MNA returns from the break..
Johnny Wilkins - We're back. Before the break we crowned a new Barbaric champion in Paul Cain. We have since received word from up high that he will be defending that title at the BRAWL against none other than Griffin Hawkins!
Ryan Antonelli - G.I. Joe's getting a title shot?
Johnny Wilkins - He is. It seems Paul Cain may have to face the consequences for his recent actions. There'll be no rules in that Barbaric match and Griffin Hawkins is likely to be very, very pissed.
Ryan Antonelli - He'll be up against one of the best around, Wilkins. Attitude isn't going to carry him through.
Johnny Wilkins - You're right. And up next we have a six man tag match. The Legacy Champion, AC Thunder, 'The Deviant' Sydney Laroux and the returning Brandon Watkins go up against all three members of The Faction.
Ryan Antonelli - Miss Rickman, J.T. Cash and Myke Adams. Introduce them properly, Wilkins.
Johnny Wilkins - This match is steeped in too much history to recite. I think the best thing is to just watch what happens!
Foes and Former Friends
Six Man Tag Team Match
The Faction vs. Watkins, Thunder, and LaRoux
["Enemy" by Sevendust cues up as the Studio fills with booing, the curtains shimmer in the spotlight that forms, the studio light dim down the audience all booing in unison as J.T.Cash breaks the curtains standing at the top of the aisle with his arms outstretched, with arrogance written across his face he smirks towards the booing fans. Miss Rickman joining him as she stands at the top of the stage and holds her hands out, closing her eyes and taking in the noise. As the chorus kicks in, she walks down toward the ring, cursing the fans who jeer her. Cash following along beside her as Myke Adams finally creeps out a few steps behind them. His face painted up like a frenzied mess as he grimaces over the jarred crowd, simply nodding his head along with the song. The trio make their way towards the ring, Hannah jumping up on the apron, she cannot help but laugh as the cameras flash. She enters between the middle and top ropes, never acknowledging the crowd. Slowly Cash jogs up the ring stairs and into the ring before getting on top of one turnbuckle and posing with his arms once again outstretched. Adams sliding under the ropes before he sprints across the ring and jumps in a single leap from the mat to the top turnbuckles of the nearest corner as the music continues pounding out. He nearly seems to growl, as his painted face looks possessed and he points his hands at his own head like two guns. He jumps backward now and twist in mid-air, as he lands with great agility flush on both feet and rushes across the ring and scales to the second turnbuckle in a single leap, as he lands without effort and scans over the crowd, their jarred reaction doesn't seem to faze him! He pumps a fist high over his head, determination evident under the painted mask as he hops from the turnbuckles, Sevendust dies off the P.A. The Sinister Superman twist his neck around some, backing into a corner as his body sways back and fourth a bit with a calm yet frighteningly energetic stance as he glares with and eager intent towards the entrance way. Rickman and Cash continue bickering with the crowd...]
Johnny Wilkins - Well the Faction were well received...
Ryan Antonelli - Your sarcasm sucks. These people should respect such a dangerous trio of superstars!
[With The Faction standing in the ring J.T.Cash demands a mic, Hannah grins as a chorus of boo’s rain down on the trio. Cash tries to talk but the chants of Asshole distract him, Adams scowls meanwhile Rickman screams back at the fans until slowly the chants die down.]
J.T.Cash – That is no way to respect the greatest group in the history of professional wrestling. Seriously, look at you people. I mean look at this fat piece of crap, i’ve got watches that cost more than his entire wardrobe... you people make me sick, you make us sick. We come out here with the good grace to try and teach you trailor park trash some class and all you do is disrespect us. You boo us, you call us every name under the sun and why...?
[Cash looks around for answers, the grimace and disdain on his face is clearly visible.]
J.T.Cash – Because you people want to be us, the women want to spend a second in the company of me and Adams, the women would give everything they have to look and perform like Hannah Rickman, the men would leave their families to have half the class and ability of Myke Adams and I and would sell their bread line bound kids for a second with the hottest woman in professional wrestling, the first lady of Simcoe, Hannah Rickman...
[The crowds boo’s rise to a new level, chants of Faction Sucks rise around the small studio.]
