Jaxx Ryder [vs] Baron Thompson [vs] Damien Drake

Jaxx Ryder
Rock God of the IWF

Title:
A Concussion or Full Frontal Lobotomy?
Place:
The Verizon Center Washington D.C.
Date:
Monday February 11th 2013



(Inside Jaxx's head at Battle Grounds)

Fuck those lights are bright I wonder what wattage they are and how the change them if they burn out? Wait looks like there is one in section ZZZ right above seat 4 AAAA I wonder if the dude in that seat even realizes that light is out? Maybe I should tell someone I mean we need to make sure everyone enjoys the show. Wait whats that sound? I sounds like someone put chicken bones in a fucking garbage disposal. What the hell seriously is someone that dumb?

OK great now the lights are turning red is someone coming out for a match....wait a match I was in a match tonight with Griffin Hawkins, it was crazy I think Remington succeeded in snapping Griff's mind I knew I underestimated him and how far Empire had pushed him. Shit I should have been ready I know better then this. OK wait damn now I have something in my eye....what the hell I can't move my arm to wipe it out of my face.

Now whats happening why is this douche bag in my face yelling at me? Yeah dude I hear you now get that fucking light out of my eyes. What ? What are you doing me why are you people rolling me onto a stretcher seriously stop I can walk. Well maybe I can't and now my fucking arm is starting to hurt and I can't move my fingers. Why the hell is now one answering me.........



Title:
Good News, Better News, Fuck you Jaxx News.
Place:
Washington Hospital Center, Washington D.C.
Date
Wednesday February 13th 2013


( The Camera opens on the interior of a private hospital room, we see Jaxx a bandage across his forehead and his arm in a cast and sling. Bruises show over his face and neck but he has a smile plastered on his face as a beautiful brunette nurse checks over the read outs on the machine next to his bed. )

Nurse: Well Mr. Ryder looks like you are a quick healer, when they brought you in two nights ago I thought for sure you would at least be out for a few more days.

(The Nurse smiles over at Jaxx as he smiles back.)

Jaxx: Yeah honey it's going to take more then what Griffin Hawkins gave me to stop. Of course you could help me heal that much faster.

(The nurse giggles as Jaxx pretends to reach for her. As they two laugh a very serious looking Doctor walks into the room as he sees what is going on he clears his throat.)

Doctor: Nurse that will enough you are dismissed.

( Covering her mouth the nurse quickly leaves the room as Jaxx looks at the Doctor and shakes his head.)

Jaxx: Thanks Doc you could have waited 5 ...OK 10 more minutes and let me have a little fun.

Doctor: Mr. Ryder in your condition the only thing you should be doing is resting and honestly I have to say after reviewing your test resting is really the only thing you will be doing for the next few weeks.

(The look on Jaxx's face is a cross between you have got to be fucking kidding me and you can go right to hell doctor.)

Jaxx: Very funny Doc you know that there is no way in hell I can take the next two weeks off!

(Jaxx flings the tray next to him across the room as the Doctor just looks at him.)

Doctor: Are you done Mr. Ryder?...Now as I was saying you have suffered a minor concussion and broken both bones in your left arm. This alone would be enough to keep you from the ring but add in the contusions over 40% of your body and the bruised ribs, I can not recommend your return for at least two weeks.

Jaxx: T hats great Doc but guess what next week on Battle Grounds I will be in that ring now get me out of this fucking Hospital.

Doctor: As you wish Mr. Ryder but I will need you to sign a few releases.

(The Doctor Turns and leaves the room as a scowling Jaxx Ryder stares after him.)


Title:
Working out frustrations, on a stuffed dummy
Place:
The Training Grounds Gym
Date:
Friday February 15th 2013

(Thump, thump, thump.... the sound of a fist striking a bag over and over again echos through the gym mixed with the sounds of others working out. The camera pans out to show Jaxx practicing with a heavy bag, favoring his right hand but still using his left hand working out how best to use it in his match. )

POSER!!

Jaxx: They scream that at me thinking that I am some fake wanna be trying to emulate the Great Griffin Hawkins. They fail to realize that I have been doing this since I was six years old. Hell I was born into this life and its not just a persona but is who I am. I bleed the rock lifestyle, I breathe the road from the dust every day, and I fight through the pain every night. So all those calling me a poser can take that word and shove it straight up their asses.

( Jaxx strikes the bag a few more times and then turns and walks over by a ring set up in the back. He sits taking off the padded gloves he watches as a couple guys in the ring work out a few moves on each other.)

Jaxx: So as you all know I am injured thanks to the match I had with Griffin Hawkins this week but that will not stop me from making it too Battle Grounds this week for my opportunity at the Steel Cage Scramble. Now it looks like I get the honor of facing off with a member of the Empire their hired muscle Damien Drake. This guy is a huge side of beef with about as much brains as a cow. I am sure he has been given orders to win this match to help up the odds for the Empire in the long run.

