickly and lifts his other leg going for a headscissors takeover…but Korgath quickly counters that with a tombstone piledriver!!!


Judge- Man what an awesome exchange! Korgath somehow managed to keep up with Landon through that, despite his sizeable bulk.

Ejiro- I’ll tell him you said that.

Judge- That I complimented him…you do that.

Ejiro- No…no…oh wait, you did, didn’t you?


Maddix is out cold, as Korgath tries to regain his breath from that exchange. Eventually he makes a cover…





































…NO! Maddix kicks out at two!


Korgath pulls Maddix to his feet once more, pushing him back into the corner. Charging at Maddix he lets out a roar of intensity, as Maddix cuts him and his screaming off with a foot to the jaw. Quickly Landon hops to the middle rope, as Korgath staggers a little, adjusting his mask. Eventually he stumbles into a position where Landon can hook the head ready for the Crash Landon, but Korgath quickly senses it coming and hits a headbutt to the shoulder to break.


Ejiro- See…he’s smart as well. He had Landon scouted there.

Judge- Well he did, yes.


Hooking his arms around Landon’s waist, Korgath brings the TV Champ off the ropes with a body crushing side belly to belly! Placing an arm over Maddix, Korgath goes for another nonchalant cover to try and become TV Champion…













































Again Korgath drags Maddix to his feet, as the look on his face through his mask seems to be growing ever impatient. Grabbing Landon, he irish whips him to the ropes and waits for him to come back. As he does though, Landon suddenly leaves his feet and hits a dropkick, which staggers Korgath back a couple of steps. Landon tries this again, hitting another dropkick which sends Korgath further back across the ring. A third time Landon runs off the ropes, and hits a dropkick which sends Korgath into the opposite ropes…and his weight sends him falling through them to the outside!


Judge- Now Landon needs to be careful here…Korgath caught him last time and changed the tide of the match…

Annie- But this kid doesn’t care.


Landon goes to the apron and turns towards Korgath…but looking at the crowd, he smiles and starts to climb to the middle rope on the outside. The crowd begin to rise to their feet, as Landon composes himself, and dives off with a BIG crossbody which wipes out Korgath!!! Big chants for Maddix start up, as he too looks hurt from the dive.


Judge- Beautiful crossbody to the outside! That was awesome.

Ejiro- How many times do I have to say this…it was stupid. This kid…is stupid.

Annie- You’re just jealous because you could never do something like that.


Ejiro tries to get over the shock from that statement, as Maddix gets to his feet and salutes the crowd. Then he goes back and tries to pick Korgath up, but struggles with the weight, so he just waits for Korgath to get up in his own time. As he does, Maddix hits a couple of boots to the gut before rolling into the ring. Korgath begins to follow, but Maddix is running across the ring, and baseball slides into Korgath’s right leg, causing the big man to fall from the apron and hit it face first.


Ejiro- He’s making Korgath mad. You won’t like him when he’s mad.


Korgath again climbs onto the apron, and seeing Maddix charging towards him he holds out his arm. Landon doesn’t slide under this time, and gets grabbed by the throat! Keeping a hold of Landon, the big man enters over the top rope and looks threateningly into his eyes. Korgath then raises Maddix ready for a chokeslam, but Landon swings his foot, nailing a shining wizard kick to the back of the head to break!!!


Judge- Wow…nice innovation to counter the chokeslam.

Ejiro- This kid can’t win again…please.


Korgath drops to a knee, as Maddix jumps to the middle rope, springboarding backward with a leg lariat which catches Korgath in the face! Quickly Landon rolls into a cover…













































Maddix pops right back up, and drops a quick legdrop on Korgath for another cover…





























Two count again.


Again, Landon gets right back up and begins to climb to the top rope. Korgath is just getting to his feet, and sees Maddix just in time to catch him coming off the top rope with a flying crossbody. Maddix gets thrown over Korgath’s head with a fallaway slam again, and bounces across the mat from the impact. Korgath meanwhile is still trying to regain his breath, as he takes a couple of seconds to follow up. This time allows Maddix to hit a forearm to the gut of Korgath, and then a second. Neither one fazes the big man, who picks Landon up and hits a big clothesline. Smiling, Korgath pulls Landon up…and hits a second clothesline.


Judge- Why is he not going for the win? He should go for the Torture Rack before Landon fights back.

Annie- Maybe he’s scared Landon won’t give up again.