J.T.Cash – Sorry peons you don’t have a microphone, nobody gives a damn about you, i have the mic because this business needs us, this company needs us and whether you pieces of crap like it or not, you need us. You need us to add talent to that roster, you need us to add class to this cesspit, you need us to be the Ying to their Yang. Without the Faction this company is left with second rate copycats like JPD and Tara, hookers like Sydney LaRoux, pretenders like Chris Bond and jokes like AC Thunder. We are professional wrestling, we are everything professional wrestling should be and the mere fact that you pissants show us no respect simply makes us want to make sure you never, ever forget that just like the three losers that are heading out here to get their asses kicked The Faction is everything you will never ever be....
[With that Cash’ tosses the microphone out of the ring as their opposition prepares to arrive. The house lights darken suddenly and there is a breath and then moan before the guitar rift begins to play. Sydney is out of the entryway in a fury. She stays outside the ring, but looks around Studio A before thrashingly nodding her head with the heavy "Dead" chanting, making both her fists into two rock-star symbols as she sticks her tongue out. She mouths the words "Dead girls are Easy" in time with the song awaiting her partners for the night. All three Faction members eyeing her up, but Sydney's eyes are locked with the crystal greens of one, Myke Adams... His paint cracking as he sneers right back at her.]
Johnny Wilkins - Well the former tag partners have sure caught one another's eyes... Styled Fusion had the potential to be one of the all time BEST.
Ryan Antonelli - Yeah, but Supes didn't feel like carrying 'dead' weight... Ha ha ha!
[After a few seconds of buzzing, the opening riffs of "Come Again" by Thornley shred through the P.A. system, and the fans burst out into a loud cheer. A haze forms near the entrance area, and a solitary background light gives the haze a bluish hue. AC Thunder steps out as the drums kick in, and he does so to a loud cheer from the fans. He stands in place for a few seconds before throwing up devil horns in homage to Georgie Nickles. As he does, the lights behind him begin to flash uncontrollably. Eventually, AC emerges from the haze and high-fives every fan he can reach on either side of the barricades. He then slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Once he gets back up to his feet, he ascends the nearest turnbuckle and throws the devil horns up once more to great fanfare before focusing on his opponents, he joins up with LaRoux who has now entered the ring... the two of them talking things over as everyone waits for the final combatant.]
Johnny Wilkins - Our Legacy champion folks, AC has sure seemed to have a one step ahead mentality when dealing with J.T. Cash, and Han...
Ryan Antonelli - MIIIIISSSSS Rickman to you, bitch. HA HA HA, and lemme ask... How well did Thunder fare last week when he was being squashed by the Superman?
Johnny Wilkins - It was a three on one attack... So I will be ready to see Thunder repay Adams for those actions.
Ryan Antonelli - I wouldn't hold my breath Wilkins, I don't need you passing out...
["Savior" by Rise Against hits the speakers as the fans rise to their feet. 'The Revolutionary Rockstar' emerges from behind the curtain. He stops atop the ramp, slowly removing the large, white rimmed sunglasses from the bride of his nose. He smirks and points to all his fans before starting his decent to the ring. Brandon heads up the stairs and joins LaRoux and Thunder, the three of them talking over a plan. In the Faction's corner, Myke Adams re-assures both Rickman and Cash as they exit through the ropes and allow him the start. Adams lurks up behind the trio of Thunder, LaRoux, and Watkins... deciding for them as he quickly snaps Sydney around and hips tosses her over! Sydney lands hard! Thunder and Watkins are halted and ordered out as the referee calls for the bell... Adams backing away from LaRoux as he leans over and primes himself, his painted face enraged with an un-easy eagerness as he watches her sit up and then swing to her feet.]
Johnny Wilkins - We are under way, Adams trying some type of mental jockeying here...
Ryan Antonelli - What?! He just got tired of watching them mingle... THIS IS WRESTLING!
[Syd gets up, Thunder and Watkins cringe as the crowd booing grows louder, Adams dives into the back of her leg with a dropkick, bringing Sydney down to one knee! Before she can block up, Adams twist into a corkscrew and back kicks LaRoux in the chin! Syd tumbles back and sprawls over the mat, she gathers herself quickly and battles back to her feet but Myke is right there, nodding towards the Faction members as he slaps on a heavy side headlock before spinning around behind Syd and yanking her legs out from under her! She gows chest first over the mat with a thunderous thud as the crowd howls in dismay... Adams darting up as he stomps down over her... Looking like a completely different man with this menacing start to the match. Adams suddenly bolts at Thunder and swings at him, but AC ducks back using the ropes. He then goes to enter the ring, Brandon Watkins doing the same as the referee battles to keep them out... Adams grabs a handful of Syd's hair and pulls her towards Faction's corner... they resemble an old caveman and wife cartoon. Cash bounds over the ropes and together with Myke they lay a mess of brutal stomps over Sydney. The crowd raining in dismay!]
