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Monday Night Aggression November 16th 2009
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[We see Justin Rose sitting behind a desk, thumbing through paperwork. The door to the office flies open, slamming against the wall. Jay Jerzey storms in with the BARBARIC Championship hanging over his shoulder, and an envelope in his hand. Jay's face is red as his taped hands throw the envelope down on the desk in front of Rose.]
Justin Rose - I understand that you're the BARBARIC Champion, Jay, but you still should knock.
[Jay buries his index finger into the top of the envelope.]
Jay Jerzey - According to this envelope, you lying sonuva bitch, if I don't return my title to the Championship Committee within 30 days, I'll be fined and suspended. Mind telling me what that's about?
[Justin stumbles as he picks up the envelope and removes the letter. He looks at it as the color drains from his face. Justin looks up as very few words come from his lips. His hand lightly trembles.]
Jay Jerzey - I'm about to give you the beating Michael never gave Lorena, you slimy prick.
[Jay lunges over the desk, nailing Justin in the face with the title pushing Justin backwards, sending the legs of the chair under the desk. Jay begins delivering right hands to Justin's face. Jay's once white taped fist turns into a crimson as Rose begins to bleed. Jay stands up and grabs Rose by the shirt, pulling him to his feet. Jay grabs Justin by the collar and the back of his pants, throwing him across the top of the desk, knocking off all of the paperwork and picture frames. Jay picks Rose up once again, in a gut wrench. He flings Rose up over his right shoulder, looking for a Saint Killer. Instead of dropping Rose on his head, Jay charges forward and launches him head first into the wall. Justin lays on his back, either unconscious or semi-conscious. Jay walks behind the desk and grabs his title belt by the strap, dragging it behind him as he opens the door and leaves. As Jay exits the office, the camera continues to follow him. Jay bumps shoulders with Myke Adams after turning a right in the hallway. Myke looks at Jay, who gets a smirk on his face.]
Jay Jerzey - Something happened, Myke, it's Justin...
[Myke looks at Jay with a puzzled look.]
Jay Jerzey - I think he may need a... Super Hero...
[Jay laughs as he continues down the corridor. Myke looks at Jay as he runs in the direction of Justin's office. Myke shoves his way in and sees the wreck of his older brother, diving to his knees as he tries to help the bleeding Justin up, almost out of it, Rose grabs at Myke‘s arm.]
Justin Rose - G-funk, thanks brother…
[Rose’s eyes open wider as he sees the painted face of Myke Adams, tearing his way from Myke. Who seems almost ticked that he was mistaken for Galactix. Rose shoves himself along the floor, almost frantic and in pain he holds out a shielding hand.]
Justin Rose - Don’t Myke!
[Adams stands, his head tilts as he almost seems amused by his brother’s agonizing state. He steps forward and looks down over Justin, Rose peering up at him as Adams grins behind his eccentric face paint.]
Myke Adams - I’ll call the janitor, get this “mess” cleaned up.
[Myke says the word “mess” with obvious under tones about Justin, he turns and heads out, Justin shaking a bit as he grabs at the desk to pull himself up, he falls back over. Making a larger mess before we now see a shocked Paul Cain and Kirsta Lewis arrive on scene as they rush inside the room to catch him.]
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DARK MATCH
Single Match
Henrik Vs. Damion Darkside
[Damion Darkside wrestled this match with far more aggression then we have seen from him in quite some time, methodically working on Henrik‘s legs through out as the crowd rallied themselves behind the Nordic Nightmare. Right as it seemed Darkside had it won, he latched up and looked for his headlock driver, the Ballad of a Paralyzed Citizen only to have Henrik reverse it with a nasty Northern Lights Suplex! Henrik went on a roll from there crunching Darkside with a nasty choke slam before twisting him over his shoulders and ending the match with a pin fall after laying out Damion with his Stockholm Sting!]
Winner - Henrik
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DARK MATCH #2
Single Match
The Nightmare Child Vs Sally Screw
[TNC and Sally really had the crowd going from the get go, both hit a set of their own choice impact moves. Sally even going from the top turnbuckles with a wild flying elbow drop at one point! The two battled it out, back and fourth for most of the match. TNC unleashing a ring shaking power bomb onto Sally, grabbing up Screw‘s feet as she attempted to lock on a figure four! Sally shoved her off somehow with her feet, using the ropes to drag herself up as TNC charged her only to get a face full of Sally‘s foot as Screw leveled TNC with the Sally Fourth before rolling over her for a hard earned pin fall!]
Winner: Sally Screw
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[The Feed for MNA #22, November 16th 2009 now begins…]
[We are taken backstage as Monday Night Aggression opens, we see the Heavyweight champion, The Suicidal Superman Myke Adams, his hair red and blond, wet and messy. His face already painted up in another wild design as he bounces in front of a mirror in what appears to be his locker space. We see a sink top with the Superman styled title laying over it, Myke checks his black tank top and custom made arm covers, colored in red, black and white tonight. Before he stops moving and leans both hands over the sink counter, just staring at his reflection. His gaze is broken by a gentle rapping at the door, in the mirror we see it crack open and Sydney LaRoux peer inside. Looking concerned as he doesn't say a word or even turn his head to look at her. We catch his eyes however, fixated on her reflection in mirror.]
Sydney LaRoux - Myke?
[He finally turns now, pressing himself to a seat along the sinks as he folds his arms. He gazes at Sydney for a second before finally saying something.]
Myke Adams - Yea?
[She timidly opens the door as if she has something to say and slips in glancing behind her only for a moment expecting someone to be watching her.]
Sydney LaRoux - I know you have the cage match tonight and everything, and Justin is sorta running the show… but if you get in trouble… I am going to be there.
[She stood before him with her hand drifting to her hip rather defiantly.]
Myke Adams - Syd… Look…
[She sighs heavily and cuts him off.]
Sydney LaRoux - No, listen. You are all I have going for me right now… and I know your a big boy and can handle yourself but last week I watched you barely be able to open your eyes because of them… I want to be by your side… as your partner.
