SJL Wrath - Tuesday, June 18th

June 19, 2002

‘Earlier Today’ flashes across the screen, as the SmarksTron flickers to life and it’s the inside of the sWo locker room, Flexxx talking on his cell phone, Mak listening to his CD player, and Poisyn reading a book. The crowd immediately erupts in violent boos at the sight of the uncaring trio, but a knock on the door disrupts their fun. Mak walks over to the door and opens it, as he frowns when he sees the person.

(Mak) – Hey, yo, boys. We got a visitor.

(Poisyn) – Who is it, Mak?

All of the sudden, the loyal and loving Commissioner Edwin MacPhisto steps into the room, a gleeful smile etched on his face.

(Edwin) – ‘Ello boys! Having a good day I see?

(Poisyn, groaning) – Edwin, what do you want?

(Edwin) – What do *I* want? Oh, my friend, nothing! It’s you what I’m wondering about. You see…you all seem unhappy beyond belief, and I think that’s why you made your little Smarks World Order! So, is there anything I can do for you? Food? Money? Pandas?

(Mak) – No, man, we’re fine.

(Edwin) – All right, but I’ve got one more thing. About tonight.

(Poisyn) – What is it?

(Edwin) – Well, your match against Ced… all sWo members are, as of now, BANNED, from ringside.

Poisyn looks back at Mak and Flexxx whose eyes go wide at the announcement of this. Flexxx takes off his CD player and throws it to the floor in an angry frenzy. He rushes up to Edwin, and gets in his face.

(Flexxx) – YA KNOW WHAT, EDWIN?! I’m sick of this! You can’t treat the sWo like the other boys in the locker room! You gotta ban us from ringside so you can have your little way! Wanna know what? SCREW YOU! The sWo will do whatever it pleases, man!

Flexxx gives Edwin a shove, as Edwin looks at his fine leather jacket. He brushes off anything that might have got on him when Flexxx pushed him, as he turns to Flexxx, sliming slightly.

(Edwin) – Ya know…I come in here, and try to be nice. But no. You boyos have to be just as bad as that sunnva bitch Wilson! So wanna know what, Flexxx? I HEARBY SUSPEND YOU INDEFINITLY!

Flexxx moans as Edwin exits the locker room, as you can hear the voices of Axis, Edwin, and The Suicide King at the announce table.

(Suicide King) – YOU SUSPENDED HIM?!

(Edwin) – Indeed I did!

(Axis) – MY GOD! FLEXXX JUST GOT SUSPENDED, AND TONGHT, NO SWO MEMBERS ARE ALLOWED RINGSIDE IN THE CED/POISYN MATCH! WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT ON WRATH!?! DON’T GO AWAY!

June 19, 2002

SJL WRATH CARD

Tuesday, June 18

Arena: TD Waterhouse Centre, Orlando, Florida

Singles Match

"The Rising Sun" Y2K vs. Impact

Looks like we've got another new addition to the SJL roster. Y2K makes his SJL debut against Impact to open our inaugural Wrath.

Singles Match

Kojack vs. Thor

Kojack returned on Metal, only to have his match against Cutthroat rudely interrupted by the sWo. Here Kojack gets another chance to make his presence felt as he takes on recent addition Thor.

Singles Match - SJL Television Championship

"The Franchise" Mak Francis © vs. Fugue

Someone in the booking offices must not like the newest member of the sWo, Mak Francis. On Wrath, Francis will be defending his TV title for the second straight show. Well, a win here will prove "The Franchise's" worth as a fighting champion, unless of course, he gets upset by the rookie Fugue.

Singles Match

Ced Ordonez vs. Poisyn

The other members of XF9 and the sWo (with the exception of Mak Francis) have the night off, leaving these two to represent their respective stables in a singles match. Just to make sure those that requested the night off follow through with their plans, all other XF9 and sWo members have been barred from ringside.

Hardcore Match

Tod deKindes vs. Mike Van Siclen

Tod deKindes had a big win over Flexxx on Metal. Here he takes on The Amazing One in some intense hardcore action. Another win for Tod here could really move him up the ladder.

Triple Threat No-DQ Match - SJL European Championship

Frost © vs. "TNT" Taylor Nicholas Thompson vs. C. I. A.

Yes, folks, it's the battle of the initials. C. I. A. won a contendership on Metal, while "TNT" won a contendership last week. Frost won a shot at the World title on Metal, but on Wrath, will Frost be able to withstand two opponents and retain his European title? Or do bigger and better things await the European champion? Or will Sydney Sky prove too much of a diversion on Frost's focus? We'll find out this Tuesday! Oh yeah, as an added bonus, this match has been declared a no-disqualification match.

MAIN EVENT

Non Title Match

"Deathwish" Danny Williams vs. "Insane Luchadore" Andrew Rickmen

You would think new SJL World Champion Danny Williams would have his hands full already trying to focus on his upcoming first title defense against Frost, but he's also got some unfinished business with the Insane Luchador to deal with. Danny asked for this match, so the title match will be pushed back to Crimson; however, if IL defeats Danny here, he will be added to the title match at Crimson (to make a triple threat match), making this a must-win match for the Luchador.

June 19, 2002

Edwin: Were about to go into he first ever match on the new SJL show Wrath!

Axis: That’s right, were moments away from a great singles match. Newcomer Y2K makes his SJL debut against impact.

Suicide King: BORING!

Axis: Give it a chance King!

Suicide King: Why should I watch two jobbers smack each other around like schoolgirls.

Axis: You haven’t even seen Y2K wrestle yet and you know as well as I that Impact is a decent wrestler.

Suicide King: Who the hell is Y2K?

Edwin: He was the former UWA U.K. Champion.

Suicide King: UWA! Was I ever happy when that folded over.

Axis: You watched a competitors program!

Suicide King: Hey I like a good laugh every now and then.

Edwin: And now he wants to make it big in SJL.

Axis: You were watching a rival company’s show?

“A Little Doubt Goes a Long Way” by Reel Big Fish starts up. He has on a black surcoat with Y2K on the back in red letters. He also has on a Vega mask. His manager Joe Barchini follows Y2K down to the ring.

Funyon: Weighing in at 210 pounds accompanied by Joe Barchini , the former UWA UK Champing Y2K.

Y2K enters the ring and snatches the mic from Funyon.

Y2K: The people who run this company are real idiots.

Edwin: What did he say?

Suicide King: The boy makes sense.

Y2K: Any person can tell you I deserve to be moved to the main league already. I should be world champion right now.

Edwin: This is his first match!

Suicide King: Quite.

Y2K: I’m The Rising Sun! I’ve wrestled in real leagues, in Japanese leagues. I faced this man called Richard Romero. He nearly killed me. No one in this league would last five minutes with him! SJL sucks!

The crowd starts to boo Y2K extremely loud.

Y2K: Am I fighting in a SWF World Heavyweight title match? No, I’m fighting a Rock rip-off. Impact don’t even bother coming out. Save yourself the pain. Just forfeit the match. I am Y2K! Like the virus, I will weaken you, destroy you from the inside. I will smite you and destroy…

A soft heartbeat is heard. It is followed by “Are you Ready” by Creed.

Impact strolls out in black wrestling tights and a red shirt with his logo

The crowd pops because he shut Y2K up.

Edwin: Finally, Y2K is gonna gets a taste of his own medicine.

Funyon: Weighing in at 210 pounds and 6’1 is Impact!

Impact strolls down to the ring and takes a mic from Funyon.

Y2K is motioning for him to get in the ring.

Impact: Y2K you’re in over your head boy. I’m the anti-virus of the SJL.

You will feel the impact!

Suicide King: Feel the impact? Impact just made a pass at Y2K.

Edwin: Must you make everyone look gay?

Suicide King: No, I don’t have to bother with you.

Edwin: What are you implying.’

Suicide King: I see how you look at Axis.

Axis: Can we focus on the match here.

Suicide King: They haven’t even started yet.

Y2K takes off his Surcoat and Vega mask. He hands them to Joe Barchini who leaves the ring. Impact gets in the ring. He starts doing back flips to get pumped. Y2K bounces off the ropes and tackles him while he’s in mid air.

He begins punching Impact repeatedly. But Impact pushes him off.

Axis: A cheap yet strategic move by Y2K. The bell has yet to ring.

DING DING

Both wrestlers get back on their feet. They come charging at each other. Impact swings at Y2K but he blocks it. Y2k then knees him and lands an atomic drop. Y2K then picks him up and gets ready for an Irish whip.

Axis: An Irish whip, followed by a reversal. Impact sends Y2K flying into the turnbuckle.

Edwin: Y2K proved he could talk the talk. But Impact is gonna show he can’t walk the walk.

Suicide King: Oh pleases when was the last time Impact did anything?

Impact begins punching Y2k in the face. He then grabs him by the hair and climbs to the top of the turnbuckle. He does a Tornado DDT from the top.

The two wrestlers land hard on the matting.

Axis: Impact lands a tornado DDT off the top ropes or as he likes to call it “falling”.

Edwin: That move made a big ‘Impact”.

Suicide King smacks Edwin across the head.

Edwin: Ouch!

Suicide King: Never try to be funny again!

Impact bounces off the ropes and goes for a leg drop. But Y2K rolls out of the way at the last second. He gets back to his feet and spears Impact.

They both get back on their feet. Y2K locks up with Impact. Y2K gets Impact in a DDT and lands it.

Axel: This is a fast paced match!

Suicide King: And Edwin thinks women are hot.

Edwin: I’m Commissioner! I can have you scrubbing toilets.

Suicide King: I can find work elsewhere. Directors call me everyday begging me to star in their films.

Edwin: When animals attack 4?

Axel: We have bigger things to worry about then that. Posyin is coming down the ramp. I smell trouble!

Suicide King: He has a cooler with him. Probably just wants to drink with the coolest cat around. Yours truly.

Posyin waves at Suicide King. He pushes Funyon out of his chair and places it next to Suicide King. He then sits down.

Suicide King: See.

Poisyn: Sup?

Axel: We’re trying to watch a match here.

Both wrestlers are back up. They lock up again. Impact over powers Y2K and does a German suplex. Impact then gets on his feet and lands a missle drop kick. He then rolls Y2K up for a pin.

Kivell: 1…Kickout.

Suicide King: Who the hell trys to win a match with a leg drop?

Posyin: I know.

Edwin: Posyin, why are you down here.

Posyin: Wanted a front row view of the action. Hey Suicide King, wanna beer.

Suicide King: Try like three beers!

Posyin: I also brought some juice boxes for Axel and Edwins.

Axel: Very funny.

Edwins: I’ll take three!

Both wrestlers get back on their feet. Y2K goes off the ropes and nails Impact with a clothesline. He picks impact up and lands a powerbomb.

Axel: Y2K going for some high flying tactics.

Y2K summersaults forwards and lands on his opponent in a pinning position.

Axel: Y2K just landed the firebird Splash!

Edwin: He’s going for the pin.

Kivel: 1

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Axel: Impact barley got his shoulder up before the three count.

Suicide King: Didn’t look that way too me. You guys are all wrong.

Edwin: We haven’t had a six pack of Budwisers.

Suicide King: Fine, keep drinking your hi-c.

Both wrestlers get back on their feet. Y2K kicks Impact in the stomach. Het hen applies his finisher “Enter the Dragon.” He then falls back into a bridged pin.

Kivell

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DING DING

Funyon: The winner of this match by pinfall is The Rising Sun Y2K!

“A little doubt goes a long way” by Reel Big Fish starts up. Y2K gets upa and celebrates. Posyin gets up from his announcer seat and points at Y2K. Y2K nods in return. Posyin then walks off backstage.

Edwin: What is that for?

Axis: Who cares?

June 19, 2002

The camera opens on Ben Hardy who seems to be waiting for someone. He looks up and finds what he’s been searching for. He clears his throat in preparation to speak. “Hello this is Ben Hardy, standing by with the Norse God of Thunder Thor.”

Thor enters from the right of the screen, camera panning back to get the whole shot of Thor and Hardy. Thor stands imposingly over Hardy with an unpleasant expression on his face. Hardy starts to talk “ Thor your winning streak was broken on Metal by ‘The Franchise’ Mak Francis. Tell the viewers at home...” Hardy is cut off by Thor’s loud voice.

“Mortal I entreat thee, do not incur my anger this day. The one called ’The Franchise’ hath defeated me just days ago on Metal, but still my blood boils. ’Tis not the defeat itself that angers me, but ’tis the way Francis and the sWo hath beaten me.” Thor’s voice gradually picks up volume as his rage intensifies. “Cheating is a most dishonorable path to victory, but ’tis this path that the sWo seems to walk in nearly every one of their challenges. Mak Francis didst take the win over the Thunder God but through a means most petulant. Spitting in an enemy’s face be not the way to win a competition, but by proving that you have outmatched thine opponent in skill be the path to glory.”

Hardy nervously attempts to further interview the monster before him “Well you have a match tonight against Kojack, any thoughts?”

Thor stands unmoving “Kojack appears to be a very raucous and crude individual indeed. His fury and ignorance will be his downfall. Hast though not heard that knowledge is power? And ’tis this knowledge that shall blaze a path to thy defeat. His self-assurance will have him believing that he can match wits and strength with the scion of Asgard. His defeat at my hands will only weaken his enormous pride and further ascend me in the ranks of the SJL.” Thor looks away in thought, then he looks back intensely “And when thou art laying on the mat, staring retrospectively at the lights above, thou shalt feel the Crack of Thunder crushing down upon thee as I pin thy shoulders to the canvas, the name of this wrestling event will earn its name, as thou shalt feel my wrath and thou shalt feel the God of Thunder!! Thor stares at the camera as if delivering a message directly to Kojack, he then walks off.