Johnny Wilkins - Get out of the ropes guys... they are leaving her wide open and on her own!
Ryan Antonelli - Great strategy by Faction. Man they are one tight knit, and smart unit.
[Finally Thunder and Watkins throw up their arms and exit, Adams and Cash finish up their dirty work and exit the ring, but not before Myke makes a clean tag to Hannah Rickman. The crowd is angry, but Sydney continues fighting as Hannah slides in behind her, sitting Syd up and slapping on a rear chin lock. LaRoux throws her arms around, fighting and trying to get loose. Watkins and Thunder try rallying the crowd behind her. Rickman tires of Syd's battle and suddenly gorges at her eyes... Syd crying out as the referee quickly separates them and threatens Rickman. Hannah brushes him off and catches LaRoux as she fights to her knees with a nasty running step up kick to the side of her head! LaRoux goes down, her feet kicking a bit as she clutches her head. Adams and Cash watch on like hungry raptors, Cash smiling wide as he claps and nods in approval of Hannah's vicious kick. Hannah sits LaRoux back up and kicks at her lower back before flipping over LaRoux, grabbing at her hair and snapping her head forward. Syd falls to her back, kicking her feet... Already hurting from Faction's reckless attacks.]
Johnny Wilkins - Oh man, Syd really needs to get some space and get a tag... This thing has just not went her way so far.
Ryan Antonelli - Rickman is schooling the tat Queen.
[Rickman tugs at Syd's hair and forces her to both feet, the crowd going off in a riot as Syd suddenly snaps her legs out into the air and crashes down over her bottom along the mat, grabbing Hannah's head and bringing it down over her own with a wild modified, sit out jawbreaker! Rickman tumbles back into the ropes and quickly tags J.T. Cash, he snakes into the ring quickly and hawks over LaRoux as she turns on her hands and knees and rushes for her corner. Before Cash can reach her, Syd gets a hand out and slaps it off Thunder's!]
Johnny Wilkins - Syd got the tag! What a jawbreaker!
Ryan Antonelli - AH, Come on J.T....
[Cash slows down, Thunder enters the ring and the jaws begin to jab, verbally they go at it before Thunder brings out some cheers as he slaps the taste from Cash's mouth! Cash stumbles in a circle and turns right into a nice body slam from AC! Thunder swings his eyes at Adams, who is helping Rickman gather her composure in their corner. Adams sneers and quickly tumbles over the ropes with a flip... Charging at Thunder but being cut off by the referee. Adams and the ref are in a nice argument as Thunder motions in Watkins. Together they return Faction's earlier 'tactics', both swing away at Cash with punches and forearms, J.T. stumbling about before Thunder suddenly grabs him and hoist him up in a flapjack, falling backward into the waiting arms of Watkins who catches Cash with a reversed neckbreaker!]
Johnny Wilkins - WHOA! Nice combo!
Ryan Antonelli - ARGH! Not happening. Not happening. Not happening.
[Watkins throws up some devil horns with his hand as the crowd is in a riot once more, he exits the ring now and helps Syd to her feet in their corner. Thunder standing over the fallen Cash, who is grasping his throat with a livid expression over his hurting face. Adams finally giving up as he exits the ring, the referee turns just a second late however as Cash swings a leg up through Thunder's. AC gasp as the crowd explodes into disdain... Cash tugging at the ropes, gasping after the flapjack cutter combo as he spits at Thunder. AC falling to both knees with a whited face... Cash flies out of the ropes with a nice adrenaline filled lariat! It sends them both to the mat... Thunder kicking his feet and still clutching his neither region, Cash clawing at the canvas to try and get at his corner...]
Johnny Wilkins - Adams distraction paid off for both teams in a weird way there... I cannot believe Cash and his cheap shots.
Ryan Antonelli - This is competition... winner takes all, you do what it takes Wilkins.
