Crimson comments

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Comment way once the entire show is up....

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Eh. I no-showed for the first time in my career. I was egging for JL'er of the week, with TWO Renegade cameos, a pretty awesome tables match on Metal, and an excellent Crimson ma.....oh yeah, I no-showed Crimson. Well, maybe next week, or maybe just runner-up, I dunno. Anyhoo, they haven't been posted yet, but I can just say that I am REALLY looking forward to the Main Event and the European Title match.

 

Snoochie boochies.

 

Edit: Congrats to FROST baby!!!! Wooh! Danno's my main man, but Frosty really deserved this win....he had to get through me to get it.

[Guest Tod deKindes]

Congrats, Frosty. Sorry we didn't get to go at it for the belt, but eh, you got what you wanted

 

Solid show overall, as for me I'm gonna start re-appearing soon.

 

Something is in the works, don't worry...

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

I'd just like to announce my retirement.  When I joined, I thought matches were more judged on inring action, rather than writing and how funny your commentary is.  I'am not a writer or an English major. and I simply cannot compete with the great writers here.  All I can do is a put match together, but even the bookers seem a little perplexed by my character's All Japan style(too much brawling) and his New Japan style(too much wrestling).  And to be honest writing a match lately, has seemed more like school work, rather than writing for fun.  So, I'am out of here. I might return in the future, but I might not.  

 

BTW, to my opponents at Metal.  Take me out with a neck injury, please!

[Guest Tod deKindes]

Ooh ooh, can I take you out in a promo?  

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

Better yet it, make it a leg injury.  So if I do decide to come back, it will make for some interesting matches.

 

Hey Tod, I great idea, I'll pm it to you.

[Guest]

I'm all set to replace Danny as the Cutthroat of the upper/mid-card...

 

But seriously my match won...wait TNT no showed...damnit...wait I knew he was gonna no show. I guess that's why I didn't proof read properly. There were so many errors. Well I'll get to work on my match with Cutthroat. Hopefully it'll turn out better than my last one.

 

Oh yeah, I hope your not serious Danny

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Danny if you're seriously retiring then I'm going to get pissed and stomp on your neck until you retire......wait, you're already doing that.

 

Oh well, you better return within 3 months time Danno, or else I'll hunt ya down and........great idea? Sending to Tod? Don't leave me out! Hehe, seriously though, if it has anything to do with our angle, then please PM it to me also.

 

Snoochie boochies.

 

P.S. Durandal, you are a God. GREAT match.

[Guest Insanityman]

Awesome show, Durandal God-like match. Frost kudos, and to everyone esle kudos.

 

 

About my match, I'm typing it now, my computer's screwy... so I'm taking advantage of GSMS being MIA. So yeah, I guess I can show...

[Guest Sydney_Sky]

Hmm.. should we send our matches elsewhere??

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Geez. i think there should be a rule that every one has to put in AT LEAST ONE comment in on each comments thread. So, to conjer up some commenting....what did everyone think of my little segment in the beginning? I wrote it at 3 in the morning, could you tell? ANY comments on ANY of the matches would be good, because interest in actually reading matches outside of your own sure does seem to be tweening....snoochie boochies.

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

Just a note: I'd like to say that the World Title match was very hard to mark, as Ash wrote a spectacular match, including one of the better endings that I've ever seen. Flesher just beat you out, and Ash, that was truly a great match.

[Guest WrestlingDeacon]

It's hard to find time to read the whole show, but I do try to read as much as I can.

 

Right now I just wanted to express my personal joy at having won the Euro title and to wish Deathwish a happy farwell. It will be horrible to lose you and I am honored to have won the Euro belt off of such a worthy competitor. If the promo thing doesn't come through between you and Tod, could I break your neck or leg in the match for Metal to finish the storyline from my Crimson match?

[Guest Insanityman]

Here's a nice new idea. IL's top five mark-out moments.

 

I'll give it a rating and why, it'll obviously be a 5 (out of 10) or above unless the show sucks!

 

5). Generic wins... Rating: 5 Why? He rules!

 

4). Frost winning with the unexpected Early Winter. Rating: 6 Why?: It was an awesome match in whole, and I really think Frost is the next huge threat to the WF. So he gets this rating, sorry Frost you'd get higher if Durandal didn't have me marking out every second or two.

 

3). Deathwish getting his revenge. Rating: 6.5 Why? Nice way to finish the match, and I've always liked Deathwish so yeah.

 

2). Mew Driver from Ash on Xero on ring bell. Rating: 8.5 Why? This whole match could steal all the spots! But it was a great transition, and Flesher is like a god now.

 

1). Ice Pick across Ash's forehead. Rating: 9.5 Why? It was the coolest thing I've read from the JL in a while. Durandal you fucking rule. But nice description, shows he isn't kidding around with the Clan bit... great stuff.

 

 

Durandal, that truly was a great match. Period, not any JL great match (as in lower) but just a great match. Hey Ash, why don't you post your match?

[Guest realitycheck]

(Note: Cable Modems should never EVER be slow. But they are, and it PISSES ME OFF. Thank You.)

 

Well, I was only going to write some small comments, but since TNT asked for more, I'm proud to ressurect...

 

The Junior League SCUM...

 

Incredibly verbose...

 

Comments of...

 

MILD EYESTRAIN~!

 

Hey, you wanted more. I stopped doing this because I didn't think anyone was fucking reading them. Anyway, off we go!

 

Scott Reid vs. T-Bone

Anytime Jonny picks up a win, you know it's probaby a start to a good show. Moving on...

 

TNT Promo:

Before I get started, I'd just like to say...

 

"TERMINATOR: THE OPERA" Wa'Hahahaha!

"Saving Private Rayn: On Ice!" That would be something...

"SNK: The Musical" I hate you for this, TNT, because it's put the horrible visage of Geese Howard singing Largo, and Mai Shiranui in one of those Madonna Cone Bra things, SINGING. For this, I shall never forgive you! I... Shall... have... my... REVENGE! -cough- moving on...

 

Wow. How nice of Taylor to recap all that has happened in this wonderful angle to the benifit of the attention impaired.(ie:me) Anyway, wow, this angle rules ALL. I hadn't realized how well crafted it was. Fantastic job. The promo was really well put-together too, for something written at 3am. Now that I know what all is going on, I can't wait for he deKindes/TNT blowoff. Oh, and if I were Renegade I'd be detracting points for all of the blatant ass-kissing.

 

"TNT" Taylor Nicholas Thompson © vs. "The Franchise" Mak Francis:

Not all too bad. Even if this wasn't TNT's match, it was a pretty good showing from Francis. ...but yet, TNT keeps his title. Man, how long has he had it? He MUST be getting close to Eclectic's record by now.