[Sydney moves closer to Myke and drops into a crouch in front of him with her hand on his thigh. He looks down at her before grabbing her behind each elbow and bringing her to a stand before him, almost ashamed with himself he peers off toward the floor beside them.]
Myke Adams - Well you can be by my side… afterward. Regardless of how this turns out. I just want no excuses from him after tonight, because I am planning on letting it all go out there. And when it is all said and done, I don’t want him to be able to cry any longer.
[Sydney closes her eyes gently and then shakes her head softly turning away somewhat from him semi-dejectedly. Myke reaches out a hand to her chin and turns it to him with a rather serious expression.]
Myke Adams - I know what I'm doing. Trust me. I have to do this alone tonight.
[He tries to crack a reassuring smile, looking rather borderline insane behind that crazy face paint, which makes her smile a little too.]
Sydney LaRoux- If that is what you want.. Then okay. But after tonight… well all bets are off, Mr. Adams.
[She smiles slyly at him, half using that motherly tone, one that was a joke between just them as starts to walk out. Myke watches her go, the door closing as he turns back to the mirror, his nose crinkling as his mind seems somewhere else, he says nothing just continues to glare at his painted reflection as we head to ring side.]
Ryan Antonelli - Ah how sweet Lois and Clarke… ha ha ha, but anyhow before I puke… Hey all you brainless geeks, Ryan “I own You” Antonelli here with Johnny “the Crabby Patty secret Formula” Wilkins! Welcome to SCCW Monday Night Aggression!!!
[We hear Wilkins re enter the booth, from an apparent time away.]
Johnny Wilkins - Hey we ready to go?
[Antonelli begins to laugh.]
Ryan Antonelli - Already been going man, sit down buckle up and get ready for the riiiide!
Johnny Wilkins - Wait, you started without me?
[Ryan chuckles again, ignoring the question as the scene shifts over to show Sally Screw in the backstage area with an armload of hand made signs. She is just starting to pick them up when a security man appears in the doorway, blocking her exit into the studio hallways.]
SECURITY # 1 - Sorry Miss Screw. We have orders from SCCW management, not to let you enter the studio area with those signs.
Sally Screw - Step out of my way boys. I’d hate to have to run ya over.
SECURITY #1 - Sorry Miss Screw. We have orders. There is to be no interruption of the show. Management has gotten wind of what you plan to do and we are here to make sure you are stopped.
Sally Screw - And just what is it that I am supposed to have planned.
SECURITY #1 - We’ve been informed that you plan to seat yourself in the audience opposite the cameras, holding up signs to promote yourself, your band and your desire to appear on more telecasts.
Sally Screw - Really now? Little old me? What kind of troublemaker do you think I am?
SECURITY # 1 - That’s not my call ma’me. But you better step back and drop those posters right now.
Sally Screw - A challenge?
[She drops the posters on the bench and placed her left foot over them, resting her elbow on the raised knee to continue the conversation. Sally looks over the shoulder of the burly 6’5, well muscled man to see 5 more such specimens waiting in the hallways.]
Sally Screw - 5 against one? Aren’t those odds a bit unfair?
SECURITY # 1 - It’ll do the job we need to do.
[Sally shakes her head.]
Sally Screw - No I meant it the other way around. I think you better go get some more guys fella, cuz 5 against me just isn’t going to cut it pudding pop!
[She stomps her left foot forward suddenly, causing the security man to suddenly step back as well.]
Sally Screw - Not as confident now are you.
[But before things could escalate any further, Sally’s friend Braxton Hicks steps into the frey between them.]
Braxton Hicks - Whoooooaaaa, there Sal. Let’s think about this for a minute here. No need to go and do things to the extreme here. Let’s say we agree that you can kick their behinds and leave it at that. If you do it for real it might not smooth things over with SCCW management. And it is SCCW, whom we are trying to ask to do us some favors now, isn’t it?
[Sally doesn’t budge an inch as she continues to stare down the now, unsettled security man. But just as suddenly as her mood soured, it brightens up once again.]
Sally Screw - Mmmmmmph! You’re right Brax. We do need to keep things cool around here. I’m sure SCCW will not take kindly to me man-handling their backstage flunkies. There’s a time and a place for things. Maybe I best turn my attention to the matter of who squealed on me and ran to the SCCW with my plan.
Braxton Hicks - Sounds good to me, Sal. Sounds good to me.
[We are then taken to a shot of Damion Darkside who is sitting on a stack of crates talking to a blond lady we know as his ex Christa, except she looks a bit different know, her hair is streaked with black, thick black eyeliner and a white dress on smattered in 'blood', Damion seems a bit exhausted from his match with Henrik earlier as his hair looks damp, he's seen there rocking back and forth with her standing by him when Anita comes walking by, Christa's eyes open wide and she yelps, grabbing Anita by the arm and dragging her to Damion.]
Christa - Excuussseee me, Anita right?
Anita Naylor - Yes?
Christa - Excuusssseee me but do you know who this is?
[She points to Damion, and kisses him.]
Anita Naylor - Damion Darkside...
[Anita seems uncomfortable.]
Christa - Wrong, you dumb BITCH!
[Anita doesn't seem to amused by this woman she doesn't even know.]
Anita Naylor - Who, who is he then?
[Damion suddenly becomes rock steady, and cranks his head up slowly to look at Anita, staring at her for a few seconds, before bursting out in laughter which scares Anita, then just as soon as he started, he stopped, and slid off the crates he was sitting on, looking Anita in the eyes.]
Damion Darkside - The HORROR...The Damion you all knew is gone. He went Bye-Bye. The Damion you see in front of you now, well...Words are a little weak around here aren't they Christa?
[Christa, who is on his arm, nods, before reaching behind Damion and grabbing something.]
Damion Darkside - We would rather show people...That's more fun. Me and The Trinity, but they aren't here right now. They are getting ready for their match, So I will show you....
