Soft Justice Wrestling

[Matt]

SJW Heavyweight Title Match

Alex Shelley Vs. Jimmy Rave

Just a feeling.

Chucklez The Clown Vs. 'Primetime' Brian Lee

From the sounds of it, he's going to be one of your homegrown talents, thus, him going over would make sense.

High Society Vs. Onyx and Rainman

Again with them being homegrown talent.

Gavin Faulkner Vs. 'Canadian Dynamite' Maxime Boyer

Flipped a coin, got the Canadian Dynamite.

The Lost Boyz Vs. Team X-JAPAN

Because I have no real idea.

Cheerleader Melissa Vs. MsChif Vs. Mitsuko Toyoshima

Because I had the Japs down as losing before, the Jap will win this time.

Bonus Questions

1) Which match will start the show? The Lost Boys vs. Team X-JAPAN

2) Which match will get the highest overall rating? Alex Shelley vs. Jimmy Rave

3) Who will take the fall in the Women's match? MsChif

Well, I enjoy your writing as always, but you have to find a way to bring the kids back, no-one cares that it was C-MIL's idea, you had those characters down perfectly, that's what matters. The kids made this stand out, taking them away, you're just another indy diary. Please bring them back. I'll post more detailed feedback after the show.

[Ace]

SJW Heavyweight Title Match

Alex Shelley Vs. Jimmy Rave

He's Alex F'n Shelley, that's why.

Chucklez The Clown Vs. 'Primetime' Brian Lee

High Society Vs. Onyx and Rainman

Gavin Faulkner Vs. 'Canadian Dynamite' Maxime Boyer

The Lost Boyz Vs. Team X-JAPAN

Cheerleader Melissa Vs. MsChif Vs. Mitsuko Toyoshima

Bonus Questions

1) Which match will start the show? Womens Title match

2) Which match will get the highest overall rating? Alex Shelley vs. Jimmy Rave

3) Who will take the fall in the Women's match? MsChif

[darkrayne]

For the love of god, don't take Dark Rayne's advice with getting Lazerus. TRS has already done this feud, and I don't think it could be lived up to. However, with Rave and Shelly on the new roster, along with the Lost Boys (Told ya you'd sign them) you've definitely kept my interest. Now I sit back and wait for Stevie to make his appearance.

[Benjamin]

SJW Heavyweight Title Match

Alex Shelley Vs. Jimmy Rave

Because you were crying about him and Nash.

Chucklez The Clown Vs. 'Primetime' Brian Lee

I don't know. I just liked the name.

High Society Vs. Onyx and Rainman

I played Rainman, and that's good enough.

Gavin Faulkner Vs. 'Canadian Dynamite' Maxime Boyer

Did the same thing Matt did, got the same result.

The Lost Boyz Vs. Team X-JAPAN

Because X-JAPAN sounds lame.

Cheerleader Melissa Vs. MsChif Vs. Mitsuko Toyoshima

She sounds hot.

Bonus Questions

1) Which match will start the show? Gavin Faulkner Vs. 'Canadian Dynamite' Maxime Boyer

2) Which match will get the highest overall rating? Alex Shelley vs. Jimmy Rave

3) Who will take the fall in the Women's match? MsChif

[Xero Gravity]

I was in an optimistic mood come bell time. By one solitary person, Living In Sin had gained the highest attendance in the company’s eleven month history. We were still a pretty primitive set up, but luckily had plenty of room left over should we need to expand. Because the likelihood of kids showing up anymore, we’d renovated one of the bar areas and stocked it with alcohol (Rolling Rock naturally). Our sound system took longer than expected to set up, so we didn’t have time to go through and let everyone sort their music out. However JP Blais, our production guy did a great job of knocking out a collection of temporary tunes for the show. One of which was starting to play, signalling the start of the show…

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Gavin Faulkner Vs. 'Canadian Dynamite' Maxime Boyer

The opening match features two men who have been compared to younger versions of Kurt Angle and Chris Benoit respectively. As to be expected from these two, a bout of chain wrestling kicks things off. Despite being more inexperienced, Faulkner uses his immense amateur experience to take an advantage early on. To his credit however, Boyer shows he too is no slouch in the ring. Blocking a headlock takedown, he powers Faulkner into the canvas with a huge snap backdrop! It’s enough to slow the pace of the match down, as both men struggle to get to their feet.

The wrestling aspect of the match is put on hold after a stiff right hand from Gavin connects to the side of Max’s face. While he may be an amazing amateur wrestler, he is still getting to grips with the professional side of things. Boyer knows that all too well, replying with a right hand of his own. The stinging snap staggers Faulkner, opening the door for Boyer to unload a few more without any return. An Irish whip attempt sends Gavin across the ring and into a stiff clothesline from the Canadian Dynamite. It isn’t enough to keep him down for long, but then it doesn’t have to be. As he rises to his feet, Maxime is already in mid air and catches him with a spinning heel kick to the face! That is enough to keep him down as Boyer springs into a pin fall 1, 2, No! Faulkner shoots his arm off the canvas before clutching his face, still in pain.

Like a shark that smells blood, Boyer is quickly on the offence again. Dragging Gavin to his feet, he snaps him over with a huge suplex. Swivelling his hips, he rolls it through and hits another huge suplex! Once more he rolls through, and plants Faulkner in the middle of the ring with a third snap suplex. Getting to his feet, he runs his thumb across his throat much like Benoit, and heads for the corner. His ascent is swift as he perches on the top rope. Leaping off with a beautiful swandive headbutt, he eats nothing but canvas as Faulkner rolls out of the way!

Using the opening given to him, Gavin shows he isn’t the only one who can draw from his comparisons. Pulling Boyer to his feet, he launches him into the air with a huge German suplex! Much like moments ago, he rolls it through while holding onto the waist lock. Maxime struggles, but not enough to stop a second German suplex. The third takes a little longer to set up, as both men groggily stagger to their feet. At first Maxime manages to block it with a leg and tries to grab the nearest rope. A few clubbing forearms breaks it, giving Faulkner enough time to hit the Trifecta smack bang in the middle of the ring! He hooks a leg 1, 2, No! Boyer just kicks out before the three count! So sure he’d done enough, Gavin disappointingly gets to his feet and waits as Maxime tries to shrug off the three suplexes. He turns, and in a fluid movement Faulkner grabs a free arm and drags him down onto the canvas, locking in the Fujiwara Armbar! Boyer struggles to drag himself across the canvas as his arm is bent back to a near 90 degree angle. After over half a minute, he’s forced to tap out and give Faulkner the upset victory!

Gavin Faulkner def. Maxime Boyer

Overall Rating: 41%

Crowd Reaction: 23%

Match Quality: 59%

The Lost Boyz Vs. Team X-JAPAN

The first of two tag team matches starts with two teams well known on their respective country’s independent scene. Naturally, Kansuke Konda starts things off for his team, against the slightly bigger Lost Boy in Azreal. The two go blow for blow in the opening stages of the match, each dishing out rights and lefts as good as they take them. Eventually, the much stiffer Konda starts to overpower Azreal and literally beats him into a neutral corner. A tag to Takuro Matsumoto sees the first piece of teamwork as Konda whips his smaller partner into an assisted running cross body! Azreal barely has time to cover before Konda nearly decapitates him with a huge clothesline! Matsumoto is quick to cover 1, 2, but Gabriel is in with a running dropkick to break up the count!

His interference doesn’t do Azreal many favours, as it allows Konda to get back into the ring without making a tag. Matsumoto rolls out of the way as Kansuke drops a big knee across Azreal’s throat and hooks him into a rough cover 1, 2, but Gabriel is in again to break up the count! This time he doesn’t leave straight away, hammering away on Konda with a swift barrage of rights and lefts. They don’t do much damage, but what they do is give Azreal enough time to make it to his feet. Konda is met head on with a series of forearms to the face, and an Irish whip. The first clothesline attempt is ducked, but the following spinning heel kick meets the stocky brawler square in the face!

