The Independent Wrestling Circuit Presents:
EMERGENCE
January 15, 2006
[The last couple of people are shuffling into their seats when "Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine starts to play. The fans turn to the area off to the back where a black curtain hangs over a doorway. It parts, and out comes Tito Hernandez to a collections of claps from the assembled crowd. He makes his way down to the ring, rolling inside and grabbing the corded microphone laying in the middle of the ring.]
Tito Hernandez: Welcome, everybody, to I-W-C!!!!!
[The crowd responds with some applause, especially from the younger fans.]
Tito Hernandez: I can't be happier to bring you people some amazing action, the hottest young wrestling superstars, all to the greatest city on the face of the planet, the greatest city in the history of the human race, CHICAGO!!!
[The fans pop.]
Tito Hernandez: But let's get started, shall we? You didn't pay to see me, you paid to see the guys in the back. One man, in particular, I think. You know who I'm talking about people. He grew up here. You know him, you love him, hell, some of you are wearing his shirts from the merchandise table in the corner. Ladies and Gentlemen....Alex LAFLAND!!!
["Self Esteem" by The Offspring plays as Alex Lafland comes through the curtain, getting a fair bit of applause from the crowd. He walks around the ring, slapping hands with the people at ringside. He hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring, shaking hands with Tito.]
Tito Hernandez: Welcome back Alex.
[Lafland takes the mic.]
Alex Lafland: Thanks Tito, and it does feel great to be back. I've wrestled all over the place. I've wrestled to the East, in Ohio. I've wrestled south of here, in Alabama. I've wrestled West of here in Iowa. I've even wrestled in Canada. But let me tell you people, that there is no better place to wrestle than right here, in Chicago!!
[The crowd gives a pop.]
Alex Lafland: I can't be happier to be here, with the newly formed IWC, and wrestling in the main event. I know my opponent, Insaniac, will be coming out here later tonight and running his mouth about how he's better than me, and how he's gonna beat me. But he's going to learn that I am not like most of the people's he's wrestled. I've been beaten up, I've had my fair share of bumps and bruises, but I've never backed down from a fight, and like hell I'm backing down in my own back yard.
Tito Hernandez: Well, why not we bring him out now. Ladies and gentlemen, accompanied by his manager Mitch Mayor.....Insaniac!!
[Mitch Mayor pops out from the back with Insaniac to his left, glaring into the small crowd with intensity, but rather calm with Mayor at his side. The fans, obviously sensing the threat to their hometown boy, boo Mayor and Insaniac maliciously. Mayor just feeds off the hatred, smriking at the audience with callous intent. He brushes his slicked black hair out of his eyes with his hand to make solid eye contact with the people in the auditorium, personalizing the hatred all the further. Finally he reaches the ring and enters, Insaniac sliding in after him. Mayor grabs the microphone out of Hernandez's hand, leaving Tito in a bit of dismay at Mayor's rude demanor. Mayor wastes no time to share his mind with the Chicago crowd.]
Mayor: Thank you very much Mr. Santana. I just want to be the first to welcome all you Chicago fans to the world of wrestling. I know that besides the random RoH apperance, Chicago doesn't really get a chance to see...how would you say...legitimate wrestling competition on a regular basis. And that's why several months ago I contacted this fine gentlemen here to allow me the opportunity to work with the Indepent Wrestling Circuit in Chicago. Because let's face it, you guys aren't really considered the cream of the crop for professional wrestling.
[A small collection of boos come out to the minor jab.]
Mayor: I mean, why is this thing even in Chicago to begin with. It took a lot of arguements between me and Tito here to actually settle on this place as the home of IWC. Coming from a place where real wrestling happens on a consistent basis, the great state of California, I was pretty much dumbfounded by the idea to set up shop in a place as absent as Chicago. I mean, you get three wrestlers that make it big in the indy scene and all of a sudden you think you're the wrestling capital of the world.
[Now the small racket of jeers turns into a chorus. Knowing he's done some damage, Mayor lets out a smile. Lafland looks uneasy in his side of the ring after that comment.]
Mayor: The bottom line is, IWC needed some actual wrestlers. And in order to do that, Mr. Santana here had to shop some outside sources. Obviously, I was one of the first to get contacted, and knowing that I'd have to find an actual wrestler to work with, I serached in none other than the greatest city in the great lakes region...Cleveland, Ohio!
[The heat begins to grow, almost tangible in the small confines of the Washington Park YMCA.]
Mayor: I found this man, Insaniac, as a failed professional. This man wanted to make his mark on the wrestling world and unleash his rage upon all who stepped in his way. He toured the minor independent scene early in his life, even stopping in the most useless of voids like Chicago to unleash his rage. Many of his teachers said that with the proper handling, he could be one of the most fearsome competitors in the American wrestling market. But those same teachers couldn't control him. He was too powerful, too vicious, and too apathetic for anyone to maintain the beast within. He was sent to the mental ward at Cleveland State Hospital, and luckily I stumbled upon him just in time. This man is going to tear the IWC apart limb from limb. And your precious hometown hero, this washup standing to my right, will be the first to be dismembered.
[On cue, the fans support their own by booing Mayor's insults of Lafland.]
