SJL Crimson, May 4th

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SJL Crimson

Venue: The Pyramid Arena in Memphis, Tennessee!

 

"THE SUPERIOR ONE" SPEAKS!

-Our new World Champion, Tom Flesher, gives us a few words on his recent victory!  Take it away, Tommy Boy.

 

SINGLES MATCH

Vanguard vs. Kojack

-Vanguard should by all rights have some stake in the Frost/T-Bone confrontation further down the guard, but he hasn't been writing lately.  Let's see if he's still here or if he's gone and pulled a Brody...

 

NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH

"Deathwish" Danny Williams © vs. Tod deKindes

-The European champion and his former ally, respectively, get ready to hook it up!  The tensions between these men have been huge of late, as the master took his former apprentice to task on Metal and cost him and TNT the tag match against XF9!  The title's not on the line--yet--but a whole lot of pride is.

 

"WINDOW PAIN" MATCH

Frost vs. T-Bone

-Frost's been brandishing glass like a fiend lately, so the Commissioner's decided to see if the big ice-man can walk the walk.  Both of these men look to be moving up the card a bit, and here's a big blow-off for two guys who've crossed each other's paths way too many times this past month.  Beneath the ring are several large sheets of pane glass in various shapes and sizes, most about the size of...your standard SJL table.  See where this is going?  Good.  DQs and count-outs are not in effect, and the winner is the first man to put his opponent through a pane of glass.  Now gentlemen, remember: unlike tables, glass doesn't stand so well by itself.  Be creative, have fun, and we may have a new signature JL specialty match on our hands.  Vanguard would be involved except that he's been MIA for awhile...will he have something to say about this?

 

RETURN MATCH WITH, OHHH, A LIIIITTLE BIT OF HISTORY

Jacob Helmsley vs. Sydney Sky

-The Riot Grrrl is back, the former XF9er, the former American Sweetheart, and she makes her return to the ring against a figure from the past, the notorious Jacob Helmsley.  These two have a fair amount of history, so what'll happen when these two veterans get in the ring?  Is Syd rusty?  Is Jake's pipe rusty?  Either way...it's all good.  (And Syd: no Daybreaking the announcers!  Heh heh...)

 

MAIN EVENT

ELIMINATION TAG MATCH

X-Force 9 (Ash Ketchum & Ced Ordonez) vs. Mafia & Flexxx

-The team of XF9 beat out the Tod-TNT connection on Metal, while Flexxx pulled out a DQ win and Mafia had the show off.  Can the new team of the Ragin' Porno Psycho and the Gangland Executioner take down XF9?  This is an elimination tag match, and DQs and countouts are in regular effect.  If a member of your team gets pinned/submits/is counted-out/TKO/whatever, you've got to go it alone against the other two.  The first team to eliminate both of their opponents wins.  Once one man is eliminated, the complete team must still tag in and out.  Hopefully that should be pretty clear.

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Fade in on the Pyramid Arena in Memphis, Tennessee. The fans are chanting the standard "AXIS! AXIS!" as they realize they're opening SJL Crimson on May 4, 2002! Fans are seen holding signs such as "I'd Rather Be In Sydney," "Masta of Flunk" and "T-Bone's a Glasshole." The SJL Crimson logo flashes on the screen as the camera swings down to the announce table. Edwin sits on the far end with a strawberry daiquiri and several stuffed pandas; Axis is in the middle seat this week, and Suicide King sits on the far end. The chant quiets down as Axis begins to talk.

 

Axis: Welcome to S... J... L... CRIMSON!!!!!! This Saturday night we come to you LIVE from the Pyramid Arena in Memphis, Tennessee!

 

King: I can feel the countouts and ref bumps starting already.

 

Axis: With me as always are "The King of Funk and Soul," Edwin MacPhisto, and the Suicide King, a man whose only goal in life is to someday live in Graceland. And of course, on the mic tonight we have the one, the only, Funyon!

 

Funyon enters the ring wearing a black pinstripe suit with a lime-green shirt and an orange tie that puts everyone to shame.

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, the first contest of the night...

 

All of a sudden, the arena goes dark. The fanfare of The Doors' "Tell All The People" begins to blare over the loudspeaker. As if on cue, the crowd explodes into a chorus of boos. Two lines of pyro spray out across the curtain to form an X. After a moment of the X blocking his path, it fades, and "the Superior One" Tom Flesher steps through the curtain and immediately strikes a "Messiah" pose. As he stands there, smiling beatifically, eyes cast upwards, arms bent with his palms up and his SJL World Championship belt shining like a diamond, Flesher looks like he's transcended the world of professional wrestling. The fans continue booing him mercilessly, finding a whole new level of hatred for this man.

 

Axis: Flesher's certainly looking... satisfied.

 

King: Listen to this reaction! They love him!

 

Edwin: He's so in love with that belt.

 

Axis: Flesher seems to really believe that the fans love him even more now that he has the SJL World Title. He walks around backstage and at the hotel, bragging about all the girls banging down his hotel room door, all the fans begging him for autographs. I've never seen a single fan even look at him without giving him the finger.

 

Flesher drops out of the pose and begins strutting slowly to the ring, waving at the fans and looking generally thrilled to be there. As he climbs up the steps into the ring, he slowly unfastens the belt from his waist and slings it over his shoulder. He enters the ring and moves to the center, signalling Funyon.

 

Funyon: In the ring is...

 

Funyon takes a moment to consult his notecards.

 

Funyon: The Legend in his Own Time...

 

[The fans boo loudly.]

 

the Winner of Every Popularity Contest...

 

[The booing increases.]

 

the One True Faith...

 

[With that ludicrous statement, the fans break into a "YOU SUCK DICK! YOU SUCK DICK!" chant.]

 

the Man Who Your Daughter Would Be Proud to Bring Home to Mom...

 

[Empty beer cups start to hit the ring.]

 

the One, the Only... The SJL WORLD CHAMPION...

 

[The boos begin to crescendo as the fans know what's coming......]

 

"The Superior One," this is Tom Flesher!

 

The fans are on their feet and screaming insults at Flesher. The "YOU SUCK DICK!" chant is so loud that it seems like everyone in the arena must be chanting through a megaphone. Flesher drops to his knees and holds the belt over his left arm, executing a double biceps pose, and plastic cups literally flood the ring. Flesher gets hit with a few, but is completely oblivious to them as he stares lovingly at the SJL World Championship belt. Finally, his music fades out and the lights come back up. He brushes aside enough cups to get to his feet, and then takes the microphone.

 

Flesher: Thank you for sharing your drinks with me!

 

[The booing continues.]

 

I'm so glad to see you all here tonight! It feels really good to know that you all feel so strongly. I'm just so thrilled that you took the time and spent the money to come out and see me... your hero... in his moment of glory! And... wow! Most of you even found the building! I didn't know what to expect down here in................... MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE!

 

[Flesher's attempt at a cheap face pop backfires just as anyone would expect it to... with a louder chant of "YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE! *clap clap clapclapclap*" He strolls around the wing waving equanimitously at the crowd as they drown him out. Finally, when they start to quiet down, he returns to the center.]

 

So they wanted me to talk about winning my SJL World Title. I don't know whether they wanted me to talk about how great it felt to stand on Z's neck for ten full seconds...

 

[boos.]

 

... or how great it felt to choke the life out of Danny Williams...

 

[louder heat]

 

... or what a rush it was to FINALLY win the belt that they practically had cast for me!

 

[Once again, the chant raises to levels far too loud to drown out, so Flesher waits for them to quiet down. In the meantime, he gently strokes the belt and polishes it with the tail of his Ego Buster t-shirt. Finally, they quiet down again.]

 

But I think what I'll do is talk about what some people are saying is a problem with my reign. They're saying my win is tainted... or that I didn't "really" win the World Title... MY World Title... because there's someone I didn't "beat."

 

[The crowd bursts into a chant of "Z! Z! Z!" This time, Flesher tries to drown them out.]

 

BUT HERE'S THE IMPORTANT PART. I think what you people don't understand is this. I think you don't understand that...

 

I'M THE SJL WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

And Z IS NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

He's not even the European Champion! He's just a lowly curtain-jerking jobber who somehow managed to stumble into the main event because Mafia didn't do his damn job!

 

[At the announce table.]

 

Axis: Well, I don't think that's quite fair. Flesher is the man that Z beat to win the European Championship in the first place.

 

King: There you go, babbling about the past again. What the hell is wrong with you? Flesher's got the SJL World Championship and that's all that matters now.

 

[back in the ring...]

 

Flesher: So as far as I'm concerned... Z doesn't get a shot at my belt, because he doesn't deserve it. And Ash Ketchum doesn't get a shot at my belt, because he can't manage to put together an outfit that matches without help from Misty. And, what the hell... Ced Ordonez doesn't get a shot at my belt because he's just that damn ugly! There's just no worthy competition here in the SJL! It's because I'm so damn good... I'm better than everyone here!

 

[The crowd continues to boo.]

 

In fact, I don't know why they only gave me a three-way shot at the SJL belt. First of all, that shouldn't have been a three-way match. It shouldn't have been two falls. What SHOULD have happened is this... They should have had Edwin MacPhisto and Funyon in the ring, and cut the lights, played my music and brought me down to the ring. Edwin could have said, "Panda panda panda Tom Flesher's good panda he rocks panda panda daiquiri I hate when he drinks my coffee panda panda http://www.hotpandaluv.org/ and no one's as good as he is." Then Funyon would have called me down to the ring, and they would have given me the SJL World Championship belt. Do you know why that's what they should have done? Do you?

 

[Pause.]

 

BECAUSE I'M THE ONLY ONE IN THIS LEAGUE WHO HAS ANY TALENT! And frankly, I'm getting sick of it. All of you are out of my league, and let me tell you something... if ANY of you try to take my baby away from me when you don't deserve it, I'm going to buy you a ticket to the head trauma express and send your sorry ass packing! Boilermaker, Spin Cycle, Burning Hammer... it doesn't matter! If you get in the ring with me... well... I can't make it any clearer. You're not leaving on your own power.

 

[The fans continue booing loudly, completely disgusted by Flesher's cockiness.]

 

It doesn't matter that I didn't beat Z... because I didn't need to. He couldn't wrestle his way out of a wet paper bag. So I'll see who Edwin wants to feed to me first... and I hope you'll all start writing your sympathy cards immediately. Please, I implore you. Write your letters of condolence to their widows first. I know you're all itching to send me fan mail... I know you are... but I need to tell you, I get so many autograph requests every week that I can't even begin to fill them. PLEASE, give me a week off. I know you'll all listen to me, too... because you guys LOVE me! And I appreciate it!

 

[One final "GO TO HELL! GO TO HELL!" chant rings out through the arena.]

 

... because I love you as much as you love me! Maybe more!

 

[The fans continue to boo as Flesher's music strikes up again. The lights go down and a spotlight shines down on Flesher. He strikes a quick pose holding the belt aloft, and then exits the ring. As he walks down the aisle toward the back room, he kisses the belt, and waves to the fans once more before disappearing behind the curtain.]

 

Edwin: I think I'm going to be sick. Let's go to commercial.

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Kojack and Vanguard are in the ring. Johnny Generic scoop slams and pins them. 1 2 3, Generic wins. Commercial.

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Axis: Welcome back to SJL Metal.  Coming up we have a non-title grudge match between Danny Williams and Tod DeKindess.  

 

Edwin: To say there is a lot of bad blood between these two, would be a huge understatement.

 

(Clips of the end of the TNT vs. Tod match. Where Williams runs in and smashes Tod with a chair.)

 

Axis: This whole thing started when TNT’s mentor(Danny Williams) became enraged, about TNT shaking hands with Tod after their first match.  Afterwards.....

 

King: I’ll take it from here Axis. During Tods and TNT’s rematch, TNT obviously ignored his wise mentors teachings and was having his ass handed to him.  Being the good friend he is, Williams rushed to ring side and heroically saved his student with a steel chair.

 

Edwin: That’s not how I remember it happening.  

 

King: I’am not finished Edwin!

 

(Clips of the end of Deathwish/Tod’ match)

 

King: Williams dominated Tod through the whole match.  I mean he destroyed him.  But just as he was about to pin Tod, the ref foolishly knocked himself out. With Tod laid out like the worthless sack of crap he is.  Williams politely asked his student at ringside for his chair.  So that he could have a seat and patiently wait for everyone to wake up and restart the match.  

 

Edwin: King! What the hell are you talking about?

 

King: Damn you Edwin! Let me finish recapping for the fans at home! Now where was I, Oh yes.  TNT for no other reason than that he is ungrateful bastard, decided to take the chair and clock Williams with it.  Costing him the match against that Nazi scumbag.

 

Axis: Now wait just a minute, Tod Dekindes is not an anyway shape or form associated with Neo-Nazism.

 

King: The hell he isn’t, just listen to how he talks.

 

Edwin: King, you bloody idiot.  Just cause he speaks german doesn’t make him a Nazi.

 

King: Yeah right, sure, whatever. Anyway let me finish my damn recap.

 

Edwin: No! Your recap is full of so many bloody inaccuracies that I’am beginning to wonder if you haven’t been sniffing glue with Danny Williams in the parking lot, before you came out here.

 

King: What! That is character assassination. Of course you being a common Englishman, would know nothing about the rights and protections guaranteed to U.S. citizens.  Y’all just that let King of yours, get all in your face and do whatever he wants.

 

Axis: King will you shut up, Funyon is ready with the introductions.

 

(The camera cuts to Funyon, standing the ring, with mic in hand.)

