Match Three (SCW Revenge?): Blade LaVigne vs Jon F

[Vince McMahon]

Match Three (SCW Revenge?): Blade LaVigne vs Jon Freeman


These two men have such a history with each other. But there was something missing, a ending. This match, we'll see the closing of a feud that was created back in Sin City Wrestling. Who will walk out with the win? Who will fall? Find out this Sunday as the two SCW alumni battle it out!

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Scene one: March 24, 1991, The Freeman house, The day it began.

"Have you ever seen Jimmy "superfly" Snuka dominated like this?!"
We see two young boys wrestling in front of a TV, a young girl screaming at them. Tell them how stupid they are. The older of the two boys picks up the young one in a power bomb position and throws him down on the sofa. They laugh and turn to watch the rest of the match on the tv screen. We see Undertaker pick up the win as the oldest boy begins to cheer, bouncing up and down in excitement. He picks up his younger brothers legs and locks in an ankle lock. Suddenly a woman's voice is heard screaming through out the room.

"JONATHAN FREEMAN! PUT DOWN YOUR BROTHERS ANKLE RIGHT NOW! BEFORE YOU HURT HIM!"

The eldest boy drops his brothers leg and crosses his arms in annoyance, he huffs and marches over to a chair before throwing himself into it angrily. The woman, clearly his mother sighed and went to check on the younger brother. Jonny looks over at him giving him a filthy look. His brothers lip trembles and tears stream down his face. Their mother looks down at her youngest son and cradles him like a baby in her arms. She then looks at Jonny with anger.

"GET TO YOUR ROOM! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU TILL TOMORROW MORNING, NO MORE TV, NO MORE WRESTLING, NO MORE HURTING YOUR BROTHER!"

Jonny's mouth hung open before he got up, throwing his brother and mother the dirtiest look. He stomped off to the bottom of the stairs before shouting back at his mother.

"YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, I'LL WRESTLE IF I WANT AND ONE DAY YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO CONTROL ME AND I'LL BE AS FAMOUS AS THOSE PEOPLE ON TV! I SWEAR I WILL BE!"

His mother gave him a threatening look and he ran up the stairs, stomping his feet as hard as he could as he missed one of the greatest wrestle manias ever.

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Scene two: 4 years later, August 15 1995, BYCW ring, Your backyards aren't safe anymore.

Jonny is stood in the middle of a make shift ring. He is snarling at a younger boy who looks very alike him. The ring is in the middle of an abandon concrete flat land, in the centre of 4 warehouses. Nature has clearly won the war against the man made creations as trees, roots and plants are growing up the walls of the warehouses around them. There are about 30 or 40 teenagers stood around the ring. They are cheering, pointing at Jonny in his attire, which consists of black shorts and a ripped up tank top, on it in white spray paint is a capitol J. On the back is a star. The sun is beaming down onto them and the boy across from Jonny has short blonde spikey hair, he is wearing a white top and white shorts, his hands covered by gloves.

The two boys lock eyes, Jonny brushes his shoulder length hair out his face and stares daggers at his brother. Kurt's face is nothing but disgust. Suddenly the sound of a bell is sounded and the boys begin to circle each other. The crowd chanting two separate chants. One is "Jonny's gonna punt ya!" and the other is "Kurt wants to kill ya!". They spent a few seconds watching each other before Kurt comes in quick at Jonny, throwing punches. Jonny takes two jabs to the face and steps back, feeling the ropes behind him he jumps back onto the bottom one and springs himself shoulder first into his brother. Kurt falls back, dazed. He shakes it off and runs in for a spear. Jonny dodges and jumps up, drop kicking his brother in the back of the head. Kurt stumbles forward into the ropes.

"Mummy isn't here to stop me now Kurtis. You can't be a cry baby in front of all your friends."

The crowd laughs at Kurt expense. He turns to his brother, anger burning in his eyes. He runs forward and knocks Jonny down with a clothesline. Jonny coughs and rolls over onto his stomach.

"I don't need mother here. I'm big enough to stop you myself now."