[Christa hides what she got behind her back, before quickly stepping to the side and behind Anita, beginning to tie her up, she struggles but Damion grabs a hold of her and lets Christa finish. Damion then reaches from behind the crates and grabs a bucket, He tilts his head back and drains the bucket of what looks like some form of blood onto his head, catching some in his mouth, he looks at Anita now, his face covered, he tilts his head to the side with eyes wide, and spits the 'blood' out in her face, before cackling as Christa grabs a switchblade from her boots and cuts the ties on Anita, allowing her to slip and slide her way out of the area while screaming as Christa and Damion both laugh.]
Damion Darkside - OH BOY THAT WAS FUN....Soon though...shits gonna get BARBARIC!!!
[Damion and Christa walk off out of the view of the camera. We head to the ring now for our opening bout!]
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Tag Team Match
Joshua Baker/Dexter Somers Vs S&M (Scarlett Willis & Patrick McCarthy)
[“Raining Blood” by Slayer blares over the PA system as Unholy Trinity members, “The Angel of Hate” Joshua Baker and Dexter Somers, slowly make their way toward the ring. Baker and Somers scowl and the fans, recoiling at attempts to touch them as they make their way into the ring.]
Johnny Wilkins – Known around the wrestling world and the National Wrestling Alliance as one of the most brutal and dominating factions in recent memory, the Unholy Trinity has arrived here in Simcoe County.
Ryan Antonelli – And they’re arriving with a bang instead of a whimper, Wilkins. The Trinity said they were going to make “sacrificial lambs” out of Scarlett and McCarthy, and that is EXACTLY what they are going to do.
Johnny Wilkins – They are an intimidating force – no doubt – but the team of S & M has been virtually untouchable here in SCCW. Push-overs, or “lambs”, they are not.
Ryan Antonelli – That changes tonight. Lambs to the slaughter. And it’s about damn time.
[The opening bars of “Jerk It Out” by the Caesars begin to play as arena lights go down. The music then suddenly stutters as if on a turn table and blares into the guitar riff of “Unbroken” by Monster Magnet as matching pink and green strobe lights scattering across the arena. The crowd roars to its feet as the fan favorite team of Scarlett and Patrick McCarthy burst through the curtain. Scarlett is out first, bounding to the ring and slapping high-fives to the fans along the aisle-way. McCarthy follows closely behind, reaching out his hands to the fans but keeping his eyes focused on the ring. His gaze his met by the stare-down from Baker and Somers.]
Johnny Wilkins – And here they are, S &M; the former longest reigning and undefeated All-Barrie Tag Team champions.
Ryan Antonelli – That’s the past, you cad, and the Unholy Trinity are the future.
[Baker steps out onto the apron and Somers stays in his corner as Scarlett scales the far turnbuckles, pumping up the fans. McCarthy keeps himself facing his opponents, wary after several months of assaults from behind, and between Scarlett and the Trinity. After a brief game of Rock, Paper, Scissors (which McCarthy loses) and a game of Hot Hands (which he, again, loses), McCarthy steps out onto the apron allowing Scarlett Willis to start the match. As the match starts Somers goes for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Scarlett smartly avoids a battle of strength, dropping to a knee and slipping into a rear waist lock. Somers, a strong technical wrestler, reaches between his legs and pulls one of Scarlett’s legs out from underneath her. But before he can gain the advantage, Scarlett puts her boot into his ass and shoves him off the ropes, Somers hops over Scarlett who springs quickly back to her feet and snaps off a hurricranna that says Somers sprawling back into his corner, and he does not look pleased. Before Somers can seek his recompense, Joshua Baker reaches over the ropes and tags himself in. Though Somers isn’t pleased, he obliges his elder partner and mentor and steps aside. On the other side of the ring, McCarthy asks for and receives the tag from Scarlett.]
Johnny Wilkins – The Angel of Hate against the former Saint.
Ryan Antonelli – Is this Sesame Street or wrestling, Wilkins? Only I may rhyme, and ONLY when making inappropriate jokes. For example, there was one a man from Nantucket…
[The two veterans meet in the center of the ring, and McCarthy obliges a collar-and-elbow tie up. The larger and stronger Baker gets the advantage and forces McCarthy down to a knee then allows McCarthy to struggle back up, wasting his energy, before delivering a knee lift right into McCarthy’s sternum. Baker follows up with a go-behind, and locks a reverse waistlock on McCarthy, delivering a release German suplex… but McCarthy back-flips through and lands on his feet. Baker turns and his caught in the jaw with a superkick, McCarthy follows up by hitting the ropes and hitting a Busaiku Flying Knee strike, but the resulting pin attempt ends with a strong kick out at two from Baker. McCarthy goes for the tag to Scarlett, but Somers enters the ring and clips the right knee of McCarthy from behind and delivering several quick hard stomps to it before dragging McCarthy away from his corner. Somers returns to his corner and gets the staggering tag from Baker. Somers immediately enters the ring and lands a dropkick to the back of McCarthy right leg, knocking him down again. Not wasting a moment, Somers locks in a figure-four leg lock, pushing himself up on his hands and applying hard pressure on McCarthy’s legs and knees. As the referee checks on McCarthy, Somers raises his arms up and Baker reaches over the ropes, lifting Somers off the mat and increasing the pressure on McCarthy’s legs. The referee catches this, so Baker tags in. Somers keeps the hold until Somers delivers a kick to McCarthy’s exposed knee. Baker stalks an injured McCarthy before lifting him to his feet. Baker Irish whips McCarthy, but McCarthy’s leg gives out and he crumbles half-way to the ropes. Baker presses his advantage and delivers Angelic Damnation, a vicious lariat that sends McCarthy spinning through the air. He follows up with a pin attempt.]
One…
Two…
Thr-kick out by McCarthy.
Ryan Antonelli – Dammit!
Johnny Wilkins – And Joshua Baker was that close to scoring the win.
Ryan Antonelli – In time, Wilkins, in time.