Mayor: You see, Alex Lafland is worse than a has-been. He is a never-was. And as much as this lovable little underdog would want to win, we can all see that he's got nothing. This man makes Brian Kendrick look like Paul Wight. He's got the in ring pressence of Doink the freaking Clown. Sorry if I can't take you seriously Alex, but it's tough to be afraid of something half your size. I mean, you may have all the heart in the world, but in the end it will do you as much good as it's done your Chicago Cubs.
[Many fans now get up on their feet to verbally admonish Mayor's comments. A large portion of the crowd has Cubs gear of some sort on, so it's no wonder that Mayor's words cut deep. A few fans throw some things into the ring.]
Mayor: Just like I expected. You're just a bunch of untrained zoo animals. You don't know when to turn the emotion on or off. The only reason that the man to my left doesn't come out there and rip your fucking heads from your torso is because I tell him not to. You act brave behind these ropes, jeering me like it changes anything. But none of you have the balls to get in this ring and challenge Insaniac. Hell, at least I can give Lafland credit there. But after tonight, he'll be the example of why you no talent Chicago losers aren't in the business after all! You call this place the Second city, and it's suiting for a place that salutes losing as much as Chicago. The Bears, the Cubs, the Blackhawks, the Bulls...you celebrate these bastions of mediocrity based on the one time they actually did something. Hell, you Chicago White Sox have almost thrown as many world series as they've won. Only in a place like Chicago would we find Alex Lafland to be the only man left to stand up and fight. What have your precious three done other than retreat from the doldrums of Chicago to make their living in places that actually matter. Hell, Phil Brooks is in Indi-freaking-ana instead of this shithole.
[With every passing insult, the heat rises and the tension thickens. Mayor knows he's getting a rise of the fans and from his demeanor he is loving every minute of it. Truly sadistic, Mayor proceeds with his diatribe.]
Mayor: Everyone here knows what a waste Chicago truly is. The only reason there's so many people here is because if you went further northwest, you'd run out of road. This lack of purpose disgusts me, and that's the sole reason I came out here. I figure, if I can do my part to help fix the outskirt of civilization I might as well. You see, every significant society, no matter what for, was built over a place like Chicago. When the Europeans came to America, they cleaned up a land that was clearly not able to stand by the side of modernity. And just as those who invinsioned creating the world we live in today, I to invision a salvation even for Chicago. Coming from a land of greatness like California, I have the knowledge and leadership to turn Chicago into what California and the tri-state area have become. And for that, each and every single one of you people should be thanking me from the bottom of your inbred little hearts. And I sincerely mean it when I say, you're welcome!
[If the tension could thicken, it would have. Every fan in the auditorium grows malicious. Mayor reaches out the microphone to hand it back to Alex Lafland. When Lafland goes to grab the mic back, Mayor drops it on the ground, the loud thud of it hitting the canvas echoing through the building. Mayor laughs a little, then heads to the back with Insaniac. Lafland bends down and picks up the microphone.]
Lafland: Well, I'm glad you like The West Coast, because that's where you'll be, after I kick you out of my ring, and out of my great city!!
[The fans cheer as Mayor pulls Insaniac with him through the curtain. "Self Esteem" starts to play. Lafland rolls out of the ring and starts to clap hands with some fans. He circles the ring once before heading to the back. ]
Benny Young Jr. vs. James Rightenger
Both men make their way to the ring with very little fanfare, as these two men are unknowns to the crowd. No music, no glitz. The crowd is damn near silent. The bell rings, and we're off.
Tito Hernandez: First, from Chicago Heights, he weighs in at 257 pounds, Benny Young, Jr.!
The crowd cheers a small show of support for the man from Chicago Heights, the "across the tracks" portion of Chicago.
Tito Hernandez: And his opponent, from Greenville, South Carolina, he is James Rightenger!
*DING*DING*DING*
Tito Hernandez: There goes Rightenger with classic moves.
[Benny fights back with a series of chops to Rightenger's chest. Benny now with a camel clutch but Legen is too close to the ropes and grabs on. Benny with a guillotine leg drop but Rightenger is to wiley and rolls outta the way. Rightenger now with a flurry of punches to Benny's face as the crowd count along.]
Tito Hernandez: The crowd is behind both of these unknowns, and each have support.
[Benny quickly counters with a modified diamond cutter out of nowhere, he covers but only gets a 1 count. Benny off the ropes with a lionsault but Rightenger lifts up his knees and Benny is in pain now holding his ribs. Rightenger up in the air now with a flying headbutt and connects. He covers.]
1...
2...
KICKOUT!!!
Tito Hernandez: Rightenger came a minisecond from winning this quickly.
[Rightenger goes for a top rope elbow drop but Benny now his turn rolls out of the way. Rightenger hits nothing but pure mat. Benny slowly gets up and so does James. James runs at Benny but Benny falls flat on his back and trips up James and then hooks in a small package but grabs the tights the ref doesnt see it and the ref counts]
1...
2...
KICKOUT!!!!
Tito Hernandez: Wow, Benny Young almost got a win here by cheating, and these people saw it and are booing.
[Young picks up Rightenger and goes for a bodyslam, but he rolls him up into an inside cradle and grabs the bottom rope and the ref counts it.]
1...
2...
3!!!!
*DING*DING*DING*
Tito Hernandez: Here is your winner, JAMES RIGHTENGER!
[The referee holds Rightenger's hand up, and in this short but sweet match, Rightenger leaves with the fans on his side for other possible appearances.]
Tito Hernandez: Well, these two opened the show with a match that lasted maybe 4 minutes, but I think it was about gaining the crowd's support and I think Righten...
