Crimson Losing Matches

[Guest DiabloIIFreak1010]

Well, shit. I write my ass off to beat Silent, and well...I don't. Ho-Hum. Well, here's my match, the best match I've ever written:

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Smarks Junior Leauge Crimson comes back to life as "The Sound Of Silence" hits the speakers as the arena’s lights abruptly cut off, and the spotlights at the top of the entrance ramp turn a deep, deep red. Fog machines at either end of the entrance ramp emit clouds of white smoke which Silent slowly emerges from, cane carried in both hands, trenchcoat flowing behind him, as Crimson comes alive once again! The crowd erupts in mixed cheers and boos as we see the return of the infamous Silent.

 

(Edwin) – Welcome back to Smarks Junior League Crimson, and the next match is sure to be a slobberknocker! It’s going to be the recently Silent going against the co-leader of the Smarks World Order’s Poisyn!

 

(Suicide King) – Well, Silent will certainly have his hands full here, Poisyn isn’t an easy opponent to get past, and I wonder if Silent will carry any ring rust from being away for so long.

 

Silent slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, as he hands his long cane over to the referee. With a rotation of his shoulders, the coat slides off his back as he throws it next to the announce table with excellent aim, as he begins to tie his hair back. Funyon announces him as he looks out at the crowd.

 

(Funyon) – The FOLLOWING CONEST IS SCHUDGLED FOR ONE FALL! In the ring, from PHOENIX, ARIZONA…weighing in at 241 Pounds, SSSSSIIIIIIILLLLLLLEEEEEEEEENNNNTTTT!!!

 

(Aixs) – If you’ve just tuned in, no, folks, there’s no problem with your TV, Silent is back in the Smarks Junior League, and his first match is no doubt a challenge. He goes against one of the best athletes in the JL today, Poisyn!

 

(Suicide King) – Poisyn is a dark and mysterious man, similar to Silent. Poisyn has also adapted the ways of a clan member, such as black mist and martial arts, so we’ll see how Poisyn does in this match against a focused Silent!

 

As The Silent One leans against the ropes, Hoobastank’s “Crawling In The Dark” blasts over the PA system, as the crowd rises to it’s feet in mostly boos. A mysterious dark smoke flows out of the entranceway as Poisyn steps out behind the smoke, being followed by Brianna Flynn. As purple pyro erupts behind him, Funyon announces Silent’s opponent…

 

(Funyon) – Being accompanied by BRIANNA FLYNN! From NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT…weighing in at 229 Pounds, represing the SMARKS WOOOOOOORLD ORDER, PPPOOOOOIIIIIISSSSSSYYYYNNNN!!!

 

(Edwin) – Poisyn certainly looks determined entering this match-up, this is a huge opportunity. Silent was at the World Title level before he look a leave, and if Poisyn wins here, this could prove how powerful the Smarks World Order really is!

 

(Suicide King) – But you’ve got to think, Edwin, by the reaction Poisyn is getting, the fans are more behind Silent than Poisyn, and I also think logic is, too! Silent has been out for a long time! Ring rust might be pledging The Silent One! And don’t forget Poisyn is one tough cookie!

 

As “Crawling In The Dark” comes to a close, Poisyn and Silent come together and meet eye-to-eye, staring eachother down. Silent begins to mouth some words to Poisyn, as Poisyn just stares into the eyes of the JL Clan member. When Silent finishes, Poisyn slightly smiles, as the referee calls for the bell.

 

::Ding! Ding! Diiing!::

 

(Axiss) – This match is underway! Silent goes against Poisyn in a match sure to be a helluva ride!

 

As the bell rings, Poisyn and Silent back away from each other, but come together quickly in a lock-up. Silent shows that he is the stronger one, as he backs Poisyn into a corner. The referee rushes over, trying to break up the two, and Silent breaks the lock-up and quickly chops the chest of Poisyn.

 

Wooooooo! The crowd echoes in the impact of the chop!

 

Wooooooo! Another hard chop, Poisyn is beginning to fall…

 

Wooooooo! A final chop from Silent, as The Silent One, as Silent backs away from Poisyn and waits for him to walk out of the corner, as Silent hits a superkick, and Poisyn goes straight down! Silent makes the cover, as the referee counts…

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Thr—No, no, Poisyn kicks out after two!

 

(Axis) – Annnnnnnnnnnnd…Poisyn kicks out after two! Silent, the veteran of the squared circle, is taking it to Poisyn.

 

(Edwin) – Heh. And we’re usually referring to Poisyn as the veteran.

 

Silent picks Poisyn up slowly by his long hair, Poisyn’s feet wobbling. Silent delivers a swift right hand to the chin of Poisyn, which is followed up by a kick to the gut, which doubles Poisyn over. Silent grabs the arm of Poisyn and tries to hit a short-arm clothesline, but Poisyn ducks and bounces against the ropes. Poisyn comes back at the suprised silent one with a dropkick to the knee, as Silent goes down, grabbing his knee, and Poisyn grabs the head of Silent in a front-facelock and smashes his head down on to the mat in a Buzzkiller DDT! Poisyn makes the cover, as the referee counts…

 

One!

 

 

 

 

Two!

 

 

 

 

Th—No, Poisyn kicks out!

 

(Axis) – We’re seeing that aggressive technical side of Poisyn, as it seems that he’s trying to out-wrestle the veteran Silent.

 

(Suicide King) – Phhft. Poisyn could out-wrestle Silent any day.

 

Poisyn picks Silent up once more, as he whips Silent off the ropes. Poisyn ducks as Silent comes back and jumps over him. Poisyn turns around to try to deliver a swift judo kick to the gut of Silent, but the clansman ducks under the kick. Poisyn stares at Silent, amazed at his quickness, as he tries to deliver another roundhouse kick, but this time, it’s caught by Silent with amazing speed, as Silent pulls Poisyn in, putting him on his back, as he points to the crowd in a signal of a Death Valley Driver!

 

(Edwin) – Silent is going to hit the Death Valley Driver…

 

As Silent tries to shove Poisyn off of his back, but amazingly, Poisyn changes direction in mid-air, as he reaches back, grabbing the neck of Silent and coming down hard, hitting a Diamond Cutter known to many as ‘The Memory’! The crowd erupts at the reversal, as Poisyn makes the cover…

 

One!

 

 

 

 

Two!

 

 

 

Thr—Oh, no! Silent kicks out just in the knick of time! His shoulder shoots off the mat as if it was on fire!

 

(Edwin) – Ahh! Silent kicks out just in time! This has turned into a war of counters and re-counters, folks! Surely a match for the ages!

 

Poisyn rises to his knees, looking at the referee in pure shock, holding up three fingers. The referee simply shakes his head no. Poisyn groans, as he looks down at the struggling Silent and up at the referee, as he runs up and bounces against the ropes, and comes down in a backflip right on top of Silent, nearly crushing his ribs in a lionsault!

 

(Axis) – WITHERED! Poisyn hits the withered!

 

Poisyn covers once again, as the referee counts…

 

One!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…No! Silent kicks out once more, but holding his ribs in the process. Poisyn picks Silent up from the mat, as he delivers a quick kick to the ribs of Silent, as Silent moans in agony. Poisyn delivers another kick, as Silent moans louder. Poisyn tries to finish Silent off with another kick to the head, but Silent ducks under the kick and rushes forward, bouncing off the ropes. As Silent comes back at Poisyn, Poisyn quickly picks the Silent one off the ground with a horrible, shattering, spinebuster!

 

(Edwin) – AAAUGGHH!!! King, did you listen to the impact of that move?! That was HORRIBLE!

 

(Suicide King) – Ah, Poisyn’s plan to out-wrestle Silent is workin’ like a charm!

 

Brianna Flynn hops up and down on the outside of the ring, yelling at Poisyn to continue his assault, but Poisyn simply points to the top rope, as the crowd lets out horrendous boos unpon Poisyn. Poisyn looks out at the crowd with a huge smirk on his face, as he is facing the crowd not looking back down at his opponent…

 

(Axis) – Look! Silent’s back up!

 

…Which may lead to his downfall, as Silent rises to his feet and grabs the top rope, jiggling it around a bit, which sends Poisyn tumbling down on top of the turnbuckle in a not-so-nice position!

 

(Suicide King) – How horrible! Poisyn is looking at the thing he hates most in the word, the fans, and he’s also on that horrible position on the top rope!