 

Sydney Sky vs. Insane Luchador

There isn't a match, and I'm not commenting. Nya, nya. -thbbbbt!-

 

"Deathwish" Danny Williams © vs. Frost

-ahem-

 

Edwin: “Catfish Hunter!”

 

King: “Rollie Fingers!”

 

Edwin: “CATFISH HUNTER!”

 

King: “ROLLIE FINGERS!”

 

The two commentators raise a clenched fist at each other as Axis turns from the scurrying away PA back to his cohorts.

 

Axis: “Don’t you think it’s odd for two wrestling announcers to be discussing baseball in the middle of a show?”

 

Edwin: “Who said anything about baseball? We were discussing which would be the better porn name.”

 

Axis: “Oh…how about Sterling Hitchcock?”

GOLD

 

Aside form the mostly hilarious commentary, the match was very good, too. Congratulations on winning the Euro, Frost. Flexxx and I should be absolutly petrified of facing you on Metal. You are awesome. You rule. You are my God and Idol. Please don't kill me.

 

The New Sound (Flexxx/Mafia) vs. X-Force Nine (Z/Ced Ordonez):

Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUUUUUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!! THAT'S what you guys wrote!? Are you trying to tell me that if I'd written my comedy match, I ACTUALLY COULD OF HAD A SHOT AT WINNING!? Goddamn it! I'LL HAVE MY REVENGE!

 

...

 

Though, it's good to know Crusen probably at least had to think about which match was going to win. For your amusment, my HAIKU of DOOM...

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                    And we are back live

                      From Miami Florida

                    Man is the crowd hot.

 

                      Axis King Edwin

                The commentating gaggle

                    Greet the audience

 

                       

                  'The next match is tag'

                Explains Funyon with a mic

                      As David Bowie

 

                      Hits the stereo

                  Flexxx and Mafia enter

                They are the 'New Sound'

 

                 My God, that name sucks

                  Suddenly, 'Esaka?' kicks

                 In, and the crowd cheers

 

                    Ced and Z appear

               Boy, do they look really good

                 They are not dressed up

                         

                        Fortunetally

             ding ding ding goes the ring bell

                  as the two run down

 

                 The match is starting

             But wait, what the hell is that?

                   It's beingz G0R0!

 

               G0R0 spears Flexxx down

                 But gets hit by Mafia

                And hey, who is that?

 

                     Johnny Generic

          Jumps from the crowd, assisting

                 G0R0 with a punch

 

               He scoop slams Flexxx

            who was already down, but

                  neverminding that

 

                     A bodyslam is

                good enough for Mafia

                Ced covers, one two...

 

                THREE! The connection

                pick up yet another win

                 Are they cool or what?

 

                  Suicide King groans

                 Axis shills for bad cola

                   Edwin says 'panda'

 

                  That's it from my end

             At least I turned in something

                  Let's starwipe to ads

 

Yeah, man, how could something so... artisitic, and... soulful, lose out? Tch, tch...[/sarcasm]

 

Durandal © vs. Xero vs. Ash Ketchum

Blast... Tom rules all. Everthing that can be said has already been said by everybody else, but MAN. That ruled. Tom's told me once that his commentary ai't so great, but I'd say it was pretty good for this match. Fine showing.

 

So there's you freaking comments. HAPPY!? I posted them, everyone better read them, or... WHAM! And I mean it, boy howdy!

 

Oh! And before I forget...

 

THE LINE OF THE NIGHT: "Deathwish wraps a fist on the hard finish of his title belt and thrusts his pelvis vulgarly at Frost." - Frost v Danny Williams.

 

...uh... ...um... ...okay... take that how you will, folks.

 

-Z

Comments-a-go go!

 

...

 

[cringe]...Did I just TYPE that? Eww...

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

"TNT" Taylor Nicholas Thompson © vs. "The Franchise" Mak Francis:

Not all too bad. Even if this wasn't TNT's match, it was a pretty good showing from Francis. ...but yet, TNT keeps his title. Man, how long had he had it? He MUST be getting close to Eclectic's record by now.

Z: Hey, guess what! I'm not booked for this Wednesday, and I am taking two shows off (for personal reasons) after that. So, when I FINALLY make my triumphant return on June 1st, I will have broken the record by about eight days! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Oh yeah, Z I love your comment style, so keep doing it, I read it at least. An no, I WILL NOT stop the blatant 'Gade ass-kissing until I am JL'er of the week! Booya!

 

IL, I also love that little top 5 markout moments system you got going there, I might use that from now on.

 

Peace out. Snoochie boochies.

[Guest Grand Slam]

Allow me to say... "I AM SORRY!!!!!!"

 

When I wrote myself a not to remind me when matches were due, I wrote the day wrong.  I thought they were due Sunday.  My bad.  I sent the match to Crusen so he can add it to the thread.

[Guest Insanityman]

Thanks, TNT. Here's my match which I won't even bother sending. Comments, please,

 

 

(The camera begins its ever-so-famous journey throughout the waves of JL marks. Some with Renegade shirts some dressed up as their favorite star. A rotund man with a stretched out Mafia shirt with bold “New Sound” font on the back, there are the most lovable college ladies who have decided to hold up letters which spell out “Ash Ketchum.” Their is even a guy living in the pass with a Fury shirt on. A final sign of the insane claim of “Insane Luchador ate my first born, and Frost ate the second!” The camera shows a few more fans, the “punks” flip off the camera and the older fans wave excitedly. However, the camera settles to the announcer’s table where Axis’s arms are propped on it, sitting in the middle in the chance of a fight. The kazoo master Edwin fiddles with a kazoo as he sits in his swivel chair relaxed on the far right. On the far left King makes some gripes and rants about how he retired Raynor and he shouldn’t come back.)

 

“Your insane King! Face it, Raynor’s back!” Edwin snaps out dropping the kazoo back on the table pulling him out of slouch mood, “well welcome back to the fabulous Crimson! We’ve had two explosive matches tonight and the night is bound to get better!” Edwin exclaims flashing a famous grin.

 

“Yes! We’ll get to see Ash and Xero bleed like a stout pig who just got slaughtered!” King throws his head back in laughter as he licks his lips as if he could taste the victory.

 

“Durandal might not win… the Clan, the who? The Clan shouldn’t exist in the JL.” Edwin points out now watching Axis stay neutral and fiddling with a click Bic pen.

 

“Don’t be in denial!” King snaps. Axis sighs loudly and King nearly pouts.

 

“Please Brian, shut up.” Edwin asks as his places his elbows on the table his hands in the air as they soon support their head. King snickers having done his real job.

 

“Yes New Sound and team PIL merged together! So later on they’ll face the Z and Ced connection!” Axis advertises excitedly. “But don’t forget about Frost leaving the match making IL and Sky fight each other. Sky won much to IL’s displeases! So now they fight again tonight!”

 

“Also Frost will tear apart Deathwish!” King chimes in.