["Points of Authority" by Linkin Park hits the PA system, and the crowd sits in silence as the opening of the song play, and from behind the curtain, and a disgruntled looking guy steps out from behind the curtain with a microphone.]
Tito Hernandez: Who the hell is this guy?
Man: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Clinton McMahon, and I am here to introduce you to the son of the legendary Matt Cage. He is the 'Complete Shot'... CHRISTIAN JAMES CAGE!
Tito Hernandez: Holy damn! CJ Cage?! Matt Cage's son! What the hell is he doing here?!
[CJ Cage steps from behind the curtain and in a tremendous show of respect, the crowd remains semi-silent, breaking out a small amount of cheers for the son of a man who has entertained the masses for years. He looks at the crowd with a smug look, and he and his obvious associate, Clinton McMahon and makes his way to the ring. CJ steps through the ropes, and Clinton McMahon hands CJ the mic.]
CJ Cage: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight marks the debut of a man named Christian James Cage here in the IWC. And I am here for one reason and that is to carry on the legacy of my father and the name, "Cage".
[The fans cheer for him as Clinton McMahon stands on and nods his head in approval.]
CJ Cage: The very same name that you people shit upon and hate on. None of you respect the Cage Family. You're all a bunch of sheep, told who to cheer for and who to like. In reality, you're all a bunch of spineless, "follow-the-leader" assholes with no minds to use yourselves. Take for instance, Sean Cole, the leader of the New Era Wrestling franchise. About a month ago, my father and Cole had a match for complete ownership of TPW, and my dad won. The next night, I revealed that I was the man with the stock, and I handed it all over to Cole. I didn't want to do this. I was forced to do it because of one thing. Disrespect to the name "Cage". Cole doesn't give a FUCK about me, my father, our legacies, and SHAT all over me when he fired me later on that night. Well fuck him, and fuck all of you people.]
Tito Hernandez: Woah! I didn't expect that from him.
[The crowd shoots a "CJ SUCKS" chant in CJ Cage's direction, but Clinton McMahon starts swinging his briefcase in the air, upset at the lack of respect being dished out towards his associate.]
Tito Hernandez: I think in a matter of 60 seconds, he went from supported to hated from this hot Chicago crowd.
CJ Cage: None of you give me, my father, or anyone else with the last name "Cage" the least amount of support. Sean Cole is a man who I fucking loathe, just like each of you. You're all to blame. My name alone means that I SHOULD be getting as much respect as I want. But judging from the response that I got when I came out here, none of you respect a GODDAMN thing about me or my family, and that makes me sick to my goddamn fucking bone marrow.
Tito Hernandez: Strong words from Cage, but what the hell makes him think he deserves respect just because his last name is "Cage"?
[The fans immediately take to booing him again. CJ just shakes his head, and hands the mic to Clinton McMahon.]
Clinton McMahon: You know, this man has done so much for his family. For years, he's taken the verbal and emotional abuse from you people. All of you, and your children, grandchildren, boyfriends, girlfriends, nephews, godchildren and stepchildren, twice removed from marriage. You all have verbally abused my client to the point that he went in seclusion for all of his teenage years. You ridiculed him, and disecrated on. None of you have any respect for this man, or his family. And like CJ, it makes me sick. And in an obvious show of disrespect, he's not even featured on the card tonight. The name "CAGE" has drawing power, despite the man behind the name. This man appeared on a national scale in TPW, and he's not even featured on the card?! What does he need to do to get on the card? Trent Storm had a brief stint in TPW, even going as far as becoming the #1 contender to the Undisputed Title back in August, and the then champion Matt Cage had nothing but NEGATIVE things to say about Trent.
Tito Hernandez: Trent Storm is a marvelous athlete, folks. He'll be in action here tonight and you won't be disappointed. What these two are talking is rubbish.
[The fans start booing, and a portion of the crowd breaks out in a "THUN-DER-SHOCK" chant, wanting Trent Storm to hit the ring and shut these two up, but nothing. Clinton hands the mic to CJ Cage.]
CJ Cage: Exactly my point. How much ass did that bastard Trent Storm have to kiss to get on this card. He's just as high on the ladder as I am. Hell, I am a step higher than he is, and HE IS ON THE DAMN CARD? BULLSHIT! That's why I got Clinton over here. He's my agent, and will be looking out for my best interests. Tell 'em, Clinton.
[The mic once again is passed to his agent, McMahon.]
Tito Hernandez: Not this bafoon again!
Clinton McMahon: My client, associate and friend is as talented as they come, and I refuse to let him be overlooked. Tonight, we WILL make an impact. Tonight, we WILL prove that we deserve a place on this card. And I promise, we will get it. It may not be next week, it may not be the week after. But rest assured, we WILL be on top. My client will not settle for anything less. He is The Complete Shot, because he will completely obliterate anyone in his path. Trent Storm, Alex Lafland, whoever. Nobody is safe. Like us or not, you WILL respect us. That, I can not only guarantee, but I promise it.
["Points of Authority" hits, and the duo leaves the ring to a massive chorus of boos. As they walk up the aisle, a fan throws a cup of beer at CJ and it hits him in the face. CJ snaps and goes to attack the fan, but McMahon tries to calm him down, assuring him that their time will arrive.]
