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Johnny Wilkins - Hello Simcoe fans, welcome to the Barrie Molson Centre where this jam packed crowd is ready to blow 2009 out of the water with an amazing line up. This is SCCW's final big show in 2009, and as we ready to usher in 2010, first we get to see a ton of title matches and an I Quit cage match that is sure to leave either McCarthy or Jerzey out for quite some time.
Ryan Antonelli - McCarthy is what he means folks. Anyhow, I am so excited to see Galactix defend, Blaize kill Michaels... And Chris Champion win himself a Barbaric free for all.
Johnny Wilkins - Well. They have to show up, and win those respective matches first Ryan, tonight is anyone's. Now let's get right to it folks!
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I Quit Cage Match
Patrick McCarthy Vs Jay Jerzey[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 snarls at the fans, trying to avoid them from touching him. 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 - Jerzey needs to end this tonight, end McCarthy. Paddy Cakes is a dead man tonight Wilkins… Jerzey looks determined and pissed. Death awaits the former Saint of Simcoe! Ha ha ha.
[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. 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. They both glare at each other now, ignoring the cage as it lowers around the ring and gets secured by stage hands. McCarthy waste no time as Jerzey and him collide in the center of the ring, they begin to club at one another, no tie up, no wrestling. Just a match of who hits harder!]
Johnny Wilkins - They are in a fist fight, this is going to get ugly.
Ryan Antonelli - What do you reside under a rock Wilkins? Ofcourse it is going to, these Canucks won’t be able to watch Jerzey destroy Paddy Cakes.
[Jerzey gets the upper hand quickly with a straight kick right to the crotch of McCarthy, the crowd scream out in dismay, but the referee is forced to deal. Jerzey plants a few back elbows into Mac‘s face before he grabs his arm and twist it, bring him in and hip tossing McCarthy to his back! Jerzey then proceeds to get the crowd booing louder as he pelts at McCarthy while clutching onto his arm, he hits him with elbows, slaps, punches. Finally shoving him down and stomping like a mad man on the fallen McCarthy. The ring booms with each stomp, Jerzey continues the assault, kicking at Pat‘s head, his shoulders, his legs. He finally grabs one of McCarthy‘s leg up and nails two stiff shots into the side of Mac‘s knee!]
Johnny Wilkins - Man Jerzey is going to town with this assault, after a blatant low blow!
Ryan Antonelli - Caged I Quit… Blatant Low Blow is as good as a suplex!
[Jerzey goes off, ramming more punches to that knee before he turns McCarthy over with a modified STF! He grabs up McCarthy‘s head and yanks back on the hair, punching at him while flexing his leg back! McCarthy battles like a lunatic to get out, but the onslaught from Jerzey is too much. Jay finally gives up the hold and stands, he backs up and brushes his bangs from his brow, he hustles in and jumps up bringing both knee into the back of that same leg!]
Johnny Wilkins - He’s working over the leg, keep McCarthy down and work towards making him quit at the same time.
Ryan Antonelli - Hence why Jerz is the better man here Wilkins.
[The crowd is stunned, they boom with disdain as Jerzey continues to stomp at the fallen McCarthy. He rolls Patrick over and mounts himself over him, grabbing at his hair and lifting his head into a flurry of nasty punches. Jerzey hurries up and drags McCarthy with him, the crowd roar with hatred as Jerzey sends Mac across the ring and into the ropes. Patrick bounces out as Jerzey backs near the ropes across the ring. As McCarthy arrives, Jay nails a drop toe hold, which trips McCarthy forward. Patrick falls so quick and misses the rope, instead his head slams into the cage wall! The crowd scream for him, a McCarthy chant blends with a Jerzey sucks. Jerzey sneers, he drags McCarthy up by his hair again and slams him into the cage over the ropes, holding onto the hair he begins raking McCarthy back and fourth along the cage by his face! McCarthy looks limp, like he is already gone.]
Johnny Wilkins - Jerzey is owning here, McCarthy has to get free, he is going to rip his face off on that steel!
Ryan Antonelli - Ha ha ha, this is the greatest thing ever.
[Jerzey lets go and McCarthy stumbles away from the cage wall, his forehead lacerated now as blood streams down over his face. He only stands for a moment as Jerzey runs him through with a clothesline, quickly he goes for a crossface like hold and orders the referee to make McCarthy quit! The crowd stomp and scream, McCarthy shaking his bloodied face about as he screams no with each question from the referee. Bothered, Jerzey shoves McCarthy‘s face down and stands, looking bored almost he grabs at Mac‘s hair and pulls him to his feet, but the crowd ignite! Jerzey gets stunned as the bloodied McCarthy fires a few elbows into his stomach! As Jerzey stumbles back, McCarthy twist through the air, cracking a pele kick into the chin of Jerzey! Jay falls to his rear as McCarthy lands on his hands and knees, roaring almost as he charges right away and dives into Jerzey‘s face with a shoulder block style collision!]