 

Silent looks up at the helpless Poisyn on the top rope, as he climbs up to the second rope, pointing out at the crowd. The crowd erupts at the sight of Silent putting on a full nelson…

 

(Edwin) – Oh no…this is crazy…

 

…As Silent jumps off the top rope, pushing backwards, Poisyn with a full nelson still locked on his neck, as Silent slams Poisyn down on the mat as the crowd explodes at the sight of the insanity!

 

(Axis) – OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! SILENT JUST HIT A FULL-NELSON SLAM FROM THE SECOND ROPE WHEN POISYN WAS STUCK ON THE TOP ROPE! THIS IS INSANE!

 

Silent moans, grabbing his ribs in pain as Poisyn rolls around on the mat. Silent crawls over to Poisyn, covering him as the referee begins to count...

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR—NO! POISYN KICKS OUT! POISYN KICKS OUT!

 

(Edwin) – I don’t believe it! POISYN KICKS OUT! Poisyn kicked out of that maneuver of insanity from Silent!

 

(Suicide King) – Don’t be so sure that move in the turning point of the match, MacPhisto! I think Silent hurt his ribs in the beginning of the match, and it looks like that move of total craziness only made that injury worse…

 

Silent drags the aching Poisyn to his feet, as Poisyn stumbles forward, trying to hit Silent, but a quick kick to the gut stops Poisyn’s assault. Silent grabs the arm of Poisyn as he whips the Poisynous one against the ropes, as Poisyn comes back at Silent to do a carthwheel under the legs of Silent! Silent turns around in amazement to get a swift judo kick delivered to the jaw! Silent begins to stumble backwards, but Poisyn reaches back, trying to hit yet another Diamond Cutter…

 

(Edwin) – Poisyn is going to try to hit ‘The Memory’ once more…

 

…But Silent brings his knee up and smashes it into the back of Poisyn, as he is freed from the move, and quickly locks on a Dragon Sleeper Hold, but instead of installing the submission, he hits a picture-perfect Reverse Dragon DDT! Silent covers Poisyn as the referee begins to count…

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR—NO! Poisyn kicks out yet again!

 

(Axis) – Woah! Listen to the impact of the Reverse Dragon DDT, it echoed through this arena!

 

Silent looks down at Poisyn with a look of pure disgust on his face, as he picks up the Poisynous one once more, delivering a swift uppercut to the jaw of Poisyn, which sends the man once known as Matt Myers flying back into a turnbuckle. Silent rushes at Poisyn in a spear into the turnbuckle, but Poisyn counters it by putting a foot up, stopping Silent in his tracks. As The Silent One stumbles backwards, Poisyn hops up to the second ropes and takes a dive off in a flying crossbody, but amazingly, Silent catches Poisyn and shoves him on his back, in a Death Valley Driver position…

 

(Axis) – Silent is finally going to hit the Death Valley Driver!

 

…But Poisyn uses his quickness to crawl off of Silent’s back and fall behind him. Poisyn grabs Silent and locks on a waist-lock, as he shoves Silent over his head in a powerful snap German Suplex! The referee rushes over to make the count, but Poisyn rolls over and picks Silent up once more, and throws him over again, hitting a second German Suplex! Poisyn rolls away from Silent, trying to catch his breath.

 

(Suicide King) – Amazing technical ability from Poisyn here, certainly not holding anything back against The Silent One!

Silent and Poisyn rise to their feet, at the same time, as Silent rushes at Poisyn with a short-arm clothesline, but Poisyn ducks under it and delivers a swift judo kick to the ribs of Silent, as Silent screams in pain. Poisyn keeps up the high velocity kick to the side of the stomach of Silent, until he delivers the what-seems-to-be-finishing blow right into Silent’s stomach, which sends him flying backwards toward the ropes, as he gets his arms tangled up in them!

 

(Edwin) – Ahh! Silent’s arms are tangled up in the ropes!

 

Poisyn smiles at his luck, as he points one single finger at Silent, and then out at the crowd, as he rushes at Silent in a flying spinning wheel kick! But, Silent breaks away from the ropes just in the knick of time, as Poisyn gets caught up on the top rope in a very unforgettable position!

 

(Suicide King) – AAUGH! Trust me folks, as a wrestler, I have been caught in that position more than once, and trust me…it HUUURRRRTTTS!

 

Silent glances at the helpless Poisyn, who is moaning in pain. Silent rushes across the ring and at Poisyn, as Silent jumps on the top turnbuckle, and jumps straight at Poisyn, as Silent delivers a kick right to the back of the head of Poisyn! Silent and Poisyn tumble to the cold mat on the outside, as it seems that Poisyn is knocked out cold.

 

(Edwin) – DEAR PANDAS IN HEAVEN! SILENT JUST KNOCKED POISYN OUT COLD WITH A “ON ANGEL’S WINGS” FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!

 

(Suicide King) – MY LORD! I’VE NEVER SEEN A MOVE LIKE THAT!

 

Small chants of ‘Holy Shit, Holy Shit’ can be heard echoing through the arena, as it grows louder and combines into one loud ‘HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!’ chant in honor of the suicidal move. Silent and Poisyn roll around on the cold, hard, mats on the outside of the ring, as Poisyn is the first to his feet, and Silent only on one knee. Poisyn tries to finish the Silent one off with a dropkick, but Silent gracefully catches the legs of Poisyn, as Poisyn falls to the mat in pain. Silent then falls backwards, as he slingshots Poisyn into the ring post! Poisyn fumbles backwards, as Silent hits a superkick into the jaw of Poisyn.

 

(Axis) – Brutal brawling on the outside of the ring from these two wrestlers…

 

 

Silent picks Poisyn up and shoves him under the bottom rope into the ring, as the referee stops his ten-count. Silent then grabs the arm of Poisyn, puts it over his neck and locks the leg of Poisyn, as he hurls him over his head in a fisherman’s suplex, much to the crowd’s delight! The referee begins to count for the Silent One, as the crowd counts along as well…

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THREE! YES! No, WAIT! Poisyn kicks out just in time!

 

(Edwin) – THREE…No, wait! Poisyn kick out at about two and ninety-nine one-hundredths!

 

(Suicide King) – You can’t tell if it was THAT close! Poisyn could have kicked out any time; he’s just trying to woo the crowd.

 

Silent, angry that he can’t keep Poisyn down, pick up the Poisynous one by his hair, and whips Poisyn against the ropes, trying to gain some momentum. Poisyn comes back at Silent to get a tirl-to-whirl backbreaker, as he falls to the mat. Silent stumbles toward the turnbuckle and points to the top rope…

 

 

(Axis) – It looks like Silent is going to fly here!

 

Silent begins to climb the ropes, as he reaches the second rope, Brianna Flynn hops up on the ring apron. The referee rushes over to her, trying to get her off the apron, but it’s merly a distraction as Poisyn delivers a low blow to Silent!

 

(Edwin) – AUGH! Look at that! What a cheap shot from Matt Myers! I can’t believe the audacity of that wrestler…

 

(Suicide King) – Matt Myers? Edwin, he’s POISYN! He’s been Poisyn from day one, and he’s Poisyn now! Why can’t you…

 

(Edwin) – Oh, GOD DAMNIT, KING! HE’S MATT MYERS, HE CALLED HIMSELF MATT MYERS IN HIS FIRST MATCH AND BY GOD, I THINK HE’S MATT MYERS!

 

(Suicide King) – Then…your blind…

 

As Silent grabs his family jewels, his feet perched on the second rope; Poisyn rushes in-between Silent’s legs and holds The Silent One on his shoulders, for all to see…

 

(Axis) – What is Poisyn going to hit here? An electric chair drop, maybe?

 

…But Silent uses his quickness to jump off the shoulder of Poisyn, and Poisyn turns around to see Silent, as he gets scooped up into the mighty arms of Silent and SSSLLAMMMED down hard on the mat in a Minchinoku Driver! The crowd goes ape shit at the sight of the amazing move, as they rise from their feet and cheer like there’s no tomorrow! Silent uses his last bit of energy to crawl over on top of the near-lifeless body of Poisyn, hooking the leg and making the cover!

 

(Axis) – SILENT HIT THE ‘LAST BREATH’! A ‘LAST BREATH’ OUT OF NOWHERE! POISYN HAD SILENT PERCHED UP ON HIS SHOULDER, BUT SILENT JUMPED OFF OF THEM AND HIT THE ‘LAST BREATH’! THIS IS IT! IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!

 

(Suicide King) – Ah! Not so fast, Axis! Not so fast!

 

 

…But, the referee is still distracted by Brianna Flynn! Brianna jumps up and down on the ring apron, trying to keep the referee’s attention. Silent rises to his feet in complete anger, his eyes bulging at the sight of the girl and his veins pounding. He walks over to her, grabbing her by her black Italian hair, as a snarl etches across his face.

