SJL Crimson, June 9th

June 10, 2002

SJL Crimson - Sunday, June 9th

Live from Baltimore Arena in Baltimore, MD

Hardcore Handicap Match

CIA & Cuttroat vs Mike Van Siclen

- On Metal, MVS attacked CIA for some reason or another, you'll have to read that show to find out. Edwin likes it when the JL gets new talent, so he takes offense when they get beat up on their second day. So, to punish MVS, Edwin has booked him in this hardcore match with CIA, except CIA gets a partner, while MVS must go it alone.

Match Description - DQ and count-out rules are NOT in effect. Falls MUST take place inside the ring. All 3 men are in the ring at one time as CIA and Cuttroat are not required to tag in and out.

Three-way Match

Impact vs. Thor vs. Fugue

- Thor defeated Impact on Metal, while Fugue took a loss to the impressive newbie CIA. As all three men here are still trying to get their feet wet and win over the SJL fans, on Sunday, they will square off against one another in a 3-way matcup. Will Thor continue his winning ways to make it 2 in a row and impress the higher ups? Or will Fugue or Impact show that his win was a fluke, and walk away with the W?

Match Description - DQ and count-out rules are in effect. All three men are in the ring at once. Pinfalls, submissions, and KOs must happen in the ring.

Singles Match

#1 Contendership to the European Championship

"TNT" Taylor Nicholas Thompson vs "Insane Luchadore" Andrew Rickmen

- Finally, after what seemed like a eternity, TNT lost the TV title to Mak Francis on Metal. To reward his long reign as champion, Edwin is giving him a shot at the European title, currently held by Frost, but he must go through the veteran Rickmen to get there.

Match Description - DQ and count-out rules are in effect. Falls MUST take place inside the ring. The winner will take on Frost for the European Title on Metal

Six-Man Tag Team Match

X Force 9 (Ced Ordonez, Z) & Tod deKindes vs. sWo (Flexxx, Poisyn) & Mak Francis

- In a huge event on Metal, the impressive newcomer, Mak Francis, used the help of the sWo (formerly New Sound), Flexxx and Poisyn, to win the TV title from TNT. Has Francis joined the group, finally making them a stable? Or was it just a one time thing? Well, he'll team up with the sWo, lead by returning WFer Chris Wilson, to take on X Force 9 and Tod deKindes, and maybe we'll find out if Francis has in fact joined this new faction for good, or not. With Chris Wilson at ringside, who knows what kind of devious plan may be set into action. Will the former SWF World Champion let his boys play fair? Will he do anything to help them win? Or is there some bigger plan in the works from the evil mastermind? The possibilities are endless when you put the SJL's 2 top stables, and the evil genius of Chris Wilson in the same place at the same time. This matchup is a DON'T MISS!

Match Description - DQ and count-out rules are in effect. Falls MUST take place inside the ring. Only 2 men are allowed in the ring at one time.

45-Minute Iron Man Match

For the SJL World Heavyweight Title

Sydney Sky vs. "Deathwish" Danny Williams

- On Metal, Williams won his chance to face Sydney by defeating both Z and Ced Ordonez. Now he gets his shot, but here in the JL, you don't just get shots...you gotta work to win the title. So Syd and Williams will fight it out in an iron man match that's sure to keep the crowd jumping, and make up for a short card.

Match Description - DQ and count-out rules are in effect. Falls MUST take place inside the ring. There is a 45-minute time limit on the match. At the end of the time limit, the person with the most falls to their credit wins. Falls include pins, submissions, KOs, DQs, and countouts. After every fall, there is a ten second rest period, counted aloud by the ref, before the match continues.

June 10, 2002

The cameras fade in, ready to kick off another night of tremendous wrestling action on SJL Crimson, and the viewers at home are treated to the obligatory crowd sweep, picture stopping to show off a few signs written by particularly devoted fans seeking mere seconds of glorious television fame. “Tod Dekindes, Snowman Slayer!” “M-V-S is an A-S-S” and, finally, “This is a tribute to the greatest sign in the world!”

The view suddenly changes, a shot of our three intrepid announcers, seated behind the announce desk, Axis already looking like he wishes he were anywhere else, while King and Edwin are fighting over a bottle of polish, Edwin holding his SWF title belt in his free hand, King holding a bronze bust of his own head.

Spotting the camera, Axis smiles, and begins his announcing duties, his compatriots looking a bit embarrassed as they hide the items in their hands under the desk, smiling into the camera. “Ladies and gentleman, I am Axis, and joining me as always are the Suicide King and Edwin Macphisto, for another exciting edition of SJL Crimson! And we are live, ready for our first match, here in the Baltimore Arena!”

Suicide King laughs, and turns towards the other two announcers with a smirk. “I bet Edwin doesn’t even know what city that makes this. But nevermind that, up next we have a one sided, brutal, unfair asskicking!”

Edwin nods his head, quite in agreement. “That’s right, due to fantastic booking, our first match of the night is a hardcore handicap things, to get things off to a rousing start! And I do too know, King. The Baltimore arena is in the latest suburb of Balti!”

Taking a moment to wrap his brain around that, Axis shrugs, and gives us the ever-important details of the upcoming matchup. “That’s right, it will be a dangerous affair, as C.I.A. and Cutthroat take on the man who attacked them on Metal, Mike Van Siclen. And if MVS isn’t careful….”

Cutting Axis off, Suicide king seems a bit shocked. “Woah, woah, woah! This is a one sided affair because Mike Van Siclen is going to take these two apart!”

Axis replies, a bit shocked himself. “Are you sure you read your card, King? It’s two on one, in a hardcore match, all three men in the ring at one time. What makes you think MVS is going to do so well?”

King smirks as he delivers his never-failing prediction. “Simple, Axis. C.I.A. is a rookie, who only won his first match thanks to what was obviously a fast count, and I doubt he’s a very hardcore individual.”

Edwin smiles, ready with an argument for the king, as always. “Yeah, but it’s not a singles match, King. Or are you getting so senile in your old age that you’ve forgotten that?”

King shakes his head, not deterred in the least. “Yeah, but when’s the last time CUTTHROAT won anything?”

While Edwin stammers, axis turns to the camera once more. “Well, perhaps Cutthroat is due for a win. And you certainly can’t argue with the impressive debut of C.I.A. Let’s go to Funyon, and get this match underway!”

The cameras cut to the ring, where Funyon is looking dapper as usual, raising the mic, and announcing the first match of the evening. “Laaaadddiiieess and geeennnttlllleeemmeeennn! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is under HARDCORE RULES!” While the crowd pops for the mention of undoubted brutality to commence, the lights shift, arena alight with a dim red glow, and the Smarktron flickers to life, Canadian flag billowing in the wind. Those stirring first words ring through the arena, followed by a loud explosion, red pyro bursting on stage, glittering points of red fluttering back down from above as C.I.A. and Cutthroat emerge from behind the curtain, much to the fans delight.

Suspended between the two grapplers is what appears to be a child’s sandbox, molded of hard plastic in the novel shape of a beaver. The cameras catch a glimpse as Funyon continues his spiel, showing a stack of weapons, everything from chairs and steel pipes to hockey sticks, and a cooler, open, full up with ice cold Canadian beer.

“Introducing first, at a combined weight of 451 pounds, Cutthroat, and C.I.AAAAA!!!!”

The fans cheer aloud once more as Cutthroat and C.I.A. set the sandbox outside the ring, at one corner, each man grabbing a bottle of beer and sliding into the ring, arms raised high in the air.

Axis: The fans here love these two, and they want to see Mike Van Siclen destroyed tonight!

King: Well then, they’ll be disappointed, cause MVS is gonna leave these two in a pool of blood, after a couple brutal shots from that sledgehammer of his. Just wait, the King is never wrong.

Edwin: Really? What about the time you picked up that hooker who turned out to be a…

Luckily, Edwin’s next words are cut off by a roaring sea of boos as three words ring out from the arena speakers.

"Light me up…"

The pumping beats of "Light Me Up" by Cassanova 419 begin to echo throughout the arena as the lights go down! The crowd explodes with a sea of boos in expectation of the SJL superstar about to walk down the ramp…

"Come on, come on, come on, LIGHT THAT FUCKER UP!"

BOOM!

A shower of white pyro goes off atop the entrance ramp as it illuminates a figure atop the entrance ramp, arms outstretched in a "come-and-get-me" gesture. A blue spotlight shines upon him as he turns back to the entrance for a second, retrieving a shopping cart filled to the brim with weapons, and his trusty sledgehammer. Shoving the cart ahead of him, he holds the hammer high and the crowd boos once more, Funyon’s announcement barely heard over the negative rush of heat.

”Ladies and gentlemen, now making his way to the ring, weighing in at 237 pounds, the Amazin' one, MIIIIIIKKE VA-AN SIIIIIIIIIIIC-LEEEEEEEN!"

King: Looks like MVS isn’t going to come to battle unprepared either, and you know he’s got to be mad, his two opponent disrespecting this challenge by having a BEER in the ring before the match!

Axis: I must admit, it does seem an odd idea with such a dangerous opponent as the amazin’ one. And all three men have come to the ring ready for an all out war.

Edwin: I hope none of them come over here and try to use my shiny championship belt as a weapon. I wouldn’t want to ruin the polish. I just got the stench off of it from when King was champ.

Sledgehammer in hand, Van Siclen charges the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, pointing at Cutthroat and C.I.A., yelling something about their disrespect. Both men laugh, and tap their beer bottles together as the bell rings to signal the beginning of the match. Not unexpectedly, MVS charges, hammer poised to swing, but both men turn quickly and crash the bottles in their hands over MVS’s head, causing him to go crashing to the mat under an explosion of glass and amber liquid. Dragging their opponent to his feet, they whip him hard to the ropes, Cutthroat taking a moment to kick the fallen sledgehammer away to the ring apron, the Canadian catching Van Siclen with a hard knee to the midsection, doubling him over. Turning around, Cutthroat wraps one arm around the amazin’ one’s neck, the other hand grabbing the top of his tights. C.I.A. does so as well, and, kicking their bodies back, they drop MVS with a vicious double DDT.

Axis: Looks like Cutthroat and his partner were in a much more serious mood then they let on, and they are certainly doing some serious damage to MVS right out of the gate!

First those bottles right over his head, then that powerful DDT.

Edwin: Astounding teamwork from both men, looks like they planned that, and the fans are loving every minute. The only thing I don’t understand is why waste beer like that?

King: That was a brutal sneak attack, and where do they get away hitting him with beer bottles? What is this, some sorry bar fight?

Edwin: No, it’s a hardcore match. You wouldn’t protest so much if that had been a shot from that Sledgehammer Van Siclen carries, which, I might add, weighs a lot more than a couple bottles of beer!

Rolling the sledgehammer wielder to his back, C.I.A. lifts him up towards his feet, only to tug his blonde hair back hard, sliding Van Siclen under his arm and into a dragon sleeper, which he wrenches up on, hard. Holding his opponent tight, C.I.A. signals to the top rope, and Cutthroat moves quickly, mounting the turnbuckle, and, wasting no time, taking to the air. The fans cheer as Cutthroat delivers a fierce missile dropkick to Van Siclen’s side, breaking him out of the hold, and sending him rolling across the ring. Continuing the roll, the amazin’ one slides to the outside, clearly trying to recover a bit from the two on one assault.

Axis: A non-stop assault from the teammates here, taking it to MVS. C.I.A. had him secure, and Cutthroat delivers with that beautiful dropkick!

King: This is a travesty! A man like MVS doesn’t deserve to be treated this way, and I know he’s only going to get pissed off as it continues.

Edwin: Maybe if he doesn’t get pinned to the mat first. This impromptu team is tearing it up, and it looks like they’ve got something else in store!

Whipping Cutthroat hard across the opposite ring ropes from MVS, the secret agent man positions himself, catching his returning partner, and lifting him high, sending him flying through the air as MVS takes hold of his shopping cart, dragging himself to his feet. Sailing through the sky, Cutthroat comes down, fans cheering raucously. Suddenly, MVS spins around, tugging his hand from within his shopping cart as he does so, and slamming a ring bell into the flying Cutthroat’s skull. As Cutthroat writhes in pain, looking like he may be busted open, the fans explode with hatred, booing and jeering. C.I.A. spins about, and slides under the bottom rope, coming to his feet on the outside. Dropping the ringbell from his hands, MVS smiles a sadistic smile and drops low, catching the rushing Canadian with a drop toe hold, bouncing his skull off the fallen ring bell.

Axis: Mike Van Siclen is squishing the skull of the double Cs!

King: Well, duh. Aside from your verbiage, Axis, I'd say you have the look of a young Suicide King.

Edwin: Uh, King, I think he's older than you.

King: Shut up.

CIA stands up, clutching his head as Van Siclen charges him, trying for a Spear, but CIA manages to get out of the way! Mike's dive comes up short, and he hits the mat face-first, allowing CIA to begin stomping him on the mat. Cutthroat, now recovered, comes over to join in the attack on Van Siclen, but CIA stops him. The Canadian smiles as he picks up Mike, whipping him into the ropes. CIA and Cutthroat set up, preparing for a double flapjack, but Van Siclen steers to the right and leapfrogs Cutthroat! He bounces off the other side, coming back with a vicious jumping double clothesline!

Axis: CIA and Cutthroat trying to use strength in numbers on Van Siclen, but that plan isn't working!

King: No kidding! But how could you expect anything to work on the incomparable, amazing Mike Van Siclen?

Edwin: Uh, because he sucks?

Van Siclen stands up, looking down and surveying his damage. He slides outside of the ring, going to his shopping cart and picking out a steel sheet! He slides back into the ring, only to be met by a standing CIA! The Canadian looks to punch the identical-statured Van Siclen, but Mike ducks underneath! CIA turns around, trying to deliver a blow to the skull with the power of torque, but no dice, as Van Siclen smashes the steel over his head!

Axis: What a shot by Van Siclen! He nearly decapitated the Canadian agent!

King: He would've, if he'd had the strength of a King.

Edwin: You mean, he'd be powered by a three-inch penis?

King: I don't even get that, so I won't dignify it with a response.

Mike takes the steel sheet and bashes Cutthroat with it for good measure, making sure CIA's partner doesn't get up as he places the steel over the Agent's head. Sliding back outside, Mike reaches inside his cart o' doom and pulls out… the ring hammer! Smiling maliciously, he slides back inside, and WHAM! Brings the hammer slicing down on the sheet, and CIA's head! The Intelligence Agent rolls around in agony inside the ring as Mike lays the heavy boots to CIA all the way out of the ring. He turns around, and there stands Cutthroat, ready to level Mike with a right hand! He winds up and… catches nothing but air! Mike ducks, going underneath Cutthroat and behind! Cutthroat spins around, and Mike grabs his arm, wrapping it around his own neck and running forward, crashing down with a Blackjack Neckbreaker (Union Jack Neckbreaker, Regal's wrap-around-and-break-the-neck deal.)

Axis: Blackjack Neckbreaker on Cutthroat!

King: Everyone knows what that move sets up!

Edwin: The Double Take, the move that any moron can kick out of!

Mike smiles, posing for a second over Cutthroat's fallen body before running to the ropes, jumping onto the second one and doing a backflip off, landing square across Cutthroat's stomach with a beautiful Double Take (Springboard Moonsault)! Mike gets on his knees, catching his breath before draping his body over Cutthroat's, hooking the leg in an attempt to pin.

"ONE!"

"TWO!" CIA starts to come to outside the ring…

"TH!" CIA stands up…

"RE!" slides in, trying to stop the count…

"E!" Too late!

..:Ding Ding Ding:..

Funyon: Your winner, the Amazin' one, MIKE VA-AN SIIIIIIIIIICLEN!

Axis: What a match between these three men, which ended with a victory for the Amazin' one.

