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[We are taken backstage, where we see a bench. The camera pans along the bench further, revealing the shiny surface of the All-Barrie Title, perched atop the bench. The crowd is heard booing as we pan further, revealing a powerful calf. The camera then pans upwards, revealing classic trunks, black with golden tribal patterns. Tattooed arms are crossed over a bare midsection and chest, and finally, we see the All-Barrie Champion himself, Aaron Blaize. His eyes are already narrowed, the demonic, icy blue pupils barely seen through them. His shoulder length coal black hair is wetted back, slicked and ready for action. Blaize plays with his lip ring momentarily before he begins to speak.]
Aaron Blaize - My name… is Aaron Blaize. I am YOUR… All-Barrie Champion, and… like it or not, tonight… I will be the man who single handedly takes out your self proclaimed “Suicidal Superman,” Myke Adams. Now, Myke… I know you’re out there watching, waiting for your moment to try and make me pay for what I did last week, make me pay for what I did over the span of your career. But Myke… what you fail to realize is that it won’t be that simple…
[Blaize slackens his posture now, allowing his arms to hang down at his sides, his hands seen clenching in fists.]
Aaron Blaize - …sure, you’ve managed to knock me down in the past, but that was just it, it was the PAST. What I’ve done to you, and to those around you, TRANSCENDS time itself. Those injuries, those… small, physical reminders of just who I am, will last a lifetime. And Myke… amidst all your hype, all your pandering and all your bravado, you know that, deep down, I’m more of a threat than you’d like to admit. You play off those injuries I gave you as if they were trivial, un-altering. But Myke, what happens every night when you go home, limping on that ankle I damn near snapped in two? What happens when you yell out when your perched atop that turnbuckle, dancing like a monkey in front of your enablers? Does your voice get hoarse a little easier nowadays? Pity.
[Blaize leans in closer to the camera now, any hint of smiling or happy thoughts clearly seen vanishing as he wears a look that could only kill if it were allowed to.]
Aaron Blaize - I should have silenced you for good back then, Adams. I will NOT be making that mistake twice. So… take it all in, Mykey-boy. Adore your fans, soak in their cheers and cries of hope for you. Bask in the glory of Simcoe if not for one last time, Adams… because I promise you, what was meant for you last week WILL find it’s way to you this time. Only then… once I’ve punted your skull in… I’m going to latch on Eternal Sin… and I won’t let go. I will make you suffer… and I will make you scream. You were absolutely right, Myke. I AM your Antithesis… and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
[Blaize leans over, scooping up the All-Barrie Title, draping it over his shoulder with a cocky smile.]
Aaron Blaize - Just remember that as you’re laying in the hospital bed tomorrow morning… and I’m walking amongst your fans that you let down… one… more… time.
[Blaize sneers into the camera, fussing with his lip ring once more. The crowd boos louder as Blaize’s smile evaporates as he walks off camera, the shot fading. Until it fades back in and we see Galactix head out of the doorway to the Syndicate's make shift locker area, Justin Rose stops him as he places a hand on his shoulder. Galactix doesn't seem in the mood, yet he entertains his Syndicate brother as Justin nods.]
Justin Rose - You get out there and don't even sweat this, once you flat out beat Patrick McCarthy tonight... I should have no problem convincing Diamond you are more then ready to take on Myke again.
[Galactix moves his shoulder from Justin's hand and starts warming up a bit.]
Galactix - Listen, do me one tiny favor Jus. Make sure after I prove I am his better tonight, that I don't have to waste any more precious energy on him. I am sick of knocking McCarthy down a branch on the ego tree.
[Justin grins as he pats a hand on G-Funk's arm.]
Justin Rose - Good enough, go kick his face the rest of the way in man.
[Galactix nods as Justin heads back into the make shift locker area, Galactix takes a deep breath and rounds the corner, heading down a corridor and another corner before he suddenly slips and falls to his back, his head hitting the wall a bit as he calls out in angered agony!]
Galactix - WHAT THE...?!
[Suddenly he sees Rosie Cheeks, her face contorted as she shrills at him.]
Rosie Cheeks - A little memento to remember the REAL champ by!
[Galactix had no time to react as she tosses a bucket of paint onto him, he calls out in anger, and she tosses another, one of blue paint, the other of black. Rosie spits on the floor as she nearly snarls.]
Rosie Cheeks - He is going to finish you for good asshole!
[Galactix struggles his way up as Cheeks takes off, laughing almost. He looks down over himself, the paint running down his arms, back, chest, and head. He is covered in it and sees he had already slipped in white paint. He punches the wall, and storms back towards the Syndicate’s locker area, bursting in, covered in paint as Paul Cain, Damien Kahn, Kirsta Lewis, and Justin Rose all peer up, instantly hitting their feet as they see the paint drenched Galactix.]
Justin Rose - Uh, what the fu...
Galactix - Save it!
[He moves past the group, heading towards their shower area, Kirsta looking at them as she gives a shocked and worried expression before following him into the shower room. Justin looks at Kahn and Cain, the three of them shrug as we close back in on ring side.]
Ryan Antonelli - Right before his match, that is not right. Rosie is not gonna be happy when he finds her!
Johnny Wilkins - Now that was priceless, Galactix is likely trying to clean off his Myke Adams look before he has to come out here.