Ejiro- MAYBE…he’s enjoying himself too much. I know I am.

Judge- Yes, but…

Ejiro- But nothing buddy. Everytime Landon tries to fight back, Korgath just squashes him again. Dominic knows what he’s doing.


Landon gets pulled up again, seemingly moments away from becoming the new TV Champion. Knowing it, he gives a signal to his waist to show he’s going to be champ, before going for a third clothesline. The current champion manages to duck it though, and use the arm to swing around Korgath’s back, and hit The Nose Job! Korgath’s face bounces off the mat, as Maddix goes to the middle rope, grimacing slightly and seemingly favouring his neck again. Korgath stumbles to his feet, and suddenly charges at Maddix, who sticks his boot up to block. The big man charges face first into it, stopping him dead and Landon hooks the head over his shoulder, and launches off the ropes hitting the Crash Landon!!! Taking two face first bumps in a row, Korgath looks dazed as Maddix quickly hooks the leg…






































Ejiro- PLEASE kickout!!!












…EEEEE!!! Hardcastle counts the three, Landon wins again!


Funyon- Here is your winner, and still SJL World Television Champion…LAAANDON MAAADDIX!!!


Ejiro- NO! Damn it…Duran’s gonna be pissed about this.

Annie- So is Korgath…well, when he wakes up.


Maddix is passed the title belt, and with a smile he raises it in the air celebrating another victory. Korgath looks literally like a bear with a sore head as he begins to get to his feet. Maddix meanwhile continues the celebration, going to the middle rope and holding the belt aloft. The Dallas crowd cheer their approval, but the cheers suddenly turn to shouts, as Korgath is back up…and looking pissed. Maddix jumps from the apron confused at the change in reaction…



…and gets WIPED OUT with a clothesline from hell!!! The bell rings in a futile attempt to get some help, as Korgath looks down on Maddix, snorting angrily.


Judge- Come on…get some bodies out here.

Ejiro- Screw that…get a body bag out here. This kid is gonna need one.

Judge- This isn’t right.

Ejiro- Judge, since when did you worry about what’s right. Kill him Dom!


Korgath goes to pull Landon up, as Sexton Hardcastle tries to intervene. He is shoved to the side however, as Korgath drags Maddix up and shouts threateningly at the kid. Maddix is holding his neck, looking dazed out of his head, as suddenly Korgath shoves Landon’s head downwards, and picks him up for a powerbomb.


Judge- NO!!! DON’T DO IT!!!

Ejiro- YES…DO IT!!!


Korgath walks around a few steps, the crowd booing as referees begin to pile out from the back…but not in time, as Korgath DRILLS Landon down with a vicious powerbomb!!! Korgath breaks into a slight smile, as he picks up the TV Title belt, and drops it across the motionless body of Landon Maddix. The boos grow ever louder, as Korgath leaves down the aisle, walking past the stretcher being wheeled down the ramp for Maddix.


Judge- This is sick…that may have broke Maddix’s neck.

Ejiro- Oh boo ho…

Annie- The kid has an injured neck already, and that attack was uncalled for. Get some compassion you heartless pric…

Judge- Ahem…err…we’re going to a break. Stay tuned for…more SJL action.

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The outside of the Lone Star Arena is shown, as SJL Crimson comes back from commercial.


"(Judge) Welcome back to Dallas, home of our venue for tonight, the Lone Star Arena. Plenty of action has gone down tonight, despite the fact that our European and World Champions are off competing in a tournament for the boss company. But now, we continue on, as we're now set for Danny Conklin versus Manson."


"(Annie) Conklin captured a European Title shot on Metal, to be cashed in at a later date. Going into his future title match, he looks to gain momentum…"


"(Ejiro) However, the veteran Manson has had a bit of rest, as he's had the last two shows off. Manson's experience, not to mention his good health, may put a damper on Conklin tonight."


"(Judge) Not to mention, despite never facing him in the past, Manson HAS teamed with Conklin. So Manson at least knows some of what Conklin is capable of. But that also goes for Conklin, who also knows of what his contemporary can do."


"(Annie) Conklin may be at a disadvantage, but I can say that Manson HAS been upset in the past by rookies, most often due to underestimating his opponent or simply not having his head in the match."


"(Ejiro) But he's wisened up since then, I guarantee you, especially since his loss versus Apostle."