 

Funyon: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a nontitle bout.  Introducing first, weighing in at 238 lbs, he hails from Louisville, Kenutcky.  “DEATHWISH” DANNY WILLIAMSssssssssss!!!!!    

 

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

.

 

Funyon: And his opponent, weighing in at 227 lbs, he hails from Muenchen, Germany.  TOD DEKINDESsssssssssssss!!!!

 

“Shock” by Fear Factory starts and as soon as the lyrics go ("Welcome to my world..."), Tod slowly walks out towards the ring, not looking at anyone. He hops to the apron and to the second turnbuckle to let out a mighty roar to the fans. He hops into the ring, removes the trench and shades.  Deathwish charges him, but Kivell steps in the way.  Tod yells at Kivell to let him go, but he  maintains order and gets Deathwish to back off.

 

King: Crap! Looks like Kivell is gonna force them to wait for the opening bell.

 

Axis: Williams has put on a few pounds  in the past couple of weeks.  He is currently the heaviest he has ever been in his entire career.

 

King: Oh, I’m sure  the weight gain was intentional, its nothing to worry about.  Williams probably just wanted to add some more bulk so wouldn’t be as easy to toss around.

 

Edwin: It sure don’t look like bulk to me.  It looks more like fat.  Tod however, looks like he’s  in excellent shape tonight.  

 

King: Yeah, for a scrawny junior.  Williams is a heavyweight and that ten pound advantage will be the difference here tonight.  Besides this is a non-title match, translated as completely pointless.

 

Edwin: Its not completely pointless, there is a lot of pride at stake here.

 

King: The only thing Williams should take pride in is that European belt of his.  It may not be a World Title but it’s a start.  

 

 

DING! DING! DING!  Tod and Deathwish step into the center of the ring, and exchange cold stares.  Deathwish strikes first with a stinging knife edge chop.  “Woooo!”  Tod absorbs the blow, and dishes out a knife edge chop of his own.  “Woooo!”  Deathwish just shrugs it off, and fires back with an even harder knife edge chop, producing a loud smack.  “Woooo!”  This one backs up Tod, but he steps back up and urges Deathwish to hit him again.  

 

Edwin: Tod showing Williams, he will not be intimidated tonight.

 

King: What a dumbass.  Does he realize how hard Williams can chop.

 

Deathwish doesn’t disappoint, swinging yet another brutal chop. A grunting Tod tightens his chest, and takes the blow. “Wooooo!” Tod again urges Deathwish to hit him again.  Deathwish draws back, and fires one of the hardest chops in wrestling history. SMACK! Wooooo!  Tod drops to his knees holding his blood red chest, but he gets right back up.   The crowd applauds as Tod gives Deathwish a look like “Is that the best you can do?” Pissed that Tod is still standing, Deathwish jams a elbow into his jaw.  Tod staggers backwards holding his jaw, but springs back with an elbow of his own.  Deathwish is steaming, he lets out a roar as he jams Tod with a second elbow.  This one connects with Tod’s temple, dropping him to one knee.  Deathwish shows no mercy, and rams a knee into Tod’s face.  Tod drops lifelessly to the mat, forcing Kivell to step in.

 

Axis: Deathwish lays out Tod with a Shining Wizard!

 

Edwin: A what?

 

King: He said “A Bleeding Lizard”

 

Edwin: Oh, O.K. For a second I thought he said “Frying Blizzard”

 

Deathwish steps back to a corner and the camera picks him up mumbling “What a pussy.”  Kivell checks out Tod’s eyes to see if their glazed over.  Kivell asks him “Do you want to continue?”.  Tod responds by hopping up to his feet and nodding, which draws an applause from the crowd.  As soon as Kivell steps back and gives the “O.K.”, Deathwish marches right at Tod, and nails him with another hard elbow to the jaw.   Tod’s head sickly snaps sideways, but with slippery speed he is able to fire a counter elbow.  The elbow smashes right into Deathwish’s nose.   Deathwish staggers backwards into the corner, holding his nose and blinking rapidly.  

 

Edwin: Speaking as a big nose Englishmen.  I must admit nose punches are a bitch.  Your eyes water up, you can’t see, blood runs down your throat. They can really mess you up.

 

King: Noses punches aren’t a bitch.  Your mom is.

 

Edwin: My mom is a bitch.

 

King: Oh.......O.K then.

 

Not wasting anytime, Tod charges and crushes  Deathwish’s ribs with a Spear in the corner.  Deathwish falls to his knees, holding his stomach and coughing.  Tod locks on a double underhook, and tosses Deathwish to the center of the ring with a Butterfly Suplex.  Tod lets out a triumphant scream, to the approval of the crowd.  With his eyes watering and ribs aching, Deathwish gets up on his hands and knees.  Tod charges and blasts his ribs with a couple hard soccar kicks. Deathwish falls over on his back, struggling to breathe.  Tod falls on him and hooks the leg.

 

One.....

 

Deathwish kicks out with authority.  Tod quickly locks on a front headlock and pulls him to his feet. Tod has no problem tossing Deathwish’s arm over his shoulder and hoisting him up in the air for a Suplex.  Tod quickly falls forward, dropping Deathwish on his ribs, with the Front Suplex.  Deathwish lets out a rare scream, as he rolls around on the ground holding his stomach.  

 

Axis: It seems Tod has developed an excellent strategy, in working over Deathwish’s body.

 

Edwin: Kill the body and the head will die.

 

Tod just watches, as a battered Deathwish uses the ropes to pull himself up.  Tod confidently approaches him, and scoops him on his shoulders with a fireman’s carry.   Tod walks to the center of the ring, and with one fluid motion presses Deathwish over his head, and drops him on his knee with the Gutbuster.  Deathwish curls up on the mat holding his stomach, as the crowd applauds the brutal move. Tod briefly sucks up the claps, before covering for the pin.

 

One.....

Two.....

 

Deathwish kicks out and rolls out of the ring, before Tod can get a hold of him.  Deathwish kneels on the floor in great pain, as Tod positions himself on the other side of the ring. The crowd goes nuts, as Tod bounces off the ropes and runs across the ring.  Deathwish stands up and turns around, only to be hammered with a Somersault Planche.  Both men are down, as Kivell counts “One....Two.....Three......Four......Five........Six.........Seven.......Eight”.

 Tod gets his feet, and rolls Deathwish back into the ring.  Tod climbs on the apron and waits for Deathwish to stand up.  Deathwish stumbles to his feet, but doesn’t realize Tod is behind him on the apron. Tod springboards on to the top rope, and launches himself at Deathwish.  Tod drills the unaware Deathwish with a dropkick to the back of the head.  Deathwish falls hard face first to the mat.  Tod rolls him over and  hooks both his legs for the pin.

 

One.....

Two......

 

Deathwish raises his shoulder up.  Tod quickly locks on a front headlock, to prevent Deathwish from escaping again.  From the front headlock, Tod pulls Deathwish to his feet.  Before Deathwish can walk them into the ropes, Tod snapmares him to the seated position, and drills him in the back of the head, with a fluid dropkick.   Deathwish’s head wobbles around a bit, before he collapses on his back. Tod doesn’t pin, but instead stands up and lands a double stomp on Deathwish’s gut.  

 

Axis: Tod looked like he was gonna switch plans and start to work on William’s neck.  But he went right back the body in no time.

 

King: Sure, Tod is looking good  now.  But all it takes is one mistake, and Williams is back in this thing.

 

Deathwish looks pitiful as he curls up in a ball on the mat, holding his gut.  Tod doesn’t have any pity for him, and eagerly awaits for him to try to get up.  After rolling around in pain, Deathwish crawls to his hands and knees.  Tod casually kicks him hard in the gut.  Deathwish rolls on his back, but than rolls right back on his hands and knees, trying to get up.  Tod follows him kicks him hard in the gut again.  Deathwish again rolls back on his hands and knees.  Tod again follows and kicks him in the gut. Once again, Deathwish tries to get up, but Tod kicks him in the gut.  This time Tod loses it, and just starts stomping away at Deathwish’s gut. The blood thirsty crowd loves it, but Kivell steps in, and forces Tod to quit.

 

Edwin: This match has been over officiated.  It was just getting good with Tod  going mediaeval on Deathwish’s ass.

 

King: Over officiated?  Are you crazy, this the first time Kivel did his job tonight.  This is a wrestling match not a street fight.

 

Tod gives Kivell a hard shove, and starts arguing with him. A “Kivell is an asshole” chant briefly breaks out.   Meanwhile, Deathwish uses the ropes to pull himself up.   Tod doesn’t get anywhere with Kivell and turns around.  Deathwish bounces off the ropes and  floors Tod, with a running elbow to the jaw.  Deathwish holds his stomach, obviously straining it while running. Despite the pain,  Deathwish still positions himself by the ropes for another run, while waiting for Tod to stand up.  Tod slowly gets up, holding his jaw.  Deathwish bounces off the ropes and charges with another running elbow. Tod ducks and drives a knee into Deathwish’s gut.  The impact causes Deathwish to do a 180 spin, before landing on the mat.  

 

Axis: Williams just cannot get going here tonight.  Everytime he tries to gain some momentum, Tod just goes right back to work on the body.

 

King: Oh come on Williams.  Get up and kick that Nazi’s ass.

 

Tod wipes some sweat off his forehead, before pulling Deathwish up and locking him up for a Suplex.  Tod hoists him in the air, but Deathwish escapes and lands behind him. Before Tod knows what’s happening Deathwish slams him with a release German Suplex.  Tod lands on his neck and shoulders, and rolls over on his knees.  With a blank expression on his face, Tod blindly feels for the mat.

 

Axis: Out of nowhere Williams hits a German Suplex.  

 

Edwin: This does not look good for Tod.  I don’t think he know’s where he is.

 

King: Yes! Yes!. I told you guys, one mistake and it’s all over.  Drop that Nazi on his head again, Williams!

 

As Deathwish slowly approaches him, Tod tries to stand up but his knees give out and he falls on his BUTT.  Deathwish locks his arms around Tod’s waist and pulls him to his feet. As Deathwish sets him for another German Suplex, a dazed Tod tries to fight out of  it with  back elbows. But the elbows are slow and weak, and have nothing on them.  Deathwish snaps back with a perfect German Suplex, and holds the bridge for the pin.

 

One....

 

Deathwish releases the bridge, holding his still injured ribs and stomach.   Deathwish takes a few breaths, steps out on the apron, and climbs to the top rope.  Tod slowly gets up, holding his neck, and wincing in pain.  Tod doesn’t see Deathwish perched on the top turnbuckle behind him.  Cameras flash as Deathwish springs off the top rope, and drives a Missile Dropkick into Tod’s neck.  Tod stumbles forward and flips over the top rope down to the floor.  Sucking air and holding his ribs, Deathwish walks to the other side of the ring and patiently waits for Tod to get up.  As soon as Deathwish sees Tod’s head rise above the apron, he bounces off the ropes and darts across the ring.  Deathwish dives over the second rope and drives an elbow into Tod’s jaw.  Both men are down, as Kivell starts to count “One.....Two.....Three......Four........Five....”

 

Axis: The weight gain hasn’t seemed to slow down Williams a bit.  He’s soaring high just like in his old junior days.

 

Edwin: He was soaring “high” alright, back in the day.  

 

Deathwish gets up, and pulls Tod up by wet, sweaty hair.  Deathwish lifts him upside down, with a tilt a whirl.  The crowd “boos” as Deathwish stalls, holding Tod in position for the Belly to Belly Piledriver.  Suddenly Tod escapes the waistlock and slides behind Deathwish.  The crowd gets on their feet as Tod locks on an Abdominal Stretch.  Tod drives some elbows in Deathwish’s wounded ribs, before lifting him on his shoulders for the Cerebral Driver.  But Deathwish escapes and slides behind Tod, and traps him in a Cross Face Chickenwing.  Kivell counts “Fifteen.......Sixteen.......Seventeen................Eighteen.”  Tod desperately tries to make it to the apron, but Deathwish locks on a body scissors, and pulls him to the ground.  Kivell continues “Nineteen............................Twenty!”   Kivell calls for the bell.  DING! DING! DING!  

 

Edwin: All dammit a no contest.  This pisses me off.

 

Axis: Williams didn’t come here to win a match, he came here to injure Tod and take him out for good.

 

King: Which is why Danny Williams is my new hero.

 

After the bell Deathwish keeps the Chickenwing applied, and starts yelling taunts in Tod’s ear.  Kivell comes out of the ring, and commands Deathwish to release the hold.  Deathwish casually shakes his head “No” at Kivell.  

 

Axis: Oh come on.  Point proven Williams enough is enough.

 

Edwin: Somebody get security out here, he’s gonna break his arm.

 

King: BREAK HIS ARM! BREAK HIS ARM!

 

Tod screams in pain as Deathwish bends his arm behind his back.  Kivell kneels down and starts trying to pry Deathwish’s massive arms of Tod, but this goes no where.  The fans “boo” and a “Danny is an asshole” chant breaks out. Kivell threatens to call “Security” and Deathwish releases the hold. Deathwish bumps shoulders with Kivell, as heads for the belt keeper.  

 

Axis: Finally Williams releases the hold.  But the damage has been done.

 

Edwin: Damn Williams! Damn his eternal soul to Hell!

 

Tod remains on the ground, holding his right arm in extreme pain.  After retrieving his European Title, Deathwish wraps it around his waist and  grabs a microphone.  Deathwish marches back to the wounded Tod.  Kivell tries to stop him, but Deathwish just shoves him out of the way.  Tod tries to get up, but Deathwish stands over him, placing his boot on his injured arm.  Deathwish bends down and speaks face to face to Tod.

