Monday Night Aggression #35 -[03/08/10]-

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Monday Night Aggression #35
March 8th 2010

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[The Feed for MNA #35, March 8th 2010 now begins…]

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Johnny Wilkins - Well hello there Simcoe! Welcome to SCCW’s Monday Night Aggression! I’m Johnny Wilkins along side…

Ryan Antonelli - Ryan “Owner of all Glory” Antonelli!

Johnny Wilkins - Yeah… Anyhow people we have another explosive night planned. A Barbaric title main event under submission rules, a non title Heavyweight match between Scarlett Willis and Ladainian Harper! And much, MUCH more!

Ryan Antonelli - Chug your energy drinks and get the popcorn ready! The action starts now baby!!!

I Win…

[Backstage, with no match and little to do, Joseph Cole will wait for as long as he has to.  He's been seated here, on a folding steel chair, since about 2 p.m. He calls it 1400 Hours.  Either way, he's been here a long time before the man he is waiting for finally arrives.  Chris Bond finally comes walking up the hall from the parking garage wearing a pair of faded jeans and a black Affliction-style t-shirt, Joe Cole is quick to stand and begin his march toward Bond.  Bond sees him twenty feet away and drops his bag on the ground, hoists his Legacy Championship onto his shoulder...and waves at the oncoming Soldier of Fortune!  Joe is fifteen feet out.]

Chris Bond  -  Hey!  Joey!

[The smile gets even broader as Joe is ten feet away.  Chris is looking at Joe as if he were Da Vinci admiring the Mona Lisa.  He knows that the mask of rage on Joe's face is like his personal art, and he also knows that Joey Cole wants to be a good boy far too much to every really do anything here in the backstage area.  Heck, Joe is only doing this to get the love from the fans that he didn't get from daddy.....Right?

Bond's smile falters just a little when Joe is about seven feet away.]

Chris Bond  -  Come to beg for a rematch?

Joseph Cole [From five feet away]  -  Nope.

[Chris smile is gone when Joe is two feet away.  He realizes he misjudged, and drops the title, ready to defend.  It's a little too late though, and Joe catches him with a simple straight right hand and pops Bond's head back.  Bond returns fire, but Joe ducks and puts a roundhouse kick square on the back of Bond's head.  Bond stumbles forward a little, Joe turns him around and grabs him by the collar of his shirt.  He presses Bond back against the wall and throws a couple of blindingly fast uppercuts that draw some blood from Bond's lip.  Joe hasn't wanted to get at a man like this since he was fifteen.  He throws another uppercut into Bond's teeth, and the blood flows a little more.  Bond's head hangs a little, and both men pause.  The Soldier of Fortune clearly had only wanted the fight, he hadn't had a plan of where to go from here and that wasn't like Joe.

Slowly, Chris raises his head to meet Joe's eyes.  He isn't dazed though.  He's smiling.  Chris doesn't hesitate, he spits a mouthful of spit, with a little blood, right into The Marine's face.  Joe doesn't hesitate because he doesn't even think.  He lowers his hip, spins, and whirls Bond through the glass window of the small conference room behind him.  Bond's body makes the dull THUMP sound on the floor as the glass tinkles around him like sharp drops of rain.  As the camera zooms in, Bond's smile is even larger as he lays on the cold floor. A little bit of blood finding it's way through the small gaps between Bond's teeth showcases the severity of the mind games he's willing to play.]

Chris Bond - Hey Coletrain, maybe next time I'll actually defend myself...

[Bond musters with a small chuckle. Cole kicks the door in, denting the wall in the process. He nails a kick to Bond's midsection as the Legacy Champion was attempting to pull himself to his feet. Bond rolls over, little shards of glass digging deeper into his back. Bond's face widens with a smile, and Cole's face remains cold and calculating.]

Joseph Cole - Do you think this is funny? You're one sick puppy Chris.

[Another kick into the midsection and Bond howls a small scream of pain before smiling once more.]

Chris Bond - What's funny Cole is that you think you're getting anything accomplished.

[That's not what Cole wanted to hear. Boot, boot, stomp, stomp. Kick! Kick! Six different stomps to Bond's midsection sends the Legacy Champion coughing up blood. Cole wipes a bit of sweat from his forehead.]

Chris Bond - Is that the best you've got boy!?

[The term 'boy' is like a codeword. Some guys snap at the sound of bubblegum, but Cole here apparently found the word 'boy' and latched onto it with pure hatred because he lunges at Bond and just starts pummeling away. Punch and punch, jab after jab with Bond just laying there, smiling as his face begins to look more like mashed strawberries than his glorious mug. Blood, and spit, and skin and glass flies everywhere, Cole heaving with pure rage.]

Joseph Cole - HOW'S THIS FOR BOY DAD!?

[It's like something clicks, and everything goes quiet. With every hit Cole becomes more livid and angry... that is until he realizes what he just said. "Dad"... huh. Something happened, and somebody's got Daddy issues. Cole stops in mid-swing and Bond just rolls over, coughing up some blood. Maybe even a tough, but that's neither here nor there. Cole just backs away, not liking what has just happened. His face is pale, with the only color coming from the few specks of blood that splattered across his face from the pummeling moments ago. Cole backs away, his eyes no longer filled with rage and hatred... but with regret. As he slides down the back wall, a random stage hand walks by and notices the damage and screams for security. As personnel run in through the doorway, the sounds of silence echo throughout Cole's head. Once can only assume he's hating himself for becoming the one man he never wanted to be. And as EMTs rush in and check on Bond's condition, it can be noted here that out of the corner of his broken and battered face, the tiniest smirk becomes evident, and he's quickly loaded onto a stretcher. People are sitting next to Cole, trying to calm him down and find out what happened. Bond is slowly rolled out of the room, and camera zooms in on the carnage along the side wall. Smears of blood and broken skin, glass and torn clothing. In all this chaos there is nothing but silence, that is until someone speaks up.]