Ben Hardy stands still holding the mic. “Wow, what a message from Thor. I believe it is safe to say that he is very focused on his match for tonight. It should be an interesting contest between Kojack and Thor here on Wrath. Thor seems very upset at the recent actions of the sWo. Their cheating ways don’t quite sit well with Thor as he made completely apparent here tonight. He has certainly made his feelings known.”

The camera fades out.

June 19, 2002

Axis: I told you already no!!

Edwin holding in laughter: But why not?

King: Yeah why? Its just a little Truth or Dare.

Axis: Cause the last time I played with you two dolts I had to jump in the ring and moon the crowd.

King: I remember that. How we laughed.

Edwin: Yeah and this time we don’t have EMTs standing by to help the poor folks that saw your bum.

Axis: For our next match up we have the off and on Kojack taking on Thor.

Edwin: Thor has scored two wins already but his lucky streak was cut short by the TV champ “The Franchise” Mak Francis. One of Thor’s opponents from that three-way contest on Crimson, the musical Fugue is taking on Francis for his TV title here tonight as well.

King: Hopefully we can get a good match out of Thor and Kojack tonight, I’m already bored.

A dark blue hue coats the arena and One by Metallica begins to play. As the song hits the guitar solo Kojack steps through the curtain and is met by an onslaught of hisses and boos. He struts down the ramp but is showered with empty popcorn and soda containers, he stops to wipe some unknown brown fluid from his eyes and continues walking.

Funyon laughingly announces “From Miami Florida, weighing in at 240 lbs... KOOOJAA...” He is cut off by a furious Kojack leaping into the ring and pounding on Funyon. After several stiff shots to the head, Kojack picks up Funyon and tosses him outside, his body crashes to the floor before the announcers table.

Edwin: Hello there Funyon! What a pleasant surprise.

King: What the hell are you doing out here, get back in the ring and do your job.

King and Edwin shout at Funyon but to no avail, he is out cold. Some EMTs walk over and help him to safety as the lights go black. A lightning bolt strikes the stage with a crack and KISS- God of Thunder’s opening chords play on the speakers and smoke fills the stage. As the music reaches starts driving and blue and white pyros shoot off crossing each other. The lyrics start up and Thor steps through the curtains. He strides to the ring high-fiving some little kids hands. He reaches the ring and steps onto the ring apron and steps over the top rope with grace. He hands his cape and hammer to the ring manager and stands, arms folded, glaring at his opponent.

Ding ding ding

Axis: And here we go. Kojack’s match was interrupted by the sWo on Metal, so I imagine he is anxious to prove himself in this match against Thor.

Edwin: And he will really prove himself if he can take down the God of Thunder tonight. But that’s not going to be an easy task. Kojack usually wrestles using a lot of suplexes and its gonna be hard to suplex a man of Thor’s size.

King: Kojack can do better than this. Kojack has been here for a while, we should see him own this newbie like I owned Edwin’s mom last night.

Edwin: He has built up quite a hatred from the fans and... hey what’d you say about my mom King?

Kojack walks up to Thor who is standing strong. Kojack looks Thor in the eye and the delivers a knee to the midsection of Thor, Kojack then puts his arm over Thor’s neck and grabs Thor’s tights. He struggles and strains, but he cannot lift Thor for a suplex. Thor then stands up straight quickly launching Kojack into the ropes and then landing on the mat. Thor grins and turns and walks over to Kojack. Thor helps Kojack to the feet and then gives Thor a thumb to the eye. Thor stumbles, holding his eye as Kojack hits a thrust kick to the chest, knocking Thor over. Kojack wastes little time as he moves to Thor’s legs and applies a leg lock. Thor’s face is stone solid as Kojack reels back on his leg. Thor leans forward and punches Kojack in the face, causing him the break the leg lock. Thor reaches his feet first, followed shortly after by Kojack. Kojack runs at Thor but Thor steps aside, sending Kojack face first into the turnbuckle, bouncing him to the mat. The crowd enthusiastically cheers Thor, as they would anyone beating up Kojack.

Edwin: Kojack can’t lift the 345 lbs of Thor into any sort of decent move.

King: Damned no-selling God.

Axis: Quiet King. Kojack is really going to have a tough time in this match.

Thor puts his fist in the air, signifying something to come. He grabs the almost standing Kojack and grabs him by the throat with one hand. He lifts him up but catches a kick to the midsection causing Thor to drop Kojack. Thor staggers backwards and Kojack runs to the ropes, but as he bounces back, Thor catches him with a power slam, sending him hard to the mat. Thor lands the power slam into a cover.

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Kojack kicks out. Thor then stands and waits for Kojack to follow. When Kojack gets to his feet, Thor charges at him and nails him with a big clothesline, spinning Kojack around before he hits the mat. The crowd cheers with approval of the punishment of Kojack.

Axis: Thor seems to be firmly in control of this match. A win over Kojack will get Thor plenty of fan support.

Edwin: Plus a little extra if he roughs him up a bit more than necessary.

King: Now I don’t know why these people hate Kojack. He’s a tremendous talent and a damn nice guy. Just... don’t say anything to offend him.

Thor stands crouched in a corner waiting for Kojack to regain his footing. Kojack stands with a very upset look on his face. He looks extremely frustrated at Thor’s dominance. Thor approaches and gets a stiff left to the face, it barely staggers him. Thor comes back again and gets a right hand against his face. This staggers him enough for Kojack to holler something obscene at the crowd and give Thor a DDT. Kojack starts to kick the body of Thor and after what he feels is enough punishment he walks to the ropes and yells something at the crowd and apparently tells them where they can stick it. While Kojack insults the fans Thor rises behind him and wraps his arms around him in a bearhug. Thor lifts Kojack up and starts to squeeze. He wrenches on Kojack’s body and the effects are apparent as Kojack’s face wells up with pain. He manages to get an arm free and starts to elbow Thor in the head. After four blows, Thor finally releases Kojack from his grip as Kojack falls to the ground. Thor stumbles back into the ropes but recoils back and drops a leg but nobody is home. Kojack rolls out of the way just in time to avoid Thor’s crushing weight.

Axis: Thor goes for the legdrop after the big bearhug and hits nothing but mat.

Edwin: A bear hug takes a lot out of you, especially one from Thor. Its a wonder that Kojack got out of the way in time.

King: Kojack had that well scouted. He obviously knows what he is doing.

Thor and Kojack stand at the same time and looks into each other’s eyes. Thor walks to the middle of the ring and stops. He holds up his hands with fingers outstretched. He challenges Kojack to a test of strength. Kojack, not one to back down easily, steps up and locks his fingers with Thor’s. Kojack starts to clench his fingers and is showing great struggle on his face. He is putting all of his strength into his fingers trying to bring the big man down. Thor stands like the Rock of Gibraltar. He then cracks a smile, realizing that Kojack is putting everything he has into his fingers. Thor decides to put the hurting on Kojack and starts to squeeze his fingers. Kojack’s countenance changes from intensity to pain as Thor wrenches on Kojack’s hands. Kojack finally falls to his knees as the crowd rallies behind Thor with cheers. Kojack’s fingers are now white and Thor lets him go. Kojack sits on his knees holding his hands in agony. Thor promptly lifts Kojack up and elevates him high over his head. He Gorilla presses Kojack once... twice... three times. He then spins him around and drops him into a sit-out powerbomb.

Axis: Wow! Thor severely taking it to Kojack. I wonder if Kojack can get back in control of this match up.

King: Of course he can! He’s Kojack, the suplex machine!! Plus I’ve got fifty bucks saying that he wins. Come on KOJACK!!

Edwin: Never take betting advice from a man selling tips out of an ice cream vendor’s cart. I thought we all knew that bit of advice.

The crowd is now chanting “THOR!! THOR!!” and Thor stands to show the fans he appreciates the recognition. Kojack groggily gets to his knees and moves behind Thor and delivers a low-blow. Thor holds his affected area in anguish while Kojack slides out of the ring. Kojack shouts an offensive comment to a fan and receives a cascade of garbage on the former TV champion. Kojack then moves to the side of the ring in front of the ramp and lifts up the ring apron. He pulls out a guitar and the crowd boos heavily, knowing what is next. He stands and strums the strings of it gently but is suddenly overcome by a look of terror. Thor is running directly at him after bouncing off the opposing ropes and comes diving over the top rope with a huge clothesline. The crowd explodes in cheers.

Axis: Yowzaa! That was incredible, the 7 foot 350 lb Thor just soared over the top rope onto his dastardly opponent Kojack.

Edwin: It seems that Thor is very capable of moving when he wants to.

King: Kojack has just got to make a come back. He has got to prove to these fans that he is championship material.

Axis: Proving these fans wrong isn’t going to stop them from throwing trash at him. He is really hated by the SJL fans.

Thor reaches his feet and stands arms out accepting the applause. Kojack is very slow getting up while the ref counts 3... 4... Thor assists Kojack and rolls him into the ring. Thor runs against the ropes and bounces back attempting a splash against the turnbuckle, but Kojack moves out of the way and trips Thor sending his skull into the turnbuckle, bouncing back with a sickening thud. The fans wince in unison as Thor falls against the mat. Kojack gets a smirk on his face as if he was just struck by wicked inspiration. He drags Thor to the middle of the ring, having a difficult time doing so, and grabs Thor’s ankle and wrenches back with an ankle lock. Thor is showing severe discomfort as Kojack twists away on his foot. He tries to reach the ropes but he is just a foot short of safety. He extends an arm and pulls himself towards the ropes, his face shows increasing pain. He makes one last effort to reach the ropes. The referee is asking Thor if he wants to quit. Thor says no.

Axis: Incredible determination by the Thunder God here.

Edwin: His face could tell a thousand stories of pain.

King: Analytical analysis and color commentary by Plato.

Thor holds out his arm and pulls with all of his might, emitting a grunt of anguish, and his right hand grasps the bottom rope. The fans let loose a barrage of cheers seeing Kojack release the hold. Kojack will have none of this. He starts laying heavy boots to the back of Thor, the crowd jeers Kojack. Thor then grabs Kojack’s foot on one of the kicks and throws him backwards into the ropes. He bounces off and trips on the body of Thor; Kojack falls face first to the mat. Now it is Thor’s turn to dole out some punishment. Thor gets to his feet and holds up his hand, signifying his special plans for Kojack. He sits on the back of his opponent and grabs both hands under Kojack’s chin and locks in the camel clutch. Kojack is screaming in pain as the monstrous Thor leans back with all the effort he can muster. Kojack gets his foot on the bottom rope however and forces Thor to break the hold. Thor then quickly gets to his feet, hobbling a bit, still visibly hurt from the brutal ankle lock exhibited by Kojack. As Kojack reaches his feet, Thor moves swiftly towards him, then delivering a big boot to the face with his good foot. Kojack falls backwards with grace. Thor then points to the top turnbuckle, the crowd starts to hum with anticipation. Thor moves to the turnbuckle and starts to climb, still favoring his injured foot. As he reaches the top, Kojack has gotten to his feet and makes his way to the same turnbuckle a noticeable deal faster then the injured Thor. He starts to climb as well while Thor delivers two shots to the head of Kojack, but to little effect. He knows what he wants. Kojack stands on the second turnbuckle and punches square in the testes of the God of Thunder. Thor winces in pain. The ref could not see this shot as Kojack’s body blocked his sight.

Edwin: That is the second despicable shot to the jewels we have seen in this match from Kojack. Do you think there is something here he’s trying to tell us?

Axis: Well I don’t know about that but Kojack is certainly...

King cutting off Axis: A damned smart wrestler! He knows when to take his shots and when to make them discreet as possible. A man after my own heart.

Edwin: Does that mean you like touching other men’s testicles too?

As the announcers bicker Kojack goes for his goal. He wraps his arm over Thor’s neck and with his free hand grabs Thor’s tights. He then attempts to elevate Thor, but the size of the big man is still to Kojack’s disadvantage. Kojack releases his hold on Thor’s tights and bashes the head of Thor with several stiff blows. Thor then appears to be standing wobbly-legged and Kojack seizes the moment and reaffirms his hold on Thor’s tights and with all of his strength elevates Thor’s body and his own in a king-sized superplex. The crowd explodes in noise. Not a single distinguishable sound but the overall expression is that of shock. Kojack’s exhausted body lays an arm over Thor’s heaving chest for a cover.

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NO!! Thor manages to get the shoulder up. The crowd pops like a balloon at the sight of Thor’s arm in the air after kicking out. Kojack is in utter shock. He gets a look of disbelief and frustration on his countenance as if questioning as to what means it will take to put down the God of Thunder.

Axis: Thor kicks out of a second rope superplex. Unbelievable!

Edwin: The man of a thousand suplexes finally gets one of his signature maneuvers on this gargantuan man and he kicks out of it.

King: Talk about disrespect!

Thor gets to his feet as Kojack remains on his knees contemplating what happened. Thor stands behind Kojack’s body and picks him up with both hands by the chin. He lifts Kojack high into the air in a two handed choke, and then brings him down mercilessly to the canvas in a sit-out choke bomb. The crowd yells in approval and Thor keeps the pop going by walking to the opposite corner and scaling its turnbuckles. Thor reaches the top and lifts one hand in the air. He then launches himself into the air and lands down hard on the other side of the ring, crushing the prone body of Kojack with the Crack of Thunder.

Axis: Thor’s elbow drove the breath out of Kojack with that huge move.

King: No! Kojack cant be put down that easily. Get UP!!

Edwin: Is Kojack defeated? Will Thor score the pin fall? Will King ever take a shower? Find out next time, same SJL time, same SJL channel!!

Axis: Edwin... we still have the rest of Wrath to sit through.

Edwin: This isn’t the main event? Dammit...