"(Annie) And Conklin has Janet Quinn in his corner. She doesn't just have looks, as she's been known to get involved in the match if it'll help Conklin in any way."


"(Judge) Enough bickering and what-ifs. Let's to go the ring."


The cameras switch over to Funyon, standing by, with referee Matthew Kivell standing behind him.


"(Funyon) Ladies and Gentlemen, the following singles match is scheduled for one-fall!"


"Danny Boy" by Off Kilter kicks up and the fans rise up to their feet as they begin cheering. Danny walks out with Janet Quinn a few steps behind him. Danny raises both arms into the air, and he begins making his way down the ramp, with Janet in tow.


"(Funyon) Introucing first, being accompanied by Janet Quinn and hailing from Dublin, Ireland! He weighs in at two-hundred and twenty pounds, and stands six feet even! He is… DAAANY CONNNKLIN!"


Janet hands out clovers to a few lucky fans sitting ringside, as Danny slides into the ring. He walks toward his corner in the lower right hand side of the ring and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle, as Janet stands below him on the floor. Conklin blows a kiss to the crowd with his hand before revealing a big bright smile and Janet claps while looking up at him. Conklin climbs down and begins to limber up, as the house lights drop to pitch black and red strobes rapidly flash on and off, as "Hate Song" by The Haunted hits. Manson emerges and stares dead ahead towards the ring, before throwing up a one-handed devil's horns taunt to the loud pop of the crowd. He sets his arm down slowly, and makes his way down the ramp.


"(Funyon) And making his way down to the ring, hailing from Denver, Colorado, USA! Weighing in at two-hundred and twenty five pounds, and standing six feet tall! He is the Hate Machine… MMMAAAANSONNN!"


Manson rolls in under the bottom rope and upon standing, slings off his trademark leather jacket and throws it to the floor below. He makes his way to his corner, in the upper left hand corner of the ring, opposite from Conklin. Manson stares across the ring at Danny, as Danny shares a few last words with Janet.


Funyon escapes the ring, as Kivell calls for the bell.




Manson and Conklin approach each other in the center of the ring, as Conklin cordially offers his hand in a show of respect. Manson takes a few moments to ponder this, but slaps the hand away, leading to a chorus of boos for Manson.


"(Judge) No respect for his one off tag partner at all. And the crowd is just letting him have it..."


"(Ejiro) Manson is doing what he has to, in order to win this match. He clearly doesn't care for Conklin at all."


Conklin looks up from his slapped away hand, just in time to see Manson charging towards him. Manson extends his arms, and Conklin does the same, as they lock up. Manson backs Conklin into the ropes, on the right side of the ring. Kivell tells Manson to break, and he does, but quickly tries to close in on Conklin once again. Conklin ducks though, and treads backwards into the center of the ring. Manson charges and closes in on him again, but Conklin quickly hooks the right arm of Manson and takes him over with a deep armdrag. Danny keeps an armbar on, as Manson lays on his side.


"(Judge) Manson establishes his strength advantage, but Conklin is quick to show just how much faster he is."


Manson gets to a knee, and soon comes to a stand. He looks for a way out, first reaching for Conklin's legs in an attempt to trip him. Seeing no recourse, Manson simply swings his right hand upward, and clocks Conklin upside his head. Conklin releases the armbar and takes a step back, clearing out the cobwebs. Manson pursues, and maneuvers around to the back of Conklin. Manson locks in a behind waistlock, and hoists Conklin up, just to drop him down onto his stomach. As Conklin hits face first on the mat, Manson dives down and wraps his right arm around Conklin's head in a front facelock.


"(Ejiro) So much for Conklin's speed advantage."


"(Judge) Most definitely. Despite Conklin's speed, Manson is still a superior mat wrestler. Manson will have to keep doing this in order to keep Conklin from flying around."


Manson doesn't keep Conklin on the ground for long, as he pulls him up onto his feet. With the front facelock still on, Manson raises his right knee up and drives it into Conklin's gut. He then alternates and brings his left knee up, doing the same. He switches once more, and brings the right knee up again. Manson doesn't even give Conklin a chance to breathe, as he throws the right arm of Conklin over his shoulder and grabs onto the waistband of his tights. Manson looks into the crowd and the crowd shows their disapproval, as Manson kicks and quickly pulls Conklin back with a snap suplex. Conklin holds his back, as Manson floats over into the cover.




But Conklin kicks out at one!


"(Judge) Manson seems to be all business tonight, as he's been taking it to Conklin thus far."