Trent Storm vs Ron Johnson
[“Happy?” by Mudvayne starts to play over the sound system as Trent Storm makes his way to the ring, getting a warm welcoming reception from the Chicago crowd. He hops up onto the apron, stepping through into the center of the ring and slapping his chest in recognition of the cheers for him.]
Tito Hernandez: Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Cobb Country Georgia....Trent Storm!!
[Trent’s music fades out, and is replaces by “Here to Stay” by Korn. Out comes Ron Johnson, who cheers loudly himself to get the crowd pumped up. He slaps hands with some fans on his way to the ring before sliding in.]
Tito Hernandez: Introducing Second, from St. Louis, Missouri, Ron Johnson!!!
**DING** **DING**
[The two men come to the middle of the ring and shake hands in a show of sportsmanship. They begin to circle, and lock in a collar and elbow tie-up. They jockey back and forth before Storm comes out, holding a hammerlock. Ron Johnson reaches around and counters, locking in a hammerlock of his own, from which he goes right to a side headlock. Storm hits a couple forearm shots to the side to cause some separation, but Johnson just swings Storm around and down to the mat.]
[Storm brings his legs up, trying to lock in a headscissors, but Johnson quickly from the hold, getting up to his feet. Storm gets up to his too.]
Tito Hernandez: Some strong chain wrestling here.
[They lock up again in a collar and elbow tie-up. This time Johnson ducks around and grabs Storm around the waist. Trent lowers his weight quickly, and reaches between his feet to pull out the leg of Johnson. Ron brings his other foot up and pushes Trent off into the ropes. Storm bounces off and comes back, getting rolled up quickly.]
1...
2...
Storm kicks out.]
Tito Hernandez: Gonna take a lot more than that to put either of these men away.
[They both get up quickly. Johnson wraps Storm up and drives him hard into the corner. The ref calls for a break. 1 2 3 4. Johnson breaks, but not before a quick rake of the eyes which draws some boos. Johnson then jumps onto Storm’s gut and falls back, launching Storm into the air in a monkey flip.]
[Storm starts to get up, but takes a hard dropkick to the side of the head, sending him rolling under the ropes onto the apron. Johnson walks over as Trent gets up to his feet. Ron grabs for a suplex, but Trent counters by dropping down, drapping Johnson throat first across the top rope. Johnson falls onto his back, letting Storm grab onto his legs and pull him quickly outside, letting Johnson’s spine collide hard with the solid floor.]
Tito Hernandez: He’ll be feeling that in the morning.
[Johnson rolls around on the outside, spine arched in pain. Storm bends over and pulls him up, but Johnson counters with a thumb to the eye. Storm stumbles away, holding his face in pain. Johnson used the opportunity to grab Storm by the back of the head and run him face first into the ring post.]
[Johnson raises his arms, hoping for a cheer. He gets one or two, but mostly he just gets boos, which pisses him off.]
Tito Hernandez: Ron getting no love from the crowd.
[Johnson rolls Storm into the ring, pulls him up, and hits a snapmare. Johnson then runs, bounces off the ropes on the far side, and comes back with a basement dropkick to the face.]
[Johnson goes for the pin.]
1...
2...
[Storm kicks out.]
[Johnson pulls Storm up, but quickly drops him with a swinging neckbreaker, going right into a pin.]
1...
2...
[Storm kicks out again.]
Tito Hernandez: Johnson going to need something more than that to take down Storm.
[Johnson bends down and pulls Storm up, but Trent starts to counter with elbows to the gut. He runs to the nearest ropes, but Ron just grabs onto Storm’s hair and takes him down to the mat.]
[Johnson gets up, then bounces off the ropes, coming back with a jumping knee drop to the temple. Storm quickly gets up to his feet, holding his head in pain. Ron drives him back into the corner, where he hits a hard knife edge chop.]
*SMACK*
Fans: Whoo!!
[He hits a hard forearm shot to the face, followed by another chop.]
*SMACK*
Fans: Whoo!!
[Storm, in a quick burst, grabs onto Johnson and switches their spots before lighting up Johnson’s chest.]
**SMACK**
Fans: Whoo!!!!!!!
[Johnson stumbles out of the corner, holding his chest. Storm runs up behind him, grabs his chest, and hits a bulldog. Johnson rolls under the ropes and to the outside.]
Tito Hernandez: I think it’s quite obvious who won that battle of the chops.
[Johnson stands up quickly, turning back to the ring. His eyes go wide as Storm does a Plancha over the top, coming down hard onto Johnson. Trent gets up quickly and celebrates with some of the fans. He rolls Johnson into the ring, climbs up onto the apron, and hits a rolling senton over the top rope, right onto the gut of Ron.]
[Trent goes for the cover.]
1...
2...
[Johnson kicks out.]
[Storm rolls Johnson into the middle of the ring, onto his stomach. Ron tries to squirm away, but he can’t stop Trent as his arms and legs are locked up, and he is lifted up in a Mexican stretch.]
[Johnson is held completely off the mat, and even though he grunts in agony, he doesn’t give up, leaving Storm to just dump him back down onto the mat.]
Tito Hernandez: Trent doing a good job keeping the pressure up on Johnson here.
[Storm pulls Johnson up, and leads him over to a corner. Trent plants his opponent with a scoopslam then walks right to the turnbuckles. He jumps up, and goes for a split-legged moonsault. He comes down, though, right onto the knees of Johnson. Storms stays on his feet, but he’s doubled over in pain. When he does straighten up, he takes a dropkick right to the chest, knocking him onto his back. Johnson keeps up with the pressure, rolling Storm’s legs over his face so that Trent is hunched over. Ron then grabs a front headlock, lifts up, and hits a front suplex, right in the middle of the ring.]