The crowd is deafening in their cheers. Thor reaches his feet and decides that it is not the right time to go for the cover. He runs to the opposing ring ropes and bounces back, rolling on the ground and then cuts a flip, trying to hit the Rolling Thunder, but somehow Kojack regains strength to roll out of the way. The crowd boos Kojack who by this time has reached his feet and is still very dizzy from the Crack of Thunder. Kojack is aware enough however, to realize the fans are booing him, this gives him his fuel to whip the now standing Thor into the ropes and waits for Thor to bounce back. Kojack bends over waiting to catch Thor with a back body drop, but Thor grabbed hold of the top rope, stopping him from bouncing. He then quickly approaches the bent over Kojack and kicks him directly in the chest. The crowd winces as the dull thud of boot to flesh echoes through the arena. He then takes Kojack’s head and tucks it between his legs. He lifts Kojack’s body up straight, facing outwards, and jumps landing on his rear and smashing Kojack’s vertebra together with the Ragnarok piledriver. Kojack falls to the mat and Thor makes the cover.

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King: NO!! Kojack you fool!!

Edwin: Ha! You lose the bet, pay up Kingy-poo!

King grumbles to himself as Thor reaches his feet and the referee raises his hand in victory. Funyon announces “Your winner of the match... THOOOOOOORR!!!”

The crowd cheers as Thor stands arms raised and his theme song blares on the speakers.

Axis: Tremendous wrestling exhibited by both of these men. But in the end the man of a thousand suplexes could not overcome the power of the God of Thunder.

King: I cant believe I lost...

Edwin sits there contently counting his newfound wealth.

Axis: Be back in a flash folks!

June 19, 2002

SJL Wrath fades in again to reveal Fugue standing by Ben Hardy. The two are standing in a small room, surrounded by electronic equipment. The interviewer clears his throat as Fugue stares off into space, the outline of a black stone block on his visible shirt. "Fugue," quoth Ben Hardy, "Last week you scored a win over Impact, and tonight on the re-inaugural Wrath you have a shot at Mak Francis' TV Title." He holds the mike up to Fugue.

Fugue blinks and focuses on Ben Hardy. He smiles and leans down to the mike. "You finished, Ben?"

Ben swallows. "Uh...yes?"

"Good." Fugue takes the mike and grins directly into the camera. "Now then. Tonight I face Mak Francis of the sWo, the newest SJL stable. I'm a little curious about this new group, though." He surreptitiously reaches behind himself and presses a button. Ben Hardy steps back and looks around nervously as a low rumbling starts. "As I understand it," Fugue continues, "the sWo was originally the New Sound. So presumably they're the 'Sound World Order'." A lone trumpet sounds over the rumbling. "I take that to mean that the sWo have a new Sound to offer a new World." Fugue's grin grows.

Suddenly there is a ringing fanfare of trumpets, as the music is suddenly recognizable as 'Also Sprach Zarathustra' (a.k.a. '2001 Theme'/'Flair's Theme'. Fugue grabs the camera and pulls it closer to his manic face. "I know all about sounds," he says quietly into the mike. "Ever since the apes first put sounds together into music, they became more than monkeys--they became men and women." Fugue's eyes glitter as the notes climb again. "But the sWo--they yammer and yell, throwing out their sounds like animals." Another crash of chords, and Fugue's grin pulls at his face. "The Fran¢hi$e talks about all his years wrestling...there's no question he's an athlete to be respected. But he doesn't know the true power of music. Not like I do."

Fugue steps back and raises his arm as the orchestra swells. "I know all about music!" he cries, eyes alight. "My themes are old, ancient, teased forth from the heart, the bone, the mind! The essence of humanity!" Ben Hardy cowers behind a bank of audio equipment as Fugue shouts. "They were beaten into me during years of study, and blood, and pain! And tonight--" The music rises to an ultimate crescendo--and then stops.

Fugue breathes heavily, blinking in the sudden silence. He shakes his head and seems to be catching his breath. Then he looks into the camera again, and smiles just slightly. "Tonight I'm going to give Mak Francis all the respect he deserves. Start the music."

Fugue makes a slashing motion across his throat and the signal abruptly ceases.

June 19, 2002

The cameras come back from the commercial break showing a still shot of the TD Waterhouse Centre, in Orlando, Florida. The camera quickly cuts to a panning shot of the audience cheering and holding up signs the most notable being; “The Rising Sun never sets or loses”, “MVS for MVP”, “sWo is SoL”, and finally “LDP always wanted to have a show here”. The camera pans in to the commentary booth and the burly Aussie Axis can be seen in between Edwin MacPhisto and The Suicide King.

Axis: Hello and welcome back to the first ever addition of SJL WRATH here in the TD Waterhouse Centre, in Orlando, Florida! I’m one of your ringside commentators Axis and-

MacPhisto: Pull up a chair or stop by the O'Rena Sports Bar.

King: Stop shilling LDP’s bar. This isn’t the WWE and we don’t shill what our wrestlers or referee’s own.

MacPhisto: Actually it’s a sports bar that he frequents not owns you smarmier jackass.

Axis: Why are we even talking about this…I’m along side current SWF World Champion…The Mac Daddy himself…Eddie Mac-Phis-TOOOOO and former SWF World Champion…The King of Hearts and an all around ass…THE SUICIDE KING. We’re back after high quality match-up between former SJL TV champ Kojack and newcomer Thor.

MacPhisto: But now we bring you a match for the SJL Television Title.

King: Hey, I just noticed a trend.

MacPhisto: What?

King: A trend.

MacPhisto: What?

King: God you’re just as bad as MARK.

MacPhisto: You’re just mad because Mark is a better commentator than you. Quite frankly the Midnight Carnival rules the commentary booths up in this hidleydoo. [sung] The MC is a Rollacosta’ of love, rollacosta’ baby…woo, woo, woo! Rollacosta’-

Axis: [growling] What could Grand Slam possibly have to do with this match!

King & MacPhisto: Cheap plug?

Axis: Next thing you know he’ll pop up out of nowhere and join the booth, Ridiculous! Anyways, this match pits current TV Champion “The Franchise” Mak Francis against the smiling sadist known only as Fugue.

As the arena light turn off. Funyon gets ready and the crowd gets ready as “Down with the Sickness” plays on low in the background.

[Whispered] ‘Are you Ready?’….

Blue and White strobe lights flash as the Smarktron airs highlights of Mak Francis hitting the perfect kick on TNT. This is followed by a blue and white photonegative image of Mak Francis…

[semi loud] ‘Are you Ready?’….

And a clip of him planting Scott Reid with The Franchise Tag followed by the blue and white photonegative image again…

[screamed] ‘CAUSE THE FRANCHISE HERE!’

The Smarktron flashes the words 'The Franchise' as the lights partially come up. This allows the crowd to see Mak Francis posed with both fists in the air. A defining boo breaks out as he and Tyler Kinkel walk down noticeably without Francis’s sWo mentor Poisyn. He smoothly enters through the middle ropes and Francis poses in the center of the ring raising both middle fingers in a mock salute to the SJL fanatics.

Axis: Francis fresh off his first title defense against the newcomer Thor.

MacPhisto: With a large assist from Kinky and especially his sWo running buddy Poisyn. The only thing missing was help from Mr. Cockboy himself Flexxx. They come out to the ring and act like they own MY FED! Complaining about being held down. I’ve always looked out for my Jlers. They’re like my kids and young master Francis is whining like a rebelling teenager in need of a spanking.

King: Bah, Mak would slap the taste out of your cockamamie spewing mouth!

MacPhisto: Well since he said he could beat everybody I think he should step up to the plate and back up those big man words in the big man’s ring. That’s why I’ve banned all sWo members from ringside during their two matches tonight.

Axis: The fans still chanting at Francis with that “Green as Grass” comment that XF9er Z started. And may I say it’s pretty damn funny.

The best-dressed man in the business clears his throat and starts to speak.

Funyon: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the S-J-L Teeelevisiiionnn Championship! Making his way to ringside weighing in at 225 pounds…hailing from Philadelphia Pennsylvania…’The Epitome of Execution’…and your S-J-L Teeelevisiiionnn Champion…”The Franchise” MAAAAAAK FRAN-CIIIIIS!

King: Oh yeah, what I was saying earlier. I’ve had the SWF World Title and as much as I hate to admit it you got the gold too but this loser can’t say that. He’s beneath you and most definitely the perfection that is me!

Axis: Shut up and say something worthwhile.

Lights go out completely and Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D minor" starts. After the first few measures white lights strobe and flash across the arena.

The crowd gives Fugue a healthy mixed reaction as he appears from the back. The musical masochist slinks down the ramp, his smile never wavering. The music speeds up the closer he gets to the ring until Fugue finally slides into the ring and goes to the various sides to look at the crowd. All the man does is eerily smile. Fugue doesn't even attempt to raise his arms in acknowledgement.

Axis: And boy do we got a crazy one coming to the ring now in Fugue!

King: You call him crazy but I call him cool. Fugue-enjoys-pain, and that’s not just giving it either. Any man that can take an f’n piledriver from the top rope and still smile is A-OK in my book!

MacPhisto: Yes, we all must admit that Fugue can take a lot but don’t forget that he can give it out too. And while I don’t approve of his methods he’s the kind of guy that’ll take a man apart.

Axis: Or woman as he’s proven by attacking Claire Kalm in his debut. A reprehensible attack that truly showed his evil nature at heart.

Funyon: And the challenger…making his way to ringside…also from the city of brotherly hate otherwise known as Philadelphia, PA…the smiling sadist…the chuckling composer of Choppin…FUUU-G-UUUE!

King: Bah, at least he didn’t break her arm or something…the cock teasing wench.

Axis: [snickering] I almost forgot about your episode with Claire until now…BWAHAHAHA!

King: Shaddup!

Axis: Well as referee Matthew Kivell checks both men for illegal objects this Television Title match, Mak Francis v Fugue on the pioneer addition of SJL WRATH!

DING! DING! DING!

Francis starts to dance about the checking the ropes and footing while Fugue stands in the center of the ring still grinning. The man starts to wave his hands back and forth and oddly it seems to be to the beat of Francis’s bouncing. Francis looks at the maniacal musician and smirks continuing to circle the man.

MacPhisto: You guys can start any time now.

Axis: These two men still trying to feel each other out.

King: And Fugue seems to be making the Franchise antsy.

True to the King’s words Francis looks over to Kinkel whose a little surprised by this turn of events. He yells for Francis to attack anyway and Mak follows orders charging in with a right hand. Fugue calmly sidesteps and drop toe holds Francis’s leg tripping him up. Fugue kips back up to his feet and again sways his hands to an unheard beat while “the Franchise” scrambles of his face and to his feet and charges in again with a left handed attack. To which the smiling sadist replies by ducking the would be attack and connecting with a dropkick to Francis’s back.

Axis: What the hell just happened?

King: When you feel the rhythm like Fugue dodging is no sweat.

MacPhisto: It looked like Fugue found Francis’s timing enabling him to dodge and counterattack.

Francis stumbles to the corner…not particularly by his own choice, and has a heart to heart with Tyler Kinkel, which they quickly end. Francis stalks in on Fugue and the two men meet in a collar and elbow tie-up. Francis takes control and moves into a side headlock. Francis imposes his size and strength advantage on Fugue by grinding his face into “the Franchise bicep” and then releases the hold executing a go behind takedown placing the musician face first to the canvas while he’s on his knees. Francis floats over the top of him turning a 180 and ending the wrestling lesson with a few well-placed paintbrushes to the back of his opponents head after dead bolting him in a front face lock.

Axis: Classic Amateur wrestling by “The Franchise” with some taunting added in just because he’s an ass.

MacPhisto: I never said the kid didn’t have talent. I just think he has a piss poor attitude about things just like the rest of the sWo.

King: I still maintain that you’re a tool and are trying to hold all of them down.

MacPhisto: Let me say again that I haven’t nor will I ever hold someone down.

Axis: What about being a tool? Never mind I answered my own question…

Francis uses his weight to lean on and fatigue Fugue but he’s able to get to one knee. “The Franchise” starts to pound forearm shot to the musician’s neck as he rushes forward slamming Francis’s back into the turnbuckle. Fugue wraps his right arm about Francis’s waist and buries a shoulder tackle deep into his gut. The shoulder stunned him enough to allow for an overhead toss that crashes Francis to the canvas. Fugue holds the bridge as Kivell drops to make the count.

One…

Two…

Axis: And Francis bridges up from the pinning predicament the Northern Lights suplex presented Fugue connects with a left to the rib cage causes Francis to drop back to the mat.

One…

Two…

Th-

Axis: And Francis gets the shoulder up at two and a half.

King: Fugue’s feeling the music and Francis has no counter for that. I’m so torn between them because our TV champ has just started to come into his own as a cheater but Fugue has that proven mean streak.

MacPhisto: Well howsa 'bout you just shut up for the rest of the show and contemplate your opinion.

King: But then the viewers wouldn’t get to hear any of my witty barbs…

Axis: All we’d need then is a dental plan and I’d be happy for the rest off my life.

King: Your opinion doesn’t matter mate.

Francis and Fugue get back to their vertical bases and a standoff ensues after the fast paced grappling. The two men come together in a collar and elbow tie-up once more with Francis taking the advantage again. This time the TV champ Irish whips Fugue into the ropes. The crazy composer rebounds off the ropes and dives in a forward roll that Francis leapfrogs. Fugue bounces back again this time ducking under a clothesline and after hitting the ropes he smashes the surprised sWo member with a spinning shoulder tackle.

Axis: Interesting move…

MacPhisto: Looked pretty damn crazy to me. Man that smile is creeeepy!