 

Deathwish: You want this belt don’t you?  What makes you think you deserve a shot at my belt?  Your not in my league, your not at my level. Tonight you have proven nothing.  You know what? I don’t give a damn.  You think I’m scared of losing this title to a lazy no talent like you. I’ll fight you in a title match.  Title, Non-Title what’s the difference, the end result is the same. You.......

 

Tod raises up and cracks Deathwish right in the face with a left hook.  The crowd applauds as Deathwish collapses on the mat. Tod mounts him, and starts swinging left hooks.   Deathwish covers up and starts bursting into hysterical laughter.  Before anymore damage is done, Security comes down and pulls them apart.  

 

Axis: Somehow I think this thing is far from over.  

 

King: What ever gave you that idea.

 

Edwin: Fans, were gonna have to take a short commercial break.  Hopefully will have things under control when we come back.

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*~* Returning from commercials, the crowd in the Pyramid Arena in Memphis, Tennessee explodes into cheers, as the theme music for SJL Crimson is heard in the background. *~*

 

Axis:  “Welcome back to SJL Crimson…  in the next match of the night, we have…”

 

*~* Cutting Axis off, “Meaning of Life” by Disturbed blasts over the PA, as the entire arena switches from cheers to boos.  Slowly, from the back of the arena, Jacob Helmsley walks out onto the stage, with the mysterious man behind him with a large smile on his face.  Jacob and the mystery walk down to ringside, as Funyon questionably introduces them. *~*

 

Funyon:  “Please welcome to the ring… Jacob Helmsley and… um… Some Dude!”

 

Edwin:  “Some dude… heh…”

 

King:  “Jacob’s coming down!  What a momentous occasion!”

 

Axis:  “He might even reveal who this mystery man is…”

 

*~* Jacob and the mystery man climb into the ring, and grab the mic, as their music cuts off, leaving only the deafining roar of boos in the arena, as the mystery man grabs a mic. *~*

 

Dude:  “You probably are wondering right now… just who is that man in the ring with Jacob?  Just who would be dumb enough to be in the same ring voluntarily with such a volitle man like him… Well… Let me introduce myself… my name is Fredrick…”

 

Axis:  “Yeah?  Fred who?”

 

King:  “Shut up and let the man speak Axis!”

 

Man:  *~* after the longest time of suspense… *~* “Hallbrook.”

 

Edwin and Axis in unison:  “WHAT?!”

 

King:  “Boy… you two really are deaf…”

 

Fred:  “Yes… that is right.  Fred Hallbrook.  Brother to the ever so famous… and ever so naive, Richard Hallbrook… Also know as GoldenEye.”

 

*~* In unison, the crowds explode with chants of “GoldenEye” as Fred and Jacob look on in anger. *~*

 

Fred:  “I just wanted to come out here and let you all know… Hallbrooks aren’t always swayed by the pack of morons like yourselves… I’d really like to chat, but Jacob and I have to get ready for our match.”

 

*~* “Meaning of Life” by Disturbed blasts out over the PA, as Fred Hallbrook and Jacob Helmsley exit the ring and walk up the ramp to the back of the arena. *~*

 

Axis:  “Good god… what the hell is a Hallbrook doing with Jacob after what he did to GoldenEye…”

 

King:  “You two dimensional fool…”

 

Edwin:  “Well… we will have to find that out at a later time… because we’ve got to take a commercial break…don’t go away!”

 

*~* The camera fades out to a commercial *~*

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The camera fades in on Crimson’s return scanning the crowd.  The usually raucous fans with their signs waving in the air have a strange sense of calm about them.  Everyone is standing and silent, yet with a tense energy permeating the throng.  The camera spins around to focus on the commentator’s table, where the overall feeling of the arena has not gone unfelt.

 

Axis: “Make sure the children are in bed and the phone is off the hook, because you will not want any distractions for this highly anticipated encounter.”

 

Edwin: “I must say my genius has reached Einstein level proportions this time…

 

King: (interrupting) “At least you’re humble about it.”

 

Edwin: “as tonight we’re going to see the first ever Window Pain match.  That’s P-A-I-N, not P-A-N-E, get it?  (Edwin holds his hands up and looks back and forth between King and Axis) Get it?”

 

King: “You’re going to get it, and so is T-Bone as he doesn’t have a sliver, a glass sliver, of a chance against Frost.”

 

(Footage is shown of Wednesday’s Metal of the end of the match between Frost and Vanguard.)

 

Axis: “On our last Metal, Frost defeated Vanguard with his feet on the ropes and then threatened to force feed him a bag of glass he has been carrying for the past few weeks.  Only the intervention of T-Bone saved the mysterious grappler from a life scarring fate.”

 

Edwin: “I figured if Frost was so keen on glass, why just carry around a little bag of wimpy broken pieces when you can go the full monty.”

 

Axis: “The ‘full monty’ and ‘Frost’ are not two words I want to hear in the same sentence.”

 

Funyon: (standing in the ring with mic in hand) “Ladies and gentlemen, what follows is the first ever SJL Widow Pain match.  The winner is the first person to shatter, smash, or in some manner destroy a pane of glass with their opponent’s body, from the stash of panes underneath this very ring.”

 

The crowd finally erupts with a deafening roar that threatens to literally rip the roof off of the triangular auditorium.

 

Funyon: “Our first competitor, hailing from Sonoma, California and weighing in at 275 lbs. and who this evening should be referred to as the CRAZY Steak Sauce Covered Bastard, Tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt-Boooooooooooooooooooone!”

 

“Hell’s Bell’s” by AC/DC tolls from the speakers as T-Bone’s T.V. title win over Kojack is played on the SJL-tron.  The crowd pops madly as T-Bone appears at the entranceway, but his normal cocky strut and tendency to bask in the crowd noise has been replaced with a purposeful walk and eyes fixed on the ground.

 

Axis: “As T-Bone’s promo from earlier this week illustrated, he is taking this contest more seriously than anything he ever has in his entire wrestling career.  A focused T-Bone should be a very dangerous one.”

 

King: “His personality is based on his fetish for drinking A-1 out of the bottle, and I’m supposed to take this guy as a serious hard ass?”

 

Edwin: “If Tom Cruise is a serious action star, I don’t have any problem with T-Bone.”

 

T-Bone has forgone his leather jacket and is simply in his wrestling singlet and boots.  He strides over to the left side of the ring from the aisle and lift up the apron flap.  T-Bone digs out a small square of glass, about two feet wide.  He frowns at it and smashes it against the ring post.  It explodes, as does the crowd.  T-Bone reaches underneath once again and pulls out a slightly larger square around four feet wide.  He looks at it for a second, turns it diagonally and smashes that against the ring post as well.  

 

Axis: “T-Bone is having some trouble finding a window pane up to his standards.”

 

King: “Edwin got all of this glass from a Chuckie Cheese that was going out of business.”

 

Edwin: “How dare you insinuate that I am so cheap?  That deal fell through anyway.”

 

Finally, T-Bone pulls out a six by four-foot piece that seems to meet his approval.  He slides it into the ring under the bottom rope and then follows after it.

 

Funyon: “And his opponent from Reykjavik, Iceland at a weight of 296 lbs., the Iceman from Iceland; Frrrrrrrrroooooooost!”

 

A wailing guitar signals the beginning of “Cities on Flame with Rock ‘n Roll” by Blue Oyster Cult and Frost’s entrance.  The big man appears at the top of the entrance ramp with a sawhorse over each of his massive shoulders.  His arms are bent up at the elbows to put a hand on the wooden stands to steady them.

 

Axis: “While the psychology of this match…”

 

King: (interrupting) “These guys need a psychologist”

 

Axis: “is similar to that of a tables match, the glass is going to be very hard to get to stand up without built in legs.”

 

Edwin: “I actually found some great glass coffee tables at the Goodwill today I was going to buy, but I wasn’t old enough to get the senior discount.”

 

T-Bone takes his pane of glass and jams it into the upper right ring corner facing the main camera.  He presses a shoulder into it to cinch it tight and then turns to look at Frost on the floor.  Frost stands in front of the ring on the side to the right of the entranceway without any emotion showing on his face.  Without saying a word, T-Bone simply lifts his hand and flexes his fingers inward to signify ‘bring it.’  Frost shakes his shoulders and the sawhorses crash to the floor for later use.  He pulls himself up to the ring apron and climbs in through the second rope.

 

King: “See, T-Bone doesn’t have the chops for this kind of match.  Someone smart, like me, would have attacked Frost coming through the ropes.”

 

Axis: “Unlike you King, I believe that these men have a genuine respect for each other and want to conduct themselves like proud soldiers on the field of battle.”

 

Edwin: “You have got to stop watching the History Channel.”

 

DING DING DING

 

The bell sounds and the two grapplers quickly circle each other in the ring.  They both launch forward like attacking tigers and lock up.

 

Axis: “An old fashioned lock up to start this new hardcore concept.”

 

The two men jockey for position back and forth, only giving up scant inches of ground at a time before winning it back.  Both men’s arms and legs bulge with strain and strength.  Frost finally gets the drop on T-Bone with his superior power and backs him up to the bottom left corner of the ring.  Frost teases a clean break, but with no referee or disqualification to worry about, he quickly rockets a knee into T-Bone’s midsection.

 

King: “Hey, before we get really truckin’ here.  Why isn’t Vanguard in this match?”

 

Edwin: “He had a contractual obligation to fight Kojack earlier in the night and it seemed unfair to have him pull double duty like this.”

 

Frost grips T-Bone by his left wrist and looks to whip him across the ring into the pane of glass propped up in the opposite corner.  T-Bone’s body is extended out on the whip and he reverses, Frost reverses, T-Bone reverses again and right in front of the glass Frost reverses once more and clips the sequence off with a short arm clothesline to knock T-Bone to the mat.

 

Axis: “Breath taking early sequence that could have saw a winner.”

 

King: “I just think Vanguard is scared.  As Frost said, he’s just a little boy playing with army men, Frost is a true ring general.  Vanguard did not have the testicular fortitude for this match, as it were, and cried his way out of it.”

 

Edwin: “How do you know I’m not saving Vanguard to fight Frost in an even more fiendish match on Metal?”  (Edwin grins wickedly and taps his fingers together like Mr. Burns from the Simpsons.)

 

Frost pulls T-Bone up by his hair and starts driving him back across the ring with a series of European uppercuts.  Frost grabs T-Bone by the wrist and puts a hand on his back to crisply whip him into the far ropes.  T-Bone bounces off and Frost plants himself firm for a sidewalk slam.  T-Bone baseball slides right under the raised arms of Frost and springs to his feet now behind the Icelander.  T-Bone wraps his arms under the chin and armpit of Frost and attempts a T-Bone suplex.  Frost hooks his left leg around T-Bone’s before he can lift him up and the two men stumble back into the ropes off balance.  Frost swings around, still wobbly, with his right arm outstretched and fist clenched.  He manages to connect with T-Bone’s jaw on the spinning back fist and the Steak Sauce Covered Bastard teeters to his left and spills out of the ring through the second rope.

 

King: “There’s too much damn wrestling in this match, get to smashing each other.”

 

Axis: “Weren’t you the one holding up real wrestling and grappling last week in Frost’s match?”

 

King: “Sit on it, Poindexter.”

 

Frost follows to the apron and drops to the floor in front of T-Bone as he tries to stand up with one hand on the apron and his head down.  Frost grabs him by the back of his head and jams T-Bone’s face hard into his extended knee with a crunch for a face breaker.  T-Bone ricochets off of Frost’s knee and scampers off around the ring corner holding his face.

 

Axis: “T-Bone needs time to regroup, but I doubt if Frost is going to give that to him.”

 

Edwin: “Rejoice Vampire King, I think the blood starts here.”

 

Frost slowly pursues T-Bone, his feet crunching over the glass T-Bone shattered at the start of the match lying around the one ring post.  Frost looks down and picks up an approximately seven inch long jagged shard with a curved down sharp point like a fancy warrior’s knife.  He grips the back end of it tight in his hand, careful not to cut himself with it.

 

Edwin: “It’s Scorpion Frost.”

 

King: “What the hell does that mean?”

 

Edwin: (facing turning blank and puzzled) “I really have no idea.”

 

Frost charges T-Bone from behind with the makeshift glass dagger poised to strike and the women in the crowd let loose with blood curdling screams.  T-Bone hears this and spins around to see Frost running straight at him.  T-Bone dodges to his right and grabs Frost by his wrist to stop the glass shard from coming down and shocks him with a knee to the stomach.  Frost bends forward and T-Bone puts his free hand on Frost’s shoulder to drive his lower back into the ring apron.  Frost drops his knife, but it doesn’t break.  

 

Axis: “Forget wrestling, T-Bone just demonstrated some military combat skill to get out of that one.”

 

Edwin: “You are on such a military analogy kick tonight.  I don’t think you’re watching the History Channel, but rather NFL films.”

 

T-Bone reigns down a half-dozen knife edge chops into Frost’s chest as the fans “whoo!” along.  Frost grabs his reddening chest as T-Bone puts one hand on the back of the wrestler’s head and the other on his tights to toss him into the ring guardrail.  Frost slumps to the floor and T-Bone lifts up the ring skirt to pull out another sheet of glass.  This one is in the shape and size of a stop sign.

 

Edwin: “If you pay close observance, you will see ‘STOP’ is actually etched into the glass.”

 

King: (impressed) “Nice touch.”