 

Edwin goes to make some comment but Funyon butts in, “This match is scheduled for one fall and it has no real meaning but to see IL’s ass get kicked… and to see Sky.” Chuckles emit from the crowd.

 

“Umm… yes, we get to see Sky!” King says with approval.

 

“And get to see IL walloped!” Edwin adds in with a grin.

 

“Always a treat.” Axis adds in.

 

The sound of “Bittersweet Symphony” plays by Verge begins to play over the PA. Sydney Sky, in her purple corset (showing off her fit body and a small bellybutton piercing) and vinyl black pants with the combat boots, is seen with a serene smile on her face. Men cheer and whistle and the women show respect for her. Catcalls are made as her face changes to a more serious look and the wonderful display of white, blue, and purple pyro sparkles the stage. “Introducing first the lovely cute and LA born female hero… weighing in at 170 pounds at 5’11” SYDNEY SKKKKYYY!” Cheers erupt from the fans and she high-fives some horny 13 year olds (Author’s note: Shit, I just dissed myself!) who sink into their chairs putting that hand somewhere else. She laughs a light and sweet laugh and she slides into the ring. She gets herself up pausing on her hands and knees showing cleavage towards the announcer’s table. She lets a camera flash then gets up with a wink.

 

“That was for me!” SK cries getting a bit excited. Axis sits up a bit more and Edwin gives a kind of nod. (Meanwhile Sky laughs again).

 

“Now, we’re mesmerized –Axis slaps the staring King in the back of the head- but will Insane Luchador be?” Axis asks.

 

Suddenly a harsh guitar riff enters through the arena and Sky turns around facing the entrance as the lights switch off. “DDIIIIIIIIGGGG!” the scream is heard but so is a high-pitched noise.

 

“V-ZOOOOOOOHHHH!” Edwin on his kazoo going along to Mudvayne’s “Dig.” Laughter echoes and the fans start a “MAC-PH-ISTO!” chant.

 

The lights go back on dimmed down and Insane Luchador, self-dubbed True Plague, stands tall on the ramp. Without this normal entrance he just arches his upper body back and makes a cross with his arm. At this moment black sparks cascade from the top of the IGNtron showering the ramp entrance. Andrew Rickmen gets back to normal position standing there as he raises his right arm in the air. More boos but they are drowned out by explosions of a blood red overwhelm the fans. The red pyro turns to black mixed with red here and they’re (still sparks) coming from the close right and left of the stage. The sparks mix nearly hiding Insane Luchador. They die down for a bit and Andrew Rickmen leaps out of them in a jump. Sparks bounce off flying near the crowd, and he lands on his feet smirking mouthing, “Ta-da” and he walks down the aisle where so many have met their dreams or have lost their chances. Andrew Rickmen grabs the mid rope and pulls himself up a bit, then slides into the ring.

 

The bell explodes as Andrew scrambles to his feet. Sky and Rickmen are squared off in the ring as the no-named official tells the two to engage in battle. Sky lunges forward with the usual grapple attempt but Andrew is able to dodge it and he gets behind Sydney. Sky whirls around to her mistake as Rickmen has a firm right hand grasp on her ponytail! She shrills out in pain and Andrew grabs the back of her head throwing her forward letting go of the ponytail. Sky taken by surprise falls flat on her face to boos, as she quickly gets up recovered. This attempt at the grapple IL complies but underestimates Sky’s immense speed and she shoves Insane Luchador away and hits a spinning wheel kick! The fans cheer as she follows up with a clenched fist and a straight punch to IL’s jaw that a boxer would be proud of. Rickmen staggers backwards and hits the ropes wrapping his arms around them for support. Head hung low, Sky sees the opportunity and leaps into the air ducking her legs in and thrusting them out with force as they slam into Rickmen’s chest! He flips over the top rope and hangs on with the left hooked arm yet it doesn’t stop his head from slamming into the cold concrete! He cries out in pain as his left arm feels like it was snapped like a twig. His eyes water and his vision is dizzy and blurred by the head knock. His limp left arm releases from the ropes. He hits the floor with a thud on his back groaning.

 

“That a b-… girl!” Edwin says marking out.

 

The official walks over to the ropes, checking on IL saying him twitching and he starts the count. Sky gives a chuckle of approval, and she struts around the ring swaggering.

 

The count at four now on the outside (as the cameraman was content on Sky) Andrew Rickmen gets to his knees, then slowly to his feet as he slides into the ring on his belly. Sky lifts her boot into the air and slams it onto the Insane Luchador’s lower back as he shrieks out and rolls away from further damage. He lifts himself to his own feet and then throws his leg into the air as it slams into Sky’s chest. Sydney taken by surprise staggers backwards and Andrew steps forwards clenching both fist and launching a right to her nose then a left to the chin, after that a knee to the gut makes her bend over, Insane Luchador plants his palms of his hands on her back and hop-frogs over her. Sky finally counters Andrew by catching the attempt at another knee. Her hands wrap around the back of his kneecap and she pulls back flinging Plague into the air and he slams into the mat with force. Andrew quickly rolls backwards and onto his feet and the two foes collide in a grapple.

 

“This is like watching a Middle School fight!” Axis whines.

 

“But was the guy a superior Plague?” Suicide King counters asking with a smirk.

 

“Yes, IL is very much like a Plague, he reeks!” Edwin interrupts with a laugh, “huzzah!” He finishes.

 

Sky gets the upper hand and she palm strikes the True Plague in the chin. Andrew jolts backwards grabbing his chin while Sydney leaps into the air her legs wrapped around IL. She pauses as she shows a bit more skin on her chest letting herself hang, but Andrew grabs her waist and pulls her up like a powerbomb! Rickmen drops down letting go, splitting apart his legs as he hits his rear end on the mat in sync with Sky. He throws his skate shoes sloppily on her shoulders, Sky’s eyes flutter open and she looks around the ring. Nothing.

 

No ropes close enough, not enough strength. Her head whines.

 

Meanwhile the official drops to his beer gut and begins the count.

 

ONE! The fans boo for Rickmen.

TWO! Sky thrusts her upper-body upwards and breaks the count.

 

“That was almost close!” Axis points out relieved.

 

Andrew sighs knowing he wouldn’t pin her so quickly, he slowly crawls his body away letting her lay down on the canvas for a second. Soon Sky gets to her senses and Insane Luchador back is turned to her making the cross symbol. Sky gets to her knees, and then gets down in a pouncing like position. She then leaps out and wraps her arms around IL’s waist.

 

“German suplex?” Axis asks.