Fugue lays a few boots to the body of Francis and executes a forward flip dropping his back on Francis’s chest. The smiling sadist vaults up with his back turned to the Franchise and hits his patented standing moonsault into a cover. Matthew Kivell slides into position and starts the count…

One…

Two…

Th-

Axis: And a kick out by Francis. The SJL television champion is giving it his all on the first addition of Wrath.

MacPhisto: Fugue has taken control of this match from the start except for a brief interlude of offense from “The Franchise”.

King: Now he’s using musical puns. I think I’m gonna hurl.

Suicide King sticks his head under the booth and a loud wretching sound can be heard as Axis and Eddie Mac look on in disgust. In the ring Fugue is back to his feet and dancing about the ring to a mixed reaction for the fans. Although somewhat surprised the boos are music to his ears as he smiles. He stares off into the crowd waving his right hand to the 1-2-3 of the beat in his head. Francis jumps to his feet and sees Fugue with his attention on the audience. He runs up behind and schoolboy’s his spaced out opponent surprising the audience and ever Kivell who is a little slow to count…

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Two…

Axis: And Fugue rolls out from Francis’s grasps. What was he doing staring at the crowd like that?

MacPhisto: I don’t know but I’d like it if Francis wiped that smile off his face then grew up and learned that nobodies holding the little bug down but himself.

King: And if by him you mean Edwin MacPhisto then I’d agree with you. You can’t tell me that forcing a US Amateur Gold Medallists to open Crimson isn’t holding him down.

Axis: Is he some kind of special case. Everyone needs to start from somewhere and I can’t believe that the sWo thinks anything is holding them back. Each one of them has the talent but not enough drive-

King: They have all the drive they need to get over Edwin’s nonsensical hated towards them.

MacPhisto: I may be tough but that’s only to show them what the WF will be like. If they think they can run roughshod because of that then I’ll just have to put them all in their place.

Francis picks up Fugue and grabs his wrist for a Irish whip but he short arms it bringing the king of grins back into his awaiting arms for an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Fugue lays dazed near the corner while Francis quickly goes outside the ring to scale the turnbuckle. As Francis finally rises to his feet Fugue grin urns into a grinning scowl if that’s even possible. His face is twisted but the ever-present smirk is still apparent as he runs to the buckle and dropkicks Francis from his perch.

Axis: Well I don’t know what’s going through Fugue’s head but that was a running dropkick and it did send Francis flailing into the guardrail.

King: I’m pretty sure Fugue would find pleasure in knowing that Francis could have broken his jaw on that fall-

MacPhisto: But how would you be able to tell?

Axis: I guess there are varying degrees of grinning for him. When the match first started he seemed very calm and when he just kicked Francis it was like-

As the two announcers comment Francis gets to his feet in time to get hit by a Somersault plancha after getting a full head of steam of the ropes. The crowd pops slightly for the high-risk maneuver but most fans are still wary of cheering for Fugue.

Axis: Booyah! Somersault plancha by the maniacal musician Fugue.

King: Geez, get your head in the game Mak. Kinkel go over there and do something or Wilson will have your head.

MacPhisto: Who gives a damn about the meat man anyways?

Axis: Everyone in the sWo because Mr. Wilson is their manager.

MacPhisto: Mr. Wilson is only the meat man.

King: Well, the sWo doesn’t have that opinion Eddie Mac. My old acquaintance made the WF what it is today.

Fugue finally gets to his feet and takes control of Francis tossing him into the steel steps. While Francis touches his forehead trying to regain his bearings Fugue slides back into the ring. He stalks his prey, grin widening, and slingshots himself over the top rope in a cross body block that takes Francis back down.

MacPhisto: Nice cross body block from Fugue.

King: You don’t want to be on the outside with Fugue. The man just loves to hurt people.

Axis: High-risk moves always have high-risk consequences.

Fugue continues to beat the tar out of Francis on the outside and jumps up on the guardrail to deliver a moonsault to the chest of “The Franchise” but Francis rolls out of the way causing him to eat the floor. Francis rises to his feet and points to his skull as if to tells the fans about how good he is at using his head. Francis hops up on the apron and after giving the crowd the finger dives off dropping a leg across Fugue’s throat. Francis picks up the staggered musician and heaves him into the ring eliciting “FRANCHISE SUCKS…Clap-clap, clap-clap-clap”. Francis waves his hand at them in annoyance and goes into the ring.

King: And you don’t want to be in the ring with Francis. He’ll drop you on your head and then tell Edwin about how bad an opponent you were. Nobody wants that kind of treatment!

MacPhisto: I’ve never even done anything to the little roach. Fugue was giving him a quality spanking up until just now.

Axis: And Francis is in the ring laying the boots to Fugue.

Francis finally quits stomping and picks up the smiling Fugue and hits a snap suplex. He floats over for the cover and Kivell slides into count…

One…

Two…

Axis: And a kick-out by Fugue. Your gonna need a lot more than that to take out Fugue.

King: I’m sorry to say it but Fugue is one Franchise Tag away from taking the loss and heading to concussion junction.

MacPhisto: Bah, who even came up with that terrible catchphrase?

King: My catchphrases are always elite. The crème de la crème!

Axis: Riiiiiight…

Francis grabs the leg of Fugue and stomps at it a couple of times. He then drags the man towards the turnbuckle but Fugue try and escape.

Axis: Looks like he was going for the ring post Figure four but Fugue got back to his senses to quickly.

Francis then drops an elbow to the knee of Fugue and holds on wrenching it in a leg lock. Fugue quickly grabs the arm used by Francis for his elbow drop and attempts to hype-extend it. Francis fights to keep his arm bent, grabbing it with his free arm but Fugue counters by sliding his other leg over Francis’s head. He then pushes at the neck of Francis forcing “The Franchise” to readjust the attention of his arm towards that leg. Francis places his arm about the leg and lifts it up into the air but this is just what Fugue was waiting for. With his attention split Fugue fully extends the arm of Francis and then pushes the free arm to the mat causing him to feel extreme pain in his pinned shoulders.

ARRRGGGGGGHHHH! AHHHHHH!

Axis: Fugue has reversed a seated leg wrench into a variation on the "Minor Chord"! Fugue’s signature arm bar with arm scissors. The only difference is Fugue only has one leg for the arm scissor so he has pinned the sWo member’s arm to the mat! It looks a little different but it still seems to have the same affect!

MacPhisto: He looks like he’s being crucified! Jimminy Christmas that sounds painful…

King: Don’t tap out!

Seeing his wrestler about to tap Kinkel gets up on the mat and enters the ring forcing Kivell to throw him out of the ring. Moments after he moves Francis taps to the pain banging his hand wildly against the mat.

MacPhisto: New champion, new champion!!!

Kivell hears something and turns away from Kinkel and rushes over to hear the pleas of Francis. He sees Francis tap but hears him scream something about foot in the ropes and sure enough his far leg is under the ropes dangling off the apron. Kivell goes to a standard 5 count but Fugue just continues with the hold, a new type of smile across his face. A smile of pure joy. Finally after Kivell tells Fugue he’ll be disqualified the grappler comes to his senses and releases the hold, the damage done.

Axis: That was just a sick display. Did you see that smile I can’t even describe it?

King: I’ll describe it! That was the smile of a man with no heart. No compassion for other humans can be a good thing. Mak’s the same way during a match and that’s what makes him great even though he’s still young.

MacPhisto: You mean green? Well at least Fugue hasn’t bit anyone with those things yet. He just weirds' everyone out with that psycho smile.

Fugue picks the weary Francis up and preps him for a Sit-out powerbomb. He quickly and unceremoniously drops Francis to the canvas hooking Francis’s legs about his neck and pining Francis’s arms down with his legs!

Axis: That looked similar to a Tiger Bomb to me.

King: Just call it a Powerbomb jackass!

One…

Two…

Three…

Axis: Yes!

King & MacPhisto: No!

King: Francis has flipped Fugue onto his back by bringing his hooked legs down to the mat!

One…

Two…

Three!

Axis: YES!

King & MacPhisto: NO!

MacPhisto: Fugue has REVERSED “THE FRANCHISE’S” REVERSAL by locking his legs around Francis’s neck dragging his shoulders back to the canvas!!!!

Oneeeeeeee!

Twooooooooo!

Threeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Axis: YEEEEES!

King & MacPhisto: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Axis: WHAT?

King & MacPhisto: Francis clipped Fugue’s ears with his calves and shot a shoulder up, ALL TOO REMAIN THE SJL TV CHAMPEEN!!!!!

Axis: Unbelievable?!

King: You said it, you wannabe World Champ!

Both men get up to their feet after a long breather but the two men are back at each other trading rights that get stronger with each attack. Francis tries to end the dance of punches with a kick but Fugue sensed the rhythm change and catches his foot. Fugue spins around the hopping Francis and attempts a kick of his own that gets caught too! Francis taps his head showing he’s outsmarted Fugue but he wasn’t ready for the Enzuigiri to the noggin.

Axis: Francis not ready for that enzuigiri from Fugue.

MacPhisto: Did you know enzuigiri is roughly translated into back brain kick?

King: No it isn’t!

MacPhisto: Really?

King: Even if it is you’re still wrong!

Fugue drags Francis towards the corner and props him against the turnbuckle. He then picks Francis up and places him on the top rope, set-up to take a Superplex. Fugue turns his back to Francis and spreads out his arms into a crucifix position.

Axis: We saw this devastating move on METAL. The Iconoclasm or Inverted crucifix powerbomb is one of the most dangerous moves in the game.

Fugue runs forward with Francis on his back but “The Franchise” slides backward and falls to the mat behind him. Fugue skids to a stop and receives a boot to the stomach for his trouble. Francis hooks on a front face lock and cradles Fugue’s leg lifting him up for the Franchise Tag…

King: Fugue’s got a one-way trip to concussion junction courtesy of Mak Francis and the Franchise Tag. That’s the sound of the waahmbulance, coming by to drop his ass off!

But Francis’s arms are way too weak and Fugue slides down his back and hooks on a chickenwing.

MacPhisto: If he can hook the other arm he’ll hit “Coda" and that leads directly into the sweet sounds of “Harmony”!

But Francis executes a forward roll and a headstand flip causing him to be directly beside Fugue and his arm to be free of the chickenwing!

Axis: ANOTHER REVERSAL!

Francis back sweeps the legs from under Fugue and grabs his leg contorting it into the shape of a four as he drops to the mat. Kinkel stands behind Francis and grabs his arms for extra leverage as Kivell checks on the still smiling Fugue. Kivell looks up and Kinkel release Francis’s hands like nothings happened. They continue this cycle for 4 minutes until Kivell suddenly grabs the smiling sadists hand and lifts it in the air.

ONE…

Axis: Why did Kivell start counting?

King: I don’t know. Am I the color commentary?

TWO…

MacPhisto: Is he out?

THREE…

DING! DING! DING!

Funyon: And the winner of this match by submission and the S-J-L Television Champion “The Franchise” Mak Francis!

MacPhisto: I guess that Fugue passed out smiling…

June 19, 2002

And, yep, looks like we are back! The signs are in full force inside the TD Waterhouse Centre with gems such as “Rob loves Liz”, “Crush fears Wrath”, and “WEARS CUTTHROAT?” obscuring the views of the less fortunate. Axis, with pen and papers ready, gives his notes a final glance before looking at us, the viewer, through the magic of television.

Axis: “And welcome back! We’ve reached the midpoint of this inaugural SJL Wrath, which has been a great show thus far. Next we have a…hold on a second….”

Edwin: “What is it Axis-man? Is it the commissioner?”

King: “Edwin, you’re the commissioner, you dolt.”

Axis: “Looks like we have something going on in the back.”

A cameraman rushes to the backstage area and gives us a Blair Witch-esque view as he comes upon quite a commotion. SJL staff desperately tries to contain the two individuals, which just happen to be Poisyn and Ced Ordonez. Poisyn is in his ring attire while Ced is still in his street clothes. They exchange punches as crewmembers try to pry them apart. Ced suddenly back elbows the man attempt to hold him back and lunges forward with a right hook that connects with Poisyn’s temple. It staggers the sWo member and infuriates him even more as Ced begins walking away.

Ben Hardy suddenly pops on screen and motions to the cameraman to follow the departing Ced. They give chase as Ben preps his mic and tries to interview Ced.

Ben: “Ced Ordonez, could you explain what was just occurred back there?”

Ced pays no attention to him as they continue walking to the parking lot.

Ben: “What about the match tonight? Aren’t you going to wrestle?”

Ced suddenly stops as Ben passes him up, yet still manages to keep the mic in front of Ced.

Ced: “I…just don’t give a ::bleep:: tonight.”

Ben: “Could you, um, elaborate on that please?”

Ced: “I’ve got…issues.”

Ben: “What kind of issues?”

Ced thinks about it for a second…only to stiff Ben Hardy in the jaw with an elbow! Ben drops like a sack of potatoes as Ced picks up the mic. Without looking at the cameraman, he gives the fallen interviewer his response.

Ced: “I said I have issues. That’s all I have to say, now just leave me alone.”

Ced glances at the cameraman with a cold stare. The cameraman backs away from Ced out of shock as Ced begins to walk to the parking lot.

Axis: “That was weird…”

Edwin: “I guess we don’t have a match then.”

King: “So what do we do now?”

Edwin: “Commercial?”

King: “We just came back from one!”

Edwin: “DDR Contest?”

King: “It’s occupied at the moment…”

Quick shot to somewhere in the backstage area where Thoth stares angrily at a blue “Failed” on his screen.

Voice from DDR game: “Don’t give up! There’s always a tomorroooow!”

Thoth: “::bleep::ING FREEZE ARROW!”

Back to Edwin, still contemplating what to do next.

Edwin: “Strip Poker? ELK vs G0R0?”

King: “I give up. Go to commercials.”

And just like that, we head to break.