 

Edwin: “I found this really keen-o glass shop off of Beale Street today.”

 

T-Bone flings the glass stop sign under the bottom rope of the ring like a Frisbee and it skims to rest on the far side.  While T-Bone’s back is turned, the recovering Frost picks up the glass knife once again and hides it close to his body.  T-Bone takes Frost by his head and the seat of his trunks and rolls him back into the ring.  T-Bone follows by climbing to the apron and re-entering through the second rope.

 

Axis: “I don’t think T-Bone is aware that Frost has reclaimed his jagged shard.”

 

Edwin: “I was actually thinking of getting a glass bat for tonight from that shop, but all the ones they had were about 12 inches long and oddly shaped.”

 

King: “Those weren’t bats, they were…” (King leans forward and whispers in Edwin’s ear.)

 

Edwin: (shocked) “They can do that to glass!”

 

King: “They don’t call it ‘blowing glass’ for nothing.”

 

T-Bone leaves Frost lying face down on the canvas as he goes over to retrieve his octagonal pane.  Frost pops up still full of vitality with his dagger poised anew up over his head.  T-Bone turns to confront Frost as he brings the knife down at his face.  T-Bone puts both of his hands up and catches Frost around the wrists.  Frost’s head and shoulders shake in rage and effort as he tries to force the dagger down on its path.  The A-1 one buckles to his knees and struggles to keep the knife away.

 

Edwin: “God, this is like watching Delta Force 3 in Vista-Vision.”

 

He falls back on the canvas with his legs trapped under him.  Frost follows him down still trying to drive the dagger right between his eyes.  With his legs bent, T-Bone actually has a bit of a leverage advantage and slings Frost over to his right.  The rotation causes both their hands to slip and the knife rips across T-Bone’s right bicep to produce a deep bloody gash.  He lets loose a primal howl of pain as Frost rolls off of him.

 

Axis: “We finally get our first sight of blood in this encounter and it certainly won’t be the last.”

 

(Axis presses a button on the side of his main monitor and the ‘TV-14’ rating in the top left hand corner of all television screens rotates over to a ‘TV-M’)

 

T-Bone leaps to his feet in a rush of adrenaline and grips his cut arm, blood soaking his hand in an ever increasing puddle.  Frost pulls himself up by the ropes and eyes his injured prey.

 

Axis: “It is hard to tell at this time, but that gash looks to extend from right below the shoulder to right above the elbow on the front of T-Bone’s arm and is bleeding profusely.”

 

King: “That’s a flesh wound compared to what I used to receive as SWF champion.”

 

Edwin: “That is a flesh wound.”

 

King: (flustered) “Stifle yourself, Meathead.”

 

Frost drops his now bloody knife to the canvas and grabs T-Bone by his right wrist.  He rings down on it with violent force and T-Bone drop to his knees holding his arm and screaming.

 

Axis: “If T-Bone passes out from the pain, this is all but over.”

 

King: “From that paper cut?”

 

Edwin: “That sounds better.”

 

King: “Thanks.”

 

Frost turns his psychotic gaze to the windowpane still propped in the upper right corner and jerks T-Bone back to his feet.  T-Bone winces as Frost whips him toward the glance.  However, the in ring action has knocked it loose and it slips down and falls to the mat just as T-Bone reaches it.  He skips over it and runs chest first into the top turnbuckle.  Frost charges with a clothesline, but T-Bone sidesteps to his left and Frost rams the corner chest first as well.  T-Bone takes the big man around his neck on the bounce out and neck breakers him down.  T-Bone grabs his arm and screams from the force he just put on it as Frost is temporarily out of it.

 

Axis: “T-Bone is a wrestler who likes to incorporate a lot of big time power moves that works the neck and back, but one has to wonder how well he can do with that strategy as his right arm is practically useless to him now.”

 

King: “Both of these guys are too worried with punishing each other and not enough on winning this match.  If T-Bone wants to win, just smash Frost now while he’s out of it.”

 

T-Bone climbs to his feet and runs a small circle around the ring to clear his head.  His right arm down to the wrist is a bright crimson red, as his left hand he has been holding the wound with in compliment.  The gash appears to be clotting, as the center of the wide jagged, ravine has turned almost black.  T-Bone gives a big wave with his good arm, motioning someone to come out from the back.

 

Axis: “T-Bone seems to be implementing some sort of back up plan here.  Yes, here someone comes…IT’S TAYLOR THOMPSON AND TOD DEKINDES.”

 

The crowd pops huge as the up and coming mid-carders trot down to the ring on T-Bone’s behest.  They are carrying a fat six by ten foot pane of glass between them like moving men.  The pair plant themselves at the bottom of the aisle way in front of the ring and turn the glass facing up.  T-Bone flashes them an ‘ok’ sign and tells them to hold it there.

 

Axis: “It seems that T-Bone has important, unforeseen advantage over Frost here.”  

 

King: “What?”

 

Edwin: “Friends.”

 

Frost stirs and rolls over to his knees.  T-Bone grabs him by his head, being careful of his bad arm.  He ushers the groggy Iceman over to the ropes near T&T and leans him up against them.  T-Bone locks in a full nelson and Frost wakes up from the torquing pain.

 

Axis: “MY GOD, T-BONE IS GOING TO GIVE FROST THE MARINADER OVER THE ROPES AND INTO THE GLASS.”

 

King: “THAT IS BRUTAL, VIOLENT AND DISGUSTING…I didn’t think he had it in him.”

 

T-Bone tries to pick Frost up and flip him over, but the pain shoots through his injured arm and he can’t muster the power to get him up.  Frost takes the opportunity to go behind T-Bone to break the hold and readjusts into a camel clutch.  He drags T-Bone back a few steps from the ropes and grapevines the leg in sweeping his opponent down face first.

 

Axis: “Frost with the Icelandic legsweep and the tide turns once again.”

 

Frost stands up and takes a second to get his breath as he decides what to do now.  T-Bone fidgets on the mat and grabs his right arm.  Thompson yells up at Frost.

 

TNT: “Hey, man, give him the Early Winter over here.  We don’t care, we’ll hold the glass for you.”

 

DeKindes: “T-Bone’s only paying us five bucks to do this.”

 

Frost grunts a reply and pulls T-Bone to his feet by the sides of his head.  He climbs over the top rope to the ring apron and drags T-Bone over as well.  Frost maneuvers around on the narrow walkway to place T-Bone in front of him and between his knees.  Frost hooks him underneath the elbows and the fans boos sound like ocean waves rolling through the arena.

 

Axis: “It would not surprise me if T-Bone has blacked out from pain and blood loss, and now his friends turn on him.”

 

King: “How naïve are you?”

 

Frost flips T-Bone up and against his chest and jumps off of the ring apron to sail into the waiting glass below.  Just as Frost’s feet leave the apron, deKindes and TNT pull the glass back and Frost merely drives T-Bone into the outside floor mats.  In one swift motion, the pair of faces sweep the glass up and over to come crashing down on Frost’s head.  It shatters into a million pieces and bits go flying everywhere to litter the floor.  The audience screams wildly and starts chanting ‘T&T, T&T.’

 

Edwin: (looking at King) “How naïve are you?”

 

Axis: “An exhausted and battered Frost is not a clear thinking one as the team of T&T easily sucker him.”

 

The pair run around the ring to the commentator’s table.

 

King: “Nice going guys, you got your buddy powerbombed on the floor.”

 

TNT: “Small price to pay, T-Bone won the match, right?”

 

Edwin: (sheepishly) “Well…actually…T-Bone has to hit Frost himself with a pane of glass, so all you did was soften him up a little.”

 

TNT: (pounding a fist into the table) “Damn. (he turns around to deKindes and points two index fingers at him) Oh well, I guess our work is done.  WHO WANTS SOME NACHO?”

 

DeKindes: “I do!”

 

TNT: (pointing two thumbs to himself) “WHO ELSE WANTS SOME NACHO?”

 

DeKindes: “You do!”

 

Edwin: (leaning across the table and pointing two thumbs at himself) “WHO ELSE WANTS SOME NACHOS?”

 

TNT: “Uh…we’ll send you down some.”

 

With that T&T hop over the near guardrail and file through the maddening crowd as security keeps the wild fans back and a spotlight guides them out to the nearest entrance way and an awaiting nacho cart.

 

The camera cuts back to T-Bone and Frost still lying unconscious on the floor.  Frost is lying face up and his entire face and chest are a bright, deep red without a trace of clear skin showing.  His snow white hair is stained almost black and is brittle from the matted blood oozing out of the top of is head.  T-Bone has a few niches and cuts on him from the shattered glass as well.  

 

Axis: “Frost is out cold from the attack by T&T, with T-Bone stirring can he take advantage of it to end this match in his favor.”

 

Edwin: “Tune in next week, same Crimson time, same Crimson channel.”

 

King: (slapping him in the back of the head) “We’re not going anywhere.”

 

T-Bone pulls himself to his feet by the ring apron and the crowd roars.  He grips his arm and looks down at the bloodied Frost.  His mouth turns up at the corners with an evil grin and the crowd pops mad.  T-Bone takes Frost by his wrists and drags him out away from the ring and lays him straight.  T-Bone then staggers around to retrieve the octagonal shaped pane of glass from the other side of the ring, having to step over one of the sawhorses to get it.  T-Bone gingerly climb up on the canvas and ascends to the outside of the near corner.

 

Axis: “T-BONE CAN’T BE CONSIDERING WHAT I THINK HE IS! HE CAN’T BE!

 

Edwin: “YES, HE IS! A FROGSPLASH WITH THE GLASS FROM ON HIGH!”

 

T-Bone turns toward Frost, measures him for a second and hoists the glass sign high over his head.  The crowd is tense with anticipation as T-Bone leaps off the top rope to the outside.  He tucks in and folds out with the glass aimed for Frost’s face.  At the last second, the Icelander puts his knees up and T-Bone takes them hard to the stomach.  The sign misses its mark and the steak sauce king flips over to his back and grabs his stomach trying to breath.  The audience ‘ooos’ with disbelief.

 

Axis: “HE MISSED! FROST BARELY PUT HIS KNEES UP AND HE MISSED!”

 

King: “If both guys are dead, is the match over?”

 

Edwin: “HELL NO! I’ll have Cutthroat tap dance to fill time while we bring out the defibulators.”

 

Frost sits up with a dead look on his face and slowly pulls himself up by the ring apron, while T-Bone lies on the floor coughing and hacking up blood.

 

Axis: “On top of everything else, it looks like T-Bone might have ruptured something internally on that ill advised frogsplash.”

 

King: “His pride.”

 

Frost stumbles over to grab his sawhorses and he sets them up roughly six feet apart on the floor.  He shoves his arms under the ring for a pane of glass and his mouth beams in a twisted, bloody smile as he finds something else.

 

Axis: “Frost seems to have his hands on something special underneath the ring.”

 

Edwin: “Well, there’s nothing else under there, but more glass and…oh f*ck.”

 

Axis: “Edwin, you can’t say that on the air.”

 

Frost pulls a six foot, silver stepladder out from under the ring and slides it into the ring under the bottom rope.

 

Axis: “Oh, f*ck.”

 

T-Bone suddenly appears in frame, leaning heavily against the side of the ring, blood thick on his lips and still holding his damaged right arm.  Frost doesn’t notice him as he reaches under the ring for a pane of glass and pulls another six by four sheet out.  T-Bone does his best to hoist up one of the sawhorses and rams it into Frost’s unsuspecting ribs.  The glass in his hands tumbles to the floor, but doesn’t shatter.  T-Bone jams him in the side with the sawhorse again and Frost falls with a spin to sit up against the ringside.  T-Bone flips the sawhorse upside down and brings it crashing down twice into the top of Frost’s already busted wide head.

 

Axis: “IT’S A MIRACLE! T-BONE IS FIGHTING BACK AND FIGHTING HARD WITH THAT SAWHORSE!”

 

King: “THIS IS THE MOST BRUTAL MATCH I HAVE EVER SEEN AND I’M THE F*CKING SUICIDE KING! (Axis and Edwin stare at him startled) You guys said it, I didn’t want to be left out.”

 

T-Bone puts the sawhorse back and places the pain of glass on top of them.  He makes sure it’s steady and then picks the stunned Frost up to toss back in the ring.  T-Bone rolls in after him.  He lies on the mat for a second to gain his breath and then kips up with gusto.

 

Axis: “T-Bone has his second wind and Frost better hope that a breeze blows his way shortly or it’s all over.”

 

Edwin: (biting his nails) “I can’t stand the tension.”

 

T-Bone spies the ladder and picks it up.  He opens it and stands it up against the ring ropes with the glass on the sawhorses facing below.  Frost tries to climb to his feet, but falls back down to his knees and goes crawling across the ring.  T-Bone kicks him in the rear and shouts ‘get up.’  He pulls Frost up by his shoulders, still wincing at the pain in his arms and pushes him up the ladder.  Not knowing what he is doing, the sleepwalking Frost stumbles up the ladder with T-Bone pushing from behind.

 

(Axis pushes the button on his monitor again, but no other rating comes up.)

 

King: “Skip it, this is a new rating for the t.v. executives to mark: FUBAR.”

 

Frost sways on the tippy top of the ladder, while T-Bone stands on the top rung.  He takes Frost from behind in a full nelson again and the crowd chants ‘mari-nader, mari-nader.”  T-Bone readies the move, just as Frost sways back and his weight sends both men crashing off the ladder to the mat below.  Frost lands fully on top of T-Bone, squashing him.  T-Bone’s head can be seen behind Frost’s shoulder and he is spewing up blood anew.