[Storm rolls around the ring in pain until Johnson stops him with a pair of hard boot-shots to the face. Johnson bounces off the ropes, hits a running double stomp to the chest. But he keeps going, bouncing off the ropes on the other side and hitting a senton onto the gut of Storm.]
[Johnson goes right for the pin, making it tight.]
1...
2...
[Storm kicks out.]
Tito Hernandez: Trent Storm not giving up, despite the abuse to the chest he’s taken.
[Johnson looks frustrated as he boots away at the chest of Storm. He backs off into the corner and waits for Storm to rise, which he slowly does. Johnson then charges. He goes for a spear, but Storm dodges out of the way. When Ron turns back around, he takes a superkick right to the jaw. He doesn’t go down, but he stumbles around like a drunken sailor during St. Patrick’s day. This allows Storm to duck around behind Johnson and hit a huge german suplex.]
Tito Hernandez: Trent firing right back into this match. And I almost said storming.
[Both men are laying on the mat, trying to catch their breath. They begin to stir, slowly climbing to their feet. They trade some shots till Storm misses one, spinning around on the spot. Johnson quickly rolls him up, hooking the tights.]
1...
2...
[Storm kicks out.]
[They stand up, Storm lands a hard chop.]
**SMACK**
[Johnson goes down to one knee, his chest hurting so much. Storm gets behind him and locks in a double underhook. He tries to twist Johnson around, but Ron stops it. Trent then charges Johnson hard into a corner before back up, twisting, and hitting an Unprettier!]
Tito Hernandez: He calls that The Perfect Storm.
[Trent goes for the cover.]
1...
2...
3!!!
**DING** **DING**
Tito Hernandez: The winner of this match.......Trent Storm!!! Man, what a match... WAIT A SECOND!!
[CJ Cage comes running down and slides in the ring with Clinton McMahon hobbling behind him with a chair. CJ Cage spears Storm down to the mat and immediately strikes him with repeated closed fists. McMahon slides in the ring with the chair and circles them with it. Johnson stands up, and McMahon cleans his clock with a chairshot. ]
Tito Hernandez: What a lowlife scumbag! Both of them!
[Cage picks up Storm, who is now bleeding from the mouth and pushes him into the corner and hits him with hard jabs to the gut and about the mid section. McMahon hands him the chair, and Cage swings full force to Cage's upper body and he falls to the mat in pain clenching his chest.]
Tito Hernandez: HOLY GOD!!!! HE MAY HAVE JUST BROKEN TRENT STORM'S RIB CAGE!!
[McMahon snatches a mic from ringside and hands it to CJ Cage who is pacing back and forth across the ring like a caged animal.]
CJ Cage: Brian Urlacher couldn't even even muster up enough muscle to swing a bat as hard as I just swung that bat at you.
[The Cubs fans in the audience erupt in jeers for Cage's cheap shot.]
CJ Cage: This is only the beginning, Storm. Between you and I, it's just begun.
[McMahon pulls Storm to his feet, and tosses him to Cage who immediately pulls him in and successfully hits the Headshot.]
Tito Hernandez: HEADSHOT TO TRENT STORM, AND HE IS OUT COLD!!!
["Points of Authority" hits and the duo once again leave the ring, having laid out Trent Storm successfully.]
Insaniac (w/ Mitch Mayor) vs Alex Lafland
[The building is almost dead silent as suddenly, Insaniac, on a wheel cart and in a straight jacket, is brought out from the back. Some fans boo as they see him. A loud siren blares over the speakers and Insaniac's eyes open, then "Seamless" by American Head Charge hits and Mitch Mayor comes out from the back. Insaniac is released from his straight jacket and charges to the ring like and animal, ready for the match to begin. Mayor stands at ringside taunting the nearby fans.]
[“Self Esteem” by Offspring comes on, and the cheers come in hard and fast as Alex Lafland comes through the curtain, pumped up and ready to go. He runs around ringside, ignoring Mayor and Insaniac in the ring, slapping hands with the fans. Once he’s done a round, he comes to a stop, his attention now in the ring. Cautiously, he climbs inside. Mayor stays with his ‘client’, giving him some instructions.]
Tito Hernandez: Ladies and gentlemen, up next is our main event, of the evening!
Tito Hernandez: Introducing first, standing in the corner to my left, he weighed in here today at 221 pounds. Coming from Cleveland Ohio, and accompanied by his manager Mitch Mayor.....Insaniac!!
[The fans boo the duo, but Insaniac doesn’t seem to hear it.]
Tito Hernandez: Introducing second, standing in the corner to my right, he measured in this morning at 5 feet 7 inches. Coming from right here, in Chicago Illinois...give it up, for Alex LAFLAND!!
[The crowd cheers, and Alex turns to acknowledge it. Suddenly, Insaniac explodes across the ring, leveling Alex with a forearm shot to the back of the head. Tito and Mayor both bail from the ring as the bell is rung.]
**DING** **DING**
[Insaniac goes for a rear mount, but Lafland quickly scoots backwards, getting up to his feet. Insaniac stays right with him, catching him with a double leg takedown and drilling Lafland into the mat. Alex quickly rolls into the ropes.]