Johnny Wilkins - McCarthy just set the Barrie Molson Centre on fire! Bloodied and hurting, he is raging now!
Ryan Antonelli - NO!
[McCarthy gets up, using his shirt he pulls it up over his head and wipes at his blood, getting his face as clean as he can as Jerzey slowly rises. He eats a face full of McCarthy‘s shirt as Pat chucks it into his face and then darts forward and plants a stiff super kick into Jerzey‘s chest! Jay tumbles back and into the ropes he doesn‘t even get to bounce out as McCarthy is already air borne! Pat slams a flying forearm into Jerzey‘s head, squashing it between the cage and his body! The shirt falls to the mat as Jerzey goes to follow, but Patrick stops him with his hand and grabs his wrist, spinning under and around he short Irish whips Jerzey face first into the cage wall!]
Johnny Wilkins - Ouch! Did ya hear the crack of Jerzey’s face with the steel?!
Ryan Antonelli - I think Jay is out cold… he isn’t even trying to fight this off!
[Blood trickles out from a now busted open Jerzey, his face gets covered pretty quickly as he falls backward and is laid out over the mat. McCarthy is breathing heavy as he wipes more blood from his face, with an angered look he drops down next to the fallen Jerzey and quickly wraps him into a dragon sleeper styled hold modified with a crossface chicken wing. Wrapping his legs around Jerzey, Jay now comes to life, screaming as his blood soaked face shows the pain of this hold!]
Johnny Wilkins - THE JERZEY KILLER!
Ryan Antonelli - Jay no, fight it man! FIGHT IT!!!
[Jerzey refuses to quit, he refuses to give and McCarthy simply grips on tighter, wrenching harder! McCarthy‘s face shines with aggression as he holds the move as tight as he can muster. Jerzey‘s bloodied face cannot hide his eyes as they begin to drift, and flutter before they go closed, his battling arms go limp. The referee barking at him, asking if he quits. Jerzey is gone, he is out cold and the referee has no choice but to call for the bell.]
Winner: Patrick McCarthy++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Ryan Antonelli - NO! God no!
Johnny Wilkins - McCarthy wins it, he has brought Jerzey to a unconscious level. He couldn’t even quit, that onslaught by McCarthy was just too much.
[McCarthy is being pried at by the referee, but he shakes his bloodied head, refusing to let go. Stage hands battle with the cage to get it undone as more officials rush down the aisle. McCarthy keeping the Jerzey Killer locked on, refusing to let up. Jerzey‘s body is limp and his face turning blue at this point. Once the cage begins to lift, the set of officials slide in, McCarthy finally lets go! Slamming Jerzey aside as he pushes himself up, before stumbling into a near by corner, dizzy from his blood lost, his gray eyes remain on the life less body of Jay Jerzey. The group of refs checking on the fallen Jerzey while some come to check on McCarthy. Patrick, shrugs them off before he shoves them aside and dives back onto Jay, punching at him wildly before three refs pull him up and back, shoving at him ordering him from the ring. A busted up McCarthy licks at his lower lip and gives an almost possessed glance before he simply drops himself over the top rope, flipping to his feet outside the ring. He turns and heads back the aisle, leaving Jerzey out cold and in the officials care.]
Johnny Wilkins - My goodness, what a way to start Atonement. McCarthy was pushed too far for too long… He just demolished Jerzey, and I mean tried to really end him.
Ryan Antonelli - Paddy Cakes is a fake, he doesn’t care about anything but his own pride.
Johnny Wilkins - Please. Forget opinions… I think that Jay Jerzey just learned the hard way that pushing a man like McCarthy this far… is just not a good idea, ever. But as they clear Jerzey onto a gurney, we are now ready for the All-Barrie title match folks… This opening bout was bad enough… this show is bound to just get more and more volatile.
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All Barrie Title Match
Matt Michaels Vs Aaron Blaize ©["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 – Here comes the wannabe, Matt Michaels. Nobody can stop Aaron Blaize, he shouldn't such an idiot and think he can!
Johnny Wilkins – Well you're opinion's solely based on stats; believe me Ryan, statistics can mean nothing when it's down to two men fighting in a ring.
Ryan Antonelli – Yeah, but Aaron's not facing a real man!
["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, 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. 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. 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. 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.]
Ryan Antonelli – AARON TO RETAIN! AARON TO RETAIN!
Johnny Wilkins – Sit down will you!
Ryan Antonelli – NO! Aaron Blaize is a model wrestler, and I'll show my damn appreciation for him thank you very much Mr. Hater!