Azreal wastes no time making the tag to Gabriel, and the two start to show a little teamwork of their own. He leaps over Konda and blasts Matsumoto with a forearm, knocking him off the apron. With one half of Team X-JAPAN out of the way, they turn their attention to Kansuke. Azreal hoists him up into a fireman’s carry as Gabriel grabs his head, snapping him down into the canvas with a huge Samoan drop/neckbreaker combo! Gabriel quickly covers 1, 2, Takuro is back in and pushes him off only to meet a right hand from Azreal! The ref forces both men out to their respective corners, leaving Gabriel to scale the top rope looking for the Angelic Redemption. Konda shows no signs of moving as Gabriel leaps, rotating full circle only to land chest first on raised knees!

Playing possum worked, giving Kansuke enough time to get back to his feet as Gabriel still lay on the canvas clutching his ribs. He tags in to Matsumoto again, who returns the favour from earlier by levelling Azreal off the apron. Konda drags Gabriel to his feet, leaving Takuro free to fire off a quick volley of punches and kicks to the vulnerable Archangel. With Gabriel barely on his feet, Matsumoto nods to Konda who adjusts his elbow pad. Showing great speed for a man of his size, he bounces off the ropes and damn near tears Gabriel’s head off with a Pearl Harbour Lariat! Takuro casually goes for the pin 1, 2, No! Azreal returns just in time, hitting a senton/dropkick combo taking out both members of Team X-JAPAN! Konda falls into the ropes, leaving him open for a huge clothesline over the top! Matsumoto tries to surprise Azreal with a spinning kick, only to have it ducked before impact. He only needs one chance to lift Takuro up, and plants him with a huge Slit Throat Piledriver! Konda slowly gets to his feet on the outside, but gets caught with a cross body leaving Gabriel to get the 1, 2, 3!

The Lost Boyz def. Team X-JAPAN

Overall Rating: 56%

Crowd Reaction: 39%

Match Quality:84%

Cheerleader Melissa Vs. MsChif Vs. Mitsuko Toyoshima

SJW’s female contingent shows it’s face next in the form of a three way dance. While none of the three are overly known by the crowd, they’re eager to make a good first impression. Toyoshima is first to act, swatting away Melissa’s handshake attempt and punching the taste out of her mouth! MsChif takes the opportunity to join in, showing that there is still bad blood between the two. She does her best to fight back, but the handicap situation is just too much for Melissa to take on for very long. The duo surprisingly showed some great teamwork, as they systematically picked apart everyone’s favourite cheerleader. But naturally, after hitting a big double brainbuster the teamwork evaporated as MsChif attempted a cover but was dragged off immediately by Toyoshima.

The two got into a shoving contest, and if this was the WWE it would have degenerated into them rolling around on the mat for a few minutes. Thankfully it’s not, and the crowd appreciated the loud noise Mitsuko’s hand made as she slapped the taste out of MsChif’s mouth. Not to be outdone, she returns in kind with a closed fist that gets her reprimanded by the ref. Shrugging it off she whips Mitsuko across the ring and plants her with a huge spinebuster before rolling into a pin 1, 2, No! Toyoshima kicks out with force, throwing MsChif to one side. The two make it to their feet more or less at the same time, and both get flattened by a double clothesline from Melissa! It isn’t enough to keep them down, but it doesn’t have to be as she’s ready to knock them back down with a stiff right hand.

Instinct causes her to target MsChif first, dragging her up by the hair and whipping her across the ring. A huge powerslam is followed up by what can only be described as a Texas Cloverleaf variation. Instead of sitting like usual, Melissa is standing as she arches MsChif’s back in an unnatural angle. She almost doubles her over completely, but Toyoshima breaks it up with a sick Yakuza kick to Melissa’s face! Picking on the more vulnerable MsChif, she sets up for the Samurai Driver. The risk of the move proves to be detrimental, as MsChif counters it into a huge sit out powerbomb! She’s unable to make a cover, instead trying to get back to her feet. Melissa is a few steps ahead of her, hitting a series of forearms before whipping her across the ring. She leapfrogs her on the first rebound, and doesn’t see MsChif stop in her tracks. Spinning round she has no time to react and gets a face full of green mist!

With Melissa temporarily taken out of the match, MsChif turns her attention to Toyoshima again and signals for a Desecrater. The arm trap goes off without a hitch, but the DDT is reversed into a huge backdrop causing MsChif to land on her head! Somehow back in control, Mitsuko drags her prey into position and begins to climb. With her back to the ring, she leaps off with a breathtaking Memoirs Of A Geisha! The impact causes her to roll off MsChif, clutching her back from the earlier powerbomb. She staggers to her feet and heads for the cover, but a still partially blinded Melissa spins her round and hits a quick Reverse Russian Leg Sweep! Toyoshima crashes face first into the canvas, as Melissa rolls her into the 1, 2, 3! The crowd applauds the efforts of all three women, as a green faced Melissa has her hand raised by the referee.

Cheerleader Melissa def. MsChif and Mitsuko Toyoshima

Overall Rating: 38%

Crowd Reaction: 23%

Match Quality: 54%

Onyx and Rainman head down to the ring next, but the match doesn’t start straight away.

High Society make their way through the curtain, but neither is in any hurry to get in the ring.

Conrad: When we were informed we’d be debuting here tonight in tag team action, we were thrilled at the chance to take on worthy opponents. So imagine our dismay when we found out that we’d be forced to share the ring with you two.

Shaking his head, he hands the mic over to Worthington

Alexander: Do you know who we are? Of course you don’t because none of you have enough money to mingle with the social circles we are a part of. Especially the two of you. *he points to Rainman and Onyx* Quite frankly we’re disgusted with the decision to put us in the ring with a pair of ghetto thugs like you.

By now, Onyx is starting to get agitated and has to be held back by Rainman. Conrad takes control of the mic again, with a cocky grin on his face.

Conrad: There’s not a chance in hell the two of you can beat us. After all, we’ve had the finest training money can buy. The greatest wrestlers in the world have passed their knowledge onto us. Have either of you even had any kind of formal training? Or do you just climb into a ring and try to get by with unorganised brawling? Either way, I reiterate my previous statement…the two of you simply have no hope over overcoming High Society. In fact, I doubt there’s anything the two of you can do better than us…

Worthington leans in and whispers something in Conrad’s ear.

Conrad: Ah yes, I retract that. I’m sure the two of you could skip out on child support payments better than we ever could!

Despite being the voice of reason, Rainman changes his stance after that comment. Both men slide out of the ring, and take the fight to High Society in the aisle!

Overall Rating: 55%

Alexander Worthington III gained 3 points of overness from this segment. Conrad Kennedy III gained 3 points of overness from this segment.

High Society Vs. Rainman and Onyx

The brawl quickly spills out into the empty portions of the building. Despite their arrogance, High Society simply isn’t prepared for the angry assault they receive from Rainman and Onyx. They go an entire two minutes or so without getting a single shot in, before trying to high tail it back to the ring. They’re almost successful in doing so, but fall prey to another beating at ringside. The ref is forced to step in, as the match hasn’t officially started yet. Onyx takes advantage of this by relieving a fan of their chair, and blasting Kennedy over the head with it! Rainman moves out of the way, allowing Worthington to receive the same brutal shot to the skull! The fan his handed his chair back, as the arrogant snobs are rolled back into the ring so the match can begin.

Instead of going straight for the win, Onyx drags Kennedy to his feet and lifts him up onto his shoulder. Worthington can barely roll out of the way as his partner is driven into the canvas with a crushing running powerslam! He casually presses a hand on Conrad’s chest as the ref counts 1, 2, No! Onyx is somewhat surprised that Kennedy would prolong the agony, but doesn’t dwell on it as he tags in Rainman. The biggest man in the match picks up Kennedy, and whips him into a corner. Worthington is dragged to his feet and thrown roughly into Conrad. Onyx then shows his freakish strength by whipping Rainman into the pair of them at high speed! High Society crumples to the mat, and Worthington is rolled out by the ref. Sitting in the corner, Kennedy is open to a few scrapes, before Rainman damn near kicks his face off with a running boot!