 

Andrew Rickmen slips out of the hold bending down and slipping away, and IL swings around replicating Sky’s offensive move. With the German Suplex position Andrew lifts her off the ground and goes to throw her back. Making a newbie mistake (though he isn’t a newbie) he releases too early as Sky is only in the fetal fall position for a second. Soon she throws her weight backwards and lands on her feet gracefully with a grin. Andrew realizes his mistake and he back on his own feet as he whips around to confront Sky but is met by her classic spinning wheel kick. The foot slams across his whole entire face. IL falls to the mat slamming hard. His nose, already bent out of shape, starts to trickle a small bit of blood. Sky now becoming impatient stomps on his nose. Rickmen cries out in pain, and he clutches his nose, as blood is seen going down his clamped hands and his sweatshirt soaks it up.  Sky grabs a fistful of IL’s spikes and raises him to his feet. Staggering Andrew throws a wild punch, which Sky ducks with ease. Sky then leaps into the air and wraps her legs around Plague and pulls towards spinning her body hitting a hurricana! IL’s neck once again takes the impact and Andrew is nearly knocked out.

 

“What a move! It’ll all be over soon!” Axis exclaims with glee. Sky then grabs IL by the wrist and drags his limp body by the turnbuckle. Sky then lets go, IL lying horizontal with the turnbuckle. Sky then mounts the first turnbuckle, then the second slowly. She gets to the top turnbuckle and faces the crowd. Giving a bit of a wave to the crowd she bends her knees and leaps into the air twisting all her body weight forward. Performing this holy Senton splash she beams at all the flashes of lights going off but is missing one important element.

 

 

 

IL.

 

Andrew Rickmen is retreated to the opposite corner slouched down with a smirk as he gives a small salute. Sky’s body is now into frog splash position and she slams into the canvas, as it seems to give away. Her body bounces and she assumes a fetal position in pain. Insane Luchador rises to his feet as if this was no big deal, and Sky rolls onto her back moaning in pain.

 

 

“Ummmm…. Moans…” King says with his eyes shut.

 

Andrew Rickmen rolls his hand through his hair and grabs Sky by her nearly destroyed ponytail. Andrew then grapples with the upper hand and kicks Sky in the gut. Then hooking both of her arms Andrew places her head to his side, as he drops. Sky’s head slams hard and her face scrunches into pain. She lays there lifeless as Insane Luchador is back up on his feet. He makes his cross taunt to the announcer’s table where Edwin makes a smart remark yet IL just flips him off. Sydney Sky gets up to her knees woozily, and IL helps her up then gets her in a German Suplex set-up. But instead IL bends his knees and thrusts his groin area into Sky’s rear end.

 

Edwin is baffled as Insane Luchador laughs sadistically acting like he’s faking an orgasm. The lifeless eyes of Sky open up wide as the camera cuts to the crowd with “G0R0 owns J00!” The camera comes back as IL is still thrusting his pelvis area into Sky’s booty.

 

“What…. a…. sick…. bastard….” Axis comments, and Edwin is shocked.

 

Sky now with a new found hate and infuriated throws back her leg hitting IL square in-between the legs. He lets go as boos go to cheers for Sky. Insane Luchador falls to the ground holding his jewels. Sky then has an adrenaline surge, as she picks up Andrew Rickmen by his spiked hair again and grapples. She lets go with her left arm and slams a clenched fist into IL’s chin then with her foe’s guard down goes to set up her next move.

 

 

She then thrashes out her boot into the Insane Luchador’s gut and then she lunges forward hitting a headlock.

 

A small portion of the crowd chants, “SKY SWIRL! SKY SWIRL! clap clap clap clap!” As it catches on very easily throughout the crowd like an out of control forest fire. Edwin even joins in as King yells at them to shut up.

 

Andrew Rickmen in pain in various places but is able to shove Sky off. The chant dies down and IL throws side karate like kick to Sky’s ribs. She falters backwards and Insane Luchador throws an open hand slap across her chest. (A few “WHOOO!” from various fans) and IL hits her with a dropkick. Sky now on the canvas again rolls away as IL just falls forwards like a standing headbutt but IL misses (obviously) as he grunts in pain. Now Sky seeing a chance runs forward and leaps into the air and lands on IL’s back with an elbow. Sky then gets to her feet; grabbing Andrew’s tan cargoes and pulling him near the center of the ring, but close to the ropes in a sense. She performs an unusual task of an abridged STF, she hooks the leg as if the turn part already happen and she laid across Insane Luchador pulling back on his neck. The ref asks Insane Luchador if he wants to tap, but he refuses with a head shake ‘no’.

 

“That’s a trooper!” King says as Edwin groans.

 

A few Insane Luchador haters start to scream, “TAP!” as it also catches on, and Insane Luchador with his free arm raises it in the air… and clenches his fist… extends the middle finger to many boos. Sky applies more pressure and Insane Luchador’s right arm threshes out trying to grab the ropes, it misses and he slowly slides it back. He recoils the arm and nearly hyper-extends it as his hands slam onto the bottom rope. The ref points to it, and Sky sighs with a look of displease and lets go taking her time.

 

“SO CLOSE!” Edwin adds.

 

“Don’t worry Sky has already beat IL!” Axis chimes in.

 

“Fluke. That’s all.” Suicide King mutters.

 

 

Andrew retreats to a corner standing up tall sucking up the pain. As Sky stands much shorter at 5’11” in the middle, the two charges at each other, and IL ducks a clothesline attempt as Sydney whirls around only to be hit by a kick to the gut!

 

“Not the Evenflow DDT!” Edwin cries out.

 

Insane Luchador lunges forward but Sky knew it was coming and dodged out of the way! Sky whirls around throwing her leg out, but IL catches her by the ankle and pulls her in! He knees her and then while she bends down Luchador hits the headlock and drops down and going into the pin!

 

ONE! Boos.

TWO! HUGE boos.

THREE! A huge “YOU SUCK!” drowns out everyone, even Mudvayne’s “Dig” and Funyon.

 

“I don’t believe it!” Axis cries.

 

Insane Luchador gets to his feet, and looks down at Sky; he then cradles her in his arms and settles her on her feet, and raises one arm in the air! The chant stops.

 

He then whirls her around kicking her chest and hitting another Evenflow! Insane Luchador barks out in pleasure and gets up quickly doing the cross taunt. He then barks at the ref who tries to help Sky. He ignores Insane Luchador who grabs him by the back of the neck and tosses him down.

 

“HEY!” Edwin cries out.

Insane Luchador then kicks at Sky until she falls out of the ring as the ref scrambles away.

 

IL is the lone soul in the ring, a very twisted soul.

 

Fade to black.

[Guest crusen86]

Sydney defeats IL. That looks like a solid match though.

[Guest crusen86]

Uh, IL, Stevens said Sydney won by default...

[Guest Grand Slam]

OK, here is the thing.  Yesterday when I jumped online, I quickly realized that the show was posted.  In my inbox, i had an extension request from IL from Saturday afternoon and a match from Sydney.  I thought for a second and assumed that IL had ended up no-showing since it had been over 24 hours since the extension request.  So I sent in Sydney's match.  Then I pop on here and find out that IL posted his match here not too long after I posted that I had erred.