[Baker lifts and drags him to his corner, tagging in Somers with the instructions to finish off McCarthy. Somers lifts McCarthy straight-up and hits an inverted atomic drop, leaving McCarthy on his feet, staggering on one leg in the center of the ring. Since Somers can’t whip McCarthy off the ropes, he gets a little momentum up himself and lifts McCarthy up for the Somerslam! But McCarthy reverses it into a tornado DDT! The crowd goes apeshit as Scarlett is pounding the turnbuckle and leaning over for the tag. McCarthy drags himself to the corner and tags Scarlett in. Somers tags in Baker. Scarlett is faster into the ring though and catches Baker between the ropes with a running kick right to the temple. Baker tumbles into the ring allowing Scarlett to scale the turnbuckle, Baker gets back to his feet, top rope hurricranna from Scarlett! Somers charges Scarlett, but she sidesteps and sends him out of the ring over the ropes! Baker gets back to his feet as Scarlett turns, boot to the midsection from Baker doubles Scarlett over. Baker lifts her high into the air looking for the Golden Ticket! REVERSED! INTO BLURRED VISION! Scarlett drops Baker with Blurred Vision! She looks to the corner for McCarthy who has very slowly made his way to the top rope on his bad knee, he’s balanced unsteadily on one leg… McCarthy leaps, but not into the ring… but to the outside onto a recovering Dexter Somers! Scarlett covers Baker…]
One…
Two….
Three!
Winners: S&M
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Ryan Antonelli – NO!!!
[The crowd goes apeshit as the referee raises Scarlett’s hand in victory. She is brief to celebrate however, as she slides out of the ring to check on McCarthy, whom she helps back to his feet.]
Johnny Wilkins - Nicely done from a legendary Simcoe tag team!
Ryan Antonelli - Paddy Cake makes me sick… Just sick! And his little sugar momma ain’t much better!
[We are taken backstage now, the camera pans up from the tiled floor of a back hall to the determined Heavyweight champion of Simcoe, Myke Adams. His hair a deep shade of red hues mixed with its natural dirty blond, his face nearly hidden behind a mess of eccentric face paint. Shades of red, black, silver and white. He has the Superman styled championship snapped tightly around his trim waistline, his baggy black cargo pants shooting out from it’s bottom and covering his legs. He tugs at his custom made, red, black and white arm covers. Pulling them to comfort as he whips his hair around a bit, loosening his neck a bit as we see Anita Naylor come into view. Patting a hand over Myke’s chest, covered in a tight fitting black tank top. He stops walking, glaring down to her as she smiles wide.]
Anita Naylor - Mr. Superman! Like hey, how are ya? Care to give us all a word about your big cage match with Galac…
Myke Adams - No.
[He cuts her off, Anita taken back by his stern use of the N word. She looks at the camera in doubt, Myke starts walking again and she follows along, the camera moving about a bit as it remains at their front.]
Anita Naylor - Are you like sure? We all know things have went from a small flame to a full out forest fire between yourself and Galactix. People wanna know your feelings…
[Adams stops again, almost uncharacteristically he lets his brow inward as he almost seems ready to punch Anita out. Getting close to her face and microphone as his voice comes out full of animosity as he nearly growls.]
Myke Adams - Tell em to watch the Main Event. The words are over… the time for action is now.
[He stands back up, almost sneering as he pushes forward, Anita not following now as she shrugs at the camera. It turns and just catches Adams turn a corner before we hear a loud smack of flesh on flesh, Anita and the camera quickly rush around the corner after Adams.]
Anita Naylor - W-what!?
[Anita backs off, running down the corridor as the camera focuses in on a downed Adams. We then see a black wrestling boot, adorned with red tribal patterns step near Myke's face. Finally, a black taped hand reaches down, grabbing the reddish blonde hair of the Heavyweight Champion up in a clump. The camera pulls back now, revealing the rage contorted face of Aaron Blaize, almost seething, breathing through his clenched teeth as he crouches low over the prone body of Adams, bending over to look him in the eyes.]
Aaron Blaize - I want you to remember this moment... Adams... I want you to... I want...
[Adams is still writhing in pain, clearly trying his best to escape his predicament. Blaize, however, flies off the handle, SLAMMING a forearm over the back of Adams' neck, sending him back to the floor. Blaize then stomps on the back of Adams' head, his demonic blue eyes radiating a cruel aura.]
Aaron Blaize - DAMMIT, LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!!!
[This sends the crowd in attendance into a frenzy of boos as Blaize shifts positions again, getting in front of Adams, forcing him to look into his demonic blue eyes. The SCCW Heavyweight Title falls from Adams' waist, hitting the floor with a clank as Myke is heard, struggling for breath, struggling against the iron grip of Blaize.]
Aaron Blaize - Remember this moment well, "Superman." I want you to suffer and writhe in pain... wallow in your sin, and SCREAM as everything you hold dear vanishes from in front of you. It started with a Scorpion, which evolved into Venom... and now... I only shudder to think of what's next, CHAMP!
[Blaize almost pie faces Adams back to floor, Myke seen crawling to the wall, using it as leverage to get to his feet. Blaize bends over, picking up the Heavyweight Title, admiring it's shiny, golden surface a bit, the crowd heard booing.]
Aaron Blaize - Pity...
[As Aaron utters the word, Adams gets to his feet, almost simultaneously to be met with his own Heavyweight Belt back into his face. Adams hits the floor once more, and Blaize sneers as he tosses the belt over the prone body of Adams. Security arrives and barricades Blaize from the fallen Champion, grabbing Blaize around the waist, almost shoving him away from the scene. Blaize can only offer up a laugh as he's escorted away from the scene.]
Aaron Blaize - Good luck out there tonight...
[More boos are heard as we focus back in on Adams, who is promptly being attended to, his face paint smeared a good bit as he wreaths in agony, laying face first over the floor as he is heard cursing loudly as he slams his hand on the tiled floor.]
Myke Adams - GOD DAMMIT!
[It quickly cuts back to the ring, Adams flipping out in pain as he shoves at the EMTs and security trying to help him.]
Ryan Antonelli - Look at Blaizer school the face painted fairy king!
Johnny Wilkins - I have never seen Adams like that, I dunno if even Galactix and Blaize know what they have done!