[Thunder finally sits up, his face now red with anger as he sees Cash nearing the tag to Adams... Thunder snaps around and lunges into his corner, tagging Watkins hand as the crowd boom. Brandon hits the ring quickly, but Cash makes the tag as well. Adams hops into the ring as the two go head on, Watkins bringing out a roar as he ducks a clothesline from Myke, as Adams turns... POW! A nice dropkick connects, Myke stumbling back as Sydney has joined in, hell breaking loose as she spring boards off the corner, the crowd roaring as Adams is caught by a wild twisting head scissor take down from Syd. The referee goes to cut Syd off, but Rickman is back in the mix, she flies into Syd with a Lou Thez take down and starts pounding away with punches, Syd blocking them and flipping Rickman from her. Adams rushes up in a disoriented state as Watkins runs in, Myke looks for a dropkick, Watkins rolling under it to evade. The crowd roar as Adams lands over the mat after his failed dropkick... Watkins waiting for him to roll over before he kicks Myke in the side and twist down over him with a nice front flip into a leg drop!]
Johnny Wilkins - The referee has to get control... Thunder and Cash are getting involved now too...
Ryan Antonelli - Watkins is dead... Seconds Out by Cash... OUCH!
[As Ryan states this, Brandon has just been snapped over the canvas by J.T. Cash with a vile looking implant DDT. Cash sits up and grins, but is caught up by AC Thunder, AC throwing punches at Cash as J.T. staggers upright and the two start trading off shots. Both Adams and Watkins struggling to move as Rickman and Syd do the same, Studio A now shaking with excitement. Adams pulling at the ropes, rubbing at his throat after the leg drop as he sneers with anger and runs in behind Thunder and Cash... Myke dives up and grabs both of Thunder's shoulders before snapping him down over both knees with a devastating lung blower!]
Johnny Wilkins - EGOBREAKER! Oh no... Syd is on her own now...
Ryan Antonelli - Faction baby.
[Thunder calls out in agony, rolling under the ropes and to the arena floor. Adams and Cash hurry in to help out Rickman, they grab Sydney from behind and snap her over, Cash with a German suplex as Myke catches her in a nasty neckbreaker. Rickman hops to the nearest buckles and quickly crashes over Syd just as her tag mates move with a 450 splash!]
Johnny Wilkins - OH NO... THE RICKMAN MAGNETIC CONNECTS!
Ryan Antonelli - YESSSS!
[Cash and Adams nod as they turn their attention to Brandon Watkins, who has finally sat up. Rickman hooks Syd's leg and screams for a three count, but the crowd ignites in cheers as the referee points out Adams and Watkins as the legal men and demands Hannah exit the ring before he disqualifies her. Rickman goes off, screaming and grabbing at her hair as she argues with the referee. Adams and Cash hoisting up a hurting Watkins, they shove him into the turnbuckles and go off, punching at him and kicking Brandon. Watkins tumbles to a seat in the buckles as Cash and Adams stomp at him... Myke finally pushing Cash aside before he hops up into a handstand in the corner, as he twist back down and looks for the dropkick on the seated Watkins, the crowd EXPLODES as Thunder has gotten back up and tugs Watkins quickly under the ropes! Adams crunches down over his rear and howls in pain. Cash stomping in anger before he is bumped into by Hannah... who remains in her heated confrontation with the official.]
Johnny Wilkins - NICE SAVE BY AC THUNDER!
Ryan Antonelli - Oh man, this is madness.
[The referee barking at both Cash and Rickman, telling them to exit or they are DQ'ed. Cash pulls on Hannah, reluctantly she follows as they exit the ring. Leaving Adams to pull his own way back to his feet, he grimaces in pain after his missed handstand dropkick. Sydney has gained back some composure and rushes in before the referee knows what is going on and catches Adams up, diving on his shoulders like she's trying for a crucifix roll up but using her momentum to twist around his shoulders and somehow bring Myke down with a just insane inverted DDT! Adams flops in pain, Sydney nodding at Faction before the referee forces her back... Cash and Rickman livid as Watkins has gained back some composure and slides into the ring, he makes the cover on a down and out Adams. Syd joined in their corner by Thunder now as the crowd screams in delight... the referee drops and makes a rather quick count...]
ONE!
TWO!!
THR...
Johnny Wilkins - Adams got a shoulder up.
Ryan Antonelli - That was a damn quick count...
