Welcome to Upstate New York!  Welcome to Syracuse!  Welcome to Monday Night Massacre!
    After last week and the formation of the Counterstrike, and after a red hot Saturday Night Slam Masters, we have an excellent show for you tonight!
    Scorpion has been meeting with SMWA Commissioner Jack McCullough for most of the day now, and we've been told there are several encounters signed for tonight.  However, Scorpion holds the keys to what those encounters are.  Counterstrike is also in the building tonight, and the threats towards young Johnny Proton loom large.
    Making his debut in the SMWA tonight will be "Legacy" Paul Milo.  He'll be taking on the talented Spoon Man!
    In a tag team street fight, The Philadelphia X-Treme Machine look to avenge a loss from weeks back as they take on Overcompensators Anonymous.
    Jerry Kent is finally going to step in to the ring to avenge his loss at the hands of "Jumbo" Jack Flap as he takes on the big Canadian in a no DQ match!
 

    And here come the men who look to put down Major Force once and for all.
    Jessica Haggar led the Counterstrike to the ring.  Mike Haggar and Jack Slade walked side by side, with Johnny Proton next, Alexander "The Grater" slowly, agonizingly, bringing up the rear.  He's had enough of teams over his career, but the alliance he's formed here maybe the only way he's going to score any sort of revenge over Major Force.
    Jack Slade led everybody in to the ring and grabbed a microphone.  Mike Haggar looked on with special interest as Jack Slade started up.

SLADE:  There is only one Major Force in this building tonight, Syracuse, and you're looking at it in this ring right now!!!  Saul, buddy, you sent Hillsman after me last week.  Didn't get the job done.  You sent Zangief after Grater, and we know who came out on top of that one.  Then, this Saturday, you have Ol' Jackie M book me and Mike against The Eastern Powers and The All-Americans.  The only thing that proved is that you are more of an idiot than any of us expected.  You and Scorp, I'm betting you're looking for some answers right now, something that can explain why your little plan is falling apart as we speak.  Well, Scorp, Saul, there are five answers standing right in front of you in this very ring.  The time for games is over, Scorp.  It's Crunch Time now, and it's time for the Counterstrike to take full effect.  You wanted this, Al?

    The fans were cheering The Cruncher on as Slade handed the microphone to Alexander "The Grater".  As usual, Al was pissed off.  He was going to tell us all why.

GRATER:  Damn, Saul, watch it all fall apart on you tonight!  See, you might have forgot somethin' about me, but I got a little secret weapon I like to call a "Wild Card".  Way I remember it, the damn card gives me a Title match against whoever I want, whenever I want!  I used up my tag shot working for you.  I wasted my damn TV shot to help your big ugly bastard out.  My damn North American shot's gone 'cause of you!  Still, that leaves me one more shot, don't it?  World Title, held by ugly boy.  So, ta make it all official, I'm playin' the Wild Card and I want Skarzz in this damn ring tonight so I can take that World Title from his damn waist and strap it to mine like it should be!  And best of all, Scorp, there aint no way you and Master can back your damn asses out of this one!!!

    Grater vs Skarzz tonight!  Here!  What a World Title match that should be!  And like Grater said, it's iron clad!!!
    Grater paused for a second and looked at Mike Haggar.  Slowly, he handed his long-time nemesis the microphone.

HAGGAR:  I don't know if you've realized something, Scorpion.  The game you play is one you're damn good at.  But I spent years bringing down gangs bigger than yours, and I play a much better game than you do, pal.  Major Force was something while it lasted, but it's not lasting much longer.  That's a guarantee.

    Looks like somebody wants to challenge Mike Haggar's guarantee.
    Scorpion and Saul Masters came out together, Jack McCullough coming out right after, looking as reluctant as usual.  He still hasn't come around, in spite of the protests of many fans and, specifically, Jessica Haggar.  Scorpion must have a powerful hold on him.
    Saul Masters took the mic first.  This was going to get interesting.