 

(Edwin) – Oh, no, Silent, don’t do it. It’s not worth it…

 

Silent is about to knock Brianna Flynn off the ring apron, when Poisyn, who is barley on his feet, sees that his girlfriend is in danger and rushes over to Silent, as he collides with the referee and Brianna. They are both knocked off the apron and on to the outside of the ring!

 

(Suicide King) – The referee just got knocked out of the ring with Brianna Flynn! And LOOK! Look whose coming to save the day!

 

Out from the back comes “The Rising Sun” Y2K, steel chair in hand, as he walks down the entrance ramp, trying to help fellow sWo member, Poisyn. Meanwhile in the ring, Poisyn, who has stumbled backwards from Silent, rushes forward, trying to hit a blue mist called ‘Your Poisyn’, but Silent ducks under the mist, as he rolls through Poisyn’s legs and as Poisyn turns around, Silent grabs Poisyn’s head and hits a single-arm DDT! Poisyn flies upward from the impact, as he tries to re-gain his bearings and begins to climb the ring ropes.

 

(Axis) – A single-arm DDT to Poisyn! But wait…Y2K is in the ring!

 

As Silent watches Poisyn climb up the ring ropes and to his feet, Y2K sneaks in the ring behind Silent, as he holds up his steel chair, waiting for Silent to make the first move…

 

(Edwin) – No, Y2K, don’t! That damned Smarks World Order!

 

…As Poisyn gets up to his vertical base, Y2K rushes forward, steel chair in hand…

 

…Swings it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*CRACK*

 

 

(Edwin) – BY GOD! Y2K MISSED! Y2K MISSED!

 

Just as Edwin said, Y2K swung too soon, as Silent was expecting the chair shot and ducked just in the knick of time! Poisyn goes straight down, as blood trickles down his forehead. Y2K looks at the sWo leader stunned, as he turns around to get kicked in the gut by Silent, as the chair falls to the mat. Silent then grabs Y2K by the hair, and throws him over the top rope, out of the ring. Silent pushes the chair out of the ring as the referee begins to get up to his knees. Silent leans over to the fallen Poisyn and…

 

 

::PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFTTT!::

 

(Edwin) – WHAT THE HELL?!

 

(Suicide King) – POISYN HAD ONE MORE ‘YOUR POISYN’ IN HIM!

 

Indeed he did, as Silent bent down to pick up Poisyn, a black mist was sprayed right into his eyes. Silent stumbles backwards as Poisyn rises to his feet, his knees shaking in exhaustion. Poisyn, in a desperation attempt, scoops the blinded Silent on to his back, as he switches Silent over in mid air into a Tombstone Piledriver position…

 

(Axis) – No! No! It can’t end this way!

 

…And SMASHES Silent’s head on to the mat! Silent goes down hard, as Poisyn stumbles away from The Silent One…

 

(Edwin) – What’s Poisyn doing here…?

 

(Suicide King) – Hey, Axis, your right. It can’t end this way, Poisyn’s going to do one last move…

 

As Silent twitches in the ring, Poisyn begins to climb the turnbuckle, inch by inch. As he finally gets to the top, he looks out at the crowd, as they begin to boo mercilessly. He looks down at Silent, as he points out to the crowd, an makes a leap off in a 5-Star Frogsplash, and does a roll in mid air, hitting a ‘Venom Drop’! The crowd goes nuts as they see Poisyn hit his three finishing moves in a row! Poisyn quickly rolls over Silent, as the referee slides into the ring and sees what referees are trained to see. The official throws his hand into the air…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!

 

As the referee’s hand comes down for a third and final time, the crowd lets out unforgiving boos. “Crawling In The Dark” by Hoobastank blasts over the speakers, as Poisyn rolls out of the ring, as Brianna Flynn and Y2K rush over to him.

 

(Funyon) – HERE IS YOUR WIIINNEEERR…PPPPOOOOOOIIIIIIISSSSSSYYYYNNN!!!

 

(Axis) – I DON’T BELIEVE IT! WHAT AN UPSET! POISYN BEAT SILENT! POISYN BEAT SILENT! WHAT A MATCH! SILENT MAKES HIS LONG-AWAITED RETURN, AND SUFFERS A HORRIBLE LOSS TO POISYN OF THE SMARKS WORLD ORDER!

 

(Suicide King) – YOU CAN UPSET MY ASS, POISYN HAD WON THIS MATCH FROM THE BBEGINNING! Ah, what a night it’s been so far.

 

(Edwin) – Well, I don’t agree much with Poisyn’s logic. I mean…it took two men, a steel chair, and a bitch to keep Silent, one of the original Clan members, down for the one-two-three. And I’ve gone against Clan members, and trust me, they are no easy opponent. Don’t go away, folks, we’ve got several more matches for you on Smarks Junior League Crimson! We’ve got Mike Van Siclen going one on one against the returning Venom! XF9 member vs. XF9 member! Sydney Sky goes against Z! And the main event is a match for the ages! A triple threat match where "Deathwish" Danny Williams, the proud World Champion goes against “Insane Luchador” Andrew Rickman who goes against the lonely German, Tod deKindes in a triple-threat main event, the winner in line for a World Title shot! Don’t move a muscle, we’ll be right back!

 

Before Crimson fades away into a commercial, you see Y2K with his arm helping keep Poisyn up as him and Brianna Flynn walk to the back, and then a starwipe into the commercial for Spider Neukera’s Karate Dojo…

[Guest Tod deKindes]

Not surprised that it didn't win, I was half asleep most of the time, and thus it wasn't my best effort. Firefighting...geez...(those who were in the chat will understand)

 

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*** We're back on the air, as we see SJL World Champion 'Deathwish' Danny Williams roaming the halls of the Teco Arena, as he is headed to the ring for the upcoming main event. ***

 

Axis: There's your World champion, folks. Ready to go up against some tough competition: Insane Luchadore and and old rival of Danny's; Tod deKindes. It was just a month and a half ago that these two had a grueling series of matches in which they traded the European title, and which put Tod on the shelf for a couple of weeks with a shoulder injury.

 

Edwin: Stakes are different this time tonight, though. The World title is NOT on the line, and if either Tod deKindes or Insane Luchadore can win tonight, it secures them an AUTOMATIC title shot at Danny Williams.

 

*** Williams rounds a corner, headed for the Gorilla position, only the first thing he sees is Tod deKindes, sitting on an anvil case, staring pensively. Though the champion's arrival quickly prompts him to divert his attention. Tod gets off from his perch, standing right on front of Danny. Naturally, Danny can't help but feeling a little nervous. ***

 

DW: Whoa. Tod … Hey. I don't want any trouble. I know we haven't been on the best of terms before, and I admit I wasn't really thinking straight back then. I know you're here to wrestle and be the best, just like me. And I'd hate anyone who would take that away from me … So, I'm sorry.

 

*** Tod doesn't even look at him, as he's putting on his trench coat instead. He picks up his silver shades and starts wiping them clean with a hankerchief. ***

 

DW: About tonight, though … Even though this belt (which is now resting on his shoulder) isn't on the line tonight, I know that you and I - even if I.L. is involved -, we can tear the roof off of this joint. There's a title shot in it for you if you win. So, what I'm really trying to say, I guess, is good luck.

 

*** Tod slides his shades on and takes a swig of his nearby water bottle. Meanwhile, Williams stays there, expecting a reply from the German one … ***

 

Tod: …Let's give 'em hell.

 

*** He walks off, emptying the remains of his water bottle on his head. Williams watches him go and stares at the floor in thought. He then walks off in his own direction, getting ready for the main event. ***

 

Axis: The main event is NEXT!!

 

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*** Commercials. ***

 

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*** We see Cutthroat sitting in his locker room, looking … like he always does. ***

 

Generic Announcer: Hey YOU there with the silly shirt!

 

*** Cutthroat points at himself and mouths "Me?" ***

 

GA: Yes, you! Are you the kind of person who gets bored easily?

 

*** Cutthroat nods. ***

 

GA: Are you the easy going kind of guy who likes to kick his feet up and not have a worry in the world?