[Watkins isn't fazed, he pelts Adams with a forearm as Myke sits up, bringing a very agitated glance from the Sinister Superman. Watkins goes back to work, the crowd solely behind him as he pulls Myke to his feet. A European uppercut connects flush and Adams falls into the ropes, Watkins pushes into him and locks the wrist before swinging Myke with all his weight across the ring. Watkins using so much force he falls to his chest, Adams losing control as he flips upside down and slams back first into the turnbuckles before somehow twisted into a stunned seat along the top turnbuckle. Watkins grins at the angered Faction, Cash and Rickman can only watch as Watkins runs and dropkicks Adams into the back! The crowd jumping up as Myke sails from the top rope and collides with the arena floor...]
Johnny Wilkins - OH MY... Adams is out of it... What a fall.
Ryan Antonelli - What a dirt bag, that was cheap enough.
[The referee ducks out of the ring and goes to check on Adams, the painted warrior of the Faction is seated somehow as he cringes in agony and tries his damnedest to get up. In the ring, Watkins pumps the crowd as Adams battles to his feet, grabbing at the barricade. As Adams stands, Watkins grabs at the ropes and dives over them with a wicked suicide dive... the crowd gasp, as does his partners LaRoux and Thunder. Cash and Rickman smiling wide as somehow Adams dove backward and dropkick an airborne Watkins in the chest! Adams now seated by the barricade with a angry, hurting glare going as he stares over the fallen Watkins. Brandon kicking his feet as he lies in agony on the arena floor. Myke gets up now, hurting and pissed he stomps over Watkins before the crowd explodes... Syd diving from the apron as she crashes into Myke with a cross body block, taking him down. The ref losing focus and control now as Cash and Rickman storm around the ring and double clothesline LaRoux as she stands...]
Johnny Wilkins - Here we go again...
[The referee has no time to react, Thunder joins the party as he sails over the ref and slams into Cash with a axe handle smash! Cash slams back first into the barricade but charges out in frustration and slams into Thunder. The two of them stumble about as they trade off more shots. Rickman pulling back up on Myke, helping him to his feet. Adams looking rather peeved as he re-assures he's okay. Hannah goes back for Syd, but LaRoux is ready and snatches her up with a hurricanrana! The two ladies battling it out as the referee digs at them, trying to separate the chaos... With his attention from them, Myke looks over Watkins... Brandon pulling at the ring apron to try and stand after the nasty suicide dive was halted by a dropkick.]
Johnny Wilkins - What is Adams doing now... The ref needs to get this under control.
Ryan Antonelli - He's getting a chair...
[Adams shoves the time keeper aside and snatches up his chair, the crowd booming is dismay. But the referee is too caught up trying to break the brawl up between Thunder and Cash, then Rickman and LaRoux. Adams winds up as Watkins gets up and tosses the chair his way, the crowd is a sea of hatred as Adams snaps sideways and cracks the chair into Watkins head with an Egoshredder superkick! Watkins spirals into the side of the ring, but is quickly shoved inside before he can fall... Adams gently drops the chair before ducking under the ropes and quickly ascending the nearest turnbuckles to Watkins.]
Johnny Wilkins - Not like this... Adams is just not the same man.
Ryan Antonelli - Using the environment to his advantage, blame the ref here...
[Myke brings out more booing as he twist down over Watkins with a ring shaking 630 front slip into a Swanton, the Perdition Plunge crushes Brandon as Myke makes a pin. Cash finally halting as he points and demands the referee do his job. The referee turns and sees Adams in the ring, pinning Watkins. Thunder tries to stop the ref, but Cash holds him at bay... The ref slides in as the crowd rattles Studio A in disdain.]
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Winners : THE FACTION, J.T. CASH, HANNAH RICKMAN, and MYKE ADAMS!!!
Johnny Wilkins - Oh that is just bull...
Ryan Antonelli - Big win tonight folks, mark one more in Faction's favor.
[Adams rises, Thunder and LaRoux are on fire after what has transpired. But cannot do anything as they are still caught in a slugfest with Rickman, and Cash. Myke stomps over a hurting Watkins, the Revolutionary Rockstar still down and out from the cheap shot from the chair. Myke rushes from the ropes and slides out, evil written over his painted face as he grabs back up the chair he used on Watkins and rounds the ring out of Thunder and LaRoux view. Sydney and AC now in a verbal throw down with Cash and Rickman, who have backed off after seeing Myke approach with the chair.]
Johnny Wilkins - TURN AROUND!
Ryan Antonelli - Oh this will get bloody....
[SMACK! CRACK! The crowd booms in dismay, Thunder stumbling forward after a crack of the chair by Adams, Syd unable to react fast enough as Myke swings the chair right around and catches her too. AC stumbles into the waiting grasp of J.T. Cash, who is quick to swing him through the air with a vile flipping piledriver onto the arena's unforgiving floor!]