Chris Bond - I... I.... I win.

[His trademark smirk reappears plastered across his bloody face, and Cole does nothing but sink his head into his hands. Bond's rolled out from the room and the camera just focuses on the broken spirit on 'Ice Cold' Cole... a man who appears to have won the war--but lost the battle within.]

Johnny Wilkins - My gosh that was complete chaos, this rivalry between Cole and Bond gets uglier by the week. I swear with this going on, Blaize and Adams at ends, and Willis and Verne… I can’t keep up with who needs stitches each Monday.

Ryan Antonelli - Ha ha ha, I can tell ya it isn’t ole Bondo-matrix, the Blaizer or “legs like Heaven” Lauri Verne… That’s for damn sure!

Johnny Wilkins - Okay? Anyhow folks on that note it appears we are ready to get some ring action under way. Hannah Rickman faces off with Kip Kutler… Right now!

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Single’s Match
Kip Kutler Vs. Hannah Rickman

[“Stricken” by Disturbed hits the speakers, and Kip Kutler steps out of the curtain and the fans boo as he taunts by crossing his arms over. He smirks to the fans, raising one arm as he walks down the ramp and then rolls into the ring. Kutler then drops to one knee in the middle of the ring and flexes his muscles to the fans as they continue to boo him loudly.]

Johnny Wilkins - Kip Kutler making his way out here, still looking for a win!

Ryan Antonelli - Well I heard he's facing a débutante tonight, so I'd say we can already mark a dubyah in his column...

[“Put A Diamond In It” hits the speakers, and the fans seem confused as to who is coming out before Miss Hannah Rickman steps out. Immediately a cheer goes up as the fans remember her from the previous show. Rickman is uncharacteristically dressed in a modest pair of baggy jogging bottoms with plain kick and knee pads on, and a plain black top and elbow pads. Max walks out with her and hands her a bottle of water, which he takes a swig of, before climbing up onto the apron. Looking focused, Rickman leans against one corner and nods her head to herself.]

Ryan Antonelli - I take that back, all of it, this one is SMOKIN'

Johnny Wilkins - And spoken for, that guy right there is Max Jameson, her fiancé

Ryan Antonelli - SCCW fans, I am placing a $50,000 bounty on the head of one Max Jameson. The Antonelli wants him some Rickman!

[The bell rings and the fans begin to clap as Rickman and Kutler circle around the ring. Both with opposing styles, Rickman as a luchadore and Kutler as a powerhouse, as they lock up the power advantage straight away goes to Kutler. He forces Rickman against the ropes and whips her off, rebounding off of the ropes and he slams a shoulder into Rickman, knocking her back strongly against the mat and immediately she grasps at the previously injured back. Kutler wastes no time in stamping down on the back, before he rolls Rickman onto her front and places a knee into the back, stretching back on her chin. Rickman writhes in pain, however Kutler immediately drags her up and Irish whips her into the ropes. Once more Rickman rebounds off of them, however this time as Kutler goes for the shoulder block, Rickman dodges it and turns, dropkicking Kutler in the back! Kutler stumbles back and Rickman runs, slamming a forearm into his face, and Kutler stumbles into the corner before Rickman begins to throw kicks at his gut before she heads to the opposite corner and runs, spearing the big man against the corner! Kutler stumbles out and Rickman covers... 1... -- no!]

Ryan Antonelli - Quick kick-out there, it's gonna take more than that to keep big Kip Kutler down. Y'know, I'm going off this Rickman woman more and more... she's so boring!

Johnny Wilkins - Boring? [He sighs] She's just got over a near career-threatening injury, she's not going to take unnecessary risks, is she?

[Rickman goes to pull Kutler up, however he lands a European uppercut and it knocks Hannah off of her feet. Kutler manages to stand and he stamps down on her back, before pulling her up by her hair and throwing a hard shot into her face. As Rickman stumbles back, Kutler scoops her up and drops her with a backbreaker over the knee, before pulling her up and dropping her with a sidewalk slam. He hooks the leg... 1... 2... kickout from Rickman! The fans cheer Hannah's resiliency, however Kutler doesn't want to give her any chance as he pulls her up and runs off the ropes, landing a big boot! Rickman lands hard and he covers again... 1... 2... no! Once more the shoulder goes up, and this time and angered Kutler pulls Rickman to her feet and throws her against the corner. He then takes a few steps back and lowers his elbow pad before sprinting and he throws the elbow -- but Rickman ducks it! Kutler gets tied up in the corner and she rolls him up... 1... 2... thr-- NO! Kutler manages to kick out to HUGE boos, and Rickman uses the ropes to stand as she holds her back in pain. As Kutler gets to one knee Rickman runs, landing a massive shining wizard that knocks him for six and she covers again... 1... 2... no! Shoulder up from Kutler, and Hannah immediately hauls him up, holding him for the Rickman Extraordinaire. The fans cheer for the move, but with the back pain and Kutler's weight she can't do it, and instead Kutler grabs her head and throws her over the top rope with a modified snapmare!]