Ryan Antonelli - Like you always say numb-nuts, ridiculous.
[We open backstage where we find Scarlett Willis sat backstage in the EMT room. She doesn’t look pleased to be there… but who ever is? She’s sat on the bench and swings her legs in front of her. Frustrated perhaps she wasn’t in action tonight but it was considered she rested after what happened last week at Aggression and over the fact she was hospitalized earlier in the year after Paul Cain’s unforgettable attack. You couldn’t be too careful… Scarlett knew that and because of that she didn’t kick up too much of a fuss.]
Doc - Thank you for coming Miss Willis, I’m glad you understand the need for you to attend… a routine check up after the injuries you’ve sustained recently… we don’t need you out of action for any longer than necessary.
Scarlett - It’s okay… I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for people thinking it’s a good idea to attack me… oh and cheat…
[The frown crosses her face as she speaks, the doc just nods a little.]
Doc – Well, that’s something I can’t help with. Have you been suffering any headaches? Nausea?
Scarlett – Nope.
Doc – Are you certain?
Scarlett – Yes. Very certain I’ve been fine. Don’t believe me ask Pat.
Doc – No, no that won’t be necessary. I’ll take your word for it. Any other complaints?
Scarlett – Medically… nope. Apart from bruises that ruin almost every outfit I want to wear… very little I can do about those.
[A pout appears on her lips and the Doctor does very little to comfort her. Scarlett hops down from the bench.]
Scarlett – I’m perfectly fine. Fit as a fiddle as they say? Um.. I honestly don’t know how you can be as fit as a fiddle but… okay! There’s only one thing bothering me and it’s the fact Paul Cain can’t win against me cleanly. Nooooo he’s got to have someone doing his dirty work for him. I watched the tape back… aren’t you clever Kirsta? Hm. Well enjoy it while it lasts the both of you because some day soon, someone can and will get the better of The Syndicate. Might not be me, but it will be someone! Promise. Hm. Now if you’ll excuse me Doc… there’s a match coming up that I’d like to watch… my man is wrestling in it!!
[Scarlett smiles as she almost bounces over to the door with energy. The Doctor is a little off guard with surprise as Scarlett casually leaves the room. He sighs in defeat, not actually finished with his medical check up but little he could do to force her to stay. Scene cuts by heading back to ringside.]
Johnny Wilkins - Scarlett looks like she is ready to watch McCarthy try to put a nail in Galactix. Wonder if got all that paint off by now?
Ryan Antonelli - I just like seeing her bounce a bit, as far as Paddy Cakes goes… he’s a walking dead man tonight, after that crap Myke “Tinkerbelle” Adams had Rosie Cheeks pull… G-Funk is probably gonna rip off McCarthy’s ugly head and drink him like a cold one! Ha ha ha.
Johnny Wilkins - That could have very well been her own doing, but I am sure Myke found it just as funny as the rest of us.
Ryan Antonelli - Only a douche would find that funny.
Johnny Wilkins - Oh please.
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Single's Match
Galactix Vs Patrick McCarthy
[The lights go out in the arena and the opening of guitar feedback runs through the speakers. “Unbroken” by Monster Magnet starts rocking the arena as strobe lights start flashing at a rapid pace. The fans along the entranceway slam the barricade in cadence with the music as McCarthy pushes his way through the curtain doing his best to not allow the pain from the bruise on his head to get the best of him. McCarthy steps out down the ramp into full view in a mid-length black leather jacket, a new Affliction-style “SCCW” T-shirt, and black jeans. McCarthy walks down to the ring as fans reach out to touch him and pat him on the back. He occasionally sticks out the hand or elbow in acknowledgement of the fans before reaching the ring. McCarthy simply climbs up onto the apron and between the ropes, dropping his additional garments into the corner.]
Johnny Wilkins - That bruise on Patrick McCarthy's head doesn't seem to have gotten any better Ryan.
Ryan Antonelli - Yet here he is, getting ready to fight Galactix, what a moron.
Johnny Wilkins - McCarthy is tough as nails Ryan...
["Peace of Mind" by Boston strikes up, pumping throughout the studio as Galactix emerges from behind the curtain dressed in his red leather wrestling pants and a tie-dye 'The Syndicate' vest. The crowd begin to boo the Limey bastard as G-Funk poses for his 'adoring' fans; his fists raised to the sky before he lowers his arms back down to his side. Undeterred, Galactix starts to slowly walk down the aisle, grimacing in anger as he goes. As he reaches the ring, Galactix jumps up onto the apron and hops over the top rope before making his way to the center of the ring, he glares at McCarthy as he tears off his Syndicate vest, his short hair still wet from the shower.]
Johnny Wilkins - You have to think that Galactix is going to go straight for that head, McCarthy is playing this game at a disadvantage tonight Ryan.
Ryan Antonelli - Isn't he always handicapped?
[The bell rings, and Patrick McCarthy comes to the center of the ring to meet Galactix, but G-funk wastes no time at in starting to hammer away at McCarthy as he quickly catches him with a hook to the head, Galactix goes for another punch but McCarthy blocks it and goes for one of his own and nails it, followed by another and another before he has Galactix against the ropes, he whips Galactix into the other side of the ring, and he comes bounding back towards McCarthy who goes for an arm drag on Galactix but Galactix thwarts his efforts and stops the move, kneeing McCarthy in the stomach before he comes down on his head with a club like blow before running towards the ropes and bouncing off going for a sunset flip on McCarthy but McCarthy lifts himself up, nailing a back body drop on Galactix but Galactix lands on his feet and as McCarthy turns around he is met with a standing Enzuigiri followed by a pin!]