[The crowd are wholly behind Michaels as the referee raises the title over both men, however Blaize quickly rips it from the official's grasp and smashes it over the skull of Michaels! The fans are booing madly, however the bell hadn't rung yet and so Blaize can't be disqualified. The referee pulls Blaize back and checks on Michaels as the title is taken to the timekeeper's area, however the damage has clearly been done to Michaels as he clutches his head in pain and backs up into a corner. The official checks with him, and Michaels nods that he wants the match to go on, and the bell is rung. Immediately Blaize bursts out of his corner, smashing a boot into Michaels' gut and sends him flying back into the opposite set of turnbuckles. With Michaels cornered, Blaize sets to work with a flurry of kicks to the gut and backhands, and the referee begins his count.]
Referee – One... two... three... four... fi-
[A highly-attuned Blaize steps out of the corner just in time, however lands a cheap-shot Thai kick to Michaels as the referee holds him back and shouts him down for coming close to a DQ. Blaize shakes his head, however the referee's distraction has proved enough for Michaels who comes flying at Blaize with a dropkick! The fans cheer immensely as Blaize is rocked, and immediately Michaels leaps on him with punches! One, two, three, four... they seem to hit endlessly before Michaels stands, pulling Blaize up and dropping him with a huge back suplex! He covers...1...Kick out from the more experienced Blaize, who wastes no time. However Michaels is right back on him with forearms to the face before he pulls Blaize up and Irish whips him to the corner, following up with a big clothesline before he kicks at Blaize's gut and doubles him over, smashing an elbow into the back of his head! Blaize is rocked, and Michaels smells blood as he goes for Rush Week, but the champion side-steps him! Michaels spins and leaps at Blaize, however Aaron escapes the ring as he holds his head in pain.]
Johnny Wilkins – What a start to this one! Both men really going for it...
Ryan Antonelli – For once I agree with you, but watch the experience of Aaron Blaize there as he exits the ring – he knows how to wrestle, and he knows how to wrestle GOOD!
[Blaize rests against one of the barricades, clutching the back of his head following the brutal elbow shot. However, back in the ring Matt Michaels has spotted an opportunity as he runs off of the opposite ropes. The crowd get on their feet as they recognize the set-up, and as Blaize stumbles out from the barricade Michaels leaps over the top rope, going for a suicide dive! The fans cheer, however a cruel smirk works its way across Blaize's face as he throws a boot up, nailing Michaels with a roundhouse kick in mid-air!!! Michaels crumples to the floor as Blaize leans on the apron, shaking his head in disappointment.]
Crowd – Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Johnny Wilkins – He was playing possum! And targeted that head he injured with the damn title belt at the beginning!
Ryan Antonelli – Possum? Sounds homoerotic. But once more we're seeing this youth and inexperience of Michaels causing him to stumble and fall. If he didn't think so rashly, he could have used that to his advantage...
[Blaize walks over to Michaels with a sick grin on his face and he pulls Michaels to his feet, before lifting him over one shoulder and running at the ring post, driving Michaels' back into it! A gasp goes up as Michaels falls limp, and Blaize simply tosses him to one side before climbing back into the ring as the referee counts.]
Referee – One... two... three... four...
[Michaels remains motionless on the outside as Blaize begins to taunt a title around his waist, watching the fallen wrestler intently. Slowly signs of life begin to fill Michaels' body as he reaches out for the barricade.]
Referee - ...five...six...seven...
[Matt Michaels begins to move as he pulls himself to his feet using the metal barricade, however Blaize is having none of it and he turns his back on Michaels, taunting to the crowd as he counts with the referee.]
Referee - … eight...
[Michaels stumbles a little.]
Referee - … nine...
[Blaize is now climbing towards the timekeepers' side of the ring to collect his title as Michaels makes a last-ditch effort for the ring.]
Referee - … te-...
Johnny Wilkins – He made it in!
[Back in the ring, a horrified Blaize slowly turns around to see Michaels climbing to his feet. Blaize shakes his head, and runs at Michaels, only for the younger wrestler to counter it with a drop toe hold! The fans cheer loudly as Michaels and Blaize get to their feet, and its Michaels with a huge forearm to the face! Blaize stumbles back, and Michaels goes to town on his foe with a series of strikes and elbows before he lands a hard gut kick and pulls Blaize in, landing a massive stalling suplex! Blaize clutches his back in pain as Michaels covers... 1... 2... NO! Blaize manages to kick out of the pin, but Michaels isn't finished as both get to their feet and he runs at Blaize with a huge clothesline, taking him down. Blaize bounces back up, only to be dropped with a dropkick, however he's back up again; swinging neckbreaker from Michaels! The fans cheer as Michaels hooks the leg...1...2...NO! There's a collective feel of disappointment throughout the arena as Matt Michaels doesn't score the win or the All Barrie Championship, but he takes a few short breaths before he drops an elbow onto Blaize's chest, and he climbs up to the top rope. He motions his elbow once more, and leaps! However once more his leaping and inexperience prove to be his downfall as Blaize rolls and Michaels crashes and burns! He stumbles up to his feet, right into Blaize's grasp – THE TRAIL BLAIZER! Cover from Blaize! ONE...TWO... MASSIVE KICKOUT FROM MATT MICHAELS!]