Johnny Wilkins - Almost hit the move! But Rickman's back gave way!

Ryan Antonelli - Shutup Wilkins, she's closer to me now... let's see if the Antonelli can't score this babe...

Johnny Wilkins - I thought she was boring?

Ryan Antonelli - On closer inspection, Jonathan, she may be boring but her penguins are GREAT!

[Hannah slumps against the guard rail, holding her back in pain as Kutler exits the ring. Max, who is tending to his fiancé, backs off -- not wanting ANY of Kutler. Kutler makes a cut-throat gesture as the referee begins to count... 1... Kutler heads over to Rickman and smirks, planting a boot on her... 2... he pulls Rickman up and throws a shot, knocking her against the metal rail... 3... he then hauls Rickman up onto his shoulders, and points to the steel stairs!... 4... he runs -- but Rickman drops out behind to huge cheers! Kutler turns -- dropkick from Hannah Rickman!... 5... the force of the kick sends him back against the stairs, however his eyes bulge with rage and he kicks them away... 6... Rickman shows guts as she throws a punch at the angered Kutler, however he slams a boot into her gut and lifts her for a powerbomb... 7... Kutler turns to the exposed steel stair base -- but Rickman drops down and manages to execute a modified tornado DDT! Kutler crashes onto the steel and slumps off as Rickman lays out on the outside... 8... the referee climbs out of the ring to check on Kutler as Hannah lays out, struggling to get to her feet... 9... the referee leans down over Kutler as Hannah's legs give way from the match -- but as the ref's back is turned, Max hauls her up and into the ring... 10!!!]

Winner: Hannah Rickman

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Johnny Wilkins - Rickman did it! She won!

Ryan Antonelli - Not without Ugly McBoyfriend there helping her!!!

Johnny Wilkins - As you always say, if you've got it, flaunt it -- and Hannah had Max! I'll agree, it's a dubious win, but listen to these fans, they don't care.

[Max and the referee raise Hannah's arm in victory as she finally cracks a bit of a smile at winning, and hugs Max. The pair celebrate in the ring and the fans cheer loudly as “Put A Diamond In It” plays over the speakers.]

Johnny Wilkins - A big win for Miss Rickman, what a welcome to Simcoe. Wait, I am getting word that there has been an occurrence backstage.

Ryan Antonelli - An occurrence?

Johnny Wilkins - Yes, like an altercation of some sort.

Hessingbroke…

[The cameras cut to the backstage area, we are in the vending section. We catch a glimpse of a group of EMTs, and security guards as they seem huddled around one of the machines, moving around the camera catches a glimpse of two EMTs as they assist a busted open, and disoriented Samuel Hessingstock. Standing there with his arms folded is a painted faced Myke Adams, even under the pain the looks disgusted and concerned. As the EMTs assist Hessingstock onto a gurney, Myke turns with his head hung low in distraught and runs right into an approaching Chris Champion, Chris looks over the scene and then down at Adams. Myke looking up at Champion through the mask of paint.]

Chris Champion - Yo jacka-roo! What the hell is going on?! What happened to Hess?

[Myke peers back at the scene and shakes his head.]

Myke Adams - I dunno Chris, I was walking through here and found him like this.

[Champion snarls a bit, frustrated as he booms out.]

Chris Champion - I am getting REAL sick and TIRED of these shady attacks!!! We need to find out who did this crap!

[Adams looks back at his good friend, Hess being wheeled off down the corridor. He then looks at Champion briefly and shakes his head before simply walking away. Chris watches Adams go, and folds his own arms. Watching the EMTs cart Hessingstock as the Battle Machine simply sighs and we head back to the booth.]

Johnny Wilkins - Oh man, Hess was in a bad place back there.

Ryan Antonelli - He musta ask for it.

Johnny Wilkins - I am willing to place my money on the Trinity. With Stern and Hess making a huge push for those Heritage tag belts… It just makes sense.

Ryan Antonelli - Pft, look who “found” him. Tinkerbelle did it! I KNOW IT! And Chris Champion is too dead weight in the head to see that. I tell ya if it wasn’t for Dynasty, or men like Bondo and Cash… This place would be like a mental hospital.

Johnny Wilkins - Sure… Anyhow folks, Anita has just sent me word, she is backstage with our very own Heavyweight champion… Scarlett Willis!!!

Believe It…

[ We head backstage where the current reigning Heavyweight Champion is stood alongside Anita Naylor. Scarlett Willis is already in her ring attire for the match she has later tonight against Ladainian Harper. With her is the championship belt on her shoulder she gives a soft nod towards Anita who opens her mouth to speak. ]

Anita Naylor – Scarlett, tonight you’ve got a match against Ladainian Harper but I believe that’s not what you want to speak about right now?

Scarlett Willis – Nope. It’s not. See this week maybe just maybe I’ve taken my eye off the ball a little where Dynasty was concerned. I want to stand here and tell you and the rest of them I haven’t forgotten them in the slightest. This week has been a fresh change of pace to be honest and I’ve enjoyed it without having to deal with that Dynasty scum that keeps appearing like a bad smell. But now I’m here tonight and I just know one of them if not all of them will have something to do or something to say about me, about Myke, or about anyone else who wants to stand up and do something about them. It’s becoming a fact of life every time Aggression rolls around. Well it’s going to change.