Tito Hernandez: Here we go folks, the first main event of the first event for IWC. And it’s starting out hot and heavy.
[Insaniac doesn’t let up, as he starts booting away at Lafland. The referee tries to pull him away, but Insaniac just pulls free. Lafland uses the opportunity to roll to the outside of the ring.]
[Insaniac wastes no time going after Lafland as he slides under the bottom rope and to the outside. Lafland doesn't realize this and gets clubbed in the back with a double axe handle smash, sending him to the ground. Lafland tries to get back to his feet, but Insaniac grabs him by the head and the trunks and hurls him shoulder first into the ring post.]
Tito Hernandez: Insaniac vicious with his attacks.
[Lafland obviously favors his shoulder as he rolls around on the outside in pain. Insaniac goes to pick him up but Lafland uses his ring knowledge to drop toe hold Insaniac face first into a fans chair. Lafland rolls back into the ring, trying to take a breather from his intense opponent. He buys himself enough time to get back to his feet, but Insaniac is right back in with him and charges quickly at Lafland, knocking him off his feet. Insaniac delivers a series of closed fists and Lafland reaches to the ropes to make the referee break up the assault.]
[The two circle each other in the ring, Insaniac trying to go after Lafland's legs to take him down, Lafland moving backwards every time Isaniac makes his move. Finally Insaniac commits to a dive but Lafland dodges, then takes advantage and locks an reverse armbar on Insaniac.]
[Lafland follows it up by rolling over the back of Insaniac, stretching the air to it's max. Getting up to his feet, Lafland quickly flips into a rolling legdrop, coming down across the face of Insaniac, and also drawing some applause from the crowd.]
Tito Hernandez: Lafland making good use of his agility here in the early going. He’s going to need it to counter the bigger Insaniac.
[Insaniac quickly gets back up to his feet, wanting to get back on the offensive. Lafland connects with a jumping enzuigiri to the side of Insaniac's head, but that only stuns him. Quickly, Insaniac gets whipped into the corner. Lafland runs, bounces off the ropes to the side, and connects with a springboard dropkick to the face of Insaniac, taking Insaniac off his feet and dropping him on his ass in the corner.]
[Back on his feet, Lafland runs and connects with a second dropkick to the face of Insaniac, and a third when the Mayor-managed wrestler starts to push himself off the mat.]
[Lafland backs up, letting Insaniac climb up in the corner. With his opponent in position, Lafland charges. Insaniac steps out of the corner, catching Lafland on his shoulder. He drops the Chicago native on the top turnbuckle, before flipping him over the top rope, all the way down to the floor.]
Tito Hernandez: What a spill to the outside!!
[Insaniac again is relentless, following Lafland to the outside. Mayor eggs him on as he nails some swift kicks to Lafland's gut. Lafland rolls over to his back and Insaniac begins stomping at Lafland's already weakened shoulder. Insaniac then drops a knee into the upper arm area and Lafland rolls around the outside in pain. Grabbing Lafland by the neck and tights, he motions to hurl Lafland into the ring, but pulls a 180 and throws him head and shoulders first into the audience, forcing Lafland to collide with several steel chairs and an unforgiving concrete floor.]
[Lafland favors his neck as he gets back up to his feet. Insaniac goes in right after him and grabs him by the hair, but Lafland meets him with a kick to the gut, then an uppercut to the jaw which sends Insaniac reeling. Only stunned, Insaniac comes charging back with a spear, meeting Lafland hard back first on the concrete. Insaniac then grabs Lafland once again and tosses him back into the ring. The fans around Insaniac jeer the beast, but he seems unphased, not even noticing the reaction to his malicious assault.]
[After sliding back into the ring, Insaniac catches Lafland getting back up to his feet and rocks him with a lightning fast snap suplex, then rolls over and locks in a side headlock on the mat. Lafland uses his agility to wrap his legs around Insaniac's head and flips him over into a head scissors lock. Insaniac uses his strength to his advantage to break Lafland's leg-grip, getting his arms wrapped around Alex's legs to lift him up, then bring him crashing down with a thunderous powerbomb, shaking the ring. Keeping him in position, Insaniac goes for the pin.]
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[But Lafland kicks out as he still has plenty of energy this early in the match. Insaniac picks Lafland up and whips him into the corner hard. Lafland just riccochets off the padding and falls face first into the mat.]
Tito Hernandez: Insaniac is just a war machine. This is turning out into not a wrestling match, but a case of survival for Lafland.
[Insaniac walks over to his fallen opponent and props him back up in the corner, then sets him up on the top turnbuckle sitting down. Setting him up for a superplex, Insaniac makes the ascent himself and locks in for the move. Lafland manages to counter the high impact suplex and instead hits a revese suplex having Insaniac land chest and face first on the mat. Insaniac gest to his feet quickly, trying to walk off the pain, but Lafland comes charging back down with a missle dropkick.]
[Alex pushes himself back up to his feet slowly, holding his shoulder in pain as he landed slightly on it. He grabs onto the rising Insaniac and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound Lafland jumps up onto his opponent's shoulders. He starts the hurricanruana, but Insaniac blocks it mid-move. Alex gets lifted right back up by Insaniac, but Lafland slides off of Insaniac's shoulders, grabbing onto his head before drilling him with a DDT into the mat.]
[Lafland goes for the pin.]