 

Axis: “The fates smile upon Frost as his near unconsciousness saves him from A Marinader off of the ladder to the glass below.  That is just a sick and scary idea to consider.”

 

King: “And this match isn’t.”

 

(Edwin continues to bite on his nails wide-eyed, too stunned to say anything.)

 

Frost rolls off of T-Bone and the two men lie on the mat for a long moment breathing hard and soaking in their own blood.  The crowd starts a ‘T-Bone’ chant to encourage their hero up.

 

Axis: “I don’t know what to say here folks.  This has been a fast paced brutal roller coaster ride of a match and I dare say we are coming down the last steep hill now before the end.”

 

King: “Do you have a book of analogies you keep under your chair?”

 

(Edwin reaches down, pulls up a book, hands it to King and starts chewing his nails again in silence.  King flips through the book and reads to himself.)

 

Both men struggle to the their feet finally and stand face to face.  Frost throws a weak right hand and catches T-Bone in the face.  T-Bone retaliates with one of his own.  Frost throws another punch, this one with a little more zing and power.  T-Bone responds with a stiffer blow himself.  Frost throws a faster punch, T-Bone responds in kind again.  The fans’ cheers increase with the power and speed of the men’s punches.

 

Axis: “It’s toe to toe and we’re practically back where we started.”

 

King: (reading from the book) “It’s like two rabid coons knee deep in swamp grass.  Well, that doesn’t make any sense.”

 

Frost drives T-Bone back into the ladder and he climbs up it backwards, still throwing punches as Frost follows him up.  T-Bone stands on the top rung and kicks Frost in the face, his head jerks back, but he keeps climbing up.  Both men wind up on the narrow top of the ladder and it wobble from the weight.  T-Bone nearly falls off from the swaying and Frost grabs him by the front of his tights and pulls him toward him.  Frost deftly swings T-Bone upside down, with his feet around Frost’s neck and his head between the Icelander’s legs.  As the ladder falls out from under the two grapplers, Frost jumps forward, pushing the ladder down and back.  The two men sail through the air as camera flashbulbs pop in the audience.  They barely clear the ring ropes as Frost drives T-Bone head first into the pain of glass still on the sawhorses and it obliterates into microscopic pieces.

 

Axis: “A TOMBSTONE OFF THE LADDER AND THROUGH THE GLASS. FROST WINS, BUT AT WHAT COST!”

 

The crowd chants ‘holy shit, holy shit’ and pumps their collective fists in the air.  Both men lie as red bloody masses on the floor completely unconscious as paramedics rush out and begin feverishly attending to them.

 

Axis: “WE HATE TO BREAK AWAY, BUT WE NEED TO CATCH OUR BREATHS AND CLEAN UP THE AFTERMATH! STAY TUNED!”

[Guest crusen86]

*~* Returning from commercials, the Capacity Crowd in the Pyramid Arena explodes into cheers, as the Crimson theme blares out in the background.  Axis, Edwin, and the ever-popular Suicide King start up their ever so entertaining arguments over the noise of the crowd once again. *~*

 

Axis:  “Welcome back folks… Wow… what a night we have had already, with two matches to go!”

 

King:  “Yeah… exiting…”

 

Edwin:  “You know King… you should show a bit more enthusiasm for these JLers…”

 

King:  “That would require me to actually care about them, Edwin.”

 

Axis:  “Anyways… Onto our next match of the night.”

 

Edwin:  “This next match is one that has a lot of history in it… featuring Jacob Helmsley, the man that lost via DQ to Flexxx on Metal, and the returning Sydney Sky!”

 

King:  “Jacob didn’t lose… he got the job done.”

 

Axis:  “Whatever you say, King.  Sydney and Jacob aren’t all friends in the JL though… if you remember back a while ago, it was Jacob’s rage that landed Sydney in the Hospital when he threw his pipe down the hall, and inadvertently hit Sydney as she was walking out…”

 

King:  “Well, thank you Mr. History for that walk down memory lane…”

 

Edwin:  “Shut up King.”

 

King:  “No YOU shut up, EDWIN!”

 

Axis:  “Why don’t you BOTH shut up”

 

*~* See what I tell you?  Arguments! () Anyways… the camera pans out to show the buzzing arena, when all of the sudden “Bittersweet Symphony” by Verse begins to sound out in the arena, to a Mega pop from the crowd.  From the back, Sydney Sky steps out onto the stage, as the ENTIRE arena explodes into cheers for the returning princess to the ring after months of injuries.  She fires off a beaming smile to the very appreciative crowd, as she begins to walk daintily down the ramp way and to the ring. *~*

 

Funyon:  “Ladies and Gentlemen… the following match is scheduled for one fall.  Coming first to the ring, making her glorious return to the SJL ring.  She stands at five feet eleven inches, and weighs in at one hundred and seventy pounds… hailing from Los Angeles, California, she is the lovely SYDNEY SKYY!!!!”

 

*~* Sydney climbs into the ring, and gets in, as on the ramps, dazzling displays of purple, blue, and white pyro shoot into the air.  Sydney, with the largest smile on her face that anyone has ever seen, takes the Microphone from Funyon, as she winks at him, and fires him a quick smile, making him blush and get al giddy in the ring. *~*

 

Axis:  “Look at that!  Funyon’s getting giddy in the ring!”

 

King:  “Well, would you if you had that perfect woman in front of you?”

 

Axis:  “… that’s not the point.”

 

King:  “Sure it isn’t…”

 

*~* Sydney’s music cuts off leaving only the roar of the capacity crowd to be heard, as Sydney smiles at them and holds the microphone up to her face, ready to talk. *~*

 

Syd:  “Hello Tennessee, and thank you for the glorious ovation!”

 

*~* The entire arena blows up in cheers, as a deafening chant of ‘Sydney’ echos off. *~*

 

Syd:  “It’s great to finally get back into the SJL.  Ever since I was put out a while ag, I have been really thinking of what my life is about… and what I really care about… and sorry to say… Annie Electric was never in my mind a permanent solution… you all were!”

 

*~* Sydney points out at the crowd, as she twirls around pointing at the whole stadium, as they cheer loudly for their returning Sky. *~*

 

Syd:  “It’s just fitting though… my first opponent back is the Sadistic bastard that began the long, agonizing road of injurues… Jacob Helmsley.”

 

*~* Cheers from the crowds turn to boos, as the name of Jacob comes up. *~*

 

Syd:  “Jacob… you always think that you are on top of the SJL… you always think that you are the best there is… well, now it is time for me to show you that even a woman can KICK YOUR ASS!!!!”

 

*~* The entire arena explodes into a roar of cheers as Sydney places the mic on the ground and begins to stretch in the corner of the ring and her music starts up once again, as the commentary team at ringside comes in. *~*

 

Axis:  “Well folks… we have to take a commercial break.”

 

Edwin:  “Don’t go away… Sydney, Jacob NEXT!”

 

*~* Commercials cut in, breaking the cheers of the crowd *~*

 

 

 

*~* As the picture comes back for the show, “Meaning of Life” by Disturbed starts out with the deep bass of the opening musical, as the arena lights darken.  After about five seconds of opening, a loud blast of words echoes off into the arena…

 

“I WANNA GET PSYCHO!!”

 

…followed immediately by six blasts of green pyro out of the bowels of the entrance ramp, signaling the music to start up. Jacob Helmsley comes out from the back of the ramp, and starts to make his way out to the ring, while behind him Fred Hallbrook slowly walks behind him. *~*

 

Axis:  “There’s that sick duo of men that destroyed Flexxx on Metal…”

 

King:  “Hey… that dumbass deserved it…”

 

Edwin:  “No he did not.  Flexxx never did a single thing to Jacob, or Fred Hallbrook.”

 

King:  “Need I remind you who Fred’s brother is…”

 

Axis:  “He’s got a point there, Edwin…”

 

King:  “Thank you, Axis.”

 

Funyon:  “Now coming to the ring… he stands at six feet four inches, and weighs in at two hundred and twenty four pounds… Hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, and being accompanied by Fredrick Hallbrook… he is the Psycho Mantis… JACOB HELLLLMSLEY!!!!”

 

*~* Jacob slowly stalks the ring, as all the way around him, the crowd in attendance boos and taunts him like no other.  Jacob merely glances out at the booing crowd and then turns back to the ring and climbs in, while the determined poise of Sydney Sky at the other side of the ring shows no signs of intimidation.  As Jacob get in, Fred Hallbrook climbs in after him, and walks up to Funyon, taking the microphone away from him, and forcefully shoving him out of the ring. *~*

 

Axis:  “HEY!!! That’s no way to treat a legend like Funyon!”

 

King:  “Shut up Axis… Funyon deserves to be shoved around a few times.”

 

Edwin:  “Just like you deserve to be taken out back and beaten into a pulp, King…”

 

King:  “Bring it, MacPhisto.”

 

*~* Fred slashes his throat with his finger, signaling for the music to be cut off, leaving only the standing ovation of boos to be heard.  Fred brings the mic up to his face, and begins to talk, as the lights return to normal, and Jacob walks over to Fred’s side. *~*

 

Fred:  “Sydney Sky… I know who you are.  I’m sure you know me too… we met back when my so called brother Richard was a part of that dysfunctional bunch of jokes these people loved so much…”

 

*~* A loud chant of ‘X Force Nine’ blasts out of the crowd, as Sydney just grimaces a little, as she stares deeply into Rick’s eyes. *~*

 

Edwin:  “Of course he’s talking about that successful group X Force Nine…”

 

Fred:  “Syd… I know that you and Jacob have a past together… I know that you know Jacob can beat you in a second… I know that you stand no chance against the Psycho Mantis… so I am giving you a chance to get out and strut your ass back up that ramp before you end up lying in a pool of your own blood.”

 

Axis:  “What a bunch of arrogant pricks…”

 

*~* The entire arena explodes into boos, as Sydney looks to the two in a deadly mixture of anger and frustration.  All of the sudden, to the immediate surprise of the crowd, Sydney shakes her head in approval, and begins to walk away from the confrontation. *~*

 

King:  “See?  Syd does have a brain!”

 

Axis:  “What the hell?”

 

*~* As the crowd stares at the ring in disbelief, Sydney begins to exit the ring, and walking around to the ramp on the ring floor, as in the ring, Rick laughs sadistically, bringing the microphone back up to his face. *~*

 

Fred:  “See?  Bitches can learn to act right.  Now… as it pertains to the future of Jacob Helmsley in the SJL… The perso…”

 

King:  “LOOK OUT!!!”

 

*~* All of the sudden, from behind with the force of a thousand men, Sydney Sky blasts Fredrick Hallbrook’s back with a horrendous steel chair shot, knocking him out of the ring to the floor of the arena, as the crowds all around the arena explode in cheers, and Jacob Helmsley looks on in disbelief Rick tumbles to the floor, with a look of agony on his face, as Sydney throws the chair out after him, hitting him in the side much more lightly than before as he comes to a stop right in front of the Announcer’s table.  In retaliation, Jacob Helmsley grabs Sydney by the hair, and begins to drag her screaming body across the ring, as she frantically grabs for his claw attached to her head. *~*

 

Axis:  “Sydney just laid out Fred Hallbrook!”

 

Edwin:  “OH YEAH!!! Now THAT was sweet!”

 

King:  “That was BS!!”

 

*~* Somehow, Sydney breaks out of the hold on her hair, and begins to punch at the face of Jacob with hard jabs, as in the background, the crowds cheer in unison, and the ring bell sounds out starting the match.  Sydney connects jabs with Jacob’s face five times, before she climbs up onto Jacob’s shoulders, and hits a Headscissor Rollover to a huge pop from the crowd.  Immediately, Jacob slide himself out of the ring, and to the floor, as he stares up in disbelief at the surprising offense from the significantly smaller girl.  Sydney walks to the center of the ring, adjusting her top, as the crowds filling the arena cheer in unison for the lovely nightmare in the middle of the ring. *~*

 

Edwin:  “Look at that offense from Sydney Sky!!!”

 

Axis:  “I doubt that Jacob was ever expecting that from her!”

 

King:  “Oh sure he did… he just needs time to figure out what to do here.”

 

Axis:  “Jacob is realizing that Sydney is more than a challenge for him!”

 

King:  “That’s BS… she isn’t even in Jacob’s league.”

 

*~* On the outside of the ring, Jacob Helmsley and Fred talk in a little huddle, getting their plan of action on strait, as inside the ring, Sydney Sky taunts the two, beckoning Jacob Helmsley to bring it to her.  Jacob and Rick finally get on the same page, and Jacob climbs into the ring, as Sydney begins to walk over to where he gets up.  Before Sydney can get to Jacob through, the referee gets in the middle of her and Jacob, forcing her back into the middle of the ring, as Jacob gets in.  Once he is in though, the referee gets out of the way, prompting Sydney to rush at Jacob with a rush of adrenaline pushing her on.  Jacob merely sidesteps the oncoming train, and uses Sydney’s own momentum to shove her face first into the turnbuckle. *~*

 

Axis:  “Oh gracious… Jacob didn’t even have to break a sweat there…”

 

Edwin:  “Sydney’s certainly got a lot of adrenaline pushing her…”

 

King:  “Personally… I call it stupidity…”

 

*~* Reacting from the forceful impact, Sydney backs up a bit, dazed from hitting the turnbuckle pad with her head.  With her back to Jacob, she tries to regain her focus when all of the sudden, Jacob hits a HUGE Gore on the defenseless woman, shoving her violently back into the turnbuckle, squishing her body between the mass of man, and the mass of pad and steel.  Sydney slowly slumps down to the floor, as she grimaces in pain from the impact. *~*

 

Axis:  “Ouch… huge impact on the back of Sydney Sky…”

 

Edwin:  “That’s going to leave a mark or two on there…

 

King:  “Or maybe three…”

 

*~* In the ring, Jacob picks Sydney up to her feet in the corner of the turnbuckle, and leans her up against the pads in the turnbuckle, as he begins to kick away at her vulnerable midsection. Sydney falls deeper and deeper into the turnbuckle, as Jacob continually kicks away at her chest, bringing a grimace of pain as each Kick reaches it’s goal in Sydney’s stomach area. After a four count from the referee, Jacob gets off of Sydney in the corner and backs up with his arms extended in the air, like he did nothing wrong.  Utilizing the momentary lapse in action, Sydney rolls herself out of the ring, and onto the floor of the arena, as Fred looks on in temptation.*~*

 

Edwin:  “Keep that freak away from Syd…”

 

King:  “Edwin… you just WANT him to come over here and make you one with the chair, huh?”