Anita Naylor – How do you mean?

Scarlett Willis – Last week I was set to perform and defend this championship right here. I’d got myself into the right frame of mind despite traveling all the way back from California. Didn’t matter how tired I was I was pumped to get Lauri Verne and teach her a lesson that she can’t expect me to just roll over, curl up in a ball and let her get away with murder. Let her get away with ALL the things she is doing around the place. I was ready to defend and what did she do? She chickened out! She no showed! Do you think that sits well with me at all? It doesn’t. It just frustrates me further that she thinks she can do what the heck she likes around the place. She’s the puppet master so to speak and she’s making me dance. Not anymore!

Anita Naylor – I...

Scarlett Willis – I’m not jumping through any more of her hoops. I’m sick of the attacks every time they feel like it. Do you honestly think I’ll be able to get through my match later tonight without one of Dynasty rearing their ugly heads? It’s a real slim chance because Lauri Verne has NO honor whatsoever. Bring it Verne because I’m stating this as a fact right here and right now I’m stepping up on a mission. I’m going to fend off Lauri Verne. I’m going to stop all the games she’s playing with me. I’m making it my soul responsibility to bring Lauri Verne down to size. It’s you and me Verne... no one else. Believe it.

[ Scarlett looks over at Anita with a look of pure determination on her face. Anita looks to say something else but Scarlett gives a slight shake of the head before turning on her heel and heading off to prepare for her match a little later in the evening. ]

Johnny Wilkins - The champion has obviously had enough of everything Lauri Verne and Dynasty has thrown at her. I myself cannot wait for her to get Lauri Verne one on one and finally just put this whole ordeal to rest.

Ryan Antonelli - What ordeal? You mean when Dynasty finally brings the Heavyweight championship home? Ha ha ha. Willis is a scared little girl, you can see it in those eyes.

Johnny Wilkins - Whatever you say Ryan.

Ryan Antonelli - As long as you know that.

[The camera cuts backstage into the parking lot, Justin Giomazzo has just arrived on his motorbike and looks ready for action, a reporter for a local news station approaches him.]

Mike Kabeljous  - Justin, I’m Mike Kapeelous Simcoe County News, do you have a minute to talk.

Justin Giomazzo - Make it fast, I’m running late or haven’t you noticed the traffic on the way here?!

Mike Kabeljous - Yeah tell me about it! I was 20 minutes late getting into work today! Anyway your debut match against Kip Kutler last week was a success, think you’ll continue you’re success against Gore?

Justin Giomazzo - Of course I am, Gore’s tough but not tough enough to beat me and I’ll beat him and continue my winning streak, Now if you excuse me I’ve gotta get changed into my wrestling gear and get ready for my match.

[Justin walks off as we head to ringside…]

Johnny Wilkins - Giomazzo looks pretty ready for the task at hand, he is sure to have his hands full with Eaton Gore.

Ryan Antonelli - Or have them ripped off and devoured!!! Ha ha ha.

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Single’s Match
Justin Giomazzo Vs. Eaton Gore

[“Only” by Anthrax hits the speakers, and a cheer goes up for the so-far undefeated Justin Giomazzo. The unshakeable American-Italian steps out of the curtain to more ovation, and claps his hands along with the music as he walks down the ramp. He stops to pose with someone holding an Italian flag with the words “Pitbull Rocks” on it, before he slides into the ring and poses on the turnbuckles for the fans.]

Johnny Wilkins - Giomazzo had an impressive debut last week against Kip Kutler, picking up a win. But can he overcome the fan-favourite cannibal, Eaton Gore?

Ryan Antonelli - I bet this match won't even happen, they'll just start discussing the benefits of human meat and salami...

[Immediately Eaton Gore comes storming out of the curtain, sprinting down the ramp as the fans cheer him. He waves Excalibur, his fork, in air and slides under the bottom rope. As the referee catches sight of the fork Eaton slips it into his trouser pocket and and shrugs at the referee, feigning no knowledge of the fork before raising his arms to the fans.]

Ryan Antonelli - This guy should be locked up!

Johnny Wilkins - Why?! He's done nothing wrong...

Ryan Antonelli - He eats PEOPLE!

Johnny Wilkins - Malicious rumours Antonelli, malicious rumours...

[The bell rings, and both Gore and Giomazzo shakes hands before they lock up in the middle of the ring and struggle for dominance. The much larger Giomazzo manages to twist it around to a waist lock, and he slams Gore down with an amateur takedown before he stands and drops an elbow over Gore's back before pulling him up and whipping him into the corner, following it up with a big splash. Gore stumbles out and Giomazzo crashes him down with a deep arm drag, keeping hold of the arm and applying a modified armbar. Gore struggles against the submission move before he manages to twist around, grasps at Giomazzo's leg and nailing a dragon screw. Giomazzo and Gore get to their feet, and Gore slams a boot into the gut before he holds Giomazzo in a front facelock, slapping and chopping at Giomazzo's back before he pushes the Italian back and lands an outside crescent kick. Giomazzo his the mat hard, but climbs to his feet only to be landed with a huge clothesline from Gore. Gore covers... 1... 2.. kickout! The fans cheer Giomazzo's kick out as Gore grasps his head, going for a headbutt, but Giomazzo counters it with a jawbreaker! Gore stumbles back and Giomazzo runs, plating a big knee into Gore's head and he drops to the mat... 1... 2... shoulder up! The crowd cheer Gore's kickout too!]

