Thoth 0 Report post Posted October 13, 2003 The SJL introduction video fades away to be replaced by a wide shot of the jam packed Gund arena the SJL fans already on their feet and cheering as SJL Wrath kicks off with a bang, pyros exploding all over the stage and around the ring. The camera cuts to a sweeping view taking in the faces and waving signs of the crowd as the fans eagerly await the first match of the card. The cameras finally cut back to the announcer’s table revealing Judge, Ejiro and Annie ready as always to call the action, as they get ready to kick off the show. Judge: Hello everyone and welcome to SJL WRATH! We’re broadcasting tonight once again from the Gund Arena in Cleveland, Ohio! I’m Judge William Hearford III along with my broadcasting colleagues Ejiro Fasaki and Annie Eclectic and what a show we have for you people tonight! Ejiro: That’s right, Brian bowers and Jay Morrison are going one on one once more for the SJL TV Title and later on tonight we have Champion versus Champion as Todd Royal takes on the Insane Luchador! Judge: And it doesn’t stop there as Dominic Korgath will take on “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins and Landon Maddix will take on Manson later tonight! Annie: But first we have a real bloodbath to start things off tonight! A hardcore match between Daemon and The Black Angel Aecas! Ejiro: Bloodbath? There’s no guarantee of that Annie. Annie: With Aecas involved you can bet there’s going to be a hell of a lot of blood spilt tonight Ejiro. His or anybody else’s, the man does not care! Judge: That’s true enough, Aecas has been in a vile mood these last few weeks after losing yet another shot at the World Title and then losing to Landon Maddix in a shock upset on Metal! Abruptly Cradle of Filth’s “Ghost in the Fog” blasts through the speakers, the lights dimming and the fans are instantly on their feet, a loud chorus of boos thundering through the Gund arena as all eyes turn to the entranceway and the focus of their anger. Funyon slips into the ring almost unnoticed as Daemon steps out from the entranceway, throwing aside the corner as he begins to walk down the aisle. He flicks his dreadlocks away from his face ignoring the fans with contemptuous ease as he strides down towards the ring as Funyon raises his microphone for the first announcement of the show. Funyon: The following contest is a Hardcore Match and anything goes! Introducing first from Victoria, British Columbia! Weighing in at 210lbs! DEAMON! The booing of the fans gets even louder as Funyon announces the first participant in the match who takes the anger and hatred in his stride, sliding into the ring and popping back up to his feet. Daemon looks out at the sea of people around him before moving into a corner and staring down at the entrance as he awaits his opponent. Judge: This man has similar views to Aecas regarding pain, though he seems to see it as a gift while Aecas claims to have mastered it. Annie: We’ll soon see who has the better idea, and I can tell you now its not going to be pretty. Ejiro: Well get that Grim Reaper wannabe out here and we’ll find out! Annie: I wish you’d say half of this stuff to his face Ejiro. Ejiro: But that wouldn’t be any fun now would it? Annie: It would be for me… The arena goes dark for several long moments the fans switching from boos to cheers as they know what’s coming, a graveyard bell ringing ominously, the Smarktron displays a figure shrouded in darkness, stabs of lights highlighting the scales of a winding tattoo that spreads itself across his chest. The stabs of light travel slowly up the figures body highlighting the blank white orb of an eye as a deep voice reverberates through the arena speakers. "Are you scared?" The voice echoes for a moment before several voices speak as one. "He's here..........." Dark Funeral's “Dead Skin Mask” blasts out from the arena speakers as a lighting flash highlights Aecas on the Smarktron, a sadistic grin on his face. Red lights begin to strobe around the arena, like an alarm system gone wrong - or a system that is warning of imminent carnage. Thick smoke boils up from the entranceway, filling the air and carpeting the floor, a blood red spotlight picks out Aecas as he stands deep in the depths of the smoke, an eerie silhouette will a large staff in one hand. Aecas raises the staff high above his head, a long wicked blade snaps forth from the staff, inciting a roar of approval from the crowd as he begins to stride down the aisle to the ring. Funyon: And his opponent! Weighing 315lbs! From Shrewsbury, England! He is the Black Angel! AECAS! The fans cheer even louder at Funyon’s announcement as Aecas charges the ring, dropping his Scythe on the outsides and sliding under the bottom rope, the Black Angel is quickly back on his feet swinging a huge clothesline at his opponent. As fast as Aecas is Daemon is faster, ducking under the tree trunk like arm of the Black Angel and running to the ropes. Aecas turns around quickly, but not quick enough to avoid a pair of boots cracking into his chest as Daemon executes a textbook dropkick. The giant staggers backwards as Daemon leaps back up to his feet and sends Aecas reeling once more with a stiff martial arts kick to the chest. Judge: And Daemon is starting his one of hard and fast and he’s got Aecas unbalanced! Ejiro: And that’s exactly what he needs to do Judge, that’s the mark of a smart wrestler, keep your opponent off his guard and you can win a match with ease! Annie: That maybe so Ejiro but I just hope that for Daemon’s sake he’s got more in his arsenal than kicks. Another hard kick sends Aecas thudding into a corner, Daemon immediately charges at his huge opponent but finds Aecas more than ready for him, the Black Angel dipping one shoulder and grabbing one of his opponent’s legs. The giant straighten up and effortlessly tosses Daemon over the top rope and down to the protective mats outside the ring with a hard *THUD* Judge: Daemon dropped all the way to the outside. Ejiro: But he’s back on his feet already Judge and he’s going for some toys! Daemon scrambles back up to his knees glaring up at Aecas before throwing aside the ring covering and reaching inside pulling out several steel chairs, he quickly throws them into the ring piling them one on top of the other and reaches underneath once more pulling out a kendo stick and a barbed wire 2x4 to a small pop from the crowd as Aecas begins to climb out of the ring. Daemon throws the 2x4 into the ring before throwing himself at the Black Angel armed with the Kendo Stick sending it cracking across the side of Aecas’ face as the giant’s feet hit the protective mats. SMACK! Aecas’ head jerks back from the impact and he lunges at Daemon to be met with another hard shot from the cane, Daemon pressing forwards as he hammers the cane into the giant’s had again and again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Daemon beats Aecas down to his knees with repeated stinging shots from the cane finally tossing away the splintered wreckage before stepping away and reaching under the ring once more. Judge: Daemon is really taking the fight to Aecas in the early stages of this match up! Ejiro: And he’s already looking for more things to his him with! Daemon finally finds what he is looking for as he pulls a bundle of light tubes out from beneath the ring, sliding them into the ring before grabbing two, one in each hand and advancing on Aecas who is rising up to his feet once more. The Black Angel looks up just in time to see Daemon swinging his right arm forwards shattering the glass against the Aecas’ head and spreading glass shards all over the mats as the giant slumps backwards. Daemon advances on his downed opponent and holds the remaining light tube in both hands breaking