"(Annie) Unfortunately."


Manson gets to his feet, and is on the attack again, as he begins stomping at the chest and stomach of Conklin. Danny rolls away from the assault, and pushes up off the mat, emerging in the lower left hand corner of the ring. Manson is on him again, as he clutches Conklin's right hand and whips him into the opposite corner. Conklin hits the buckles, and Manson charges in, leaping for a splash, but Conklin gets his feet up and kicks Manson square in the face. Manson stumbles back and goes to a knee, and Conklin follows. Facing Manson, Conklin balls his right hand into a fist, and lays it flush into Manson's cheek with a hook punch. Manson falls to the mat, and Conklin quickly covers.




But Manson kicks out before Kivell can even count!


Conklin gets to a standing position, and pulls Manson up to his feet. Manson hits Conklin with a hard forearm to the face though, and Conklin stumbles back. Manson goes back to the mat, wrapping his legs around Conklin's, and tripping him up with a drop toe hold. Tryst falls forward, as Manson quickly mounts him. Pulling Conklin's head up by his short hair with his left hand, Manson takes his right and begins laying in cross forearms to the side of Conklin's head and neck. Manson lets go of Conklin and he falls back down face first, but Manson is quick to grasp Conklin's left hand with his right, and his right hand with his left. Manson then crosses the arms in front of Conklin's face, and pulls back, arching his back and putting pressure on his spine.


"(Annie) We've never seen this before…"


"(Ejiro) It's a cross-armed choke, for reference."


"(Judge) And apparently he calls it the Requiem. This could conceivably be it for Conklin."


Conklin stares wide-eyed as Manson continues applying pressure. Desperate to get out of the hold and with the crowd behind him and Janet rallying them, he musters up his strength and begins pushing ahead towards the entrance ramp side ropes by using his feet. With Manson's tenuous grip on Conklin slipping, he dismounts and pulls him up onto his feet. With a look of anger on his face, Manson whips Conklin back down to the mat, with Conklin banging the back of his head on the canvas.


"(Judge) Well, Manson now seems to have this match firmly in control..


As Conklin lays in the ring, holding the back of his head and attempting to get to his feet, Manson ducks out of the ring and runs through his hand through his hair, before grinning. He stomps over to the timekeeper's position, and grabs a chair, before sliding back into the ring. Conklin gets to his feet and Manson raises the chair, as Kivell begs him to put it down. Manson ignores the warnings though, as he swings the chair downward, and strikes Conklin on the back as Janet Quinn looks away…






Conklin goes down like a house of cards, as Matt Kivell calls for the bell and Manson stands over Conklin.





"(Annie) Dammit, what the hell is the point? Manson was doing well, and could have possibly come out with the win, but he chooses to hit Danny with the chair anyway?"


"(Judge) I don't know, but I think he'll have a lot of explaining to do to Chris Raynor before the night is through."


"(Ejiro) I thought it was fantastic."


"(Annie) You would."


"(Judge) Anyway, we'll be right back with our main event, after this."


Manson throws the chair down and slides out of the ring to the back, as the show goes to commercial.

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“Isn’t it sort of odd to start off a show with a triple threat? Last I checked, wrestling usually started with a couple guys flying around the ring and not really doing ANYTHING.”


“Well, that’s true Ejiro. You’ll notice that we didn’t start our show with a triple threat, though. That’s a line you were supposed to use a few shows ago, remember? But on the subject, we’re apparently trying to change our image. We’re trying to be different, so we can pull in what the network is calling The Outcast Viewer.”


Ejiro looks at Judge, and doesn’t hesitate to bite. “Outcast? That guy sucked.”


They look at Annie for her to rebut, but she just sort of looks around as if she has nothing to say.


“Well,” Judge begins, “let’s get on with this match. It’s a Hardcore Match, pitting Tryst against Craig McLennan. For the contendership to the world title. Now, Keep in mind, Tryst is still looking for a comeback win in what is now his fifth match on the comeback trail. My money’s on him.”


“That’s monopoly money, Judge.” Ejiro waits for a laugh, but is sorely disappointed when he receives an annoyed stare instead. “You guys need to get a sense of humor. I hear they’re going for very reasonable prices on e-bay, nowadays.”


“Tryst vs. McLennan up next, and I just have to say that if Tryst doesn’t beat the unholy hell out of this prick, then I’m going to rape him myself.”