Ryan Antonelli - They’ve brought out the real Myke Adams, the selfish son of a bi…
Johnny Wilkins [interrupts] - NO, he is actually just tired of all the drama, the attacks and the verbal back and fourths. Never have I seen Adams this stoic and determined, yet some how wired and frantic. This main event is going to be crazy! And now with Blaize attacking him like that… who knows what shape he’ll be in to face Galactix! This is sure to be insane…
Ryan Antonelli - Speaking of which, Matt Michaels must be just that! He is about to come out here and face my boy, Jay F’N Jerzey!!!
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Single’s Match
Jay Jerzey Vs Matt Michaels
["Big Pimpin'" by Jay-Z resonates through the P.A. System, as the lights in the arena begin to flicker on and off. "The College All-Star" Matt Michaels makes his way out onto the entrance ramp. He holds his red solo cup, full of what has to be alcohol, into the air, and the fans go nuts. He leans his head back, and chugs the contents, and throws the cup into the crowd. He takes a running go, and slides underneath the bottom rope, and into the ring.]
Ryan Antonelli - I'm so sick of seeing this kid, what is his purpose?
[The opening drum solo for "Debonaire" by Dope begins to play. As the drum continues to play over the PA system, a light fog of dry ice fills in front of the curtain. As the song picks up and the guitar is added to the drums, Jay Jerzey explodes through the curtain. He stands amidst the dry ice, wearing a white leather jacket with black designs on it. He looks down at both of his hands, which are cupped just a few inches from his chest. A sadistic smile crosses his face as he looks around the crowd. Jay throws his hands down while quickly walking to the rhythm of the song. As he makes his way down the aisle, he allows the fans to touch his arms and back. As Jay gets to the ring, he pulls himself up onto the apron with one knee and looks back at the entryway for a few seconds. Jay pulls himself up to two feet and climbs in between the top and middle ropes. Jay pulls himself up on the middle rope of the turn post to his right. He looks down at his hands like he did at the beginning of his entrance. He then looks up, still holding his hands in position and stares a hole through half of the crowd. Jay swings his right foot out and uses his momentum to swing his body around off the rope while lowering his hands. He removes his jacket and backs into the corner while dropping it over the top rope to the floor.]
Ryan Antonelli - Jay let those scummy peons touch him, Wilkins.
Johnny Wilkins - Jay's been acting odd these past few days, Ryan, I have no idea what's going on in his head.
[The bell sounds and the two get to the middle of the ring, staring each other down. Jay hits a quick stiff forearm to Michaels' chin, sending him stumbling back, Jay hits another, putting Matt in the corner. Jay goes for a chop, Matt ducks, sending Jay into the corner. Matt begins laying in with quick right hands. Jay reverses, putting Matt into the corner and delivers his own set of right hands, the crowd explodes. Jay sets Matt up on the top rope and climbs to the second rope, looking for a suplex. Matt blocks it by holding onto the top rope. Jay tries again, Matt blocks it. Jay is then shoved off of the rope by Matt, and lands perfectly aligned in the corner. Matt stands up on the top rope and launches himself off, looking for a guillotine leg drop, Jay rolls out of the way, sending Matt to the ground.]
Johnny Wilkins - These two are leaving everything out there tonight, this place is going crazy.
Ryan Antonelli - If you say so, Wilkins.
[Both men stand up and square off in the center of the ring, exchanging words. Jay slaps Matt across the face with his right hand, Matt responds with a slap from his left. They exchange more slaps. Jay then delivers a front chop to Matt's chest. Matt looks furious, answering back with the same to Jay. The two tie up, Jay Irish whips Matt, Matt ducks a lariat, Jay quickly spins around, Matt nails an Enzuigiri, sending Jay down to one knee. Matt hurries up and plants Jay with a DDT. He hooks the leg, but Jay quickly kicks out.]
Johnny Wilkins - That was amazing!
Ryan Antonelli - Yeah, that was a dozen hot wings, and one pizza with everything...
Johnny Wilkins - Are you ordering food?
Ryan Antonelli - Is that what it looks like I'm doing?
[Jay gets to his feet as Matt ties up with him again, Jay reverses it and goes behind Matt, sending him crashing to the mat with a German suplex. Matt makes his way to his feet, where he's met with a vicious Jerzey lariat. Matt looks like his head's been completely removed as he backflips onto the mat. Jay does a cut throat taunt, signifying the end for Michaels. Jay picks up Matt and puts his head between his legs, Matt quickly back body drops Jay over his head. Jay hits the mat and grips at his back as Matt climbs to the top rope. He perches atop the rope, waiting for Jay to get to his feet. As Jay does, Matt launches off, looking for a dragonrana, this could be it for Jay. Matt latches his legs on to Jay's neck, who promptly falls forward, delivering a powerbomb. Matt begins kicking his legs as fast as he can, as Jay puts all of his weight on Matt.]
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Winners: Jay Jerzey
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Johnny Wilkins - Jay Jerzey reverses an epic move that would've led to his demise tonight, and got the three count!
Ryan Antonelli - Hey, Wilkins, I need to take 5, I think my food should be here.
Johnny Wilkins - Michaels has nothing to be ashamed of tonight, folks, he gave Jerzey a run for his money!
[We're going backstage to where Malicia Savage and the other two members of the newly-formed Foundation- Xandria Drake and Henrik- are getting Malicia ready for her upcoming match. Anita Naylor has been looking for the Human Weapon, and she's a little hesitant about getting involved when all three are around, but she figures it's better late than ever. However, just as she starts to move toward the trio, a burly man with close-cropped blond hair and muscles on top of muscles brushes past Anita and into the room that The Foundation is currently occupying. He is recognizable as Alexi Kapanen- the former partner and "trainer" of Henrik.]
Alexi - Now THAT is what I was waiting to see, Henrik. Utter domination. A good beginning after that unfortunate incident with Champion. Without question, you have definitely sent a message to that.. what do they call themselves... oh, yes. Unholy Trinity. Very good work.
Xandria - Nice to see you here, Alexi. And yes, it was quite an impressive win, even if it wasn't seen by very many. Nevertheless, it was a good one. An excellent job in getting him ready.