Edwin: Well, CIA and Cutthroat put up a respectable effort, but they simply didn't have enough experience for the master of the Van Slaminator.

King: Who does? Well, besides us three…

Axis: Look at this, Van Siclen is rubbing it in the face of CIA and Cutthroat in the ring.

Indeed he is, as Van Siclen stands inside, smiling wide, his foot on Cutthroat's stomach as he makes many muscle poses, CIA having too much dignity to beat Mike's ass. Van Siclen sees this, and beckons to the ring official for a microphone. He receives and, and, looking at CIA, begins to speak.

Mike: CIA… Canadian Intelligence Agent. Eh? You put up a good fight, eh? You tried, eh? But even with two, eh, people, eh, you still couldn't, eh, beat me. And yet, you, eh, thought you deserved, eh, to take my, eh, spot on a card? What do you, eh, have to say for, eh, yourself, you little ignorant rookie, eh, bastard?

Mike holds the mic out to CIA, but as he's about to respond, Mike pulls the microphone away.

Mike: No, I don't even care why you thought you could take my spot. Bottom line, you couldn't. And now I'm going to show you exactly why I earned that spot, and exactly why I won't stand for any piece-of-shit rookie with an even shittier gimmick taking my spot.

Mike pulls his hand back, ready to strike CIA, when suddenly his wrist is grabbed by… Cutthroat! The charismatic bastard has managed to get to his feet during Van Siclen's speech, and he turns Mike around, putting him in DDT position, jumping, swinging, and planting him with the Final Cutter! Cutthroat stands, smiling widely as he looks at CIA, raising his hand as the two smile widely for the popping-like-a-cherry crowd. Flashbulbs go off all over the arena as the two faces smile widely and pose for the crowd.

Axis: Well, Mike tries to play dirty, but the good guys manage to win again. Things are all right with the OH MY GOD!

A masked man, dressed in all black, charges through the arena, sliding in and laying out both CIA and Cutthroat with heavy shots to the head! He slides out of the ring, leaping the barrier and dashing off ridiculously fast as all three men lay out in the ring, Mike slowly beginning to get to his feet after the Final Cutter from Cutthroat.

Axis: I don't know who the hell that was, but…

King: They sure did a number on Cutthroat and CIA! And now, look, Mike Van Siclen is getting ready to finish the job that his partner obviously just started.

Edwin: Oh, and here I was, thinking it was the night of the faces.

Mike stands up slowly, looking down at Cutthroat and CIA, lying on the mat. He looks up, brushing blonde hair out of his eyes as he bends over to pick up his microphone. Smiling, he begins to speak.

Mike: See that, boys? I can do whatever I want. My partner? He just showed you how to respect. And now… you just moved into senior year, junior.

Mike lays an angry stomp to Cutthroat's stomach, sliding out of the ring and lifting the ring apron.

Axis: What else could Mike Van Siclen do to these two men?

King: I can list off about thirty things off the top of my head.

Edwin: Yeah, well, you would, you cheating bastard.

Mike reaches his long arm under the ring apron, grabbing onto a long, wooden rod and pulling it out, only instead of a head (which isn't pink, you perverted bastard), it's got a hard, 12-pound black metal top! He lifts it high into the head, as Mr. Sledgehammer looks out, its cold, angry eyes hiding the smiles it's going through in its head in anticipation of its next victim.

Axis: Mike has the sledgehammer, but CIA may have something to say about him cleaning house!

Mike slides into the ring, meeting up with CIA. The two stand eye to eye, Mike's anger and CIA's adrenalin rush both showing in their respective eyes, as Mike slowly cocks the sledgehammer back. Mike backs up, holding out one hand as if to say "the ring is yours." CIA stands, smiling, as he poses for the crowd to roar. He turns around… big mistake, as WHAM! Mike sends CIA to the mat with a vicious sledge shot to the back of the head!

Axis: Sledgehammer to CIA's head! What a painful blow delivered by Van Siclen.

Edwin: Every blow Van Siclen delivers is painful… for the receiver.

King: You and your gay offbeat shenanigans really should get ahold of themselves.

Mike looks around, dropping the sledgehammer and picking up the ring bell that lay not five feet from him. Smiling, he picks up Cutthroat, placing the ring bell behind him as he whips the charismatic Cutthroat into the ropes. Cutthroat comes back, and Mike puts his head between Cutthroat's legs, lifting up and holding him in position! Mike smiles as he sits out with a spiked back body drop, or, as he likes to call it, a vicious Van Slaminator right onto the ring bell!

Axis: Ouch!

Edwin: The pain!

King: The agony!

Edwin: It turns you on!

Axis: Ugh!

Mike picks up the sledge again, bashing Cutthroat with it AGAIN and AGAIN in the chest! Blood is gushing freely from the ring bell wound as Cutthroat is writhing in pain! Mike is unrelentless, until… WHAM! A hard axe handle to the back stops Van Siclen, who turns around, seeing a very angry CIA looking about ready to kill him. Like a scared dog, Mike slides out of the ring, looking at CIA both angrily and afraid as he backs up the ramp.

Axis: Well, the post-match antics overshadow the actual match, but Van Siclen gets the duke over CIA and Cutthroat. Folks, we'll be right back, after this!

A commercial for SNK appears on screen as we do what we do best.

…fader…

June 10, 2002

The camera fades in on Sydney Sky stretching and preparing in her private dressing room for what she knows will be a grueling World Title defense against Danny Williams later tonight. Suddenly, Frost appears next to her in his standard street clothes of tan slacks and a white dress shirt. What isn’t standard for the brutish Icelander is a banged up, six string acoustic guitar he has clamped by the neck in his right hand. Sky opens her mouth to yell at Frost to get out, but he raises his left hand to silence her and she pauses.

Frost: “I know that the last few weeks have not be easy for you and I have only made them harder. However, if possible, I want to be the easiest matter in your life. You wanted a true statement of how I felt outside of material goods toward you and I hope I can provide that.”

Frost takes a step back and props his right leg up on the nearby bench and supports the guitar on his knee. With surprisingly sure and agile fingers he launches into a whispy and simple country melody. His voice is soft, yet powerful, as he sings with his light accent adding an exotic rhythm to the plain and heartfelt words. Sky stands with her hands clasped tightly in front of her mouth as she stares at Frost and listens.

Frost: (singing) “It's not my way to love you just when no one is looking

It's not my way to take your hand if I'm not sure

It's not my way to let you see

what's going on inside of me

When it's a love you won't be needing you're not free

Please stop pulling at my sleeve if you're just playing

If you won't take the things you make me wanna give

I never cared too much for games

and this one is driving me insane

You're not half as free to wander as you claim

But I'm easy, I'm easy

Give the word and I’ll play your game

As though that’s how it ought to be

Because I’m easy

Don't lead me on if there is no where for you to take me

If loving you would have to be a sometime thing

I can't put bars on my inside:

my love is something I can't hide

It still hurts when I recall the times I tried

But I’m easy, yes I’m easy

Take my hand and pull me down

I won’t put up any fight

Because I’m easy

Don't do me favors let me watch you from the distance

For when you're near I find it hard to keep my hand

But when your eyes throw light at mine

it's enough to change my mind

Make me leave my violent words and ways behind

That’s why I'm easy, yes I'm easy

Say you want me I come running

without any time to think, because I'm easy

Yeah, I’m easy

Take my hand and pull me down

I won’t put any fight

Because I'm easy...”

Frost gives one last string a twang and it echoes in the locker room for a long moment before fading off into silence. Sydney’s eyes are welling up with tears and one drop makes a slow trickle down her face. She takes a few faltering steps forward and places a delicate hand on Frost’s cheek.

Sky: “That is certainly more of what I was looking for. That was very beautiful.”

Frost: “And now do you know that what I feel is true?”

Sky: “Closer, yes, but still…”

Her voice trails off and she turns her back to Frost. He drops the guitar and slides up to loom behind her. Wanting to desperately know what she is thinking.

Frost: “What more can I do. Say it.”

Sydney turns back to Frost and the two lock eyes.

Sydney: “Tonight, in my match with Danny Williams, I don’t want you anywhere near the ring. Win or lose, I have to face him on my own without interference from you or anyone else. Let me trust you on that.”

Frost lowers his head and looks at the floor contemplating. He lifts and gazes at Sky with both love and honor.

Frost: “My word. I will not interfere in your match tonight. No matter what happens, I will keep that promise.”

Sky: “I believe you.”

Sydney moves into Frost and throws her arms around him in a warm embrace. He looks like he might be crushed from the pressure of the hug at any moment, but slowly he becomes comfortable in her arms and puts his around her waist.

As the two stand there entwined, the camera pulls back farther and farther until the pair are framed by the open doorway of the locker room and a few feet of wall on either side. A quiet, fast moving blur whizzes by the camera and if one doesn’t blink you would swear you saw the form of Tod deKindes. The camera fades to black.

June 10, 2002

Axis: Welcome back to SJL CRRIIIIMMMMSSSOOOOONNNN!!

Edwin: May I ask why you held out the word Crimson for so long?

Axis: I’m just excited about tonight’s event. We have a #1 contender match for the European Title between TNT and the “Insane Luchadore” Alan Rickmen, a big 6-man tag team match between X Force 9 with Tod deKindes taking on the newly founded sWo with the help of Mak Francis. Plus our main event, a 45-minute Iron Man match for the World Title between our champion, the lovely Sydney Sky and “Deathwish” Danny Williams!

King: Don’t forget about our next match, we have Impact taking on Fugue taking on Thor.

Axis: Oh I haven’t forgotten. Thor scored an impressive victory over Impact on Metal, and Fugue showed promise in his debut match as well. This contest ought to display some of the best of our newest talent here in the SJL.

Edwin: These three young competitors will surely make the fans not demand a refund tonight. Not that they’d get it anyway...

Funyon stands in the ring wearing an exceptionally cheesy suit tonight. He raises the mic to his lips and speaks. “Ladies and Gentlemen. This match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first... he weighs in at 181 lbs... FUUUGGGUUUEEE!!”

Nothing...

Funyon looks around nervously... he reiterates “FUUUGGUUUEE!!”

The lights go out. The eerie strains of Bach’s “Toccata and Fugue in D minor” play and when reaching its climax white strobe lights flash and Fugue steps through the curtain. He walks down to the ring still wearing his insidious smile, barely visible from under his shaggy head of hair. As he walks down the entrance ramp, his theme speeds up with a heavy metal sound to it. Some fans boo, most just stare in bewilderment. He rolls into the ring and stares at one particular fan on each side of the ring, then his glare shifts its focus to Funyon, who for his part is completely disturbed by this disturbed individual.

Funyon, still leery of Fugue’s menacing smile, announces “Next, he weighs in at 210 lbs... IIMMPPAAACT!!”

As Funyon starts announcing soft, pulsating heartbeats, are audible aligning themselves with heart monitor lines blipping on the SmarkTron. Exactly when Funyon finishes speaking a huge explosion at the base of the stage rocks the arena and Creed’s “Are You Ready?” jams. The fans give a surprisingly warm reaction to Impact who appears at the top of the stage, bouncing a bit, nervous about his upcoming match. Impact then walks down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He is met by the ever-smiling Fugue’s big boots to the midsection. The two do not even wait for their other opponent to make his way to the ring.

Then the lights go dark once again, and a lightning bolt strikes the stage in a flash. In the split-second of light, you can see Fugue and Impact duking it out. Right when the bolt hits, smoke fills the ramp and the dark opening chords of KISS “God of Thunder” play. Then blue and white pyros shoot off in opposite directions as the lyrics start, and down runs Thor dropping his cape and hammer behind him. He charges through the smoke and leaps into the ring.

Ding ding ding.

Thor takes the element of surprise and starts giving heavy rights to both opponents. Thor knocks down Impact with a big boot, and staggers the oncoming Fugue with a left. Fugue stumbles backwards and Thor clotheslines him over the top rope onto the floor. The remaining man turns to face the crowd and raises his right arm. The crowd cheers at the mayhem that has just occurred in the ring.

Axis: Wow! What a way to start a match eh?

King: Eh? Have you been hanging around C.I.A. lately?

Edwin: Yeah, what’s that aboot?

Axis: I apologize for my esteemed colleagues behavior, we certainly mean no disrespect to our Northern brethren here in the SJL.

Edwin: Yeah, Molson RULES!!

Both Fugue and Impact are standing outside the ring as Thor stands on the inside waiting for someone to jump in and join the festivities. Impact jumps up on the apron and gets clobbered by big hit from Thor. And at the same time on the other side of the ring, Fugue leaps in and attacks Thor from behind with a forearm to the upper back. Thor kneels over as Fugue hooks Thor’s arm into a hammerlock position as Thor is now standing, and kicks the back of Thor’s leg, causing him to fall down to his knees once again. Fugue moves quickly backwards, bouncing against the ropes but gets caught by the waiting Impact with a vicious spear from the side.

Axis: Fugue likes to try and keep his opponent on the mat, but he might have a bit of a challenge keeping down a man of Thor’s size.

Edwin: I like Fugue‘s personality, he’s happy all the time... just like me!!

King: What I would like to know is how long does Fugue take to brush his teeth in the morning. He shows them off all the time, I would hope he keeps them spotless.

As Impact and Fugue land after Impact’s spear, Impact starts throwing punches at Fugue, taking Fugue off of his game plan. After the last punch is thrown, Fugue wraps his legs around Impact and flips him around into a leg lock. Impact is yelling in pain as his leg is stretched beyond its natural limits. Impact grabs the bottom rope and the ref then forcibly makes Fugue release the hold and Fugue stands quickly and follows the referee for a few paces, his eyes locked on his target. Thor regains his footing and reaches behind Fugue and grabs him from behind with a bear hug, squeezing the life out of Fugue. His face is showing little emotion however as he never loses his grin. Thor then flips Fugue over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Axis: Thor takes Fugue out with a bear hug and an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. These are your three basic wrestling styles all competing in the same contest. You’ve got speed in Impact, technical ability in Fugue, and raw power in Thor.

Edwin: Fugue gives me a funny feeling Axis...

King cuts Edwin off: Funny feeling? Is there something you want to tell us Edwin?

Impact stands up, his leg obviously hurting after the leg lock by Fugue. He runs into the ropes and comes back with a running Union Jack neckbreaker on Thor. Impact then runs to the opposite ropes comes back and does a flip attempting a splash of some sort, but all he catches is the fist of Thor in the stomach. Impact staggers backwards holding his midsection, and Thor grabs him and elevates him in a Gorilla press. He presses him once... he presses him twice... after the second press Fugue delivers a sweeping kick to the legs of Thor, toppling both Thor and Impact. Ever the opportunist, Fugue goes for the cover on Impact.

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Impact gets the shoulder up. Fugue stands but is grabbed by the hand of Thor and is whipped into the corner. Thor waits for a second then charges at Fugue, but Fugue catches Thor with a kick to the face. Thor is hazy and turns around to catch a spin kick by Fugue, knocking Thor face first to the canvas. Fugue lies on Thor’s back and hooks Thor’s arm in a leg scissors and pulls the other arm backward. Thor lets out a grunt of pain as his face expresses his emotion.

Axis: This is one of Fugue’s signature moves, the Minor Chord!

King: Fugue is taking it to Thor. I think Fugue, if he can keep the big man off his feet, and keep Impact out of the way, has got my vote to win this match up.

Edwin: Well your vote doesn’t count King, it’s up to them in the ring to decide who comes out a winner, and who gets stuck cleaning up the arena for change afterward.

King: You’d be surprised how much change people can drop at these things.

With Thor in the Minor Chord, Fugue is obviously pleased at the way this match up is going. He leans back hard, stretching Thor’s arms. Impact has scaled the turnbuckle behind the view of Fugue and stands, still a little shaky at the top. Impact leaps off with a dropkick to the back of the head of Fugue. The crowd cheers for Impact as he flies to the mat. Fugue falls forward and Thor lies on the match holding his left arm. Impact and Fugue stand at the same time and Impact charges at Fugue with a standing dropkick, knocking the musical one into the ropes, and stands back up quickly, but Fugue bounces back and takes Impact off his feet with a spinning shoulder tackle. Fugue then delivers a knee drop to the knee of Impact. Impact howls in pain.