the center of it on the Black angels head and leaving him with two shattered halves. Aecas looks up slowly, his dead white eyes staring into Daemon’s and his hands come up urging Daemon on as blood begins to steadily run down his face from several deep cuts where the ragged glass dragged through his flesh. Judge: Aecas is urging Daemon on! He wants more punishment! Ejiro: This is where being insane doesn’t work very well for you Judge, its all very well wanting more, but then your opponent gives you more than you can handle and the bottom falls out for you. Annie: you know how much damage Aecas can take Ejiro, Daemon is going to have to do a lot more if he wants to keep Aecas down and down. Daemon looks down at Aecas for a long moment before smashing the two glass halves into the Black Angel’s temples opening yet more cuts on the giant’s face. Tossing away the broken stubs of the light tube Daemon quickly rolls back into the ring as Aecas starts to get back up to his feet, grinning as the blood begins to flow more freely down his face as he follows his opponent. Daemon is already on his feet stamping down hard on Aecas’ head to goad him on before quickly backing away into a corner as his opponent rises back up to his feet. As soon as Aecas gets back up to his feet he charges the corner, running straight into a pair of boots as Daemon snaps his feet up at the last moment. Reacting quickly Daemon jumps up to sit on the top turnbuckle wrapping an arm around the giant’s head, he pauses for a moment planting his feet firmly on the second rope. Daemon leaps out of the corner twisting himself and Aecas around in midair before gravity drags them both down planting the Black Angel’s head solidly into the pile of steel chairs! Judge: Tornado DDT on the chairs! Ejiro: And he’s got the leg hooked! Judge: Daemon ‘s trying to end this one early! ONE!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!! … … KICKOUT!!!!!!!!! Aecas kicks out hard, sending Daemon tumbling off of him and already beginning to get back up to his feet, the Black Angel rubs at his bloody forehead stooping to pick up one of the steel chairs he snaps it open and places it in the center of the ring, just as Daemon slams the barbed wire 2x4 across his back! Aecas’ arches his back as the barbed wire bite into his skin, he turns around and only just manages to duck under a swing that would have torn his face off. Aecas slams a huge fist into Daemon’s gut, doubling his opponent over before the Black Angel straightens back up wrapping his huge right arm around the Canadian’s head, his left grabbing a handful of tights as he hoists Daemon bodily into the air. Aecas holds Daemon upright for several long moments before he drops him straight south……RIGHT THROUGH THE OPEN CHAIR! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Judge: Brainbuster THROUGH the steel chair! Annie: Daemon’s had his fun and now its Aecas’ turn! And this is not going to be pretty! Aecas gets back up to his feet dragging a groggy Daemon with him, he kicks the broken chair asides before smashing a knee into his opponent’s gut, doubling him over before shoving the Canadian’s head down between his legs. Aecas leans forwards, wrapping his arms around Daemon’s waist before hauling him up to shoulder level, once again the Black Angel holds his opponent upright for a few movements before Powerbombing the Canadian Superstar into the canvas, shaking the ring with the impact. Adjusting his grip on Daemon, Aecas slowly lifts his opponent off of the canvas back up to shoulder height before slamming him down once more with another HARD Powerbomb. The Black Angel grins as he lifts Daemon up one more time, but this time reaches up to grab the Canadian by the head, dragging him down across his broad shoulders, holding his opponent by the neck and legs. Aecas slowly moves over towards the nearest corner, hefting Daemon on his shoulders before leaping into the air and spiking the Canadian Superstar into the corner with a Death Valley Driver! Aecas slowly gets back up to his feet, hooking Daemon’s legs underneath the top turnbuckle, suspending him in a Tree of Woe. Judge: Death Valley Driver into the corner! He could have killed Daemon with that move! Annie: It’s only going to get worse for Daemon Judge, Aecas is nowhere near finished with him yet! The Black Angel slowly slides out of the ring, crouching and throwing aside the ring cover before reaching in and grabbing something from the recesses of the ring. Ejiro: What’s this maniac going to pull out now? Aecas answers the question in everyone’s mind as he slowly pulls a barbed wire board out from underneath the ring o a huge roar of approval from the fans, the giant slides the board into the ring. Climbing back into the squared circle Aecas picks up the board and slowly walks over to Daemon placing the board wire first against his body before slowly walking across the ring and crouching in the opposite corner grinning wider as the crowd can sense what’s coming. Annie: The end is nigh for Daemon! Aecas charges across the ring and GORES the barbed Wire board into his opponent, snapping the wood in half as the barbed wire is driven into Daemon’s body from the force of the impact. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Judge: Oh my god…..did you just see that!? Annie: Daemon is just about done, there’s no way he’s going to kick out of that. Ejiro: You don’t know that Annie! Daemon is just as tough as Aecas! Annie: He doesn’t look it at the moment Ejiro. Aecas rips away the two halves of the board, revealing a very bloody Daemon, perforated by hundreds of small cuts who finally slumps out of the corner, collapsing to the canvas. Aecas rolls his opponent over and hooks a leg as Eddy long makes the count. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!! … … … THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Daemon kicks out at the last possible second, the arena almost shakes with the thunderous boos of the fans as they were sure the contest was over. Aecas moves back up to his knees, looking down at his fallen opponent, still grinning widely at Daemon’s resistance before he grabs the Canadian Superstar by his dreadlocks and pulls him slowly back up to his feet. Ejiro: I told you Annie! Daemon isn’t going to go down that easily! Annie: We’ll see about that Ejiro, he doesn’t look like he’s in much condition to defend himself anymore. The Black Angel slowly drags Daemon into the center of the ring grabbing yet another chair and opening it up smashing the Canadian Superstar face first into the steel, leaving him propped up against the chair. Aecas quickly grabs the stack of light tubes that Daemon slid into the ring and piles them on top of his opponents head before moving to the corner one last time, the Black Angel boosts himself up until he is standing on the second rope making a throat slitting motion as he signals for the end. Judge: Aecas is preparing to administer the coup de grace! But what’s he going to do!? Aecas grins widely and slowly steps up until he is standing on the top rope, standing on the top rope perfectly poised before he leaps off of the top his arms held out at his sides like wings as his boots crash down on Daemon’s head and neck smashing through the light tubes and driving shards of glass into the bloody flesh beneath. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Judge: M Bison through the light tubes! Daemon is out! Aecas lands on the canvas and wastes no time in rolling Daemon off of the chair as the fans continue to rock the arena with their fecal chant, hooking a leg as Eddy long races over to count the pinfall one more time. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … … … THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ejiro: Yes! Yes! YES! Come on Daemon! Show that Scythe Carrying freak who’s boss! Annie: He’s a brave man for being able to kick out of that but I have to question the intelligence behind it. Ejiro Pain is a gift Annie! Daemon said that himself! Aecas looks down at Daemon once more, respect crossing his features for a moment before he pulls the Canadian up one more time, dragging him back to the center of the ring and standing over a pile of broken light tubes. The Black Angel shoves Daemon's head between his legs once more before making a throat slitting motion one more time, the crowd erupting as they know what’s coming. Judge: Aecas signaling for the end now! If he hits this its all over! Aecas leans down and wraps his arms around Daemon’s waist, lifting the smaller man into the air slowly, letting him flop backwards to hang upside down and at the mercy of his giant opponent. Aecas takes a single step forwards and leaps into the air, spinning around in mid air and driving Daemon head first into the broken light tubes with the Executioner! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … … … THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING! DING! DING!!!!!!!!!! Funyon: The winner of the match! THE BALCK ANGEL! AECAS!!!!!!!!!!! The fans explode into cheers as Dark Funeral’s “Dead Skin Mask” blast through the arena speakers, trying to make itself heard over the roar of the fans as Aecas slowly rolls out of the ring to the outside. A wide grins is still stamped on the Black Angel’s bloody face as he picks up his Flick Scythe, snapping out the blade and holding it high in the air as he begins to walk up the aisle the cheers of the fans echoing in his ears. Judge: What a way to kick off a show that was! We’re going to commercial now folks but stay tuned we have many more great matches to come for you tonight and coming up next Dominic Korgath will be taking on “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins! See you after the break! Aecas salutes the crowd one more time with his Scythe getting another huge pop for his efforts before the bloody giant disappears backstage, the cameras fading out as a bloody and perforated Daemon slides from the ring and begins to make his way slowly up the ramp. 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Thoth 0 Report post Posted October 13, 2003 Judge: "Welcome back to SJL Wrath!" Ejiro: "Once again, we are coming to you LIVE from the Gund Arena in Cleveland!" Annie: "Where the weather's hot and the women are..." Justice and Rule: "ENOUGH!" Judge: "Up next... in a relatively surprising match-up, former World Champion Spike Jenkins looks set to face off against The Decay's Dominic Korgath!" Ejiro: "Ever since Spike lost his title he's been languishing in the promotion, but should he defeat Korgath tonight, it's going to be one heckuva boost for his career!" Judge: "Perhaps, Bill, but the Big Demon might turn the tables and be able to boast that he's beaten a former World Champion!" Annie: "Now, now, boys... let's not squabble. Here's Funyon with the introductions." Indeed, the impeccably dressed ring announcer has a microphone. Funyon: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first..." "You sit alone in lightless chambers, all the love you had is gone No one there to catch your fall, you never felt so alone Blackened thoughts in lonely ruins, lifeless eyes an empty gaze Death is but a promise now, life is just an empty phrase!" The opening lines of Grave Digger's "Demon's Day" hits as the massive form of Dominic Korgath emerges from behind the curtain. The crowd boos their hate as the Big Demon simply stands, motionless at the top of the ramp. Then, the Big Demon raises his iron staff high above his head in a sign of defiance as he starts making his way down to the ring. Funyon: "Weighing in at 350 lbs, he is the leader of The Decay, DOMINNNNNNICCCCCC KORRRRRRGAAAAATTTTHHHH!" The big man climbs over the top rope as he gets into the ring, frightening referee Anthony Michael Hall, who tries vainly to convince Korgath to drop his iron staff. Ejiro: "Every referee's been trying to keep that staff out of the match, but no one, and I mean NO ONE, tells Korgath what to do." The last beats of "Demon's Day" ends as the lights dim down, while a multitude of light blue lights begin flashing from the entrance stage. Suddenly, "King's Blend" by The Kottonmouth Kings starts up and "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins walks out from the backstage area and stops at the entrance ramp, the hood of his jacket covering his head as he stares at the ground. Funyon: "And his opponent, from HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA! Weighing at 225 lbs, he is SPIIIIIIKKKKKKEEEEEEE JEEEEENNNNKINSSSSSSSSS!" The crowd cheers as white pyros explodes from both sides of Spike, as the former world champion starts hopping around, getting warmed up. Spike makes his way through the pyro, and begins his walk down to the ring. Judge: "The man's still got the backing of the crowd, despite not being in top form in recent weeks." Ejiro: "Bah, what do these people know? Wait, they've stopped cheering, maybe they gained some IQ points from being in our presence!" Indeed, the cheers have turned to boos as another hooded form looms behind Jenkins. The taller form has a steel chair! *THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK* The sound of the chair shot rings out through the arena as Jenkins crumbles to the ramp. Annie: "What the hell?!?" Ejiro: "Looks like someone's softening Jenkins up for Korgath!" Annie: "That's an automatic disqualification for the big man!" But fortunately for Dominic Korgath, the official is busy removing the iron staff that he was carrying to the ring and does not notice the ringside altercation. The audience continues to rain their hate on the big man as he strides out of the ring towards his fallen opponent. Picking up Jenkins like he was a cardboard cutout, the Big Demon simply drags the former World Champion back into the ring. Judge: "This is atrocious behaviour. I don't care if Jenkins is October's designated SJL tool of the month, that is NO WAY to treat a man who once wore the belt around his waist." Ejiro: "Eh... It's only the SJL belt... no need to get so worked up." Judge: "It's only been a year since I last held it, remember?" Korgath unceremoniously dumps Spike Jenkins into the ring, and Hall calls for the bell to start the match. *DING DING DING* Dominic Korgath gets into the unconcious face of Spike Jenkins and starts taunting him, before grabbing the former World Champ by the throat. In one swift motion, the Big Demon lifts Jenkins high into the air, before sending "Hollywood" crashing back down to the canvas like a rag doll losing its stuffing. More than satisfied, Korgath then goes for the quick pin. Hall looks rather confused but a low growl from the Big Demon forces him to do the legal thing. ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* Funyon: "You winner by pinfall, DOMMMMMINNNNNICCCC KORRRRGAAAAAATH!!!" Judge: "What a pathetic way to gain a victory. Korgath should be ashamed of himself." Ejiro: "Jenkins will have nowhere to hide his face after this." Annie: "We'll cut to commercials now, but up next, TV Champ Bowers defends his title against Jay Morrison!" Ejiro: "Again? I think I'm going to puke..." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Thoth 0 Report post Posted October 13, 2003 Bowers and Morrison decided to play Muffin in the Middle instead of wrestling. Morrison lost. If you don't know what Muffin the Middle is, ask an adult. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Thoth 0 Report post Posted October 13, 2003 We come back from a commercial break, and the camera immediately goes to the announce table, where our regular crew of announcers, William Hearford, Ejiro Fasaki and Annie Eclectic welcome the viewing audience back. "(Judge) Welcome back to SJL Wrath, live from the Gund Arena in Cleveland! We'll get to our main event later, but right now we have Landon Maddix facing off against the veteran Manson!" "(Annie) You'll recall that it was two shows ago on Crimson, where Manson and Insane Luchador's in-fighting cost their team, which included Landon Maddix, a win versus Dominic Korgath, Jimmy Liston and Todd Royal, who happens to be one of Maddix's rivals." "(Judge) Very astute. You may become a competant announer yet. Anyhow, it was then on Metal where it was a tale of opposites, as Maddix defeated Aecas for a European Title shot, while Manson was defeated in a brutal hardcore match for the World Title versus Insane Luchador." "(Ejiro) I can guarantee you Manson was steaming after that match, and despite being a bit bruised and banged up, he'll be looking for someone to take it out on." "(Judge) Of course keep in mind that these two have never fought each other, so we don’t know what to expect. But as far as the stats are concerned, we do know that Manson has a few inches in height and about twenty pounds on Maddix, in addition to experience..." "(Annie) But let us not forget that Maddix is on a bit of a hot streak. In addition to that, Maddix has had quite a few upsets, while Manson often seems to be a victim of his own confidence, leading to underestimating some rookies and being on the wrong side of a few upsets himself." "(Ejiro) Shhh. Don’t bring that up." The cameras switch to Funyon, standing in the ring with microphone in hand. "(Funyon) Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a standard singles match and it is scheduled for one-fall! First, making his way down to the ring…" The opening chords of Marilyn Manson's "Fight Song" blasts out of the speakers, and the crowd rises to their feet. The music cotninues on and the buzz of the crowd dies down a little, but picks up once again as Landon Maddix runs out from the back and stops on the top of the stage. He spins around with arms to his side ala Shawn Michaels, soaking up the cheers and adulation from the crowd. Nothing suffocates you more than the passing of everyday human events… Maddix breaks out from his spin and begins strutting down the aisle, slapping the outstretched hands of the fans by the aisle as he passes by And isolation is the oxygen mask come let your children breath in to surviiiive! "(Funyon) Hailing from Huron, South Dakota! He weighs in at two-hundred and six pounds, and stands five foot ten! He is the Number One Contender to the SJL European Championship, LAAAAAAANDON 'LA CUC-ARACHA' MMAAAAAAAADIX!" As Funyon calls his name, Maddix spins again at the foot of the ramp, arms stretched out in the air as he sings along with the music in the background. But I'm not a slave, to a god, that doesn't exist but I'm not a slave, to a world, that doesn't give a shit! Maddix walks around the ring tagging the hands of the ringside fans as the music continues, with Ejiro only shaking his head in disdain as Landon passes in front of him. Landon, having made his way all the way around the ring and slapped as many hands as possible, leaps up onto the apron in one bound. He turns around, raising his arms out as the crowd pump their collective fists and chant along with the music.. "FIGHT!" "FIGHT!" "FIGHT!" "FIGHT!" Maddix then enters the ring and leaps to the middle rope, camera side, holding his hands up in the air and soaking in the cheers from the crowd. The female fans in attendance scream, but the celebration is cut short and the crowd dies down slightly, as the house lights drop to a red hue. "Frankenstein" by the Edgar Winter Group explodes from the speakers, as the crowd begins murmuring once again. Manson soon emerges to a loud, albeit mixed pop, from the crowd. He pauses for a moment at the head of the ramp and throws up a fist in the air to the cheers of the fans, before descending down the ramp. "(Funyon) And his opponent, hailing from Denver, Colorado! He weighs in at two-hundred and twenty five pounds, and stands six foot! MMAAAAAAAAANSON!" Manson rolls in under the bottom rope. Upon standing, he strips off his trademark leather jacket in one continuous motion, and dumps the garment to the floor outside. He turns to his left, and waits in his corner in the upper left side of the ring, opposite from Maddix. Funyon escapes the ring, and referee Matthew Kivell calls for the bell. "(Ejiro) See, that's how you do an entrance. Short and simple, I'd have it no other way. Kudos to Manson. " "(Annie) Didn't you enter as George Washington crossing the Delaware at Genesis?" "(Ejiro) Please, Annie. This isn't about me… This is about Landon Maddix actually wanting to run around the ring, touching the grubby hands of the normals. Especially those in Cleveland of all places." DING DING! Landon Maddix comes out of his corner, dancing around the ring and ready to go. Meanwhile, Manson struts out slowly, and rotates his neck from side to side before doing the same as Maddix. With Manson near Maddix's corner, Maddix cautiously closes in, and tries for a collar-elbow. Manson shrugs it off though, and pushes Maddix back a couple steps. With a swipe of his right hand, Manson simply paintbrushes Maddix with a bitch slap across the face! The crowd boos Manson! "(Judge) Manson right off attempting to show Maddix who the boss is." "(Annie) Where's Tony Danza these days anyway?" Both Ejiro and Judge no-sell Annie and turn their attention back to the match, where Maddix rubs his cheek and stares at Manson, as if to ask "Why?" Manson answers that with a kick to the gut, doubling Maddix over. Manson wraps his right arm around the head of Maddix and locks his hands, going into the side headlock. Maddix flails his arms, before punching away at Manson's ribs. Landon tries to push Manson off, but Manson keeps his hold on. Maddix goes for a few more punches, and tries pushing him off again, this time succeeding to the cheers of the fans! "(Judge) Maddix, out of the headlock now…" Manson bounces off the top side ropes, and springs off. Maddix lowers his shoulder snd braces for impact, but Manson knocks him down to the mat with a shoulder block! Maddix stands, but dives down again as Manson runs to the left side ropes and bounces off. Manson leaps over Maddix and springs off the opposite side ropes, as Maddix stands. Manson extends his arm and tries for a lariat, but Maddix ducks! Manson spins back toward the center of the ring, where Maddix stands with his back to Manson and posts off his hands. Maddix wraps his ankles around Manson's head, and spins to his left, taking Manson and tossing him outside with a headscissors takeover! "(Annie) Manson to the outside! What a move!" "(Ejiro) The term is a headscissors takeover. Besides which, I could do better." Manson slowly but surely stands off the outside padding, but as he's about to get back into the ring, Maddix puts him back down with a dropkick through the ropes! "(Judge) And Maddix is now taking it to Manson! Not by strength like he attempted earlier, but by speed." But once again, the tenacious Manson shakes off the attack and begins getting up once again. As Manson gets to a knee, Maddix wipes his hands on his shorts and grips the top rope. Manson plants his front foot to get up, and Maddix pulls back on the rope. With the rope pulled back as far as it can go, Maddix launches himself forward, to the outside! Manson gets to his feet, only for Maddix to collide with him on the outside to the pop of the fans! "(Judge) PLANCHA!" Maddix raises his hand as he rests against the barrier, and Manson lies on the ground just a few feet away, breathing hard. Kivell makes a count inside the ring. "ONE!" Maddix