One...
Two...
Johnny Wilkins - McCarthy kicks out of the pin!
Ryan Antonelli - Thank you very much for pointing out the obvious!
[Galactix gets up from the pin and starts arguing with the ref, saying that he should have had the three, the ref disagrees, thus giving McCarthy enough time to recover, He gets up just as Galactix admits defeat to the ref and is nailed with a dropkick by McCarthy! Both men get up quickly from it as Galactix grabs McCarthy while he was going for a clothesline this time and delivers a standard neckbreaker! Galactix bounces off the ropes and goes for an elbow drop but misses as Patrick rolls out of the way. McCarthy gets to his feet as does Galactix but McCarthy is on the offensive as he kicks Galactix in the stomach and goes for what seems like a DDT. G-Funk has none of it as he punches McCarthy in the sides to break up the hold, followed by a kick to McCarthy's stomach, and then another to his head as he's hunched over. McCarthy slumps down on his hands and knees now as Galactix gloats to the fans, before he steps over McCarthy's back and goes to apply a camel clutch, McCarthy struggles with Galactix and ends up flipping Galactix over his back by grabbing his head and pulling in which McCarthy gets slowly gets to his feet, holding his head, before kicking Galactix in the spine repeatedly, followed by McCarthy bouncing off the ropes and hitting a low drop kick to Galactix]
Johnny Wilkins - Looks like McCarthy is on a comeback here!
[McCarthy signals to the crowd and slowly makes his way up to the top rope, taking a moment to gain his balance as he holds his head.. Just then, Galactix starts stirring, he gets up as McCarthy leaps off, and catches McCarthy in his arms, nailing a quick yet forceful Galactic Slam! Galactix then gloats again to the fans before climbing the ropes himself. He goes for the Galactic Splash but McCarthy rolls out of the ring! Galactix lands hard on his stomach, as McCarthy has finally had enough and finds a chair under the ring, sliding it in, The ref quickly grabs the chair as McCarthy slides into ring, with Galactix behind the ref, McCarthy is trying to yank the chair free from the ref, but the ref wins, and is jolted back as Galactix happens to be on all fours, tripping over Galactix, The ref falls flat on his back. McCarthy goes for the chair as the fans are chanting for him to hit Galactix with it, but Galactix sweeps McCarthy's legs, McCarthy falls now as Galactix gets up to his feet and grabs the chair, he goes to swing it at McCarthy but he rolls out of the way, Galactix goes again but McCarthy rolls out of the way again, Galactix 'gives up' and waves McCarthy off, telling the fans what kind of man he thinks McCarthy is, Galactix turns around and stops dead in his tracks as McCarthy almost kicked the chair into Galactix's head but due to G-funk not moving forward an inch, the kick misses, and he swings for the fences, nailing McCarthy with the chair to the head! He flings the chair out of the ring and tugs at the ref as he makes the pin]
One...
Two...
Three!
Winner: Galactix
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Johnny Wilkins - The chair shot, he wins it, Galactix uses the chair to get a win over Patrick McCar…
Ryan Antonelli - Oh can it Wilkins! Paddy Cakes was gonna use it first!
Johnny Wilkins - I really dunno what to say here… Galactix seemed prepared to do whatever was needed tonight, and he did.
Ryan Antonelli - Next stop, the Heavyweight championship… Clinch it tightly Tinkerbelle, G-FUNK IS COMING! Ha ha ha!
[The action cuts to backstage where one half of the Tag Team champions resides in her locker room. Malicia Savage unzips her workout bag and tugs off her black fingerless fighting gloves, placing them inside. She stops in mid preparation as she hears footsteps entering the room. Turning around she frowns and visibly stiffens up as ‘Fatal Attraction’ enters the shot. Paul Cain is dressed in his trademark charcoal grey suit with a package under his arm. By his side wearing tight fitting jeans and an equally figure hunting tee shirt is his tag team partner Kirsta Lewis. Paul stands for a moment with a smile on his face as he studies Malicia’s blatantly defensive stance.]
Paul Cain - Stand down, stand down…There’s no need to get all knuckle headed about this. We’re here as good will ambassadors, isn’t that right, Kirsta?
[Kirsta doesn’t take her eyes off Malicia as she glares at her.]
Kirsta Lewis - Yep, it sure is. You don't want to go getting all stupid now Mal, Not a wise move.
[Putting one hand on his partner's shoulder, Paul turns to Malicia.]
Paul Cain - You’ll have to excuse my friend, she’s a little excitable. I like to call her a woman-o-phobe.
[Kirsta casts a look into Cain's direction before turning her attention back to Mal.]
Kirsta Lewis - Is that what it's called?
[Paul smirks more to himself than anything.]
Paul Cain - If it’s got breasts and a baby maker, you go rabid. I’m just telling it how it is, honey.
[The expression on Kirsta Lewis’ face alone says it all before she even speaks.]
Kirsta Lewis - Well these bitches aint got shit, why pull any punches? I'm the queen around here and they all better know it.”
[Paul eyes Kirsta with a wink.]