Axis: Impact is getting the worst out of this match. Fugue seems to be a more psychological wrestler, working on one part of the body and weakening it until it is useless to the opponent.

Edwin: You’ve got that right, Fugue will eliminate you a piece at a time. And always with that smile... *shudders* oooohh spooky!

King: He seems very determined to take down Impact and Thor. Which is good... if you are Fugue. Bad if you are Impact or Thor.

Fugue then starts beating Impact down with a series of rapid forearm blows to the back, but suddenly stops and stands up straight and starts swaying his head back and forth lightly. As if hearing a gentle sonata played slowly and beautifully by a master performer. In his preoccupancy Thor stands behind him, towering above him. Thor spins Fugue around, grabs him by the throat, and elevates him high in the air with one hand. Fugue kicks Thor in the gut and is dropped from up high. Fugue runs against the ropes, bounces off and cuts a front flip, attempting a senton, but is caught by Thor and smashes Fugue to the mat with a sit-out power bomb. The crowd lets loose.

Edwin: What an amazing series of moves from Fugue and Thor.

Axis: Thor sent Fugue down hard to the canvas with an attempted senton takedown reversed into a sit-out powerbomb.

King: Why did Fugue stop pummeling Impact all of a sudden? I know when I beat people up, I rarely let up.

Axis: We’ve seen this before King. Fugue seems to hear some sort of music, in his head, completely distracting him.

Impact stands, favoring his left knee. He moves towards Thor and Thor whips him into the corner. Thor follows behind him and chops him across his chest. The crowd flinches, as the sharp noise of the chops is evidently reminiscent of the last time Thor and Impact met. Thor chops again, again the crowd draws back. Thor goes for a third but his hand is caught by Fugue, who engages Thor in a reversed DDT. Thor lays staring at the lights, while Fugue has plans for Impact. Fugue picks up the fallen Impact by the hair and attempts a chin kick but his foot is grasped by Impact. Fugue executes an impeccable enziguri, kicking the back of Impacts head with severe brutality. Fugue kneels over the fallen Impact looking at the crowd, half dazed. He moves his messy hair out of his face and looks up at the crowd, his wicked smile penetrating the heart of every fan in attendance.

Axis: I don’t like that smile. I would not trust a man who’s expression never changes.

King: I like him, he’s got a lust for life. Just like that travel commercial.

Edwin: He’s like a clown. They are always smiling, but what are they hiding? They put on a facade of always being happy, but they are all crying on the inside you know.

Axis: So I’ve been told.

As Axis finishes his phrase Fugue makes his move, he maneuvers himself over Impact and puts on a fujiwara arm bar. Impact’s face is red with pain as Fugue relentlessly pulls back. The referee asks Impact if he wants to tap out. His expression says both yes and no at the same time. Thor breaks up the submission with an axe handle smash to the back of Fugue. Thor stands up quickly and waits for Fugue to get to his feet. As Fugue turns around, he is almost decapitated by a huge clothesline courtesy Thor. Impact then stands and turns around dizzy into the waiting presence of Thor who delivers a stiff right, and then tucks Impact’s head between his legs and hits a big powerbomb. Thor then walks to the corner, the crowd buzzes, they know what’s coming. Thor ascends the first two turnbuckles but suddenly Fugue comes up behind Thor and tucks his head between Thor’s legs. Fugue then walks backwards. Fugue actually has Thor on his shoulders!! Impact suddenly charges at Fugue’s legs with a springboard spear and Fugue spins around and falls backward crashing Thor to the mat with a loud thud. The Crimson crowd chants “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”

Axis: I cannot believe it! Fugue was actually able to support the massive weight of Thor on his shoulders.

Edwin: Imagine the weight ratio there, 181 lbs to 345 lbs!! Thor had to be up at least 11 feet in the air. To me that is incredible.

King: What did I tell you. This kid Fugue has got it where it counts. You can do amazing things when you don’t think clearly.

Impact is the first man up. He immediately goes to Fugue putting the big boots to him. Impact then runs against the ropes and hits a springboard elbow drop on his fallen opponent. Impact again goes to the ropes, but Thor is on his knees leaning on them and Impact goes flying out of the ring. Thor stands and picks up Fugue by his nappy mane, assisting him to the standing position. Thor whips Fugue into the ropes and comes back with a high cross body block, dropping Fugue to the mat. The crowd rallies behind Thor as he gets ready to make his next move. Thor gets back and crouches down, waiting for Fugue to stand. Fugue struggles slowly to his feet and Thor bounces against the ropes, but before he can take two steps, Impact grabs Thor’s feet from the outside, slamming him to the mat.

Axis: Impact after being tossed to the outside, still has the energy left to grab the feet out from underneath Thor.

King: That’s smart wrestling for ya. Impact looks to be getting a bit of a mean streak in this match. Maybe this will give Impact the push he needs to beat his opposition senseless.

Edwin (sarcastically): You’re toooo much King!!

Impact rolls inside the ring and blows right past the fallen Thor, and goes for Fugue who is on his knees. He kicks Fugue directly in the face then runs and leaps right onto the top rope. Impact turns around and leaps off, dropkicking Fugue, who falls to the mat. The crowd cheers for Impact and his move as he does a little showboating for the crowd. He turns to each side of the ring doing a kick in the air. When he reaches the final side of the ring, however, his post-move festivities are shattered by a devastating super kick to the jaw, delivered by Thor. Thor then signifies that he is to throw Impact to the crowd. The crowd yells and chants of “OVER HERE!! OVER HERE!!” are heard on each side of the ring. Thor picks up Impact and lifts him above his head with ease. Thor turns to one side of the ring, they are not loud enough. He turns to another side, still not loud enough for his taste. He turns to one more side, they cheer louder than them all. As Thor prepares to elevate Impact into the masses, Fugue regains his senses and kicks the back of Thor’s leg, causing him to fall backwards with Impact landing on his chest in a cover.

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Fugue kicks Impact off of Thor, but then starts laying the boots to Impact. Impact struggles to get out of the boots by means of a low blow to Fugue. Impact looks nervously to see if the referee was watching that last shot, luckily he is checking on Thor. Impact then runs to the ropes, and comes back with a senton splash on Fugue. Impact, wasting no time, picks up Fugue and whips him into the corner. Impact is short behind and climbs to the second turnbuckle. He puts his first finger in the air and moves it in a circle, finally pointing down. The crowd starts to buzz in anticipation.

Axis: This could be one of Impact’s signature maneuvers, he refers to this second turnbuckle, tornado DDT as “Falling”.

Edwin: If Impact can take the initiative here, he might be able to pull off a win.

King: I cant believe that Fugue could be taken down that easily.

Sure enough, Impact hooks the head of Fugue and spins him around in a tornado DDT. The crowd cheers and gets behind Impact. He then draws his finger and thumb across his throat, signaling the end. Impact then climbs the turnbuckles, the crowds buzz gets louder. He reaches the top and leaps off. This is the Thunder Bomb! But as Impact climbs the turnbuckles, Thor gets back up. And as Impact leaps off the top, cutting a single front flip, Thor charges in and knocks Impact, in mid-air, into the turnbuckle with an elevated spear.

The crowd pops, and Thor stands. Fugue then reaches his feet and looks over at Thor. The two’s eyes meet and they stare at each other. Both wondering who will make the next move. Fugue then quickly charges at Thor who leapfrogs over Fugue’s back, sending him crashing, shoulder first, into the ring post. The crowd both yells in approval of Thor and winces in pain at the impact of Fugue.

King: That has got to hurt. Fugue has got to get back in control of this match. COME ON FUGUE!!

Axis: Thor sending Fugue flying into the ring post, and you’ve got to wonder, what its gonna take to keep Fugue down.

Edwin: He seems to be able to come back from anything, with little or no ill effects.

The announcers discuss Fugue’s seeming imperviousness to pain, while Fugue gets up slowly from his lying position on the second turnbuckle. Fugue turns around only to be caught by Thor who administers a backbreaker. Impact regains his composure and turns to Thor who delivers several painful right hands to Impact’s skull. Fugue then stands up quickly and Thor grabs both opponents by the head and slams them together. The crowd cheers louder than before as Thor ascends the turnbuckle, turns facing the ring, lifts up his right arm, and leaps from the top onto Impact with the Crack of Thunder. The ring shakes upon Thor’s collision with the mat and Thor goes for the cover.

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Thor almost has Impact defeated as Fugue breaks up the count at three and a quarter with a boot to the back of Thor. Thor stands up slowly and is hit with a huge kick to the face by Fugue. Thor stumbles back into the turnbuckle as Fugue follows soon after. Fugue assists the dazed Thor into a sitting position on the top turnbuckle and climbs to the second turnbuckle himself.

Edwin: What’s going to happen here Axis?

Axis: Impact is going to execute some high risk maneuver from the top rope.

King: Wow, thank you for the wonderful insight Gorilla Monsoon.

Fugue then grabs his left arm around Thor’s head and grabs Thor’s tights with the right hand. Fugue is going for a superplex from the second turnbuckle. But Thor gets his wits about him as the Thunder God delivers big forearms to the back of Fugue. After three forearms to the back, Fugue looses his grip on Thor. Thor then stands and brings Fugue to the top turnbuckle. Both men are shaky, trying to gain a good foothold balancing high in the air. Thor brings Fugue’s head down between Thor’s legs and wraps his hands around his opponents waist. Thor flips Fugue’s legs up and leaps off executing a Ragnarok piledriver from the top rope!! The crowd explodes into chants of “THOR!! THOR!!” and “SJL!! SJL!!” Fugue hits the mat headfirst and Thor reaches his arm over Fugue’s heaving chest and makes the cover.

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Funyon: Your winner of the match... THOOOORRRR!!!

Axis: WOW! A Ragnarok piledriver from the top rope to finish off the match.

King: Fugue put up a hell of a fight though, and I believe that he still could of won the match.

Edwin: Sure King. We’ll be back with more great wrestling after this.

June 10, 2002

2 days before Crimson

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Edwin MacPhisto sits in his lively office wearing a weary face and his eyes dropping. He glances around and his eyes focus on the cheating dog replica and he snickers to himself but then he remembers his job (as he glances down at the first draft at the next arena to occupy). “Good God, such a boring day.” He mutters to himself as he now drops his pen onto a pile of papers and he picks up a red kazoo as he toys with it. He grins slowly and then begins to get out of his seat to go on a bathroom break (even though he doesn’t need one he just needs to stretch his legs). As he walks past his desk towards the door the telephone rings chimes in shattering the silence. He slowly turns back to his desk on his heels (as something to do) and feels for his goatee but remembers it’s gone. He feels a bit dumb as he gets to the desk and picks up the cord phone. He sloppy places it to the proper position and he says slowly, “MacPhisto here.”

“Edwin?” A very low voice said, obviously disguised.

“Yes the one and only King of flash and panache!” He says his voice picking up a bit.

“I’d protect one of your superstars… he may get very hurt.” A click. Edwin sighs sick of all his mumbo-jumbo. He stands there thinking then he recalls Insane Luchador’s promo…

Nope, not him… he already told me who and when. The cocky S.O.B.

Frost?

Why? Someone else love Sky? He reminds himself conversing in his head.

Flexx! Of course! He must be launching an attack! Edwin suddenly wakes up more and gets ready to tell the XF9’ers of the threat.

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The camera quickly hums back to life to returns to the superb action-packed Crimson! However as the picture focuses in it’s in the backstage halls. The slow and steady clicks of footsteps echo throughout the narrow hallway where the wrestlers inhabit for the three- day span. As the camera is zoomed in on a bend where the hallway can only be accessed by a turn a shadow appears. The figure looks distorted and the cameraman aims at the bottom of the shadow.

“Sorry to interrupt folks but we’ve got word from a phone Edwin received earlier this week saying that a superstar would be assaulted and backstage workers have seen a few men stalking around! It’s time to see the action!” Axis says with glee.

“Using brilliant technology you can hear us, but see the picture… which has nothing happening…” Edwin begins but pauses.

Currently the assassin steps fully, as he’s wearing a black ankle long hooded robe much like the clan’s. His face is completely covered and he seems unaware or doesn’t care of the camera watching him. An object protrudes through his robe sleeve and he keeps his stride the same, very slow and very odd. His arms hang limp though as he stops at one wooden door. The cameraman gulps down all the courage he has left and follows closer to the doorway as a white hand escape from the sleeve and the assaulter flings the door open.

“Here we go!” Edwin says.

The assault takes let’s his right arm free as an aluminum bat is shown and a beam of light shines off it! He lunges into the room and the cameraman follows more then jumps into the doorway but takes many steps backwards for safety. Inside the room Danny “Deathwish” Williams leaps out of a chair in absolute shock and in defense. The mystery man grabs the bat’s BUTT with both hands and swings hard as Danny dodges the blow and it hits the stuffed brown chair. Danny then moved by the wall close to the door as the assaulter throws another side swing that crashes into the wall as it makes a dent. Williams makes his first move with a knee to the back of the assaulter and Danny grabs him by the shoulder squeezing a pressure point causing the assaulter to drop the bat. As it clangs to the floor Danny loosens the grip and the masked man grabs Deathwish by the wrist and bends his back down and flings him over. Danny rolls out of the way as a missed stomp causes the room to shake.

“It’s TNT! The bat! The bat!” Axis exclaims.

“HUZZAH! Danny can handle himself! How will this effect or affect him in the main event?” Edwin points out and asks.

“Maybe it’s Frost trying to cripple Danny!” SK says with high hopes.

“He isn’t that tall!” Axis argues.

Danny gets back to his feet and he throws a sloppy punch that the man catches. His man then throws his leg out in a kick while letting go of Williams’s hand. Deathwish is quick enough to catch the kick and he throws with all his strength back the leg causing the assaulter to do half of a back flip and he lands on his face. Danny rolls the man over and with such adrenaline doesn’t think of removing the hood but only to inflict pain. Williams hits a stomp to the man’s gut and then pauses. The failed assassin gets to his feet and then ducks a punch but gets his own caught and Danny drops down to hit an armbar. The robed man is able to worm his way out and he rolls away grabbing the bat again.

“Resorting to weapons, eh?” Edwin asks happy that Danny is holding his own. The two stand there and the hooded man throws the bat which Danny ducks and the man charges forwards throwing his knee up and hitting Deathwish will he was ducked. Deathwish falls to the ground and the man’s hood is a bit out of place and it shows a part of his face. Deathwish suddenly leaps up and shoves the man into the wall face first as he reels backwards and Deathwish then grabs him by the neck and hits in a sleeper. He frees his left arm from the hold and grabs the peak of the hood and tugs in down revealing the man. The assaulter facing the camera lets the world and the fans get the first view. Long black spiked hair, and another hood that’s off is all Danny sees. Williams lets go and spins him around to see Insane Luchador, the self-dubbed True Plague, standing there with a smirk.

“He lied to me!” Edwin exclaims confused.

“What a shocker.” King says about Edwin’s remark with sarcasm.

“Danny is who IL was talking about?” Axis asks.

“He can’t tear him apart… he just got beat!” Edwin points out.

Insane Luchador now hit a punch to the face and Danny is able to shove him out of the doorway where he laughs manically and smirks mouthing “See you in the main event.”

“Not if I get to you first.” He growls to himself.

“Good God! So much more to come! Hopefully we'll see some advancement in this later on!” Axis says as everyone processes the information.

-Fade to black-.