The pain train keeps on rolling as Rainman tags Onyx back into the match and they continue to lay into Kennedy. The ref tries to order the two on one to stop, but neither man is too interested in listening to what he has to say. Eventually Rainman is pulled out of the corner and forced across the ring. Onyx can handle is, as he hooks a barely conscious Conrad Kennedy into a Blaq Out. He lifts him up and spins, only to get pasted with a vicious chair shot by Worthington! He quickly bails out of the ring with the weapon and pulls Rainman off the apron. The ref turns to see Conrad with his arm over Onyx and counts the 1, 2, 3!

Rainman is suckered into a cheap shot, allowing Worthington to drag Kennedy out of the ring. The two stagger up the aisle, having stolen the match despite being dominated throughout.

High Society def. Onyx and Rainman

Overall Rating: 57%

Crowd Reaction: 37%

Match Quality: 77%

Chucklez The Clown Vs. 'Primetime' Brian Lee

The biggest match in terms of sheer size came up next. Brian Lee made his way down to the ring to a decent reaction from those in the crowd who remember him. He didn’t seem at all phased by the task at hand, and he had ample reason not to be. The curtain ruffles, and into the aisle steps a short man in a scruffy looking yet brightly coloured suit and top hat. Stepping to one side, he points the skull capped cane in his hand towards the entrance. The six foot six Chucklez steps out onto the aisle, staring straight at Brian Lee. His entire head and neck is covered in paint, cutting off at the collar resting on his shoulders. He's wearing baggy red pants, and a pair of ruffled gloves (Like This) to complete his outfit. The sideshow duo walk slowly down to the ring, as Primetime paces back and forth waiting for his opponent.

His wait ends as Chucklez steps through the ropes, and the two big men go face to face in the middle of the ring. Neither move for a good ten seconds, never once averting their gaze from the other. Eventually Chucklez steps back adjusting his glove, and drills Lee with a huge right hand! It staggers the big man, but only for a second as he fires back with a huge right of his own! Ringmaster barks orders on the outside as the two keep slugging each other stubbornly. With each punch, the reaction time from both men begins to slow down. This gives Lee enough time to hit a few punches in a row and whip Chucklez across the ring. His outstretched boot is the only thing waiting for the evil clown, as the sound of leather on skin echoes through the building.

Instead of going for a pin fall, Brian drags Chucklez back to his feet and whips him off the ropes. This time he catches him with a big side slam that causes to ring to shake under the 550+lbs being driven into it. Hooking a leg the ref slides into position 1, No! Chucklez kicks out well before even the two count as Ringmaster shouts for him to get up. Slightly phased by his opponent’s resilience, Lee isn’t able to keep him from getting back to his feet. He fires off a few more right hands, followed up by a boot to the stomach. Raising one hand, he quickly sets him up for a powerbomb. The first attempt is blocked, so Brian hits a few stiff forearms into Chucklez’ back. The second attempt is more successful, as the clown gets snapped down into the canvas with great force. The pin follows 1, 2, but the shoulder is up again just after the two.

A little frustration sets in, as Brian starts to choke Chucklez before bringing him back to his feet. A whip hard into the turnbuckles is followed by a clothesline attempt, but the clown sidesteps it sending Lee crashing into nothing but turnbuckles! Spinning his opponent around, Chucklez begins to throw punch after punch with no signs of stopping. At first Brian is able to block them with his hands, but after at least fifteen shots they start to break through. The punches keep on coming, raining down on the side of Brian’s face. It’s barely noticeable at first, but eventually the blood starts to flow out of a big gash in his eyebrow! The sight brings a crazed look to Chucklez’ eyes, as he pulls Brian out from the corner and whips him across the ring. The near seven footer is lifted high in the air and drilled into the canvas with a huge spinebuster! Chucklez covers 1, 2, but Lee still shows signs of fight as he kicks out!

The clown shows no signs of worry as he makes it back to his feet. The right side of Lee’s face is now covered in blood as he crawls onto his hands and knees. The bulls eye is hit dead on as Chucklez plants a boot right into his eyebrow. Brian falls onto his back, and has no time to breath as the clown is on him like a man possessed. His once white gloves are now a deep red as he rains down another series of rights into his bloodied face. Ringmaster shouts “End it!”, causing Chucklez to stop and drag Lee to his feet. Hoisting him up onto his shoulders, he attempts to hit the Three Ring Circus but Brian struggles, eventually slipping free! The clown turns round to a hand around his throat, and gets drilled into the canvas with a huge Chokeslam! Exhausted, Lee crawls over and covers 1, 2, No! Somehow Chucklez manages to kick out! Not expecting to have any more to do, it takes Brian some time to get back to his feet. Chucklez however seems to rise quickly, and with a smile on his face at that. Lee catches him around the throat again, but this time the Chokeslam attempt is blocked. Chucklez hoists him onto his shoulders, just as Ringmaster grabs a chair from ringside and slides it into the ring. Swinging the big man off his shoulders, Chucklez drills him face first into the chair with a Three Ring Circus! Rolling Lee onto his back, he covers for the 1, 2, 3!

Chucklez The Clown def. Brian Lee

Overall Rating: 60%

Crowd Reaction: 42%

Match Quality: 79%

Chucklez The Clown gained 1 point of overness from this match.

The match is over, but Chucklez seems far from finished.

The Ringmaster grins, grabbing a microphone as he hops onto the apron and joins his client in the ring.

Ringmaster: Guys and gals, stinking little bastards, peons of all ages! Feast your eyes on the single most destructive entity in professional wrestling today! Tonight is simply the first of many where ya’ll are gonna witness the total annihilation of anyone who dares step into the ring with this man… this monster! I can see a few of ya’ll still don’t believe, so may I direct ya attention to this…

He points to Chucklez, who rolls out of the ring and flips up the apron. He pulls out a table, and slides it into the ring with ease. Brian Lee still hasn’t moved as the table is set up a few feet away from him. Chucklez grabs a handful of hair, and pulls him up to his feet. The lift onto his shoulders is effortless, as he swings him into the air and drives him through the wood with another Three Ring Circus!

Ringmaster: This is the only warning ya’ll are gonna get.

He drops the mic onto Lee’s back before ordering Chucklez to leave the ring. Several members of the ring crew wait until the two are in the back before trying to help Brian, and clear up for the main event.

Overall Rating: 54%

Chucklez The Clown gained 3 points of overness from this segment.

SJW Heavyweight Title Match

Alex 'Fucking' Shelley Vs. Jimmy Rave

Shelley makes it to the ring without much delay, simply wanting to get on with the match. However, Jimmy Rave has other ideas as he strolled to the ring with all the Pomp and Circumstance people have come to expect from him. With nobody accompanying him to the ring, he’s forced to use the steel steps much to his chagrin. All the while, Alex is simply sitting in a corner waiting patiently. Finally Jimmy gets into the ring, but before the match can start he orders the referee to help remove his robe. After considerable abuse, he gives in and aids Rave with his disrobing.

With that out of the way, Shelley gets to his feet in anticipation of the bell. The two former Embassy team mates meet in the middle of the ring, and Rave mockingly offers him a handshake. Alex looks at it and goes to accept, but levels Jimmy with a right hand instead! He doesn’t give Rave any chance to counter as he hits a few more right hands before whipping him across the ring. The rebound sees Jimmy run straight into a stiff forearm, causing his head to snap back like he’d been shot. Quick to keep on the pressure, Shelly drops down and hooks in a headlock variation. Naturally the ref asks if Rave gives up, but he’s more concerned about escaping the hold. It takes a fair bit of manoeuvring, but Jimmy is able to work his way up to his feet and do a standing switch into a hammerlock. Alex however is right on top of things, and easily flips him down with a snapmare before locking in a chinlock.