 

*** Cutthroat happily nods like a little puppy, then … ***

 

*BOOM!!*

 

*** An explosion, many superposed clips of the various SJL stars in action, with Korn's "All In The Family" accompanying in the background. ***

 

Axis: (with a Paul Heyman-esque snarl) Well, MOVE OVER GRANDPA!! The Smarks Junior Leagues is THE official place to be for ALL the wrestling needs your appetite could ever hope foorrrrr!!! Catch the SJL stars in action LIVE in an arena near you or check your local listings for the NEXT showcase such as SJL - Wrath!! SJL - Metal!! And SJL Crimsoooon!!!! (quick shots of wrestlers as he names them) Witness such stars as the massive and deadly FROST!! The lovely and talented SYDNEY SKY!! The young german warrior TOD deKINDES!! The explosive one T - N - TEEEEE!!! Factions collide as the always entertaining X FORCE NINE go head to head with the feared S - W - OOOO!!! Watch current World champion 'Deathwish' Danny Williams defend his title and DOMINATE THE COMPETITION, all HERE and LIIIIIIIIIVE on S - J - L - T - V!!!

 

*** Cut back to Cutthroat in his locker room, he looks as if a fireball just raped him. ***

 

CT: … Cool.

 

*** Before fading away, we see a graphic displaying all of the upcoming tour dates … ***

 

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*** As the SJL Crimson theme song echoes in the background, we are treated to an exterior shot of the Teco Arena in beautiful Fort Myers, Florida. We then switch to inside as the rabid crowd are eager to show off their homemade signs. "X - FORCE - FINE" … "YOU NOTICED HOW CUTTHROAT NEVER WINS?" … "I PRITHEE THY THOR WILL KICKETH YON ASS" … "SKY WORLD ORDER" … and "Silver shades = 25,99$ Leather trench coat = 299$ Membership in the Todhead Club = Priceless". ***

 

Axis: We are BACK and it is time for our MAIN EVENT of the evening!!

 

Edwin: Bring it on!!

 

Axis: It'll be the SJL World champion, Danny Williams; going up against Insane Luchadore and Tod deKindes in an elimination Triple Threat Match. Special stipulations going in for this one. As we know, Frost is set to take on Danny Williams on Metal with the World title on the line, HOWEVER, should either Tod deKindes OR Insane Luchadore win this match tonight, they'll be added to the title match on Metal, thus making it ANOTHER Triple Threat match for the World title!

 

King: What if Danny wins tonight?

 

Axis: Well then, Danny Williams and Frost will go at it in a purely one on one affair.

 

King: What happens to the other two, then?

 

Axis: They wait for their own shot, I guess. But for now, let's take you to our very special guest ring announcer … That's right, Michael Buffer!!

 

*** We now cut to the ring, as three single chimes of the bell signal the start of the main event. The announcing legend himself stands in the middle of the ring. ***

 

Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls, children of all ages … It is now time, for SJL Crimson's Main Event Of The Evening!! … (pauses for cheers) … Tonight, three warriors go to battle. Two of them vowing for a chance at this company's most prestigious prize, the other … looking to establish and maintain dominance among the ranks of the Junior Leagues …

 

King: Didn't we JUST establish that?!

 

Buffer: Wrestling fans, this is the moment we have all been waiting for … (pause) …Are you readyyy!!! … (cheers) … Fort Myers, Florida, ARE - YOU - RRRRRRREADY!!!! … (pauses for more cheers) Then … for the thousands in attendance, and for the millions watching at home on television … Ladies and gentlemen … LLLLLLLLLlllllet's get ready to RUM - BUHHHH - LLLLLLLLL !!!!!!!!!!!! …

 

*** Psyching up a crowd as only he can, Michael Buffer warms up the pipes, as Mudvayne's "Dig" violently erupts from the P.A. system, and as the lights go out but quickly flicker back on. At the top of the stage, we see Insane Luchadore in his classic "bending cross" pose, with his back to the fans. With his usual accompaniment of blinding pyrotechnics, IL strides down the ramp and then rolls into the ring. ***

 

Buffer: First … Hailing from the small town of Easton, Pennsylvania … Living a life of pain and angst, he hopes one day to achieve greatness … Weighing in at 194 and one quarter pound … he is the master of the Brink Of Insanity … He has shunned the name Andrew Rickmen in favor of … Insane - LUUUUUUUCHADOOOOORRRRRRE!!

 

*** Taking the time to yell out a few obscenities at a couple of antagonizing ringside fans, IL is not putting himself in this crowd's good side. He does one more pose in a corner as his music fades out … allowing the heavy sounds of Slipknot's "I Am Hated" to violently erupt (well, maybe not as violently as the previous one) as the arena lighting transforms itself into a rave like atmosphere, obeying to the song's violent rhythm. ***

 

Buffer: Participant number two … He is the das wunderkind of a new generation. Leaving his adopted homeland of Muenchen, Germany and having now chosen residence in Toronto, Ontario, Canada … Weighing in at 226 and one half pounds, he is the young fighter on a mission for inner peace. The master of the Spirit Breaker Of Doom … Tod - deeeeeeeeeee - Kinnnnn - deeeeeeeeeessssssssss!!!

 

*** The German grappler paces out from behind the curtains to his usual warm reaction from the crowd. He stops halfway down the ramp to throw a quick approving look to the entire audience, and then makes a quick dash into the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He throws a quick look towards the already present IL, and then climbs up to the second turnbuckle, letting out a mighty rallying roars to his troops of fans. ***

 

Edwin: The Todheads are in full force tonight!! Their hero has yet another chance at the World title!

 

King: Let's not get ahead of ourselves there, Pointdexter! Look who's in the ring. Insane Luchadore! Watch who's about to come out. The WORLD CHAMPION, Danny Williams! I wouldn't count the little nazi as the winner JUST YET!!

 

…

 

*** Dillinger Escape Plan's "Calculating Infinity" busts out from the speakers, signaling the arrival of the SJL World champion, to a nice respectful reaction from the crowd. ***

 

Buffer: And finally … Hailing from Louisville in the Blue Grass state of Kentucky. A man bent on proving that he is worthy of holding the very title currently in his possession. a fighting champion and a man's man … At 238 lbs, he is … the SJL - Heavyweight - Champion of the WOOOOOOOOORRRRRLLLDDD!! "Deathwish"!! Danny!! Wwwwwwilliaaaaaammmss!!!

 

*** Williams walks out, belt strapped to his waist, to a more than reasonable reaction. He power walks down the ramp and up the steps, and then into the ring, where he raises his belt high up in the air for all to see. He hands it off to referee Mark Hebner and stretches in the ropes, all while throwing cautious looks at his opponents. While IL is waiting in the wings, Tod and Danny are face to face in the center of the ring. ***

 

Edwin: It was just a few months ago that these two were involved in a bitter rivalry over the European title. They've traded the belt on one occasion, and it'll be very interesting to see what develops here tonight. Even though Danny Williams has gained the fans' respect in recent weeks, you can't help but wonder how much bad blood there still is between these two.

 

*** Hebner calls for the opening bell, as Williams and Tod are still locking eyes. IL sees the occasion and pounces with a double clothesline. He's quickly caught, however, as the other two grab him by the hair and trunks and then throw him to the outside mats. Once that distraction is taken care of, Williams and Tod quickly get into it, connecting in center ring with a lock up. Tod quickly grabs a headlock to try and gain the early advantage, but Williams shoves him into the ropes. Drop down / hop over / leap frog sequence between the two. Williams catches Tod with an arm drag, and then turns the move into a quick arm bar. Tod quickly counters with an arm wringer into a top wrist lock, and then back into a head lock. Williams tries to muscle out of it with his OWN top wrist lock, but both men quickly spot IL re-entering the ring and charging at both men. They release everything and stop him dead in his tracks with a double kick to the gut, and another double biel to the outside. Once IL is neutralized once again, Williams and Tod look at each other … and back into a lock up we go. ***

 

King: What the hell is this?!

 

Edwin: This is what the fans want to see: wrestling!!

 

*** Tod grabs another headlock and quickly spins around, turning the hold into a rear hammer lock. Williams quickly studies his options; a back elbow won't work, nor will an attempt at grabbing his legs from behind him; so he simply reverses the move into his OWN hammer lock and then turns it right back into a headlock. IL quickly attempts re-entry of the ring, but Tod shoves Williams right at him, who connects with a clothesline on IL! ***

 

King: Come on, what the hell is this?!

 

Axis: Poor ol' Luchadore can't seem to catch a break in the early going!