Ryan Antonelli – How the hell is this match still happening?!
[Blaize stares wide-eyed at Michaels as he can't believe the kick out, and the fans are electric with cheers for 'The College All-Star'. Aaron shakes his head in anger as he grasps Michaels around the waist, lifting him straight up off of the floor and downs him with a sidewalk slam, before he pulls Michaels up once again and drops him with a backbreaker! He then drags Michaels towards the corner and grasps at Michaels' head and neck – wrapping in a sleeper-hold! The fans immediately chant for Michaels to break out, however Blaize has it in tight, and while the referee's busy with Michaels' arm and head, Blaize gets two feet on the second turnbuckle to add to the leverage. The referee raises the hand once... it falls. Twice... it falls. Third time... it falls! Immediately he turns to call for the bell, however in doing so notices Blaize's boots on the ropes – and stops himself! Aaron releases the hold, not realizing that the match hasn't ended, and he begins to celebrate. While he's cheering himself Michaels begins to come round, and the referee informs him that the match is still going on, allowing him to capitalize on Blaize's assumption and he rolls the champion up...1....2....KICKOUT FROM AARON BLAIZE! The fans boo the house down as Blaize gets to his feet and dropkicks the seated Michaels in the face, before turning to the referee and shouting at him for not telling him the match hadn't ended. After a few seconds, Blaize's emotions get the better of him and he lashes out, striking the referee in the face and knocking him down!]
Ryan Antonelli – No Zebra! It's anyone's rules now!
Johnny Wilkins – And with him in the upper-hand, 'anyone' is the ruthless Aaron Blaize!
[Blaize immediately retrieves a steel chair from ringside, and coldly folds it up, rolling into the ring as he stalks a weakened Matt Michaels. Michaels climbs to his feet, and Blaize swings the chair right into his face! Immediately blood begins to pour from the face of Matt Michaels, BUT HE'S NOT DOWN! Michaels remains on his feet – AND TAKES ANOTHER CHAIRSHOT! The crowd are going mental at this point as Blaize swings one more time, but Michaels ducks it and turns, landing the Rush Week! Blaize crumples as Michaels picks up the chair, checking the referee's down, and he blasts it over Blaize's back! Blaize cries out as Michaels delivers chair shot, after chair shot, after chair shot to his back, exacting revenge for all the cheating and bullying from Aaron Blaize. Blaize clutches his back in pain, and Michaels slams one final chair down before he takes a step back and holds the chair like a bat, lining it up with Blaize. The champion slowly gets to his knees and looks up at Michaels, shaking his head as if asking for forgiveness. The fans boo the house down as Michaels looks to be taken in by Blaize's puppy-dog eyes – ONLY FOR HIM TO SMASH THE CHAIR RIGHT OVER BLAIZE'S FACE! The fans erupt with cheers as Michaels makes the cover, however the referee's out!]
Ryan Antonelli – Yes, in a round-about way, Blaize has saved this match for himself! Clever guy.
Johnny Wilkins – Clever? He hit a referee in the face! He should be disqualified!
[As Michaels climbs off of Blaize and tries to bring the referee to, Blaize slowly begins to make his way to his feet. Spotting the still-down referee, and the steel chair, coated in Michaels' blood, he picks it up and stands, smashing the chair over Michaels' back! He sets the chair up as if going to sit on it, and while the referee slowly begins to waken, he grasps a severely damaged Matt Michaels and lifts his feet onto the second rope, before applying the front face lock.]
Crowd – No!
[Blaize has a wild look of anger in his eyes and he brings Michaels' head over the chair.]
Johnny Wilkins – You don't need to do this!
[Blaize drops, driving Michaels down with a Brain Damage through the steel chair! The crowd go nuts and gasp as Michaels lays, one boot on the second rope, one boot on the ground, and his head firmly crowned with bloodied metal. Blaize quickly pulls his legs off of the ropes, and the referee manages to come to enough to count as he does so…]
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[...MICHAELS GETS A BOOT BACK ON THE ROPE! The fans near enough blown the roof off with cheers, and Blaize is screaming at the referee to count faster, and as he turns he gets caught in a small package by Michaels! ONE...TWO...KICKOUT! NO! Blaize is back on his feet – Thai kick, followed by a backhand and a punch before he Irish whips Michaels into the corner and lands a huge lariat, and as Michaels stumbles out Blaize lands a bulldog – Blaizing Combo! Michaels is clearly severely hurt, however Blaize simply places his hand on Michaels' bloodied head and wipes the liquid on his own chest! The crowd boo the hell out of Blaize as he backs up into the corner, and Michaels begins to push himself onto all-fours. Blaize smirks widely before running – PUNT KICK! Michaels' eyes roll back into his head and he lays out cold as Blaize covers...One... Two... BLAIZE BREAKS THE COUNT!]