Kurt wraps his legs around Jonny's ankle and locks in an ankle lock. Jonny lets out a moan in pain before pulling himself toward the ropes. He grips one and Kurt applies more pressure before throwing down Jonny's ankle. He laughs and shouts. Taunting Jonny by lifting his arms up and showing his fists to the crowd. He runs forward and goes for an elbow drop. Only for Jonny to spin round in time and plant his knees into Kurt's side.

Jonny gets up, Kurt is holding his side on the home made canvas. Jonny runs and jumps up on the turnbuckle. He throws his hands up in the air and gives out the hornz to the crowd. He jumps off the turnbuckle, back flipping and landing on Kurt with huge impact. He jumps up, Kurt is now on his front. Slowly rising to his hands and knees. He glances at his brother. His flesh and blood and shouts.

"No wonder they don't love you, you're not my brother. We hate you, I can't for you to leave us. For you to disappear. You're not a Freeman, mum and dad hate you, Louise hates you and I hat-"

Jonny runs forward and punts Kurt in the skull. Kurt's head drops to the canvas and Jonny looks down at him in anger.

"You ain't shit to me Kurt, you're nothing. I'm better then you, fuck all of you!"

Jonny steps back, climbs out between the ropes and up to a group of goths who cheer him. One passes him a bottle of clear vodka. Jonny swigs it and leads them off. Not even bothering to pin his pathetic excuse for a brother.

Scene three: Present day, September 23, 2012, Buffalo bar, The career of a legend.

The scene opens on Jonny sat at a bar, a glass of whiskey in front of him. He is wearing black attire. His normal shirt, jeans and jacket. He is wearing his hall of fame ring, a solid gold Rolex. He looks up at the camera and smiles before taking another sip of his whiskey, he opens his mouth to speak, stop himself and chuckles. Before starting what he was saying again.

"As you all know, I come out and tell you guys how much you mean to me, I get emotional, I talk about how everything I did for you. Then out comes Blade. Running his mouth like he's something big. Let me tell you alittle something about Blade."

Jonny sips his whiskey before speaking again.

"Back in SCW, Blade was a nobody. He was like the jobber of the whole fed. The only time he got spotlight was when there wasn't anyone decent on the roster anymore. He used to moan, bitch and cry but he never got his way. He'd then pull out something to make everyone have sympathy for him. He never worked his way up the roster because he was never good enough to win. He tried to claim main event status and got shot down, repeatedly. Why? Because Blade, you're nothing. Not compared to the greats like myself or Wildcard or Austin Starr or Ken. You were nothing compared to us but we respected you and we treated you like one of us but you, you couldn't handle being a nobody. You couldn't handle the fact I was better then you so you come out and you talk some smack to me. Hell do you not realised who I am? I beat Robin, I beat Punk, I beat the heart break kid. I could beat you, any day I wanted. So Mania? This ain't about respect anymore, this ain't about pride or titles or settling the unfinished match for the old Second Chance Wrestling title. No this is about me, coming out to face you. Man to man and I promise you. I'm going to be the only man walking out of that arena, with every scrap of dignity I earned for these fans. The fans you were never good enough for. The fans you let down, the fans who love me but despise you. Do you understand? I hope so. See you at Mania, bitch."

He downs his whiskey, gets up and leaves the bar.

Scene four: Time to shine.

Jonny is bouncing around in front of the curtain, preparing for his match. He has a bottle of water in hand. He takes a swig, listening out for his theme music. He hears it hit. He takes one last swig of water, throws the bottle aside. He waits for the second drop. It comes and he runs out onto the stage. He throws his arms up giving the hornz to the thousands of people around him. He beams being back in the place he always loved to be. He takes a moment to to look around before shouting.

"Let's fucking do this!"

[Vince McMahon]

Scene opens, we see nothing, hear nothing. Where are we? Suddenly the light turns on, and it starts to flicker for a while before working properly again. We are in a empty room. In the middle of the spotlight is Blade LaVigne himself, sitting on a chair. Blade dressed in blue jeans and a black shirt. He's staring straight at the camera and he's got a content expression on his face.