 

*** Despite IL's failed effort, Tod quickly arrives behind Williams and traps him in a roll up. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*** Easy kick out by the champ. Tod quickly keeps the advantage, grabbing Williams in another headlock and into a takedown. Williams tries to counter it by scissoring Tod's head with his legs and succedes. As Williams maintains the seated head scissor, Tod quickly pops out of the hold and throws himself back into a controlling headlock on the World champion. IL pops back into the ring and aims an elbow drop onto the pair, only they both quickly move, as IL hits nothing but mat. Tod and Williams take turns on the offense. Elbow drop by Williams, fist drop by Tod, leg drop by Williams, standing moonsault by Tod. Williams runs the ropes and connects with a cartwheel into a big splash. He quickly rolls off, allowing Tod to run the ropes himself and land a huge knee drop right on IL's head. Cover by Tod. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*** Kick out by the Insane one. Williams and Tod go to work on him with right hands to the side of the head. Double Irish whip. IL ducks a double clothesline and then a double back elbow. On the third bounce, Williams catches IL with a drop toe hold, as Tod bounces off another set of ropes, connecting with a snap leg drop to the back of the head of IL. Williams floats over into a camel clutch, as Tod throws himself in the ropes once again, this time connecting with a SMACK of a seated dropkick to the face. ***

 

Edwin: He sure SMACKED him there!

 

King: Even Buffer at ringside felt that one in his toupee!!

 

*** Williams grabs hold of IL and turns him over into an Oklahoma Roll, into a pinning combination. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*** Kick out by IL. He quickly begs off his two attackers, but comes back with a rake in the eyes of Williams and a knee to the gut of Tod. Alternating right hands to both men. Irish whip to the ropes to Tod by IL. He drives the german one down hard with a scintillating hurrancanrana, followed by rapid fire right hands to the head and with a few stomps added for good measure. He quickly goes over towards Williams, hammers him with a few rights of his own and sends him running to the ropes as well. He catches him with a boot to the gut, followed by a snap suplex. Cover. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*** Kick out by Williams. IL quickly goes over to grab Tod and snap him down with a snap suplex as well. He drops a few quick elbows and a leg drop, followed by a cover. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*** Kick out, as the save is made by Williams. ***

 

Axis: That wasn't necessary there, but still, Danny Williams finds it within him to make the save on a pinfall attempt by Insane Luchadore.

 

Edwin: These guys are going on nothing but instinct. They see a wrestler other than themselves trying to pin their man, so they gotta come in and prevent it from happening …

 

King: But it's ELIMINATION rules!!

 

*** Tod and IL back to their feet. Irish whip exchange. IL ducks a clothesline, and then a back elbow, but Tod suddenly grabs him by the hair and sends him flying all the way to the outside. Williams suddenly charges at the german grappler, but he back drops HIM out of the ring. As Williams and IL gather their senses at ringside, Tod walks around in the ring, trying to get some support out of his Todheads. Once that's established, Tod throws himself in the ropes and dives off onto the other two with a breath taking sommersault plancha all the way to the floor outside. ***

 

Axis: And the German one will pull out ALL the stops to win in this contest!!

 

*** Tod throws a couple of forearms to each man's back and then he tosses IL back in the ring. Tod follows in a few seconds later, but he's met with a barrage of boots to the head, courtesy of IL. Another Irish whip exchange in the ropes. Tod ducks two oncoming attacks, as IL sets him up for a back body drop attempt. Tod leap frogs over THAT, landing right behind IL on his feet. He spins him around and Irish whips him into a nearby corner. Tod charges with his running corner spear but IL quickly flips out of the way and right behind Tod. He tries to Irish whip Tod in the opposite corner, but Tod reverses and quickly charges after him. IL pedals all the way up to the top rope and soars off with an amazing looking moonsault crossbody, into a pin. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*** Tod quickly rolls through for the pin reversal. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*** Kick out. IL neutralizes Tod for the time being with a swift dropkick to the head, as Williams had made his way back into the ring. He comes out of nowhere and hits a devastating Rolling Elbow on the unsuspecting Luchadore! He falls on top for the pinfall attempt. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*Thr… --

 

*** IL kicks out at the last second possible. Williams brings IL up to his feet and then locks him in a punishing arm bar. IL tries to work his way out of the hold, but what they don't see is Tod up on the top turnbuckles. He lunges forward, connecting with a double missile dropkick, sending both men crashing down to the canvas. Tod throws himself on top of Williams for the pin. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*** Kick out by Williams. Tod switches his focus and then he lands on top of the prone Luchadore, for yet another pin. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*Thr-- …

 

*** IL barely gets the shoulder up. Right hands by Tod on IL. Willams comes up from behind him with intent of a double axhandle, but Tod quickly turns around and buries a fist in his gut. He grabs the front face lock and scores with a snap suplex … He heads over towards IL, grabs a front face lock on HIM and then delivers a nasty stomach first reverse suplex. He holds onto the face lock, as Williams actually joins him in the move. Both men drop IL down across the top rope with a double front suplex. Williams walks around the ring, playing to the crowd, allowing Tod to head over to the apron to perform his traditional springboard leg drop on the back of his opponent's head. However, in a flash, as soon as Tod had sprung up on top of the upper turnbuckle, Williams pedals up the ropes right next to him and then he gives him a belly to belly suplex from the top rope! He clears out the cobwebs … and then crawls over into a pin attempt. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*Th-- …

 

Edwin: That amazing move took a LOT out of Tod deKindes!

 

*** Williams sees IL still sprawled over the top rope, so he decides to suplex him back in the ring with authority. He runs the ropes and winds up for a big running elbow drop on IL … but IL moves. Luchadore quickly climbs up to the ropes, waits for Williams to properly get in the right position, and then dives off with a more than picture perfect 450 splash. IL fails to capitalize however, as he chooses to get back up to his feet and talk trash at the local crowd. What he doesn't realize, is that Tod is right behind him, waiting in the wings. Luchadore does a quick 180, walking right into a knee lift to the gut by the german grappler. He runs the arm between the legs. He hooks the other free arm with his own free arm. He lifts up IL on his shoulder, and … ***

 

Axis: Spirit Breaker on the Insane Luchadore!

 

Edwin: Forget about it!

 

*** Tod maintains the hold and hooks both legs for the pin fall. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*Three!!*

 

Axis: He's got him!

 

King: You gotta be KIDDING ME!!

 

Buffer: The Insane Luchadore, Andrew Rickmen, has been *eliminated* !!

 

*** As referee Mark Hebner rolls IL out of the ring, Tod and Williams both get back up to their feet and start locking eyes. ***

 

Edwin: And then there were two!

 

Axis: Old rivals square off once again, and it looks as if we're back to square one, here.

 

*** Another quick chiming of the bell and we're back underway. Both men circle each other … and connect almost right away with a lock up in the middle of the ring. Making good use of a slight power advantage, Williams shoves Tod all the way into a corner, prompting Mark Hebner to use his five count. Williams releases at the count of four and a half. Both men back in the center of the ring and back into a lock up. Williams quickly grabs a head lock and cinches it in by turning it into a hammer lock. Tod explores his options … and legscissors him from behind, sending him face first into the mat. He then floats over into a front face lock. Both men spend a minute or two on the canvas, until Williams starts muscling his way up to his feet. He counters the front face lock into a rear waist lock, and then into a roll up. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*Thr… --

 

*** Kick out by Tod. Williams quickly capitalizes with an Irish whip to the far side of the ropes. Tod ducks a nasty back elbow attempt, as well as a clothesline attempt. On the third bounce off the ropes, Williams catches Tod in a hiptoss attempt, which is blocked by Tod. He tries his own hiptoss, but Williams blocks THAT one. Right hand to the gut by Tod, as he puts his leg over Williams' head. He flips backwards, and in that split second, he realizes that he's not gonna be able to beat the man with pure and basic mat wrestling; and thus he FLOORS Williams with a nasty looking standing side kick. He falls on top of him for the cover attempt. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*Th-- …

 

*** Tod goes back to what brought him to the dance, and that is going at the opponent full speed. Right hands to the side of the head by Tod. Irish whip to the ropes by Tod, who then plants a boot right in Williams' gut. Tod throws himself in the adacent set of ropes and connects with a neat looking swinging neck breaker. Tod can't capitalize on a cover right away, as Williams is already getting back up to his feet. Tod goes to Irish whip him in the ropes once again, but it's reversed. Williams bends his head down, In hopes of a back body drop attempt. Tod leaps above him and nails a sweet looking sunset flip for the cover. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*Th-- …

 

*** Williams counters it. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*Thr-- …

 

*** Tod rolls out of the hold and RE-counters with his own pinning predicament. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*Thr-- …

 

*** Williams rolls out of THAT hold and rolls forward into a jackknife hold. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*Thr-- …

 

*** Tod uses his abs strength and bridges both men up, and then he counters the hold into a backslide. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*Thr-- …

 

*** Williams kicks out, but Tod surprisingly comes in with a small package on the World champion. ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*Thr-- …

 

*** Williams kicks out, as signs of fatigue show up on both men's faces. Now right hands are being traded between the two. Tod starts to gain the advantage, and starts to once again nail his signature moves. Irish whip to a nearby corner. Tod charges and finally hits that elusive corner spear. He follows it up with his double underhook belly to belly suplex. He picks him up and then lifts him up on his shoulders in the fireman's carry position, and then DRIVES him down with a solid Death Valley Driver … But instead of going up top like he usually does, Tod hastily appropriates Williams up and in the pumphandle slam position. ***

 

Axis: And now, Tod deKindes will be going once again for the Spirit Breaker on the champ! We all know that very move has put him down for the 1 - 2 - 3 before!