Paul Cain - You’re hot when you’re being all Queen B. BUT, that’s not what we’re here. I bet you are actually wondering we’re here, right?
[Malicia eyes Kirsta, an unimpressed look on her face.]
Malicia Savage - So you're the so-called queen of this place. I was starting to wonder when you and I were going to get face-to-face.
[Taking the package from under his arm, Paul looks solemn as he moves forward a little.]
Paul Cain - I can understand your caution around us, especially given that both Kirsta and I have social issues which are not exactly compatible with the majority of SCCW. However, I decided that because you are no ordinary woman…
[Paul catches Kirsta looking irritated by the suggestion that any woman could be in her league.]
Paul Cain - No honey, she’s not better than you, I’m just saying that she’s better than your average bimbo.
[His attention returns to Malicia.]
Paul Cain - As I was saying, because you are more than just Miss Average…I felt it was my duty to give you this video tape which documents the kind of things that happen to people that upset me. Sure I’m not Bruce Banner but I do get really stressed out when things happen to affect my inner peace, you know? So in order to ensure that my team and yours have the most harmonious relationship possible, I’m giving you this tape which shows you what annoys me and what happens next.
[He hands the tape over to Malicia who snatches it off him. Paul turns and starts to leave, motioning Kirsta to go with him. He then stops and holds one finger up, having remembered something.]
Paul Cain - If you want to know how to get on my good side and to ensure the least amount of aggravation during our time in this company together…You’ll be signing the contract enclosed for Fatal Attraction to be granted a title match…Oh and yes, you’ll be lying down like a good little woman for us to take those belts too. Thanks and have a nice night!
[As the duo turn to leave the locker room, Malicia's hand shoots out to shut the door. The two Syndicate members turn to Malicia, whose look has just turned to a vicious scowl.]
Malicia Savage - You want a title shot? Fine. Go out and EARN it just like anyone else. And as for this...
[Malicia drops the tape on the floor and brings her boot down, smashing it in a single shot, raising the ire of Paul and Kirsta.]
Malicia Savage - Let me tell you something. My own little word of warning. I don't take kindly to threats and ultimatums. You want me and Sinclaire for the belts, fine. Go through the channels and if you're good little kiddies, you might just get your wish. But coming in here and pulling this crap- well, all it does is piss me off even more. Do yourself a favor. Get the hell through that door right now before I do to your skull what I just did to this tape of yours. And as for you, Miss Queen Bee... the only reason you're still considered the top of the food chain where the women are concerned is because you and I haven't tangled yet. I am not afraid of you. You or your little "Syndicate". You want a piece of me, come and get it. Anytime, anywhere. I don't give a damn. And one other thing...
[Malicia shoots out a right hand and pie-faces Paul, slamming him against the wall. Malicia gets in close.]
Malicia Savage - I lay down... for NOBODY.
[Malicia lets Paul go as the door to the locker room opens and Henrik enters, a look of concern on his face at the sight of the visitors.]
Henrik - Everything okay in here, Mal?
Malicia Savage - No problem. They were just leaving.
[As Paul and Kirsta turn to leave, Malicia picks up the package containing what's left of the tape and throws it at them.]
Malicia Savage - And take this garbage with you.
[And with that we hit the ring again.]
Johnny Wilkins - Wow, Lewis and Cain treading on dangerous ground, Malicia Savage is no push over.
Ryan Antonelli - They are gonna come after her and Sinclaire, or as I like to call him… Father Time. Ha ha, and they are gonna get some more gold for the Syndicate.
Johnny Wilkins - Uh Ryan, the Syndicate has no gold.
Ryan Antonelli - I am looking towards the future Wilkins. After G-Funk takes the Heavyweight from all Tinkerbelle, and Hellcat and Cain get the tag straps… We will really run the show here.
Johnny Wilkins - Once again, you talk like you’re a member.
Ryan Antonelli - Stuff it douche, so is it time for Blaize to wreck Adams or what?
Johnny Wilkins - Actually yes, it is… time for our champion versus champion Main Event people! Aaron Blaize, the All Barrie champ facing our Heavyweight champion, Myke Adams!
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MAIN EVENT
Champion versus Champion
Non-Title
Myke Adams © Vs Aaron Blaize ©
["Lights Out" begins, a ripping guitar riff takes over the arena as the lights dim and begin to strobe in wild reds and golds. Beats begin is rapid succession now as the song truly begins, Aaron Blaize seen stepping out from behind the curtain, All Barrie title around his waist, the crowd heard booing wildly as he takes his time to survey the crowd around him, scowling and cocking his head upward as he glares into the masses.]
"Some are not worth saving
You are such a pretty mess
I will choke the LIIIIIFE within..."
[Blaize saunters down the aisle now as the lights begin to pulsate with the beat of the song in reds and golds. He finally makes it to the ring, the crowd heard jeering as he slowly and methodically stalks up the ring steps and ducks into the ring, the lights now seen quickening in their strobing.]
"And now your life... is BROOOOKEEEEEEEEN!"
[The chorus takes over in full effect as Blaize hops up onto the turnbuckle, staring into the crowd before him with a condescending look, looking down at them all as if they were inferior insects. He then tosses his arms out to his sides and glances skyward, closing his eyes, taking in all the negativity flowing towards him. He returns his demonic blue gaze to the crowd as he hops down and crosses the ring.]