Johnny Wilkins – Why the hell did Blaize do that?!
Ryan Antonelli – To make a statement! He wants to destroy this kid, and he's not going to let it finish just yet!
[Blaize grins madly as he hauls Michaels up and thrusts a forearm into his face, knocking him down before he places a single boot on his gut...One...two... Once more Blaize breaks the count. The fans are now chanting against Blaize as he wraps Michaels up for a Curb Stomp, and stamps the poor kid's head into the mat! A huge gasp goes up as Blaize pulls him back up – SECOND CURBSTOMP! THIRD CURBSTOMP! FOURTH CURBSTOMP!]
Aaron Blaize – YOU BOW DOWN TO ME YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF [censored]!
[Blaize slaps him over the head, and unleashes a series of wild strikes to the clearly unconscious Michaels, before cockily and vindictively pulling his head an arm into the Eternal Sin. With no hope of being conscious enough to tap out, the referee is forced to ring for the bell and rule this one a submission as Blaize is handed the title belt.]
Winner: Aaron Blaize Retains++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Johnny Wilkins - What a diabolical jerk! The way he ended this match, Aaron Blaize should be stripped of his championship and suspended. That was so un-called for, so un-real, and so down right evil.
Ryan Antonelli - Whatever. Look, Michaels wanted to make a name for himself… And he did tonight, another victim in the long wave of the Era of Aaron! Blaize WILL be our Heavyweight champion one day, I can simply feel it Wilkins.
Johnny Wilkins - Yeah, you would say such a thing. I personally think Jim Diamond, or even Justin Rose need to take a long hard look at what just transpired. This was ridiculous.
Ryan Antonelli - Hater.
[Aaron Blaize lays another stomp on the down and out body of Matt Michaels, with an evil grin, his icy blue eyes scan the booming crowd as they rain down boos. Blaize smirks, dropping his All Barrie title over his shoulder as he ducks out of the ring and backs up the aisle way of the Molson Centre. EMTs and a set of two more referees scurry by him and hit the ring to assist the fallen Wildcard. Blaize stops at the entrance way and folds his arms, watching on with his now Simcoe famed, sadistic smile.]
A Funky Bond?[We’re taken backstage and thus far the show has proved to be quite the kick ass performance. Backstage sitting on a small steel folding chair in the hallway, nursing a head wound with a bag of ice is none other than the current Hostility World Champion and current loser of the battle royal, Chris Bond. He’s still in his trunks and boots, but he’s got a black hooded shirt on with his championship belt lying over his lap and the icepack nested between his hand and his head. Bond’s too busy staring up at the ceiling to even notice somebody has walked up to him. That is until the person clears their throats and Bond’s forced to look up at them.]
Galactix - Well, look what the cat puked up.
[Bond stands up and places the Hostility World Title over his shoulder. He tosses the icepack onto the chair and gets face to face with the current SCCW Heavyweight Champion.]
Bond - How are we feeling today ‘Tix? I mean after all, after that humiliating loss last week to Scarlett on the old video game, I mean, I’m amazed you even showed up.
[A small frown appears on the SCCW Champion’s face, that is until he’s quick to respond with…]
Galactix - Oh, I’m feeling much better than you. See, I don’t have to go out there tonight and get beat up by ten other people. How’s your head feeling by the way? I hope Champion didn’t rough you up too badly. See, the battle machine gets a little testy when you make fun of his acting career. He seems to think you’re jealous of him--but we both know that’s not true. You’re jealous of me, aren’t you Bondy?
[A small smirk crawls itself up onto Galactix’s face and small chuckle escapes his lips. Bond isn’t amused.]
Bond - Well, I hope you feel good now ‘Tix, because by the end of the night, you’re going to be down at some bar, drinking your ass off because you just lost your Heavyweight Title to ‘the Sweetheart of Simcoe County’. Yeah, I’m really upset I had ten other opponents, because I have a decent excuse as to why I lost. What’s yours ‘Tix? Did you have something in you eye?
[Bond’s trademark smirk, one that can be best described as a blend of suave and cockiness manages to fester up onto the Hostility Champion’s face. The SCCW Heavyweight is anything but amused. Bond reaches down for the icepack and extends it over to Galactix.]
Bond - Here. You’ll probably need this for your ego come tomorrow morning. That and the inevitable hangover you freaking lush.
[Once again there’s a smirk on Bond’s face. However, it’s soon wiped off as Bond’s forced to the ground by a sucker punch from the SCCW Heavyweight Champion. ‘Tix adds in a few boots to the ribs for good measure, too.]