Johnny Wilkins - Both going toe-to-toe here! These are two of the most well-loved newcomers to SCCW.

Ryan Antonelli - Meh, Kutler's way better.

Johnny Wilkins - Yeah, he's almost as good as Y2RR!

[Gore uses the ropes to stand, however Giomazzo immediately slams a boot into his gut and pulls Gore's head in for a standing headscissors and pulls him up, dropping down for a piledriver. Gore's head bounces off the mat, and Giomazzo hooks the leg again... 1... 2... Kickout from Gore! The fans cheer as Giomazzo drags Gore up and whips him into the corner, laying in a series of shots before he takes a few steps back. He raises his hand and shouts out 'Viva Italia' before running, hand-springing off the mat and flips backwards with an elbow to Gore's head. Gore stumbles out and Giomazzo climbs up onto the top rope, turning is back on Gore before he flips backwards, going for a moonsault block -- but Gore throws a boot up and kicks Giomazzo in the chest! Giomazzo crumples to the mat and Gore begins to plant a wild series of slaps, elbows, kicks, bites and scratches before he pulls Giomazzo up and throws a shot at his gut! Gore then doubles Giomazzo over with a club to the back and he runs off the ropes before leaping up, dropping Giomazzo with a fame asser! He covers... 1... 2... NO! Gore slaps the mat in anger before he lifts Giomazzo to his feet and lands a snap suplex and he he drops a leg over Giomazzo's throat, covering... 1... 2... Kickout from Giomazzo!]

Johnny Wilkins - Neither of these two can keep the other down!

Ryan Antonelli - The Italian and the Cannibal... it's like a fetish-fest in this one!

Johnny Wilkins - …

[Gore hauls Giomazzo up once more, however Giomazzo manages to leap up and hit an enzuigiri! Gore stumbles forward and turns -- right into a superkick from Giomazzo! Gore hits the mat right under the corner and Giomazzo points to the corner, getting a huge reception from the fans. He leaps to the top rope, and signals for the Italian Slice before leaping off, rotating for his shooting star leg drop -- but Gore rolls out the way!!! Giomazzo hits the mat hard and clutches his back in agony as Gore gets to his feet. The crowd make a tonne of noise as Gore slips Excalibur out of his pocket and as Giomazzo stands he gets an eye-full of fork! Giomazzo stumbles forward and Gore drops him with a small package DDT... 1... 2... 3!!!]

Winner: Eaton Gore

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Johnny Wilkins - Gore wins! Gore wins! Gore wins!

Ryan Antonelli - But look! Giomazzo is not the least bit pleased!

[As Gore raises his hands in celebration, a recovering Giomazzo stands and spins him around. He holds his eye and shouts at Gore, frustrated with the use of the fork before he lands a huge shot on Gore's face! Giomazzo goes mad with punches, all over Gore, before he pulls out the fork and threatens Gore with it.]

Ryan Antonelli - Giomazzo grew some nuts!

Johnny Wilkins - Well, his frustrations are understandable, as far as I've heard that fork shot hurts like hell...

[Giomazzo raises the fork, as if going to replicate Gore's usage of it -- but all of a sudden MASSIVE cheers go up and Chris Champion comes storming out of the back! The crowd go nuts with cheers as the Battle Machine sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring, and an angry Giomazzo immediately exits the ring and walks off, shaking his head. Champion looks down at Gore and outstretches a hand, helping him up as the fans cheer loudly.]

Johnny Wilkins - Chris Champion with the save!!

Ryan Antonelli - Why... if it isn't my two favorite wrestlers...

Johnny Wilkins - Button it Antonelli, but what could this mean? Champion saving Gore?

[The two raise one another's arms, and Champion snarls at Giomazzo as the Italian heads backstage, still clutching his eye in pain.]

As Many As I Can…

[We are shown the backstage area where Riflewilly is sitting on the floor seated against the wall with the baseball bat that he had used last week on Alexander Steele pressed against his forehead. His hands are wrapped around the handle delicately as if the bat were made out of glass. He seems to be in deep concentration as a single dim light shines down on him from above.]

Rifle – Last week I may have ended the career of one of the most promising wrestlers in the SCCW. I warned him that he should have made the right decision or else it would be ME who made a career altering decision for him.

[Rifle smirks and nods before letting the bat fall next to him letting out a metallic clang as the aluminum connects with concrete.]

Rifle- I want to warn Chris Champion right now that what I did felt good. I am almost glad that he made the wrong decision as well. It is going to feel like a state of nirvana when I leave him lying in a heap in the center of that ring tonight. Chris, I hope you have some sort of insurance coverage because you will no longer be making money in this business in the state I am going to leave you. It’s time to take things to a NEW level. Since I feel like I may be on my way out of the SCCW I am going to take as many people out with me as I can.

[As the camera pans out Rifle lets out a psychotic cackle as we fade back to ringside.]

Johnny Wilkins - That guy has lost it… period.

Ryan Antonelli - Willy had something to lose?! Ha ha ha.

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Single’s Match
J.T. Cash Vs. Dexter

[With JT Cash standing in the ring waiting for Dexter he smirks. Dressed in his wrestling gear Cash demands the microphone with the Studio A crowd all booing in unison…]

J.T.Cash – Show some respect you god damn ingrates...