Johnny Wilkins - Zero Gravity to the Studio A floor... Thunder is in a bad way.
Ryan Antonelli - OH SYD... SHE'S FIGHTING BACK!
[Even after the chair shot, Sydney screams out and lunges into Adams. SMACK! He cracks the chair over her back, she goes to a knee and the Faction is on her like a feeding frenzy in the deep blue sea. They stomp and punch at her... Syd continues to swing however, giving her all. Cash and Adams grab up her arms, Myke handing off the chair to Hannah... The crowd throwing down trash, booing their hearts out.]
Johnny Wilkins - Thunder is down, Watkins is out... Syd is on her ow... OH DAMMIT!
Ryan Antonelli - Ouchies. That was felt over here...
[Syd goes down finally after a swift and brutal chair shot to the face from Rickman, Hannah slams down the chair and hops into the arms of Cash. They both smirk in delight as the Studio A rattles in anger.]
Crowd - SCREW-THE-FACTION! SCREW-THE-FACTION!
Johnny Wilkins - Studio A is alive and angry folks... this is disgusting.
Ryan Antonelli - Hey look at it this way, they WERE warned.
[Adams leans over, his face near Sydney's as she lies in a seated heap near the side of the ring. He touches at her cheek, his head tilting as his green eyes scan over her. Cash and Rickman finally deciding to move on as J.T. nudges Myke. Adams looks at Cash, then back at Sydney... Suddenly a wickedly sick grin crosses his face as he swings upright and follows his Faction mates up the aisle way. The trio leaving to a booming hatred from the crowd... leaving LaRoux, Thunder, and Watkins all down and out...]
Johnny Wilkins - Something has to be done about this Faction... This cannot continue.
Ryan Antonelli - I think they proved again tonight just why they are so damn deadly... SCCW should have NEVER underestimated these three after Verne was sent out.
Johnny Wilkins - And after that we still have our main event of the evening.
Ryan Antonelli - All kinds of awesomeness in one ring, Wilkins.
Johnny Wilkins - We've been told that at the BRAWL, Ascended Supremacy will be in triple threat action against the NWA World Tag Team Champions, The Riggs. And the CWC World Tag Team Champions, Nightmare Inc.
Ryan Antonelli - Wow.
Johnny Wilkins - As long as they make it through tonight. They've got to face Chris Bond and Chris Champion, two men who found themselves in an unfortunate position last week. Can they make amends? We'll find out, right now!
MAIN EVENT
Tag Match
Special Ref: Aaron Blaize
Chris Bond & Chris Champion vs. Ascended Supremacy
[A long chord takes over Studio A, plunging it into darkness. Suddenly, bursting guitar riffs rip through the speakers, sending the lights pulsating into reds and golds throughout the arena. Finally as "Ten Ton Hammer" kicks in, the crowd boos as Aaron Blaize saunters out from behind the entrance curtain dressed in the referee's attire, the SCCW Heavyweight Championship seen glistening in the golden lights as they reflect off the surface. Blaize surveys the crowd around him with a scowl before he makes his slow march towards the ring.]
Johnny Wilkins - Here comes the special guest referee...
Ryan Antonelli - He doesn't look too pleased to be here.
Johnny Wilkins - Maybe he'd rather be punting an innocent woman in the head again.
[The lights in the arena begin to dim again as the crowd look towards the entrance. "New Divide" by Linkin Park blasts throughout the arena as the fans begin to boo. Out step the SCCW Heritage Tag Team Champions, Jace Parker Davidson and Tara Michaels, accompanied by Taylor and Tiffani Michaels.]
Ryan Antonelli - The champs are here, Wilkins.
Johnny Wilkins *sighs* - Please don't get us sued, Ryan.
Ryan Antonelli - What? The SCCW Tag champs, the team that beat those morons in the Anarchist Movement and Paul Cain and Justin Giomazzo are here. And they brought the Michaels sisters!
[All four of them slowly make their way to the ring, eyeing Aaron Blaize with suspicion as they go. Tara allows for her sisters to jump up onto the apron first and she watches them seating themselves down onto the middle rope waiting for her to come up onto the apron. Tara gives the audience a small shake of her firm behind before she jumps up on the apron and slips through the ropes stepping inside of the ring. Jace slides in under the bottom rope before Ascended Supremacy make their way over to their corner.]