Galactix - Oh, I’m sorry. Was there something in your eye? Try my fist you little pud-wanker. The next time you want to talk trash, do it to my face. Unlike you, I have business to attend to. Here, I think you’ll need this more. By the end of the night, I’ll still be the Heavyweight Champion--and you Bondo? Well, you’ll be nursing a head wound and a black eye. Merry freaking Christmas.
[Galactix merely tosses the ice pack at Bond before walking off down the hallway, obviously happy with himself. The Hostility Champion is slow to pull himself up, but he does so, and places the ice pack over his left eye.]
Bond - Well, I guess we’re playing hardball then ‘Tix. I hope you do win… because after I kick your ass, I can take your title, too.
[After presumably a black eye, Chris Bond’s smirk reappears. While some may think he’s crazy for talking to himself, other’s can see he’s merely crazy like a fox. With Galactix feeling good about a cheap shot, Bond can only imagine how cocky he’ll get. Also, it’s only a matter of time before these two lock horns after this cheap shot heard ‘round the world. The scene slowly fades out…]
Johnny Wilkins – Ladies and gentlemen we have a special guest announcer for this historic, SCCW Tag team Championship. Let’s go up to the ring for as former SCCW performer takes it from here. Take it away, Sally Screw!
Sally – Thank you. Good evening everyone and welcome to the Simcoe County tag Team Championship match up between the Unholy Trinity of Dexter Somers and Joshua Baker as they take on the team of Brandon Watkins and Lauri Verne. And now, making their way to the ring. At a pre-McDonald’s happy meal weight of and being lead to the ring by the always creepy Trent Tyler, I give to you, The one, the only, THE UN-HOOOOOOOOOOOOLY...
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All Barrie Tag Team Title’s Match
The UnHoly Trinity Vs Lauri Verne & Brandon Watkins[The arena lights dim and the speakers roar to life as the song “Raining Blood” by SLAYER begins to thunder into the arena. The makeshift walkway stage suddenly has three spotlights thrust upon it to show…THE UNHOLY TRINITY, standing there, for all to see. There is a brief pause as they begin to stroll down to the ring, much to the chagrin of the crowd, before Sally completes the introduction.]
Sally – Trinity
[Recognizing that intro from somewhere else, the crowd reacts more favorably as the Trinity steps under the ropes and into the ring.]
Ryan Antonelli – What sort of intro was that. Was Sally trying to be disrespectful? She better watch out.
Johnny Wilkins – Sally can handle herself. But it’s worth noting that she has since been removed from the active roster. Looks like she has a future as a ring announcer thou.
Ryan Antonelli – Your opinion only buddy.
[The song “She loves me not” by Papa Roach interrupts the commentary as a lone female steps out onto the display stage from behind the dark curtain.]
Sally – And making her way to the ring one half of the other challengers for the Simcoe County Tag team Championships. Weighing in at a bikini-contest weight of 125lbs, she is the dazzling, the dominate, the do-anything girl herself… Lauri Verne!
[ Miss Verne begins her slow walk to the ring in a rather blindingly bejeweled coat, which she slyly slips off and tosses to her adoring fans along the way. She stops every now and then to pose for photos as paparazzi seem to appear from out of nowhere, all around her. As the music continues, her partner appears on the stage with a spotlight illuminating his visage.]
Sally – And her partner, weighing in at a post party vomiting weight of 225lbs.The self-proclaimed “Rockstar”… the man with the plan… the host with the most… the Eighth wonder of the musical as well as wrestling world… Brandon “The Revolutionary Rockstar” Watkins!
[The crowd lifts it’s volume up as Brandon begins his slow, steady stroll to the ring. His muli-colored hair, shines in the spotlight as camera flashes go off all around him. Even those that were taking pictures of Lauri Verne, stop to turn towards him as he walks by.]
Johnny Wilkins – OK, all combatants are now in the ring, let’s get this under way.
[The bell rings to signal the beginning of the match up as both Somers and Watkins square off in the center of the ring. A quick collar-elbow hookup turns into a headlock for Watkins, before he tosses Somers to the ropes and shoulder blocks him to the mat. Somers springs back up only to get hip tossed back to the mat. But, again he’s up quickly, charging right at Watkins trying to catch him by surprise. But it is Somers who is caught by surprise as he is arm dragged over Watkins shoulder, and is sent sprawling across the ring into his own corner. Much to the delight of the crowd. Watkins walks over to the back of Somers and grabs him by the back of the head, attempting to pick him up when Baker reaches over the ropes and drives a fist into his back. This causes Watkins to back off, facing Baker.]
Ryan Antonelli - What's with Brandon? Is he backing down from Baker's challenge!
Johnny Wilkins - Baker's challenge? He smacked him in the back when he wasn't looking.
Ryan Antonelli - Well, considering he was in the corner I'd say that was as good as any place to attack him. You didn't really expect Joshua Baker to step into the ring and challenge him did you? That would be illegal.