pulls himself up to his feet. "TWO!" He goes over to pick up Manson. "THREE!" He throws Manson into the ring. "FOUR!" And rolls in himself. He scrambles into the cover and hooks a leg. Kivell dives down to count the pin attempt. "(Judge) Cover!" "ONE!" "TWO!" But Manson kicks out! "(Annie) Maddix nearly got him!" "(Ejiro) On the contrary, if you know Manson by now, he's far too strong to go down this early…" Maddix takes Manson by his neck, and pulls him up to his feet. Manson shrugs him off and begins punching away… ::Bzzzt…:: "(Ejiro) What the f--" But Wrath goes to dead air! Static! Static! And more static, until several minutes later… "(Judge) Sorry about that, folks. David Blazenwing chewed through the one extension cord holding the television feed together. He's now dead… Moving on, it was a back and forth match between Manson and Maddix, before Manson finally put Maddix away with his Diamond Cutter known as the Truth or Consequences!" "(Annie) It's a shame only the fans in the arena could see it. Nevertheless, it was a fantastic match." "(Judge) Righto. But up next is our main event, the World Champion Insane Luchador facing off against the European Champion Todd Royal. Stay with us." The feed fades to black, as "Frankenstein" continues to play and Manson heads up the ramp. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Thoth 0 Report post Posted October 13, 2003 Returning from the final ad break of the night, the crowd in the Gund is a buzz. The concession stands are practically barren and the restrooms dry as the SJL hometown faithful pack the aisles. Amped from a loaded show and fully aware of the huge main event to come, the Cleveland crowd is busting at the seams and hanging from the rafters. As the camera pans past signs that read “Landon’s Taking Off!”, “My Dentist Hates Decay Too!!!” and “IL is ILL!!!” we come to rest on the broadcast position where our trio of journalistic grapplers are roaring back to life. Annie: Welcome back to Wrath! What an amazing show we’ve had tonight! Ejiro: That’s right, and the finish line’s in sight! I have a very important meeting with Condoleeza Rice to get to. The fate of the good ol’ USA is at stake! Lets get this barrel rollin’! Judge: Not so fast, partner. We’ve got a HUGE main event left to go! The crowd suddenly explodes, erupting in cheers of anticipation as Funyon steps through the ropes, microphone in hand and decked in a tightly pressed suit. Annie: We’ve seen the TV title defended already tonight here in Cleveland, and a match from out #1 contender to the European title, Landon Maddix. But up next, Champion Vs. Champion! Ejiro: That’s right, paper champion Andrew Rickmen takes on champion of the people, Todd Royal!! Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is your MAIN EVENT!!…This is a non-title, Champion Vs. Champion match with a 45 minute time limit! The raucous crowd suddenly turns hostile as the lights in the Gund drop to black. As a faint melodic chorus of praise filters through the arena, a spotlight shoots from the rafters, illuminating the curtain in milky white light. An explosion of sound soon erupts through the arena, however, triggering a catwalk of blue and white strobe lights and signaling the start of Motley Crue’s “Livewire”. Funyon: Announcing first…from San Diego, California…accompanied to the ring by Megan Skye and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds…he is the reigning SJL European Heavyweight Wrestling Champion…TODD ROYAL!!! With guitar riffs and boos filling the air, the curtain parts and Megan Skye slides through. Dressed in a silver bikini top and a black miniskirt with “TODDESS” emblazoned on the rear, Skye twirls briefly before pulling back the curtain. Todd Royal bursts into the arena, a grin plastered on his face and the European Title plastered around his waist. Rushing to the ring, Royal blows off the fans and slides under the ropes. Brushing Funyon from his path, the European Champ runs the ropes as he waits for his opponent. Judge: This is a HUGE match for Todd Royal. If Royal emerges victorious tonight he cements himself atop the card of the SJL and gets himself a shot at the World Title! Ejiro: Eh, it’s not so big. Todd already beat the champ once, in that tag match on Crimson. Hell, he should be the world champ right now! Annie: You’re delusional… Judge: Could have told you THAT… Annie: IL was counted out of that match while Royal was on the other side of the ring, standing on the apron! Todd had nothing to do with that! Removing his vest and sunglasses in the ring, Royal taps his foot impatiently as his theme fades out and the lights come on. As the speakers spark to life again, however, the only sounds that can be heard in Cleveland are cheers. The Offspring’s “Gotta Get Away” blares through its opening chords, but the vocals are quickly drowned out by cheering Ohioans. With a palette of colored explosions against a background of white pyro, the curtain parts again. Funyon: And his opponent…from Easton, Pennsylvania…weighing in at two hundred and one pounds…he is the reigning SJL WOOOOORRRRLLLLLDDD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPION… “THE INSANE LUCHADOR”…ANDREW RICKMEN!!! Running into the entrance way, his wild hair spiked on its ends and his multi-colored eyes sparkling brighter in the pyrotechnic firestorm, Rickmen leaps into the air and throws out his arms in celebration. Dressed in an Alice in Chains T-shirt and a pair of cargos, the Insane Luchador surveys the crowd. After soaking in the adulation, the world champ takes off toward the ring, tagging dozens of hands on his way to ringside. With a leap to the apron and a fluid run to the turnbuckle, IL hypes the crowd even more by doing a back flip into the ring. Annie: And the SJL superfans in Cleveland are JACKED for the World Champion!! Ejiro: This is a big match for Rickmen as well, you know. Judge: Well, every match is big when you carry that belt… Ejiro: No, I mean IL won that belt on a fluke and has ducked every challenge thrown at him sense then. He needs to beat someone the caliber of Todd to prove he belongs. Annie:…Your idiocy dumbfounds me. With both men between the ropes, referee Sexton Hardcastle slides in to meet them. Taking the European belt from Royal and the World strap from Rickmen, Hardcastle turns to hand the belts to the timekeeper. Todd stops him however, spinning him around to inspect the SJL’s grandest prize. Raising his eyebrows in satisfaction, Royal pats both shoulders and raises his arms, throwing the crowd into another fit of boos. The frustrated official turns to Insane Luchador, offering the belts for him to inspect. With a smirk, IL declines, jumping up and down in place as Hardcastle hands off the gold and signals for the bell. *DING* *DING* *DING* Judge: And we’re off and running with our Wrath main event! Staring each other down, the competitors begin to circle the ring. Rickmen takes the first initiative, raising his right hand and offering a test of strength to Royal. Raising his eyebrows and smirking, Todd reaches up, slapping IL’s hand down and refusing to lock up. Annie: Look at that, that’s ridiculous. A test of strength would probably favor Royal anyway, he outweighs the champ by nearly 20 pounds. Why would he pass that up? Ejiro: You’re missing the point. If Todd accepts, he’s letting IL control the pace. Royal wants the psychological advantage as well as the physical one. Annie: Maybe I just don’t understand men. Judge: MAYBE?! Continuing his walk around the ring, Royal finally pauses. Raising both arms perpendicular to his chest, the European Champ steps forward, offering a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Rickmen smiles and spins around, smacking his foot against Todd’s outstretched hand and eliciting