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Tito Hernandez: He could have it!
[Insaniac kicks out, only fazed by the high-impact move. Lafland gets up only to drop a knee into the forehead of Insaniac. Insaniac gets pulled up, but counters with a stiff boot to the gut of Lafland, causing him to stumble all the way to the ropes. Insaniac charges, but Lafland drops down just in time to let Insaniac fly through the ropes down to the ground again.]
[Yelled at by his manager Mitch Mayor, Insaniac forces his way back up to his feet, a little dazed. He orients back to the ring just as Lafland runs to the ropes to the side, springboards off the middle rope in a beautiful moonsault, catching Insaniac right on.]
Fans: Lafland! Lafland! Lafland!
Tito Hernandez: What an impressive feat done from this home-town boy.
[Alex acknowledges the fans with a nod of the head as he rolls Insaniac back into the ring. Lafland gets up onto the apron, then onto the top turnbuckle. The ref is checking on Insaniac, though, leaving the door open for Mitch Mayor to jump up onto the apron and shake the ropes, crotching Lafland. With distant eyes, Alex falls forward off the turnbuckle, onto the mat.]
Insaniac gets back to his feet before Lafland can get back up and Insaniac wastes no time of his advantage, going right after Lafland and locking in a front headlock, getting Lafland back up to his feet. Lafland goes for a northern lights suplex, but doesn't have enough power to flip Insaniac and the fighter comes tumbling back down, connecting with a vicious rolling DDT on Lafland.]
[Insaniac moves over to his prey and locks in a Dragon Sleeper, but Lafland is some serious danger. Insaniac keeps the pressure on as the referee checks to see if Lafland will submit. Close enough to the ropes, Lafland springboards off the ropes and hits a reverse DDT on Insaniac. Feeling a surge of energy, Lafland charges forward and hits a shining wizard on Insaniac, sending him rolling out under the bottom rope.]
Tito Hernandez: Insaniac might have saved himself there by rolling to the outside with the impact. If not, Lafland could have had this one done already.
[Lafland gets on the apron and waits patiently for Insaniac to get to his feet and then springboards off for an Asai Moonsault. He comes falling down but Insaniac manages to catch him and sends him tumbling down for a shoulderbreaker. The momentum of the moonsault makes the move all the more powerful and Lafland's face cringes in pain. Always on the offensive, Insaniac tosses Lafland back into the ring and comes chasing after.]
[Insaniac locks in a standing armbar on Lafland, getting some quick jabs in at Lafland's upper arm and shouler. Lafland reaches out for the ropes, but Insaniac just pulls him away. Lafland then goes through his next progression of escapes and goes to grab Insaniac's hair, but just feels around as Insaniac has a shaved head. Feeling the free hand, Insaniac tightens up the hold, trying to get Lafland to tap.]
[Running out of options, Lafland leaves his feet and then as he comes falling back down, uses his momentum to slide and break the hold by whipping an armdrag on Insaniac. Insaniac gets to his feet quickly and charges Lafland. Alex nails Insaniac with a quick dropkick, but Insaniac gets back up. Lafland then nails another and has the momentum going for him. He whips Insaniac into the ropes and heads into the other direction, then hits a springboard reverse DDT. Lafland goes for the pin.]
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[But Insaniac gets the kickout and saves his chances. Lafland gets up to his feet and looks at the present situation.]
Lafland: Shock Drop!!
Tito Hernandez: This could be it!
[Yelling the name of his finisher, he does in fact start up for that, waiting for Insaniac to stand. When he does, Lafland boots him in the gut. He then starts to go for the Shock Drop, but Insaniac straightens, flipping Lafland backwards. When Alex lands on his feet, Insaniac levels him with a hard clothesline.]
[Insaniac pulls Lafland up to his feet, shaking his head out. He lifts Lafland up onto his shoulder, then carries him over to a corner. Alex is then dropped shoulder first onto the turnbuckle pad. Lafland stumbles out, holding his shoulder while Insaniac runs and bounces off the ropes. The Chi-Town native turns around just in time to take a stiff Yakuza Kick to the face.]
[Insaniac goes for the pin.]
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[Lafland gets a shoulder up, but Insaniac quickly locks in an hammerlock, straining the shoulder even more. Lafland escapes, rolling Insaniac over with a snapmare. As Insaniac gets back to his feet, Lafland bounces of the rope and comes back to hit a shoulder block, but forgets of his damaged shoulder and meets some serious pain as he bounces of Insaniac, who seems unphased by the lightweight's move. Insaniac squeezes his feet between Lafland's upper arm, then jumps up and comes crashing down, stressing the shoulder evene more.]
[Lafland clutches his shoulder in pain as he rolls around on the mat. Insaniac picks him up so he's on his hands and knees, then hits a straight kick across Lafland's face. Lafland rolls to the apron and lifts himself up, but Insaniac moves him and hits a jumping armbreaker across the ropes. Lafland goes tumbling to the outside as Insaniac gets the apron. Leaping off, Insaniac hits a jumping legdrop on Lafland's shoulder. Insaniac lifts Lafland up and whips his arm into the steel turnbuckle. Lafland collapses to the floor in pain and Insaniac doesn't quit. He picks Alex up by his hair and sends him back into the ring.]
Tito Hernandez: Give Up Alex!! Live to fight another day!