Stuck in the middle of the ring, Rave’s only option it to once again try and fight out of it. The ref continues to ask the redundant question about him giving up, not surprising anyone when it’s ignored. It takes longer for Jimmy to find a way up this time; the toll is more than evident by the pained look on his face. Eventually he gets into a position and manages to roll Alex back and get a surprise bridging pin 1, 2, but Shelley manages to kick out before the three! The break is welcomed, as Rave is able to take Shelley’s surprise and use it to recuperate a bit. His neck shows signs of bothering him, but he focuses on the match by hitting a few stinging knife edge chops across Alex’s chest. Almost immediately the hand prints begin to form, which only serves to spurn Jimmy on as he switches to forearms. Rocking Shelley into the ropes, he whips him across the ring and levels him with a running clothesline. As Alex sits up from the impact, Jimmy charges forward and hits him square in the face with a running knee! He scrambles for a cover 1, 2, but Alex still has enough to kick out!

The arrogance starts to shine through as he gets to his feet and begins taunting Shelley, begging him to get up. His neck is still giving him problems, as he rubs it to try and get some feeling back. Alex gets to one knee and Jimmy tries another kick, but Shelley catches his leg! With Rave hopping on one foot at his mercy, Alex savours the moment before drilling him with a huge clothesline! Jimmy pops back up twice more, and each time takes yet another clothesline for his troubles. It takes longer and longer for him to get back up, giving Shelley enough time to springboard off the ropes and hit a huge Lionsault! He hooks both legs 1, 2, Jimmy just manages to kick out before the three count! Trying to keep the advantage, Shelley drags him to his feet and signals for the Shellshock. Rave shows no signs of fighting back as he gets hooked in, but at the last second he hits a desperate low blow! Alex lurches forward in pain, and Jimmy takes the opportunity to hook him into the Greetings From Ghana. There’s clearly a little struggle, as Shelley manages to backdrop his way out of the move! Rave staggers to his feet, holding his neck after landing on it badly. Alex is waiting, catching a free arm and pulling him down into the Border City Stretch! Thanks to the pain in his neck, Rave doesn’t last long before being forced to tap out!

The bell rings as Shelley gets to his feet amidst applause from the crowd. The newly designed SJW Heavyweight title is handed to him, and he raises it triumphantly into the air. Rave rolls out of the ring, clutching his neck, now in considerable pain. The two catch a glance as Alex cockily smiles as he shows him the belt.

Alex Shelley def. Jimmy Rave to win the SJW Heavyweight title.

Overall Rating: 66%

Crowd Reaction: 50%

Match Quality: 82%

The SJW Heavyweight title has gained in image. Alex Shelley is losing overness because of his weak gimmick.

Show Overall Rating: 54%

Match of the Night: Shelley Vs. Rave

Worst Match of the Night: Faulkner Vs. Boyer

Living In Sin I was attended by 234 people!

We made $4680 from ticket sales.

Prediction Contest Results

Darkrayne: 6 Points

Aaron Maiden: 6 Points

The Canadian Destroyer: 6 Points

fatal1tystr1kes: 5 Points

Serj: 7 Points

Matt: 4 Points

Ace: 6 Points

Benkid: 6 Points

Well…as you can see, Serj wins with 7 points and gets to name the next two end of month shows (August and September). Seeing as there was a 5 way tie for second place, each one can suggest a new name for the PG13 title and the one I like the most will win.

Edited October 31, 2006 by Xero Gravity

[Xero Gravity]

Spirits were high after the show, over all it was well received by those who attended. Not only did we draw our biggest crowd to date, we also put on the best over all show in our 11 month history. I really wish I’d waited another day before saying things couldn’t get any better, as by the morning I’d have to eat my words.

I’d started to get into the habit of waking up at a reasonable hour, instead of during the middle of the day. If anything, it cut down on the number of headaches I got from over sleeping. As I staggered towards the kitchen, the flashing red light caught my eye. It’s not every day someone leaves me a message on my answering machine. I withheld the temptation to tackle it there and then, instead choosing to make sure I had caffeine in my system. I was till getting used to early mornings, and frequently wished I could hook black coffee up to an IV drip and take it that way. With the steaming cup of coffee in my hand, I pressed the button and sat down.

Hi…uhhh…Adam? My name is Benjamin Landry, and I own one of the local networks broadcasting in this area. I was at your show last night, and I have to say I was impressed. I’ve been looking for some new programming for a while now, and I think that SJW could be what I’m looking for. So I was wondering if we could set up a meeting?

To be honest I missed the end of the conversation, on account of bounding around the room like an idiot. In hindsight it wasn’t a smart idea, as my t-shirt wasn’t really adequate protection against hot coffee.

After taking a shower, I called Sophie to tell her the good news. Straight after that, I called up Landry and set up a meeting for later in the day. Sophie decided she was coming with me, and who was I to say otherwise?

The words pussy whipped did come to mind a few times…

His office was a short walk away from our “arena”; several storeys above us tucked away in one of the high rise buildings. For just a local network, their set up was pretty fancy.

Can I help you?

The secretary barked at us as we barely stepped foot off the elevator.

Uhhh…yeah, we’re here to see Mr. Landry.

Take a seat.

She was in no mood for pleasantries. I could tell Sophie didn’t appreciate it, but that was her fault for deciding to come along. A minute or two of waiting, and the door finally opened.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

He seemed awfully young to be the owner of a television network.

…and who is this enchanting vision?

I hate him already…

This is…

I’m Sophie, the one who brings order to the chaos.

He kissed her hand, and she blushed. I shook my head and looked over to the receptionist. It was clear by her face that she’d seen this kind of thing more than once. Not only that, but I’d have bet my house on her having some hidden infatuation with her boss.

Please, step into my office.

It was even more fancy than the reception area, and made my office look like more of a shit hole than it actually was. He ushered us into a pair of leather bound seats, and took his place behind a lavish mahogany desk.

Okay, here’s the deal…I’m not gonna bullshit you and say we can give you a lot of exposure, because quite frankly we can’t. What we can give you however, is a slot in our schedule. I mean since I started, I’ve done nothing but show other people’s stuff. What I really want is to be responsible for something new. I think that SJW could be that one unique product that sets us apart from other small networks.

Well it does sound like an interesting offer. When would we expect to air?

Anywhere between ten and midnight, the schedules aren’t too hard to shuffle around. You’d have a free reign over which day you wanted too.

What about restrictions?

Restrictions? I don’t know the meaning of the word. As far as I’m concerned, you can do what you want…hell, you can even sacrifice a goat if you wanted to.

Uhhh….okay?

So what do you say, so we have a deal?

He didn’t really have to ask, it’s not like we were going to turn down an offer like this,

Sure, we’ve got a deal.

…and after another half hour had passed, SJW was officially going to start running weekly TV shows starting on Wednesday.

[Ace]

Restrictions? I don’t know the meaning of the word. As far as I’m concerned, you can do what you want…hell, you can even sacrifice a goat if you wanted to.

[Benjamin]

Awesome... Weekly TV shows are just alot better than anything I could imagine.

I'll PM my idea too...

[Mx. Canadian Destroyer]

For the life of me, I can't think up a good name for a title belt. Meh, I'm sure Ace or benkid have a good one.

Well, I liked the show and I'm glad with most of the results. Very happy to see Alex Shelley take the win aswell as Faulkner. I felt most of the other matches were pretty obvious, like Chucklez winning (who looks bad ass, might I add). A tv show is also going to be good. My only complaint was that would a tv station really want to bring in a company that had a history like SJW, but I guess after I read that you could potentially sacrifice a goat, I can see why this station has been chosen.

Edited November 2, 2006 by The Canadian Destroyer

[Draevyn]

Okay, glad you finally got this up. I don't have a lot to say about the show seeing as this was the first one under the new regime. I've got to wait awhile to watch you build the characters, which I know you can and will. You've done a fairly good job so far. Not to mention you have Alex "Fucking" Shelley, which is always a good thing. Nice little reference to LAW in there, and I'm definitely waiting for the next show.

[Besmirched Tea]

Guy Angelo def. Teh Mad Haxx0r to win the SJW PG13 title.

[Xero Gravity]

The next few days proved to be very hectic indeed. Benjamin was excitedly hanging around, overseeing every little aspect of the set up. In a way it was nice to see him so enthusiastic about the partnership, but at the same time he tried to take control of things he shouldn’t have. I didn’t want to be too hard on him, so trying to get some peace and quiet was troublesome. If it wasn’t for a commercial he’d arranged, I may have throttled him with his tie. I kinda felt sorry for Alex and Jimmy, as being our two most recognisable stars; he naturally chose to feature them over anyone else.