 

Edwin:  “I’d like to see him try…”

 

*~* Inside the ring, seeing a golden opportunity, Jacob Helmsley grabs the referee’s attention, while on the outside, Fred Hallbrook grabs the unsuspecting Sydney Sky as she is trying to recuperate from the attack she got, and throws her mercilessly into the steel steps of the ring.  As the crowds at ringside haze the hell out of him, Fred watches in glee as Sydney connects her arm with the steel steps, knocking them off of their position.  Sydney comes to rest with a look of extreme pain, as the referee turns around to see what that noise.  He points accusingly at Fred, as he walks off with his hands in the air, advocating his innocence. *~*

 

Axis:  “God!  Can Jacob go through a match without cheating to win?!”

 

Edwin:  “I’d be damn surprised if he could…”

 

King:  “Shut up you two…  It’s not cheating… its strategy.”

 

Edwin:  “Bullshit.”

 

King:  “No… truth.”

 

*~* Inside the ring, Jacob pushes off the complaining referee, as he steps under the top rope, and drops down to the outside of the ring, receiving tremendous amounts of boos and taunts from the fans within arm lengths of strangling the psycho.  Jacob merely waves them off with a flash of the tall one, as the fans respond with a tall one of their own.  Jacob reaches down to the injured beauty, drags her up to her feet, and rolls her back inside the ring.  Jacob climbs back up into the ring, slowly and methodically, taking his good old time.  In the ring, Sydney Sky crawls over to the ring ropes, and uses them in an attempt to lift herself to her feet.  Struggling as she tries to get up, Jacob merely looks on in amusement as Sydney strives to reach her feet. *~*

 

Axis:  “This is sick… Jacob is just taunting the poor woman…”

 

Edwin:  “That arrogant little prick…”

 

King:  “Whoa Whoa… it’s not as bad as it seems!  Would you rather have Jacob just beat her to the floor all the time?”

 

Edwin:  “Yeah… good point…”

 

*~* As Sydney is struggling to get to her feet, Jacob walks over, and gives her a little kick, sending her back to the floor of the ring.  Jacob chuckles a bit, as Sydney tries to get to her feet once again.  At about the same point she was at before, Jacob again kicks her slightly, sending her back down to the mat.  About this time, Sydney’s frustration reaches a peak, and finally, the volatile woman does a marital arts jump-up, and immediately starts to throw her fists viciously into the chest of Jacob.  Surprised, to say the least, Jacob is forced back into the turnbuckle, as each blow he receives from the woman drives him back.  At this point, Sydney really starts to turn on the accelerator, as she begins to violently thrust her fists quicker and quicker into the beat red chest of Jacob Helmsley.  With the crowd ecstatically behind her, Sydney stops punching Jacob, gets up onto the second rope, and falls back, grabbing Jacob’s arms, and shoving her feet into his chest, and then pushing up with them, hitting a Monkey Flip onto the larger opponent, to a standing ovation from the capacity crowd. *~*

 

Edwin:  “Holy crap!  What a move by Sydney!”

 

Axis:  “Sydney is just trying to survive in this match…”

 

King:  “It’s only a matter of time before Jacob regains control…”

 

*~* As Jacob is laying on the floor, Sydney Sky walks over to him, and locks on a Sharpshooter near the middle of the ring to an impressive Crowd pop.  Unfortuately for Sydney, Jacob is heavier than she can hold, so Jacob merely has to claw his way over to the ropes, and latch onto the bottom rope, making Syd break the hold.  A loud groan from the crowd marks the end of the move, as Syd drops Jake’s legs to the floor, and stands up, adjusting her top and her hair.*~*

 

Axis:  “Jacob got out of that move rather quickly…”

 

Edwin:  “Syd is too light to hold the weight of Jacob down for too long…”

 

*~*Sydney grabs Jacob, and picks him up to his feet with the thought in her head that he is dazed, and close to finishing off.  When Jacob gets up to his feet, however, he breaks out of the hold Sydney has on his head and wraps his arm around her neck in  a Rock Bottom type set-up.  After about three seconds, Jacob kicks Syd’s left leg out from behind her, and thrusts her upper chest towards the floor.  Sydney hits the floor on her back with incredible impact, making her cringes in pain, and the crowds all around quiet down in disappointment. *~*

 

King:  “Hoo yeah… stalling STO from Jacob… he’s back on track now!”

 

*~* Jacob reaches over, and covers Sydney, as the referee drops down and starts the count.

 

ONE!!

 

TWO!!

 

THR… nope.

 

Sydney pops her arm up in the air showing that she still has some life left in her. *~*

 

Edwin:  “Syd got out of that one!”

 

King:  “She’s close to losing though…”

 

Axis:  “Yeah right…”

 

*~* Jacob gets up to his feet, with a look of slight frustration on his face, as he grabs a hold of Sydney’s hair, and drags her up to her feet as well.  When she is finally propped up on her feet thanks to Jacob, she immediately goes into action with a hard shot to the gut, followed quickly by a set-up for the Daybreak to a HUGE crowd pop.  Jacob gets out of the move though, and quickly puts Syd onto her back and locks her into a High angle Single leg Boston Crab.  With a yelp of pain, Sydney tries with all her might to get to the ropes in front of her, but unfortunately, she can’t drag herself into a position to get to the ropes.  *~*

 

Axis:  “Sydney’s in a bad situation here…”

 

King: “Her only solution is to tap…”

 

*~* Uncharacteristically, right before Sydney is about to tap out to the move, Jacob drops her leg down, letting her get out of the way, and to the ropes, where she latches on for dear life.  Jacob begins to stalk the poor woman again, as she tries to get to her feet, but cannot seem to get the strength to get up.  Looking on in amusement, Jacob backs up into the corner, and waits, while Sydney gets up to her feet.  Jacob then moves in to attack, but Sydney is ready, and hits a Twist of Fate on Jacob, lining him up perfectly with the turnbuckle, as the crowds scream out in unison and Sydney goes over to the turnbuckle,and starts to climb up to the top.  Fred, seeing that his boy is in serious trouble, walks over to the turnbuckle that Sydney is at, and waits patiently. *~*

 

Axis:  “Sky Swirl!  Jacob is in SERIOUS trouble here!”

 

King:  “He is not Axis… quit being so melodramatic…”

 

Edwin:  “Wait a minute… what is Fred doing over there…”

 

*~* With the crowd behind her, Sydney Sky scales the top turnbuckle, as inside the ring, Jacob is slow to get to his feet, Sydney climbs up to the top, but from behind her, Fred Hallbrook grabs her leg ad tries to pull her down off of the top.  After a brief struggle, Sydney kicks the larger man off, and stands up tall on the top rope, as Jacob gets to his feet, and realizes what is coming for him. *~*

 

Axis:  “Sydney’s up!  She’s gonna FLY!!”

 

King:  “Move Jacob!  What are you doing?”

 

*~* With the entire arena lighting up with camera flashes behind her, Sydney leaps off of the top rope, lands perfectly on Jacob’s shoulders, and attempts to drag his head over to the floor for a Hurricanrada, but showing tremendous amounts of strength, Jacob stands his ground, and holds on to the now precariously positioned woman, as he drops to his knees.  The now helpless woman falls down to the mat, impacting with her neck, folding her back up like an accordion, as the crowd ovations of cheers change dramatically to thunderous ovations of boos, as Sydney Sky falls lifeless besides Jacob after the devastating “Black Stallion.” *~*

 

King:  “Oh yeah!!! Black Stallion!  Take that flying Princess!”

 

Edwin:  “Oh goodness… Sydney got devastated there…”

 

*~* Jacob merely places his foot on her chest in extreme arrogance, as the referee drops down to make the pin fall to a tremendous ovation of boos still prominent.

 

King:  “This one is completely over.”

 

Edwin:  “Man… Poor Syd…”

 

ONE!!

 

TWO!!

 

THREE!!

 

NO!!!! SOMEHOW, SYDNEY SKY GETS HER ARM UP INTO THE AIR!!! THE ENTIRE ARENA BURSTS INTO DEAFENING OVATIONS OF CHEERS AS JACOB LOOKS DOWN IN DISBELEIF!!! *~*

 

Axis:  “MY GOD!!! SYDNEY KICKED OUT OF A FULL FORCED BLACK STALLION!!!”

 

King:  “How in the HELL did that happen?!”

 

Edwin:  “THERE IS A GOD!!!”

 

*~* With an extreme look of anger on his face, Jacob bears down on the timid referee, as he backs up into the corner with a look of complete fear on his face.  Jacob backs off from the referee a few inches, and sends a rocking blow into the turnbuckle, blasting the referee in the chest with extreme force behind it, knocking the poor man out of the ring, and violently to the ring floor.  With his last movements, the referee signals for the bell, as the crowds chant ‘HELMSLEY SUCKS!!’ to the already pissed off Psycho. *~*

 

Edwin:  “By god… Jacob lost by DQ again!”

 

King:  “It’s all that damn referee’s fault… he counted slower than a turtle walks!”

 

Funyon:  “Ladies and Gentlemen… the winner of the match via Disqualification… SYDNEY SKYYY!!”

 

*~* As Jacob turns around in anger, Sydney’s music starts up over the speakers, as the entire Pyramid Arena screams out Syd’s name in cheers.  On the other side of the ring, Fred Hallbrook climbs up onto the ring apron, as Jacob begins to kick at the deadly tired Sydney Sky.  Both Jacob and Fred start to kick away at Sydney with an extreme prejudice, when all of the sudden, Ash Ketchum and Ced Ordonez from X Force Nine bursts out from the back, beelining strait towards the ring with the entire crowd behind their back.  Seeing the incoming doom for them, Jacob Helmsley and Fred Hallbrook both ditch the ring, sliding to the outside.  Ash and Ced hit the ring sliding in, as Jacob and Fred nearly escape.  Both Ash and Ced stand on each side of the beaten Sydney Sky, as “Going Down” by X-cecutioners blasts over the PA, and the crowd is behind the duo in the ring, chanting ‘X FORCE NINE!’ *~*

 

Edwin:  “Thank god Ash and Ced were there to stop Jacob and Fred… it’s no telling what those tow freaks would have done to poor Sydney…”

 

King:  “Those XF9 fags… why can’t they mind their own business…”

 

*~* Looking up the ramp at Jacob and Fred as they walk off to the back with a visible amount of anger on their faces.  Ash and Jacob meet gazes, as they exchange words that cannot be heard on the TV, both voluntary and involuntary.  Commercials begin to start, as Sydney Sky regains her senses, and looks up to see Ash Ketchum and Ced Ordonez standing tall at her side. *~*

 

© Psycho Mantis Writings, May 4th, 2002

[Guest crusen86]

Masses of fans inside The Pyramid in Nashville make their way back to their seats, set for tonight’s Main Event between XF9 and the team of Mafia and Flexxx.

 

Axis : “It’s Main Event time folks! All commercial breaks have been taken care of, which means no interruption of tonight’s proceedings.”

 

King : “Good. It’s time to watch Mafia and Flexxx destroy XF9.”

 

Axis : “Of course this match has it’s origins on Metal, as Mafia and Flexxx attempted to continue their reign of evil as they attacked Ash after his match with Xero. Z and Ced Ordonez would come down to make the save, and that’s where we stand now, as Edwin has booked Ash, along with Ced, against this new alliance of Mafia and Flexxx.”

 

“It's Going Down” by The X-ecutioners hits the speakers, and XF9 strides through the curtain to the massive pop from the crowd, slapping the hands of their adoring fans along the way.

 

Funyon : “The following contest is a Tag Team Elimination-Rules Match! First, at a combined weight of 446 lbs. Representing X-Force 9 and accompanied by Misty, Ash Ketchum! And Ced…OrdoneeEEEz!

 

Axis : “XF9 of course, wants some revenge on Mafia and Flexxx.”