“Well, he’s sort of a flamer. Besides...rape, Annie? I thought you were into girls?”


“I am,” replies Annie. “He’s no more a man than you are.”


Suffice to say, Ejiro shuts up and tries to hide his sulking as the lights darken out..."Feuer Frei" by Rammstein begins playing over the PA as Craig McLennan comes out onto the entry ramp, doubled over like a village whore after a party. The Smarktron brilliantly flashes to life, the video showing clips of McLennan going around and setting things on fire for no reason, and then watching them burn. He runs down to the ramp like a typical wrestler, takes a zippo lighter out of the crotch of his spandex wrestling attire, and places it lovingly at the corner of the ring. He leaps onto the apron, grabs the ropes, and flips into the ring. He lands slightly off balance, and has to struggle not to fall as the raucous audience erupts into fits of laughter.


“Tryst is wasting no time today!” Annie excitedly cries out. “He’s fired up like me a cheerleader camp!”


The crowd drops to a dead silence and their eyes are drawn to the entry way, where a deep green spotlight shines down from above. The Smarktron comes to life, the video running through a lush green forest at great speeds, finally stopping about 20 feet in front of a man, wielding a bow and arrow. He pulls the arrow back, releases, and as it reaches the screen, pyrotechnics on the opposite wall explode as ““Forest”” by System of a Down blasts across the loud speakers, and the sleeping crowd comes back to life as Tristan Whitt, also known as Tryst, comes rushing out of the back to stand within the spotlight, Bow in one hand, arrow in the other.


Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following competitor stands at six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds...he hails from Bairnsdale, Britain...Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Tryyyyyyyyssssst!!!


Making his way down the ramp, Tryst takes off his quiver of arrows and hands it to the timekeeper, along with his bow as he rolls into the ring and soaks in the cheers from the rhapsodic crowd. The lights fade back up to normal, and he rushes in towards McLennan. Catching him off-guard with a spear, he tackles him to the ground and aggressively begins to strike at his opponent with lightning quick right hands to the face. One after another, his eyes are almost glazed over in a sort of trance; he keep striking and striking until the crowd drops silent as they watch in a silent daze while their hero assaults his opponent like an attack dog tearing apart a rag doll.


“Wow, this is a different side of Tryst. We’ve seen it before, albeit rarely.” Judge confers with his notes. “ It was back in one of his first few matches here in the SJL.”


Ejiro applauds. “Well, it’s about time he got riled up. I was beginning to think he was a complete tool.” Upon hearing this, but crowd begins to chant “Black – and – Deck – er!” whilst a blown up photograph of former SJL flunky David Blazenwing catches their eye from the Smarktron, and balloons and confetti fall from the ceiling.


“Don’t say that, Ejiro!” Annie jokes. “His Daddy might sue you!”


“Nonsense,” Ejiro shrugs. “I invented and hold a copyright on the idea of the lawsuit.”


A fan from behind the announce table suddenly grabs Annie’s headset off of her and puts it on, screaming “I called him a fucktard! I called him a fucktard!” He, like all fans, is wearing a name tag...and that name tag says ‘Ted Polak.’


Tryst manages to get himself up and falls backwards into the turnbuckle. McLennan stands to his feet, shakily. He already seems sort of dazed, blinking his eyes rapidly to try and clear his vision. He stumbles in towards Tryst and locks on a grapple, trying to whip Tristan into the corner on the opposite side. He swings him out, but Tryst pulls him in and hooks him, pulling back and using the added momentum to slam McLennan with all of his weight upon his head. McLennan convulses a little bit as he hits the mat and Tryst gets back to his feet, pulling Craig to the center of the ring and laying him there, face up. He leaps into the air and does a backflip, landing knee first on CM’s face. The referee drops in for the count as Tryst pins the shoulders...






Coming out hitting hard sure gives Tryst the advantage, although a win so early would be a fluke.






The crowd doesn’t seem to know whether or not to cheer Tristan; they’re not used to seeing him so aggressive.




Craig kicks out and Tryst is back on his feet in no time, waiting for McLennan to do the same. CM gets to his feet, and they meet in the center of the ring in a lock-up. Tryst reverses it into a hammerlock, and CM reverses it into a textbook drop toe hold, rolling through and applying an armbar of some sort on The Sherwood Fable. Twisting every which direction to try and get out of it, Tryst gets to his knees and swings his arm as hard as he can, connecting with Craig’s kneecap and forcing him to let go with a reflex action. They simultaneously get back to their feet and Tryst whips McLennan into the corner, following in. Craig lunges backwards with his elbow as he hits the corner, but Tryst ducks under it, grabs him around the neck, and pulls him to the ground with a vicious sleeper slam!