a yelp of shock from Royal. As Todd shakes his hand in pain, IL spins back around, grabbing him in a lockup anyway. Annie: Good strategy there by IL. He locked up with Todd, but not before establishing an advantage for himself. As Annie says this, however, the tide begins to turn. Royal, with the weight and strength advantage, begins to power forward, pushing IL across the ring. Rickmen tries to power back, but Todd breaks, spinning behind his opponent and locking his arms around the champion’s waist. IL briefly tries to power out of the waistlock, but Todd fires back with an axe handle to the gut to counter. Changing his strategy, Rickmen drops to the mat, sliding through Royal’s clasped hands and landing on his back on the mat. Rolling back, the Insane Luchador thrusts back his feet, mule kicking the shocked European champ in the jaw. Ejiro: Whoa, Rickmen just slid out of that waistlock and punted Todd in the face!! Annie: IL using his speed advantage to overcome the more powerful Royal! As Todd staggers back into the corner, IL springs off the canvas. Leaping into the corner and pinning his opponent against the turnbuckle, Rickmen raises his fist and begins raining blows down on Royal as the fans rally behind him. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” “FIVE!” “SIX!” “SEVEN!” “EIGHT!” “NINE!” As the world champ raises his fist for the final blow, Royal steps out of the corner. Spinning his opponent around and planting him on the top rope, Todd cuts off the assault and interrupts the crowd- many of whom half-heartedly chant “TEN!” anyway. Reeling back, Todd steps in as he unleashes a stiff knife-edge chop to the chest. “WHOOO!” Judge: Back and forth match here in the early goings, with Royal currently on top, unleashing the knife-edge chops! “WHOOOOO!” The crowd reacts as Todd lays into his opponent with a second stiff chop, sending IL rocking and dangerously close to falling off the turnbuckle. An attempted third blow is cut off however, as Rickmen extends his legs, hooking Royal’s armpits. Falling backwards, over the ropes, the world champ takes Todd to the outside with a body scissors. The crowd erupts as Rickmen skins the cat, tumbling over the ropes and back into the ring. Annie: Modified rana to the outside by the Insane Luchador! Judge: And just like that, the tide changes. Annie: Who has the psychological advantage, now Ejiro? Before the US champ can respond, Andrew Rickmen delivers a showcase of his advantage. Running the opposite ropes, the world champ takes to the air, flipping over the top rope and taking out Royal at ringside with a somersault plancha. Judge: BEAUTIFUL plancha by Rickmen! The crowd is on fire for the champ in Cleveland! “RICKMEN!” “RICKMEN!” “RICKMEN!” Ejiro: Someone keep that idiot in the ring where he belongs!! Kipping up on the concrete, IL soaks in the cheers from the crowd before lifting his opponent from the ring mats and shoving him under the bottom rope. With a gleam in his eye, the SJL champ jumps up onto the ring apron, pointing at Todd and drawing a cheer from the crowd. Hopping up to the top rope, Rickmen springs off the cable and into the air. Contorting his body, IL cocks his arm and crashes down with an elbow drop. Annie: Springboard Elbow Drop by Rickmen! The champ’s soaring and he’s on a roll!! Ejiro: What is this, a gymnastics contest?! How ‘bout a hammerlock champ? Ever heard of a heel hook? Judge: The champ’s sticking with what got him to the dance, and he’s got Todd Royal staggering. Picking the European champion off the mat, Rickmen fires off a boot to the gut. As Todd doubles over from the blow, IL reaches in and applies a front facelock. Reaching down and grabbing a handful of tights, the champ jerks back, lifting Royal into the air. Regaining his bearings, however, Todd drops out of the suplex, landing behind Rickmen and locking in a waistlock again. Ejiro: Todd escapes! In an effort to head off any escape attempts, Royal extends his right leg in front of his opponent’s. Kicking back, the European champ trips up IL, planting Rickmen on the mat and holding tight to the waistlock. Floating over, Todd transitions into a headlock- grinding IL’s face into the mat. Judge: And now the tide has ebbed again. Royal has the champion grounded, taking away his aerial attack and dictating the pace. Annie: Royal’s spent his share of time in Mexico, but he likes to keep his matches on the mat. The more time spent in the air in this one, the bigger the advantage for IL. Even as Royal wipes the canvas with his face, Rickmen begins to fight out of the hold. Making his way to his knees, and then to his feet, IL pounds his foot against the mat to keep the crowd behind him. With a violent shove, the champ sends Todd to the ropes, breaking Royal’s grip. As Todd rebounds back at him, Rickmen leapfrogs over his opponent. Royal hits the opposite cables with force, and with a high leap, IL fires off a dropkick. Annie: HUGE Dropkick…NO! Reacting quickly, Todd hooks his arms over the top rope and puts on the brakes. Royal breaks out into a grin as his opponent crashes to the mat, but quickly releases the ropes and charges forward. As he reaches his fallen opponent, Todd hooks his legs. Rolling forward, Royal jackknifes IL to the mat. Ejiro: NEW CHAMP! ONE!… . . . . . . TW…KICKOUT!! Annie: New Champ?!? Todd didn’t even hit an offensive move! Hell, this isn’t even a title match!! Ejiro: Jeez, calm down, it was only a one count… As Annie sits, unable to respond to THAT comment, Sexton Hardcastle leaps off the mat, raising one finger into the air. The fans applaud as Royal is thrown from his opponent, and Rickmen rolls to his feet. Both men quickly regain their footing, but IL is the first to charge. Hooking his opponent’s arm, Todd blocks, arm dragging Rickmen to the mat and immediately cinching in an arm bar. Judge: Back to the mat by Todd Royal, trying to take away the offense and wear his opponent down. Annie: It’s not going to be easy to keep Rickmen down, however, IL can fly given even the smallest opening. Confident that he has regained the advantage, Royal slowly gets to his feet, maintaining his grip on his opponent’s arm the whole time. Once both men are standing, Todd works his way down Rickmen’s arm, spinning behind the champion and applying a hammerlock. “LETS GO RICKMEN! *clap* *clap* *clapclapclap*” “LETS GO RICKMEN! *clap* *clap* *clapclapclap*” As the crowd begins clapping again, building support for their hero, IL reaches his free arm up, hooking the European champion around the head. Leaping into the air, Rickmen tries to shift his weight and snap mare Todd to the canvas. Grunting, Royal shoves him off, driving IL to the mat with a hammerlock slam. “OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” As Rickmen cradles his left arm on the canvas, Royal wipes the sweat off his brow. With a scowl across his face, Todd plants the sole of his boot on his opponent’s face. Putting all his weight on that foot, the European champ spins to the mat, tearing the flesh across Rickmen’s face. Annie: Now THAT is just disrespectful. IL is practically a legend in the SJL and the world champ, who is Todd Royal to treat him like that? Ejiro: He’s your Todd and Savior, baby and the NEXT SJL World Champ! Prepare for the reign of Todd! As Annie continues to express her disgust, Royal takes a stroll over to the ring ropes. Reaching down, Todd takes the black terrycloth towel from Megan Skye, using it to wipe the sole of his shoe. As he tosses the towel down in disgust, Royal smiles at the jeers from the crowd. “ROYAL SUCKS!” “ROYAL SUCKS!” “ROYAL SUCKS!” Judge: Todd Royal wiping his foot off after the attack on Andrew Rickmen and drawing the ire of the Cleveland fans. Ejiro: He was simply wiping the “loser” off his boot. Its contagious you know. Todd wouldn’t want to catch it. Back in the ring, IL has risen back to his feet. Royal charges, looking for a clothesline, but whiffs as Rickmen ducks the blow. As Todd turns around, the world champ pivots, thrusting out his leg and firing off a super kick. Royal ducks this time, and as IL plants his foot again, Todd hooks his arm around Rickmen’s waist. Cradling IL’s inside leg, the European champion lifts his smaller opponent from the mat. Spinning Rickmen around, Royal leaps into the air, crashing to the canvas with a power bomb. Todd uses his legs to pin IL’s arms to the mat, struggling to keep him down as Sexton Hardcastle makes the count. ONE!