MASTERS:  Haggar... You are in no position to be making any guarantees.  See, I'll tell you exactly why you're going to fail.  You claim you play a better game?  This isn't a game, Haggar.  We're taking this deadly seriously.  This has been carefully orchestrated from day one, and if you think we weren't ready for your little "Counterstrike", you are sorely mistaken.  We're ready for everything.  We're even ready for you, Grater.  See, as the esteemed Commissioner is about to explain, you can't play your Wild Card tonight.

    What?  Why not?  The whole point of the Wild Card is that you can demand a Title match any time you want.  Why not now?
    Masters handed the mic to Jack McCullough, who gave him a dirty little look before explaining the details of it all.

MCCULLOUGH:  Before the card tonight, Grater, we took it upon ourselves to sign a match for you against Skarzz.  But it's non-title.

GRATER:  So what's yer damn point?  I'll fight Skarzz twice in one night.

MCCULLOUGH:  Actually, Al...  the... the Championship committee... has decided that a Wild Card wrestler is... is ineligible to challenge for the title if he has a non-title match on the same night.

    The crowd booed McCullough's decision.  They didn't buy it, and neither did Grater.

GRATER:  Aw, hell, McCullough, why don't you just say it?  Scorp and Master got ya by the damn balls and they don't want me going anywhere near Skarzz.

    Scorpion snatched the mic away from Jack McCullough.  He was going to handle this himself.

SCORPION:  You idiot.  If we didn't want you going near Skarzz, we wouldn't have you wrestling against him, would you.  You're the same idiot I made the mistake of teaming with, I'm certain of that.  You're hating every minute that you're standing there beside Mike Haggar and Jack Slade, but that's still where you're standing.  I never thought the Great Al would get that desperate.  Then again, this whole thing reeks of desperation on your parts, doesn't it?  Like Saul said, Mike, this isn't about a "game".  This is dangerously real, too real for you to even imagine.  See, you have the illusion of power, Mike.  You think your little "Counterstrike" can actually measure up to Major Force, when all you have are four men and your pathetic little daddy's girl.

HAGGAR:  Why don't you leave my family out of this, Scorp?

SCORPION:  She's part of your family, so she's a part of this.  Mike, tonight, I'm going to prove to you just how much power I have, and how powerless you are to stop me from doing whatever I want.  Jack just claimed that you are the "real" Major Force.  Major Force can do things you could never dream of, and you'll see that first hand tonight.  Tonight, Jack Slade and Mike Haggar will face a tag team of my choosing.  You'll see just what I'm capable of, Mike.

HAGGAR:  Who's the team?

SCORPION:  And ruin the surprise?

HAGGAR:  Now who's playing games, Scorp.

SCORPION:  I'm playing with lives, Haggar.  Maybe that's a game to you, but I take it very seriously.  Now, Grater has a match... Jack and Mike have a match... That leaves one man, doesn't it.  That misguided young fool Johnny Proton.

    We could see Proton tense up in the ring.  Something in the way the Scorpion was speaking... Whatever he had planned for Proton, it wouldn't be pleasant.
    Haggar handed Proton the microphone, but Scorp cut him off.

SCORPION:  Johnny, you're a little bit of a rogue to me.  I anticipated a Haggar, a Slade and a Grater.  I expected everybody but you for the fourth.  I didn't think you'd be up to a war on this level.  The way I see it, you're an x-factor, and I don't like those.  I'll need to figure out what you're all about, because that kick to the jaw you hit me with last week just wasn't enough.  Tonight.  You and me, Proton.  You're in trouble, kid.

    Proton looked at the rest of Counterstrike, who all were going to back him up.  After a brief pause, he shot back at Scorpion.

PROTON:  I'm not afraid of you.

SCORPION:  Of course you're not.  You have Mike Haggar on your side.  He saves everybody.  But even he's had his lows, Proton.  You'll be one of those rare people Mike Haggar couldn't save.

    Haggar snatched the mic away from Proton.