 

As Funyon finishes up his intro, Ash and Ced slide into the ring, moving over towards the ropes and parting them, allowing for Misty to come into the ring as both men proceed to do a pose in a corner for the audience. Both take off their t-shirts in unison and throw them to the audience, as Misty exits the ring. Both Ced and Ash stand in their corner, along the far side ropes, discussing their plan, as the the atmosphere in the arena drops down to a calm buzz, as the rabid crowd await the hated, makeshift duo, Flexxx and Mafia. Static is then heard through the PA system…which is when…

 

“…this is the new sound…”

 

“…just like the old sound…”

 

The waiting comes to a halt, as the voice of Zach de la Rocha echoes inside the complex and the arena turns dark, except for the alternating multi-tude of colors, hovering over the ramp and ring, highlighting the set-up in it’s hue. The flashes of color are the only thing keeping the arena from complete darkness, and the fans boo mercilessly, as the slightly-remixed "Ashes in the Fall" by Rage Against The Machine, continues playing. Up on the SmarksTron, a computer generated XXX is shown, integrating itself with Mafia's name; afterward, images of both the Gangsta and the Flunkmasta, themselves and their trademark moves alike, alternate between one another. The chorus of the boos continue, the lights on the stage return to normal, and Mafia along with Flunkmasta Flexxx are revealed! Mafia stands, back to the crowd, with his feet close together and arms raised straight out from his body in the crucifix. Flexxx stands directly in front of him, raising his hands above his head in the Diamond Cutter sign. He glances out towards the crowd, before bringing his hands down in a quick motion...

 

**BOOM

**BOOM

**BOOM

 

Signaling for three tremendous explosions to launch themselves on both wings of the stage! As the third set of pyro ignites, Mafia turns towards the crowd and brings his hands down, as Flexxx picks up his kendo stick from the ground beside him. Both men now begin walking towards the ring.

 

Funyon : “And at a combined weight of 454 lbs. Representing The NEW Sound…The team of MAAAFIA! And Flunkmasta FLEXXX!"

 

Axis : “The New Sound?”

 

King : “The greatest tag team of all time. Apart from any team where I was a member, of course. Including those jerks, the Midnight Carnival. I made that stable happen.”

 

Edwin : “You didn’t do anything. You turned on us, and despite that your plan took Stevens away, we’ll survive once again. You couldn’t split us up before, and you won’t do it now.”

 

Down the entry way, both men shoot evil looks and curse words towards those fans lining the ramp. As they near ever-closer to the ring, Mafia turns to walk up the ring steps in heelish fashion, as he takes a moment on the apron before climbing in-between the ropes and throwing his leather biker jacket towards Matt Kivell, the Referee for tonight. Flexxx meanwhile dumps his trenchcoat on the outside, and rolls into the ring with his kendo stick, placing it in his corner, and retreating towards to discuss strategy. The opening opposition is decided upon, elaborated upon by the announcers, as Flexxx retreats to the outside, and Ash does the same, as Kivell rings the bell.

 

**DING DING DING

 

Axis : “We’re set to get under way. Mafia, in the long purple and black tights with the cross-design on the front. Ced Ordonez, in long dark blue tights, XF9 and lightning design on left and right leg, respectively. Two wrestlers of a like-mindset inside the ring, and a bit of history here.”

 

King : “Of course these two have faced off before, in a Four-Way Dance, and then in a Singles contest.”

 

Edwin : “You’re forgetting one thing…Ced got the best of Mafia both times!”

 

King : “Shutup, carnie. Mafia wasn’t even trying both times…he was sick…he didn’t feel right fighting what was then a jobber….Again, shutup.”

 

Ced and Mafia come out to the center of the ring to face off. Mafia raises his right arm for the Test-of-Strength, and Ced complys, as he raises his arm. The hands of both lock, as Mafia raises his left arm, Ced complying again. Both struggle for position, and as quickly as it begins, it ends, as Mafia reaches out and raises a knee to the low abdomen of Ced. Out of the lock-up, Mafia grabs Ced and gives him a Hiptoss over. Ced rolls up off the mat, and Mafia pursues, with Ced whipping Mafia down and into the Armdrag. Mafia pushes himself back up, and Ced comes after him, which Mafia responds to with an Armdrag of his own. As Ced hits the mat, Mafia keeps an Armbar locked on, trying to slow Ced down. Ced grimaces as Mafia keeps pulling back on the arm and wrenching, but Ced does a quick roll and a jump up, as Mafia lets go of the hold, the momentum forcing him to the mat.

 

Axis : “Only basic mat work so far. But Ced shows that he’s not one to be outdone, as he counters out of the Armbar by Mafia…”

 

As Mafia comes to a stand, Ced grabs his arm and whips him into the ropes, which Mafia reverses. As Ced bounces off, Flexxx takes a swipe at him, getting the glancing blow. Ced turns and knocks Flexxx off the apron, but with his foe’s attentions averted, Mafia takes a hard charge and delivers the stiff clothesline to the back of Ced’s neck. Ced crumbles, as Flexxx climbs back up onto the apron and Mafia tags him in.

 

Axis : “After the cheap shot by Flexxx, here’s the tag in.”

 

Ced, still down on the mat, attempts to pick himself up, which the Flunkmasta does for him. Up against the ropes, Ordonez stands, as Flexxx raises a foot and nails Ced in the gut. Ced doubles over, as Flexxx locks the head of Ced and jumping back, dropping him into the Spiked DDT. He rolls over and hooks the leg for the pin.

 

“one”

 

“Tw---“

 

Axis : “Broken up by Ash Ketchum!”

 

King : “Ash Ketchum is such a tool.”

 

Ash retreats back to his corner at the behest of Kivell, as Ced fights back against Flexxx by nailing a forearm to the face followed by the hook-up and drop into a Russian Leg Sweep. Flexxx pushes himself up, as Ced stalks him on the mat, before wrapping his legs around the right leg of Flexxx, Scissor Sweeping him down. Flexxx’s face hits, and Ced floats over for an Inverted Facelock. Ced keeps the hold on for a mere moment, before Flexxx nails knuckled shots into the ribs of Ced and makes good on his attempts to stand. With Ced sensing that Flexxx could be making a comeback, he muscles Flexxx over and the two reverse positions, as Ced drops Flexxx with a Neckbreaker. Ced sells with the hand clutching the back of his neck, as both he and Ced stand. With the two standing a few feet from each other, Flexxx stretches his arm and goes for a Clothesline, ducked by Ced. Flexxx spins back around, and Ced jumps, extending his leg and striking Flexxx in the back of the head with the Enziguiri. Flexxx’s eyes glaze over, and he hits the mat, only to begin crawling towards his partner. Misty calls for crowd support, as Ced does the same.

 

Axis : “The tags are in!”

 

Matthew Kivell gives the sign that both tags are made, as Mafia and Ash Ketchum face off for the first time in the match. Ash Ketchum spins and yells at the crowd to get loud, only to have Mafia flex his muscles in Ash’s direction, before turning towards Misty and pointing a finger, afterward blowing a kiss in her direction. Ash becomes infuriated, as he rushes towards Mafia and leaps up, forcing him down to the mat and forcing piston-like punches into his head, with the Poke Ball Press.

 

King : “Completely unfair. There’s nothing for Ash to get all pissy about.”

 

Axis : “Except that Mafia is outright trying to move in on Misty.”

 

King : “I don’t see a problem with that. She’s hot. Mafia’s right to take her away from that bum.”

 

Ash stands up away from Mafia, as Mafia pulls himself up with the help of the ring ropes. Ash pulls Mafia off, as he hooks him around the head and grabs the tights, bringing him up and over into the Vertical Suplex. Ash drops an elbow, before lifting up Mafia once again, to grab onto his arm to whip him into the ropes. On the recoil, Ash kicks Mafia in the gut, doubling him over. Ash takes a run towards the ropes and bounces off, coming down with a Scissors Kick intended for the back of Mafia’s neck. Mafia moves out of the way, as Ash misses. The look of utter surprise is apparent on Ash’s face, as he turns around only to be hooked around the waist by Mafia, who lifts him up and throws him over his head, with the Overhead Belly-Belly Suplex. Ash rolls out of the ring, his back tense from the suplex, as Mafia distracts Matt Kivell, claiming that he has a bum knee, and Flexxx steps off the apron to attack. Mafia, by the opposing team’s corner, continues to keep the ref distracted, but Ced attempts to put a stop to the continuing attack, only to be stopped by Kivell. Misty stands on the other side, look of concern on her face, as Mafia slides out of the ring, only to throw Ash back in. Back inside the ring, Mafia lays accrost Ash, with the pin.

 

“one”

 

“Two!”

 

Axis : “Kickout by the Pokefreak!”

 

King : “Pokemon sucks and so does Ash. Everyone knows that DIGIMON owns that sorry pathetic kiddie’s show Pokemon by 666%! Digimon is hardkore!”

 

Mafia slaps the mat in frustration, as he lifts up Ash by his head and positions him in the corner. Mafia lifts his leg and kicks Ash in the gut, and does so again, before jumping up and hitting a Spinning Heel Kick square in the jaw. The Hitman eyeing his prey, takes a few steps back to the opposite corner, and breaks into a run. With Ash out on his feet in the corner, Mafia takes a leap…

 

And misses the Splash! Ash Ketchum dives out of the way, and Mafia hits the turnbuckle, falling to the canvas. Ash uses the ropes to move his way to Ced, and he makes the tag. Ced comes into the ring, and he Back Elbows Mafia down as Mafia makes his attempt to stand up. Ced stalks Mafia, as Mafia pushes himself off the mat again. With a small run, Ced waistlocks Mafia from behind and attempts to roll him up, but Mafia grabs onto the ropes and hangs on, as Ced lets go. Ced rolls off the mat and onto his feet, as Mafia stretches his leg out and tries to take his head off with a Thrust Kick. Ced grabs the leg though, and twists down, taking Mafia with him into a Dragon Screw Legwhip. Mafia stands off the mat, and Ced immediately runs up and hooks Mafia up, placing his arm around the neck and grabbing Mafia’s right shoulder from the front. Before Ced can raise his leg and bring it back down, for his finisher, the Final Surge STO; Mafia elbows out and kicks Ced in the gut, setting up the Pumphandle for one of his two big moves, The Perfect Finisher.

 

King : “Feh! That Ced Ordonez…….. It’s over for him! Perfect Finisher baby!”

 

Mafia wraps his arm around the head of Ced, and picks him up. Ced though, leaps away from what was looking like a sure deal, as he lands on his feet behind Mafia. Mafia turns around, and Ced catches him with a Roundhouse Kick to the head. After knocking Mafia down with the cracking foot to the skull, Ced Ordonez looks to the corner turnbuckle and screams something in Spanish, getting a huge pop from the crowd as the Hitman lies motionless on the hard canvas.

 

Axis : “Alas, the tables have TURNED! Now Mafia’s on the ground… what is that crazy Filipino luchadore going to do now, on the ropes?”

 

“AAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!”

 

Ced Ordonez climbs up the ropes, then he positions himself on the top and looks down on the fazed Mafia, with the rest of the crowd drowning him in cheers…….. and Ced receives a right punch to the face from tha Flunkmasta Flexxx!

 

Edwin : “The porn rage spews all over Ced!”

 

King : “Are you saying that a porn star just *went* all over Ced’s face-“

 

Edwin : “That is NOT what I said, you sick freak!”

 

Flexxx grabs Ced’s face and tries to stall him for a much larger attack on Senor Ordonez, but Ced kicks Flexxx in the back of his head and shoves the wily porn star off of the ring apron, knocking Flexxx’s ass on the cold concrete outside the ring!

 

Axis : “Ced shoved Flexxx away! He’s still going to fly high!”

 

As Ash hops off of the apron and walks over to the downed Flexxx to snuff him out, Ced pushes down on his legs and leaps up in one powerful motion, high into the sky! Ced then flips to an upside down position midair and comes crashing down with the brunt of his kneecaps pummeling Mafia’s abdomen!

 

Axis : “OMGODZ!!! MOONSAULT LEGDROP ON THA HITMAN!”

 

Holding the pin position, Ced covers Mafia and SJL jobber/referee Matt Kivell makes a slide for the 3-count!

 

“ONE!”

 

 

 

 

 

“TWO!”

 

 

 

 

 

“THREEEEEE-what the fatherfuck?” says Kivell, in ignorance of FCC censorship…

 

Axis : “Holy shit! Mafia just BARELY got the shoulder up! The referee almost didn’t spot it!”

 

Edwin : “Boooooo! Cheap! Cheap! Cheaaaaa-oww!!! Why’d you slap me you t00l?”

 

Ced Ordonez sees this and shrieks in frustration, pulling at his short hair and groaning. Mafia just got the upset kickout! Ash temporarily stops beating the living crap out of Flexxx and looks inside the ring, then the Pokemaster sighs and lays Flexxx’s face on the apron. As the cold Hitman starts to move his body, Ced lifts Mafia back up by his head and whips him into the ropes. When Mafia rebounds and Ced positions his arms to lift Mafia up for a takedown, Mafia rams his kneecap into Ced’s midsection, Kitchen Sink-style, and immediately grips onto Ced’s neck with one arm from behind. Mafia attemts to push down on the frame of Ced for the infamous dangerous maneuver, the EGO TRIP…

 

Axis : “This could be it for Ced… first man eliminated in this tag match!”

 

Just as Mafia motions his arm to swoop Ced’s head into the mat, the Filipino fighter bends down and sweepkicks the Hitman’s knees, knocking Mafia down onto the mat in a smooth counter-motion! Ced then screams, yet again, garnishing more cheers from the stoned crowd and forcing Ash to slap the mat like a girly cheerleader, making the stupid bastards inside the Pyramid clap hands together! With all of this enthusiasm behind him... Ced grabs Mafia’s leg and twists it around to lock in the Cross Lightning (Reverse Figure Four)!

 

Axis : “OH….. MY…. HOLY…. ATHEISM! THE HITMAN’S LOCKED IN THE CROSS LIGHTNING!!!”