June 10, 2002

SJL Crimson returns from commercial break as an opening shot reveals the Baltimore Arena, located in, as one might assume, Baltimore. The camera pans the luminous arena as a flashing sign out front let’s spectators know: “SJL CRIMSON! SOLD OUT!” and “The Godfather: A Tale Told In Sign Language. THIS FRIDAY!” The camera abruptly cuts to the interior of the arena, panning the amped crowd, as multiple signs such as “Sydney has a Deathwish” dot the audience. Suddenly, the screen comes to a halt as it joins the three stooges, who all have their eyes fixed on Eddie Mac’s laptop computer.

Edwin (explaining to his colleagues): “So these are all sub-boards, but down here there’s this really cool e-fed.”

King: “Have you joined?”

Edwin: “Nope. I’m still contemplating a gimmick.”

Axis: “How about you call yourself Mr. Galatea?”

King: “Pfft. That is the single worst idea I have ever heard, how about something more along the lines of…Midget?”

Edwin: “That’s perfect!”

The trio gains collective “eureka” expressions on their faces, as Eddie Mac glances up, and is the first to notice the camera.

Edwin: “Ahem. Welcome back ladies, gents, and everything in between *cough* King *cough*…”

King: “I resent that.”

Edwin: “I don’t!”

Axis: “Righto. As Ed was saying, welcome back to SJL Crimson! We’ve already witnessed two spell-binding matches tonight, and third is sure to be a charm!”

Edwin: “Holy no build-up Axis! Despite the rather random pairing of these two opponents however, the stakes are high as the #1 contendership for Frost’s European championship is on the line…as well as a little thing called pride.”

King: “Yessiri. ‘TNT’ Taylor Nicholas Thompson, fresh off of losing his coveted television title last Metal to the New Sound member known as Mak Francis, is pitted up against a former New Sound member, the ‘Insane Luchadores’ Andrew Rickmen! TNT HAS to be one flammable firecracker…or something…tonight as this screwjob-of-a-loss ended what was one of the longest TV reigns of all time!”

Edwin: “Actually, THE longest.”

King: “Well how should I know? Shouldn’t someone fill us in regarding title histories?”

Suddenly, Longdogger Pete arbitrarily raises about a foot and a half of his six foot six inch figure from underneath the commentator’s booth, as the Miami Menace randomly chimes into the conversation.

LDP: “Actually, I post a monthly low down on the multiple title histories that dot the Smarks Federation.”

Axis (confused): “Where the hell did you come from?”

LDP: “…I’m not exactly sure myself. Buh-bye now.”

The One Man Wrecking Crew slumps back down under the booth, disappearing instantly, as the three commentators spectate in a mildly perplexed fashion.

Edwin: “…”

King: “…”

Axis: “Mkay. We go inside the ring now to Funyon, who is hopefully ready to announce our competitors to the ring.”

The camera wipes to the depths of the ring, where Funyon stands, suited in his usual K-Mart clothing.

Funyon: “Ladies and gentlemen, and Suicide King…”

King: “Okay the joke is freaking dead!”

Funyon: “This contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the #1 contendership of the SJL European Title! Introducing first, hailing from Easton, Pennsylvania, weighing in at a lean and/or mean 195 pounds, he is the True Plague, the Insane Luchadores, Andrew Rickmen!”

The first few beats of Mudvayne’s “Dig” ring throughout the arena in an abrupt and violent fashion, as the lights flicker on and off, foreshadowing the arrival of the True Plague. As the lights produce a steady yet dim flow of light throughout the arena, a dark and shadowy silhouette materializes at the pinnacle of the entrance ramp, accompanied by several sparkly pyro that rain down upon the stage. Just as the nonsensical lyrics of IL’s theme some start up, Andrew leans back, crosses his arms, and lets out a mighty roar as the fans riddle him with proverbial bullets of boos…or something. As the pyrotechnics come to an end, Andrew gains a determined and slightly crazed expression on his face as he summarily paces down the entrance ramp. The Plague approaches the ring, hopping up to the apron and letting out yet another cry to the enthusiastic audience, who replies with a thunderous “JACKASS” chant that echoes throughout the arena. IL enters the ring and paces back and forth, testing the ring ropes, awaiting his oncoming opponent…

Axis: “The Insane Luchadores looks particularly pumped for tonight’s bout, as he is facing an opponent much larger that himself.”

King: “This is going to be such an exciting battle I just feel like shouting ‘This is going to be an exciting battle!”

Edwin: “Maybe, but let us not forget that IL is cookoo up the wazoo, not to mention him attacking Danny Williams, an act of travesty in which he has committed only earlier tonight.”

Axis: “Indeed. The Insane Luchadores for some reason felt that it was necessary to attack ‘Deathwish’ Danny Williams not too long ago, a man who will be participating in the main event later tonight!”

King: “Well maybe he wouldn’t have to attack him if Danny wasn’t a TRAITOR!”

Axis: “Oh so liking the fans makes you a traitor?”

King: “Well, yes.”

Axis: “…Righto. Funyon.”

Funyon: “Our second competitor in this bout, weighing in at 267 pounds of pure, uninhibited madness, coming from the duck-infested depths of Anaheim, California, ‘TNT’ Taylor Nicholas Thompson!”

“Oy! Oy! Oy!”

Bon Scott’s screeching vocals ring in the ears of spectators everywhere, while the Smarktron shows black and white clips of Taylor Nicholas Thompson putting up some offense against the likes of Tod deKindes, Vanguard, Frost, and even Ash Ketchum. The action at the entranceway remains deafly idle however, with no sign of TNT. Suddenly, the curtains ruffle up as an immense figure bursts down the aisle way, trailed by boos, both vocal and literal, as several alcoholic beverages come crashing down behind him. Taylor sprints down the entrance ramp, an expression of pure insanity concreted upon his face. IL readies himself inside the ring just as Taylor swiftly slithers underneath the bottom ring rope. Andrew reels out of his corner, charging the dynamite warrior with a glint of lunacy in his eye, as Thompson leaps off of the ground, and mounts Rickmen in mid air, his weight forcing him to the ground with a Lou Thesz Press! Thompson lifts his thick right arm above his head, only to bring it back down with repeated force as he unleashes a flurry of punches on his opponent and the bell rings, signaling the start of the match…

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Axis: “And we’re off as TNT gives IL absolutely no time to contemplate a strategy and jumps him with a Lou Thesz Press!”

King: “Six seconds into this double heel matchup and not a SINGLE low blow! Can you believe that? Not one! And these guys call themselves heels…”

Edwin: “Referee Anthony Michael Hall breaks up this premature brawl, and the two are ready to go at it once again!”

As Ed inquired, both combatants position themselves face to face, with Taylor gaining a conspicuous three-inch advantage over his shorter opponent. IL shoots one last scowl at the explosive one, and with one abrupt movement, bolts to the ropes! He reverberates off of the multicolored bands, and soars at TNT with a lofty flying forearm! His arm tightens with pain as it splatters across the chest of Taylor, who remains unfazed, budging only a step backwards. Taylor observes this failed attack, tilts his head back, and lets out a resounding “KABOOM!” that is met with a rather negative reaction from the crowd. The True Plague takes this into consent as he pantomimes a light jog towards TNT once again, gaining some momentum as he falls backwards and thrusts his legs into the midsection of Taylor Thompson with a picture perfect dropkick! Taylor winces the slightest bits, but soon recomposes his regular posture, again shrugging off the move. Rickmen grabs a rope and vibrates it violently as he lets out an impressive string of curse words, foreshadowing some self-disappointment.

Axis: “Andrew Rickmen is desperately trying to get TNT off of his feet, but to no avail as the explosive one holds his ground!”

Rickmen paces back a bit, lightly falling onto the ropes and meandering towards TNT, gaining some slight momentum needed for yet another maneuver. IL leans back a bit, revving up for his next move as he hastily drops to his knees like Gennifer Flowers at a White House barbeque! IL, a smirk painted across his face, propels his elongated arm upwards, and right into TNT’s dynamite jewels!

King: “Woohoo! Let the testis hit the floor!”

Axis: “Low blow! Come on ref!”

Referee Anthony Michael Hall raises his arm quickly, preparing to DQ the Insane Luchadores. Andrew grabs his arm in mid-movement however, quickly offering him a roll in “Breakfast Club 2: Detention In the Retirement Home.” Hall stops short to consider this prominent sequel offer, and subsequently signals for the match to continue.

Axis: “Is that fair?”

Edwin: “I’m not sure. But, I AM looking forward to another ‘Breakfast Club.”

Meanwhile, inside the ring, Plague clenches a handful of the testicularly pained TNT’s dreadlocks and lifts him to an upright position. Thompson goes for a second win however, making a miraculous recovery and forcing IL to the mat with a stiff short clothesline! IL ducks the 747 of an arm that Thompson possesses though, as he lowers to the mat, positions his legs around Thompson’s foot, and topples the towering pyromaniac to the ground with a drop toehold! Thompson smacks against the mat with a sickening and awkward “thud,” as Andrew kips up to an erect position and plummets his foot several times right into TNT’s back! Thompson grimaces in pain as he holds his arched back, all while IL scales the nearest turnbuckle. Andrew reaches the second rope, stops short, and turns to face his ground-dwelling opponent. IL leans backwards with two arms elevated into the air, letting out a mighty roar as the four fans that he possesses attempt to start up an ill-fated “I-L” chant. The Insane Luchadores concludes his taunt, redirecting his attention towards the still ground-bound TNT, and lunges off of the second rope, plummeting to the mat with a single arm outreached!

*THUD*

The mat ripples under pressure as all 195 pounds of Insane Luchadores descend to the mat, with his elbow plunging into the spine of Taylor Nicholas Thompson! Taylor grasps at his vertebrae with a pained look across his face, moaning in inevitable anguish.

Edwin: “What an elbow drop by the Insane Luchadores!”

King: “What an ass on Stacy Kiebler!”

Axis: “…What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

King: “I admit to having no clue whatsoever.”

Both men on their feet now, Thompson leans against a set of ring ropes collecting himself, as he rubs his wounded back consistently. Suddenly, the pitter-patter of sprinting footsteps is heard as the True Plague darts across the span of the ring, leaps off of the mat, and just barely makes it to Taylor’s neck area, as he clamps his thighs around Thompson’s cranium, preparing himself for the delivery of a hurricanrana! IL lifts a solitary arm in the air, fist clenched and cameras flashing, and then with a single fluid motion falls backwards in a flipping action. Taylor grasps his fingers around IL’s tan cargo pants, catching him mid-move, and brining him back up slightly. Taylor’s back seems to virtually collapse as he screams out a desperate yelp, and plunges Andrew to the mat with a stiff spike powerbomb!

*THWOMP*

IL hits the ring with a sickening impact as he literally rebounds off of the mat upon collision, only to have his shoulders pinned down to the mat by TNT! Hall notices this impromptu pin attempt, and after a full two seconds of staring in bewilderment, drops to his knees and repeatedly slaps his palm against the mat, displaying his mad phat numerical skills along the way…

Hall: “One! Tw…”

IL performs a full backwards somersault, rolling out of the pinfall. Taylor slowly regains an un-dizzy state of mind as he quickly draws his attention towards the dumbfounded celebrity status official, cornering him against a ring post and persistently badmouthing Hall. Anthony cowers against the turnbuckle but is quick to extend a finger of warning towards the oh-so sneaky IL, who is quietly approaching Taylor from behind. Thompson twirls around readying himself for an attack, but it’s too late as Andrew grasps TNT in a front facelock, clinches a handful of TNT’s cargo pants, and flips him over his head in a hurried motion completing a snap suplex! Taylor lands back first onto the mat and lets out a pained grunt, as IL makes the quick cover!

Hall: “One! Tw…”

Thompson desperately elevates his shoulder a mere fraction from the mat, as Hall signals for the match to continue. IL spins to his feet, a bit disappointed, but not the slightest bit surprised. He yells a few slogans at the dynamite warrior, as he withdraws to a nearby corner, and begins to ascend the turnbuckle.

Axis: “IL is going upstairs!”

King: “After this show is over Stacy Kiebler will be going downstairs on me!”

Axis: “King, if you don’t have anything that’s not perverted to say, then don’t say anything at all.”

Edwin: “Jiminy Cricket! Look at TNT! He’s on his feet…

As Edwin inquired, Taylor has slowly made his way up to his feet, but is immediately put back down to the mat as Rickmen launches off of the ring post, committing a full one hundred and eighty degree spin, and landing on TNT! Both go tumbling to the mat, as Andrew lands on top, pinning the explosive one to the mat!

Axis: “A 180 degree cross body from the top rope! Will it be enough?”

Hall: “One! Two!”

Edwin: “Apparently not as TNT kicks out at two!”

King: “Two as in two buns that make up Stacy Kiebler’s ass!”

An awkward silence consumes the booth for an instant, but is quickly broken up as Axis pounces upon The King of Hearts, delivering several stiff right hands to his face! Meanwhile in the ring, Insane Luchadores has managed to pry TNT’s limp body off of the mat, and positions him in the center of the ring. Taylor’s head bobs from side to side, inquiring his dazed and confused state, as the True Plague Irish-whips him into the ropes! Thompson dizzily lumbers across the ring, reverberating off of the ropes, as IL bounces off of a separate pair on the opposite side of the ring, and soars back at TNT! Thompson collects himself mid-ring, and stops dead in his tracks, leaning over to prepare himself for a back-body-drop! Insane Luchadores leapfrogs the hulking mass that is TNT, coming back with what appears to be a clothesline! Taylor is prepared however, as he catches IL, flipping him off of his feet in a horizontal position, and driving his body into the ring with a viscous sideslam! Plague lets out a resounding groan upon impact, as Thompson keeps his broad arm over the carcass of IL, who’s shoulders remain pinned to the mat!

Hall: “One! Two! Thr…”

Edwin: “He kicks out! Taylor Nicholas Thompson performs a mat-riveting sideslam, but it’s not enough as IL manages to lift his arm an inch from the mat! Just like that seen in Smokey and the Bandits 3 where…”

Axis (standing away from the now unconscious Suicide King, matting down his wrinkled suit): “Save it for later Eddie Mac.”

Thompson positions himself in a fully erect posture, as he eggs on a thunderous “ASSHOLE!” chant. Thompson wraps his fingers around IL’s tan cargo trousers, lifting him to his knees, as he forges him back down to the mat with a stiff kick to the head!

Edwin: “Ouch! TNT puts the Insane Luchadores down with a kick more viscous than a Munich retirement post!”

Axis: “What did he mean by ‘You don’t have any personality’ anyway?”

Edwin: “Well, do you?”

Axis: “…Of course I have a personality!”

Edwin: “Learn something new every day.”

Taylor offers a half a dozen more boots to the back of the head, as IL slowly but surely uses the ropes to bring himself to his feet. Just as Andrew is almost able to think straight again however, TNT wraps his thick arms around IL’s waist, cinching up his muscular pythons around Andrew’s black hooded sweatshirt.

Edwin: “Rear waistlock by TNT!”

Axis: “There’re so many ways that he can go from here, you have to wonder what ideas are conspiring inside that wacky, goateed head of his!”

Andrew attempts to struggle out of the hold, but to no avail, as Taylor merely squeezes on the hold in a tighter fashion. With one surge of effort, Thompson lefts Andrew from the mat, as he falls backwards, plummeting IL’s head into the mat! Thompson continues to grasp onto the hold however, forming a bridge-like posture, as Hall makes the count…

Hall: “One!”

Anthony’s hand only manages to slap the mat a single time, as Thompson’s back buckles, causing him wince in pain and let go of the maneuver!

Axis: “TNT forced to let go of a bridge courtesy of a bad back!”

King (now fully recovered from Axis’ beating): “As if the punishment to his spine delivered by the Insane Luchadores wasn’t enough, Taylor had to go and perform a move that happens to apply pressure to that certain area.”

Edwin: “But the damage has been done, as IL is showing no signs of making a second win!”