HAGGAR:  We'll be backing him up, Scorpion.

SCORPION:  I'm sure you'll try.  I know you'll fail.

HAGGAR:  You don't know crap, pal.

SCORPION:  I know you, and that's all the crap I need.  All you need to know is that, tonight and forever more, Major Force will be all powerful!  I'll see you later, Johnny.

    With that, Major Force's music started back up, and Scorpion and Master went to the back.  Jack McCullough was going, too.  Jessica Haggar quickly grabbed the microphone.

JESSICA:  Jack... You can stop this, Jack...  You're the one with the power here...

    Jack McCullough looked back at the ring, sighed, shook his head and went to the back.  Much to the chagrin of Jessica Haggar, there would be no breakthrough tonight.

    So, we can add matches to our card tonight.  Alexander "The Grater" vs Skarzz, non-title.  Johnny Proton takes on the challenge of his life as he takes on the Scorpion.  A mystery tag team will take on Mike Haggar and Jack Slade.  And from what Scorpion was saying, this is not going to be a pretty night for the white hats.
    As we went to break, we saw Spoon Man tapping out a melody in the back.  He'll be wrestling next against a man making his SMWA debut!

    Backstage, Mike Haggar is talking to Johnny Proton.

PROTON:  He's that good, huh?

HAGGAR:  You're good, too, Johnny.

PROTON:  I'm not looking to kill anybody, though.

HAGGAR:  We'll be there to back you up, kid.  Nothing bad is going to happen.

PROTON:  I...  I hope not.

HAGGAR:  You want to back out?

PROTON:  ... No.

    Paul Milo has been terrorizing the wrestling scene in Europe for a few years now.  His hard nosed, Greco-Roman style has won him many a Cruiserweight belt over there, and now he's moved across the pond.  However, he's told many SMWA officials that he has a distinct mission in mind.
    The plain looking Milo came to the ring first, dressed in rather plain wrestling attire.  The Athenian climbed in to the ring and quickly grabbed a microphone.  He wasn't going to waste any time getting his point across.

MILO:  Most of you fans don't know who I am, do you?  It figures.  See, I'm from Greece, where wrestling all started.  I dominated Europe for years, but did any of you know?  No.  Why?  Because you were watching this sick bastardization of wrestling.  All you know are idiots like Lantern, or Rokuru, or this Spoon Man.  That's wrestling to you?  I'm going to change that all starting tonight, whether you morons like it or not!

    Well, that wasn't a good way to endear himself to the fans.  Syracuse actually cheered the entrance of the Spoon Man, who tapped his way all the ring.  Milo swung at him with a lariat as he entered the ring, but Spoon ducked and started punching away.  Our match was underway!!!

    Spoon Man was showing Milo just what a guy who talks through cutlery could do in the early going of this match.  Milo was rocked by lefts and rights before Spooner decided to start flying around the ring.  He took Milo down with a mid-rope moonsault, nearly making his debut a short one.  Still, Milo wasn't about to be put down.  When Spoon Man went for a DDT, Milo hit him with a Northern Lights suplex for a two count and, when Spoon got up, Milo dropped him on his head and shoulders with a belly-to-belly suplex!
    Milo turned on the slow grind at this point, keeping Spoon grounded with an array of wrestling holds.  At one point, he even locked on a greco-roman knuckle lock, let go of one hand and then locked Spoon Man in a painful armbar.  Spoon wasn't having much success at all, but he finally managed to post some offence, kicking off Milo during a figure four attempt.  A lariat took Milo to the outside, where Spoon nailed him with a tope!  He reached under the ring and grabbed a table.  Milo was set up, and Spoon Man got on to the apron!  He went for a moonsault!
    Milo moved!  Spoon Man crashed through the table hard, and that was where almost all of his gas went.  Milo rolled him back in to the ring and began to go to work.  He hit a release German suplex, and he could have scored the fall there, but he persisted.  An inverted DDT and several other damaging moves were meant to set Spoon Man up for Milo's devastating finisher.  He lifted Spoon to the top rope, climbed up, grabbed him from behind and took him down with a top-rope German suplex!  That was that.