Now Damien I am not sure if you can really understand what I am saying so I will try to make this short, simple, and easy for you to understand. You, Baron Tomson, and I will meet in a three way dance this coming Monday night and your giant beefy ass is going to be the first member of the Empire I take all my frustrations and anger out on. I don't care how big you are and really could care less how strong you are because really when I smash a guitar over your skull and split it in two it just means you have that much further to fall big man.

(Jaxx climbs into the ring as another guy enters the opposite side. The two work on some basic moves Jaxx trying to get use to the cast on his arm. As they work out an older gentleman seems to be playing close attention to Jaxx, watching him work out a smile creeps across his face. Jaxx flips his opponent over his head and he takes a hard landing, a trainer enters to check on him as Jaxx leans against the corner ropes. The camera zooms in closer.)

Jaxx: That leaves Baron Tomson a man on a vendetta against the Empire, a man looking for revenge and redemption. I saw what he did to the Inferno this last week. Honestly I was a little surprised he didn't light anyone on fire. Now I made the mistake of thinking Griffin Hawkins was distracted with his issues last week and honestly I am not making that mistake twice in a row. So Baron you and Damien have my undivided attention this week. Now I know this is where we run down the other guy and tell them how we are going to beat them.....blah, blah, blah. Honestly I am too fucking tired for this right now. I know what needs to be done Monday night and I know who I need to walk through to get the job done. So lets just do this shit up right boys and see where the bodies fall.

(Jaxx steps out of the ring and as he does the man watching walks over to him and holds out his hand. Jaxx looks at him and then shakes his hand.)

Man: Hello names Darren De Jean and I was watching you there and have to say I am pretty impressed with what you showed in there, especially being injured.

Jaxx: Thanks Darren pleasure to meet you names Jaxx Ryder. How can I help you Darren?

Darren: Actually its how I can help you Mr. Ryder, I have someone I would like you meet and I think he could be just who you are looking for.

(The two men continue talking as they walk off screen.)

††Location: Verizon Center in Washington D.C.††
†February: 10th, 2013.†


Scene opens to a recording from last week's Battle Grounds where Alexander Remington makes his entrance for his match against Ryan Apollos. Heather Thompson can be heard making the announcement.

Heather Thompson- And his opponent from Los Angeles, California…Weighing in at 265 Pounds…He is the current IWF World Heavyweight Champion…Representing The Empire…Alexander Remington!

As commentary go through their play by play scene in comes Griffen Hawkins with a steel chair as he bashes Remington from behind. Then the IWF security comes in lead by Corey Casey as they detain Griffen and escort them out, suddenly the camera moves to the side to see Baron Tomson jump over a security barricade as he stares down at the IWF Heavyweight champion is just crawling his way back to his feet, unknowly using Baron himself as a stand before the two meet eye to eye as Baron smiles.

Baron Tompson
You know how I like my Cajun food?

Baron Tompson suddenly lashes out and throws a fireball into Alexander Remington’s face, causing Alexander Remington to fall back down to the ringside mats screaming in pain. Baron Tompson laughs coldly

Baron Tompson
Char broiled

Baron Thomson turns and leaps back over the security barricade and disappears out into the fans. The screen then goes to static as the camera zooms out to show Baron's locker room as Baron sits on the bleacher just a few feet away from the t.v screen. Baron was done lacing up his shoes as the slugs his gym bag and boots the door open, smug smile on his face.

Well last week I told myself I would be the Empire's public enemy number one, my actions last week would reflect that bold statement. Just seeing the look on the champ's face when he saw my eyes........breathtaking, fear, confusion, panic it was all written in his eyes and on his expressions. That nice little fireball was simply the icing on the cake with a little cherry on top.

Walking down this hallways, darting eyes as glance to the left and see some of the guys having coffee, then glance to the right peeping through the narrow slit in the door I caught a few of the divas getting dressed. I readjusted the sling on my bag and pressed forward, everywhere I go I didn't see a single member of the Empire. Not in the lobby, not near the locker rooms, I had the balls to lean a glance at the GM office, only saw the door and the symbol and nothing else. I didn't wanna waste any time, I just wanted to go home for tonight. Figured I did enough damage for one day but couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Half expected Corey to throw the dogs at me when I went out there and burned a hole in Remington's skull, but it seems that in spite of Corey putting all his time and effort into his so called "Golden Boy" (Because lord knows it went SO WELL when Parker was the Golden Boy before he got traded off) and yet did very little to assist him when he needed it the most. Sure Corey had Griff detained, but he never counted on me pulling a hit and run like that. Seems though my efforts weren’t wasted at all because now I've been given a spot in the steel cage scamble match they have for Nowhere to Run. I kinda like how Chuck and Jessica are now running the show, makes things better for me as I can hit these bastards anytime and there is very little they can do about it.