Johnny Wilkins - You amaze me sometimes, you really do. Anyways back to the action here as...
[Lauri Verne tags in at this point only to run right into a boot to the guts from Somers, he grabs her by the head towards his corner, tags off to Baker to make his presence legal and holds her as Joshua comes off the second rope with a double axe-handle across her back. Meanwhile, the Unholy Trinity’s manager Trent Tyler accompanied by a security guard make their way to ringside with a couple of metal suitcases. They have a seat at the commentator’s table. A side elbow sends her to one knee before he knee lifts her under the chin to send her right down to the mat. Joshua quickly grabs one of her legs and tries to reach down for a cover... but Lauri reaches up, hooks his elbow and rolls him over into a small package, hooking his leg with both of hers. The ref flops down for the count...]
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[But there is no three. It's at this point that one of the suitcases is opened and the arena spotlights reflect off the shiny interior to display... CASH ! The unmistakable brown hue of Canadian hundred dollar bills can be seen, neatly stacked in row upon row. The security guard holds it up for the ref to see and motions for him to come and get some.]
Johnny Wilkins - What? Is the Unholy Trinity trying to bribe a SCCW official? They are openly flaunting that suitcase full of cash.
Ryan Antonelli - get your eyes checked Johnny boy. All they are doing is making sure the cash is still in their. I happen to know that they cashed several personal appearance checks at the bank before the show. That's why security is here, to guard the cash. That ref should keep his eyes on the match and not on the Trinity's affairs.
Johnny Wilkins - And you fully expect me to believe that tripe?
Ryan Antonelli - I'm 50-50 on that.
[ In the delay, Lauri Verne has managed to allow Somers a chance to not only kick out, but to get to his corner. But instead of tagging, he head butts Lauri, spins her around and atomic drops hers towards the center of the ring. Now, tagging off, Baker enters the ring and bulldogs her into the center of the ring. He scoops her up and slams her back down to the mat with a power-slam. He tries to go for the cover when the ref turns his attention to what is happening outside the ring. The guest announcer, has now grabbed one of the suitcases from the guard and is waving it around.
Ryan Antonelli - What is that woman doing?
Johnny Wilkins - I'd say she's causing trouble, as her namesake implies.
[ Sally picks up the suitcase, snaps it open and begins to rip off the paper bill holders and begins to toss the bills into the crowd. The security guard tries to stop her but runs straight into a "Sally Forth" under the chin. The crowd gathers all over the south side of the ring, reaching over the barriers as local security tries to keep them at bay. Not wanting Trinity cash to flow to other hands, Joshua Baker leaps off the ring apron and rushes over to the fray, leaving his partner to fend for himself. But instead of confronting Sally, Joshua Baker just escorts his manager to the Trinity corner, leaving Sally with the suitcases.]
Johnny Wilkins – Now that’s confusing? Why is the Unholy Trinity just leaving their cash behind for everyone to grab, it’s pure bedlam down here, I can hardly see the ring anymore, there is just too many fans grabbing at the cash.
[Meanwhile back in the ring, Watkins and Verne had double-teamed Somers while the ref was stuffing his own pockets with $100 bills. But as they go for the cover there is no-one to count. Lauri is still on Somers, covered, and is thumping the mat himself, One... two...Three... But with no referee, the count is all but useless. Still covering him he looks over for the location of the money-eyed-referee. Joshua smirks as he passes by outside the ring heading for his corner. The ref slides back in and is about to count, when Somers lifts a shoulder up. The cash grab has distracted both Watkins and the ref enough for Baker to slip into the ring and slide Somers close to their corner, allowing for a tag.]
Johnny Wilkins – Wait a minute here.
[Johnny grabs one of the $100 bills from of the arena floor and holds it up for closer inspection.]
Johnny Wilkins – These aren’t real bills? These have a picture of Dexter Somers on one side and Joshua Baker on the other. Where’s the Queen? These bills are fake?
[Meanwhile, Lauri Verne has just side kicked Baker in the ribs and slammed him down into a DDT. A quick tag off brings Watkins in over the ropes with an elbow to the chest of Baker. He ref has now slipped into the ring, $100 bills, falling out of his overstuffed pockets. Watkins picks up the dazed Baker and tosses him to the ropes, connecting with a dropkick to the head of Joshua Baker, sending him into the turnbuckle. Back to his feet, Watkins pushes Baker into a neutral corner and begins to drive fist after fist into his forehead, before dropping any elbow across the top of his head, staggering him out of the corner. Backing up he waits for Baker to fall to the mat before landing a Flying Elbow off a bounce from the ropes. He tries for a cover, but the ref is too busy looking at the bills he stuffed into his pockets earlier, and only now is noticing that they are fake. Of course, he’s too busy to make a count.]