June 19, 2002

You see Poisyn with Ben Hardy, right after his brutal match with Ced.

(Ben Hardy) – Poisyn, you just came out of a brutal, brutal, match with Ced Ordnoez and…well…you seem to have gotten the shorter end of the stick. What do you have to say?

(Poisyn) – What do I have to say? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I’M GOING TO SAY?! Flexxx, my best friend in the entire world, just got SUSPENDED FROM THIS DAMN LEAUGE! I also just got SCREWED OUT OF A MATCH TONIGHT, BECAUSE NO ONE WAS THERE TO SUPPORT ME AT RINGSIDE! I ALSO…

All of the sudden, a slight chuckle can be heard in the distance. Poisyn and Ben look up to see none other than Y2K walking toward them, as Y2K looks at Poisyn, and smiles.

(Y2K) – Buddy, you seem down in the dumps. But I understand why. That half-wit of a man…what’s his name? Edwin MacPhista? MacPhisty? I forget his last name, but Commissioner Edwin has obviously been toying around where he shouldn’t.

A smile begins to forge on Poisyn’s face.

(Y2K) – Now, buddy, I know that your pissed. You just lost to a jobber of a wrestler.

The crowd boos.

(Y2K) – But I realize that your friend, Flexxx, was suspended tonight. And you need a replacement. Let me just say that I AM THE MAN…that can be the hero of the sWo and replace Flexxx in his absent! I mean, look at it, Poisyn. It’s a fair trade. I have Edwin’s money in my pocket, and Y2K in the sWo.

Y2K holds out his hand, as Poisyn looks up, smiles once more, and shakes it.

(Edwin) – WHAT?! I didn’t count on that. Y2K has just become the newest member of the sWo? What else could happen here tonight.

(Poisyn) – And one last thing…Edwin…listen well, because I know you are listening well. The sWo isn’t dead. It’s rebuilding. You may have suspended Flexxx, but he will be back. And with a former United Wrestling Alliance United Kingdom’s Champion Y2K on my side, nothing can stop us now. And also…I can assure you…there will be more members on the way. And as for XF9…you talk about how you’re the Xtreme Force Nine? Well. The sWo will be the people to take you to the extreme. Because the SMARKS WORLD ORDER will rise again…like ashes…in…the…fall.

(Axis) – Y2K has just become the newest member of the sWo, and Poisyn has promised us new members will be popping up soon!

(Suicide King) – Plus he had some heated words for XF9, I’m sure this will get interesting! Now all you half-brained morons, stayed tuned to Smarks Junior League Wrath or I’ll kill you!

June 19, 2002

The camera fades in with an extreme close-up of the SJL European Title and the fans out in the auditorium can be heard lightly cheering. The camera then pulls back to reveal the current title holder Frost with Sydney Sky lovingly clinging to his right arm and the crowd screams wildly. Syd looks at the camera and blows a playful kiss. The pair is standing in a back locker room with Ben Hardy, microphone in hand, at the ready.

Hardy: “In the past few weeks Ms. Sky, we have all been aware of Frost’s more than active pursuit of you, but from what we saw on the last Metal, can we believe that it finally paid off.”

Syd looks up at Frost with a radiant smile, while he stands there as stony faced as ever.

Sky: (with a sigh) “Well, he’s a hard man to resist. He said he was going to prove himself to me and he did.”

Hardy: “And you to him as you allowed Frost to win the World Title shot on this past Metal in the tag match you had with your XF9 teammates.”

Sky: “Trust me, I have talked things out with Ced and Z and everything is perfectly fine with us. No dissention in our ranks.”

Frost: (with cool reserve) “I am humbled and honored by Sydney’s gesture. Not only does it allow me to feel the love I have so craved from her, but I will also be able to pay the despicably Danny William back for his brutal beating of my love.”

The fans can be heard giving a very mixed reaction, while Sydney ducks her head and coughs slightly. Most of the bruises on her face have faded, but the bridge of her nose is still slightly swollen as a reminder of the stiff shots she took from new World champion Deathwish.

Hardy: “Does that mean that you are looking past your Euro title defense tonight with CIA and TNT?”

Frost glares at Hardy with contempt and only the presence of Sky keeps him from putting the punk through a wall.

Frost: “I do not look past my opponents tonight for they are below my notice in the first place. TNT I have beaten easily before, in fact it was in a match for the number one contender-ship to the title I now hold, and CIA has had three matches here and thinks he is worthy enough to hold the greatest title in the land. Sydney might be my first love, but this belt is my second and they will not take it from me.”

Hardy: “But what if you win the World title against Deathwish? You might have to give the Euro up.”

The veins in Frost’s neck bulge and he shakes slightly with rage. Sky grips his arm tighter to calm him down.

Frost: “That match will be for one purpose and one purpose only, to destroy Danny Williams. Nothing more, nothing less and if the Insane Luchador is dumb enough to win his match tonight and join me in that title match he will be obliterated if he stands in my path. My love is forever, the continent of Europe is forever.”

Frost leans down and gives Syd a light kiss on the lips. She returns it with equal tenderness and then waves at the camera with an ear-to-ear grin as the picture fades out.

June 19, 2002

The camera fades back in on Wrath by doing a quick scan of the madly cheering crowd before swooping down to rest in front of the commentator’s table, where as usual a heated debate has been raging between King and Edwin during the break.

Edwin: “…I can’t believe you are going to sit there and tell me that you were hanging out with Tiger Woods the other night. You’ve always been a little obsessive when it came to famous people, but I don’t think he would lower himself to hanging out with you.”

King: “I have no idea who you’re talking about, but my Tiger Woods is a stripper down at the Doctor’s Lounge on South 60.”

Edwin: “Oh…does she have a sister then.”

Axis: “Welcome back to Wrath, and just in time too, for not only have you just missed some scintillating conversation (sarcasm dripping), but we have what promises to be the match of the night between Frost, TNT and CIA for the SJL European title.”

King: “Here’s the story in a nut shell. Edwin is a corn silk smoking retard who booked two number one contender matches for the Euro title in back to back shows. In the first Taylor Nicholas Thompson whipped the Insane Luchador like the jobber he is, while in the second CIA used some sort of alien mind control technology to mess with Mike Van Siclen and score the cheap win.”

Edwin: “Well, he is Canadian intelligence…”

King: “That’s an oxymoron.”

Edwin: “…so I guess he might have access to mind control technology, but he really put on an impressive showing and has risen through the ranks faster than any superstar I can remember, and he’s done it purely on his talent.”

King: “I bet.” (King leans back in his chair behind Edwin’s back and puts his tongue in his cheek and mimics giving a blowjob)

Funyon: (in ring with microphone in hand) “The next contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the SJL European Title. This match is a triple threat contest with no disqualifications in effect.”

The fans pop modestly in anticipation for the upcoming battle. The cheers rise in volume and enthusiasm as the first regal strains of “O’ Canada” blare over the speakers.

Funyon: “Introducing first from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 237 lbs. He is the most elite in Canadian Intelligence Agents, he is C.I.AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

A red blast of pyro lights up the sides of the entrance ramp as C.I.A. swaggers out behind the ring curtain with mic in hand as his theme segues to the classic guitar intro of Johnny Rivers “Secret Agent Man.”

C.I.A: “Greetings from the frozen north. (The crowd redoubles their yelling and the grappler saunters toward the ring while meeting and greeting fans closest to the guardrails near the entrance ramp.) Why don’t you do yourself a favor and buy a Canadian beer, because your eyes are about ready to be thrown wide open!”

Edwin: “What I don’t get is why he comes out to a song called ‘Secret Asian Man’ when he’s Canadian. Well, unless, of course, he really is a secret Asian man.”

King: “You Captain and Tenille loving twit, Johnny Rivers is singing Secret Agent Man, not Secret Asian Man.”

Edwin: “Right and next you’re be telling me that that Creedance Clearwater Revival song isn’t about a bathroom on the right.”

CIA rolls under the bottom ring rope and spring to his feet in the center of squared circle. He spreads his arms out wide and the two Canadian flags pinned to the underside of his jacket sleeves majestically unfurl.

CIA: “Raise you voices up and let the people smile! I’m here to bring that CANADIAN STYLE!” The fans roar one last time for the still new, but no less beloved wrestler from up north as CIA hands his trappings over to a nearby ring attendant.

“OY! OY! OY!”

While the harmonious strains of AC/DC are usually cause for celebration, they are not when they foreshadow the approach of Taylor Nicholas Thompson. The former T.V. champ bursts through the curtain with his trusty aluminum baseball bat held high in the air.

Funyon: “Now introducing at a weight of 267 lbs. from Anaheim, California. This is Taylor Nicholas Thompson, or better known to all as, T…N…TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!”

A scratchy “Watch me explode!” sings out in TNT’s music and he makes his way cockily to ringside. He vaults up to the ring apron and, just to rile the crowd up that much more, he flips off the collective audience to deafening jeers.

Axis: “While some might see TNT’s recent loss of the T.V. title to Mak Francis as a big setback, this intimidating young man just sees it as an excuse to move up the card.”

King: “He was being wasted down as the King of Jobberville, winning the belt tonight will make him the King of Midcardville. An improvement, but then again we all can’t be the Suicide King.”

Edwin: “Remember that in the land of the blind the man with one eye is king.”

King: “What in the blue hell does that mean?”

Edwin: “Not a clue I just thought it sounded deep and stuff.”

TNT climbs through the second rope and promptly jumps up to the nearest second turnbuckle and let’s loose with a hard “kaboom!” while CIA mentally prepares himself in the upper right hand ring corner for the ensuing match. TNT marches toward CIA to complete his pre-match ritual with a “kaboom!” from that corner, but CIA stands his ground. TNT looks at him for a second, shrugs his shoulder and clobbers CIA in the midsection with his ball bat. The man doubles over with a wheeze for air and the crowd boos. TNT brings the bat down across his opponent’s back and then flips the crowd off again with a sadistic grin on his face. Funyon dives to the ring floor to avoid injury and referee Eddy Long calls for the bell, as whoever wins this match means little to him.

DING DING DING

Axis: “That is just atrocious. TNT gets the drop on CIA before the match officially began just for being in his way to complete his stupid yelling ritual.”

King: “I’ve got one word for that…KABOOM!”

Edwin: “I’ve got one hyphenated word for you and Thompson: Anti-Freeze.”

With that the piercing guitar thrashing of “Cities of Flame with Rock ‘n Roll” blares through the arena. The crowd uncharacteristically gives a solid face pop for Frost, whether for his softhearted union with Sydney Sky or for someone to take out the vile TNT is unsure.

Funyon: (from the ring floor) “And finally from Reykjavik, Iceland at a weight of 297 lbs., he is the SJL European Champion, ladies and gentlemen this…is…FRRRRROOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTT!”

The mammoth Icelander appears from behind the ring curtain with a swagger in his step and a Louisville slugger wooden baseball bat hanging loosely from his right hand and banging up against his leg as he walks. Thomspon stands over the fallen CIA with a surprised and frustrated look on his face as he watches Frost approach the ringside.

Edwin: “It appears that Frost is sporting superior wood to TNT.”

Axis: “We can’t forget that TNT laid Frost out last week with that pet baseball bat of his, but as any big leaguer can tell you, wood always beats aluminum.”

King: “I wish I could defend the kid here, but an aluminum bat is pretty wussy. Makes a nice ‘ping’ sound when you whack someone in the skull with it though.”

Frost leaps up to the ring apron with the crowd still popping. He unstraps his title from around his waist and hands it to an attendant before stepping over the top rope into the ring. Frost holds his ball bat in front of him like a sword and TNT looks down at his smaller and lighter one. He grits his teeth and charges at Frost with the bat up over his head. Frost blocks with his Louisville Slugger and TNT cut down to slash Frost in the knee, but he blocks again with his bat on the side and the two men separate to have an intense stare down.

Axis: “TNT and Frost fence to a stalemate while CIA takes a breather on the mat and seems to be coming around from the earlier attack.”

Edwin: “I don’t know how to call a fencing match, I hope I don’t have to hire some weasely French dude for commentary.”

King: “I’m already working with an Aussie and a Brit, another liability in a war for me to deal with means little.”

Edwin: “You yanks keep us from taking back the Falkland Islands and you never let us live it down.”

CIA woozily climbs to hands and knees and crawls across the ring silently to rest behind Thompson. Frost sees this and charges with his bat over his head like a club. TNT backs up a little to plant his feet better to receive the blow and trips over CIA. He loses his grip on his aluminum bat and it flies out of the ring to the floor. The crowd roars as CIA reaches his feet and he gives the fans a modest wave.

King: “Speaking of countries no good in a war, CIA demonstrates why Canada and the U.S. have the longest undefended boarder in the world as he can only take Taylor out with an old Three Stooges bit.”

Edwin: “He’s also pretty good with that Curly eye poke bloke thing. (Edwin puts his hand up sideways in front of his face) Nyuck! Nyuck!”

Frost turns his bat upside down and readies to jam it into Thompson’s gut. TNT brings up his left foot and kicks the bat out of Frost’s hands. It bounces to the opposite side of the ring and slowly rolls out under the ropes to thud to the floor. TNT shoots up his other foot to catch Frost in the stomach and he staggers back.

Axis: “Both weapons brought into this match have been dispensed with, but that doesn’t mean we won’t see them, or other items, as this dq affair progresses.”

Edwin: “You have to sell this match to the people at home better than that. WE PROMISE MANY MORE HIDEOUS MIND BITCHINGLY WICKED WEAPONS OF DESTRUCTION COMING UP! TURN THE CHANNEL AND WE’LL COME TO YOUR HOUSE TO GET YOU!”

TNT kips to his feet in an unusual show of agility and he points at both Frost and TNT with a snarl on his lips.