… . . . . . . TWO!!… . . . . . THR…NO!! The crowd breathes a collective sigh of relief as IL powers his shoulder off the mat. Todd Royal rolls to his feet as soon as the count is broken however, and continues his assault. Peeling his opponent off the canvas, Royal hooks Rickmen in a front facelock. Ejiro: Royal was again seconds away from victory yet again. Todd’s proving to all these people that he’s better than that paper champ! Judge: The momentum has definitely swung in Todd Royal’s way, and decisively, for the first time in this contest. Taking a moment to disrespect his opponent even further by spitting on his back, Royal slowly begins to turn Rickmen over. Still clamping on the headlock, Todd positions himself back-to-back with the Insane one briefly pausing before dropping to the mat and snapping his opponent’s neck against his shoulder. Annie: Stiff neck breaker by Todd Royal, but he punctuates it by spitting on the world champ. That won’t do much to endear him to these Cleveland fans. With IL sitting dazed on the mat, Royal pounces again. Stalling only briefly to gather himself, the European champ circles his opponent and fires off a stiff shin strike to the arm. Rickmen winces in pain as he reaches over, cradling the arm that has already been the target of attack. Striking at the arm again, Todd smiles at the sounds of Rickmen’s pain. Cursing and shaking his arm, the Insane Luchador tries to get to his feet to defend himself. On the way up, Royal grabs the limp appendage, twisting it over his head and placing it over his shoulder before dropping to the mat. Judge: OH! Ejiro: Beautiful arm breaker by Todd! Annie: Usually we see Royal working over his opponent’s leg to set up the Wrath of Todd, but he’s just dissecting the arm of IL right now. You have to wonder if there’s a strategy there. Grimacing in pain, the world champion uses the ring ropes to pull himself to his feet. He barely has time to regain his bearings however, before Royal leaps on him, driving his knee repeatedly into the sternum of Rickmen and doubling him over. Judge: Todd Royal staying on his opponent like glue. He knows that all the Insane Luchador needs is a small opening and he’ll take to the air again. Not wanting to provide that opening, Royal hooks his opponent around the had. Grabbing the belt loops of Rickmen’s pants, Todd quickly lurches backwards, delivering a snap suplex into the center of the ring. As IL’s body bounces off the canvas, Todd is already rolling his hips and getting back to his feet. Pulling IL into the air at a more relaxed pace, Royal falls back again, dropping the world champion with a vertical suplex as well. Ejiro: Here comes the Trinity! Todd fires off the snap suplex and the vertical suplex, and that delayed vertical suplex may finish Rickmen off! Rolling his hips for a second time, Todd plants his feet on the mat. With a tug on the waistline of Rickmen’s cargo’s IL is once again parallel to his opponent. As Royal turns however, showing his opponent off to the crowd, the champ begins to tilt forward. Todd struggles to pull him back, but IL curls up, planting his feet in the chest of his opponent and pushing off- sending the European champ across the ring with a monkey flip. Annie: Modified Monkey flip by IL!! He blocked the Trinity and sent Royal sailing! That might be the opening Rickmen needs! Shaken, Royal scrambles to his feet with a look of shock plastered on his face. His eyes only widen as he stares across the ring, catching only a glimpse of IL before Rickmen’s foot collides with his face, taking him to the mat with a spinning heel kick. The buzz in the crowd grows as Rickmen kips up again. With a whoop of excitement, Rickmen mounts his fallen opponent, using his right fist to rabbit punch Todd’s face and skull. Royal kicks him off, but IL just nods his head, pointing at the corner and drawing an enormous cheer from the crowd. Judge: The Insane Luchador is going to the top!! Annie: The champ’s gonna fly! Todd’s tried to prevent this all match, but he’s defenseless to it now!! Scaling the corner, Rickmen hollers for the fans to get on their feet. The capacity crowd leaps up as one, but Todd Royal is more slow to get up. As the dazed European champ staggers to his feet, IL leaps from the top, soaring at his opponent with a body press. Annie: Majestic Cross body block by Insane Luchador! Royal extends his arms, trying to catch his flying adversary, but the impact is too sudden and too great. Rickmen’s body drives Todd to the canvas, and he hooks the leg as the referee hits the mat. ONE!… . . . . . . TWO!!… . . . . . . . THR… . . . . . KICKOUT!!! Rickmen doesn’t argue the count with Sexton Hardcastle, and pauses only briefly to shake the pain from his arm before peeling Todd off the canvas. In desperation, Royal reaches up, delivering a European uppercut to his opponent’s elbow and sends his opponent a few steps back. Todd only has time to mop his forehead dry, however, before Rickmen charges. In a flash, IL jumps high into the air and wraps his legs around the head of the European champ. Bending backwards and ducking through his opponent’s legs, Rickmen snaps his legs down, firing Royal across the ring. Annie: Huracanrana!! Judge: Todd tried to take away the arms of the Insane Luchador, but Andrew Rickmen responded by attacking with his legs, sending Royal flying with that rana!! As Todd lays sprawled on the mat, IL rolls back to his feet. Taking to the air again, Rickmen crashes down on his opponent, crushing Royal’s throat and popping the crowd again. The insane one immediately springs to his feet again, but before he can deliver another leg drop, Megan Skye pulls Todd from the ring. Ejiro: That’s right. Get out of there and don’t let that maniacal idiot get the momentum! As Skye and Royal confer at ringside, referee Sexton Hardcastle tries to warn Rickmen against climbing the turnbuckles. Ignoring the official’s warnings, IL scales the corner and turns his back to his opponent. Pointing at the rafters, Rickmen hurls himself backwards, flying towards Royal. Annie: MOONSAULT to the OUTSIDE!! “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” Both Todd and Megan are sent sprawling on the ringside mats, the crowd erupts in awe of their champion. Hardcastle slides under the bottom rope to check on the competitors as Rickmen begins to pull himself from the wreckage. Signaling to the crowd, IL pulls Royal off the concrete and slides him under the bottom rope. Rubbing his arm and wincing, Rickmen pulls himself onto the apron. Judge: Andrew Rickmen puts everything he has in every match and it shows. He put his body on the line there and it isn’t even a title match. Ejiro: Ya, but you have to question the wisdom of a move like that. IL’s arm was already weakened, and it looks like he may have jammed it on the concrete on that moonsault. IL doesn’t seem bothered however, as he climbs to the top rope again. Royal lays motionless on the canvas as Rickmen stands high above the ring again. Diving into the ring and somersaulting in mid-air, Rickmen rotates four hundred and fifty degrees in the air. Annie: 450 SPLASH!! *CRASH* The ring shakes as Royal summons his strength and slides out of the impact zone. The World champ collides violently with the canvas and Todd tumbles over him, cradling his arms and legs and pinning him to the mat with an Oklahoma roll. ONE!