I mean come on now Corey failed when he sent that pansy Philip Joseph and look how well that turned out, the dipshit coulden't even put one scratch on me, he tried.......oh boy did he try to break me. But what he and everyone is finding out very quickly is: I'm unbreakable and that scares them.

Corey sees me as a threat and rightfully so, he made alot of mistakes during his time as chairman but one of the biggest is when he turned his back on me all because I left the group. Wasen't by my choice, I said if I didn't win I would leave the group, I didn't win so I left the group. Took some time off, trained with my new head coach Parker Johnson, came back and next thing you know, I'm a marked man. No thanks yous, no welcome backs no nothing, I show my face and suddenly I end up being hunted down by the head of the man who I loyaly worked with for the past year.

Well now it's payback time, Corey thinks he can dispose of me? Not by a fucking long shot!

Now I completly regret ever agreeing to join with the Empire in the first place.

Thought it was a great idea, I mean after being shunned by the owner of the last federation I was in (aside from ASWF) I felt I was entitled to being treated better by this new owner Corey. I've heard of this guy's rep, he seemed very legit, I looked up to the guy, but once I dropped the ball that's when I start seeing Corey for he had now become: A power hungry lunatic.

Stygian really did a number on the guy, that is certain, broke the man's back and for the most part, broke the man's pride. While he was licking his wounds, he made an Empire bringing some of the new hot talent from some of the past feds that IWF bought over. Among them of course being UECW and ASWF.

Looking back I thought man how things have changed really quick, seemed like only yesterday I was working alongside with Isabella and served the Empire as Corey's personal enforcer, the assassin of the Empire they use to call me.

Now I'm an outcast, an enemy of the Empire. I noticed Chuck now is gathering a group of his own to compat the Empire but the more I look at it, seemed more like Chuck's trying to rerevive Bad Company. I recalled that lackluster feud we had between the Empire and IWF's version of Bad Company. We ended up dissolving that group real quick when me and Jack along with Corey took down the ringleader himself and ejected him out of IWF for a while. Only for him to come right back this time with an Achilles heel for Corey in the form of his well.............wife I guess Jessica Matthews. I've heard about her during my time with the Empire but of course I didn't pay any attention. Now I'm regreting because she is just taking it to Corey and that gives me the window I need to really strike the Empire where it hurts the most.

They want public enemy number one? I'll give it to em, this week I get that chance as I take on one of the Empire's members and some rock star guy.

The breeze feels nice as it flows through my hair, the night sky looks even better with the mooning shining out. It was a nice day's work for me and next week will be even better. I just gotta keep hitting em, keep those Empire guys on their toes, don't give em a chance to breath. Hell I might even say hello to the Heavyweight champion again but I figure I should hold out on that. Griff's already got dips and out of respect for the guy I'll let him take it to the champ.

I just hope he saves some for me because I'm going to make the Empire my own bitch. And I'll do it, one member at a time.

†::The Shoot::†

I'm not gonna waste my breath so let's just cut to the fuckig chase shall we?

First off I'm glad someone has recognized my obvious talents and gave me this chance to prove myself in this qualifier match because when it really comes down to it? I'm got more talent than any of these knuckle heads.

We'll start with the muscle head Damien Drake, loved to know what Corey saw in you when he asked you to join his lollypop guild. Perhaps he loves jacked men with huge biceps, makes him think of Stygian and when he broke the man's spine and put him out comission. I don't know but the fact is I've really don't see any real reason to take you serosuly. I mean sure you're a big guy but then again I've fought Stygian and he's even bigger than you, not to mention stronger and alot smarter. So yeah I don't expect at ALL to be impressed in fact I see you as just a slab of meat on a hanger, meant for someone like to use for target practice as I tenderise you with my fist.

Next up is the rock god Jaxx........wait did I just say that out loud?

Ok what the deal? A rock star? Saw your match with Griff and you didn't even last a minute, least every time I fought the guy I last much longer not to mention I didn't spend all my time just lying on the floor and taking my lumps. Every encounter with Griff I had he never left the ring unscathed, this match won't be any different. You're not Griff but I'll treat you in the same manner and that means you won’t be leaving this ring without a busted nose or a few cuts on your face. You've seen my track record, you know what I bring to the table and I'm glad I have your attention because trust me, you'll need to make sure your focus is on me at all times. I don't play nice, anyone who who has stepped in that ring with me in the past has found that out the hard way. Blink and you'll be counting sheep as I drive my foot right into your jaw bone and crack every tooth in your mouth until you're spending the next hour or so spiting fragments of your teeth.

I'm here to win, but I'm also here to send a message to the Empire, I've already sent one to their champion, now I tend to send one to the big man of the group and it's this: I will go into the heart and tear it out then leave you guys broken and battered across the ground you stepped on.

Should have never provoked me boys.

Now it's time to pay the piper, stay blazing.