"I can't afford to care
I can't afford to caaaaaaare."
[Blaize hops up on the opposite turnbuckle now as another riff takes over, the lights seen spiraling and strobing around Blaize, a single spotlight shining on him now, a sick and twisted smile seen crossing his face as he holds both arms out once again, taunting the fans of Simcoe County. He then releases the smile, glaring over his shoulder with his cold eyes, ready for action as he hops down, undoing his All Barrie title and handing it to the referee, who then takes to the ring side crew member.]
Ryan Antonelli - The future of Simcoe, right here folks. This is like if Jerzey had a brother… I am a one hundred percent Blaizer mark!
Johnny Wilkins - Well he has sent Samuel Hessingstock packing from Simcoe, and Greg Venom at War Games, well let’s just say he has not been friendly to the friends of our Heavyweight champion. Including Sydney LaRoux, who at one time he leveled with his nasty punt kick, the same one that bruised the face of Patrick McCarthy last Monday.
Ryan Antonelli - Well tonight he finishes off all that handy work as he proves to everyone just how talent less rainbow bright truly is!
Johnny Wilkins - I beg to differ, but I guess we find out now folks, here comes the Heavyweight champ!
[The crowd screams towards the entrance way now as the arena goes black, they stomp their feet and scream in delight as Myke’s new theme song, Skillet’s “Monster”, begins to literally pump itself from the P.A. system, they rush to the safety barricade and wait as the lights begin to flicker in a strobe like state with the opening song's opening throbbing drum and bass beat. The lights continue to go "nuts" as they flash erratically, the curtain draws back and Myke Adams, the Simcoe heavyweight champion, comes charging out. Myke has the SCCW Heavyweight strap hanging from the front of his waist line, one of the side straps tucked down in his baggy black cargo pants, his face painted in some wild design using darker blue and black, with a white base. He chest clad in a black tank top, and his customized arm covers over each arm in hues of black, blue, and white. He comes almost creeping out with the tone set by Skillet's song, his teeth shining white as he clinches them together with an almost energetic yet angry look of determination over his face, he stops and stares out over the crowd now as his head bangs a bit around with the music, whipping his multicolored hair around some now as he "freaks out" thrashing himself around and going wild before starting a half jog, half walk down the aisle way, his head bobbing with the music's beat as the song continues through its opening verse.]
"The secret side of me...
I never let you see...
I keep it caged, but I can't control it, so stay away from me, the beast...
Is ugly, I feel the rage, and I just can't hold it..."
[Myke finally takes off sprinting now, tugging the title from his waist line as he hustles down the aisle, slinging the title over a shoulder in order to allow both his free hands to continue slapping the outstretched palms of the excited crowd. He reaches the ring apron and slides under the ropes, jumping to his feet as he grabs the top rope with his right hand as he flings the title up over his head with his left, he bangs his head wildly with the music as his multi-colored hair whips around.]
"It's scratchin on the walls..
In the closet, in the halls...
It comes awake, and I can't control it...
Hidin' under the bed..
In my body, in my head..
Why won't somebody come and save me from this? Make it end!!!"
[Myke jumps in a single leap from the mat to the top turnbuckles of the nearest corner as the music hits the chorus for the first time. His hair flying around in a color mess as the painted warrior thrashing his neck and let's the music fuel his energetic arrival to the ring.]
"I feel it deep within,
Just beneath the skin...
I must confess that I feel like a monster!"
[He jumps backward now and twist in mid-air, still clutching the Superman styled heavyweight strap as he lands with great agility flush on both feet and rushes across the ring and scales to the second turnbuckle in a single leap, as he lands without effort and bangs his head around some more before throwing the title high over his head! The crowd screaming loud and cheering vigorously for him as he hops from the turnbuckles and Skillet's "Monster" dies off the P.A. The Suicidal Superman hands his championship top the referee and twist his neck around some, backing into a corner as his body sways back and fourth a bit with a calm yet frighteningly energetic stance.]
Johnny Wilkins - Myke seems aggressive, yet some how calm tonight… I’ve never seen him with this edge to him. He hit the ring like a run away train and now look at his eyes, they are slicing into Blaize like a diamond cutter.
Ryan Antonelli - Blaize is staring right back, he hates Myke for being fake, Adams hates him back for exposing that he’s a fake! Ha ha ha.
Johnny Wilkins - Doubtful. This is all about respect, and Blaize’s lack of it towards Adams and his closest friends.
[Blaize stands up tall as he walks calmly to the center of the ring, the crowd goes off with cheers as Adams does not, instead flying from the corner and straight into a tie up, he quickly snags a wrist of Blaize‘s and twist it before turning him on his heels. Aaron calls out in instant pain, slapping at his shoulder as Adams wrenches him with a wrist lock before finally pulling him in and ducking through before swinging a foot behind him, connecting with a twisting wrist lock into a spinning kick! Blaize hit’s the mat hard as the crowd scream in delight and he hurries to his feet! Adams screams out and pumps his hands to get the crowd louder. As Blaize and him now circle the ring a bit, Aaron throw his hand a bit, loosen the wrist Myke had just wrenched on.]
Johnny Wilkins - Wow, I have never seen Myke go into something like that.