As they reluctantly got dragged off to the studio, I sighed and grabbed myself a beer. My brain still hadn’t processed everything yet, but luckily for me Sophie wasn’t suffering from the same problem. While I was sitting around without a clue, she was as busy as ever. Having weekly TV shows to worry about meant we’d need to push the boat out a bit and hire a few more guys. Sophie had already taken care of a few, but I pitched in with my own suggestions. It took a day or two to get the paperwork sorted, but eventually we had the extra depth to the roster that we needed.

‘Smooth’ Tommy Suede, Face, 27 Over. For over a year and a half, Suede was under the employ of the WWE. Despite already having the tools needed to succeed, he was kept in DSW while less talented members of the roster were called up ahead of him. Eventually, he requested his release and it was granted. He’s a gifted high flyer with a fair bit of charisma to back it up. His primary method of winning matches is the Shooting Star Press, but has been known to use the Springboard Hurricanrana as well.

Damien Cross, Heel, 12 Over. A relative newcomer to the wrestling scene, Cross has only been wrestling for about a year and a half. Despite that, he’s already managed to build himself into a solid all rounder that is not afraid to try any style. His main influence is the Kenta Kobashi, and that is evident by his penchant for strikes and his Sign Of The Cross (Burning Hammer) finisher.

Christian Hartley, Face, 11 Over. Another rookie, Hartley has been making waves over the last few years in smaller independent promotions. Thanks to his superstar look, and decent skill set, the sky is the limit for him. He’s spent the past year touring the country with his real life girlfriend Heather Davenport, who doubles as his manager. His finishers include the Package Piledriver, and the Reverse Figure Four Leg Lock.

‘Lucky Number 7’ Adrian Christensen, Tweener, 27 Over. The most experienced member of the new roster members, Christensen has been wrestling now for over six years. Despite being American, most of his time has been spent in Europe with a few trips to Mexico and Japan. With the skills he learned, he returned to America and has spent the last year trying to get noticed. His gimmick, that of a cocky gambler, has got him noticed already. His sole finisher is the Royal Flush (Cobra Clutch Backbreaker).

Heather Davenport, Face, 10 Over. Heather has been involved in pro wrestling since she was seventeen. Her first few years was spent as a wrestler, but a nagging knee injury forced her out of the ring. When she met Christian Hartley, she became his manager thanks to her natural charisma. A return to the ring hasn’t been ruled out, but for the time being she’ll remain by Christian’s side.

The Flying Jobber, Tweener, 12 Over. Every promotion needs a guy whose sole purpose is to put others over. The Flying Jobber has made a living out of that for the past four years. Starting out as ring crew, he slowly learned the trade and stepped in from time to time when someone needed putting over. His brightly coloured mask, cape, and tights combo make him stand out from the crowd. Over all he’s a fairly average worker, but has selling down to a fine art. His finisher is the J.O.B (Double Underhook Piledriver) but he rarely gets to use it.

Edited November 3, 2006 by Xero Gravity

[Benjamin]

Awesome TV show name, to begin with...

I excited to see these signings, as The Flying Jobber is a favourite of mine, despite his lack of lots of stuff... Hope to this in good time.

[Number of the Breast]

I have no idea who Christian Hartley is, but you must push him, he sounds awesome. Looking forward to seeing the weekly setup, just hoping it won't affect your output in any way.

[fkndka]

Push The Flying Jobber! nobody would expect it!

[Xero Gravity]

The time had come. I sat there with a beer in my hand, thinking back over the last eleven months. During September I was a down in his luck loser, arrested for picking a fight with a cop. I’d found friends in a bunch of kids, and started up a wrestling promotion under the delusion of taking down TNA. I went face to face with a mobster, and killed him without hesitation. My fleeting dream slowly formed into something real before my eyes. Tonight, it took that next step on the road. Securing a television deal was huge, something I’d never imagined that could ever happen. We had one shot to make a good impression, and we were damn sure going to take it…

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Stigmata, 8th August 2007

Instead of opening the debuting Stigmata with a match, we instead take our first look backstage. More specifically, the door to Commissioner Vanessa’s office.

She appears seconds later, pushing it open. The smile on her face shows she approves of her new décor. No more than three steps in, the big leather chair behind her desk spins around causing her to jump

Vanessa: Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my chair?!

The man, dressed in a fine suit, leans forward and smiles behind a neatly trimmed goatee.

?????: I’m sorry little lady, but I think you’ll find that this is my chair now.

Vanessa: Wha-

?????: I beg your pardon. I guess it is a little too complicated for someone like you to understand.

Vanessa’s face twists into an angry glare, as the man in her chair leans back.

?????: As you are no doubt aware, SJW is a growing company. No longer is it infested with little bastards reeking of puberty. It has trained wrestlers, a television show, and now a board of directors to over see it. You may have been enough to keep a few children in line, but this isn’t kindergarten anymore. Quite frankly, you just don’t have the qualifications to be the figurehead of a real wrestling promotion. That’s where I, Maxamilian J. Kraven, come into the picture.

He stands up, and starts to walk around “his” office.

Kraven: You see, unlike you I do have experience in wrestling. After all, I don’t look like I was simply plucked out of a strip club and given responsibility beyond my wisdom. No, I went out and earned it like you’re supposed to.

Vanessa: But…

Kraven raises a hand, and cuts her off.

Kraven: Let me guess, what about you? Well, I’ll be honest with you. The board agreed unanimously that you were surplus to requirements. There was all but ready to terminate your contract, until I stepped in.

Vanessa: You?

Kraven: Indeed, I have an eye for talent. They saw things my way, and I was able to cancel your termination.

Vanessa: But why would you do that?

Kraven returns to his desk, and opens up the top drawer. Pulling out a microphone, he tosses it to her and she catches it instinctually.

Kraven: What kind of success would I be, if I let a perfectly good looking microphone stand with tits get away?

The anger inside her starts to rise, as she looks about ready to hurl the mic at him.

Vanessa: You son of a…

Kraven: Ah, ah, ah…I wouldn’t do that if I were you. This is your only option. Take the mic and the interviewer’s position, or throw it at me and take unemployment…the choice is yours.

Realising she doesn’t actually have a choice; she concedes defeat and leaves quietly. Kraven smiles, leaning back in his new chair.

Kraven: ’atta girl…

OR: 58%

Vanessa debuted her new gimmick (Staff Member), it got a negative response. Vanessa gained overness from this segment. Max Kraven gained overness from this segment.

Chucklez The Clown Vs. The Flying Jobber

Far from the most star studded of opening match to kick off the new chapter in SJW’s history. TFJ gets a sympathy pop from the crowd as Jack Douglas and Thomas Giesen begin their commentary tenure by building up Chucklez for those watching at home. Both Chucklez and The Ringmaster make their way down the aisle to jeers from the crowd, as Jobber warms up. The match itself is as you’d expect…fast ands brutal. Chucklez throws TFJ around the ring for a few minutes, and Jobber sells it like death. As an exclamation point, he’s hit unnecessarily with not one but two Three Ring Circuses for the easy three count.

As if Jobber wasn’t unconscious enough, Chucklez dragged his lifeless body off the canvas, and hit a third Three Ring Circus as Ringmaster applauded his client’s dominance.

Chucklez The Clown def. The Flying Jobber

Overall Rating: 46%

Crowd Reaction: 30%

Match Quality: 63%

“Remedy” by Seether hits the PA system, bringing out the debuting Christian Hartley and his girlfriend/manager Heather Davenport.

The pair take their time interacting with the fans, getting across their baby face status. Some seem receptive enough, but others aren’t so easily swayed. Heather takes a mic as the pair gets into the ring, and hands it over to Christian

Hartley: Last week, we got a phone call. “Hey, how do you two feel signing with us and appearing on TV?” the voice on the other side said. Now to be honest, we were a little sceptical *Heather nods her head in agreement* But sure enough, we agreed and here we are on SJW’s debut Stigmata show!