 

*** Williams is up on Tod's shoulder … but he slips out from behind. Williams grabs a rear waist lock and then he delivers a HUGE german overhead release suplex, nearly dropping the german one on his head. He grabs him by the hair, and puts him in a standing head scissor. His thumb quickly crosses over his throat, signaling that he's ready to win this match. ***

 

Axis: And now, Danny Williams could be going for the Deathbomb! Can he hit it?!

 

*** Tod is lifted up on Williams' shoulders for his devastating finishing maneuver, but Tod quickly punches out of it. He manages to fall on his feet behind Williams and then he shoves him to the ropes. ***

 

Edwin: Wait a second; Insane Luchadore is still at ringside … and he's got the ring bell with him!!

 

*** Indeed, the Insane one has seemingly popped out of nowhere after being eliminated; as he BONKS Williams in the head with the ring bell. Caught off guard by the sudden blow, Williams falls to his knees, checking his face for blood, even if he's in a half conscious state. Tod, not having seen what just took place, hooks Williams' left arm around his own left leg and rolls forward into a La Majistral cradle! Williams appears to be trapped! ***

 

*One!*

 

*Two!*

 

*Three!!!*

 

Axis: He's got him!!!

 

*** Crowd explodes at seeing their favorite pin the champion. As "I Am Hated" blares out in a victorious setting, Michael Buffer makes it official. ***

 

Buffer: The winner of this bout … he goes on to face more competition with the SJL WORLD's title on the line … Tod! deeeeeeeeeeeeee - Kinnnnn - deeeeeeessssss!!

 

Edwin: He makes it look so easy!!

 

Axis: Tod deKindes has finally earned a shot at the SJL title and he will be more than ready to take on the challenge!!

 

*** Williams looks up in shocked anger as he realizes that he got beat with what he eats, sleeps, lives,breathes and took his entire life to learn: a wrestling maneuver. Meanwhile, Tod exits the ring, but not before letting out a mighty victory roar to the Todheads in attendance. Williams tries to dispute the count to Mark Hebner, but it's no go. But in the end, all that really matters to him … is that he's handed the SJL World title belt. He exchanges one more look with Tod … ***

 

Axis: That's about all the time we have for tonight! For Edwin MacPhisto and the Suicide King, I'm Axis and we will see you in a couple days! GOOD NIGHT!!!

 

*** … Fade to black … ***

 

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[Guest SupaTaft]

Yeah, umm... heres my match, also the best match I've ever written but I suppose every one progressively gets better.

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Mak Francis’ music is playing as he and Kinkel stand in the ring, wickedly grinning after their dirty deed. Kinkel is whispering in the ear of The Franchise as he throws off his shirt and stands in the ring ready for what will assuredly be an easy victory.

Thor’s music plays as he quickly walks to the ring, almost jogging. He is holding his forehead to stop the flow of blood.

 

Axis: And here comes Thor! He is not in a pleasant mood tonight after that vicious assault in the back by “The Franchise” Mak Francis.

 

Edwin: Since joining the sWo it seems as though Francis has gotten a bit of a mean streak about him.

 

King: I like it! I think its a good change from the norm. Francis now has the attitude it takes to keep the TV title, and be a great defending champion like he is.

 

Axis: No doubt that Francis is a fighting champion but his previous win over Thor took three people to bring him down! What kind of wrestling is that?

 

King: It’s smart wrestling!

 

Thor steps onto the ring apron quickly, not wanting to wait for any pageantry. Kinkel slides out of the ring as Mak walks over to Thor and punches him in the head causing Thor to stumble. Thor regains his composure and receives another shot to the head, this time making him fall to one knee. When he gets back up Mak goes again for a big left, but Thor catches Francis with an elbow to the face, knocking Mak into the ropes. Thor then steps over the top rope and moves towards Mak, not missing a beat.

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Kinkel rushes to his prodigy, who is leaning over the top rope, attempting to administer some helpful advice, but Thor moves too quickly and grabs Francis from behind. Thor wraps his massive arms around Mak and tries to pull him form the ropes. Francis holds on, but the sheer power of Thor is too much and Mak gets yanked from the rope and gets elevated in a massive bearhug. Thor is enraged and squeezes the life out of the champion. Mak’s face becomes expressionless and turns an odd shade of magenta. The referee walks to the two competitors and lifts the arm of The Franchise, it drops, lifeless. “ONE!” shouts the ref. He lifts the arm again and again it drops, he shouts “TWO!” Thor’s bloody face is showing signs of endeavor as he clenches his teeth and squints his eyes. One more time the ref lifts the arm of Mak but this time it remains elevated and clenches a fist. Mak’s eyes snap open and he brings his raised arm down and begins to back-elbow Thor’s head. After three shots, Thor releases.

 

Axis: Thor is putting up a fight, even with a busted head.

 

Edwin: Agreed, but how long can Thor really last in there. I believe The Franchise will wear the God of Thunder down.

 

King: Thor, showing tremendous damage here. He shouldn’t last another... oh say... 30 seconds.

 

When Thor releases the hold, Mak is right there to capitalize with a firm strike to the kidney and while Thor holds his side, Mak puts his arm around Thor’s neck and his foot behind Thor’s. Mak then pulls back with one quick, fluid motion and drops Thor in a side Russian leg sweep. Francis reaches his feet first and stands in mid ring with both hands raised in the air. The crowd gives him nothing but boos for his dastardly actions, and he lowers his hands with an annoyed look on his face. He turns to face Thor, who is still showing a bit of wear from that assault in the back. Mak helps Thor to his feet, grabbing him by his deep red hair, Mak goes to whip Thor into the ropes but cant get the big man to move. Mak pulls again, but still Thor stands solid. Mak tries again but this time Thor pulls Francis towards him and hits him hard with a short-arm clothesline. Thor then takes about two steps backwards and bounces off the ropes, when he returns he jumps and delivers a leg drop to the fallen TV champion.

 

Edwin: Tremendous leg drop by the God of Thunder. Hey, I’ve got a question. Since Thor is the God of Thunder, is he also the God of lightning? Because that would be kind of silly if he wasn’t.

 

King: Yeah, and why isn’t this so-called God of Thunder pulled to the ring in his chariot by his two legendary goats, Tooth-Gnawer and Tooth-Gnasher?

 

Axis and Edwin stare at King, bewildered at this sudden burst of knowledge.

 

King: *cough* Umm I mean... Funyon loves the cock?

 

Funyon pipes up from his seat at ringside: Hey!

 

The announcers make comments at ringside while the action picks up inside the ring. Thor gets up from his leg drop and helps the wobbly legged Francis to his feet... and then some. Thor picks up Mak in one sweep of his gigantic arms and holds him above his head. He presses Mak once... twice... on the third press Francis catches Thor with a thumb to the eye. This causes Thor to drop Mak, probably causing more damage to The Franchise than Thor’s normal slam. Mak landed on his right arm and is yelling in anguish. He sort of rolls there grimacing and moaning in pain as Thor stands above him, trying to decide what to do with his opponent. Have an EMT check on him? Or capitalize on the situation by working on the injured arm. Thor decides to do the right thing and turns to the ring crew and says for them to send in an EMT. Behind the Thunder God, Mak Francis is suddenly up and rolls the massive frame of Thor up into a school boy cover.

 

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Thor kicks out just before the count of two. Thor stands facing his opponent who is at the other side of the ring. The blood on Thor’s face has stopped flowing so heavily and Thor wipes the last of it from his face. He then quickly bounds off the ropes and comes charging back at Mak attempting a clothesline, but Francis has the maneuver well scouted and drops to the mat and rolls Thor’s foot in a drop toe hold. It takes Thor down as he flips and lands solidly on his back. Francis then quickly scurries to the feet of Thor and wraps the legs of his opponent pretzel style in a figure-four leg lock. The Franchise then leans forward and then leans back and pulls on Thor’s legs in a move that works against Thor’s injured ankle.