 

I am so confused...

[Guest redbaron51]

*is still wondering why i haven't won a title match yet*

 

Well off to the Superman rollercoaster today, i'm using someone's laptop.

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

Mark, IL did no show.  After the show went up without the Sydney/IL match (yesterday afternoon) IL decided to keep writing to take advantage of your absence.  He then posted his finished match as a losing match once Sydney's was posted, since he didn't finish it in time to make a difference.

 

I think.

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

Rankings Top Ten

 

(A day late since I was waiting on the results of the Sydney/IL match.)

 

#1. Ash Ketchum (51)

#2. Durandal (38)

#3. Sydney Sky (33)

#4. Xero (31)

#5. Insane Luchador (29)

#6. (tie) Flunkmasta Flexxx (28)

#6. (tie) Mafia (28)

#8. Poisyn (26)

#9. Frost (20)

#10. Kojack (15)

[Guest Ace309]

*AHEM*

 

Thanks for all the comments on my match. I'm glad everyone seemed to like it, especially since I was under a lot of pressure. I had to finish it Thursday night, and my marker and opponents were very good about humoring me when I got all excited about going to Kristen309's formal this weekend.

 

And as for the icepick, you can thank Sacred for that. It's a weapon that's very EVIL.

 

Loved the show. Didn't get to read the whole thing in-depth, but it looked very good from what I could see. Mak Francis' match was especially interesting, but for some reason I feel like he does a lot of odd finishes (DQ, double countout - was that him or Reid? Ah well). If that was you, you might be well-advised to start writing victories by fall, Mak.

 

Johnny Generic: 654387263173137731187-0.

 

Hope to see another great show on Wednesday!

 

EDIT: Now that I realize WHY Mak won by DQ, I rescind my previous statement. That was a perfect finish to the match, given the situation.

[Guest Insanityman]

Yeah basically I took advantage of GSMS being missing. I wrote the match, then was ready to send it in but I saw Mark say about giving the match in. So I just posted it for comments and to basically say I gave a damn and tried to put something together.

 

 

It was a no show on my part I guess.

[Guest redbaron51]

I had to finish my match by friday night, and its not even 5000 words. So it wasn't my greatest effort into it.

[Guest redbaron51]

Well here is my match, comment if you like

 

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The much anticipated fans return to their cozy seat here in the National Car Rental Arena in Miami Florida. The red lights of crimson flicker in the arena, as the fans wait to see the next match. The camera pans over the arena, and then focuses on the beloved SJL Commentators.

 

Axis: Main event time folks, can't wait for this match to happen.

 

Edwin: Tom...er I mean, Durandal just won the world title match from Ash Ketchum on Metal. Xero won his number one contendership last week against Jacob Helmsley. Ash has a shot to become a two time champion too. Xero could actually win his first World Title Belt, not too mention his first ever singles belt.

 

King: Last blood match too. Just like a normal blood match, last person not busted open is the winner.

 

Edwin: No DQ's and anything goes, gotta love those no DQ's.

 

Axis: You gotta remember too. Durandal is now part of the clan, and if any clannies are around here in the JL, that could be a factor. Ash Ketchum has X-Force Nine behind him also. Xero, well he has nobody behind him.

 

Edwin: OF COURSE NOT!!! I mean he nearly killed Jacob Helmsley with that inferno match, he clocked me with the mic on Metal. No one should trust Xero now. Xero is a crazy lunatic.

 

King: I remember that, and its probably one of the best things that actually happened in the JL since Durandal won the title, again.

 

Edwin: He's gonna pay for that one day.

 

Axis: Ash is looking for some payback after his loss against the champion, and as Xero well looking for that first World Title.

 

Edwin: Oh he is so gonna pay.

 

King: You gonna force him to bend over while you...

 

Axis: Don't push it King, Edwin is seriously on a verge to kick your ass.

 

King laughs at the comment made by Axis.

 

The lights are shut off in the National Car Rental Arena, as you can't see anything in front of your face. I loud voice is overheard in the speakers. "A light in the dark..." The voice trails off, as a white spotlight is shining at the curtains. "...Or just the, Fear of the Dark!" The voice continues. The dual harmonic guitars by Adrian Smith and Dave Murray of Iron Maiden starts to play, as Xero walks out from the back. Boo's are being heard loudly, as he continues to walk towards the ring, with the spotlight still shining at him.

 

Funyon: First off in this Last Blood match for the SMARKS JUNIOR LEAGUE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!! Making his way to the ring, at a height of six feet and one inch, and weighing in at One Hundred Ninety Nine pounds. From the small town of Port Colborne, Ontario, Canada, the veteran of the JL, he is XERO!!!

 

Fans boo loudly after Funyon introduced Xero. Xero slowly walks up the steel steps taking his precious time. Xero enters the ring, and heads towards the turnbuckles closest to the commentators. One step at a time, Xero stands tall on the turnbuckles, with his arms crossed.

 

Axis: Xero is in his fifth world title match in the JL. Can he pull it off here?

 

Edwin: Damn right he isn't.

 

King: Damn right he is.

 

Edwin: No he is not. He sucks. He's never gonna win. He's never gonna make it to the WF.

 

King: That's because you want Ass Ketchup in Midnight Carnival, because the carnies are weak sissies compared to Da Pound or the Clan.

 

The lights go out again, as "Elevation" by U2 is starting to pump up the crowd. Pyro's flow like a waterfall comes, as a spotlight shines at the curtains again, only to see Ash holding his arms out wide, with Misty wrapping her arms around his waist. Ash twirls around. Misty lets go of Ash, as Ash starts to walk down the ring. Ash suddenly stops, and makes a split finger victory sign high up in the air. A plethora of red fireworks burst into the air, as Ash and Misty continue to walk down the entrance way, high-fiving all the fans that they could.

 

Funyon: Second person into this match. At a height of six feet and five inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty eight pounds. From Pallet Town, but currently resides in Tampa Florida, a member of X-Force Nine, and is accompanied by the lovely Misty. He was a former World Champion, ASH KETCHUM!!!!

 

Fans cheered loudly as Ash is near his home tome in Tampa. Ash climbs up on the apron, and opens the ropes in for Misty. Ash takes off his shirt, as the female crowd cheered wildly to see the ripped Ash Ketchum throws his shirt into the crowd, as some lucky fan grabs his shirt.

 

Axis: Ash looks determined to have that belt around his waist again, and this time for a long time.

 

Edwin: I hope to see Ash win, he was robbed big time.

 

King: Just like Flesher...er... Durandal was robbed when Ash defeated him on Metal a few weeks back.

 

Edwin: What are you talking about you sick...

 

Axis: I should find new commentary for you two.