As Edwin suggested, the True Plague slovenly lolls on his stomach, showing very few signs of recovery. Thompson takes notice of this occurrence, as he smiles, extending a single finger into the air which sets the foreshadowing for…

Axis: “He’s going up top!”

Edwin: “Taylor, who appears to be lounging on the top rope, pondering his next move, has to make an efficient decision on his next maneuver. If he chooses the wrong one, then he’s, simply put, fucked.”

King: “As fucked as Stacy Kiebler in my bed…”

Axis: “I am sooooooooo turning your headset off King.”

Taylor, perched upon the ring post, lets out a “KABOOM!” to the heated crowd, and launches from the turnbuckle! He outstretches his arms horizontally, as his head is the first object to land upon the mat! TNT’s demented cranium sinks into the sweatshirt baring shoulder blade of the Insane Luchadores! Or at least, those presumably were the intentions of the explosive one, as instead his skull hits nothing but mat, as his entire body recoils from the ground and he rolls over lifelessly, drunkenly spotting the rejoicing IL, who rolled out of range in the nick of time.

Axis: “The dynamite kid with a flying Headbutt that misses miserably!”

Edwin: “And True Plague takes advantage off this ‘wiff’ by hooking Thompson’s leg for the cover!”

Hall: “One! Two! Thr…”

Axis: “But he kicks out at 2 987/1029th’s!”

Both men, using eachother for support, manage to position themselves against the ropes, as they shake off their dazed and confused state of mind. The Insane Luchadores is the first to recover, as he immediately spots TNT, who is facing the opposite direction, and darts towards him, delivering a flying ninja kick to his opponent’s spinal column! Taylor collapses to his knees, holding his vertebrae, but soon regains his composition, as he makes his way back to his feet. IL notices this act of recovery, as he leaps into the air once more, as cameras rapidly flash, and thrusts his boot into TNT’s back once more! This time Taylor immediately crumples into a heap of muscle, incoherently mumbling in pain. IL reels back his leg, and once again thrusts it into Taylor’s side with a devastating toe punt! IL delivers yet another stomp, this one to the back, as Taylor soon finds himself drowning in a sea of boots! The sea abruptly stops for an instant, as IL savors his new found tide in the match flow, tilting his body backwards and extending both of his arms into the air, his palms flattened. This blatant taunt is short-lived however, as IL observes a bit of movement courtesy of TNT, and hurriedly puts an end to it as he twirls around, facing the opposite direction, and performs an entire flip, laying out the plans for a standing moonsault! Both Taylor and Plague feel the impact, both competitors gasping for breath.

Edwin: “Referee having to make the ten count for the first time in this match, as he already has reached seven!”

Both men struggle to their knees as the drunken Baltimore crowd enthusiastically begins to chant: “ASS-HOLES! ASS-HOLES! ASS-HOLES!”

King: “Pfft. These Balti-morons wouldn’t know a wrist lock from a wrist watch.”

Edwin: “You can’t tell a condom from a condominium.”

King: “I was wondering why my condominium seemed a bit small and rubbery the other day.”

Axis: “Um, ewe. Both men seem to be on their feet now at the count of nine!”

Edwin: “Now all that the Insane Luchadores has to do is apply a back torqing submission hold to win the match!”

Axis: “So you’re rooting for IL?”

Edwin: “Well, my Magic 8-Ball says that he’ll win, and it’s never been wrong.”

Axis: “You bought it today.”

Edwin: “Never been wrong alright.”

Just as Taylor recovers, IL grabs a hold of his tattooed arm, and hurls him against the ring ropes with an Irish-whip! The Insane Luchadores leans over in the center of the ring, as TNT comes sauntering back…

Axis: “He’s got him caught in a standing head-scissors!”

Edwin: “He hooks the arms!”

King: “You know when I was SWF champion and you guys weren’t I remember…”

Axis: “He lifts him up…NO! His injured backbone gives out to the delight of the audience, not allowing him to complete the Tiger Driver ’92 that he calls Dynamite!”

Taylor backs away from his opponent, arching his back, but IL slithers behind him and wraps his arms around his arms, locking him in a full nelson!

Axis: “Could it be?”

Taylor staggers back and forth, struggling out of the hold, as IL persistently cinches on! Andrew, with one last outburst of adrenalin, drags TNT to the ring post, freestyle walks vertically up the ring post to the height of the second rope, and comes plummeting downward as TNT, still in the full nelson smashes face first into the mat!

Axis: “Brink of insanity! Will it be enough?”

Hall: “One!”

Edwin: “My magic 8-ball says yes.”

King: “Shut up Prince of Pancakes or whatever the hell your name is.”

Hall: “Two!”

Axis: “I think we have a…”

Darkness.

Hall: “I can’t see his shoulders! Are they pinned?”

IL: “Who the fuck is messing with the lights?”

TNT: “Gungagalungagungagungagalunga.”

Axis: “What the hell happened to the lights?”

Suddenly, white letters begin to flash across the Smarktron, as the audience struggles to make them out. The heavy grinding grooves of Dillinger Escape Plan’s "Calculating Infinity" blast over the loud speakers.

Edwin: “I’m afraid of the dark!”

“Oof!”

“Ouch!”

“My spleen!”

“Hey don’t do that…”

*THWACK*

A few lights flicker back to normal, illuminating a bloodied Anthony Michael Hall, who lies on the mat unconscious, as a shadowy, hard to make out figure towers the crimson mess, steel chair in hand. Insane Luchadores observes this monstrosity, immediately kipping up to his feet, his eyes darting back and forth. The remaining radiant pulps in the arena sizzle back on, revealing the figure as “Deathwish” Danny Williams! IL shields his squinted eyes, protecting them from the sudden luminosity. Danno takes this advantage, as he quickly charges the True Plague, mercilessly cracking the steel chair across IL’s face. A stream of blood splatters from IL’s forehead, as his lifeless body falls to the ground.

Axis: “DEATHWISH! DEATHWISH! A man that Rickmen attacked mere hours ago seeking his revenge!”

Edwin: “Taylor is on his feet, having witnessed this violent travesty, what will he do?”

King: “Kick his ass!”

Dan darts to the ring ropes as an escape route, but quickly halts as he notices TNT, who remains inside the ring, shocked. Williams smirks, but his facial expression abruptly switches to a violent scowl, as he lifts the metal seating object above his head and smashes it upon Thompson’s skull! TNT’s crimson soaked body tumbles to the mat. Williams, accompanied by a deafening “DEATH-WISH!” recitation, observes his premature carnage, and quickly drags TNT’s corpse over IL’s corpse, shakes up the referee a bit, and sprints out of the ring, hops a guardrail, and dashes through the audience, disappearing into an ocean of fans.

Axis: “Deathwish has put the hurtin’ to both competitors tonight, gaining some long awaited revenge on his former student Taylor Nicholas Thompson, and attacking his attacker, Andrew Rickmen.”

King: “Hall is recovering, so that he can FINALLY make the count.”

Anthony lethargically slumps out of a puddle of his own blood, into a puddle of the combatant’s crimson juice, making the traditional 3-count, though the results are virtually already in.

Hall: “One! Two! Three!”

*** DING DING DING ***

AC/DC’s “TNT” blares from the loudspeakers as Thompson mentally celebrates a victory, though his body is unable to move.

Funyon: “Ladies and gentlemen the winner of this bout as a result of pinfall, the NEW #1 contender for the SJL European Title, ‘TNT’ Taylor Nicholas Thompson!”

Axis: “TNT to face Frost on a later date for some European gold!”

Edwin: “Yeah dawg. Snooch snooch smooch we’ll be back in a noonch!”

The camera cuts to a commercial break, as the last on screen image remains several stretchers assisting both competitors and the referee to the backstage area.

June 10, 2002

Axis: Annnnd WELCOME BACK to S - J - L Crimson! If you’re just joining us now, then--

Edwin: If you’re just joining us now, then FOR SHAME! Shame, I say! You’ve been missing another one of the most splendiferous editions of Metal yet!

King: Kids, tell me, if you’re just tuning in now … why aren’t you changing the channel!? Come on, there has to be something better on!! I think there some Steven Cup or whatever finals happening. Go, go, go!”

Edwin [baps King]: Hush, you. Anyway, it’s been an … interesting show so far, to say the least. The sWo, formerly known as the New Sound, have banded together and led by Chris Wilson, revolted against the fans, the very driving in force the league—NAY! All of wrestling itself!

Axis: Indeed they have, Edwin, and it is a most disgusting sight to behold. Right off the top of the show, they made their intentions clear. It’s obvious that they’re going for two things, right now at least. The destruction of XF9, and perhaps the upheaval of the commissioner’s chair …

King: If they can do either, these guys are my NEW favorite wrestlers, right off the bat!

Edwin: I would like to see them try!

Axis: I wouldn't speak too fast, Ed. You don't know what these guys could do.

***With that cryptic statement, the techies scatter from the ring, having fully reset it from the last match. On cue, Funyon picks himself up from his chair, and steps through the ropes and into the ring. He clears his throat … allowing some smartass fans to do the same. He throws a look at them and raises up the mic to his lips.***

Funyon: The following match, scheduled for one fall, is a six man TAG TEAM MATCH! (crowd sends a moderate but positive reaction) Introducing first …

***The squeaky opening notes of ‘Ashes in the Fall’ alert the fans, as the steady beat in the background picks up. The entrance washes over with heat, even as the fans just *anticipate* their arrival. The beat reaches crescendo, as Zach De La Rocha’s voice echo’s over the system. The SmarkTron flashes images of each member of the sWo hitting their finishers, blinking the letters "s… W… o…” on several occasions. With a sudden ‘BOOM!’ a small amount of pyro explodes on the stage, giving way for Flexxx, Wilson, Mak Francis, and Poisyn, all clad in sWo t-shirts.***

Axis: And there they are ... Angered by a lack of respect, and frustrated by a lack of success, everyone in the sWo is very jaded, very angry, and very, very dangerous.

Edwin: It can’t help being led by the Meat Man himself, no less. Pah, this kind of… destrucity in MY league! Riff-raff, I say!

***Absorbing the crowd’s jeers like sponges, all of the men make their way down the ramp. Wilson splits from the group, walking to the side of the ring apron, as the other three men strike various poses in the ring, gazing about the *venomous* crowd.***

Funyon: Led to the ring by Chris Wilson, and wei--… (At the mere mention of that name, the crowd *redoubles* their jeering) Er… and weighing in at a combined weight of 693lbs…Flunkmasta Flexxx…Poisyn…and the SJL World Television Champion, Mak Francis… the SMARKS… WORLD… ORRRRDERRRR!!

***The crowd again lights up with boos, as Flexxx and Francis shout various insults into the crowd… as an easily recognizable techno beat rocks the crowd! Those in a attendance explode into cheers, and modify their usual lauding by chanting ‘XF9!’ in tune with the beat! B4U ~Glorious Style~ kicks into full techno gear, as the good-guys make their appearance on stage.***

Funyon: And their opponents! At a total combined weight of 439 lbs…They are members of the X Force Nine: ZEEEEEE… and CED ORRRRDOOOONEZZZZZZZ!!

***Ced and Z dispense with the usual antics, looking usually serious. Only very briefly acknowledging the fans, Ced and Z begin a slow stride down to the ring, keeping their eyes locked on all three member of the sWo.***

Axis: And there they are! Though not as loaded as they once were, Ced and Z dropped a BOMBSHELL at the start of the show, actually introducing World Champ SYDNEY SKY as they all-new fearless leader! XF9 may have their work cut out for them, but you have to remember, they have fought, and DEFEATED every threat they have ever faced.

King: Pah, you think that addition of the [cough] riot grrl is going to help them any? She ain’t LDP, or Erek Taylor, or the Apostle or even Ash friggin’ Ketchum! This group is XF9 in name *only,* and mark my words: They are dead. XF9 is dead and *buried* and it ain’t EVER coming back!

***All three members of the sWo lean on the ropes and taunt the two men, daring them into the ring… Although not breaking their stares; XF9 does not comply, instead stopping at the bottom of the ramp, and waiting as B4U fades out… and a much heavier song replaces it. The soothing sounds of Slipknot woo the crowd, as smoke starts to fill the entrance way and blinding strobe lights fill the arena.***

Funyon: And their partner! From Muenchen, Germany; weighing in at 227 lbs … TOD… DE… KINDEEEEESSSSS!!

***Tod paces out, clad in his trenchcoat and shades, and stops under the Smarktron to throw random looks at the crowd. He walks down the ramp with confidence in his steps, pausing at the bottom with Z and Ced. Without a single word, they convey their emotions. Tod removes the trenchcoat and shades, deposits them on the floor, exchanging looks with his tag partners. With a sudden movement, all three men break up, diving into the ring from different angles!***

Axis: Holy hell! It’s on, now!

***Flexxx, Francis and Poisyn are caught off guard as the three come in at different angles, and immediately go to town. Z charges from the left, leveling Mak with a malicious Arm Grenade, obediently sending him flipping in all directions! Poisyn watches from the right, stunned for a moment… which is all is needed for Tod to spin him around and clock him with a sterling right hand! Poisyn is shaken… before being drilled by a second right hand! And a third! He shambles himself into the ropes… and crashes over them, thumping on the apron and slipping to the floor as Tod puts him down with a dropkick.***

Edwin: WHOO!! The sWo is being discombobulated by a rampaging German and an XF9 alphabet!

King: The hell!? This… this is dirty pool! Where the hell is Anthony Michael Hall! He should be stopping this!

Axis: What’s he gonna’ do, King? The match hasn’t even started yet!

***Seeing his pals get demolished, Flexxx stands aware as Ced dives into the ring from in front of him. Before he can get to his feet, Flexxx stomps on him like a madman! Hauling Ced up, Flexxx snares his arm and chucks him to the ropes… and Ced reverses! Flexxx crashes into the ropes and slingshots back… getting his teeth loosened by a solid roundhouse kick. Ced quickly shouts something to Z, who nods in agreement, hauling up the recovering Francis. Pulling the dazed Flexxx to his feet as well, Ced and Z grab their respective opponents arm, and whip them to each other, letting Flexxx and Mak collide! Both men stagger into the ropes… and are removed from the premises by a clothesline duet.***

Axis: Crikey! XF9 and Tod deKindes have absolutely *cleaned house* here! The sWo are already on their heels, and the match hasn’t even started yet!

King: Fast out of the gate can come back to bite you in the ass, Axis. …and I still say this should be a disqualification.

***As the sWo gather outside of the ring, trying to regroup with the help of their ‘manager,’ Ced and Z stand in the ring, egging all of their opponents on whilst bathing in the ‘XF9! XF9!’ chant! Tod takes the chance to pace around the ring confidently, but does not include himself in the tongue lashing, instead opting to gaze toward the sWo, exuding cold concentration. At the persistence of the zebra, Wilson finally finishes his pep talk, having let his boys recover. All three clamber onto the apron, while a round of Rock, Paper, Scissors decides who starts in camp XFTod. FINALLY having the match under some reasonable level of control, ref Anthony Michael Hall signals the timekeeper to ring the bell.***

Axis: And it’s taken us forever, but this one is *finally* underway!

Edwin: Fo shizzle! It looks like my dawg Ced be startin, with Mak gettin’ his bitch-arse into the ring. If this go as well as da’ first minute, it be awe-SNAP, yo!

***Nothing is said, until we clearly hear King throwing a stuffed panda at Edwin.***

King: …I wish you wouldn’t do that.

***Like practically every match in the history of wrestling matches, Ced and Mak leap into one another, tying it up in a collar and elbow. Barley having to jockey, Mak twirls around and cinches Ced up in a rear waistlock, his amateur ability shining through. Ced stumbles in the centre of the ring, throwing him elbows behind himself rapidly in an attempt to nail Mak with one of them. Mak avoids, strafing left, than right, before Ced finally gets the better of his loosening grip, reversing into his own rear waistlock!***

Axis: These two using some very good amateur stylings from the get-go.