Paul Milo pinned Spoon Man with the Top-Rope German Suplex in 0:07:19.
Rating: ** 1/4

    Milo kicked Spoon Man in the side as the referee raised his hand in victory.  He then went to the corner, where Spoon Man had left his spoons!  Milo took each spoon, bent them and threw them on to the unconscious body of Spoon Man!  The damage had been done.  Paul Milo looks to be a force to be reckoned with, and he's not going to put up with anything silly.
    Speaking of silly, backstage, Overcompensators Anonymous were watching a TV.  They had just seen Paul Milo's convincing victory.

WALLY:  Damn, man, that boy be whack!

CAL:  Dude!  We can't worry about some guy from Greece!  We got two mean dudes from Philly to worry about.

WALLY:  I got ya, Cal.  S'alright.  D'em spoons  be old, anyway.  Wanna see my new dance?

CAL:  Go for it, dude!

    Wally B began doing the running man once more.  Except, this time, he added a little head jerk.  Good for him for trying something new.

    Backstage, Saul Masters and Scorpion are talking.

MASTERS:  I'm still amazed you could do it.

SCORPION:  What an interesting team they'll make.

MASTERS:  Interesting?  It's epic, Scorpion.

SCORPION:  Divide and conquer, divided conquer... no difference.

    It's a street fight in Syracuse, so you can bet one team will be losing their smile.
    Uncalled for?  Anyway...
    Overcompensators Anonymous pulled off a huge upset a couple of Saturdays ago, when they last defeated the PXM in a Four Corners Tag Team Match, earning them the right to take on (and lose to) World Champions Highland Hell.  The match ended in a hardcore fashion, but not in the way we expected.  It was the California Kid smashing a bottle over the head of Burnz before locking on the California Deathlock for the win.
    Well, if OA wants hardcore, the PXM is going to give them hardcore!!!
    The PXM came out first, carrying all the weapons they could hold.  OA came out next, carrying nothing but the Kid's surfboard.  A powerful weapon, but could they swing it like the PXM?

    Burnz and Battle never even bothered getting into the ring.  Wielding a hubcap and a chain of some sort, the PXM jumped the Overcompensators in the aisle.  But OA was ready!  Cal nailed Battle with a dropkick, he sent the hubcap into the side of his head.  Wally B ducked a shot by the chain and took Burnz down with a leg lariat.  He jumped onto the guardrail and hit Burnz with a flying lariat!  In the meantime, Cal smacking the hubcap upside Battle's head!
    OA was going hardcore and loving every minute of it.
    The Kids went to Slash Battle and began laying the boots into him.  Burnz got up and tackled Wally B, and Battle fought off the kicks to level Cal with a spinning lariat.  He then picked him up and dropped him with a vicious piledriver on the floor!  Battle then went over to Burnz, and the two of them pitched Wally B chest first onto the steel guardrail!  Burnz continually kicked Wally while he was down, while Battle went to drop and elbow on the Kid.  At the last second, Cal moved and Battle hit the floor hard!
    Wally B leaned against the guardrail as Crash Burnz tried to knock him in to the fans with a lariat.  Instead, Wally ducked and Burnz went flying into the first row along the aisle.
    Cal slowly got up off the floor and picked a hurt Battle up.  Somehow, he managed to get him up for a power bomb!  Battle hit the floor hard and awkward.  Cal jumped on to the guardrail and dropped a big elbow on Battle!  He went for the cover and got the two count!
    Burnz was climbing back in to the aisle.  Wally and Cal hooked up for a double lariat, but Burnz countered with a lariat of his own to each man!
    The action began to move closer towards the ring, where the ring apron started to come in to play.  Burnz whipped Cal into the apron, but Cal moved on an incoming charge, went to the ropes and came off on Burnz with an Asai moonsault!  Battle took Wally B's head into the ringsteps, busting him open.  This was a war, and the Overcompensators were faring much better than anybody thought they could.
    The kid hit Burnz with a superkick, flooring him.  He then climbed onto the apron and hit a 450 splash!  Incredible agility!  He went for the cover, but Battle broke it up.  He tossed the Kid into the guardrail.  Burnz went at him, and Battle followed.  The California Kid was being pummelled by kicks and the occasional chair shot.
    Wally B, bloody on the other side of the ring, had seen enough.  He got behind Battle and locked on a sleeperhold!  Battle wasn't having any of that, though.  He managed to wedge the chair between the top of his head and Wally's chin, grabbed the top of Wally's head with his other hand and hit a jawbreaker!!!  Both men were dazed, but Battle was able to slowly crawl over and make the cover!
    1...
        2...
            3!!!