He’s a little over enthusiastic, but some of the crowd are happy enough to cheer.

Hartley: I may not have a match here tonight, but we couldn’t pass up the opportunity to come out here and meet the great fans SJW has!

The cheap pop is there, but the over enthusiasm still remains.

Hartley: Star-

Luckily for some, he’s cut off by the sound of “Babylon” by Unwritten Law. A few seconds passed before fellow debutant Damien Cross steps out through the curtain. Decked from head to toe in black and red, he's a stark contrast to the fresh faced Hartley.

Cross: Life is short, and so is my patience. You waltz out here, fresh faced and cheery, looking for acceptance to be showered upon you? Let me tell you something about acceptance…it’s overrated. Already I can tell you’re destined to be the perennial loser in this company. You care too much about what a gathering of faceless strangers think about you. Do you really think these people care about you once they leave this building? Half of them wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire, and the other half would probably stand and laugh.

They clearly resent being called heartless bastards, and start to boo. This prompts Hartley to defend their honour.

Hartley: Luckily for the world, we’re not all as cynical as you are.

Cross: You think I’m cynical? I prefer to call it being a realist. But if you think these people give a dam so much, why don’t we put it to the test? Next week, you and I get our in ring debuts against each other. I’d happily waste such an occasion to show you that in defeat, these morons couldn’t care less about you.

Hartley: You want me one on one? *he looks at Heather, who nods* Okay then, you’re on!

Damien smiles before backing up towards the curtain. Remedy hits again as Christian and Heather pander to the crowd a little more before leaving.

OR: 45%

Christian Hartley gained 2 points of overness from this segment. Damien Cross gained 2 points of overness from this segment.

High Society Vs. The Lost Boys

Jack Douglas runs down the two tag matches that happened this past Sunday at Living In Sin, as both winning teams are set to go at it next. Thanks to their greater experience together, Azreal and Gabriel spend most of the contest in the driver’s seat. It’s only thanks to a few cheap shots that High Society is able to mount any offence of their own. They manage to isolate Gabriel in their half, and work on him with several quick tags to keep each other fresh. Eventually their arrogance gets the better of them and Gabriel is able to tag in Azreal! The Angel Of Death cleans house on both men, and works over Conrad Kennedy as he looks for the win. A “mistimed” blow from Kennedy takes out the ref, allowing Team X-JAPAN to sneak down to ringside and attack The Lost Boyz. Azreal suffers both a Peal Harbour Lariat and a Takuro Tornado, leaving Kennedy to get the three count as the ref comes to.

The four men start laying into Azreal and Gabriel, until a chair wielding Onyx charges down to the ring! They all scatter as the genetic powerhouse swings the chair wildly. Douglas and Giesen mention the absence of Onyx’s partner, who has a main event match against Jimmy Rave to worry about.

High Society def. The Lost Boys

Overall Rating: 56%

Crowd Reaction: 37%

Match Quality: 75%

“Revolution” by Judas Priest hits next, bringing out the SJW Heavyweight champion Alex ‘Fucking’ Shelley.

Shelley: I know a lot of people are expecting me to come out here tonight, and shoot on TNA. To those people, I apologise as that’s simply not going to happen. Yeah, the way things went down was disappointing, but I’m not gonna dwell on the past. You see, I’m Alex Fucking Shelley. One setback isn’t gonna keep me down for very long, and this *he holds up the SJW title* is proof of that. In a way, I’m glad I was given the opportunity to leave. If I hadn’t I would never have ended up here, and be calling myself a heavyweight champion. So to Dixie, Jeff, Big Kev, and everyone else involved…thank you. Now I-

His speech is interrupted as “Parade Of The Charioteers” by Miklós Rózsa begins to play. It can only mean the arrival of one person, and sure enough Jimmy Rave saunters through the curtain. His long black and gold robe trails behind him as he jaw jacks with fans in the front row. Shelley, not wanting to get into a fight, rolls out of the ring and takes a seat next to Douglas and Giesen.

OR: 70%

Alex Shelley gained overness from this segment.

Jimmy Rave Vs. Rainman

After Shelley finishes his long winded entrance, Rainman is finally allowed to make his way down to the ring. His is no nonsense, and within no more than fifteen seconds he’s in the ring and raring to go. They have a great deal of experience with each other, thanks to their history in NWA: Wildside. That in turn translates into a great main even to cap off the debut of Stigmata. Despite being the higher profile of the two, Rave doesn’t get it as easy as he’d like. Rainman takes it to him every step of the way, and even dominates during several spells. But every time, Rave is there with a shortcut to slow the match down. Towards the end, he’s more concerned with insulting Shelley at ringside, and it almost costs him the match. An eye rake is all that saves him from taking a Dark City Street Cutter. Temporarily blinded, Rainman walks into a boot and eats a Greetings From Ghana for the three count.

The show comes to a close with Rave making a belt gesture to Shelley, who simply raises the title and mouths “any time, any place” at him.

Jimmy Rave def. Rainman

Overall Rating: 66%

Crowd Reaction: 47%

Match Quality: 85%

Show Overall Rating: 58

Best Segment Of The Night: Alex Shelley Interview.

Worst Segment Of The Night: Hartley/Cross Debut Segment.

Stigmata got a 0.35 rating.

The taping was attended by 115 people.

We made $1725 from ticket sales.

Edited November 6, 2006 by Xero Gravity

[fatal1tystr1kes]

Damien Cross has impressed me. I like him already. Shelley remains awesome.

[Benjamin]

I now mark for Chucklez The Clown...

Pretty good starting show, with the Vanessa being demoted to staff member being pretty suprising, and sucks, in my opinion, but Kraven looks like a pretty interesting character. Am liking the TV shows, but hoping you don't lose energy from having to book & write each week instead of just a show per month.

[Xero Gravity]

Stigmata, 15th August 2007

Three Way Dance

Maxime Boyer Vs. Gavin Faulkner Vs. The Flying Jobber

After welcoming us to the show, Douglas and Giesen quickly run down the three men in this opening match. They heap praise on both Boyer and Faulkner, while mentioning that TFJ is clearly out of his depth. It comes as no surprise then, that mere moments into the match, he’s being used as a human suplex dummy. There’s clear tension between Boyer and Faulkner as they try to out perform each other at Jobber’s expense. They soon turn to fighting with each other, drawing stalemate after stalemate. It’s only thanks to Jobber’s return to the match that there’s any kind of advantage taken. The amateur wrestling sensation takes advantage of Boyer being dumped out of the ring, and zones in on Jobber. A quick German suplex is rolled into a Fujiwara Armbar, scoring the quick tap out victory for Faulkner.

As he’s having his hand raised, Boyer gets to his feet on the outside. Needless to say there’s a hint of anger in his eyes upon seeing Faulkner declared the winner.

Gavin Faulkner def. Maxime Boyer and The Flying Jobber

Overall Rating: 45%

Crowd Reaction: 28%

Match Quality: 75%

Backstage, Azreal and Gabriel are quietly sitting in their darkened dressing room.

A moment or two later, and the door opens causing the two gothic warriors to jump up to a fighting stance. The soon back down, and Rainman and Onyx step into focus.

Onyx: Whoa, whoa, whoa. We ain’t here to cause trouble, so chill.

Rainman: It’s clear ta’ us that our problems got mixed together last week. If it wasn’t for Onyx here, you two woulda got your asses beat into tha’ mat.

The Lost Boyz look at each other, as though they’re silently agreeing with what Rainman is saying.

Rainman: So we got a little proposition for ya’.

Onyx: Retaliation is in a few weeks, and we’d love ta’ get our hands on those rich cracka assholes High Society. But tha’ four of us go waaay back, so we want ta’ do a trade. At Retaliation, you beat the piss out of High Society like me an’ Rainman know ya’ can. In exchange, we’ll teach those Jap punks a lesson about messin’ with tha’ Wildside crew.

Rainman: Ya’ dig?

Azreal looks to Gabriel, who slowly nods.