Malicia Savage - I gotta hand it to ya, Kappy. You lit the fire under his ass. Nice work. Of course, you do realize that now we've probably got all three members of that Trinity looking for us. Tonight the first blow was struck. But you know as well as I do it takes a lot more than that to win a war.
Henrik - It felt good to get that first one in. He gave a good fight, no question. But in the end, it was not quite good enough. Now as much as I would like to celebrate, there is much more important business to attend to.
Alexi -This Syndicate.
Malicia Savage - You got it, pal. Ever since last week, they've been dropping these little hints that they want what I've got. And knowing them, they're not going to stop until they get it. And since I haven't been able to get in touch with Sinclaire, there's no way to warn him. He's got a lot of people gunning for him too. Especially Champion. He's not making any bones about the fact he wants to get a shot at Mike next so that he can get in position for another piece of me. I'm not worried about Chris Champion. But I AM worried more about Sinclaire. He's not on our level. He was good twenty years ago, but back then he never had to deal with a musclehead like Chris Champion. Henrik, I want you to keep an eye on things. If Sinclaire shows up, shadow him. Champion's got his own business to deal with, so I don't expect him to try anything tonight.
Xandria - And what about you, Malicia? You've got the same bullseye on your back, in case you haven't forgotten. And you DO have a match tonight.
Malicia Savage - Yeah. Sydney Laroux. The product of Justin Rose deciding he wants to use me to take out someone else he can't stand. Personally, I'd like to keep this straight business. Up until the other day, I had no beef with the broad. But if she wants to make this personal, I've got no problem with that. She wants to boast about being from the streets of Chicago, that's nothing compared to the mean streets of downtown Los Angeles. Only difference between the two of us is she found her redemption in a needle. I found mine in a dojo. She turned into another product of the streets. I turned into a Human Weapon. And as for the Syndicate, I know those two are going to be around tonight. They've got a match themselves. I think it's time to show them what happens when you mess with Malicia Savage and The Foundation.
Xandria - Malicia, I don't like that look in your eye.
Malicia Savage - Yeah, Xandi. You do. Because you know what comes along with it.
[Matt Michaels is seen walking backstage, frustrated obviously with his loss tonight, he is heading towards his locker-room. He carries his duffle bag full of his wrestling gear. As he is making his way down the hall, we see Dexter Somers walk out from his locker-room, and down the hall. Matt just looks away, but Dexter Somers makes it a point to bump into Matt as he walks by him.]
Dexter Somers – Michaels...
Matt Michaels – Dude, no matter what you have to say, I don’t want to hear it.
[Obviously Dexter didn’t take kindly to this, and got into Matt’s face. He looks around, making sure there is no security guards around in the facility. He then shoves Matt up against the wall, taking Matt by surprise. By the time that Matt retaliates, there is already a series of blows thrown at Matt’s head. Dexter walks over to a set of pipes behind the set, and grabs one. He then rings Matt Michaels around the head a couple of times, leaving him out-cold on the floor. Blood begins pooling around him, as Dexter just stands above him.]
Dexter Somers – I told you.
Ryan Antonelli – I think Dexter just showed The College All-Star who is really the big star around here in SCCW!
Johnny Wilkins – Can we get him some help back there?! I think Matt is dying!
[The scene switches to somewhere in the backstage area, the lights are completely off apart from the flickering lights of candles, which forms a perfect circle, and sitting inside of the circle rocking backwards and forwards is The Nightmare Child.]
The Nightmare Child - Solitude.
[Her hair drapes over her faces, with her hands she moves it up to uncovers her face, her eyes painted in dark red with many patterns on her check.]
The Nightmare Child - I dare not seek others as the children of the light fear those that they do not understand!
[She lets out a laugh with a crazed look in her eye.]
The Nightmare Child - No one understands me...I do not want to be understood...
[The Nightmare Child readjusts herself so she is on her knees, the movement causes the candles to flicker, casting a slight shadow on her deranged face.]
The Nightmare Child - I am the nightmare child, for those who dream of a better life, I am the counter act, the darkness no one seeks only through nightmares and fear!
[She lets out a cackling laugh, blowing the candles out, leaving the room in complete darkness with only the sound of the sickening laugh of the crazed women as the scene goes back to ringside.]
Johnny Wilkins - That woman scares me.
Ryan Antonelli - Doesn’t every woman?
Johnny Wilkins - NO!
Ryan Antonelli - Oh wait, there’s always momma’s arms heh Wilkins? Ha ha ha.
Johnny Wilkins - Whatever Ryan, anyhow folks… looks like Chris Champion and Alexander Steele get to try and work together next, after their run ins the past week. It’ll be interesting to see if they can work with one another and try to knock off a team on quite a roll…
Ryan Antonelli - FATAL ATTRACTION! Simcoe’s next big thing baby! To the Batcav… err RING!
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Tag Team Match
Fatal Attraction (Cain & Lewis) Vs Chris Champion & Alexander Steele
[“For the Love of the Game” by Pillar blasts from the public address system, raising the fans to their feet from the pace and beat of the song. Alexander wastes no time coming out from behind the set of curtains as soon as the lyrics begin with the hood of his vest covering his head and shielding his eyes. On his way toward the ring, he slaps hands with the reaching fans on each side of the entrance aisle. Roughly half way down the aisle, Alex pauses and tosses the hood back before throwing his arms out to his sides angled slightly upward with his index fingers extended. He smiles lightly at the fans while nodding his head before he drops his arms and resumes his walk to the ring. Once at ringside, he takes a moment to tag hands around the area before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope and climbing the nearest turnbuckle to once again point out into the crowd as he did before. Suddenly, smoke machines are placed on both sides of the backstage entrance. They begin to fill the aisle way to the ring and the fans know that can only mean one thing. Yes, the arrival of the man beast known as Chris Champion. The deafening music of “Last Resort” by Papa Roach blares over the PA system as Max Money enters through the curtain and makes his way to the ring by himself. After stepping through the ropes, he looks back at the backstage entrance and points his hand toward the curtain and out steps Chris Champion. He pours a bottle of water over his bald head and shakes off the loose water, then tosses the bottle into the crowd. Champion stares at the fans for a second before making his way to the ring. He begins a slow methodical walk to the ring and once he reaches it, he pauses once again, looking around at the tons of fans reacting to his presence. He shakes his head in disgust and climbs up on the apron, stepping through the middle rope. He immediately goes for the ropes and leans over growling at the fans. Max makes his way toward Champion and rubs the shoulders of Champion to give him last minute advice. In true Champion form, he peers across to Alexander with a copy smile, trying to get into the head of Alex before the match starts. Champion grabs the top ring rope and pulls on his a few times and moves toward his corner with Steele for action. Max Money standing on the arena floor now as he claps on his client.]