 

Stabbing Westwards "Darkest Days" is being played, as the camera focuses on the Smarkscreen which shows a pale white background with dark letters in gothic font, saying "SO SAYS THE CLAN..." The fans boo once that appeared on the screen. Durandal walks out wearing his black clan robe, with the SJL Title around his waist. Durandal stops at the entrance way and poses in defiance, with the many fans booing him. Durandal starts to head towards the ring, looking at both his competitors.

 

Funyon: Their opponent for tonight, at a height five feet and ten inches, and weighing in at two hundred thirteen pounds. From Buffalo, New York, he is a member of the clan, and the Smarks Junior League WORLD CHAMPION!!!! He was formerly known as Tom Flesher, he is...DURANDAL!!!

 

Durandal slides into the ring, as the referee Sexton Hardcastle approaches him. Durandal quickly glances at Xero and then a quick look towards Ash Ketchum. Durandal undue his World Belt that was wrapped around his waist. Durandal gently places the world belt in the center of the ring. He kneels over and kisses the belt, as Referee Sexton Hardcastle grabs the belt, and lifts it high in the air, showing what is on stake at this match.

 

King: Durandal?! What kind of name is that?!

 

Edwin: I wouldn't mess with Durandal. I mean he is in the clan, which is the second most powerful group behind-

 

King: DA POUND!!!!

 

King barks like a dog.

 

Edwin: Crazy idiot.

 

Axis: Two men going after one belt. One man hopefully overcome both odds.

 

Edwin: He could be the first one out too, and that automatically means new champion. Unless something freaky happens.

 

Referee Sexton Hardcastle signals for the bell as this World Title Match is underway. All three men stand in the ring, waiting for one person to make the first move. All of them move in a continuos circle. As Ash moves close towards the turnbuckle, Xero and Durandal sprints towards Ash, and start to pummel him down with a plethora of punches. Ash knocked into the corner, as Durandal grabs Ash by his hand, and throws him towards the opposite turnbuckle. Durandal grabs Xero by his wrist, and sends him towards Ash who's in the turnbuckle. Xero charges towards Ash at full speed, and leaping into Ash with a body splash in the corner. Ash falls down on the mat, as Xero slowly turns around to face Durandal. Durandal sprits towards Xero, and quickly jumps at Xero, landing a dropkick towards his knee. Xero goes down hard holding his right knee after that dropkick.

 

Axis: Durandal quickly takes the advantage, and it shows why he is the current champion.

 

Durandal reaches over and grabs Xero by his head. Durandal forces Xero to back up into the ropes. He grabs a hold of the top rope, thrusting his right knee into Xero's abdomen. Xero bends down a bit, as Durandal grabs Xero by his wrist. With all of his might, Durandal violently whips Xero into the turnbuckles. Xero springs off the ropes, as Durandal hooks his right arm with Xero's and sends him over with an arm drag. Xero quickly springs up to his feet, but just to get sent back down with a dropkick by Durandal. Xero rolls out of the ring, as Durandal looks over at Ash. Struggling to get up to his feet. Durandal bends over to grab Ash by his head. Ash quickly throws a snap punch at the ribs of Durandal. Durandal jolts back a bit, as Ash continues to throw Jabs at the ribs of the World Champion. Ash quickly rises to his clutching his right hand in a fist, knocking back the Champion right against the ropes.

 

Axis: Mr. Ketchum has the momentum shifted towards him.

 

Ash throws the champion towards the ropes. Durandal charges towards Ash, as Ash lifts the champion up off his feet, spins around and slams him down on the ground with the Powerslam.

 

Edwin: POWERSLAM!!!

 

King: Remember folks, no pin falls allowed in the last blood match. If you draw blood, your gone.

 

Durandal is holding his back after that Powerslam. The camera quickly focuses on Xero looking underneath the ring. He reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a trash can with a trash lid inside the bin. Xero grabs the trash lid out of the bin, and throws the Trash Can in the ring. Xero also throws the Trash lid in the ring, as it hits the back of the leg of Ash.

 

Axis: Xero is using some extra accessories in this world title match.

 

King: Easiest way to bust somebody open is to use a weapon.

 

Edwin: I just hope Xero gets busted open first, and I want to see the blood gush out of his head, dripping down his face.

 

King: You really loathe Xero don't you. You are trying to be like me.

 

Edwin: If I was trying to be like you, my IQ will be lower.

 

King: And if you were trying to be like me, you had to hold the World Title Belt.

 

Xero grabs a hold of a stop sign and gently slides the stop sign in the ring. He climbs up the ring apron, as Ash Ketchum rushes towards Xero, and knocks him off the ring apron with a brutal forearm. Xero falls right on to the announcers table.

 

Axis: INCOMING!!!

 

Edwin: Xero just crash landed right in front of us.

 

Ash looks on, seeing Xero lying down on the ground, up against the announcers table. Durandal is leaning up against the ropes, as Ash looks on towards Durandal. Mr. Ketchum sprints across the ring, as he extends his arm out wide, and knocking the World Champion, Durandal out of the ring. Ash stands in the ring all by himself as he gently raises his arms in the air. The crowd reacts, as a huge "XF9" chant is being heard in the National Care Rental arena. Misty looks on proud of Ash is in the ring, by himself.

 

Axis: Ash cleaning house folks, could this the same result at the end of the match?

 

King: No.

 

Edwin: Quick answer by the dumbass.

 

Ash slides out of the ring and grabs Durandal by his head. Ash grabs the black hair of Durandal, and walks over towards the steel steps. He forcefully drives the head of the newest clan member, Durandal right on the steel steps. Ash still holds Durandal by his head, and throws his head down again on the steel steps. Referee Sexton Hardcastle looks at Durandal to see if he has been busted open. Sexton shook his head indicating no blood has occurred.

 

Axis: Durandal is still in the match. Ash is really punishing the champion, after Durandal won the belt on Metal.

 

Xero uses the table to aid himself up on to his feet. Xero shakes his head, still dizzy after that brutal fall. Durandal is laying against the steel steps while Ash is just putting the boot into the chest of Durandal numerous amounts of times. Ash picks up the champion by his head, and guides him into the steel guard rail. Durandal nails the guard rail with his back, screaming in pain, as Xero slowly walks over between the scuffle of the two men. Ash sees Xero walking towards him. He charges towards the veteran. As Ash approaches Xero, Xero makes a swift kick towards the stomach of Ash. Xero throws Ash's right arm behind the head, and grabs a hold of Ash Ketchum's tights. Xero quickly throws Ash in the air, with the Snap Suplex, as Ash lands hard on his back. Durandal walks on over, as both Durandal and Xero stomp on the chest of the X-Force Nine leader. Misty can not see her husband getting the snot kicked out of him.

 

Axis: Durandal and Xero really do not like Ash, and they are double teaming up on him.

 

King: Good...I don't want to see Ash as a champion again. He is the worst champion of all time.

 

Edwin: He only held it for a week.

 

King: And he couldn't even defend it.