[His words only served to create a louder crowd, chants of ‘J.T Sucks, J.T Sucks’ run around the arena like wildfire. Cash simply grimaces]

J.T.Cash – You see this, this is the National Wrestling Alliance Television Championship title, this title means that J.T.Cash is THE man in this company, this title represents one of the biggest companies in professional wrestling history. It goes beyond the company that you idiots pay your monthly wages to come and see. In two months J.T.Cash has become one of the biggest names in this company, in two months I have made my name known on the national stage just like I said I would...

[Cash smiles arrogantly as he paces the centre of the ring]

J.T.Cash – You see Dexter your coming to this ring threatening the world, you heard what I said big man... You want to think your better than Simcoe County that's fine, you do what the hell you want but the minute you think you’re better than me, the minute you think the Unholy Trinity is better than the Modern Day Kings is the minute we have a problem. Tonight Dexter, you’re going to know just what J.T.Cash has and will forever be capable of. Make note Dexter, J.T.Cash does what he wants, when he wants... to who he wants. You think you’re any different then think again. But before you drag your ass out here to get it kicked I want to address one man, a man that you idiots seem to love... Galactix......

[Cash looked around as the crowd’s cheers showered him, chants of ‘Galactix’. Cash grimaced towards the fans as his fate showed nothing but hate]

J.T.Cash – G-Whizz, watch... watch very, very closely, take notes, make recordings because what you are going to see tonight is just a peak at what I am going to put you through in order to become the next Welterweight Champion, you and the rest of these scum sucking moron’s will be left in no doubt that J.T.Cash is, was and forever will be...everything you will never be...

[Cash tosses the microphone to one side with the fans showering him with a chorus of boos as they wait for Dexter…]

Johnny Wilkins - Man Cash is a arrogant guy.

Ryan Antonelli - I think you may mistake talent for arrogance. If you can walk it, you can talk it Wilkins… Period, and this guy nearly destroyed Myke Adams last week.

Johnny Wilkins - But he didn’t, he lost.

Ryan Antonelli - Blah, shut up. You bore me.

[“The Gist” by Chevelle pierces the ears of the fans in attendance. Dexter breaks through the curtain. He stands looking out over the crowd with determination in his eyes. He begins his walk to the ring. The crowd showering on the boos as Dexter steps through the ropes and heads to the corner. His eyes fixate onto J.T. Cash as Dexter drops into the corner and cracks his wrists while he waits for the start of the match.]

Johnny Wilkins - This should be a pretty nice contest. Both are talented competitors when they chose to be.

Ryan Antonelli - Listen to these idiots in the crowd, they have no respect!

[The crowd is torn on who to dislike more, as Cash and Dexter tie up in the ring, J.T. spinning the tie up into a quick side headlock, tucking his fingers into the eye holes of Dexter‘s mask and tugging as he wrenches the headlock on tight! The referee breaks the hold quickly and warns at Cash, who plays innocent with a smirk and shrug before quickly kicking Dexter in the mid section. Dex folds over before quickly getting spun around with a well executed swinging neckbreaker from J.T. Cash, who rolls him over and hooks the leg.]

Johnny Wilkins - Early pin!

ONE!

TWO!!

Ryan Antonelli - Kick out! And it continues…

[Cash doesn‘t let the kickout faze him as he hurries up and tugs on Dexter‘s mask, pulling him to a stand before two knife edge chops send loud smacking sounds throughout the jarred crowd. The crowd a riot of boos, not liking either man much it would seem. Dexter‘s chest has got a red hue now as he grabs at it before he is unwillingly Irish whipped by Cash into the ropes, as Dexter bounces out he ducks as Cash looks for a flying lariat! Cash crashes over the mat and rolls to a stand turning as an aggressive Dexter plows into him with a resurgent attack of forearm shots and back hand chops! Dexter grabs at Cash’s head and drops to his knees bringing him down over the crown of his scalp with a nasty chin buster!]

Johnny Wilkins - OUCH! That was a vile chin buster!

Ryan Antonelli - That it was, look at Cash’s face… He’s stunned!

[Cash grabs at his chin, bringing some ‘pops‘ from the crowd as he stumbles about and turns right into a nicely done dropkick from Dexter! Cash rebounds out of the ropes yet again right as Dexter rises, Dex catching J.T. and quickly twisting him around for a brutal tilt a whirl backbreaker! Now Dexter makes the heavy pin…]

Johnny Wilkins - Nice backbreaker!

ONE!

TWO!!

TH… NO!!!

[Cash rolls side ways breaking the count, Dexter‘s eyes remain focused as he stands again and rounds two nice kicks into Cash, he then pulls J.T. back to his feet and slides around behind him before locking in a sleeper hold! Cash‘s arms flail about as he tries to get free, his teeth grinding as he rips and tears at Dexter‘s grip. Fighting with all his life, Dexter tries to keep the sleeper in but Cash slides to his side and bangs a nasty elbow into Dexter‘s side, then another, and another! Dexter loses his grip and before he knows it he is eating a face full of J.T. Cash‘s shin! Cash levels Dexter with a vicious step up Enzuigiri.]

Johnny Wilkins - Wowzer, nice kick!

Ryan Antonelli - That gave me a migraine!

[As Cash backs up, Dexter pushes his way up, the crowd standing in awe as Cash runs in and jumps up, placing a leg behind Dexter‘s neck and bringing him down awkwardly on the top of his head with a leg drop bulldog or fame-asser type move!]