Ryan Antonelli - He’s a dirty player, tonight he’ll prove it. He’s gonna have to prove he’s a scam artist, he can’t beat Blaize straight up.
[Blaize and Adams finally lock up again, Aaron this time ends it with a knee lift, smirking over the crowd as they boo, he plants two stiff shots with his fist into Myke’s painted face before quickly grabbing up Adams by his colorful hair and slinging him through the air and across the ring! The referee warning at him as Aaron calmly holds up both hands and moves the referee aside, rushing into Myke before he can stand as he begins to stomp at him with a malicious intent, over and over before he finally dives over the Heavyweight champion and slaps on a nasty arm breaker, Adams feet kicking around as he grimaces and fights to get free! The crowd clapping and screaming now.]
Crowd - LET’S GO SUP-ER-MAN! [Clap. Clap.] LET’S GO SUP-ER-MAN!
[Blaize face contorts in anger, he wrenches on harder and screams out, saliva exits his lips as he shouts at the Simcoe crowd.]
Aaron Blaize - SHUT UP!
[Myke grabs at his elbow, he fights with everything he has to break free, but Blaize has the arm breaker on tight. Wrapping a leg around Myke’s head now as he drops to the mat and turns the move into a modified arm bar, using his legs to squeeze at Myke’s head, smearing up his face paint some as the heavyweight champion screams out in agony and flops around trying to get free!]
Ryan Antonelli - Look at the skill, the brutality of that hold. He is grounding the top rope junkie! And not by busting up his legs, by simply out wrestling him!
Johnny Wilkins - Myke better fight out of this, he looks to be in immense pain here! Blaize is not going to let go and now the referee is asking Adams if he wishes to give in… It’s early but you never know.
[Myke shakes his head, reaching vigorously for the ropes with his free hand before he finally gets them, the crowd cheering as the referee forces Blaize to break the hold. Aaron refuses and the ref barks out a DQ count.]
ONE!
TWO!
[Aaron sneers at the ref before moving his legs and tossing Adams’ arm aside as he quickly stands up and snags Myke by the hair. The crowd stomping and chanting for Myke only to have Blaize wrap him into a side head lock, wrenching it wildly before he gets shoved off by Adams. Blaize hit’s the ropes as Myke ducks a lariat on his rebound, hitting the opposite ropes as the two then turn and collide square in the ring’s center. Blaize running over Myke with a nice shoulder block! Sitting up on his knees before he quickly dives near the grounded Adams and hooks him into a wicked dragon sleeper. Wrenching it in as he shakes his coal black hair around, Blaize’s icy blue eyes pierce the crowd as they get louder, trying with everything to rally their champion. Myke’s hands flying around as he fights the dreary feeling over taking his body. His arms slowly wear down as he begins to hardly move.]
Johnny Wilkins - Blaize is grappling the hell out of Myke here, these holds are wearing Adams down and fast!
[Myke stops moving, Blaize screams at the referee to test his arm. The ref lifts and drops it. Holding up a finger.]
ONE!
[He does it again.]
TWO!
[As soon as the referee grabs Myke’s wrist for a third time the crowd goes nuts, Myke pulls it quickly away and starts shaking it around, Blaize swinging his head to each side as he fights Adams down to the mat. But the Suicidal Superman forces the Antithesis to their knee and then feet, ba’am, two back elbows follow, loosen the hold. Before Myke then shoves Blaize into the nearest turnbuckles, and hard! The crowd jump to their feet as Myke has a look of anger over his paint smeared face, Blaize rams into the buckles chest first and bounces out quickly as Myke runs by him and up each buckle with ease, twisting in a corkscrew from the top buckle before catching Blaize with a wonderful, and wild looking neckbreaker! They both collide with the canvas, lying there Adams fights for breath as Blaize rubs at his neck and rolls to his forearms, his face etched with frustration as he fights to his hands and knees, stopping to rub at his neck and shoulder again as Myke brings the crowd to a rout, as he nails a kip-up to his feet and hit the ropes, Blaize standing just in time to greet Myke as he goes airborne and crashes into Aaron with a Lou Thez press! They hit the mat and Adams goes off, swinging wild punches down into Blaize over and over!]
Johnny Wilkins - HOLY! Myke is losing it in there, look at him swing away!
Ryan Antonelli - Those are dirty punches!
[Blaize shields himself the best he can, before the referee finally forces Adams off, warning a frustrated Myke as he glares at the ref before quickly brushing his colorful hair from his face. He bonds backward and into the ropes again now, before Blaize can even move Adams nails a cartwheel, fluidly turning it into a moonsault! The crowd chime in with a roaring “AWE!” as Blaize gets both knees up, Adams crunching down over them as he bounces off and clutches his torso in pain. Rolling a few feet away and kicking at the mat as his face paints a picture of the crunching impact it caused! His teeth showing as he grinds them in pain and fights his way to his hands and knees, Blaize rolls to his feet with a grin, he charges the Suicidal Superman and nails a swift soccer styled kick into his ribs! This sends Myke tumbling through the ropes and to the arena floor!]
Ryan Antonelli - That a boy Blaize, kick him while he’s down!
Johnny Wilkins - Those risky moves, Myke lives by em and seems to die by em!
[Blaize glares over the crowd as Adams struggles to his feet on the arena floor, using the canavas to steady his footing as Aaron cracks his neck a bit and grabs the top rope, vaulting over it and crashing into Myke with a body press!]