[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.]
Johnny Wilkins - There's one of their opponent. Now for Chris Bond!
[The lights in Studio A dim to an almost pitch-black level and multicolored lights soon begin to pulsate. "Can You Heal Me" by Soil blasts over the audio system as the fans are on their feet. Their favorite SCCW Original is on his way out! As he emerges from behind the curtain, there is a small burst of excitement from the crowd. Together, Bond and Champion slowly walk down the aisle with Max Money trailing behind. They slap hands with the fans on the way down before jumping up onto the apron and climbing into the ring--]
Johnny Wilkins - Well that was to be expected.
[The bell sounds as Davidson and Michaels rush in to attack their opponents. Davidson attacking Champion, Michaels attacking Bond; Aaron Blaize just watching on from a distance as the forearm shots and clubbing blows rain down. Bond and Champion manage to get in the ring as the members of Ascended Supremacy both go for simultaneous Irish whips. Their opponents bounce off the ropes--and each clobber Davidson and Michaels with flying shoulder tackles!]
[Davidson rolls out of the ring upon impact from the gigantic flying Champion; the big man following him out as Blaize signals that the remaining competitors, Bond and Michaels are starting off this match. Both competitors hurriedly stand back up as Bond strikes first with some open handed chops to the chest. Tara tries to fight back, but her attempts are blocked as Bond overpowers her, pushing her back against the ropes. An Irish whip sends her across the ring and right back into a flapjack. She hits the mat hard and bounces back up to a kneeling position before Bond scoops her up onto his shoulder with relative ease. He starts to run towards a corner, looking for the Oklahoma stampede--until Tara rakes the eyes; she slides down the back and pushes Bond into the corner as the official, Aaron Blaize looks on, laughing.]
Johnny Wilkins - I see we'll be getting an impartial Aaron Blaize.
Ryan Antonelli - What are you talking about? Referees miss those sort of things every week.
Johnny Wilkins - They may miss the discreet ones, but that was so blatant I think the fans in row z saw it.
[Michaels takes a few steps back before charging in, performing a handsrping back elbow to the jaw of Chris Bond as he stands in the corner. A drop toe hold as he steps out of the corner brings the former Legacy champion down to all fours as Michaels sets off again, running against the ropes for momentum before executing a low dropkick. And she hurries over to her corner and makes the tag out to Jace Parker Davidson who enters the ring promptly. The members of Ascended Supremacy team up, Jace holding Chris Bond steady as Tara delivers a forearm shot to the face. She goes for a second, but Blaize intervenes; Tara looking shocked as he grabs her by the arm and pulls her back towards her corner. Davidson releases his grip and makes a move towards the Sadistic Viper--but Bond spins him round and catches him with a right hook! Another follows and then a boot to the gut and a snap suplex takes Jace down to the mat. Both men scramble back to their feet as Bond goes for another toe kick--caught! But the enziguiri connects! Bond sets off against the ropes, coming back with a huge lariat--ducked! And countered with a spinebuster!]
Johnny Wilkins - Jace Parker Davidson just drilled Bond with a massive spinebuster!
Ryan Antonelli - Attaboy, Jace.
[Lateral press and Davidson goes for the cover. Blaize is a bit slow down to the count as Bond kicks out on the one count, much to the chagrin of JPD. Davidson gets back to his feet, staring daggers at a smirking Aaron Blaize as he does so. He drags Chris Bond back over to his corner as Tara Michaels is tagged back in. Chris Champion can only watch on from the other side of the ring as Michaels enters the ring via the top rope, bringing an axhandle smash down across the exposed abdomen of Bond. She lifts a knee to the midsection, doubling Chris over before dropping him with a double arm DDT. She pops back to her feet and leaps up onto the nearest rope for the lionsault--NO! Bond lifts the knees and Tara lands midsection first across them!]
Johnny Wilkins - Chris Bond may have just found a way back into this match.
[The former Legacy champion stands back, as does Tara. And she's blocking him from making the tag. Tara connects with a dropkick, knocking Bond off his feet before both competitors scramble back to their feet. Michaels charges at her opponent with a clothesline, but Bond avoids the attack; waiting for his opponent to turn around he scoops her up and plants her head and shoulders first into the canvas with a fishermans suplex!]
Ryan Antonelli - No!