Azreal: You’re on…

Rainman: Cool, we’ll let Kraven know how it’s gonna go down.

The two back up, and leave The Lost Boyz to contemplate the match at hand, in the darkness of their dressing room.

OR: 53%

Onyx gained overness from this segment. Rainman gained overness from this segment.

Before the next match, a video begins to run on the big screen.

The scene is a party, generic dance music is playing in the background. The camera moves through the club, and ends up outside. A few moments later, a limousine pulls up causing a group of people to gather round. The door opens, and a finely dressed man steps out with a cocky smile on his face. A few women instantly flock to him as he begins to stride confidently into the club. One woman talking to a man causes him to stop him his tracks. Lowering his glasses, he mouths “damn…” before strolling over. He slides in between the couple and winks at the woman, causing the guy to get pissed and spin him round. He tries to swing, but it’s ducked and he gets thrown across the dance floor and into a table. Straightening himself out, he turns back to the woman and offers her to come with him. Without hesitation she accepts, and joins his group as they pass the dejected man pulling himself up off the floor. Stopping just shy of the door, the ladies man turns to the camera and winks as it fades out into a gold message.

‘Smooth’ Tommy Suede

Coming To SJW

Next Week.

OR: 53%

Tommy Suede gained overness from this segment.

Christian Hartley Vs. Damien Cross

The next match was set up last week, as Cross interrupted Hartley’s attempts to endear himself to the crowd. The action comes thick and fast, as both men are equally matched in terms of skill. The one big difference between the two, is Damien’s lack of keeping within the rules. He takes every cheap shot and short cut he can, but to Christian’s credit he manages to bounce back every time. The fans slowly start to get behind him, which Cross doesn’t like one bit. Feeding off the fans, Hartley makes it back to a level pegging and eventually takes the advantage. But the running theme through the match comes back to bite him, and Damien pastes him with a huge low blow. Hoisting him up onto his shoulders he tries to execute a Sign Of The Cross, but Christian struggles free! Swinging Damien round, he delivers a quick kick to the stomach before planting him with a Package Piledriver for the three count!

The fans cheer Hartley as he’s announced the winner, and Cross is left to roll out of the ring in defeat.

Christian Hartley def. Damien Cross

Overall Rating: 41%

Crowd Reaction: 28%

Match Quality: 64%

Backstage, Vanessa gives her first interview by catching up with Alex Shelley before his main even match.

Vanessa: Alex, in just a few moments, you’re set to go one on one with Chucklez The Clown. How are you feeling about that?

Shelley: How am I feeling? You know, to be honest I’m not too worried about this.

Vanessa: Really? I mean people saw just how violent he can be. After all, he did take out Brian Lee who we still haven’t seen or heard from since Living In Sin. Not only that, but last week he destroyed The Flying Jobber without provocation.

Shelley: Hey, I’m not gonna stand here and lie. Chucklez is a big, powerful guy. I’m positive he’d have no problem kicking my ass without breaking a sweat. But people seem to be forgetting that I’m Alex ‘Fucking’ Shelley. Just because someone is bigger than me, and stronger than me, it doesn’t mean I’m gonna run and hide. I didn’t come here to duck challenges and take the easy way out. I’m here to prove to everyone why I’m the future of this business. If I run from the first big obstacle in my path, I might as well just pack my bags and walk out now.

Vanessa: What about Jimmy Rave?

Shelley: Ah Jimmy, where do I start? Well, it seems like his gimmick has gone to his head. I mean sure, we had fun in ROH in the Embassy. But look at me, am I still acting like a prick? No, because I know when it’s time to stop. Jimmy’s problem is that he doesn’t know when he’s passed that point. He just needs to look around. There is no Nana here, no fans throwing toilet paper at him, and no valets to use as ring steps. This isn’t Ring of Honor and the sooner he realises that, the better it’ll be for all of us.

Vanessa: Are you concerned about him taking advantage of you match? After all, he made it clear he wasn’t done with the Heavyweight title last week.

Shelley: I’ve only got one thing to say to Jimmy, if that’s what’s floating through his beady little mind

Alex looks directly into the camera.

Shelley: Just try it…

He walks off towards the ring, leaving Vanessa alone.

Shelley: Jack, Tom, back to you guys at ringside.

OR: 75%

Alex Shelley gained overness from this segment.

Non Title Match

Alex Shelley© Vs. Chucklez The Clown

Shelley took his time getting into the ring, as every attempt was pounced on by Chucklez. The ref couldn’t do anything about it, as he didn’t dare tell the clown what to do. Eventually, Alex was allowed the few seconds he needed to get in. The match was less about wrestling, and more about Shelley hitting and running. This carried on for several minutes, as he worked on Chucklez’ legs while dodging the erratic blows being thrown. Ringmaster’s orders fired up the psychopathic clown, as one of his wild swings connected and flattened Shelley like a steamroller. From there it looked bleak for the champion, as Chucklez showed the same intensity he did against The Flying Jobber. Alex did well to try and fight back, but being severely outmatched he soon found himself on the defensive. A Three Ring Circus attempt was somehow blocked, allowing Shelley to drive Chucklez throat first across the top rope! Before he could get back into the ring, Jimmy Rave came out of nowhere and blindsided him! The ref called for the bell, as Rave continued to hammer away before throwing him back into the ring.

As he followed, Chucklez got in his face looking to attack. However Ringmaster’s voice stopped him in his tracks. Pointing to Shelley, the clown’s attention shifted and he returned to beating down the helpless champion. Rave happily joined in, as both men took turns getting their shots in. After a moment or two, the crowd began cheering as Brian Lee was seen running down to the ring at full speed! Sliding in to the ring, he drilled Rave with a huge clothesline sending him rolling out of the ring. Chucklez was ready, but met several stiff right hands before eating a big boot that sent him over the top rope! Ringmaster bailed, calling for his client to join him on the aisle. The show came to a close with Lee helping Shelley up, as Jimmy Rave fumed at ringside.

Alex Shelley draw. Chucklez The Clown

Overall Rating: 55%

Crowd Reaction: 51%

Match Quality: 74%

Show Overall Rating: 53

Best Segment Of The Night: Alex Shelley Interview.

Worst Segment Of The Night: Hartley Vs. Cross

Stigmata got a 0.34 rating.

The taping was attended by 121 people.

We made $1815 from ticket sales.

[Xero Gravity]

Stigmata, 22nd August 2007

’Smooth’ Tommy Suede Vs. The Flying Jobber

The debut of Tommy Suede is up first, and no surprises that he’s paired up with The Flying Jobber. Anyone who expected Suede to lose this match needs to have their head checked out immediately. He was accompanied to the ring by two scantily clad ladies, much to the delight of the adult males in the audience. The match itself went about as well as could be expected. Suede showed the fans what he was about, hitting all his signature moves. Jobber took it all, and sold like a champ for five minutes straight. A brainbuster set Tommy up for the Shooting Star Press, which he nailed perfectly to get his (not surprising) debut win.

Tommy Suede def. The Flying Jobber

Overall Rating: 46%

Crowd Reaction: 27%

Match Quality: 65%

Backstage, Jimmy Rave is angrily pacing back and forth.

His concentration is broke, as the door to his locker room opens. Apprehensive at first, Rave loosens up a bit as Ringmaster strides up to him with a dirty grin on his face.

Ringmaster: Howdy there, Jimmy.

Chucklez is not too far behind his manager, towering over the two by a good several inches.

Ringmaster: Seems to me, like ya’ll got a problem with Alex Shelley and Brian Lee.

The mere mention of Lee’s name causes Chucklez to growl deeply. Rave steps back a bit, trying to get a little distance.

Rave: No, I don’t have a problem with them Ringo…we have a problem with them. In fact, I don’t even care about Brian Lee. Alex Shelley, and the heavyweight title are the only things I care about. Lee is that big bastard’s problem.

Chucklez steps forward, not taking being called a bastard too well. Ringmaster’s can shoots up, stopping the big man in his path.