Johnny Wilkins - Blaize in the air! That was actually a nice move!
Ryan Antonelli - Ah you lose your faith in Tinks Wilkins?
Johnny Wilkins - No, but a solid move, is just that.
[Blaize gets up, holding a threatening fist at some near by fans as they taunt and scream at him. The referee making his count out as Blaize drags up Adams and Irish whips him into the safety barricade between them and the fans. It makes a loud smack as Adams’ body is going so fast it turns upside down as he impacts with the barricade and crashes down over the unforgiving arena floor on his neck and shoulders, folded over in pain. Blaize rolls under the ropes and back to the floor, he grabs Myke up as the ref screams for them to get it back in the ring. Blaize shakes his head, looking disgusted with the referee he Irish whips Adams again, this time into the steel ring steps as they explode on Myke’s impact! Flying apart as Adams falls to his knees, weary as Blaize charges in and nails him with a step up Shining Wizard! The Suicidal Superman crumbling to the floor before Blaize holds both his arms up.]
Aaron Blaize - YOUR CHAMPION!
[The crowd boo loudly as Aaron rolls under the ropes again, and back out. The referee getting angry as he starts his count over yet again, Blaize tugs Myke up, the crowd erupt as Myke somehow fights through his pain and levels Blaize with a surprise European uppercut. Blaize stumbles back and has no time to block it as Myke goes horizontal with the arena floor, throwing out both legs before him and cracking his feet into Blaize’s chest with a falling double footed dropkick! Blaize tumbles on his back and rolls to his stomach, fighting to get up as Myke jumps up to the apron, the referee contesting a bit before Myke takes off running along the apron as Aaron comes to a stand… As he does, Adams dives backward, nailing a shooting star press styled flip and catching Blaize somehow in the process with a Hurricanrana! The crowd goes nuts with screams of delight.]
Johnny Wilkins - I have never… What in the World was that!
Ryan Antonelli - That was insane, how in the hell does that guy do that crap?! He’s gotta be juicing his calves.
Johnny Wilkins - What?!
[Myke pulls Aaron up now and shoves him under the ropes, Blaize rolling to his back, dazed a bit as he fights his way to a weary stand, Myke jumps to the apron and then the center of the top rope, spring boarding into the ring as he twist in the air looking for a flying leg clothesline. The crowd’s screaming goes silent as Blaize somehow catches him on his shoulders, stomach down, and the two twist around as the Antithesis splatters Myke over the mat with a vile Falling Cutter!]
Ryan Antonelli - YES! The Trail Blazer, from nowhere! What a fighter.
Johnny Wilkins - That was impressive, Aaron may have this one people as he makes a cover!
[The crowd boo and stomp as Aaron slides over Myke now, pulling up and leg and making a pin. The referee pounding the mat as the arena grows louder and louder.]
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO!
[Aaron’s eyes say it all, he cannot believe it as Adams somehow kicks out! He shoves Blaize from him and rolls under the nearest ropes, gasping for air as he stumbles into the safety barricade, the fans there begins patting their hands all over Myke and trying to shower him with their support. Blaize is not far behind though as he drops out of the ring as well, following Myke and only giving Adams a brief breather as he crashes into him with a blur of kicks and punches, before Aaron grabs Myke’s arm and sending him right into the ring post with an Irish whip! Blaize chasing right after as the crowd goes off again, Myke jumping up and connecting both feet somehow into the ring post as he springs himself backward, connecting into the approaching Aaron with a risky looking twisting plancha! Myke lands just as hard to the floor as Aaron however, without proper preparation for the impact from such a risky move, and they both go down as the referee’s count out continues. Both shaken to the core by this move’s impact!]
Johnny Wilkins - Oh man, that was nasty. They aren’t getting up, and the referee is counting here.
Ryan Antonelli - Get up Blaize, come on fight the pain!
[Adams and Blaize both stir, the referee at seven on his count by this point, the crowd screaming, stomping the two on. They are both up now, grabbing at the apron, struggling to get up as the crowd gets even louder we see Galactix rushes down the aisle with the same chair he used to defeat McCarthy earlier in the night. The referee sees this and stops his count, hustling from the ring and trying to cut Galactix off, little does he see Kirsta Lewis has snaked her way through the crowd and jumped the safety railing. She springs forward and cracks the poor referee in his face with vicious Hell’s Bitch Superkick!]
Johnny Wilkins - WHAT ARE THEY DOING!?
Ryan Antonelli - Adams should not have let Rosie Cheeks pull her little stunt, he’s a dead man Wilkins, DEAD!
[Blaize has drug himself under the ropes a bit as Galactix reaches Adams, trash flying from the crowd as he cracks the chair down over Myke’s back with a loud smack! Adams arches his back and stumbles from the apron, Galactix grabbing him before he can fall and quickly unfolding the chair and wrapping it over the Suicidal Superman’s head. In the ring, Blaize is battling to his feet, unaware it seems of what is taking place. Galactix rams Adams into the ring post with the chair around his head and neck! The crowd in shock as their boos continue to radiate and more trash comes out. Galactix ripping the chair from Myke as he begins to pelt him over and over with punches! Kirsta almost like a Tigress protecting the attacking Galactix as Blaize gets to his knees in the ring, a smirk crossing his face as he sees the attack. Aaron drops from the ring, grabbing up his All Barrie title from the time keepers as he backs up the aisle way now, watching on in amusement as an enraged Galactix pummels the wreathing Myke Adams.]