 

Edwin: Look at that. Francis going for the wounded ankle of Thor.

 

Axis: Yes Thor’s ankle was brutally attacked by Kojack on our inaugural Wrath.

 

King: That’s what you’ve got to do though. To take down someone of Thor’s mass you have to go for whatever is weak.

 

The Franchise pulls back on Thor’s injured ankle, with Thor looking on his face showing extreme torment. Thor somehow manages to get his leverage back and he flips his legs and his opponent over and sits up, crushing the legs of Francis. Thor then lays back, still holding onto Mak’s leg with one arm and grabs under his opponents chin with the other free hand, Francis is being tortured and yells. Thor then gives a grunt and forces all of his weight backwards and then stands up, breaking the hold. He limps to a nearby turnbuckle and waits for Francis to arise, also giving his ankle a little time to recuperate. When Francis finally does reach his feet, he is as wobbly-legged as his opponent. Somehow Mak manages to run towards Thor and slides between his feet as Thor reaches out in front of him to catch Mak, but no one is home. Mak gets to his knees behind Thor and hits him right between the legs. Every man in the crowd yells “OOOOHHH!!” at the same time, as Thor holds himself in pain. The Franchise then leans over the top rope behind him and shares a high-five with his manager Tyler Kinkel, the crowd boos the contemptible relationship between the two. Francis then bounces off the ropes and comes running back with a bulldog taking Thor down. He goes for a cover.

 

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Axis: Thor kicks out at the count of two. Thor is competing the best he can tonight given he’s had his head busted open by the TV title belt and having that injured ankle bothered again by Mak Francis tonight.

 

Edwin: At this point in the match calling it either way would be pointless. But if I had to pick a favorite here it would be The Franchise Mak Francis.

 

King: Exactly, he’s got the look, he’s got the know-how, and the fans love him!

 

Edwin: What are you talking about? The fans hate Francis and the sWo.

 

Francis stands up and Thor is quick to follow. Francis kicks Thor in the gut and goes for a DDT, but Thor counters it into a suplex. Thor holds Mak high in the air for a moment and then at the first sign of Mak’s struggle, Thor brings him down into a power slam. The crowd cheers for Thor at the sound of Mak’s body hitting the canvas. The fans’ applause seems to shake off any nagging injury that Thor might have as he stands up quickly and assists Mak to his feet. When the two warriors are standing Thor whips Mak into the ropes and runs to the opposite ropes himself. As Thor comes bounding back at Francis, Thor jumps in the air for a drop kick, but hits nothing but air as The Franchise slides on the mat after his bounce. Thor gets to his feet quickly and Mak bounces off the ropes with fury and jumps with a dropkick of his own. Thor sees it coming and drops down, making Mak leap right over top of him and fall to the mat. Mak gets up and tries to hit Thor with a clothesline but Thor ducks it. Mak gets up, turns around and gets planted by Thor with a huge dropkick. Mak hits the mat and the crowd explodes for Thor. Thor stands and elevates his arm high in the air. He goes down for a cover.

 

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Mak Francis kicks out. Thor sits up on his knees and looks at Mak’s body. He moves some hair from his face, still red with pseudo-dried blood.

 

Axis: Wow, a nice combination of moves shared by Thor and Mak Francis. These two have faced each other recently so they know what to expect from one another.

 

Edwin: These two respectively big men are jumping around like luchadores. Why don’t these two just stay on the ground like their supposed to?

 

King: The Franchise is slowing down a bit. Not a good idea when facing someone as surprisingly quick as Thor.

 

Thor gets to his feet and crouches down, waiting for Mak to regain his footing. Thor gets a bit of a smile on his face and as Francis reaches his feet, Thor charges at him like a freight train and knocks Mak down with a big clothesline. Mak falls by the ropes and Thor sees his opening. The crowd starts to cheer and their cries become louder with every move of Thor’s. He bounds against the ropes and rolls on the ground in front of him, he then stops and jumps, spinning in the air and lands in a double legged leg drop. Except he hits only mat as Mak Francis scampers out of the way just in the nick of time. Now it is Francis’ turn. He watches as Thor stands up, Mak then kicks the Thunder God in the gut, wraps his arm around Thor’s head and drills him to the mat with a serious DDT. He then takes the initiative and sits on Thor’s back, his legs in front of Thor’s arms so they cant move. He then locks his hands under the thick red beard of Thor and pulls back with all his might. It’s the Million Dollar Exemption!! The crowd starts to boo at Francis.

 

Axis: The Franchise has hooked in the Million Dollar Exemption!! This has to be over.

 

King: That is a devastating camel clutch applied to Thor there by my man Mak Francis!!

 

Edwin: This is a deadly maneuver indeed. Many a wrestler has tapped out to The Franchise’s mean cobra clutch. Bully!! Bully!!

 

The Franchise is really pulling back on Thor’s chin and Thor’s face shows the anguish he must feel. The crowd stops their booing and they replace it with cheers and claps for Thor. The fans’ applause pumps Thor up and he slowly gets to his knees. The Franchise wont let go of the hold though he is still hanging on, and still applying the Million Dollar Exemption on Thor as he unbelievably gets to his feet. Francis is still latched onto Thor’s back, holding on only by his application of his camel clutch finisher. Thor is standing and suddenly his expression changes from pain to a smirk as he jumps into the air and lands on his back and whatever may be between Thor and the mat is crushed, including Francis. The crowd is now ballistic in their cheering for Thor as he stands up and stumbles from side to side a bit, before gaining his composure. Thor goes for the cover.

 

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Tyler Kinkel pulls the referee’s feet, dragging him to the outside. The ref tries to yell at Kinkel but Kinkel just keeps telling the ref to check on Francis.

 

Axis: And Tyler Kinkel pulling the ref out of the ring breaking up the count.

 

Edwin: I believe that Thor may have had Francis beaten there.

 

King: That’s the way to do it Kinkel! Help out your prodigy!

 

Thor stands in the ring, glaring at Kinkel who is no longer arguing with the ref as the referee is now checking on Francis in the ring. Kinkel looks up to catch Thor’s penetrating stare and Kinkel gets a look of fear on his face. Kinkel somehow overcomes his fear to yell something disparaging at Thor, which incenses him enough to come out of the ring. He steps over the top rope and jumps down from the ring apron and walks quickly but methodically towards Kinkel who is standing by the announcers table and is motioning for Thor not to hit him as he walks backwards. As he moves backwards, pleading for his safety, he trips over the first step of the ring steps and falls on his rear. Thor moves a bit quicker and grabs Kinkel by the collar and picks him up with one hand. Kinkel is now almost at tears and a wet stain is visible on his pants. Thor notices Kinkel’s accident and drops him laughing in his deep belly laugh. Kinkel scurries off a few yards away from Thor and then points behind Thor. Thor turns around only to catch a stiff right to is face from Francis. The referee is using his count “1... 2...” Francis then grabs Thor by his belt and his shirt and rams Thor into the ring steps. He lands at the feet of Kinkel who is laughing with pride as if he hadn’t shame himself on national television. Francis moves quickly towards Thor as the referee continues his count “6... 7...” Francis then rolls into the ring to break up the count and then rolls back out. He then picks up Thor by the hair and pushes him, slamming his head into the turnbuckle, reopening the gash on his forehead, allowing the thick red coagulative fluid to start pouring down his face once again.

 

Axis: And there we see again, the crimson mask covering the face of Thor.

 

Edwin: Francis reopened that cut on Thor’s head. Either Mak is sadistic or he just likes to induce pain.

 

King: They are the same thing you fool.

 

Edwin: Yeah and right by the word is a picture of you Kingy.

 

Mak Francis rolls Thor into the ring. Thor is too dazed too do much right now. Blood is now visible on the mat as Mak picks Thor up and hits a hangman’s neckbreaker, knocking Thor face down to the canvas once again. Mak looks up at the crowd and gives them a cocky smile. The crowd boos and Mak’s smile just grows broader. He then goes for all the marbles and moves to Thor’s feet. He stands over Thor’s almost motionless body and hooks his arms under Thor’s ankles. He then completely stands and leans back, arching Thor’s body, making him scream in pain. Thor attempts to pulls himself to the ring ropes to break the hold, he pulls and pulls and when he is no more than three inches from the rope, Mak drags Thor back to the middle of the ring. The look on Thor’s face is terrible, he is now covered in bright red blood and is scrunching his face, only causing more blood to flow out.