King: You mean with the talent you never had? Ah, you know, I hope Ced keeps trying to outwrestle Mak. He’ll lose, and in convincing fashion! After all, as if some Shinjiro Ohtani imitating stiff is going to outwrestle a gold medal winning Olympic Champion!”

Edwin: I'd bet you he'd be almost as bad off as if he was in there with you, right?

King: Oh, you better BELIEVE it!

***Thinking fast, Mak ducks down and reaches behind him, taking Ced’s ankle and toppling him onto his back. Before Francis can do anything useful with Ced down, however, Ced boots Mak in the back with his free leg, sending him tripping into the ropes. Ced throws himself into a more proper lying down position, as Mak hops over him. Ced pops to is feet, and shoots himself off the ropes… only to be stopped by the ricocheting ‘Franchise’ with a stiff shoulder block! Francis goes back off the ropes for more as Ced kips-up to his feet. The crowd roars in approval as a stunned Mak can do little as Ced jumps up, and claps his boots of Francis’s face in a textbook dropkick! Mak bails, as Ced raises his arms for the crowd.***

Edwin: Ha! Francis tried to cash in on a weak shot, and he paid the piper for it. Naturally, he’s decided to bail like the ring was filling up with water--…

King: Shut up! He’s obviously out to ‘re-evaluate his strategy'.

***Mak looks up at Ced, seeing him egg him on in the ‘come and get me’ gesture. Glowering, Mak dives back into the ring… and gets a face full of boot for his troubles. Mak prevails, trying his best to ignore Ced’s stiff as all hell stomps as he gets to his feet. Ced continues his assault… until Mak catches one of his legs! Mak grins, spouting off a few degrading shots… before noticing Ced’s growing smile. He looks down at Ced’s leg… and is rapidly looking at the lights as Ced brigs his spare foot up, cracking it on the side of Francis’s head in an Enzugiri!***

Edwin: Ladies and gentlemen, Mak Francis is out and his brain has LEFT the building!

Axis: What a *shot!* That enzugiri just scrambled Francis’ brains!

King: Enzugiri… can’t you get those at Dairy Queen?

***Francis doesn’t stay downed on the canvas for long, though, as Ced hauls him up and pulls him to the middle of the ring, tossing him in an Irish Whip… that’s reversed. Ced careens to the ropes… right at Flexxx. Flexxx prepares himself for a big roundhouse kick… but Ced stops short. Ced smirks at Flexxx…and Flexxx smirks in return pointing behind him. Ced turns… and is dropped by a lariat from The Franchise. Flexxx and Mak at one another, as he makes a quick tag to Poisyn…***

King: Leverage, leverage, leverage! Kids, nothing warms my heart liking watch at team use its number advantage! Good stuff.

Edwin: Kingfish, hero to hundreds… dare I say, DOZENS of children! You’re like Don Cherry, King.

King: Like I do with you two every week, gentlemen; ol' Coach CARRIES that bastard Ron MacLean!

***Poisyn hops over the ropes, gladly accepting that tag. He hammers Ced with vicious forearms to the upper back and then grabs his arm, twisting it into an arm wringer. Ced, with a pained grimace on his face, walks around trying to shut off the pain. He tries to counter with his own arm wringer, but Poisyn maintains a strong hold. Under encouragement from the fans and his two partners, Ced attempts to break free of the hold. He rolls forwards, spins around, rolls again, nips up and finally reverses the 'wringer to his own! As Poisyn screams as if his arm was about be ripped from its socket, Ced walks over to his own corner and tags in Z. ***

Axis: Having gotten a very good handle on the early going, Ced’s decided to tag it out to his partner.

King: …tell me something, Axis. The idea of wrestling is to WIN, right?

Edwin: No DUH, King.

King: Grr… anyway, if you’ve already got the match going, why the HELL would you tag out to Z!? Ludicrous!

***Z takes over working on Poisyn's arm and puts on his own arm wringer, wrenching on the elbow a few times. He drives his own shoulder into Poisyn’s arm… before throwing it over his neck. Z seizes Poisyn’s tights and rips him over in the GENERIC VERTICAL SUPLEX OF UNFATHOMABLY EVIL PROPORTIONS! Nodding curtly in an ‘It’s allll under control’ fashion, Z rolls onto the squirming Poisyn… and locks on an ARMBAR!***

Axis: As… unbelievable as this must sound, *Z* is carrying on the beating, keeping just as good a note of psychology!

King: L… ludicrous!

***As the referee is quick to check for a submission, Z opts to release the arm bar and drops a knee on that very shoulder of Poisyn. He brings up the sWo'er to his feet via hair pull, hammers him with a few rights and Irish whips him to the ropes. Poisyn ducks an oncoming clothesline, and then a back elbow but he stops short when Z's fist goes flying right into his midsection. Z positions himself properly and drives down his opponent with a side russian leg sweep. He floats over into a cover.***

Axis: Quick cover! With the way Z’s been going, this could be all over!

King: Wh—what!? Damn the karma! WHY GOD!?

*One!*

King: Why must Z, of all people, spoil this debut!? WHY MUST--!

*Two!*

***Kick out by Poisyn!***

King: A-heh… uh, I knew he wouldn’t stay down ALLL along.

Z quickly maintains the advantage and traps Poisyn in another punishing arm bar. Poisyn, still on hs feet, tries to think of a way to free himself. His best option is to yank on Z's blueish hair, all the way into a corner. When prompted to break by the referee, Poisyn rears back with his balled up fist and NAILS Z right in the head to gain freedom of his arm. He hammers at him with more right hands and Irish whips him to the opposite neutral corner. Blind running charge misses as Z puts a boot up. As Poisyn staggers to center ring, Z comes up from behind and dropkicks him in the back! …well, he tries to, only getting about a half-second of hang time. Still, it sends Poisyn staggering into the waiting arms of Ced and Tod! He quickly backs off, fearing any assault from the two, only to turn around walk right into another shaky dropkick by Z! Z brings Poisyn to his corner and showers him with punches and kicks. Upon warnings from the referee, Z dutifully calls off the dogs and proceeds to tag in Tod, producing a small pop from the crowd.***

Edwin: Z and Ced like to kid around, but let's see how the sWo deals with Tod's no nonsense approach to things. We’ve entered a ‘no jiggy’ zone, kids!

***Tod quickly comes in and repeadetly prints his right hand into Poisyn's head. Irish whip to the ropes, followed up by a powerslam by Tod. He runs the ropes and comes crashing back down with a solid knee drop! Cover.***

*One!*

*Two!*

***Poisyn quickly kicks out and gets to his feet. Tod meets up with him, using more right hands. Gutshot. Tod runs the ropes and connects with an impactful swinging neckbreaker. Cover.***

*One!*

*Two!*

***Flexxx comes in and makes the save by booting Tod behind the shoulder blades. As he returns to his corner under stern warnings by the referee, Tod maintains the offense on Poisyn. He grabs him in a front face lock, throws his arm up over his head and proceeds to execute his usual trifecta of suplexes, aptly named the Sara Sequence.***

Axis: Tod is maintaining that advantage for his team as he keeps Poisyn grounded with his speed and agility, and just after having neutralized him with the Sara Sequence!

King: Who the hell IS Sara, anyway?

Edwin: Actually, my sources tell me that it might have been someone Tod was acquainted with. It's not too clear yet.

King: Someone he's acquainted with…Eddie Mac, ace reporter, ladies and gentlemen.

***After making sure Poisyn was sprawled stomach first across the top rope, Tod walks over to the apron, ready to deliver his signature legdrop that usually follows the Sara Sequence. He springs up on the top rope, and just as he leaps off, Mak Francis arrives at the last second and pulls off his partner to safety. Tod rolls around on the mat, clutching his back side. Meanwhile, Poisyn takes this occasion to tag out, allowing the Television champ Mak Francis to come in. He nails a few rights of his own on the german grappler and sends him running to the ropes, courtesy of an Irish whip. He drags Tod down to his feet with a lightening fast drop toe hold, and then floats over into a front face lock.***

Axis: The TV champ, already scoring with the mat wrestling moves!

King: Like I said, I know quite a bit about this whole Greco-roman thing. See, I used to work in a Greek restaurant, and—

Axis: You did not!

King: You’re right. I used to OWN a Greek restaurant. Anyway, there were a bunch of Romans who came in and had dinner often. Hence, Greco-roman!

***Axis and Edwin resist the urge to clock King, as after a few seconds in the weakening hold, Tod gets to his feet and tries to muscles himself out of the hold. He slowly pries Francis' grip away from his and finally reverses the hold into a hammer lock! Quite the accomplished may wrestler himself, Tod thinks quick and transforms the hold into a trapping head lock, into a takedown. Referee Hall sees a pair of shoulders on the mat.***

*One!*

*Two!*

***Francis quickly lifts up his arm. Flexxx comes in with an intended elbow drop for Tod, but the German One, as Francis eats the elbow. Z comes in to counteract Flexxx's illegal presence. Poisyn comes in to counteract THAT illegal presence by coming in himself. Ced sees everybody in the ring and thinks 'Why the hell not' and comes in the ring as well.***

Axis: It's breaking loose already here in this six man tag match!! Every body has come in and they're hitting anything that moves!!

Edwin: The referee is losing control of this like King at one of his block parties!

(King growls)

***The baby faces quickly take control of that little melee and toss their opponents one by one to the outside. Chris Wilson runs over to them and asks them what the hell is going on…His speech adressing his troops is picked up by the ringside camera mics.***

Wilson: What the hell is going on?! They're flying all over you guys and they're dictating the pace!! This is NOT how I envisionned this match!! You need to get your shit together and --HOLY SH--…!!

***Meanwhile, Tod and Z are holding up Ced in a double press slam and then they proceed to THROW him to the outside into the arms of the sWo! Everybody crumples down in a heap. Z points to the skies and screams at the crowd for approval, to which they happily comply. Tod grabs Z by the arm and whips him to the ropes as well.***

Edwin: Now it looks as if it's Z's turn to fly!

King: Coughfallcough.

***Z runs straight at Tod, who bends down and backdrops Z clear over the ropes, into the fleshy mass!***

Axis: There's a sea of humanity on the outside, and Z just took a big dive into the pool!!

Edwin: Now, it looks as if *Tod* wants to go up in the air!

***Tod gets a running head start in the ropes and culminates with a HUGE sommersault dive over the ropes and onto the staggering group of people at ringside, not having any regard for who he hits on the way down.***

Axis: Tod takes it to the air as well and now everybody's outside! There's no one but the referee in the ring now!

Edwin: And the memories, Axis. Never forget the memories.

King: Hold up, I wanna go up there and jump, too!

Axis: You stay right there!

***All six men at ringside exchange some punches between each other, as the illegal men slowly retreat to their corner. Meanwhile, both legal men; Tod deKindes and Mak Francis roll back into the ring. Tod gets set to put some more hurting on the TV champ, but he's quickly crawling to his corner and he tags in Flexxx. He comes darting into the ring, arm outstretched with an intended clothesline. Tod ducks the attempted blow, lifts up Flexxx in a fireman's carry position and DRIVES him down with a death valley driver! Cover!***

Axis: And you could hear the snap of Flexxx’s neck!

Edwin: La Couverture!

*One!*

*Two!*

***Kick out by Flexxx!***

Edwin: Ah, non! Le bâtard de rat donné un coup de pied dehors!

King: …I didn’t know you spoke French.

Edwin: Oui, je suis fanatique de la langue de l'amour! L'énonciation juste “roi est smelly des ascenseurs” d'une tête d'âne 'mon coeur!

***Tod brings him up to his feet and lifts him up on his shoulders for another DVD, this time setting him up for his trademark swanton bomb off the top rope. However this time, Flexxx wiggles free, spins around and connects with a huge DDT that sends down Tod with authority. Flexxx adds in a stomp to the head for good measure and reaches to tag in Poisyn. Poisyn charges at the downed Tod, but quickly gets countered with a sharp drop toe hold that sends Poisyn down to the mat! Tod rolls over to his corner and tags in Ced. He vaults up to the top rope, awaits for Poisyn to get into the proper position and then SOARS off with a picture perfect top rope cross body block into an attempted cover.***

Axis: Another fall attempt from XF9!

*One!*

*Two!*

***Poisyn maneuvers out of the predicament and gains the advantage for the first time in the match by burying some fingers in Ced's eyes. He shoves him to his own corner and hammers away at him with punches, kicks and occasional choke holds. Upon the referee's warnings and a five count, Poisyn promptly releases the choke and diverts the official's attention away from the aforementionned corner; allowing Flexxx and Mak to cheap shot Ced into oblivion with repeated punches to the head.

King: A mind for the game! These two remember Ced’s constant head problems!

Edwin: That is SO open for me to take a shot at you, but…

Axis: King, that was months ago! He’s got to be cleared up by now!

King: Beside the point!

Z throws a fit and tries to enter the ring to save his partner, causing Hall to turn around and prevent him from doing such a thing. Even Tod helps to plead the case. Meanwhile, while all this happens, Poisyn heads off to a corner and connects with a springboard senton atomico right onto the prone Ced! Z is still arguing with the referee, allowing Flexxx to come off with the same move! Francis throws in a solid kick to the head for good measure. Once the referee's attention is back to the match, Poisyn attempts a cover.***

King: A train of senton bombs! A leathal kick! This is SO heaven!

Axis: Pah… this is hell for XF9 and Tod. The sWo know a thing or two about manipulating emotions, and they’re using it to—COVER!

*One!*

*Two!*

*Th--…

*** Two and a half on Ced! Poisyn pushes him back to a corner and tags in Mak Francis. Mak comes in, right hands to Ced followed by an Irish whip. He connects with his own gutshot and russian legsweep, letting the beaten down Ced thud to the ground! The crowd boos vehemently as Francis rises to his feet, wallowing the jeering. As the battered and cruised ‘Submission Mark’ crawls to his feet, Francis delivers a dinky little soccer kick to his ribs! With a groan of pain, the weak shot is enough to make Ordonez roll back to the mat, his ribs very obviously KILLING him. Not satisfied, Francis hauls Ced up, tossing him to the ropes with an Irish Whip… which Ced reverses! Ordonez does a full dose do, sending Mak careening into the turnbuckles!***

Axis: Ride em’, cowboys! It isn’t line dancing, but Ced just reversed that whip into a full dose do!

Edwin[drawl]: Look out, pa! There’s gonna be a whuppin! Somebody get the sheriff, a-yeeHAW!

***Mak crashes sternum first, and coughs violently, stumbling back in pain… only to have his arms lifted into a full-nelson! Ced locks his hands behind Francis’s head, and prepares for a Tiger Suplex… but can’t get Mak over, as he struggles violently! Using his slight leverage advantage, Mak loosens one arm, managing to drive the point of his elbow repeatedly into Ced’s face! Ced breaks, turning around and holding his nose in pain… as Francis reaches around him, clamping in the…***

Axis: Million Dollar Exemption! Francis has locked in his submission finisher! IN Ced’s weakened state, I don’t think he can fight it off!

King: WHOO! What’d I tell you? DEAD, Axis! DEAD AND BURIED!

***Choking out spittle, and coughing in pin, Ced wanders painfully around the ring… before spotting his corner! Ced lurches, ever… so… slowly to his corner, as Mak tightens his grip on Ced’s throat! With mere feet separating Ced and a fresh man, Mak cinches in the hold as hard as he can! Fueled by the ‘ORDONEZ! ORDONEZ!’ chant, Ced makes on last dash… and leaps at the second rope, springboarding off and swinging his free hand up… and connecting with Z! The crowd explodes!***

Axis: THE TAG! CED GOT THE TAG!

Edwin[deep breath]: HOT TAG! HOT TAG HOT TAG!!!