Ringmaster: Hehehe…word to the wise son, ya’ll may wanna watch that tongue of yours, or this “big bastard” may just rip it out. Ya see, ah came in here to offer you somthin’.

Jimmy contemplates for a second or two, before replying.

Rave: I’m listening…

Ringmaster: Retaliation is only a few days away, and it’s clear both of our problems have bled into each other. So how about you and Chucklez team up, an’ take on Shelley and Lee in a tag team match.

Rave: Wait, you want me to tag with…him? Don’t you know who I am?

Ringmaster: Yeah, you’re Jimmy Rave.

Rave: I’m not just Jimmy Rave, I’m royalty. You see this robe? It doesn’t come cheap. You suit on the other hand, does. I dine on only the finest food, and drink only the most expensive wine. You probably stuff your face with fried chicken, and drink bottle after bottle of disgusting beer.

Ringmaster: Didn’t ya’ll come from Georgia?

Rave: How dare you insinuate such a thing! Can you not tell by my speech, that I have never been anywhere near the south? But that is besides the point. You want me to team with this psychotic freak? Normally, I wouldn’t lower myself to such a level. However, Alex Shelley is scum and I would do anything to see him run out of SJW for good.

Ringmaster: So, I take it we have a deal?

Rave: Indeed we do.

Ringmaster: You’ve made a mighty fine choice there son.

He shakes Rave’s hand heartily before ushering Chucklez out of the room. As soon as they’re gone, Jimmy sniffs his hand and nearly gags. The scene shifts as he frantically tries to wipe the smell away.

OR: 66%

Jimmy Rave gained overness from this segment. The Ringmaster gained overness from this segment.

Cheerleader Melissa Vs. Mitsuko Toyoshima

Since the return, it’s been hard for the ladies to try and get the crowd interested. Despite putting on wrestling matches on par with the men, the fans are just not taking to it as well as they could be. This match is no different, as Melissa and Mitsuko go out and put on another great match to very little reaction. Back and forth chain wrestling gets a little applause, and so does a brief spot of brawling. The biggest reaction, comes from a missed Memoirs Of A Geisha as even with the lack of enthusiasm, the crowd still pops for a high flying move. Melissa looks all but ready to finish off Toyoshima, until MsChif sneaks up and blinds her with Green Mist! Mitsuko rolls her up and pulls the tights for the shady three count.

Mitsuko Toyoshima def. Cheerleader Melissa

Overall Rating: 47%

Crowd Reaction: 26%

Match Quality: 68%

MsChif isn’t finished, as she slides into the ring and stomps away on Melissa.

Toyoshima gets to her feet in victory, and watches MsChif assaulting Melissa for a moment. The two finally lock eyes and to no one’s surprise, Mitsuko joins in the attack! The two women brutally beat a defenceless Melissa, as Jack Douglas screams for someone to help her. Not a soul seems prepared to help, as the duo brings Melissa to her feet. Hooking her in a double suplex, the look all but set to spike her with a double brainbuster…

Douglas: Who the hell is that?!

A blonde haired woman slides into the ring behind them, and pushes Melissa back down onto her feet. MsChif and Toyoshima turn around, and get planted with a double clothesline!

Douglas: Is that…Beth Phoenix?!

Indeed it is, and she continues to take it to the two women alone as Melissa tries to shrug off the beat down. MsChif gets to her feet, only to be rocked with a nasty right hand to the jaw. Her pain is not for nothing, as it gives Toyoshima enough time to blindside Phoenix with a double axe handle! She starts stomping away on Beth’s spine, until Melissa gets back into things and blasts her with a series of forearms to the face! Beth staggers back to her feet, and has the presence of mind to duck an oncoming clothesline by MsChif. In synch with each other, Phoenix and Melissa set their attackers up together and hit a Down In Flames and a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep at the same time! As they get back to their feet, Melissa is waiting with a handshake which Phoenix accepts with a smile. The two leave the ring together, with the crowd slowly starting to warm up to the women of SJW.

OR: 55%

Cheerleader Melissa gained overness from this segment. MsChif gained overness from this segment. Mitsuko Toyoshima gained overness from this segment. Beth Phoenix gained overness from this segment.

”Symphony Of The Dead” By Therion brings out the SJW Commissioner Max Kraven, carrying a microphone in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

His first appearance in front of the live crowd, and he’s all business. As soon as he gets into the ring, he calls for the music to be cut.

Kraven: I was sitting backstage, and all of a sudden it dawned on me. “Holy shit, Retaliation is a few days away and we haven’t announced the full card yet” I said to myself. Naturally I wasn’t to blame, must have been a clerical error or something. But it’s a good thing Max Kraven is here to save the day. In my hand, I have the Retaliation card…

Pulling off the sheet of paper with the matches on, he holds it up for the fans…before tearing it to shreds!

Kraven: But to be honest, it was a bland piece of crap. You see, apparently I haven’t been in the job long enough to make decisions on my own yet. Three weeks just isn’t enough for the training wheels to come off. So I was expected to come out here and read off a card set up by the board of directors….change of plan I’m afraid. I’ve been watching the last few weeks, and decided that Retaliation needs a hook to reel people in. So in my infinite wisdom, I came up with “tag team turmoil”. One night devoted to the art of tag team wrestling. I was approached last week by Rainman and Onyx, demanding an opponent exchange. I could have told them to stick it, but I know the potential in those two matches. So at Retaliation, Onyx and Rainman will take on Team X-JAPAN while The Lost Boyz square off with High Society.

Also last week, we saw the debuts of Damien Cross and Christian Hartley. The two had quite the exchange of words, and I really felt the potential between them. So they will get their live show debut this Sunday. As for their opponents? Well, I’ve decided to leave it up to them to decide that. No restrictions, other than anyone who’s already booked being off limits. Another match signed for Retaliation, is one that only came about a few moments ago. Having watched Beth Phoenix make her unannounced debut, I feel it’s only fair that her in ring debut happens as soon as possible. That is why she’ll be teaming up with Cheerleader Melissa, to take on the tandem of MsChif and Mitsuko Toyoshima. Then finally, we come to the main event. Signed, sealed, and delivered earlier this evening. Two singles feud mix into one match, as SJW champion Alex Shelley teams with ‘Primetime’ Brian Lee to take on the unorthodox pair of Jimmy Rave and Chucklez The Clown. As much as I would like to put the title on the line in that match, I think it’s much wiser to hold off until next month.

So there you have it, Retaliation in a nutshell. Because I’m such a great guy, and an even better commissioner, our main event tonight is a sneak peak at one of those matches. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not because I like any of you…it’s simply business.

OR: 63%

Max Kraven gained overness from this segment.

Kansuke Konda Vs. ‘The Genetic Powerhouse’ Onyx

Indeed, the main even was a preview of what was to be expected at Retaliation. Despite being two small, yet powerful guys, Onyx and Konda couldn’t have been more different when it comes to ring style. While Onyx can brawl when needed, his deceptive speed made him a dangerous opponent. Konda however, was a straight up stocky brawler with a technical edge. Each exchange between the two was reminiscent of a pair of bulls locking horns. One would get the advantage, only to have the other fight back and steal it away. Konda’s stiff strikes and arsenal of suplexes worked to keep Onyx grounded, who was forced to resort to his power game just to stay in the match. To his credit, he didn’t back down from the fight. A huge running powerslam gave him enough time to set up the Blaq Out. However it never materialised, as High Society skulked towards the ring. As they looked to distract Onyx, Rainman came running out and attacked them both! This caused a chain reaction, as Takuro Matsumoto showed up followed closely by The Lost Boyz. The ringside brawl spilled into the ring, causing the referee to throw the match out.

The show ended with all eight men brawling in and around the ring as the small group of ring crew and referees poured out to try and restore order.

Kansuke Konda draw. Onyx

Overall Rating: 55%

Crowd Reaction: 37%

Match Quality: 74%

Show Overall Rating: 53

Best Segment Of The Night: Rave Aligns With Chucklez

Worst Segment Of The Night: Suede Vs. TFJ

Stigmata got a 0.36 rating.

The taping was attended by 146 people.

We made $2190 from ticket sales.