Johnny Wilkins - Oh look at that impact, I think that did some damage to Dexter’s head or neck… He’s not moving after that!

Ryan Antonelli - Dang, that even gave me a neck cramp.

[J.T. Cash smirks, looking down at the lifeless form of Dexter, the crowd on their feet. Something seems off, as Cash pulls Dexter up and tucks his head between his legs before spiraling up and over with a vile, and just nasty flipping piledriver! The Canadian Destroyer he calls Zero Gravity! Cash makes a half assed pin as the referee pounds the man with an expression of concern.]

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Winner: J.T. Cash

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Ryan Antonelli - Um, I think Dexter is really fudged up in there. If that leg drop dog didn’t do it, that flipping piledriver did. He’s out like yesterday’s garbage!

Johnny Wilkins - I agree, Cash may have took it too far… here comes Justin Rose with some EMTs… This does not look good at all.

[Justin Rose remains outside the ring, shouting orders at the EMTs and such as J.T. Cash passes by him, Cash wearing a smug grin as he hoist his NeWA World‘s TV title high and ignores the disdain raining from the crowd. Justin glances at Cash, before giving his attention back to the EMTs and Dexter.]

Johnny Wilkins - Man, as much as he has shunned us as part of the Trinity, you never wanna see someone go down like this.

Ryan Antonelli - Speak for yourself… This turncoat had it coming!

Johnny Wilkins [sigh] - Yeah, well folks as they assist Dexter out of the ring. I think Anita has our very own Welterweight champ backstage… Anita?

Welterwarning…

[We go backstage to where Anita Naylor is standing with the  SCCW Welterweight Champion, Galactix. He has the title belt slung over one shoulder]

Anita Naylor - Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with the SCCW Welterweight Champion, Galactix. Tix, last week--

[Anita looks around cautiously expecting a repeat performance of last week]

Anita Naylor - You fell prey to a vicious attack by J.T Cash. Who it turns out is now the number one contender for that title and your opponent at 'Blaize of Glory'.

Galactix - It's nice to be here...

Anita Naylor - We've just seen J.T Cash, the NeWA World Television Champion in action in an impressive match against Dexter, so, I'm guessing what we want to know is what are your thoughts?

[Galactix strokes his chin with his left hand before answering]

Galactix - I've seen the lengths J.T Cash would go to just to get a shot at the belt, I'm wondering how far he'll go to win. I mean, I didn't think many people could sink as low as Atreides did in their bid to get to me - but last week, I almost felt pity for that man. Having to be on the receiving end of a Cash sneak attack ... That's despicable behavior, Anita. All Cash had to do was come to me and ask for a shot at the belt, I would have told him to go to the committee myself. But no, he takes Atreides out and Justin Rose - ever the generous being - grants him a shot at the Welterweight Championship.

[A pause as Galactix looks down at the title belt on his shoulder. A smile on his face as he looks back at Anita]

Galactix - It's not fate that's brought us together, J.T. It's not a coincidence that we're scheduled to meet in that ring. There are no forces at play here besides your own greed and anger ... You want a shot at my title. Bring it, man. I'll see you in that ring at 'Blaize of Glory' but I warn you, luck does not shine on those oppose Galactix. And you will find that out the hard way!

[Back to the show…]

Johnny Wilkins - J.T. Cash may have bitten off a bigger piece then he planned last week. Attacking Galactix, our former Heavyweight champion with a chair… And boasting about it. This should be a great champion versus champion showdown at Blaze of Glory!

Ryan Antonelli - One in which the stellar NeWA World TV champion becomes a double threat!

Johnny Wilkins - Guess we will just see. Up next people, we have two SCCW cornerstone competitors in action! Riflewilly, and Chris Champion square off one on one!

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Single’s Match
Riflewilly Vs. Chris Champion

["River Below" blares through the PA system as Riflewilly steps out from behind the curtain and looks out at the crowd. He smirks and then begins making his way towards the ring. He reaches the ring and stares for a moment. He climbs up onto the apron and climbs in. He stares out over the crowd with no expression on his face whatsoever and then stands over in the corner waiting for the Battle Machine.]

Ryan Antonelli - Willy better win this thing.

Johnny Wilkins - Yeah well, Chris had an impressive go at Eaton Gore last week. And really has appeared as new man since being thrown from Dynasty.

Ryan Antonelli [laughing] - Please, he’s become a kiss up.

[The 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 "for whom the bell tolls" by Metallic 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 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 grins at the fans as they whistle and cheer him.  Max makes his way toward Champion and rubs the shoulders of Champion to give him last minute advice before the bell rings. In true Champion form, he peers across to his opponent, trying to get into the head of the opponent before the match starts.  Champion grabs the top ring rope and pulls on his a few times and moves toward center ring for action.]

Ryan Antonelli - I hope Willy kicks that cue ball off his shoulders.

Johnny Wilkins - Phew, I dunno. Champion is a monster of a man.

Ryan Antonelli - That left you open to so many jokes… That is all I am saying.

[Wilkins sighs, the crowd getting loud as Willy goes in looking to dropkick Chris. His kick bounces off Champion‘s chest, Chris stumbles back a bit as Willy lands and rushes up, expecting it to be effective. His eyes widen as he sees Champion straighten up and flex his muscles, as his veins pop out he growls at Willy like a lion! Rifle drops to his knees as Chris storms at him, he motions with his hands and pleads for Chris to cut him a break.]