“Ooh, Tryst used that maneuver to defeat Sean Atlas a few months ago, in one of Atlas’ only losses here in his JL tenure.” Judge, always one to know the facts, continues seamlessly. “Atlas, of course, has been revealed to be Spike, one of the charter members of the IGN Wrestling Federation, our founders.”


“Yeah, he’s an old guy alright. I’m surprised he came back, but I guess he needed the money.”


Annie chimes in. “Ejiro, don’t you ever have anything to say that doesn’t make you look like an ass?”


“No,” he says. “That’s why I make the big money.”


Seizing a golden opportunity, Tryst heads for the air. He rushes to the corner and climbs up them as quickly as he can. Once he reaches the top, the cheers begin to build as he mocks shooting an arrow at McLennan, and leaps into the air, front-flipping and landing in a splash–


“He missed!” Judge exclaims. “Ouch. He took a risk, and it did not pay off. As they say, a flier lives and dies by the air. That might come back to haunt him in the end of this match-up.”


McLennan, having rolled out of the ring to avoid the damage, laughs at Tryst as he stares into the ring, looking in underneath the bottom rope. The crowd begins to chant an obscenity at him, but he ignores it, beginning to taunt Tryst about this and that. At some point, he pulls out a pouch of gold coins and tosses it on the ground by the entrance ramp. It catches Tristan’s eye, and seems to awaken him from the trance; it does now, however, weaken his fierce resolve. He backs up against the ropes and rushes for the other side, leaping over the ropes with a front flip and attempting a take-down on CM. He, however, is ready for it....he manages to catch Tryst just enough to slam him to the mat with a vicious powerbomb! The crowd groans with the slam and fall silent as Tryst stops moving. CM uses leverage to make the cover....






What a vicious hit. If not for the mat, he might’ve cracked his head on that one.






He’s beginning to move. His eyelids flicker to life. He moves his fingers. He starts to move his head, but then stops.





“Out of nowhere, McLennan slams Tryst with the hardest powerbomb that I’ve personally seen in a looooooooooooooong time, and somehow Tryst manages to kick out of it?! Wow. I can’t wait to see how this one ends,” Judge enthusiastically declares.


“It ends with someone being a loser, and the other one being a bigger loser! ...seriously, I hate this job.”


“Tryst is showing quite a bit of resilience....and at this point, neither man can really walk out of this a loser. Both men are relatively undersized, and they’re not used to hardcore. I think just fighting a match to the best of their ability will show just how good they are. How good Tryst is, anyway. Oh....and Ejiro, why don’t you just quit if you hate it so much?”


Ejiro considers Annie’s argument for a moment. “Well, I really don’t have anything better to do.” He chuckles. “That is, unless you want to come to the back with me and–”


Annie cuts him off. “Die.”


“Yeah, I kinda thought so.”


CM lets go of Tryst after the broken pinfall, and heads over toward the announce table to grab a chair. He pushes Ted Polak out of his chair and gets flipped off as he heads back toward where Tryst was. He looks in vain, however, as he can’t find him. He searches one side of the ring...and then another side of the ring...and then another side of the ring...and then the last. Finally, he rolls into the ring and pulls the ref aside, trying to get the ref to make a count-out, but being a no-dq match, the referee refuses. McLennan, losing his patience, tosses the chair to the mat in frustration. From behind him, Tristan rolls out from underneath the ring with a kendo stick in hand! As he dives into the ring, Craig doesn’t have enough time to react before getting clocked in the head with the kendo stick! One! Two! Three! Four! He drops to his knees on the mat, and takes one more slash to the back before falling all the way down. Tryst tosses the kendo stick to the ground carelessly and proceeds to tie McLennan up into a figure four leglock! McLennan pounds the mat in frustration as he tries to find his way out of the hold.


“Quick thinking by Tryst, and he’s back in control here! It’s hard to see where he’s really focusing his attack, other than to say that he hasn’t targeted much. Of course, he has been a bit more pre-occupied with the head than anything else, I suppose. Appears that he’s looking to end this one rather quickly with a Crusade.”