Falls-Count-Anywhere Match:
The Philadelphia X-Treme Machine defeated Overcompensators Anonymous when Slash pinned B after a jawbreaker in 0:07:10.
Rating: ***

    Burnz, hearing the bell, went over to his partner and helped him off the ground.  The PXM proved that they are still an excellent team, and still masters of hardcore.  Perhaps this can be their first step to regaining some momentum in the tag team division.
    Backstage, Terry Sky was just arriving in the building.  Tricky Rick Clark, who had been searching around in the back, saw the late entrance.

CLARK:  Where the HELL have you been.

SKY:  Late.

CLARK:  Late?  Cute.  YOU'VE BEEN AVOIDING US ALL WEEK, TERRY!!!

SKY:  Can you blame me?

CLARK:  Um, who owns you, Sky? Oh, yeah.  It's me!

SKY:  Oh, yes massa!

CLARK:  Shut up!  That stunt you pulled in Jerry's match last week?  That's strike two, hobo.  You will not cross me again.

    Clark was poking his finger into Sky's chest.  Sky wasn't liking that one bit.

SKY:  You want to quit that?

CLARK:  Whadda ya gonna do to me, Terry?  Hit me?  Huh?  Huh?  I'm poking you!  Pokey Pokey Pokey!!!
 
    Clark then reared back and slapped Sky right in the face!  Sky cocked a fist, but Clark pointed right at him.

CLARK:  Touch me and you're gone!

---- Commercials ---

No Disqualification Rules
"The Rebel" Jerry Kent
vs
"Jumbo" Jack Flap

    Weeks ago at The Journey, Jerry Kent was humiliated when "Jumbo" Jack Flap, fresh out of retirement and completely out of shape, beat him one on one.  Jerry Kent has promised his revenge would come, and it looks like tonight's the night.  No disqualification, and that means no referee is going to have a hand in how this one turns out.
    Huff Hall came alive as the elder statesman of StB made his way down to the ring.  Now that StB has their internal problems mostly solved, they're back on that road to popularity... except Rick Clark, who's being a total jerk about this Terry Sky thing.  Either way, Jerry Kent made his way to the ring, soaked in a few cheers and then grabbed the ringside microphone.

KENT:  Okay, Fatass, I've carried the burden of my loss a bit to long, and with your big butt, that's a hernia guaranteed, so we'll close of by saying this is Jerry Kent saying good night, God Bless and let the fat-ass kicking commence!

    Kent wasn't messing around on this one.  He went in to Journey overconfident and distracted.  This time, he was ready to kick some ass.
    Jumbo came out next... and you couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy.  He comes out of retirement, widely booed because he was on the wrong side of West Bronco and StB, and now he's trying to fight for positive reaction against a landslide of resurgent StB popularity.  Some guys can't catch any breaks.  Jumbo came to the ring to pretty much no response and climbed in to the ring.  Jerry Kent started at him with a series of rights, and our match was underway.