[The referee wars Insaniac about the use of the turnbuckle post, but Insaniac doesn't even take attention off Lafland. Alex, worn out and confused at Insaniac's resilliance and non-stop offensive drive, backs himself into a corner and lifts himself up with the second rope, kicking Insaniac in the gut. Mayor sees it thinking it is a low blow and immediately begins to complain to the official.]
[Lafland gets to his feet but Insaniac clotheslines him over the top rope and chases after him to the outside. He stomps away at the shoulder every time Lafland tries to get to his feet. Then with the referee still distracted, Insaniac grabs an audience members chair and drills Lafland clean in his right shoulder.]
Tito Hernandez: Oh come on ref! Turn around!!
[Lafland yells out in pain, but Insaniac remains all business. He tosses Lafland back into the ring and goes for a pinfall, recapturing the referees attention before doing so.]
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[But Lafland manages to lift his left, uninjured shoulder. Frustrated, Insaniac locks in a Gangsta Stretch, trying to pull that shoulder out of socket. Lafland is close enough to reach the ropes though and the official breaks the hold. Insaniac then drags Lafland to the middle of the ring and locks in a standing armbar. Lafland tries to escape, remembering how he got out of the hold earlier. He does a leap to use his momentum to roll Insaniac, but this time Insaniac doesn't release, and Lafland just puts more tension on his shoulder. Writhing in pain, he looks for an out as he feels around for the ropes with his feet, finally able to grab onto the ropes, but not after the damage has been done. Lafland is slow to get to his feet as Insaniac just zeros in on Alex, waiting to strike. When the Chicago local gets to his feet, he can barely stand straight up due to the pain on his shoulder. Slouching, Lafland is grabbed by Insaniac, who whips him into the ropes. Lafland comes back and ducks under a clothesline, then leaps with a jumping forearm.]
[Insaniac quickly pushes back up to his feet, but takes a hard spinning leg lariat to the face, taking him right back down. Lafland moves, very protective of his shoulder, holding his right arm tight against his side.]
[Insaniac gets up again, unrelentlessly. He turns around, and takes a hard super-kick right to the jaw for his troubles. He seems out cold. Lafland, though, doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he goes past Insaniac, climbing his way up to the top without the use of him arm.]
[Balanced on top, looking at all the people around him, he jumps off, getting a ton of air before crashing down onto Insaniac with a big top rope leg drop.]
[Lafland goes for the cover.]
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[Insaniac somehow kicks out.]
Tito Hernandez: He couldn’t hook the leg, because of his shoulder.
Lafland gets up to his feet, panting and tired, he pulls Insaniac up to his feet and boots him in the gut.]
Lafland: Shock Drop!!
[With the fans cheering him on, Lafland bounces off the ropes. But when he does, Mayor grabs at his foot. He doesn’t go down, but Lafland turns around and stares at Mayor.]
[Quickly, with Lafland distracted, Insaniac moves in for the kill and locks in a rear naked choke with a chicken wing, a move he calls the Straightjacket. Lafland has nowhere to escape to this time as Insaniac's legs are wrapped tightly around his body, not allowing him to move. After about ten seconds of struggle, Lafland finally taps.]
**DING** **DING**
[The fans boo as Mayor climbs into the ring, a proud smile on his face. Insaniac lets go of Lafland and pushes him aside, leaving him to hold his shoulder in pain. Mayor grabs a microphone.]
Mayor: Look at your Chicago wrestling. Look at this disgrace in the ring...broken...battered...BEATEN! This is all you people are, first class losers. Cheer for your fallen hero. CHEER!
Fans: SHUT THE FUCK UP *CLAP*CLAP*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*
Mayor: Keep chanting. Continue to live in denial. But I'm taking this federation out of this putrid city for good. Your hero, your savior, the man who was going to represent Chicago through thick and thin in IWC is going to be no more. Insaniac and I are going to end Alex Lafland's career right here, right now.
[Insaniac slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, then slides back in and hands it to Mayor.]
Mayor: Do any of you people know how difficult it is to return to action with a serious shoulder injury. I'm talking ligament damage, muscle tears, rips, breaks. Alex Lafland will never see another ring as long as he lives, and that is my gift to you, the losers of society, the Second Class Citizens. Because he lost, just like your beloved Chicago Bears. But the difference between the Bears and Lafland is that they fought to the end. Lafland just gave up, like the loser he is.
[Mayor hasn't even noticed, but Lafland has managed to get back to his feet behind Mitch and Insaniac. Lafland grabs the chair from Mayor and kicks Mayor in the gut as he turns around, then clocks Insaniac square in the head with the chair. Insaniac goes tumbling out of the ring, leaving his manager by his lonesome with Alex Lafland and a steel chair.]
Fans: KICK HIS ASS!!! KICK HIS ASS!!!
[Lafland goes to swing at Mayor, but Mitch quickly slides out of the ring and grabs Insaniac as the two head to the back, cowering from an injured Lafland and his equalizer. The fans toss stuff at Mayor and Insaniac until they finally dissapear behind the curtain. Lafland grabs the mic.]
Lafland: Let this be the message to all you outsiders who think you're better than us. We haven't backed down, through all the hardships and years of failure, we have NOT backed not and we will not back down. You can send everything you've got at me Mayor, but I'm still standing in this ring. You mess with me again, you'll get exactly the same. This city is to strong to crumble under your will!
[The fans pop as loudly as a small YMCA audiotrium could, ending the show with Lafland left in the ring.]