Ryan Antonelli - What the… What is Willy thinking?

Johnny Wilkins - He knows he is out powered here.

[The crowd get loud, a booming “Hey!” resounds as Chris shakes his head in disgust and moves back, looking at the crowd with a sarcastic grin, Willy using this moment to cheap shot Champion out of the ref‘s viewing. He blast a stiff chop into the throat of Chris before kicking him very low in the abdomen. Chris gasp and grabs his throat as Willy hit’s the ropes and looks for a cross body.]

Ryan Antonelli - Nice, he was distracting that buffoon.

Johnny Wilkins - That was a cheap shot!

[The crowd erupts, Champion catches Willy in the air and snarls as he quickly snap ab suplexes him over! Willy hits the mat and rolls under the ropes, a look of shock over his face as he gets to one knee on the arena floor and grimaces, touching at his back. Chris stomps around the ring getting the crowd hyped as he pumps a fist and then runs at the side of the ring where Willy is getting to his feet.]

Ryan Antonelli - WHAT THE HELL?!?!?

Johnny Wilkins - OH MY! The big man just dove through the ropes!

[The crowd is in shock, a loud cheer echoes throughout as Chris Champion nails a suicide dive between the top and middle rope, he collides into Willy as they both slide out over the arena floor. Champion sits up, a huge grin on his face as the crowd stomp and clap.]

Crowd - BATTLE MACHINE… BATTLE  MACHINE… BATTLE MACHINE!

Ryan Antonelli - These people make me sick.

Johnny Wilkins - They loved that, it isn’t every day a man that size goes airborne like that.

Ryan Antonelli - I think Chris Champion has faced Tinkerbelle one too many times…

[Champion pulls up Rifle and shoves him under the ropes, Willy battles to sit up, he scurries across the ring on his knees and dives onto the middle rope, grasping it tightly as Champion enters the ring and gets shielded from Rifle by the ref. Champion gives a discouraged glance out to the crowd, they boo Willy and stomp their feet.]

Crowd - RIFLES SCARED… RIFLES SCARED!

[Champion holds up his arms, the referee backs away as Willy gets to his feet, shaking off the impact of the suicide dive. Chris goes in for a grapple and Willy gets away with a low blow, kicking Champion blatantly in the crotch! Chris is reeling in agony, his knees buckle as Rifle quickly grabs his bald head and runs at the corner, twisting around with a malicious tornado DDT!]

Ryan Antonelli - THE RIFLEWILLY WAY! YESSSSSSSSS!!!

Johnny Wilkins - Another cheap shot, how in the heck does this ref not see this?!

[Willy smirks, proud of himself as the referee makes the count after his cover.]

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE… NO!!!

[Champion screams like a rabid dog as he tosses Rifle straight into the air and off of him, Willy scrambles to his feet after crashing over the mat and rushes around to face Chris, who brings the crowd to a riot as he kip ups to a stand and charges through Willy as he turns with a ring collapsing spear! The arena booms with screams of delight as Chris looks angered and jumps up from the spear, he motions his thumb across his neck before he rips Willy from the mat and lands a brutal running power bomb… the CANNON BOMB! And makes a heavy lateral press… The crowd counting out with the referee.]

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Winner: Chris Champion

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Ryan Antonelli - Ah crap! Willy needs to get his act together… This Dynasty drop out, wins again?!

Johnny Wilkins - That he did, Chris has been on a roll since he was ejected from that group. Speaking of Dynasty however, I hear our new “power to be” wants the cameras in his office…

Rules are Rules…

[The cameras cut to the office of Justin Rose, we see Jim Diamond‘s personal rep, and the man in basic control of SCCW a t the moment wearing a huge grin. His feet are propped up next to the Heritage tag title straps. Rose sits up as the camera burns to focus, he takes up one of the titles and tosses it over his shoulder as he pushes to a stand. Tapping his palm over the belt, he shakes his head with a huge smile.]

Justin Rose - Well SCCW… sadly Dexter is no longer going to be with us for quite some time.

[Rose snickers with a confident sneer.]

Justin Rose - His little dance in the flames finally burned him, and via the championship committee’s rules about title defenses and what not… I will not get into the fine print, but rules are just that…

[Rose grins as he tosses the Heritage tag belt back with the other on his desk top.]

Justin Rose - Rules. And without a defense of these belts, they have been forfeited by UnHoly Trinity. Because within a thirty day span, they cannot be defended. We let Baker be replaced, but I WILL NOT allow Dexter to have someone stand in for him as well. Baker and Dexter won the damn things, and IF THEY CANNOT DEFENSE THEM… I WILL FIND A TEAM WHO CAN!

[Justin clears his nostrils, calming himself.]

Justin Rose - A team build of SCCW blood… So these things are back home. And I will devise a method to crown NEW SCCW Heritage Tag Team Champions… So to any and all hungry tag duos within MY ranks… Get to work, I’m watching.

[And with that Justin approaches his office door and shuts it on the camera, we fade out and back to ringside with Johnny and Ryan.]

Johnny Wilkins - Wow, just wow. I guess we have the Heritage tag belts back… But you never wish to see it happen this way. With Dexter going down like he did.

Ryan Antonelli - Speak for yourself Wilkins, he wants to try and rob OUR company. To hell with him and his Trinity.

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