"Two years ago, I worked for a corrupted group of staff members in the company some of you should know of, Sin City Wrestling. It was "ruled" by men who wanted nothing more than money. You didn't win by the effort you gave but by the fans you bring to their shows. It sounds like a bad plan because it was. A great wrestler like myself, who gave everything I had week in and week out never had the chances as someone like Austin Starr and Ken Walker had. I gave everything I had, risked everything for what? A small pay check? Nothing in SCW was worth the sweat and blood given by many men. As wrestlers we do things no average man can do. SCW was corrupted and when I was lossing my chances to become world champion, we had superstars who kissed ass to get to the top.

One person I can remember in particualar, Jon Freeman."


LaVigne shifts in the chair slightly, but maintains his focused composure. He continues to speak.

"This man kissed managements ass every golden oppurtunity that came up. He was on of those superstars who I truly hated. Watching him suceed when he deserved none of it. When I was the one who climbed the ladder fairly and he just sat there earning non of the great moments. Bull shit. He knows it, everyone from SCW knows it. They knew it wasn't fair but did they care? Fuck no. Jon Freeman is ass kisser. Don't believe me, go watch some film on SCW. He kissed his way to the top and earned nothing. When guys like myself worked week in and week out for everything we earned. I was pushed aside because of guys like Jon Freeman.

Don't let them lie to you guys, Austin Starr, Jon Freeman and others cheated their way to the top and I was stuck on the bottom looking up."

Blade smiles, his eyes open wide. He kinda looks down at the ground, then looks back into the camera. Blade focused, continues to speak.

"See, I prepared so no one can take what is mine. No one could replace my mind, my heart. To be the best and stay there, sweat is always necessary... Whatever you got to do to make sure you chase your legacy every second of your life. Do you be remembered? How will you be remembered? Why wouldn’t you fight for the greatest achievement ever? Everything I use to think about was ripped apart when I enter Sin City Wrestling. They took my dream and threw it down the toilet. I stood no chance with their structure and how they ran things.

I don't want Thy WWE to be runned down the same way SCW was. SCW lacked one thing; Leadership. Something this Thy WWE of yours is doing good so far. Don't let this SCW cowards leave a mark here. Get them out fast."

Blade raises his eyebrow, adding extra emphasis to those words.

"It's funny, I thought you were dead Jon Freeman? Confused? Well, if I recall right, we found a death note back in SCW and you're name was on it. It's funny to think about it a little bit. You kiss ass in SCW, get what you want then when SCW needs some leadership, you leave and do the same here? Pathetic. But whatever, do what you must but sooner or later, everything will come crashing down on you. Like tomorrow night, you will fall to me Jon. We've faced twice in SCW, so I guess you can call this the tie breaker."

Blade cocks a grin and continues.

"I came back last year to face Beno because I wanted to prove I still had it in me. This time, I have nothing to prove. I am done after this and you all know that. I am here to stop people like you Freeman. You are sick and I don't want to see Thy WWE become sick because of you, I see there aren't many of you left and that is great but maybe after I beat you tomorrow Freeman, there will be one less SCW loser in this business. I want to know something Jon. What do you have to prove? What are your goals for this company? Do you plan on helping this great place grow, or like SCW will you just leave and watch it break into pieces? I want to know for real. I will give you tonight to tell me. When that bell rings, and the match starts. Words will not help you. The only things that can help you Freeman, is your heart and passion. If your heart big enough? Will your A game be on the table. "

Blade takes a second to close his eyes and takes a deep breath. He opens his eyes and continues to speak.

"Everything you have to offer better be there Jon, if not, you will lose and I will finally get my big moment victory. And no one, no SCW coward will be able to take this away from me.My head will be in the sun after tomorrow, because I have what it takes and I will over come everything you throw at me. This is your chance to sink or swim. I don't care which you’ll do because frankly.

Freeman, promise me one thing though, don't underestimate me, you will regret it and you will lose.

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See you tomorrow Jon Freeman.

Wrestlemania 3 awaits!"

Blade gets off the chair, still looking into the camera. Blade winks as camera fades to black and the scene ends.