Axis: “Thompson demonstrates that he’s pulling out all the stops for this contest and is more than ready for these two fierce competitors.”

Thompson edges toward Frost then suddenly jukes to his right and charges at CIA with his head down to deliver a spear to the slightly smaller man. However, CIA sees the move coming and has just enough time to launch himself in the air and he throws his legs out to catch Thompson in the top of his head with the heels of his boots.

Axis: “TNT tried to surprise the man he probably presumes to the be easier target in this contest, but CIA makes with his patented heavy drop kick.”

Edwin: “Heavy dropkick, I don’t get that, it sounds like hard water, a bit of an odd concept.”

CIA rolls to his feet as Thompson lays face first on the canvas with his arms cradling his sore head. CIA’s eyes dart toward Frost and, seizing the opportunity, he takes off into the ropes and charges at Frost with his elbow poised up over his head. Frost stands his ground and thrusts his hands out just as CIA reaches him and grabs the man across his chest with his right arm and under his armpit with his left. CIA takes a trip up into the air with his eyes bulging out and is slammed down to the canvas.

Axis: “Ring shaking sidewalk slam by Frost as we learn charging these three men is not the way to go in winning a fight.”

Frost drops an elbow to CIA’s sternum and lateral presses for the pin.

ONE

TWO

CIA sneaks a shoulder up to stop the count.

King: “The Frost I know would have hooked the leg and got the win there. Sydney Sky has made him weak.”

Axis: “I’m always one to believe that love makes you stronger and Frost has been in the best spirits we have ever seen him in lately.”

Frost rises up to his knees just as a recovered TNT flies off the far ropes with a forearm to strike Frost in the forehead. Frost awkwardly falls back with his legs pinned underneath him and lands with a bounce into the ropes. The hard strands wrap themselves around Frost’s sinewy arms and hold him in place.

King: “It’s like Mickey said in Rocky, women make you weak, no sex before the big fight.”

TNT rocks a few short jabs into Frost’s ribs as he tries to free himself from the ropes. Referee Eddy Long leans on a near turnbuckle with his hand underneath his chin. No dq means he really can’t do anything, not that he would want to. The fans shower down boos and TNT throws his arms out and his head back to revel in the jeers.

Edwin: “He might have a point, Frost isn’t exactly eating lightening and crapping thunder right now.”

Taylor turns his head to see CIA trying to gain his feet and pivots around to nail him in the jaw with a knee lift. Thompson backs up and CIA flops back to the mat on his face. Thompson shoots a glance at Frost to make sure he is still out of action and then sits squarely on CIA’s back while tucking his lugs up underneath his arms in a Boston crab.

Axis: “TNT is going for the submission, but I have to say it might be a little too early and not a great idea anyway with an extra man in the ring to worry about.”

King: “Hello, McFly, Frost is bound up tighter than a fat woman’s girdle and CIA got drilled with a ball bat to start the match out. TNT’s not wasting his time with fancy schmancy luchador junk to please the crowd, he’s going for the win and a humiliating one in making the Canuck tap out.”

Edwin: “I’d comment on what you just said, but I’m still caught up on that whole ‘fat woman’s girdle’ image.”

TNT rears back as far as he can in wrenching the Canadian’s legs. Eddy asks CIA if he wants to taps out and he feverishly shakes his head ‘no.’ He tries to crawl for the ropes, but Taylor has the move cinched tight and with good leverage on the mat to keep him in place. Frost jerks and yanks at the ropes to free himself and the crowd begins chanting his name.

Axis: “Listen to his maddening crowd chanting for Frost, did you think you would ever see the day?”

King: “Peshaw, they just want Frost to save their Labat Blue beer swilling idol. They’ll turn on him as soon as he’s done his duty for them.”

Edwin: “I’d comment on what you just said, but I’m still caught on the fact that you used the word ‘peshaw.”

Red faced from the strain, but with the crowd behind him, Frost gives one last mighty tug and rips himself finally out of the ropes to a huge crowd pop. TNT is lost in his own little world of grinding on the Boston crab and fails to notice Frost sneaking up behind him. He locks his left arm up under Thompson’s in a half nelson and then reaches his free arm over the grappler’s throat to complete the Cobra Clutch. Frost pulls TNT up off the mat, but he still has the Boston crab locked in tight and CIA winds up being pulled like taffy through Frost’s legs and off the mat.

Axis: “It’s some sort of three man crab clutch.”

Edwin: “As King and Tiger Woods can attest too, the crab clutch is easy to get, but hard to get rid of.”

CIA lifts the top half of his body off the mat with his arms and snakes himself fully through Frost’s legs to lie on his back, although the rapidly fading TNT still has hold of his feet. CIA places the flat of his palms on the mat and does a hand stand. He bends his elbows down for leverage and then pushes up with all of his might. He shoots TNT up by the shoulders and the crown of his skull clocks Frost in the jaw. Frost lets loose of the hold and wobbles backwards. Thompson crashes to the mat and CIA scrambles to his now released feet.

Axis: “The intelligence operative uses a counter we have never seen before to a hold we have never seen before and proves once again why he deserves this title shot tonight.”

King: “Deserves got nothing to do with it. (pointing a finger at Edwin) And I haven’t had the crab clutch since I was in college.”

CIA runs to the near ropes and ricochets off of them heading straight for Frost with the bionic elbow once again cocked. Frost regains his balance and plants himself to catch CIA. CIA pulls up on his charge and sends a thrust kick squarely into Frost’s chest. He bends down and grabs his chest with both hands. CIA spins around with a flourish to headlock Frost and slams him down to the canvas with a bulldog.

Axis: “CIA has learned from earlier when the bionic elbow was countered by the sidewalk slam and this time fakes Frost out with it.”

King: (clapping) “Oh, bravo, do you want me to give him a cookie?”

Edwin: (salivating) “You have cookies?”

It takes all of his muscle to roll the heavy grappler over, but CIA finally gets Frost on his back and falls on top for the cover.

ONE

TWO

Frost kicks out with gusto and CIA bounds to his feet. TNT is back up and catches the off guard CIA with a wristlock and flings him to the ropes out of it. TNT positions himself just in front of Frost with his arm out for a clothesline, but CIA ducks under and skips over Frost’s body to go into the far ropes. He springs off with added momentum and rushes back toward TNT. Thompson puts his head down for a backdrop and CIA flies over both Frost and Taylor with a flying cross body. He hooks TNT’s tights as he whizzes past and pulls the man over. TNT windmills his arms for a second to try and keep his balanced, but can’t hold it and is sunset flipped over to the mat. CIA hooks his hands together tight and puts his feet over Thompson’s shoulders. Frost is just now climbing back up with help from the nearby ropes.

Axis: “NEW CHAMP RIGHT HERE!”

ONE

TWO

THR-

Thompson claps his ankles together to rock CIA in the sides of his head. His equilibrium knocked off and his skull rattling, he falls back to break the pin, but also inadvertently slingshots TNT up and over due to still having his upper thighs locked. Thompson sails awkwardly to his feet and chest first straight into the big boot of Frost. The impact thunders like a cannon and Thompson collapses back to the mat. Frost drops an elbow to TNT’s chest and covers.

ONE

TWO

THR-

CIA saves with a double axe handle to the back of Frost’s head.

Axis: “The pace of this exciting contest has really picked up and we can hardly fit a word in down here.”

Edwin is playing jacks with himself while King is flipping through the latest issue of “Swank” magazine.

Frost rises to his knees and grabs CIA by the sides of his head and pulls him to his feet. CIA tries to jerk away, but Frost has him in a firm grip. Frost puts a hand between the grappler’s legs and lifts him up in the air and over his head in a press slam. A few cheers go up just from the adrenaline of the match, but most boo Frost preparing to slam down the more belovedly over CIA. TNT rolls over to his back and starts struggling up to his feet. Frost’s face tightens and his body winces with pain as he sloppily drops CIA to his face and the big man grabs his left shoulder and bicep area.

Axis: “Wrenching himself out of those ropes a little while go might have pulled a muscle in his arm. Frost couldn’t hold the plucky Canadian and is now hurting.”

King: “And what did I tell you then? The fans would turn on Frost soon as CIA was safe and if he went after him. The old Frost would not have done something so stupid as he let the fans encourage him to rip his arms out of the socket to get out of those ropes.”

TNT rushes the stunned European champion and front waistlocks him. With a grunt and a prayer, TNT just gets the heavier Frost’s feet off the mat and belly-to-belly suplexes him over to the mat. He takes a second to get his breath and goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

CIA lunges to grab TNT’s foot and tugs him off of Frost. Thompson scuttles back on the mat and CIA dives on top of Frost for a pin attempt of his own.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

Thompson regains his composure and grips CIA’s foot to yank him off of Frost to break the pin.

Axis: “TWO NEAR FALLS BACK TO BACK! ANY WIN IN THIS MATCH IS GOING TO BE RECEIVED BY THE THINNEST OF MARGINS AT THE LAST SPLIT SECOND!”

Edwin: “Now you’re hyping the folks at home.”

CIA and TNT make their knees and start trading punches. Both men are soaked in sweat and their punches do not have the power they would have only a mere five minutes ago from the fast paced brutality of the match. TNT pushes CIA back and rolls to his left and out of the ring to the floor. He staggers up and around the near corner of the ring. CIA baseball slides out behind him and gives chase. Frost sits up and tries to catch his breath while rubbing his sore left shoulder.

Axis: “While TNT might be a dirty back stabber, we have never known him to run away from a fight, but he is now not wanting any part of the Canadian.”

King: “Hello, McFly…”

Edwin: “You’ve already done that joke.”

King: “Eh…stifle yourself Meathead, I think it’s clear that Thompson is simply going for a bit of a wood bonus.”

Edwin: “Wood Bonus that would be a great name for a ballplayer…or a pornstar.”

TNT spies the Louisville Slugger on the floor and reaches down to pick it up. CIA runs up from behind with his hands over is head for a double axe handle as TNT stays hunched over with his back turned to hide the bat. However, he certainly knows that the Canadian is there as he whips around and jabs him in the gut with the bat. Thompson turns the bat deftly upwards in his hands and sends it up into CIA’s chin. The grappler goes down hard and TNT proceeds to work CIA over with the bat.

Axis: “This is no dq, but it isn’t no count out, certainly Eddy Long should be counting TNT out in an attempt to stop him from beating CIA like this.”

Edwin: “One, Eddy Long is a dirty bastard. Two, he never learned how to count past five.”

The fans chant “CIA” and Taylor looks up from straddling the fallen face to yell at the crowd. CIA wiggles a leg free and rams it into Thompson’s crotch. He blanches white and falls off of CIA

Edwin: “Canadian nutcracker turns the tide.”

Axis: “But the damage is done as CIA is bruised and bloodied. Frost is also up and suspiciously eyeing the men on the outside.”

CIA pulls himself up by the apron, blood pouring from a cut over his eye. TNT struggles to his feet while still holding his groin. CIA turns and fires off a weak punch. TNT sways back to miss it and the two men go back to trading blows. Frost sees both men up and sprints to the far ropes like a freight train gathering steam. Frost bends his knees for a spring and leaps up and over the ropes with a pescado out to the two fighting men. It feels like a slow motion scene at the end of an action movie. No sound, the background blurred, the foreground in close-up at an off kilter angle. Frost’s near 300-pound frame floats in midair, spread out eagle with his arms up and legs stretched out. CIA and TNT lift their heads and can only watch, two more spectators among the thousands in attendance, as Frost drops toward them gaining speed. He lands fully onto CIA and bumps enough into TNT to knocks him down as everyone collapses to a heap on the floor. The audience goes, in a word, batshit.

King: “HOLY SH*T!”

Axis: “FROST JUST JUMPED FROM THE RING TO THE FLOOR!”

Edwin: “LUCHA-FROST!”

With no one left in the ring and nothing else better to do, the ref starts a count out. TNT, who took the least from the impact, makes his feet first at the count of eight. He sticks his head under the bottom rope to break the count and then leans down to wrestle the mammoth Frost up enough to roll him under the bottom rope.

Axis: “If TNT wants to roll someone in the ring for a pin, he should try the lighter CIA.”

King: “Thompson wants to beat Frost directly for HIS title. CIA has been nothing but an annoyance in this match to him.”

Edwin: “And if anyone would know of annoyances…”

TNT finally hefts Frost up to the apron and rolls him back into the ring. He picks up the wooden bat and rolls in behind him. He circles Frost with a renewed gleam in his eye as the mass in attendance scream bloody murder for the despicable heel.

Axis: “Thompson is looking for the coup de gras before making the cover.”

Edwin: “I thought he was looking for the vischy swas.”

TNT is poised over Frost with the bat held high while the fans settle down and holds their breaths waiting to see what happens. CIA climbs back up to the apron, bloody and stunned, but still fighting. He takes a wild, punch drunk swing at Thompson that misses by a mile and TNT responds by whacking him full in the shoulder and he falls back to the floor with a splat, gripping his shoulder as the fans ‘ooo’ in sympathy. However, the momentary diversion gives Frost time to recoup enough to slide up on his feet in front of Thompson and nail him right on the button with a European uppercut to the jaw. TNT drops his bat to the canvas and staggers back.

Axis: FROST IS UP! CIA MIGHT HAVE UNWITTINGLY SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR THE ICELANDIC ICEMAN!”

King: “It would be just like a Canadian to mess up somebody else’s mojo.”

Frost straightens up to his full height and fixes the battered and tired TNT in a facelock while grabbing a hand full of the man’s tights. He picks Thompson up so far he is almost vertical with the mat and drops him down with a snap to the crown of his skull to finish off the impaler DDT.

Axis: “ICE PICK! ICE PICK! THIS COULD BE IT!”

