BEAST

Entering SXW just a bit shy of the first draft, he rose to the ranks and became the first ever SXW Champion, that being Hard-core Champion, he has gained much respect and will accept any challenge, his feud with Voivod spring boarded his career and he shows no signs of letting up !

OMEGA vs. BRIMSTONE

Standard Match
25 minute time limit

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MICHAEL RICHARDSON
vs. JUVENILE


Hell in the Cell Match
25 minute time limit

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EVIL DOERS ....... BEWARE ! 

The scene: An old rusted out boiler room. Dim light filters in from a dirty window high above the damp floor. Water drips in the background, making quiet "plip-plop" sounds.

Ripples flow over a small puddle that has formed on the floor. The camera zooms in on this puddle, until it fills the entire screen.

After a couple of seconds, the slowly moving almost mirror like surface of the puddle is shattered by the sudden impact of a red boot. The camera slowly pans upwards, and we see the owner of this boot, in full battle regalia.

The red boot is knee high and ends with a fold that is emblazoned with a golden trim. Above this fancy boot-top is a large, muscular thigh, wrapped in white spandex and trimmed at the side with gold.

Above these massive legs is a chiseled torso, one so massive and majestic, it would make Atlas and Adonis question their own existence. A large golden L is encircled and emblazoned upon the center of this Olympian chest.

Connected on each side are two massive arms, resembling great pillars of stone, capable of bearing the greatest weight and delivering crushing blows to anything that was impeding their work. Again, all clad in white with golden trim.

And atop this hulking, brutish form, a head that would make Batman wonder if he had gotten into the wrong line of work. A square jaw, framed by a red cowl.

The upper portion of the face is covered by this red cowl, and only white eye slits de-note the presence of Earthly senses, as the nose and ears are completely hidden from view.

And behind him, a full flowing golden cape flaps gently, as if there were a perpetual breeze blowing under it.

The thin, pursed lips part ever so slightly as the masked man begins to speak:

"Let it be known that from this day forward, the SXW is hereby under the protection of the new Morality Squad. I, err, that is to say, WE stand for Freedom, Justice and the American way.

I have battled crime for quite some time and have decided to come here, for evil seems to run rampant in the world of wrestling."

"So, be fore warned! If you intend to befoul this federation with evil and general nastiness, You will have to answer to me!"

"I am Justice ."

"I am the LAW.

"I am The Legionnaire."

With that, he turns and walks off camera.

After a few seconds we hear a dull thud and the clang of metal...

" OUCH!! Son of a ..."