***Ced lands back first on Mak, throwing the air out of him, as Z jumps into the ring. He has no time to help his friend, as Flexxx tries to enter the ring to save the match! Z hurries over to the other corner, taking out Flexxx with an awesome Arm Grenade! Before Poisyn can do any of the same, Z arm greanades him, too!***

Axis: This is starting to degenerate into chaos AGAIN!

King: Damn it! This is critical! The sWo better not lose control NOW!

Axis: If XF9 can capitalize, they can put this away and end the sWo before they—WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!?

***At Axis’s reference, the camera pans over… to see the massive figure of Frost coming down the aisle! The crowd boo’s at his presence, but he ignores them, instead breaking into spring to the ring, and RAMMING his forearm into the back of Tod deKindes! Tod crumples to the apron, garnering the refs attention, as Frost picks him up and throws him down the aisle! Hall exits the ring to try and stop him… while in the ring, Z signals for the end! Setting Mak between his legs, he hauls him up, preparing for one half of the Silver Corrosion! Semi-recovered, Ced prepares himself on the apron… while on the outside, Wilson sees it all slipping away! As Ced leaps off the top rope… Wilson yanks Z’s ankle, letting Ced crash to the canvas… and letting Mak sit RIGHT on top of Z!***

Axis: WHAT THE HELL!?

King: Hoo-hoo! I knew he wouldn’t stay out of this! He’s got Halls attention, and just directed him toward the pin!

***At Wilson’s prodding, Hall dives into the ring for the count!***

*One!*

Axis: No!

*TWO!!*

Axis: NOT LIKE THIS!

*THREEEEE!!!*

Funyon: The winners of this match… the S… W… OOOOO!

Axis: Damn it! With an assist from that bastard Wilson, the sWo just scammed their first victory!

King: I TOLD YOU, AXIS! DEAD! XF9 IS DEAD! MAY THE JUBILATION… BEGIN!

***Wilson gathers his troops in the middle of the ring, battered or not, as they raise each others arms in celebration. The crowd boos viciously, as the ring fills up with trash. The sWo ignore the crowd, standing proud in their first moment of glory…***

Axis: Da… damn them. Ugh… Damn you, Chris Wilson. Damn him… [growls] Main event, up next…

[fade]

June 10, 2002

Axis: Good day mates, and welcome back to SJL Crimson! We have taken our last commercial break, so we can bring you tonight’s main event uninterrupted.

Edwin: That’s right up next we have what sure is to be a classic in the making. “Deathwish” Danny Williams takes on Sydney Sky for the Championship of the World.

King: Oh yes, the Championship of the World. You know I remember when I was the champion of.....

Edwin: This isn’t going to be just any match up. Tonight the Championship will be on the line in a brutal 45minute Iron Man......um Woman too match.

Axis: The rules are simple. The two athletes wrestle for 45 minutes. Who ever has the most pin falls or submissions wins the match. Like Edwin said, an Iron man match is one of the most brutal in the sport. You have to be in superior condition to just survive the match, let alone win it.

King: Which is way I pick Danny Williams to win this thing. He works long, slow ass matches any ways. Sydney on the other hand likes to run out there, do some flips, get the match over with. Besides she’s a girl, and has no business in the ring with a monster like Williams. She should know her role, in the kitchen.

Edwin: Sydney Sky has prove time and time again, she can compete with the men. She could kick your ass, King.

King: No way! Just like did with you, I’ll her make her my bitch and make her like it.

Edwin: That’s exactly what I did to your wife.

King: I’am not married!

Axis: Back on the subject guys. Funyon is ready with the introductions.

The heavy grinding grooves of Dillinger Escape Plans "Calculating Infinity" blasts over the loud speakers. The titantron 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 nods his head to a respectful applause from the crowd. He slowly walks to the ring with a focused, no nonsense look on his face. He gets in the ring and just warms up.

Edwin: This match means a lot to the career of Williams. In was apparent early in his career, that Williams was destined for greatness. But whether it was drugs or a lazy work ethic, he always fell short. It seems like ever since last year, he’s been fighting an uphill battle to get back on the top. Can he prove his critics wrong, and become the legend he was predicted to be?

Bittersweet Symphony" by the Verve begins to play and Sydney Sky appears on the stage with a serene smile on her face. It stays there for a moment while the crowd cheers. It disappears for a more determined look, as she narrows her eyes towards the ring. Along the sides of the stage, sparkling pyros of purple, blue and white go off. She heads down to the ring with a swagger, high-fives to various audience members along the way. She slides into the ring, winks at the announcers and prepares for the match.

Edwin: Sydney’s title reign has been declared a fuke, a gift from her tortured admirer Frost. That she didn’t really deserve the title. However tonight, Sydney can prove her reign is no fluke or undeserving gift. A win over a badass like Danny Williams in a match that clearly plays to his advantage, will cement her place as a true deserving champion.

King: Thank you Edwin, for that melodramatic sack of bull.

Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is for the Championship of the World!!!!!!!!(crowd goes nuts) This contest is Iron Man rules. Whichever wrestler has the most pinfalls at the end of the 45 minute time limit will be declared the winner. In the event of a draw, the champion will retain the title.

King: Those rules suck! You should have a sudden death rule or something Edwin.

Funyon: Introducing first, the challenger, he weighs in at 238 pounds, hailing from Louisville, Kentucky. “DEATHWISH” DANNY WILLIAMSssssssssssssss!

Williams gets a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Funyon: And now......Introducing the SJL Champion of the World. She weighs in at 170 pounds, hailing from Los Angeles, California. SIDNEY SKYyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!

The roof of the arena is blown off, by whistles and cheers.

Axis: O.K. here we go! In 45 minutes of pure wrestling action, the owner of the title SJL World Champion will be determined!

DING! DING! DING! Williams and Sky step out of the corners and circle each other. Sky bounces around with some fancy leg movement, while Williams slowly stalks her. Williams tries to cut her off at a corner, but Sky easily spins out. Williams turns around, and gets caught with a roundhouse kick to the gut. The blow connects with a hard thump, and Sky steps in for another kick. Williams draw back for an elbow, but Sky goes back paddling out of range. Sky dances around like a boxer and motions for Williams to “bring it on”. Williams makes a dive, but Sky calmly side steps him, and gives him a quick kick to the gut. While Williams is stunned, Sky goes for the Rolling Wheel Kick! Sky’s foot connects right with Williams’ mouth, and knocks him to the mat. Williams tries to stand up, but Sky dropkicks him in the ankle! Williams screams, and rolls out of the ring in pain. Williams adjusts his ankle brace, and hobbles around trying to walk off the pain. The crowd chants, “Sky! Sky! Sky!”

Axis: So far, Sky is dominating this match with her superior speed.

Edwin: Sydney can dominate me anytime.

King: Come on Williams, give the belt some credibility back. Don’t let a girl kick your ass.

Sky plays the crowd, and gets rewarded with some whistles and cat calls. Williams gathers himself, and slide back into the ring. Sky lets him in, and again motions for him to “bring it on” Williams follows Sky as she bounces around the ring. However, Williams doesn’t make any attempt at an offense, he just follows her. Sky dances around him, and just waits for Williams to do something. The crowd starts to “boo” and chant “boring”. Sky waves Williams on, but he does nothing. Sky breaks a sweat, and starts to look winded. She finally gets impatient and fires a wild kick at Williams. Williams catches her leg, spins her around, and locks on a back waistlock. Williams lifts Sky in the air, and slams her into a seated position.

Axis: Great strategy by Williams. He knew Sky was looking for a counter, so he stepped back and forced her to be the aggressor. Then when he caught her, he took her to the mat, to utilize his power advantage.

King: Yeah take her down Williams.

Edwin: That reminds me of the way I man handled your wife last night.

Sky tries to crawl away, putting the two in an amateur wrestling position. Williams rides Sky with the waistlock, and quickly floats in front of her. Williams locks on a tight front facelock, stopping Sky from reaching the ropes. Sky forces her way to her feet, and Williams carefully adjusts his grip into a side headlock. Sky darts to the ropes and shoots Williams off, but Williams keeps the headlock held on tightly, and just drags Sky to the mat! Williams stays on one knee for leverage, and starts grinding away at Sky’s neck. Sky uses all the power of her long legs to push her way back up to a vertical base. Sky darts for a corner, while Williams struggles to keep the Headlock applied. Once they get near the corner, Williams puts out his feet and catwalks up the turnbuckles. Williams flips over and pins Sky’s shoulders to the mat with a high headlock takedown. Kivell counts.

One....

Two....

With the aid of Williams’ tights, Sky rolls Williams on his shoulders for the pin.

One....

Two.....

Williams rolls back over, and keeps Sky grounded with a seated headlock. Sky gets on her hands and knees to relieve some of the pressure off her neck. Williams twists and jerks away at her neck. Once again, Sky manages to push her way up to her feet. Sky stretches her arms out for the ropes, but their far out of reach. Sky starts trying to walk her way to the ropes, while Williams tries to trip her up. Sky is able to stay on her feet, and still keep inching her way to the ropes. Finally, Sky gets within reaching distance of the ropes, but Williams spins her around and snapmares to the mat. Williams quickly traps Sky in a back head scissors.

Axis: Great move by Williams. He was wearing himself out, trying to keep her in the headlock. So he switches to the head scissors, which hardly uses in energy to keep on, but takes a lot of energy to escape from.

King: All bull, he just wants to stick Sky’s head in his crouch.

Edwin: What’s wrong with that?

King: I dunno, at a boy Williams.

Sky locks her arms around Williams’ legs, and starts trying to roll him on his back. Sky rocks back and forth, and finally gets enough momentum to roll Williams on his back. Sky bridges out of the head scissors, keeps her grip on Williams’ leg, flips over on William’s back, and casually locks on a Sharpshooter! The crowd goes crazy for that spot. Williams screams in agony, and starts trying to push his way up. Fighting the numbing pain in his ankle, Williams walks on his hands to the ropes. Kivell steps in, and forces Sky to release the hold. Once free, Williams pulls himself up with the ropes. Sky stays on him, and starts kicks his ankle. Williams screams with each kick, and collapses to one knee. Sky locks on a headlock and tries to jerk Williams with off the ropes. Williams won’t budge, and keeps his arms locks around the ropes. Sky releases the headlock and kicks Williams in the mouth. Than Sky is able to rip him off the ropes with a headlock takedown. Williams shoulders are down, and Kivell starts to count.

One....

Two....

Williams raises his shoulder up and pulls Sky off with a head scissors. Still trapped in the front head scissors, Sky runs around Williams until she’s vertical with him. Sky does a hand stand to try to flip out of the hold. Williams catches her by her waist, and spikes her head into the mat! A hurt Sky drops back into the head scissors. The crowd “ohs”. Williams chuckles and starts playing with her hair. Sky does another hand stand to try to escape the hold, but again Williams spikes her head into the mat! Williams release the head scissors, and covers Sky for the pin.

One....

Two....

Sky kicks out, but Williams traps her in a kneeling headlock. Sky locks her arms around Williams waist, and pushes her way to her feet. Sky lifts Williams up, and falls back for the Backdrop Suplex! Sky doesn’t lift Williams all the way up, and smack the back of her head on the mat. Both wrestlers are out, and Kivell starts a ten count.

Funyon: 15 minutes has gone by, 35 minutes remain.

Williams gets up on the count of five, but Sky appears to be out cold. Williams pulls Sky to her feet by her hair, and traps her in a standing head scissors. Williams locks his arms around Sky’s waist, and hoists her up for the Deathbomb! Sky locks her legs around Williams head, and reverses to the Hurricane! Williams goes face first into the bottom turnbuckle of the near by corner. The crowd “ohs” and blows the roof of the building with a “Sky” cheer.

Edwin: Ouch! Williams probably lost another tooth after that.

Axis: Williams thought he had wore Sky down enough to go for the Deathbomb, but Sky still has a lot of fight left in her.

King: Now that wasn’t a counter. Williams just lost his grip, that’s all.

Sky gets up and pops her neck a few times. Williams rolls on to the apron, and pulls himself up with the ropes. Sky quickly hits him with a brutal Rolling Wheel Kick! Williams crashes to the floor on the outside, and Sky ascends to the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner. Sky balances herself on the top rope, with her back turned to Williams. As soon as Williams stumbles to his feet, Sky jumps off the tope rope and hits him with a perfect Diving Moonsault! The crowd bursts into a “Holy Shit!” chant. A dizzy Sky climbs to her feet and rolls in the ring. Sky waits with her hands on her knees, sucking up all the air she can.

Edwin: Non stop high flying action here in the SJL!

Axis: Sydney can smell blood and is throwing everything she has at Williams, here in the early going.

King: Williams knows she has weak stamina and is letting her wear herself out.

Williams slowly gets up, holding his ribs. Williams climbs on to the apron, and crawls into the ring. Sky greets him, with a hard front dropkick to the face! Sky uses what strength her small frame can muster, and drags Williams lifeless body the rest of the way into the ring. Sky falls on him for an exhausted pin.

One....

Two.....

Three!

No! Kivell waves off the count and points to Williams foot on the bottom rope. Sky sits up with her hands on her hips and sighs. While Williams remains on the mat, Sky steps on to the apron and climbs to the tope rope. Williams staggers to his feet, and notice Sky perched on the top rope. Williams blindly charges, but he is not fast enough. Sky leaps off the tope rope and catches him with a Diving Hurricanrana! Sky springs to her feet, and takes position near the ropes. Williams stumbles to his feet, and Sky bounces of the ropes at him. Before Williams can raise his head up, Sky hits him with the Fame Asser! Sky rolls Williams over and hooks his leg for the pin.

One....

Two.....

Thre

No! Williams raises his shoulder up! Sky signals “its all over” and traps Williams in a standing head scissors as he gets up. Sky hooks both his arms to set up the Daybreak! But Williams throws her off with a Back Body Drop! Sky lands on her feet, and rolls Williams up with a School Boy! Sky slides all the way over Williams, putting her entire body weight on his legs. The crowd counts with Kivell.

One....

Two.....

Three!

Williams kicks out at the last second, but Kivell raises Sidney hand in victory. DING!

Funyon:SIDNEY SKY............scores the pinfall at 18 minutes and 58 seconds!!! She now leads one pinfall to zero.

Edwin: Girl Power!

King: NO! Damn you Williams! She’s just a girl, you kicked Reapers ass for crying out loud!

Axis: There is twenty five minutes left. All Sydney has to do is stay on the defense, and she has this thing won.

King: Never! Williams wasn’t even trying. He was riding the rest holds and goofing off. Hopefully this woke him up, and he’ll be back to his cold killer self.

A pissed Williams jumps up and insists he kicked out at two. Kivell ignores him, and starts the ten count. An exhausted Sidney returns to her corner, she drops to her knees, and tries to catch her breath. Williams kicks the bottom rope, spits and screams profanities. Kivell stops the count at five and orders Williams to stay in his corner. Williams shakes his head, and steps back in his corner. Kivell continues the count, “Six....Seven....Eight.....Nine....Ten!”. Kivell signals to the time keeper, and the bell rings.

Funyon: The ten second rest period has expired, 26 minutes and two seconds remain.

DING! Williams charges out of his corner like a bull. Sky charges out of her corner, right at Williams. Williams swings a hooking clothesline, which is ducked. Williams puts on the breaks and spins around. Sky drops him with a quick dropkick to the ankle! Williams grabs his ankle and rolls around on the mat in pain. Sky doesn’t attack, and instead keeps a distance. Shaking with pain and anger, Williams staggers to his feet. Williams charges Sky, but she easily spins out of his path. Sky runs backwards to the other side of the ring, and Williams chases after her. Sky bounces around, and avoids Williams with a series of lighting quick stutter steps and spin moves.

Edwin: What the hell are doing Sky? You had him hurt earlier, stay on him.

Axis: It appears Sky is quite happy with a 1 to 0 lead. It looks like she’s going to be playing defense for the rest of the match.