TNT flips over from the force of the blow and Frost lazily lies with his back on top of Thompson sucking wind. Eddy Long drops to his stomach for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Axis: “THAT’S IT! THAT’S IT! FROST RETAINS THE EUROPEAN TITLE!”

Edwin: “FROST HAS HIS MOJO WORKING KING, IT JUST DON’T WORK ON YOU!”

Frost rolls off of Thompson onto his face and then back over to his spine while continuing to breath hard. The camera flashes to CIA sitting up on the floor, grimacing his face in pain as he holds his tortured shoulder and the smeared blood on his face starts to dry. Back in the ring TNT rests in fitful slumber with his eyes closed still completely out of it.

Axis: “What a colossal contest these three men put on. Not one of them has anything to be ashamed of, especially CIA who came in as the underdog and put on a gutsy performance despite injury and pain.”

King: “Yeah, yeah, put the Canadian over. Thompson got robbed and I’m telling you that this is not the Frost we, or at least I, know and love. Sky is hurting him in the ring by sapping his drive and meanness and that is going to cost him that title sooner or later.”

Edwin sits in his chair and does the humpty dance while mumbling, “got my mojo workin’, got my mojo workin’” as the camera fades to break.

June 19, 2002

Axis: Good day mates, and welcome back to Wrath! Coming up is tonight’s Main Event between “Deathwish” Danny Williams and “The True Plague” or “The Insane Luchadore” Rickman. However, I would like to remind the fans at home that tonight’s match is not for the SJL World Title.

Edwin: That’s right. By Williams request he will face Andrew Rickman in the a nontitle match up. If Rickman wins than he will not only face Williams for the World Title on Crimson, but he will also face Frost in a three way match up.

King: Brilliant self booking from the SJL’s very own crack head Danny Williams. Oh Well, Its going to be fun to see Williams in the same ring with Rickman and Frost. To psychos who hate his guts, all this is going to be good.

Edwin: I agree that Williams is walking on thin ice. But maybe Williams is just felling confident that he can defeat Rickman. I mean he has pinned his shoulders to the mat twice.

King: O.K. that’s a bit of stretch. In their first match was after Rickman had got tombstoned on a chair a few days earlier. So its understandable why he lost. Their second match was a triple threat, where Rickman kicked Posiyn’s ass before Williams hit him from behind with a Missile Dropkick.

Axis: King is right. The only time these two faced off with all things being equal was their first match.

King: Yes, and Rickman made Williams tap to the Beginning of the End.

Edwin: Well you could make a good argument that Williams wasn’t prepared for that match. Williams had no idea he was going to fight Rickman. He also was expecting a flip flop Luchadore, not a hardcore brawler.

Axis: Well than, I guess tonight there will be no excuses, let the better man win.

King: Than Rickman will win.

Edwin: Rickman does have a history of losing big matches though. He has always just scraped the surface of the Main Event, but never really broke through. However Rickman feels its becaues he’s being held back, and that he is a far more deserving World Champion than Williams.

King: Why of course he is being held back, and is a far more deserving Champion than Williams. Rickman was kicking ass in the ML and SJL, back when Williams was still in rehab. I mean look at Metal the other week. Williams won the world championship by stiffing the shit out of a girl. Meanwhile Rickman was beating the crap out of that monster bad ass TNT.

Edwin: Well Rickman has chance tonight to prove himself . Will just have to see how he handles himself against the World Champion.

Axis: Personally I can easily see Rickman taking this. He has been extremely focused lately. He has been utilizing his high flying and speed advantage a lot more than usual. It seems that he really want to win, rather than just beat the crap out of his oppontent.

Edwin: Funyon is in the ring, and that means it’s party time.

Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, its now time for the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!(the crowd applauds) Tonight’s match is scheduled for one fall, and is a non title bout.

Mudvayne's "Dig" violently plays, as the lights go out, and soon flicker back on but the arena is a bit dim. He stands tall on the top of the ramp, bending his back like a limbo pose but he makes a cross with his hands. Soon black sparks cascades down the top of the smarkron. Insane Luchador gets back to his normal stand and blood red pyro (still like sparks) explodes to the near right and left of IL. It soon turns to black with red mixed in here and there. It soon creates a shield of black sparks and Insane Luchador leaps out of it landing on his feet with a smirk. The pyro slows down and quits as Insane Luchador rolls into the ring.

King: You are looking at the future SJL Champion of the World. I have never seen Rickman look more focused than he is tonight. He came here to win.

Edwin: I don’t know? He may be focused but he still is as skinny and frail as ever. If he tries to brawl Williams, he’s going to get knocked out again.

The heavy grinding grooves of Dillinger Escape Plans "Calculating Infinity" blasts over the loud speakers. The smarktron simply says Deathwish in white letters and follows that with highlights of Dannys Indie and New Japan Matches. Danny comes out on to the platform, with world title wrapped tightly around his waist. 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: There he is the Champion of the World.

King: Your not a Champion of the World, unless you make your first defense. If you lose the title in your first defense, your name should be removed from the history books.

Funyon: Introducing first, he weighs in at a trim 195 pounds, hailing from Easton Pennsylvania.....”The True Plague” ANDREW RICKMANnnnnnn!!!!

Rickman raises his arms, and the arena is becomes filled with the sound “boos”

Funyon: And now Introducing......The SJL Champion of the World. he weighs in at 238 pounds, haling from Louisville Kentucky..............”Deathwish” DANNY WILLIAMSsssssssssssssssss!!!!

DING! DING! DING! Williams and Rickman dart out of their corners, and meet in the center of the ring. The two circle each other once, with their arms raised like boxers. Rickman wastes no time in firing a straight right. Williams ducks and the momentum of the punch carries Rickman forwards. Williams waits and fires an elbow as Rickman turns around. Rickman blocks it, and fires a right hook. Williams leans backwards, barely dodging the punch. Williams draws back for a counter elbow, but Rickman springs back out of range. Both men step back, and lower their arms. The crowd applauds as the two warriors stare each other down, and try to rethink their strategy.

Edwin: Stalemate! Both these men know each other so well, that neither can mount an offense.

Axis: It looks like Williams is looking just to land the elbow, and Rickman is looking just to the right hand. The outcome of every Rickman/Williams match has been determined by who can land their big strikes more.

King: I think elbows are overrated. If Rickman can land a big right hand, this match is over with.

After some stalling, the two step back to the center of the ring, and circle each other again. Rickman fakes a punch, and kicks Williams in the ankle! Williams clutches his ankle, and screams in pain. Rickman swings a wild right hook, but Williams ducks and spins behind him. Before Williams can counter, Rickman immediately follows with a lighting quick back spin kick, but Williams blocks it. Williams counters with a hard shin kick, to Rickman’s left leg. Rickman flinches in pain, and Williams fires the Rolling Elbow! Rickman blocks it, and quickly fires another spin kick! Williams barely blocks it in time, and springs back far out of range. The crowd applauds, as the two exchange yet another stare down.

Edwin: Once again, neither man can land anything significant.

Axis: Rickman and Williams tired to mix up their attack a bit, but in the end they still couldn’t breakdown the other’s defense. Both men are just to well prepared for each other.

King: Its times like this that a good old fashioned low blow can be so effective.

Both men have broken sweats, and Williams is noticeably out of breath. After the crowd dies down, the two approach each other with much more caution than before. The two surprisingly lock up in a collar elbow tie up. Williams easily gains the advantage with a side headlock. Rickman runs Williams into the ropes, and shoots him off. Rickman fires a standing dropkick, but Williams wisely hangs on to the ropes. Rickman jumps back to his feet, only to get his head ripped off by a vicious Hooking Clothesline from Williams!

Edwin: Rickman is going to have whiplash after taking that clothesline.

Axis: And it’s Williams who lands the first strike, after wisely avoiding Rickman’s dropkick!

King: More like cowardly avoiding Rickman’s dropkick.

A fired up Williams steps on to the apron, and climbs to the top turnbuckle. As soon as Rickman gets up, Williams leaps off the top rope with a perfect Missile Dropkick! At the sight of Williams’ boots flying down at him, Rickman’s eyes jump out his head. Rickman leaps backwards, and Williams misses the dropkick! Williams splats on his back, like a he fell from the twenty story building. Rickman points to his temple with the “I got brains” gesture, and positions himself in front of Williams. A sore Williams staggers to his feet, and Rickman blasts him with a well timed dropkick! Williams flops to the mat, and Rickman jumps to his feet with a kip up.

Edwin: The dropkick gets a 5, but the kip up gets a 8.

King: Brilliant counter wrestling from Rickman. Now who’s smarter, Williams!

Axis: Rickman has ate Williams’ Missile Dropkick enough, to know he doesn’t like the taste of it. It appears Rickman is finally finding the weaknesses in Williams’ offense.

Rickman locks a front face lock on Williams, and jerks him to his feet. Rickman hoists Williams up for the Vertical Suplex, but Williams lands behind him. Rickman spins around, and eats a Rolling Elbow! The crowd goes crazy, as Rickman drops lifelessly to the mat. Williams tries to roll Rickman over for the cover, but he quickly takes off rolling out of the ring. Rickman hits the floor with a thump, and remains passed out on his back. Williams takes position on the other side of the ring and waits. A drowsy Rickman slowly staggers to his feet, and Williams bounces off the ropes, and charges across the ring. Williams dives through the second rope for the Elbow Suicida, but Rickman catches him with a punch to the face in mid air! Williams drops lifelessly to the floor, while Rickman holds his arm in pain.

King: Yes! It’s about time someone did that.

Edwin: Ouch! Williams dove face first right into Rickman’s fist. That’s a good way to get your teeth knocked out or in Rickman’s case break his hand.

Axis: Once again, Rickman learns from his past mistakes and makes Williams pay. He has been one step ahead of Williams all night.

Rickman rolls into the ring, and tries to shake off the pain in his hand. Williams remains completely motionless on the floor. Rickman climbs to the top turnbuckle and balances himself on the top rope, where he is facing Williams. Williams starts to show signs of life, and slowly staggers to his feet. Cameras flash as Rickman leaps off the top tope, and nails Williams with a Suicide Plancha! Both men are down, but Rickman obviously recovers first and rolls back into the ring. Kivell slowly counts all the to fifteen, before Williams manages to crawl back into the ring. Rickman greets him with a soccar kick to the face. The crowd “boos” as Rickman heroically celebrates kicking a man while he’s down. Williams crawls to his hands and knees, and Rickman stands in front of him. Rickman signals he’s going for the Evenflow DDT and waves for Williams to “get up”. Williams slowly pulls himself to his feet, and Rickman fires a kick to his gut. Williams blocks it, spins Rickman around, and hoists him up for the Backdrop Driver! Rickman kicks his legs violently, and manages to roll through. Rickman lands behind Williams, and catches him with a lethal right cross as he turns around! Williams goes completely limp, and drops to the mat.

Edwin: And Danny Williams does his best Mike Tyson impression.

King: I told you, one right hand and its all over.

Axis: Rickman avoids Williams trademark Backdrop Driver, and just levels him with one of the hardest right hands I’ve ever seen.

Rickman grabs Williams’ arm, and tries to pull him up but discovers Williams is too limp. Rickman gives up, and just falls on him for the pin.

One....

Two....

No! Williams kicks out! Rickman scoops Williams up, and slams him near a corner. Rickman signals he’s going up, and starts climbing the turnbuckles form the inside. A drowsy Williams climbs to his hands and knees, and starts crawling out of Rickman’s range. Rickman turns his head around, and rolls his eyes. Rickman climbs back down the turnbuckles, and chases after Williams. Rickman kicks Williams in the gut, knocking him on his back. Rickman stomps away at Williams body, until he quits moving. Feeling satisfied Rickman drags Williams near a another corner, and starts climbing back up the turnbuckles. Before Rickman can get in position for the moonsault, Williams rolls out of the ring, and lays lifeless on the floor. Rickman mumbles profanities, and jumps back down to the mat. Rickman climbs out of the ring, and pulls Williams up by his tights. Rickman rolls Williams back in the ring, but he doesn’t quit rolling. Rickman slides into the ring, and catches Williams before he rolls out the other side of the ring.

Edwin: It looks like Rickman is trying to set up Williams for the moonsault, but Williams isn’t cooperating at all . Remember Rickman knocked Williams tooth out with that move a few months ago.

Axis: You would be surprised how hard it is to force somebody to lay on the mat, while you take the time to climb to the top turnbuckle and jump on them.

Rickman locks a front facelock on Williams, and pulls him to his feet. Rickman tosses Williams’ left arm over his shoulder, and snaps back with a ring shaking Snap Suplex! Rickman keeps his grip, and pulls Williams back up to his feet. Rickman snaps back for a second Snap Suplex! Rickman drags Williams’ corpse back in range for the Moonsault, and starts climbing back up the turnbuckles. Rickman changes his mind, and hops back down. Rickman locks on a front facelock, and pulls Williams up to his knees. Rickman grabs hold of Williams tights, and uses all his strength to force Williams to stand up on his weak legs. Rickman snaps back with a another hard Snap Suplex! With Williams is flat on his back and twitching like a dying animal, Rickman finally feels its safe to climb the turnbuckles. Rickman balances himself on the top rope, with his back to Williams.

Axis: Three snap suplexes! It does not look good for the World Champion. If Rickman can hit the moonsault, this could be it.

Edwin: Well that’s one way to get somebody to lay still. Suplex them until they go into seizures.

King: I’am loving this, Rickman is just murdering Williams. Now land the moonsault, right on his face and finish him.