 

Axis: Thor put up a hell of a match here tonight but I believe this is over.

 

King: I completely agree. Thor might be a God, but he’s no Franchise!

 

Edwin: I still don’t know. Thor shimmied his way out of The Million Dollar Exemption, he might be able to pull himself out of this one.

 

Francis’ look is that of extreme confidence. He even begins to smirk but he still maintains his serious expression, wrenching on the back of Thor. The referee bends down and asks Thor if he’s had enough, Thor shakes his head violently from side to side, indicating his fighting spirit. Mak looks back and sees Thor saying no to the ref and leans back as far as he can go without loosing his balance. Thor yells loudly and clenches his teeth. His arms then start to shake and he opens his eyes. He starts to wriggle and lash violently from left to right. Mak looks concerned when suddenly Thor lets out a very audible grunt and flips The Franchise out of his hold. Francis looks shocked as he is stumped for ideas, he moves over to the ropes and yells for Kinkel to come to him. The two converse frantically, making odd gestures with their hands as if trying to simulate wrestling moves. As this happens Thor gets to his feet and stands staring at Mak. He moves quickly towards him, his face revealing nothing but intensity as he charges. Kinkel stops talking to Mak and with a frightened face points behind Mak. Mak turns around just in time to catch Thor’s big boot, catching him square in the face. Francis falls slowly backwards and lands flat on his back. Thor looks at the crowd and then gets an idea. He picks Mak up by the head and whips him into the corner. There he rests, arms draped over the ropes, as Thor walks over to him. Thor pulls his right arm back and brings it back hard across Mak’s chest with a deafening crack. The crowd cringes and then after a slight delay yells “WHOOO!!” Thor pushes back the head of The Franchise and rears back his arm, again he brings it across Mak’s chest and again the crowd yells “WHOOO!!” Mak’s chest is now beet red as Thor brings his hand across Mak’s chest with another sickening crack. Thor looks at his arm and it is red, not with his own blood, but from the chest of The Franchise which is now bleeding in a little line right across his chest. Thor then quickly whips Francis into the other turnbuckle and follows directly behind him with a big splash. Francis falls to the mat as Thor walks mid-ring and stands, arms out, accepting the deafening applause coming from every fan in attendance.

 

Axis: GOOD GOD!! Francis’ chest is bleeding after those vicious chops from Thor!

 

Edwin: It’s not every day that you see someone bleed from chops.

 

King: Did someone say pork chops?

 

Axis: Were you even paying attention to the action in the ring?

 

King: Actually I was. *back in announcer mode* What a terrific move delivered by Fugue!

 

Edwin: Uhh... King, Fugue isn’t in this match.

 

The announcers get preoccupied with trying to explain to King who is and isn’t in the match, while the wrestlers battle further. Thor walks over to Mak to deliver further punishment and gets a thumb to the eye for his efforts. Mak regains strength enough to walk to the dazed Thor and put his arm over Thor’s neck and grab his tights. He struggles and strains but he cant lift the big man. Thor then goes to lift Mak in response to the efforts of The Franchise to show him how its done. He lifts Mak high in the air, but too much blood enters his eyes and he looses his footing. Mak then punches him in the face and Thor falls to the mat with Mak riding right on top of him. When they hit the mat, Mak is in a pinning position and hooks the leg of his opponent.

 

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Thor kicks out and sends Francis flying several feet off of him. Francis sits on his rear and looks on in shock. His expression says something like “What the hell is it going to take to put this guy down?” Thor still lays on the mat, breathing heavily, occasionally wiping blood from his eyes.

 

Edwin: I don’t believe it. What is Mak Francis, this four time All-American, this Olympic gold-medallist, going to have to do to beat Thor?

 

King: Why cheat of course! What else?

 

Axis: *sarcastically* Right King, what else?

 

Mak has nothing left to do but talk to Kinkel again. He walks to the ropes and leans his head over and talks strategy with his manager. Thor sits up and the crowd cheers. Mak isn’t caught unaware this time as he turns around and catches the oncoming Thor with a big elbow to the face. This both causes Thor to stumble back and makes Mak look in disgust at his elbow, now covered in Thor’s blood. Not phased for long the TV champ goes to Thor and delivers two big rights to the head, followed by a huge left hand, almost knocking Thor down. Mak then bounces off the ropes and comes back at Thor with a flying forearm. Thor ducks the move and lets Francis fly to the outside, between the ropes. He falls in a heap and Thor stands back up groggily. Kinkel rushes over to Francis as the ref starts his count “1...2...” Kinkel tries to yell at the referee that Mak is hurt, but the ref has no choice but to continue his count “4...5...” Mak is now aware and gets to his knees. “7...8...” Kinkel somehow generates a water bottle and squirts some water in the face of The Franchise’s face to get him to his senses. He then leaps into the ring but is caught by a boot to the back by Thor. Mak struggles to his feet and is hit by a raging right hand of Thor. The crowd starts to cheer as Thor takes the advantage and tucks Mak’s head between his legs, he flips Mak’s body into a sitting position on his shoulders and neatly deposits him in a powerbomb by the turnbuckle. Thor stands straight up and points to the opposite turnbuckle, still hazy with blood in his eyes, but the fans know what to expect.

 

Axis: It appears as if Thor has turned the tide of this match and is going to execute the Crack of Thunder on Mak Francis.

 

Edwin: Right you are Axis. For a big man, Thor can move when he wants to.

King: If Thor hits this move it will be over for The Franchise. Unless Kinkel helps out that is! *The Suicide King speaks loudly as to catch the attention of the nearby Tyler Kinkel*

 

Thor has now reached the turnbuckles and starts to climb. Up one step... up the second step... the crowd’s excitement builds with each ascension and are thunderous by the time he reaches the top. When he’s at the top he turns around and hold his arm up and leaps off to the other side of the ring, landing firmly on the sternum of Francis. The ring shakes upon impact and the crowd roars with their approval of Thor. Kinkel looks on in horror as Thor goes for the cover.

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The referee is distracted by Tyler Kinkel who has jumped to the ring apron and is hollering something at the ref about the people running the match being biased. Thor will have none of this. He quickly gets to his feet, takes about three good steps, pushes the ref away and clobbers Kinkel with a right hand. He flies backwards and hits the protective guard rail with a thud. Thor then walks over to Francis, who is still lying on the mat and drags him into the middle of the ring. He stands over Mak’s fallen body and sits down on his back.

 

King: What does Thor think he’s doing?

 

Axis: He is going to take a page from Mak’s playbook and lock in the camel clutch!

 

Edwin: OOOH BABY!! Its gonna be a hot one tonight!

 

Thor hooks his hands under Mak’s chin and pulls back. Thor sits, leaning back on Mak’s chin, Thor’s face is a bloody mess, but still his intensity shines through. Francis is yelling through his clenched teeth as his arms flail about to his sides. Finally Thor reclines back as far as he can go and The Franchise’s hand hits the mat repeatedly. The ref stands up and signals to the time keeper that the match is done. As the bell rings the arena explodes with applause and cheers for the Thunder God. Thor stands up slowly and shakily and is met by the deafening applause and the referee handing Thor his newfound belt and holding up his hand. Funyon steps in the ring and into the mic, his booming voice rings out “Here is your winner... and... NEW... Television Champion... THOOOOOORRRR!!!” Upon hearing the name of Thor the crowd’s volume at least doubles.

 

Axis: WOW!! What a tremendous win by Thor! Thor taking the win by locking in The Franchise Mak Francis’ own finishing maneuver, The Million Dollar Exemption!!

 

Edwin: I know a lot of people doubted Thor’s chances coming into this match but nobody can discount the result. Thor is our NEW Television Champeeen!

 

King: Bah! I know Flexxx, Poysin, and Wilson are not going to be happy campers when Mak returns to the back.

Axis: We’ll be right back!!

[Guest HVilleThugg]

And all these matches were marked by yours truly.

 

I think it's funny how the only matches that got up on the show are the ones marked by me.

 

Anyway....Poisyn/Myers, I talked to you already about your match. We can talk more if you'd like about what you can work on. Thor, yours and Mak's were close as well. Tod...yeah, that wasn't your best effort. Danny's match was longer (wrestling-wise) and had some better spots.

 

If you wish to know more, catch me on IM.

 

Da "always on time" H

[Guest kelloggs]

Thugg said it was close and he was the marker. The only problem I really saw was your finish and that was only because you confused the camel clutch with the cobra clutch. If you really want answers IM Thugg like he suggested.