Johnny Wilkins - This is ridiculous, get someone out here! COME ON!
Ryan Antonelli - I have never seen Galactix this pissed, he is trying to cripple Tinkerbelle!
[Blaize stops at the entrance curtain, his sadistic grin remains as he watches some security come flooding out along side Sydney LaRoux. Blaize shakes his head and heads through the curtains leaving Myke to his “fate”.]
Winner: Match Thrown Out.
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Johnny Wilkins - Here comes Sydney and some guards, look at Kirsta, she is warning Galactix! And he won’t stop hitting Myke!
[Myke’s face is a smeared mess of paint and blood now as he lies in a crumbled mess, Galactix jumping up and heading with Kirsta around the opposite side of the ring from the guards as Sydney slides across the arena floor on her knees, grabbing up Myke as she screams out towards Kirsta and Galactix. The guards surround Myke as Galactix screams back at LaRoux, pointing at her with his face red in anger. Kirsta patting a hand on his chest as they go to head up the aisle way. Suddenly “Praise” by Sevendust begins to creep from the PA, the crowd booing and chanting out.]
Crowd - GFUNK SUCKS! GFUNK SUCKS!
[Justin Rose comes marching through the curtains, dressed in his usual custom print Tee and pair of faded jeans, his hair in a ponytail as he closes his eyes and barks into a microphone in his hand.]
Justin Rose - SHUT OFF THE MUSIC!
[Sevendust is cut off as the crowd continue to chant, we see Sydney trying to help Adams up, Myke is beaten and looks almost possessed as somehow through all the pain and bleeding he snaps away from Sydney and charges around the ring, the crowd going crazy as he nears Galactix, who turns his attention from Rose just in time to greet a nasty spear like take down from the Heavyweight champion! Myke swinging around his own wild fist now as Justin hustles down the aisle, screaming into his mic.]
Justin Rose - BREAK THEM UP DAMMIT! BREAK THEM UP!
[Kirsta is about to help Galactix, before she backs away at the sight of Sydney and the security guards as they drag Adams off quickly. Galactix rushing up as half the guard branch off and work their best to keep them apart, Adams and Galactix screaming at each, Myke’s face a bloodied mess of face paint and Galactix now with a busted nose.]
Justin Rose - HEY!
[The two continue to scream at one another, Sydney working to calm Adams, Kirsta doing the same to Galactix. Justin reaches them now and gets between the two groups, snapping his fingers around as he screams even louder.]
Justin Rose - HEEEEEY!!!
[Finally the two groups look at him, Justin calming himself as he adjust his T-shirt and sneers at Myke, then gives Galactix and almost disgusted glance.]
Justin Rose - You two cannot, and WILL NOT continue to do this… NOT on Jim Diamond’s SHOW! I mean sure G-funk you’re my boy and I am all Syndicate man, but I have to retain my own job bro, and Jim is not happy! He is tired of this, tired of his main events being ruined by this little skirmish between you two!
[Adams struggles to get free, even throwing a ball of spit at his own brother. The crowd chanting now as Justin tries to talk over them.]
Justin Rose - Save your spit little brother… I have worked things out. You two want to kill each other, you wanna bleed the other out and see who rightfully deserves the title? FINE! But it will not be with any more interference from Kirsta, sadly. Or you, Jerzey left overs.
[He points at Sydney, who shakes her head and blows him off, continuing to try and calm Adams, who retains his struggle to get at them. Galactix doing the same. Justin slaps the microphone causing some nasty noise to fill the PA, everyone, crowd included shrill at the sound.]
Justin Rose - Next Monday, you Galactix will get your rematch. [Crowd booing now.] And Myke, baby brother you’ll have no excuses, neither of you will. The SCCW Heavyweight title is on the line next Monday in our main event… in a… CAGE MATCH! No excuses, NONE!
[Galactix finally calms a bit, clapping with Kirsta now as he shoots an evil glare towards Myke. Adams bloodied face finally catching up with him as he struggles less and less before nearly collapsing into Sydney.]
Justin Rose - Now come on Galactix, we have the chance of a life time to get ready for… leave him to his own mess, you ask for this Myke… You have NOTHING.
[Rose tosses the microphone into the group by Adams, they move aside as we see Sydney go down with Myke to the arena floor, Adams fighting to try and get back up but the blood loss is too much. EMTs passing by Justin as he motions Kirsta and Galactix to follow him back the aisle. They do, Kirsta heading straight back with him as Galactix watches the EMTs swarm the fallen Heavyweight champion, an evil grin over his face now as we see Justin tug on his arm, snapping him out of his stare as the Syndicate disappear backstage. We close in on a shot of the bloodied Adams, shoving away EMTs as he struggles to try and get up now.]
Ryan Antonelli - New champion, one week folks… look how far he was willing to go Wilkins. It’s over for Tinkerbelle.
Johnny Wilkins - That was ridiculous and uncalled for… this whole situation is one shady turn after another. I guess we will find out next week if the Suicidal Superman can prevail against this diabolical and systematic breakdown from the Syndicate… Tune in next week folks, Heavyweight title cage match, this could be the match of the year.
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