 

Edwin: Tom...I mean Durandal only held the belt for a show. That's it.

 

Xero grabs Ash by his head and rolls him into the ring. Xero slides into the ring, and grabs the trash lid that was lying on the mat. Xero smashes the trash lid over Ash's back. Ash holds his back, as Xero smashes his back a numerous amounts of times. Misty starts to cry as her love, Ash is getting beaten to death.

 

Edwin: This is assault!

 

Axis: Looks like Xero has already lost his temper taking out the leader of X-Force Nine.

 

King: Xero is sorta regenerated into this new blood type thingy.

 

Edwin looks puzzled.

 

Axis: I do not understand what you are trying to say Suicide King.

 

King: Never mind.

 

Durandal slides into the ring, as he grabs Ash by his head, and lifting him up to his feet. Durandal locks Ash arms behind his back in a Tiger Suplex hold. Xero still has the trash can in his hand, as Ash just has his head down. Xero charges towards Ash at full speed, lifting the trash lid over his face. Ash ducks down, as Xero swings and clocks the World Champion Durandal right on the forehead.

 

Axis: A mistake by Xero, knocking down Durandal. Durandal has not been busted open yet.

 

Edwin: Durandal will payback Xero in a way, that if he is still conscience.

 

Xero's in shock after clocking the World Champion, instead of Ash. Xero slowly turns around, as Ash grabs Xero by his throat. Xero panicking as he is being set up for the chokeslam. Mr. Ketchum hoists Xero up off the mat, as the strength of Ash keeps the lightweight Xero in the air for a bit. Ash drives Xero down, as his back lands right on the trash can, squishing the trash can in half.

 

Axis: CHOKESLAM RIGHT ON TO THE TRASH CAN!!!!

 

King: Neither of Ash's opponents are getting up, but neither of them are busted open.

 

The fans start to chant "SJL" in the National Car Rental Arena, as Ash leaves the ring. He heads towards the commentary table, as he rips out the TV sets, and all the other crap that is on the table.

 

Axis: Ash looking for some more damage, probably towards Durandal or Xero.

 

Edwin: Hey Ash be careful. What you have can be a weapon against you also.

 

Durandal and Xero lie in the ring looking straight up into the rafters. Ash heads back to the ring, and walks up to the body of Durandal who is leaning up against the bottom rope. Ash stomps on the ribs of Durandal, as he grabs the champion by his head. Mr. Ketchum grabs the bottom rope, pulling it down, and throws the World Champion out of the ring. Ash gets out of the ring also, and grabs the champ by his head. Ash with Durandal by his side, thrusts Durandal's head on to the table. No blood yet. Ash again smacks the champs head on the table again, hoping Durandal would bleed, but nothing happens. Ash smacks Durandal on the table again, but no sells the table shot. Ash looks shocked, as he drives the head of Durandal on to the table, but Durandal just seems to get some more strength into him. Durandal grabs Ash's head instead, and drives his head onto the table. Ash falls down on to the ground, as the world champ lifts Ash up to his feet, and rolls him up to the announcers table. Durandal soon follows, as both men are up on the table.

 

Edwin: Uh...be careful guys, someone can get hurt.

 

King: Isn't that the point. Too see men bust their asses, spill some blood and make people entertain.

 

Edwin: Uh...

 

Axis: Yes.

 

Durandal stands tall up on his feet, as he places Ash's head between both of his legs. Durandal reaches down and grabs Ash around his waist, lifting him up in the air. Ash's head hangs dangerously low towards the table, as his feet are dangling in the air. Durandal sits down and does a Piledriver on to the table, causing the table to snap into pieces.

 

Axis: HOLY!!! Durandal just took the life of Ash with that brutal Piledriver!

 

King: I think Durandal just hurt him self also.

 

Both Durandal and Ash are lying down on the ground in the wreckage of the table. Blood is starting to show from Ash Ketchum's forehead, and starts to drip onto his forehead. Referee Sexton Hardcastle walks on over towards the two men and sees that Ash Ketchum has drawn the first blood in this match. Referee Sexton Hardcastle tells the motionless Ash Ketchum that he is out of the match. Misty runs over towards her husband, seeing that Ash has blood coming down his face. Misty bends over, revealing some cleavage.

 

King: Ummmm.....Tasty *starts drooling*

 

Axis: Ash is the first one out. Only the World Champion Durandal and Xero are the last two people in the match.

 

Edwin: Damn it Ash!

 

Xero stands up in the ring, not knowing what's going on. He looks over to see Misty walking along side Ash which he has blood on his forehead. Xero sees the wrecked table with Durandal standing up on his feet with the referee talking towards the champion. Xero slides out of the ring, and walks over towards the World Champion, Durandal. Xero looks Durandal in the eye, and gives him a quick slap in the face.

 

Axis: Xero is being a little cocky here, he does not want to make a mistake here tonight folks.

 

Xero grabs the champion by his black hair, and lifts him up to his feet. Xero grabs the champion's wrist, and whips him towards the steel turnbuckle. Durandal runs right into it, face first, sending the champion down on the ground. Xero walks up to Durandal, and reaches over to lift up the champion to his feet. Xero rolls the champion inside the ring, as Xero looks under the ring again, but finds nothing he needs. The artist formerly known as Tom Flesher gets up to his feet, while Xero stands up to his feet. Xero slides into the ring, only to get stomped on. Xero lies down on the canvas chest first, as the World Champion, Durandal grabs the arm of Xero, and pulls him up to his feet. Xero standing up dazed and confused, as Durandal throws the competitor into the ropes. Xero recoils off the ropes, as Durandal drives the palm of his hand right into the chest of Xero. Xero gets knocked back a bit, but still stands on his feet, holding his chest. Durandal runs towards Xero, lifting up his leg towards the chest of Xero, and sends him down with a Yakuza Kick. Xero falls down to the canvas like a bag of potatoes.

 

King: This is why Durandal is the champion. He can dominate the match in an instant, and inflicting pain amongst them.

 

Durandal is slowly making his way towards the turnbuckles, as he is taking his precious time. One step at a time, Durandal climbs the turnbuckles, facing towards the crowd. Xero slowly gets up to his feet, and seeing that Durandal has his back turned against Xero. Xero staggers to his feet, and moves towards the World Champion, Durandal who is standing tall on the top turnbuckle. Xero joins his hands together, and nails a double ax handle right on the spine of the clan member. Durandal leans forward on the turnbuckle. Xero grabs a hold of the World Champion, and places him on the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd. Xero taking his precious time as well, starts to climb up the turnbuckle too. Xero locks in a full nelson on the World Champion, as Xero climbs up to the top turnbuckle also, facing towards the crowd.

 

Axis: I do not like what I am seeing here. Two of our best wrestlers in the JL is up really really high.