Rickman flips off the crowd, and than flips off the top rope. Rickman lands on Williams with a high impact Moonsault! Rickman doesn’t hold the lateral press for the pin, and instead steps out on to the apron. Rickman climbs to the top turnbuckle, and balances himself on the tope rope. Cameras flash and the crowd “Ahhhs” as Rickman leaps off the ropes, and hits Williams with a beautiful 450 Splash. This time Rickman holds the lateral press for the pin.

One....

Two....

Thre NO!

Williams raises his shoulder up! An exhausted Rickman argues the count with Kivell. Williams takes the opportunity to roll out of the ring. Rickman gives up on Kivell, and spots Williams laying on the outside. Rickman pulls off his sweat soaked hooded sweat shirt, and some women in the audience cheer. Rickman climbs the top turnbuckle, and perches on the top rope. Williams pulls himself up with the apron, and turns around. Rickman leaps from the top turnbuckle for the Suicide Plancha! But Williams catches him with a elbow to the face in midair! The crowd explodes with a huge pop. Williams rolls into the ring, holding his ribs and rubbing his elbow. Grunting in pain, Williams staggers to the other side of the ring, and waits.

Edwin: Williams catches him with a elbow in mid air. If you ask me that was better than Rickman’s mid air punch.

King: Bull! Elbows are overrated. Rickman is obviously playing possum, because there is no way that ugly elbow knocked him out.

Axis: Running out of ideas to put away Williams, Rickman went for the same move twice and paid dearly.

Kivell counts to Fourteen before Rickman stumbles to his feet, holding his jaw. Williams charges across the ring for the Elbow Suicida! Rickman sees Williams coming, and draws back his fist to catch him again. Suddenly, Williams drops to the mat, and smashes the unsuspecting Rickman’s face with a Baseball Slide Dropkick! Rickman smashes into the guardrail, but stays on his feet. Williams pulls himself back into the ring, with the ropes. Williams casually steps on the apron, and nails the stunned Rickman with a Elbow Suicida! Williams quickly gets to his feet, and rolls back into the ring. Rickman slowly staggers to his feet, holding his nose. Williams sprints across the ring, and bounces off the ropes. Williams dives through the second rope, and drills Rickman with another Elbow Suicida! Rickman smashes into the guardrail, and flops face first to the floor.

Edwin: Two Elbow Suicidas!!! Williams may have knocked Rickman’s nose back in place.

Axis: Rickman was suspecting the Elbow Suicida, but instead got a Baseball Slide Dropkick. Than Williams ended up hitting the Elbow Suicida anyway. Brilliant fake out by Williams.

King: It isn’t over yet, That move may have broke a woman’s nose, but Rickman is a badass man. I’am sure Rickman still has a few more tricks up his sleeve.

The crowd goes nuts and chants “Death-Wish!”. Ignoring Kivell’s count, Williams locks a front facelock on Rickman and pulls him to his feet. Williams tosses Rickman’s dead left arm over his shoulder, and hoists him up for the Brainbuster! Rickman gets free, lands behind Williams, and locks on traps him in a Full Nelson. Rickman spins Williams face to the crowd, pushes his legs off the apron, and executes a modified Brink of Insanity! Williams face sickly smashes into the floor, triggering a “Holy Shit!” chant near the front roll. A battered Rickman slides back into the ring, and collapses on his back. Both men are down, and Kivell very slowly continues to count out Williams “Ten.............Eleven........................Twelve.........................Th

irteen.” Rickman cimbs to his feet, and stares down at Williams. Despite barely being able to hold his eyes open, Williams manages to climb on apron. Kivell stops the count.

Axis: Just like in their triple threat match, Williams followed the Elbow Suicida with a Brainbuster on the floor, but this Rickman reverse to his finisher the Brink of Insanity!

King: Ha! I knew Rickman still had a few tricks up his sleeve.

Edwin: I’d say its more like pulling an act of desperation out of his ass, than out smarting Williams.

Axis: Regardless how he did. Rickman is one step closer to proving to the fans and himself, that he is Main Event material.

Williams crawls in the ring, through the second and bottom rope. Rickman smirks, and rubbing his boot in Williams face. Rickman pulls Williams to his feet, picks him with a bear hug, and runs him into a corner. Rickman unloads a series of haymakers to Williams’ body and head starting the Beginning of the End. Williams instinctively covers up, blocking most of Rickman’s punches. Rickman continues to blindly punch away, despite most of his blows being blocked. Rickman’s punches get slower and weaker with each throw. Suddenly, Williams fires back with a hard elbow to Rickman’s jaw. The impact creates a sick popping sound, and Rickman staggers backwards.

Axis: How many times have we seen this. Rickman goes for the Beginning of the End to early, and Williams just lets him punch himself out.

Edwin: Rickman has got to be the dumbest person in the world, to keep falling for this.

King: No! Come on Rickman you know as well as I do the Rolling Elbow is coming up next. Block IT!

Williams spins out of the corner with a Rolling Elbow! Rickman ducks it, locks up Williams with a Full Nelson, and spins Williams around for the Brink of Insanity! Williams powers Rickman’s arms down and escapes the hold. Williams spins around for a hard back elbow, but Rickman ducks it. Rickman counters with a hard Shotei! Williams’ head violently snaps back, and he staggers backwards to the center of the ring. Rickman fires a right hook, but Williams ducks and catches Rickman in a back waistlock for the German Suplex! But Rickman throws Williams off with a Hiptoss!

King: Rickman counters the German, escaping yet another one of Williams signature moves!

Axis: Rickman catches Williams off guard with Shoteis, and escapes the German Suplex with a strong reversal. While Rickman has been far from perfect tonight, he has completely shut down the majority of Williams’ high impact offense.

Edwin: Last time, that German Suplex killed Rickman, and set up his defeat. If Williams is going to beat Rickman, he’s going to have to find another way.

Rickman charges and blasts Williams with an ankle kick as he gets up. Williams flinches and nearly goes down. Rickman fakes a right hook, and fires a spin kick! The always aware Williams blocks it, fakes a rolling elbow, and than surprises Rickman with a kick in the gut! Rickman bends over, and Williams drives his head into the mat with a sick DDT! Rickman lands directly on the top of his head, and flips over on his back. Some members of the audiences jaw’s drop, thinking they have just seen a man get paralyzed or maybe even killed in the ring.

Edwin: Oh my god! That was the sickest thing I have ever seen in the wrestling ring. Rickman landed right on his head. I have never even seen Williams use a DDT before, but its obvious now, why he saves it for special occasions.

Axis: You said that Williams needed to find another to win, and he has. Williams couldn’t hit the moves he normally uses to put away his opponent, The Release German and The Backdrop Driver. So he catches Rickman off guard with that hellaish DDT.

King: Oh, my DDT is way better than that, and I’ve took better DDT’s than that. Williams hasn’t found a way to win, he just found a way to delay his title loss/

Rickman isn’t moving, and Williams crawls on top of him for the sure pin. After getting over the shock, the fans count along with Kivell.

One.....

Two......

Three!

NO! At the last possible micro second, Rickman kicks out! Williams can’t believe it, and assumes it was a mistake. Williams hooks Rickman’s legs for a more secure pin.

One....

Two....

Thre

NO! Rickman raises his shoulder up. Williams stands up, and looks to sky as if to ask God “How the hell can he kick out of that!” Rickman tires to get up, but can’t seem to move anything below his shoulders. After getting the feeling back in his lower body, Rickman very slowly stands up on weary legs. The crowd actually applauds out of relief that Rickman isn’t dead. Williams isn’t impressed and just smashes Rickman with a Rolling Elbow! Rickman falls flat on his BUTT, and Williams bends over to pick him up. Suddenly, Rickman starts kicking away at Williams ankle from the mat. The pain gets to Williams, and he drops to one knee. Rickman takes the opportunity to try to stand up, but Williams beats him to his feet. Williams comes at him with his elbow drew back, but Rickman throws a desperation ankle kick! Williams just shrugs it off, and blasts Rickman with another Rolling Elbow! Rickman crumbles to the mat, and looks up at the ceiling with glazed over eyes. Almost like a programmed robot, Rickman sits up and casually climbs to his feet. Rickman stumbles around like a drunk, with his arms uselessly dangling to his sides. Williams easily nails him with another Rolling Elbow!

Edwin: Nonstop action all night! Three Rolling Elbows, after that monstrous DDT. If Rickman kicks out of this, I will have a new found respect for the man.

King: So your saying you don’t respect him for kicking ass, but you respect him for getting his ass kicked. No wonder you never respected me, because I was always kicking ass.

Rickman crumbles to the mat and Williams hooks his legs for the pin.

One....

Two....

Thre

NO! Rickman raises his shoulder up. Williams stands up, and waves for Rickman to get up! Rickman flips off at Williams and yells “Fuck You!”. Rickman rolls over on his back, like a stubborn child refusing to get up for school. Williams tries to pulls Rickman up, but he won’t bulge. Williams starts kicking Rickman’s ribs and shouting “Get Up You Pussy!” Williams grabs a handful of Rickman’s dark sweaty hair, and starts violently jerking at. Williams pulls Rickman to his feet, and looks him in the eyes. Rickman spits in his face, and Williams unloads the Elbow Combo of Doom! Instead of going down, a barely conscious Rickman just laughs at Williams and spits a honker in his face. Williams gets pissed and pulls Rickman’s head down into a front facelock. The crowd lets out a collective gasp, before getting their cameras ready. Williams falls back and plants Rickman’s head into the mat with a even more brutal DDT than before! Again, Rickman lands right on the top of his head, and flips over on his back.

Axis: Dear lord, this needs to be stopped. Rickman may not have the heart to quit, but he needs to find the brains to quit. I doubt he’s going to survive this match, let alone win it.

Edwin: No don’t stop the fight, let that sicko get his ass handed to him.

King: Edwin you Panda loving freak, it certainly isn’t your place to call somebody a sicko.

Williams stands over Rickman’s corpse, and starts slapping his face and screaming “What’s funny now punk?”. Rickman starts chuckling at Williams, who responds by stepping on his face. Williams signals its over, and pulls Rickman into a standing head scissors. Williams locks his hands around Rickman’s waist, bends his knees, and hoists him up for the Deathbomb! Rickman rolls through and lands behind Williams. Williams spends around, and eats a kick to the gut. Rickman locks on a front facelock, and falls back for the Evenflow DDT! But Williams doesn’t fall with him and remains standing in place. Rickman didn’t have the strength to keep his grip on Williams head, and just flopped to the mat. Unable to stand, Rickman remains on the mat. With a huge smile on his face, Rickman holds his thumb and finger together at Williams to signal “You came that close”.

King: That’s right Williams you came that close to losing your precious title.

Axis: Rickman managed to reverse the Deathbomb to the Evenflow DDT, but he just didn’t have enough strength to hit it.

Edwin: This has been the story of the whole night. Rickman came that close to finally winning the big one, but just didn’t have enough.

Williams just nods, and kicks him right in the face! Rickman flops back to the mat, completely lifeless. Williams rolls Rickman over, and pulls him up with a back waistlock. Rickman’s legs are completely dead, and Williams is the only thing holding him up. Williams falls backwards, and drives Rickman’s head directly into the mat with a stiff Release German Suplex! Rickman rolls over on his knees, bent over with his face buried in the mat. Williams signals “its all over” and traps Rickman in a standing head scissors. Rickman’s legs are still spaghetti, and Williams can’t pull him to his feet. Williams takes several deep breaths, and gets focused like a weight lifter. Williams lets out a might roar, and lifts Rickman off the mat from his knees. Williams raises Rickman on to his shoulder, drops to his knees, and slams Rickman’s back to the mat with a ring shaking Deathbomb! Rickman folds in half, with his legs bent over his head. Williams holds on for the pin.

One....

Two....

Three!

Yes! An exhausted Williams staggers to his feet, and Kivell raises his arm in victory. The crowd blows the roof off the building with a loud standing ovation.

Edwin: I feel cheated, Williams didn’t drop Rickman on his head with the Deathbomb!

Axis: Maybe Williams decided that Rickman has had enough head dropping for one night.

King: Ah dammit! Rickman lost another one.

Edwin: Rickman’s may have lost, but I think proved his point.

King: What point, that he can take a beating.

Edwin: No! He proved is Main Event material, and that he is in the same league with Deathwish.

Axis: I agree with that Rickman may fought the most brilliant match of his career tonight. He executed his game plan perfectly. He managed to take all of Williams’ favoriate weapons, out of the equation. Williams had to work for everything tonight. It took multiply fake outs, and counter for him to even land a single elbow. However there was one move Rickman didn’t count on, and that was Williams’ rarely used DDT. Once Williams hit that, this match was in the books.

King: Bah the hell with all that nonsense. Williams better enjoy his title reign while he can, because he’s got Frost next week. A man he has never defeated before.

Edwin: Well fans were all out of time, on behalf of my colleagues I wish you good night.

June 19, 2002

RESULTS~!

Singles Match

"The Rising Sun" Y2K vs. Impact

-Waiting for matches.

Singles Match

Kojack vs. Thor

-Thor is big, bad, and victorious. Watch your word limit though, Thor. Thugg almost autojobbed you.

Singles Match - SJL Television Championship

-Franchise retains!

Singles Match

Ced Ordonez vs. Poisyn

-Wow. Ced stiff Ben Hardy, walks out of his match, and Thoth loses at DDR. It is a dark day.

Hardcore Match

Tod deKindes vs. Mike Van Siclen

-The ubermensche reign supreme! Erm...yeah. Tod wins. Woo.

Triple Threat No-DQ Match - SJL European Championship

-Frosty the Deathman retains, but apparently TNT's match was hella hella hella close. Good work, guys.

MAIN EVENT

Non Title Match

"Deathwish" Danny Williams vs. "Insane Luchadore" Andrew Rickmen

-Deathwish wins by dropping IL on his head! Lots!

SJL Wrath - Tuesday, June 18th

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