Johnny Wilkins - Chris and Alexander, that is a killer duo right there… IF they can work together.
Ryan Antonelli - Champion is in for a ride, Fatal Attraction is the hottest thing in Simcoe tag team wrestling since Team Epic!
Johnny Wilkins - What with that tainted win last week?
Ryan Antonelli - Hater.
[The guitar and drum combination of “Undead” by Hollywood Undead begins in the building as Paul Cain and Kirsta Lewis appear from the entrance way. They both edge forward a little, standing and soaking up the booing. Kirsta is wearing a black leather styled wrestling suit. Her arms are folded as she looks at the SCCW fans with contempt. Paul Cain lifts his head up smiling to himself as he drinks in the hatred from the crowd around him. He’s wearing black devil skull pants and his usual Bleeding Heart t-shirt. He takes a cocky swagger down to the ring, sneering at those fans who try to reach him. Deciding against giving them any more satisfaction, he sprints the rest of the way, diving under the ring ropes and popping up in the middle of the ring. With arms out spread wide, he almost begs them to boo him more with his eyes closed and a sense of self satisfaction on his face, as the music continues to play. Kirsta heads up the ring steps and enters as well, both of them glaring towards Champion and Steele as “Undead“ fades and the bell rings.]
Johnny Wilkins - The crowd just boils over the Syndicate.
Ryan Antonelli - No one ever said they had taste, infact I have clearly said before they do not! Morons they are, I tell ya…
Johnny Wilkins - Yeah, well it would appear Cain and Steele are to start this thing off.
[Cain and Steel meet in the ring‘s center as Lewis and Champion exit to their respected corners. They lock up, Cain using his technical ability to quickly buckle Alexander to his knee before plowing a knee into his chin! Steele falls backward as the crowd boo loudly, Cain holding out both hands as he winks towards Lewis. She screams out in jubilation and claps her hands, Cain stomps down at Steele, his head, his shoulder, his side. He grabs him up finally and pulls him to stand, the crowd gets loud after a stiff European uppercut from Cain sends Steele reeling backward before he is run through by a lariat! Paul Cain stands, almost arrogantly he drags Alex by his ankle towards the Syndicate‘s corner, Alexander fighting back however as he kicks Cain in the side of his head. The crowd get loud in cheer as Cain stumbles back into Kirsta, she tags herself in and jumps over the ropes as Steele is waiting. They collide and start trading blows, punch after punch until the crowd explodes… Alexander blocks a punch from the Hellcat and spins on his heels before clothes lining her down!]
Johnny Wilkins - Look at our Barbaric champ go!
Ryan Antonelli - What, Jerzey isn’t in there!
[Wilkins ignores the remark, keeping to his play by play as Steele grabs Lewis up and whips her into his corner with Chris Champion. Chris backs away as Lewis crashes into the buckles, Alexander follows her in and smashes her between himself and the corner with a nasty body avalanche. Waiting now as she stumbles into him and he hoist her up and over with a very high impact belly to belly suplex! The crowd loves it, Champion looking out over them as he misses Paul Cain, who comes charging in and dropkicks both feet into the side of Steele‘s head! Alexander tumbles through the ropes as Paul Cain quickly starts to bicker with the referee!]
Johnny Wilkins - Paul Cain, throw him out ref, that is uncalled for!
Ryan Antonelli - No, no, no. That is tag wrestling you goon! Go Fatal Attraction!
[Kirsta gets up now, looking rather peeved as Paul is forced out by the referee. Alexander gets to his feet outside the ring and heads back under the ropes. Charging in on Kirsta as she ducks a back elbow, heaving Steele around and down to the mat with a nice back drop! The crowd getting riled as we see Damien Kahn stand up from two or three rows back from the front in the audience. He makes his way down and steps over the safety barricade near Max Money, the crowd screaming at Chris Champion as he turns from his corner and goes down, getting face to face with Kahn.]
Johnny Wilkins - What is he thinking, his partner is in there looking for a tag.
Ryan Antonelli - Look at those two monsters, it’s like Godzilla and King Kong out there!
[Alexander has broken from an onslaught of kicks and punches from Kirsta, weaving to his corner for a tag only to see no Chris Champion. He stands in a confused state, seeing Champion in the stare down with Damien Kahn before he throws his hands up and turns to face Lewis. BA‘AM she pelts her Hell‘s Bitch Kick into his face! Kirsta goes for the pin but it is broken up by Steele‘s leg, laying on the bottom rope, she pounds her hand into the mat and yanks him up, whipping Alexander into her corner with Paul! Cain starts choking at Steele as Lewis kicks at him. The crowd getting riled as Alex fights back, aggressively, back elbowing Cain as he shoves Kirsta away, but Cain makes a tag in!]
Johnny Wilkins - He keeps fighting, good show by Steele, Champion needs to pay attention, he and Kahn are exchanging words now.
Ryan Antonelli - Oh come on Paul, END this!
[Kirsta charges in at Steele in anger, he catches her fluidly tossing her over his own head and the top rope, down to the arena floor hard with a massive over head belly to belly suplex! The crowd in a riot as Chris Champion finally notices what is going on, he hurries for the ring as Paul Cain and Alexander begin to throw punches back and fourth, Chris leans down and shouts out as he charges them both, Alexander turns and sees Champion heading right for him looking for a spear, he tugs Cain in the way and Champion spears the life right out of Paul Cain! The crowd going nuts as Steele quickly dropkicks Champion in the back as he stands, Chris tumbles to the arena floor as Alexander quickly covers Cain, hooking the leg!]