 

Mafia squirmishes like a racoon with its leg caught in a steel trap, desperately waving his arms around to avoid tapping out! But as Ced Ordonez steadily applies the pressure on the mobster’s one leg and nearly makes Mafia tap out! The Hitman’s hand just can’t stop motioning over the mat as Ced keeps the Reverse Figure Four locked in!

 

While all of this is happening… Flexxx slides back into the ring from a period of inactivity and swirls around his middle fingers before cracking a falling “F’ You!” elbow on Ced Ordonez’s skull!

 

King : “Mwahaha! The raging porno man Flexxx has his last words on Ced!”

 

As the Flunkmasta is stomping his hard boots all over Ced’s upper body and Mafia’s still panting from a panic rush, the Pokemon Master steps his way into the ring and taps on the busy porn star’s shoulder, making him say “Zuh?” and turn himself around from all that fun old Ced beating. Just then, Ash rolls up his giant fist of Pokefury and ramshackles Flexxx with what… you guessed it… dun dun dun!!!

 

 

…

 

 

EYEPOKE OF IMPENDINGZ DOOM!

 

“AAAAAHHH!!! YOU FREAKIN’ BEOTCH, MY EYES! MY EYYYYEEES!!!” said the evil Flunkmasta, as he stumbled backwards holding his face. Ash grabbed Flexxx’s arm and whipped him into the ropes, sending his spine careening into the steel post. Ash Ketchum then stepped his game up a notch, sprinting towards Flexxx with great velocity and ramming his skull into the Porn Masta’s abdomen with a bone-crushing “Shut the Hell Up” spear! After colliding with Flexxx and knocking the drunkard onto his ass yet again, Ash Ketchum starts stomping a mudhole into Flexxx’s sides like a raging Jigglypuff on steroids! YEAH! While Flexxx was being completely snuffed out by the Pokemon Trainer, Ced and Mafia were trying to get up from being hurt in the grander of distractions. Unfortunately… while Ced was holding his head in throbbing pain, Mafia slowly rose up from the ground and twisted the Filipino’s body around while still in the Figure Four Position, and then Mafia wrenched his hands around Ced’s skull in an extremely painful crossface and body contortion…

 

The STF!

 

Axis : “Oh no! Mafia gains the upper hand with an STF… grinding those knuckles inwards with Ced’s migranes!”

 

King : “I’m a betting man… and I say the Hitman has it this time. $100, Edwin!”

 

Edwin : “Fine, I’ll take your stoopy, stoopy bet!”

 

As Ced pants and groans in agony with a throbbing pain, his arm convulates up and down from the mat, just barely tapping on the mat. The crazy Filipino can no longer hold his arms away from the ground, however, as his right hand declares mutiny and suicidally smacks itself against the canvas! Matt Kivell witnesses this occurrence and takes it into count!

 

“ONE!”

 

Ced taps the mat again…

 

“TWO!”

 

As he feels his fingers slipping across the canvas for a third time, he lifts them up desperately and reaches upwards for *any* nearby bottom ropes, but with his strength fading and the back of his neck nearly snapping…

 

A right hand smacks the mat a third time!

 

“THREE!!!”

 

**DING! DING! DING!

 

Axis : “One gunman of XF9 is OUT! Ced Ordonez’s ass hits the door, violently, as Ash Ketchum now must step up to the plate!”

 

King : “That’s $100 you owe me, Panda rapist!”

 

Edwin : “HEY, YOU… ah okay then. Get your damn money, betting jackass…”

 

King : “Either way, XF9 is screwed without one man more to face the greatest tag team EVAR.… the New Sound!”

 

Axis : “Yeah, riiiiiight… anywho, Ash is still dominating this match! He has Flexxx floored at the turnbuckle, and Mafia’s still weak from the Cross Lightning!”

 

With Mafia’s appendages still throbbing in pain from the devastating hold of Ced, the Cross Lightning, he attempts to push himself back up. Meanwhile on the outside, Ced stomps on the ground in anger, as he retreats up the ramp and to the backstage, holding onto his wrenched neck, a result of Mafia’s STF. A faint chant for Ced Ordonez comes to a halt, as he disappears through the entrance curtain, and the focus once again turns inside the ring. Mafia back on his feet, tries to shake off the effects of the Cross Lightning, as he runs after Ash and delivers the Running Elbow to the back of the head, knocking him for a loop. Flexxx rolls to the outside, to escape the fury of Ash, as Mafia stomps onto the back of the downed Ash Ketchum, before lifting him up and whipping him into the ropes. With one of his infamous kicks, Mafia whips his leg into the left shin of Ash on the come back, forcing Ash to flip over the leg of Mafia and onto his back with the nice sell job. Mafia, following up, picks up the same left leg of Ash, and drops an elbow onto the knee just as quickly. With Ash down in the middle of the ring, Mafia walks casually over and makes the tag into Flunkmasta.

 

Axis : “Mafia picking apart the leg of Ash, SHOULD be able to pull that off, what with the absence of Ced Ordonez now.”

 

King : “Tag in to Flexxx….Keeping the fresh competitor in the match. Great ring presence.”

 

Edwin: “Ash will come through. PIKA~!”

 

King : “I already said it. Digimon is far superior.”

 

Flexxx inside the ring, picks up Ash and pushes him into the corner. Flexxx pulls back and swings, bringing a swift hand acrosst the face of Ash, before grabbing the wrist and wrenching the arm, now pulling and whipping him into the opposite corner. Ash counters, as he hangs onto the arm of Flexxx and pulls him towards, lifting him up and dropping Flexxx to the mat with the Powerslam out of the Irish Whip. Flexxx damn near cracks his head on the canvas, and Ash pins.

 

“ONE”

 

 

“TWO”

 

Axis : “BROKEN UP BY MAFIA! Get him out of the ring, Kivell!””

 

Matt Kivell pushes Mafia back into his corner, as Ash picks himself off the mat, taking Flexxx along with him. Ash groans with disappointment, as he wrenches the arm of Flexxx, and lifts him up into the Fireman’s Carry, attempting to throw him over with his Pikaslam. Flexxx, in a fit of desperation, slides off the back, and lifts up Ash for an attempted Standing Fireman’s Carry of his own, presumably going for The Golden Gun, the Angle Slam into a Diamond Cutter. Ash reverses, the same as Flexxx did before, as he slides off his opponent’s back. With Flexxx dumbfounded, as he thought he had Ketchum, he spins around to continue the attack.  

 

But Ash is there waiting! Ketchum moves Flexxx’s arm out of the way, and he hooks Flexxx around the chest, as he jumps and delivers the Poke Rap! Ketchum falls to the mat, but fails to make a cover, as Flexxx rolls onto his stomach and crawls over towards Mafia.

 

Axis : “Off the Uranage Suplex renamed the Poke Rap, Ash has Flexxx running.”

 

King : “If Ash was really smart, he’d go for the pin. Mafia would just break it up anyhow… There’s STILL no way Ash can win.”

 

The fans chant for Ash as Misty leads them on, and as Ash pulls himself up with the help of the ring ropes, Flexxx makes the tag to Mafia. Once again the advantage comes into play, as Mafia out of the gate, chases after Flexxx and delivers a kick with the toe of his boot to the ribs of Ash. Ash grimaces in pain, as Mafia then drops with a knee, his knee brace, which he uses as a legal weapon more or less, rakes across the forehead of Ash. Mafia stands beside Ash with an evil smirk on his face, as he looks towards Misty and begins to thrust.

 

Axis : “Oh c’mon. That has no place. Just try to win the damn match, Mafia!”

 

King : “Hilarious.”

 

With Ash getting up to his feet, Mafia keeps his attentions turned towards Misty, and with a reach up with his forearm, Ash Low Blow’s Mafia! Conveniently missed by idiot Matthew Kivell, Mafia jumps up and down in extreme pain, as Ash stands up and reaches behind Mafia, hooking his arms and going for the Backslide. With Mafia’s shoulders pinned, Ash keeps a tight hold, as Kivell counts, and Flexxx runs to break it up.

 

“ONE”

 

“TWO”

 

“THREE!”

 

**DING! DING! DING!

 

Axis : “MAFIA’S OUT! I knew that Rick Rude act would get him into trouble one of these days!”

 

King : “WHAT! Ash’s Low Blow was completely illegal! I demand retribution! Edwin?”

 

Edwin : “Huh? I must have had something in my eye.”

 

King : “You…!”

 

Axis : “Ash did what he had to. In any case, it’s down to just Ash Ketchum and Flunkmasta Flexxx now.”

 

The fans let out a scream as the hated Mafia is taken away by security up the ramp, screaming and kicking along the way. Meanwhile, Flexxx stands on the apron, looking up the ramp with a look of puzzlement on his face, at the antics of his tag partner. With Flexxx distracted, Ash comes up and grabs him by the head, pulling him up and over the top rope. Flexxx stands, and Ash hooks the arm, throwing him over with an Armdrag. Flexxx comes to a stand, and he catches Ash running in, nailing him with a Dropkick. Ash bounces back up, and Flexxx clutches his arm, pulling and whipping him into the ropes. Flexxx goes for a Roundhouse Kick, ducked by Ash. Ash recoils off the frontside ropes nearest the camera now, and he dodges a knee raised by Flexxx. Ash floats over behind Flexxx, and he pulls Flexxx over with a School Boy Rollup, kicked out of by Flexxx right off the bat. Flexxx jumps up, and knocks Ash over with a Shoulder Block. With a turn, Flexxx takes a charge towards the ropes nearest the announcers, as Ash lays flat on the mat. Flexxx jumps up and over, and continues onto the other side, bouncing off once again. Ash anticipates more of the same, as he attempts a leap frog, but Flexxx comes to a slow run, as he catches Ash on his shoulders, driving him into the mat with a Falling Powerbomb.

 

Axis : “Action has picked up once again, as we’ve had more of the same which we’ve seen at the very beginning of this match, which saw Ced and Mafia take an early exit.”

 

King : “Despite the great injustice done unto Mafia, Flexxx SHALL come through and make Ash pay. Care to make another wager, Edwin?”

 

Edwin : "You still suck, King. Ash WILL come through. You're on."

 

Off the powerbomb, Ash’s back clenches together, as he rolls off the mat and comes to a stand. Flexxx is there to meet him head on, as he borrows a page from Ced Ordonez and Dropkicks Ash right in his left knee, worked on by Mafia earlier in the match. Ash grabs at his leg, as Flexxx attempts to turn Ash over for the Ankle Lock. With a few swift kicks, Flexxx lets go, and Ash comes to a stand on one leg, hanging onto the ropes. With a shot across the face, Flexxx takes a step back and measures up Ash, before charging forward with a Clothesline. Ash ducks, and Flexxx hangs onto the top rope, before tumbling up and over to the outside. With his back turned, Flexxx is unaware of Ash sneaking up from behind, preparing to wrap Flexxx up in a Tazmission. With some last bits of strength, Ash picks Flexxx up off the ground, for as long as he could, before dropping Flexxx in an Atomic Drop. While Ash rolls Flexxx over for a pin, an unwelcome guest makes his way back into tonight’s proceedings, as the one and only Mafia, charges out onto the stage and down the ramp, still held back by security and SJL personnel. Kivell turns away and focuses on being a last barrier should Mafia get through. The crowd chants what the count SHOULD be, as Ash lays acrosst Flexxx. With Ash wondering what’s going on, he looks up at the commotion, only to see Ced Ordonez running out to put a stop to Mafia’s madness. Ced beats Mafia back up the ramp, and Ash turns back towards his opponent. As he does, Flexxx pushes up on Ketchum’s chest, driving him back into the mat with a Sky High! Ketchum’s chest and back seemingly collapse, and Flexxx stands to criss-cross the legs of Ash around his own, turning him around and locking in the Sharpshooter!

 

Axis : “Sharpshooter! Sharpshooter out of the Sky High!”

 

With Ash’s knee seeming tearing, he tries to get to the ropes, as Flexxx progressively pulls him back to the center of the ring. Ash slaps the mat once!

 

But Misty continues to cheer him on and get crowd support.

 

ASH SLAPS THE MAT TWICE!

 

The fans chant.

 

ASH SLAPS THE MAT THREE TIMES!

 

**DING! DING!DING!

 

King : "Pay up, MacPhisto."

 

Funyon : “Your Winner, by Submission…The team of MMAAAFIA and Flunkmasta FLEXXX!”

 

“Born As Ghosts” by RATM hits, and the the fans erupt as Flexxx rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp, as Misty checks on Ash Ketchum.

 

Axis : “A BIG win by Mafia and Flexxx, as they overcome the collective unit of Ced Ordonez and Ash Ketchum! Tune in to SJL Metal, to see what fallout may occur. For Edwin MacPhisto, and Suicide King, I’m Axis….”

[Guest crusen86]

Opening promo: Tom Flesher says how great he is.

 

SINGLES MATCH

Vanguard vs. Kojack

WINNERL Johnny Generic

 

NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH

"Deathwish" Danny Williams © vs. Tod deKindes

WINNER: Double Count Out (Williams' Match)

 

"WINDOW PAIN" MATCH

Frost vs. T-Bone

WINNER: Frost

 

RETURN MATCH WITH, OHHH, A LIIIITTLE BIT OF HISTORY

Jacob Helmsley vs. Sydney Sky

WINNER: Sydney Sky (Jake's Match)

 

MAIN EVENT

ELIMINATION TAG MATCH

X-Force 9 (Ash Ketchum & Ced Ordonez) vs. Mafia & Flexxx

WINNERS: Mafia & Flexxx (Despite changing from present to past tense for a paragraph...)