[Champion is stomping to try and get the crowd behind Chris Bond as he begins the crawl over to his own corner. Tara Michaels takes a moment to stir, but she eventually spots what's happening. Just when it's too late! Bond makes the tag and in comes the Battle Machine! He darts across the ring, sending Michaels into a spin with a HUGE lariat! Davidson enters the ring and gets caught with a clothesline. He gets right back up as Champion executes a scoop slam. Michaels stands up and Champion grabs her around the throat--CHOKESLAM! Pin attempt!]
ONE!
...
Ryan Antonelli - Hahaha, genius.
Johnny Wilkins - You were right, he is impartial. Aaron Blaize is just screwing over both sides.
[Blaize doesn't quite make the two-count before Davidson makes the save with a boot to the back of the head. Bond re-enters the ring and makes a beeline for Davidson. The two of them trade blows before Champion gets back to his feet and helps out his partner. Now Jace finds himself overwhelmed. he's backed into the corner as both Bond and Champion start to stomp a mud hole in his midsection ... Until they're rudely interrupted by a double low blow, courtesy of Tara Michaels!]
Johnny Wilkins - Are you telling me he missed that one as well?
[Judging by the laughter, no he didn't. Blaize leans back against the ropes, watching as Tara tosses Bond out through the ropes. Suddenly Champion is the one outnumbered as Michaels pushes him into the corner. Davidson is back on his feet; he runs across the ring and collides with Champion with a splash in the corner. Champion slumps down to a seated position as Michaels runs at him, performing the bronco buster, much to the entertainment of the crowd.]
Ryan Antonelli - Jealous...
[Ascended Supremacy appear to be in total control now as they pick Champion up out of the corner. Davidson motions for Tara to step out onto the apron as he grabs Champion in a rear waistlock.]
Johnny Wilkins - Could this be Levels of Ascension?
Ryan Antonelli - I hope so, it's time to put these chumps away.
[JPD goes for the German suplex as Tara springboards up onto the top rope--but Tara got dragged off the apron by a revived Chris Bond and Champion blocked the German suplex with a leg wraparound. He fires off a few back elbows until JPD breaks his grip; then Champion is off against the ropes. SPEAR!
Johnny Wilkins - SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!
Ryan Antonelli - How original. You think of that yourself?
[Champion hooks the leg but Blaize doesn't even drop down to make the count. He waves his index finger at Champion, telling him that JPD isn't the legal man. Instead he points to Tara Michaels on the outside as Bond throws her towards the ring steps, whereupon she lands with a thud. The Battle Machine leans over the top rope, shouting for Bond to roll her back into the ring. Which he does. The crowd cheer as Champion doubles her over, positioning Tara's head between his legs; he signals for the Cannon Bomb, drawing more cheers from the excited crowd. Tara Michaels is lifted up high--HURRICANRANA COUNTER!]
Johnny Wilkins - Where did that come from!?
Ryan Antonell - I don't know, I don't think Champion does either!
[Bond climbs back into the ring, but he's intercepted by Jace and his clothesline. Tara is climbing to the top rope as Jace stomps at a rising Chris Champion, trying to keep him down. But the Battle Machine manages to stand up; allowing JPD to dart behind him. TWISTED REALITY! The Battle Machine gets planted into the mat as Tara steadies herself on the top rope. JPD stands to admire his handiwork, not noticing Bond standing behind him. He turns around and gets nailed by the Reailty Check as Tara lands a moonsault!]
Johnny Wilkins - What the hell!
[Instead of making the count like a normal referee, Aaron Blaize has taken it upon himself to instead nail Chris Bond with his patented Trail Blaizer. The crowd boo and jeer is disapproval; even Tara Michaels looks up to find out why the count isn't being made to spot Aaron Blaize exiting the ring. He tosses the referee jersey down to the ground and starts to walk up the aisle.]
Winner: No Contest
Johnny Wilkins - It would appear as if out special guest referee had enough.
Ryan Antonelli - But...but Chris Champion was about to get pinned! Ascended Supremacy had this match won!
Johnny Wilkins - The tag champions have had victory ripped from their grasp by the Sadistic Viper, but Chris Bond once again feeling the wrath of our heavyweight champion.
Ryan Antonelli - He was beaten...
Johnny Wilkins - Folks that's all we have time for tonight. Be sure to tune in next week where we'll try and get the answers from Aaron Blaize. Will The Faction be brought to justice for their heinous attacks on Laroux, Thunder and Watkins? We'll find out next week!
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