Johnny Wilkins – I don’t believe it! Fake bills? The Unholy Trinity were trying to bribe people with fake $100 bills?
Ryan Antonelli - How many times do I have to tell you, the Trinity were not trying to bribe anyone. Those bills were going to go to the West side Children's Orphanage to replace the Monopoly(tm) money that got destroyed in a fire they had.
Johnny Wilkins - Again, am I supposed to believe that? First you say it's real money that they got from cashing checks, now it's fake money that was destined for starving orphans? You must really think I'm dumb, don't you.
Ryan Antonelli - That's the general consensus.
Johnny Wilkins - Oh brother.
[ Watkins, signals for Lauri to get up on the ropes, tags her in and then drags Baker closer to their corner. Up on the top rope, Lauri Verne is sitting on her heels waiting for Baker to get to his feet. The audience lowers into a hush of anticipation before roaring to life as she leaps from her perch, connecting with a diving clothesline that slams Joshua's upper body into the mat. However, the impact has cause Lauri to roll towards the ropes, top which Somers hops off his corner, walks a few feet over and drags her outside the ring before she can cover his dazed partner. Not too thrilled she steps towards Dexter before the ref slips out of the ring between them, motioning for her to back off and for Somers to return to his corner. Up in the ring Baker has gotten to his feet and is waiting for Verne to reenter the ring. But with Somers causing trouble the ref stays out there between them as all three jostle around. Baker uses this distraction to sucker punch Watkins as he stands in his corner. A quick hip-flip sends him into the ring where Baker picks him up and tosses him to the ropes. Somers, finally relents, and heads for his corner, climbing back into his corner, allowing both the ref and Lauri Verne to reenter under the ropes. Just in time to see Baker back suplex Watkins up, over the top rope and out to the floor below. Before Lauri can react thou, Joshua slams a foot into her gut, and with the crowd on it's feet shouting at him for his transgressions, he hops onto the top of the turnbuckle himself. The referee still angry about the fake bills in his pocket doesn't bother to stop Brandon Watkins as he comes in for the save, only to be met with a running shoulder block by Dexter Somers that sends them both rolling into the corner. With the crowd on it's feet now and energized by the in-ring run-in Joshua baker goes for, and hits, his Frog Splash across the chest of Lauri Verne and goes for the cover.]
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Winners: And New Tag Team Champions, The UnHoly Trinity ++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Ryan Antonelli - They did it! They did it, Simcoe County has a new set of Tag Team Champions!
Johnny Wilkins - The Unholy Trinity has indeed captured the tag belts.
Ryan Antonelli – Not just that. They out smarted their opponent’s in the ring and any “outside” elements as well with their free-cash maneuver. When you think on more than one level, you truly show your worth. Truly the mark of champions, although I hate to see it come against my woman.
Johnny Wilkins - Yeah well, the best of a very bad bunch have taken these titles tonight, congratulations to Baker and Somers!
Ryan Antonelli - Pah, Verne was robbed... ROBBED I TELL YA.
[The fans give a mixed reaction for Unholy Trinity's title win, still hating their attitude, but definitely preferring them to hold the gold over Lauri Verne. They slap hands and exit the ring with the titles, leaving Brandon Watkins slumped in one corner, holding his head in shock at quick loss, and Verne leant on the ropes equally as shocked. Watkins slowly gets to his feet and moves over to Lauri, holding out a hand for a handshake, however Verne simply stares at Watkins in anger, before slapping him around the face! The fans boo loudly as Watkins stumbles back, before he responds with a right hand of his own!]
Ryan Antonelli - It's really broken down here; from potential new Tag Team Champions to this, Verne and Watkins are going at it!
[Verne lands back a hard forearm, and Watkins respond as the noise in the arena increases and the pair end up in a corner. Watkins throws a punch, however Verne ducks it and turns, planting a boot right in Watkins' groin! The fans boo as he doubles over, and out of nowhere Lauri lands a corkscrew roundhouse kick - The Best Kick Ever! Watkins slumps back against the turnbuckles, this time out cold, and Verne stares down at her former partner, before shaking her head and climbing out of the ring.]
Johnny Wilkins - What the hell? She had no reason to slap him!
Ryan Antonelli - He didn't work hard enough in the match, it's his fault they lost... THAT'S the reason!
[The fans boo the house down on Verne as she heads up the ramp, not even turning to face the fans before disappearing to the back.]
Johnny Wilkins - She reminds me of a female Aaron Blaize or something.
Ryan Antonelli - The World could not be so lucky Wilkins… ever. But she is damn awesome! As I am sure this Barbaric free for all shall be… madness should be expected!
Johnny Wilkins - Very true folks, this match reeks of a crazy outcome. No rules, weapons allowed, eleven people… and here it comes! Barbaric championship free for all is NEXT!
[Small Break in action.]