… . . . . . . . TWO!!… . . . . . . THR… . . . . Eeeee….NO!!! Ejiro: OH!! So close! Royal was inches away from victory again! Annie: Andrew Rickmen put his body on the line again, but this time it didn’t pay off as he misses the 450 splash and nearly gets pinned. Judge: That’s why they call them “high-risk”! Weak, but energized by the momentum swing, Todd Royal gets back to his feet. Jerking his opponent up by the damaged arm, Royal fluidly swings IL at the ropes, Irish whipping him across the ring. As Rickmen bounds back toward him, Todd plants his feet, hooking the world champion under the arms and slingshotting him over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex. Ejiro: NICE! As the Insane Luchador bounces across the ring, Royal collapses against the ring ropes, breathing heavily. Megan hops onto the ring apron and towels the European champion down, drawing more boos from the standing-room-only crowd. Judge: That’s the third or fourth time I’ve seen Royal towel off during this match. He’s trying desperately to keep up with the pace set by Andrew Rickmen and it’s taking its toll on Todd. Having caught his breath, Royal walks over to his fallen opponent. Lifting Rickmen from the mat, Todd circles behind him and uses his left arm to clutch IL’s right wrist. Grabbing the champion’s left wrist with his right arm and pulling Rickmen towards him, Todd signals for the Straightjacket suplex. Before he can complete the move however, Rickmen springs back to life. Freeing his right arm, IL spins away from Royal, scissoring Todd’s leg and draping him across the middle rope with a drop-toe-hold. The crowd erupts as IL scrambles to his feet and clutches the top rope. Flinging himself over the cables, the insane champion guillotines Todd’s neck with a leg drop. “I-L! *clap* *clap*” “I-L! *clap* *clap*” Annie: Every time Todd gets an advantage, IL comes right back and takes back the momentum!! This man is your world champion for good reason, he’s simply amazing! As Todd flops back into the ring, clutching his throat and looking significantly less than amazing, the Insane Luchador pulls himself back onto the ring apron. Sprinting across the apron, IL hops into the corner- mounting the top turnbuckle. The European champion gets to his feet and, spotting Rickmen atop the turnbuckles, charges in after him. IL kicks his legs out as Todd approaches, however, and doubles him over with a boot to the ribcage. Grabbing Royal around the head and spinning his finger around in a circle, IL takes off from the corner with a Tornado DDT. Halfway around, however, Royal lurches back, stunning Rickmen and planting him with a bridge. Judge: Tornado DD… Ejiro: NO! Spinning Northern Lights suplex by Todd!! ONE!… . . . . . . TWO!!… . . . . . . THR… . . . . . Eeeee….. . . . . NO!!!! Annie: Kickout!! Royal keeps pulling out desperation maneuvers, but he keeps coming up short. That has to give the psychological advantage to IL! Ejiro: It was SO CLOSE!!! As Ejiro bemoans the near fall, Royal collapses to the canvas, out of breath. Both men lay, chest heaving, on the mat as referee Sexton Hardcastle begins the count. Willing IL to get up, the crowd counts along with the official. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” “FIVE!” “SIX!” “SEVEN!” By the time the count reaches seven, Andrew Rickmen is on his feet. As he pulls his opponent off the mat, the Insane Luchador pulls his thumb across his chest, yelling “IT’S OVER!!” Applause erupts from all corners of the arena in response, and Rickmen breaks a smile as he hooks Todd in a front facelock. Reaching down, IL hooks a handful of Royal’s tights in his tightly clenched fist. With a groan that shows his strain, Rickmen hoists the European champion in the air. He pauses only briefly, Todd’s body parallel to his own, before dropping back, drilling Royal’s skull into the canvas. Annie: Beautiful and deadly brainbuster by the Insane Luchador! Judge: The champion’s firmly in control now! Ejiro: And Rickmen floats over into the cover. Get up Todd! Get UP! ONE!… . . . . . . TWO!… . . . . . . . . THR… . . . . . Eeeeee….. . . . . THRE…NO! “OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The crowd sighs collectively as they realize Rickmen has not yet won the match, but quickly turn to cheering for the champ. As he pulls himself off of his opponent, IL looks pleadingly at Hardcastle, holding up three fingers and shaking his head in disbelief. Judge: ANOTHER near fall! Folks, we’re running close to the end of our TV time. If this match, for some reason, is not over by the end of the show, we will definitively show you the end of the contest next week! Ejiro: Ya, you’ll see Todd’s victory some other day. I’ve got important national security meetings people! Andrew Rickmen is determined to finish the match off immediately however, and pulls Royal violently from the mat. Lining himself up behind Todd, IL weaves his arms through those of Royal, clasping his hands together behind the head in a full nelson. As the crowd erupts in anticipation of what’s coming, IL charges into the corner. Annie: BRINK OF INSANITY!! As the pair nears the turnbuckles, however, Royal puts on the breaks. Powering out of the nelson, Todd spins behind his opponent and hooks a full nelson hold of his own. As Megan shrieks in delight, the crowd’s enthusiasm turns to horror. Ejiro: NO! TODD DAMN!! As Royal leans back, pulling Rickmen with him, the World Champ kicks his legs up and back flips out of the move. The crowd erupts as IL lands on his feet, while Todd just looks around incredulously. In one fluid maneuver, Rickmen charges forward and leaps into the air, coming down in a sitting position on Royal’s shoulders. Todd’s eyes widen as the Insane one dives forward. Hooking his feet under Royal’s arms, Rickmen rolls over the European champ, bringing Todd down in a victory roll. As IL slides under his legs, though, Todd drops to his knees, pinning Rickmen’s shoulders to the mat and shocking the crowd. Judge: Royal blocks the Victory Roll! ONE!… . . . . . . TWO!!… . . . . . . . THR… . . . . . EEEEeeee……. . . . . THREE!!! Ejiro: Royal wins!! We have a new world champ!! Annie: It’s a non-title match you dolt! Todd didn’t win anything! Ejiro: YET! It’s just a matter of time now, baby! He proved tonight he’s a bigger man than Rickmen and soon he’ll get his shot! *DING* *DING* *DING* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” The crowd is in shock as Todd slides off IL and collapses on the mat, exhausted. Sexton Hardcastle raises his hand of the mat as Megan slides into the ring with the European championship and the crowd erupts into boos. Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen…your winner…TODD ROYAL!! Annie: Andrew Rickmen had Royal on the run all match, and it was a fluke roll up that won the match for the European champ. These two men WILL meet again however, so this is far from over! Judge: You have to wonder, though. If IL’s arm hadn’t been hurting, would he have been able to hold onto the Brink of Insanity? If he had hit that, he would have never needed the victory roll. As the crowd rains down the jeers, Royal and Skye duck under the ropes and begin to drag themselves down the aisle. In the ring, Andrew Rickmen gets to his feet. Surveying the crowd and looking at his title belt, the Insane one smiles as the camera pulls away. Judge: That’s all for Wrath! We’ve seen it all tonight! Join us next time however, for MORE SJL ACTION! Court Dismissed!!! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