 

Xero looks back at the mat, not sure if he wants to do this stunt. He realizes that its all or nothing in this match. Xero falls off the turnbuckles with Durandal with him. Xero lands on his back, while Durandal lands on his upper back, after that Dragon Superplex.

 

Axis: UNBELIEVABLE!!! I've never seen such a dangerous move in my life.

 

Edwin: A Dragon Superplex. Very rare move ever to bee seen. Its only been done a few times, and it is very dangerous indeed.

 

Neither men is seem to be moving. Referee Sexton Hardcastle checks up on the two wrestlers in the ring. The Miami fans has been chanting "holy shit!" since the Dragon Superplex by Xero.

 

Axis: Lets look at that Dragon Superplex again on the replay.

 

*shows replay footage*

 

Axis: Durandal was very lucky folks, he almost landed on his neck. That is a sick bump.

 

King: Indeed it was.

 

Still Xero or Durandal has not budge after that horrendous Dragon Superplex. Sexton is not sure what to do, as both men look high up in the rafters. The Miami fans start to chant for Xero, but neither men has even made an attempt to get up to their feet. Xero is slowly moving towards the turnbuckles, while the champion is still laying down on the ground. Xero backs himself up into the corner, leaning up against the bottom turnbuckle. Durandal is still unconscious though. Xero grabs the top rope, and lifts himself up to his feet. Xero walks unco-ordinate towards the body of Durandal. As he reaches Durandal, Xero grabs the champion by his arm, pulling him up to his feet. Xero backs the champion up into the turnbuckles.

 

Edwin: Once you are in the turnbuckles, it is very hard to gain any momentum what so ever.

 

Xero connects with a few kicks towards the kidney's of Durandal. Durandal barely even moving, as Xero grabs a hold of his arm, and throws the champion into the adjacent turnbuckle. Durandal hits the turnbuckle with his back, as Xero rushes over towards the champion as fast as he could. Once Xero got near the champion, Durandal grabs a hold of Sexton Hardcastle, and pulls him into the turnbuckle. Durandal rolls out of the way, as Xero does a body splash into the corner against the referee. Referee Sexton Hardcastle goes down, as he lays down on the canvas motionless.

 

Axis: No referee anything can go now!

 

King: Uh...Axis. This was a no disqualification match, anything can go.

 

Axis: Right!

 

Xero turns around, as the world champion, Durandal quickly kicks Xero right in the stomach. Mr. Simon bends over, holding his gut as the champion, locks in a front face lock on Xero. Durandal raises Xero's behind the head of Durandal. Durandal grabs a hold of Xero's tights, and lifts him up into the air. Durandal has Xero high in the air for a few seconds, and then drops the challenger right on his upper back with the brainbuster.

 

Edwin: Nice high impact Brainbuster by the champion.

 

Xero holding his head after the brainbuster, while the champion is standing tall on his feet. Referee Sexton Hardcastle is still out, as Durandal waits patiently for Xero to get back up to his feet. Xero grabs the middle rope, pulling himself up to his feet. Though Xero has his back turned against the champion, Durandal walks up from behind and grabs Xero around his waist. Durandal lifts up Xero high in the air, and drops Xero on the upper back with the Backdrop Driver.

 

Axis: The dreaded Backdrop Driver. One of Durandal signature moves.

 

Xero lying motionless as Durandal grabs the bald head of Xero, slowly lifting him up to his feet. The camera changes towards the entrance way as...

 

Axis: ITS FLEXXX!!!

 

Edwin: What does he want?

 

King: Dunno, but he's got a chair with him though.

 

Flexxx slides into the ring with the steel chair in his hand. Durandal turns around, only to eat steel from the brutal chair shot by Flexxx. The Miami fans cheer like crazy as the clansman gets belted.

 

Axis: Flexxx with that chair shot, that knocked the champion right out.

 

Edwin: He's busted open!!!

 

Flexxx slides out of the ring, and ducks below the ring apron so the ref can not see. Durandal has blood gushing out of his skull, that is driving down his face. Xero slowly gets up to his feet as he looks to see Durandal covered in his own blood. Xero is even more confused on what just happened. He proceeds towards the body of Durandal, as Xero slowly lifts Durandal up to his feet. Referee Sexton Hardcastle still not refocused yet, as Xero backs the champion into the turnbuckles. Xero grabs the champion's arm, and proceed to whip Durandal into the opposite corner. Durandal counters, and sticks out his arm, knocking Xero down with a ferocious clothesline that nearly took his head right off his body.

 

King: I think I just saw Xero's head in the fifth row.

 

Durandal walks towards the stop sign, and grabs a hold of it. He walks back towards Xero who is lying on his back looking up into the rafters. Durandal stands over top of Xero with the stop sign swaying overtop of his skull. As Durandal raises the stop sign high in the air, Referee Sexton Hardcastle sees that Durandal's face covered in blood, and signals for the bell.

 

*DING. DING. DING.*

 

The bells Xero waited for a long time...Bells of victory in becoming a champion.

 

Edwin: NO! NO! NOT LIKE THIS!!!

 

Axis: Durandal was robbed out of his title.

 

King: Xero finally wins the world title.

 

Durandal looks at the referee with a frustrated look. Flexxx grabs a hold of Xero by his arm, and drags his ass out of the ring. Durandal drives the stop sign into the mat, leaving it stuck in the mat. Xero falls out of the ring, as Flexxx rushes over to grab the Smarks Junior Heavy Weight Belt from Funyon, and gives the World Title belt towards the newly crowned champion, Xero!

 

Funyon: Your winner, and new Smarks Junior League World Heavy Weight Champion!!! XERO!!!!

 

Flexxx lifts Xero up to his feet, and places the World Belt into the right hand of Xero. Flexxx raises Xero's hand high in the air, as both of them walk up to the entrance way. "Fear of the Dark" by Iron Maiden is being played, as both Flexxx and Xero raise the arms high in the air. Durandal is livid as he is pacing back and forth, shouting and cursing towards referee Sexton Hardcastle.

 

Edwin: I always thought that Xero would win clean.

 

Axis: What's with this friendship between the Flexxx and Xero? Is Xero now with this "New Sound" group, or does Flexxx have some beef against the former world champion Durandal? What ever it is though, Metal should sound good.

 

King: Well you gotta admit though, Xero finally did win that World Heavy Belt he has been searching for, for his whole JL career.

 

Axis: That is a good point King.

 

Edwin: More controversy at the world title scene, as we just saw three new champions on three different shows. Damn it. Xero should never win this match.

 

Mixed emotions are filled in the air right now, seeing Xero as champion, but not Ash. Xero is still out on the entrance way though, lifting his world title belt high in the air.

 

Axis: Durandal looks for some revenge on Metal probably and some heads are gonna roll. I'm Axis saying so long for Suicide King and Edwin MacPhisto...saying so long!

 

Xero walks towards the back, as the show fades to black.