King: Big mistake, It’s going to take a lot more than a one point lead to beat Williams.

Despite pouring sweat and being out of breath, Williams keeps the pressure on Sky, by chasing her around the ring. Finally, Williams cuts Sky off, and traps her in a corner. Williams dives at her, but Sky back flips over the top rope and on to the apron. Williams swings an elbow at her, but she drops down to the floor. Sky wipes her sweaty hair out of her eyes, and rests with her hands on her knees. A furious Williams climbs on the apron, and jumps to the floor. Sky takes off running, while the much slower Williams chases after her.

Sky slides back into the ring and Williams slides in after her. Suddenly, Williams grabs his ankle and collapses to the mat, while Sky slides out the other side of the ring. Williams rolls around on the mat, in unbearable pain. Kivell knells beside him, and starts asking him if he can go on. Sky rolls back into the ring, and asks Kivell what’s going on. Before Kivell can answer, Williams jumps up, and pulls Sky into an inside cradle.

One....

Two....

Thre

No! Williams can’t hold the cradle! Both wrestlers spring to their feet, and a surprised Sky backs into the ropes. Williams fakes to the right, and Sky buys it. Sky jumps to the left, and runs right into a brutal left hook from Williams! Sky collapses to the mat, and rolls out of the ring. The crowd explodes with loud “boos” aimed at Williams. Williams steps on the apron, and watches Sky stagger to her feet. Williams dives off the apron, and nails Sky with the Elbow Suicida! The Elbow connects with Sky’s nose, and smashes her into the guardrail. Sky drops lifelessly to the floor, and looks like she’s dead. Williams tries to pull her up by her tights, but she is completely limp. Williams has to hoist her up on his shoulders, and roll her into ring. A closeup reveals both of Sky’s eyes are black, and her nose is starting to swell. The crowd is in complete shock, and shows it with an eerie silence.

Axis: Williams lured in Sky in with a fake injury, and has resulted to brawling with the much smaller female to get the advantage. I think Sky’s nose is broken, which could effect her stamina in the long run.

King: Now this is what Williams should have been doing from the starts. Forget trying to out wrestle her, and just beat the crap out of her.

Edwin: This is disgusting. I know Sky wants to be treated as an equal in the ring, but my god this brutal!

Williams slides into the ring, and hooks Sky’s leg for the pin.

One....

Two...

Sky kicks out! Williams grabs a handful of her hair, and pulls her to her feet. Without remorse, Williams smashes three hard elbows into her temple. Sky staggers backwards into the ropes, and Williams shoots her off with an Irishwhip. Sky barely makes to the center of the ring, before dropping to the mat. Sky blindly feels for the floor, and slowly crawls to a corner. Williams takes position in the cross corner, and waits for Sky to pull herself to her feet. Williams charges out of his corner, and smashes Sky’s face with a Back Elbow! Williams follows with a vicious haymaker to Sky’s body. Sky drops to her knees, holding her stomach and coughing like she’s going to puke. The crowd breaks its silence to chant “Williams Sucks!”.

Axis: My gosh! Williams is just mauling Sky. I in all my years have never seen a woman take a beating like this in our sport.

Edwin: O.K. enough is enough! Williams used the elbows and punches to get the advantage, but there’s no point in continuing with this type of punishment.

King: Sure there is, win the match you dumbass. This for the championship of the world, do whatever it takes to win.

Sky crawls out of the corner, and staggers to her feet. Williams charges out of the corner, and nearly rip her head off with a Hooking Clothesline! Williams covers Sky for the pin.

One....

Two.....

Thre

No! Sky raises her shoulder up!

Funyon: 30 minutes has gone by, 15 minutes remains.

Williams grabs a handful of her hair, and pulls her to her feet. Williams pops her nose with an stiff elbow, but Sky fights back with a kick to his ankle! Williams releases Sky, and grabs his ankle. While Williams is bent over, Sky knees him in the chin! Williams drops to the mat, and a fired up Sky dances around. Sky even doesn’t notice the thick streams of dark blood starting to ooze from her nose. Williams starts to climb to his feet, and Sky attempts to pull him the rest of the way up. Suddenly! Williams knocks her hands off, and cracks her chin with a straight right. Sky goes completely limp, and falls forward on to Williams. Williams pushes her body off, and lets her corpse drop to the mat. Williams grabs her by hair, and pulls her head up. Williams releases her hair, and her head flops back to the mat. Williams hooks her legs for the pin.

One....

Two....

Thre

No! Sky raises her shoulder up! Williams pulls Sky up by her hair, and unleashes the Elbow Combo of Doom! Sky takes all eight elbows, and remains out on her feet. Williams spins around, and blasts her with the Rolling Elbow! Sky drops to the mat, and starts crawling to the ropes. Sky’s nose is now grotesquely swollen, and both her eyes are black. Williams grabs her by her tights, and pulls her to the her feet. Williams sticks his head underneath her arm, and snaps back for the Backdrop Driver! Sky lands on her head, and flips on to her stomach. Williams rolls her over and covers for the pin.

One....

Two....

Thre

No! Sky kicks out! Williams traps Sky’s head in a standing head scissors and lifts her up for the Deathbomb! Sky rolls through and runs into the ropes. Sky bounces off the ropes and nails Williams as he turns around with a Spinning Wheel Kick! Sky springs to her feet, and catches Williams with a Head Scissors Takeover as he gets up! A dizzy Williams stumbles to his feet, and gets nailed with a hard Front Dropkick to the face! Williams is out cold, but Sky doesn’t cover. Sky starts wiping her eyes rapidly, and seems to have trouble seeing. Both her eyes are blood red, and starting to swell shut. She also notices that her nose is bleeding profusely. Williams takes the opportunity to roll out of the ring. Williams spits some blood from his mouth, and looks up at Sky. Sky wipes some blood from her nose, and the two exchange a heated stare down. The crowd gives a standing ovation, and feels the arena with the sound of stomping feet.

Funyon(barely audible): 35 minutes has gone by. 10 minutes remains in the match up!

Axis: Again Williams goes for the Deathbomb to early, and Sky capitalizes with a high impact offense.

Edwin: Somehow Sky has came back from that hellish beating to even the score. It’s anyone match now!

King: Even the score? Look at her and look at him. Hell, you can’t even tell you Sydney is any more.

Williams dives into the ring, and jumps to his feet. Sky drills him with a straight right, Williams comes back with a cracking elbow to her nose, Sky shakes it off and smashes Williams with the Rolling Wheel Kick! Williams stumbles to a corner, on the heels of his boots. Sky charges him, but runs right into a back elbow! Williams spins out of the corner, and smashes her with the Rolling Elbow! Sky drops to the mat, holding her head in pain. Williams locks Sky in a front facelock, and pulls her to her feet. Williams grabs hold of her tights and hoists her in the air for the Suplex. Williams falls backwards, and plants Sky’s head into the mat with a sick Sheer Drop Brainbuster! Williams rolls Sky’s carcass over, and covers her for the pin.

One....

Two....

Three!

Kivell raises Williams arm in victory! DING! The crowd “boos”, but a few Deathwish fans cheer.

Funyon: The pinfall is rewarded to “DEATHWISH” DANNY WILLIAMS!!! Williams and Sky is now tied at one pinfall a piece.

Sky crawls into her corner, and sits up. A thick stream of dark blood begins to flow from her left ear, and run down her neck. Williams goes to his corner, and Kivell starts the ten second count. Sky can’t even hold her head up, or keep her eyes open.

Axis: Sky is bleeding from her ear, a sure sign of brain damage!

King: Cool, dumb chicks rule.

Edwin: Yeah, but look at her face! I doubt she’s going to be the prettiest women in the federation when this thing is over.

King That’s because your gay! Black eyes and broken noses are cute.

Kivell finishes the count, and calls for the bell. DING! Williams steps out of his corner, but Sky doesn’t move. Kivell calls for time, and investigates Sky. Kivell discovers she has passed out, and starts shaking her to wake her up. Sky slowly opens her eyes, and Kivell tells her he is going to stop the match. Sky shakes her head “No” at him, and pulls herself up with the ropes. Kivell asks her if she’s sure, and she nods. Kivell signals to start the clock, and lets the match continue. Williams looks at Sky in disbelief, as she slowly staggers out of her corner. Sky tries to dance around, but it’s obvious her feet can’t feel the floor. Sky kicks Williams in the ankle, but loses her balance and falls to the mat.

Axis: This is disturbing. Kivell should stop this match immediately.

Edwin: It’s Sky’s choice to continue. She feels she still has a shot to win this. All she has to do, is hold on for a few more minutes and she keeps the title.

King: There isn’t much time left Williams! Finish her now!

As Sky stands up, Williams cracks her jaw with a running elbow. Sky’s falls backwards, but the ropes keeps her on feet. Williams steps in, but Sky kicks him in the ankle. Williams just waves his finger at her, and jerks her off the ropes by her hair. Williams traps her in a front facelock, and hoists her up for the Brainbuster. Sky gets free, and lands behind Williams. Sky bounces off the ropes, and charges at Williams. Sky tries a Spinning Wheel Kick, but can barely jump off the ground. Williams just blocks the weak strike, and waits for her to stand up. Sky staggers to her feet, and Williams floors her with a vicious rolling elbow! Williams falls on Sky for the pin.

One....

Two....

Sky kicks out! Williams pulls Sky up by her hair, and traps her in a standing head scissors. Williams locks his hands around Sky’s waist and bends his knees! Williams easily lifts Sky up for the Deathbomb, but Sky tries to reverse with a Hurricane! Sky’s weak legs slip of Williams’ head, and she just splats face first to the mat.

Axis: Sky was able to get a counter the Deathbomb with the Hurricane. But she just has no fuel in the tank this time.

Edwin: Come on Sky! You only have six minutes left.

King: Six minutes until we crown a new champion.

Williams steps behind Sky and pulls her up by her tights. Williams locks on a back waistlock, and throws her overhead with a Release German Suplex! Sky lands on her neck and shoulders, and folds in half with her legs over her head. Williams takes a couple of breaths, and wipes some sweat off his forehead.

Funyon: 40 minutes has gone by. Only 5 minutes remains in the match up!

The crowd briefly applauds but turns dead silent. Williams slowly staggers to Sky’s corpse, and hooks her legs for the pin.

One....

Two....

Thre

NO! Sky raises her shoulder up! Williams tries to pull Sky up by her hair, but her body is completely limp. Williams traps Sky’s head in a standing head scissors, and lifts her up by her tights. Before Williams can attempt a lift, Sky drops lifelessly to her knees. Williams bends over, and locks his arms around Sky’s waist. The crowd remains dead silent in shock. Williams takes several deep breaths and lets out a straining roar. Williams lifts Sky from her knees, all the way to his shoulder for the Deathbomb! Williams drops to one knee, and drives Sky sickly on her neck and shoulders to the mat. Williams holds for the pin.

One....

Two......

Three!

DING!

Funyon: Williams has scored a pinfall at 42 minutes and 27 seconds. He now leads two pinfalls to one. Williams lets Sydney up, and she rolls to her corner. Sydney is a bloody and bruised mess. Williams goes to his corner, and Kivell starts the ten count. Sydney pulls herself up with the ropes, can barely stand up.

Axis: Williams has done it, he has taken the lead with a little over two minutes left. Sydney’s best hope, can be to score one pinfall and tie it up.

Edwin: There is no overtime, so Sydney will remain champion. However she has her worked cut out for her.

King: This thing is over! It took her twenty minutes at full strength to pin Williams. How the hell is she going to pin him in two minutes, after taking the beating she has.

Axis: Some people think Sky’s title reign is a fluke.

King: Like me!

Axis: However she continues to prove her critics wrong with victory after victory over the company’s top guys. Let’s see if she has another miracle left in her.

Funyon: The ten second rest period has expired there is 2 minutes and 33 seconds remain in the contest.

King: NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION!

DING! DING! DING! Suddenly Sky seems to be wide awake and charges out of her corner. The crowd bursts in encouraging “Sky!” chant. Noticeably slower than usual Sky catches Williams with a Head Scissors Takeover! But Williams doesn’t move, and just tosses her off. The crowd goes dead silent again. Sky lands hard on the mat, and slowly staggers back up to her feet. Barely able to hold her eyes open, Sky fires a sloppy front dropkick at Williams. Williams simply side steps, and Sky’s back hits the mat with a loud thump. Williams looks on with what almost seems to be pity. Sky rises to her knees, and Williams casually approaches her. Suddenly, Sky fires a Rolling Wheel Kick as soon as Williams steps in the range! Williams blocks it, even though it had hardly any force behind it. Sky lands on the mat and springs back to her feet, but her legs give out, and she falls flat on her BUTT.

Funyon: One Minute! There is one minute left in the match!

Sky looks up at Williams with glazed over eyes, and strains to get up. Again her legs give out, and she’s unable to stand up. Williams kneels beside her, and Sky starts throwing weak punches and elbows at him. Williams steps behind her, and hooks her arms to restrain her. Sky fights to get free but gives up. Williams loosens his grip, and the hold turns into more of a comforting hug. Williams whispers some words of encouragement to the barely conscious Sky, as the crowd counts down, “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two!....ONE!”.

DING! DING! DING! Williams collapses to the mat, and Kivell raises his arm up from there. A few tears run from Sky’s blood shot eyes, and she buries her face in her hands. Kivell lay the World Title on Williams chest, and he embraces it. A small “Death-wish” chant breaks out in the crowd, as does a few “boos”.

Funyon: The winner of the match, and the NEW SJL WORLD CHAMPION “DEATHWISH” DANNY WILLIAMSsssssssssssssssss!!!!

King: Ding Dong the bitch is dead. If I was Williams I would have beat the living hell out of Sky in those last two minutes and gave her two more Deathbombs. Oh well, at least he felt her up in the closing seconds.

Edwin: He did not! Anyway like him or not, Williams is a deserving champion that has overcame a troubled past and a severe ankle injury to claim his first World Championship. But I give Sky all the credit in the world, for just surviving 45 minutes with a man as heartless and dangerous as Williams. She was certainly a deserving champion, and without a doubt will be back in the race for the Championship in no time.

Axis: Sky’s only advantage over Williams was her blinding speed. However, its impossible maintain that kind of pace for an entire 45 minutes. Williams eventually caught her and wore her down in the first twenty minutes with headlocks and head scissors. Sky did manage a comeback to score one pinfall, but the damage was already done. Williams was able to catch her, and just destroyed her with some of the sickest brawling I have ever seen.

King: Wasn’t that great. Williams treated Sky like an equal, and beat her like he would beat any man.

Edwin: Your disgusting, Williams should be arrested for messing up the one of the prettiest faces in the business. Though I admit, I don’t spend a lot of time staring at her face.

Axis: You are both sick! Sorry fans we are all out time, on behalf of my perverted colleagues I wish you good night.

Williams manages to stand up on his knees, and raise the World Title over his head! The fans applaud, and the camera fades out.

June 10, 2002

Summary!

Hardcore Handicap Match

CIA & Cuttroat vs Mike Van Siclen

WINNER: MVS (Though I suspect it was the others match...)

Three-way Match

Impact vs. Thor vs. Fugue

WINNER: Thor (Default)

Singles Match

#1 Contendership to the European Championship

"TNT" Taylor Nicholas Thompson vs "Insane Luchadore" Andrew Rickmen

WINNER: TNT

Six-Man Tag Team Match

X Force 9 (Ced Ordonez, Z) & Tod deKindes vs. sWo (Flexxx, Poisyn) & Mak Francis

WINNER: sWo, XFTod's match (Sooo, sooo close)

45-Minute Iron Man Match

For the SJL World Heavyweight Title

Sydney Sky vs. "Deathwish" Danny Williams

WINNER & NEW SJL CHAMPION: "Deathwish" Danny Wiliams

SJL Crimson, June 9th

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