“It does appear that way, Judge. But to answer your other comment, targeting the entire body limits the speed of McLennan, which is really his greatest weapon. If Tryst can bring him down to his own speed, it’s all but done.” Annie watches the action in the ring intently as she speaks. Ejiro, on the other hand, is rather disgusted.


“You’ve gotta be kidding me! Tryst sucks! He hasn’t won a match since he’s come back, in case you hadn’t noticed...doesn’t that say something to you? He’s never going to win. He’s like Xero, he Ubersucks.” Everyone has a hearty laugh at that, until Annie threatens to smack Ejiro, and he mumbles something under his breath that she doesn’t catch.


CM struggles as he reaches for the ropes in vain. The crowd begins first with a solitary yell, slowly building into a full-fledged chant for their hero. The emotion conveyed from them is enough to supercharge their hero, as he locks the hold on even tighter! Stretching out in desperation, McLennan lunges for the ropes...and gets them! Tryst is slow to release the hold, but he does so surely as he gets to his feet and, energized as he is, awaits Craig in the center of the ring. McLennan is slow to get to his feet, and as soon as he’s up, he’s whipped into the corner by the Sherwood Fable. Tryst follows him in and quickly reverses, whipping him towards the other side of the ring. As CM connects with the turnbuckle and bounces backwards, Tryst comes running in and connects with a leaping roundhouse kick to the back of his head! He falls to the mat from the blow, while Tryst lands on a knee, and immediately goes for the pinfall.





Could it be? CM is in a daze...






The crowd holds it’s collective breath, silently pleading for the hand to fall...





CM kicks out and manages to roll himself out of the ring before Tryst can sustain him with any further damage. The crowd boos for this, but Judge applauds it. “Smart move by McLennan, there. There is no sense in staying in the ring if you don’t have your bearings...especially against that man right there. He’d get eaten alive.”


“But, what about fair play?” Annie chimes in. “Running away every time you’re at a disadvantage is hardly honorable.”


“And in case you hadn’t noticed,” comes Ejiro with the save, “Craig McLennan doesn’t really care about honor. Who really does, anyway? Only stupid losers like Tryst and you do. At least he’s crazy.”


“Tryst,” she says, panting, “...is NOT crazy. Okay?” Obviously missing the shot taken at herself, she quiets when Ejiro does the same.


Tryst is quick to leave the ring and head straight for McLennan, who is taking a breather. He spies the Sherwood Fable out of the corner of his eye, and swings for him as he gets near, dropping him with a surprise clothesline that knocks the air out of him. Clutching a grip on the bottom rope, he lifts himself onto the ring apron and leaps off sideways, flipping and landing a leg drop onto Tryst’s stomach! The blow further emphasizes his lack of air, and he struggles to regain control of himself. McLennan tosses him back into the ring without waiting much longer, and Tryst stumbles up to his feet at CM goes for a chair from the outside. He dives into the ring under the bottom rope with it, and takes a swing at Tryst. He misses, and the Sherwood Fable tries to counter...but takes a chairshot on the second try! CM goes for a quick pin.






Desperation pin. Tryst is motionless, but the fire still burns...






Tryst kicks out. Craig pulls him back to his feet and knees him in the stomach for good measure, heading for the top rope.


“He’s trying to end it!” Ejiro frantically yells. “Goooooooooooooo CM!”


“Not a smart move,” Annie replies.


CM leaps without looking...and Tryst, shaking off the cobwebs, manages to dodge out of the way! CM collides hard with the mat as he tries to land on his feet, and Tryst is quick to take advantage! He’s got him up to his feet, kick to the stomach!




“Calm down, Annie. And on another note, it does look like Tryst has just made McLennan pay dearly for trying to win too early.” Judge studiously watches the in ring action, knowing the inevitable.


CM falls back into the ropes, stumbles forward, and Tryst lifts him up....for the Crusade! CM is driven to the mat like a six foot tall brick, and the crowd erupts! Tryst rolls him over and hooks the leg...






Die by the air.






McLennan is out like a light.






“Forest” by System of a Down blasts back onto the speakers as Funyon declares the winner.


“Your winner....and Number One Contender to the World Title....TRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”


Tristan rolls from the ring, quietly stumbling towards the back as the cheers reign in from the crowd.


“For Ejiro and Annie Eclectic, I’m Judge Mental signing out.” And thus, we fade out with Annie and Ejiro arguing about the horrifically short Main Event.

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