    Kent was going after Jumbo like a man possessed.  He kept planting right hands into his face and, when Jumbo swung high and wide on a roundhouse, Kent grabbed him from behind and muscled him over for a back suplex that shook the arena!  Jumbo got up and was nailed by a couple of dropkicks from a fifty-four year old man.  Good ones, too.  Kent went for a lariat, but Jumbo countered with one of his own!  Kent went down and Jumbo crushed him with a splash!  He bounced off the ropes and went for the Winnipeg Whump!!!
    Fortunately, Kent was able to roll out of the way and Jumbo slammed his fat butt into the canvas.  Kent nearly lost it again right there.  Still, the splash from Jumbo had taken a lot out of him, and Kent was at a disadvantage.  Jumbo grabbed his legs and spun him around a few times in a Giant swing before dropping him to the ground. Jumbo, exhausted, leaned against the ropes for a second and then went to hit a falling headbutt.
    Kent moved!  He got up and immediately started brawling with the slower Jumbo.  Jumbo didn't have much of his old strength left, and Kent definitely had him in speed, so a brawl was in the Rebel's advantage.  Kent hit a couple of kneelifts, but on a third one, Jumbo managed to spike Kent down for a spinebuster!  He went for a cover and got a two count!
    Jumbo pressed his advantage, and by that I mean he pressed his enormous weight down on Kent every chance he got.  He kicked the Rebel outside and then, using the ring apron for support, stood on his stomach, trying to take all the wind out of him.  Jumbo then decided it was time to lay on even more hurt.  He grabbed a chair from ringside and placed it on Kent's head.  Forcefully, Jumbo kicked the chair.  Kent shuddered in pain on the ground.  Jumbo rolled him into the ring, brought the chair with him, and took Kent down with a Russian legsweep for another two count.
    Jumbo tossed Kent into the ropes and went for a backdrop.  Kent kicked Jumbo in his chest and hooked him up for a fisherman's suplex!  The move didn't do wonders for Kent's back, though, and he couldn't hold the bridge to make the cover.  Both men got up and a brawl was on.  This time, Jumbo managed to land all of his shots hard.  Kent was wobbling.  Jumbo picked him up and hit him with a shoulderbreaker!  Still holding on, he dropped Kent with a powerslam and followed up with a diving headbutt!!!  Cover!
    1...
        2...
            NO!!!  SHOULDER!!!  Jumbo, looking to put things away, locked on a clawhold.  Kent wasn't ready to give, though.  His fingers found their way into Jumbo's eyes, breaking the hold.  Kent got up and nailed Jumbo with a lariat.  A second one put the big man down on the canvas.  Kent climbed to the second turnbuckle and dropped an elbow on Jumbo's skull!  Cover!!!
    1...
        2...
            NO!!!  Kickout!  Somehow, Jumbo was finding energy deep within.  Maybe it was those ten stacks of pancakes from last week finally digesting.  Kent picked Jumbo up and hook him for the Reb-Driver!  But he couldn't pick him up!  Jumbo countered with a backdrop, dropped an elbow and then picked Kent up and locked him in a bearhug!
    Kent was fading fast.  A four hundred pound man was squeezing down on his ribs.  There didn't look to be any escape at all.  After a minute, Kent looked like he was gone.  The referee checked his arm.  It fell once... it fell twice!  The third time... UP!!!  Kent quickly broke the hold with a series of earringers.  He kicked Jumbo below the belt, and then grabbed the chair Jumbo had brought into the ring with him.  He smacked Jumbo in the back, tossed the chair behind him and hit a Russian legsweep onto the chair!  Kent rolled over and made the cover!
    1...
        2...
            3!!!

No-Countout-No-DQ-Match:
Jerry Kent defeated Jumbo Jack Flap after a Russian legsweep in 0:12:10.
Rating: **

    Jerry Kent had done it!  He had avenged his humiliating loss at The Journey with a great, great victory.  Jumbo had put up more of a fight than anybody thought he could, but he was down and out on the mat.  Jerry Kent was victorious!
    Backstage, we saw Major Force in a strategy session.  The match between Alexander "The Grater" and Skarzz was coming up next!!!