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Winners: Chris Champion & Alexander Steele
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Johnny Wilkins - Oh my, it look liked Chris Champion was going to spear Alexander Steele, and he hit Paul Cain!
Ryan Antonelli - I dunno what is going on, why did Steele dropkick the Battle Machine?!
Johnny Wilkins - He obviously was unsure of Champion’s intentions, kicking him out of the ring to get the pin fall after that rib shattering spear! Nice job of staying focused by Alexander Steele tonight! WAIT, what are they up to now?
[Alexander stands from his pin on Cain, Paul looking pretty worse for wear as an enraged Chris Champion slides under the ropes, he begins pleading himself with Alexander now about the spear. As they argue, we see a bandaged up Justin Rose heading down the aisle quickly, almost on a limp. He slides in the ring with a grimace as he quickly pushes Champion and Steele apart. We see Damien Kahn and Kirsta enter the ring and help Paul Cain up. Rose tugs a microphone from his rear pocket and nearly snarls at Chris and Alexander.]
Justin Rose - BACK IT UP YOU TWO! You’re stupid little back and fourth is annoying me immensely.
[He looks at Alexander Steele, disgusted as he shakes his head.]
Justin Rose - You think you are the Barbaric champion… no? [Steele nods, raising his arms to excite the crowd as they support him with cheers. Rose glares over them as he grins almost.] Well you are NOT! Not in my book, and my book is the one where the text even matters son! Jay Jerzey attacked me earlier tonight…
[The crowd explodes even louder with cheers at the mention of this, Rose pauses, Alexander smiles wide as Chris Champion interjects, pulling at Justin’s shoulder.]
Justin Rose - WHAT?!
[He says as he spins to face Champion, he pushes his chest against Chris and sneers, Alexander watching on intently.]
Justin Rose - You big idiot… Why don’t we just really show Jay Jerzey and Alexander Steele who the REAL BARBARIAN of Simcoe truly is!?!?
[Chris grins as Justin quickly turns and blast the microphone into the face of Steele, the crowd in horror as they boo loudly. Steele stumbles in a small circle as Justin steps aside and like a bull fighter screams out as Chris Champion passes by full speed, spearing the life right out of Steele!]
Johnny Wilkins - OH THAT BASTARD, Chris is playing by Syndicate rules!
Ryan Antonelli - GO BATTLE MACHINE!
[Chris yanks up Steele, Justin taking out his anger of being attacked by Jay Jerzey as he plants a stiff kick into Alexander’s mid section, dropping him with a sit out reversed neckbreaker, aka the Closer! Damien Kahn, Kirsta and Paul all now clapping and cheering the assault on. They circle the fallen Steele like hawks as he fights and struggles to try and get up. They then begin to violently stomp down over Steele. All five of them stomping at him, spitting and kicking!]
Johnny Wilkins - This is just disgusting, Chris Champion is part of the Syndicate?! That goon, all this time… He kept hinting, and this is what it was for… WAIT, MYKE ADAMS!!!
[Just as Damien Kahn and Chris Champion crunch a wreathing Alexander Steele down over the mat with a spike jumping piledriver, the SCCW Heavyweight champion Myke Adams is charging down the aisle. His face enraged as he looks like a possessed psycho with his eccentric face paint still half smeared away from Aaron Blaize‘s attack earlier. He looks to remain in pain, but pushes himself to continue his sprint, grimacing some as he dives under the ropes and plows into the back of Justin Rose! Sending his older brother stumbling into Paul Cain and Kirsta, the three of them tumbling over the top rope to the arena floor as the crowd erupts into cheers! Chris Champion turns from the fallen Steele in time to greet a nasty Egoshredder super kick from Myke! Chris hit’s the mat as Damien Kahn charges Adams, Myke drops to his back and pulls down on the ropes, sending Kahn tumbling out and onto a rising Kirsta, Paul and Justin! Chris Champion rolls under the ropes near them as Myke screams out.]
Myke Adams - COME ON YOU SNAKES!!! COME GET IT!
Crowd - SUP-ER-MAN, SUP-ER-MAN!
[Myke slams his hands on the ropes, approaching Steele and dropping to a knee next to the fallen Barbaric champion. As he places a reassuring hand on Steele’s back, he glares at the Syndicate, who have all gotten up. Myke grabbing at his own hurting neck and shoulders, obviously still feeling Blaize’s attack as Chris Champion can be seen rubbing at his face as he growls in a booming tone.]
Chris Champion - YOU’RE A DEAD MAN SUPES! DEAAAAD!!!
[Paul slaps a hand on Chris Campion’s shoulder, Justin Rose pointing at his brother now.]
Justin Rose - You’ll pay for that one little brother… You’ll pay!
[Myke shakes his head, disgusted by them as the Syndicate back up the aisle as a group, peering over the crowd as they chant and stomp. Myke using the hand not on Steele’s back to bring their chanting up a notch or two.]
Crowd - SYN-DI-CANTS! SYN-DI-CANTS!
[The Syndicate glare at Adams, who starts to help Alexander up, fighting his own pain to help a friend. They finally disappear backstage as Myke leads Steele from the ring and back the aisle way now, crowd members reaching and slapping palms over the Heavyweight and Barbaric champions as they finally reach the curtain and head backstage. Steele looking pretty beat up.]
Ryan Antonelli - He’s gonna get his… messing with the Syndicate tonight… Tinkerbelle is as good as crippled! Blaize already plowed his ass…
Johnny Wilkins - I guess we will see, Alexander is probably grateful, being assaulted by the entire group, Myke really came out here like a mad man… Anyhow folks, we have the Human Weapon taking on the Deviant, up next!
Ryan Antonelli - For once I have nothing to say about this match.
Johnny Wilkins - Let me guess. You bet on both of them?
Ryan Antonelli - Again, I have nothing to say!
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