Jordan and Greg St. Matthews vs "La Muerte Negra"

[jordanciserano]

::The camera turns on to Jordan Ciserano after his match and loss at Revenge. He walks through the curtain and where there are wrestlers lined up down the hallway with cheerful expressions and champagne bottles ready to celebrate CJ Phoenix’s Alpha Championship win. Jordan sees this and walks right by, shaking his head half in defeat and half in disgust that all the praise will not be for him or what he did during the match. He keeps walking, and walking, and walking through the mass of people that are there anticipating the new champion to go through the curtain, but Jordan wants no part in it. He walks into the locker room inside of the Prudential Center and collapses onto a chair, exhausted over the match that he fought for nothing. He grabs a water bottle and drinks, still catching his breath and cooling himself down from the competition he had which is when he begins to speak sounding discouraged.::

Jordan Ciserano: Damn.

::Jordan finishes the bottle of water and tosses it across the room into a garbage can which appears to take more energy out of Jordan than he had. He moves his hair out of his face that is dripping with sweat down his head and back and continues speaking.::

Jordan Ciserano: Another title match, another loss… Another title match, another loss. Another opportunity that I was given because I was winning and because I was putting out such a great product that I was seen as championship material. But every time a title shot comes, no matter what title, it has always ended the same way.

::Jordan smacks his leg creating an echoing sound that goes around the room. You see that Jordan isn’t so much sad as he is disappointed that yet again he wasn’t able to get the job done in a big title match. Disappointed that he couldn’t become the first Alpha Champion and bring the prestige he wanted to it.::

Jordan Ciserano: I was on the best string of wins in my career beating former champions and a man who is going to be in the main event of this show fighting for the World Championship, but when the match that mattered finally came, when the actual title was up for grabs, I lost.

::Jordan hears the cheers coming from down the hallway which means the champion had arrived to the backstage area and Jordan just shakes his head more in disbelief over how he wasn’t the one that won the match.::

Jordan Ciserano: How didn’t I win? Everything was going in my favor and the next thing I knew I was outside on the floor looking up at the ceiling. One moment I was nearly at a title, the next I was hearing a three count, the wrong man’s music, and the wrong name being announced as “the neeeeeeeeeewwwwwwww Alphaaaaaaa Championnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”

::Jordan doesn’t his best mockery of the announcers voice and says something under his breath along the lines of “stupid idiot.” Jordan then goes into his locker and takes out an ice pack from a cooler and places it on his right shoulder which hit the outside of the ring first. While wrapping it into place so he doesn’t need to hold it he continues speaking of the match.::

Jordan Ciserano: You know what annoys me the most of all of this too? I wasn’t the one who was pinned. Weird to hear, I know it didn’t sound right in my head either, but it really is freakin’ annoying. You fight for half an hour only to be dumped out the ring and lose a match because another person couldn’t kick out and then you’ll know what I’m talking about.

::Jordan grabs a piece of athletic tape from his locker and finishes putting the icepack into place after a lot of adjusting so that it’s sitting just right.::

Jordan Ciserano: Honestly I’d rather lose with my shoulders to the mat any day of the week over losing a match despite never being pinned. At least when I’m being pinned I know that the other person honestly beat me; they outwrestled me, hurt me, and now are showing their dominance by winning against me. I know who the better man was in that ring and the champion knows they are better than I am.

::Jordan knows that anyone who is listening knows that it sounds like Jordan would rather lose than win so he looks up in thought of a better way to put what he is saying taking his time with each word to make sure it comes out right.::

Jordan Ciserano Let me put it this way… losing a fatal four way despite never getting pinned is a lot like a tie in sport. You weren’t good enough to win, but you weren’t responsible for a loss leaving you with an empty feeling, you know, something missing. No sadness for loss, no happiness for winning, just feeling bad for not doing either. No closure in defeat, no triumph in victory, just one thought… that the winner still isn’t better than you are.

::Jordan smirks at the camera with the last piece, that the winner still isn’t better, gaining the impression that Jordan still believes that he is the rightful Alpha champion which he chooses to elaborate more on, still careful with his words as he doesn’t want anything being taken out of context.::

Jordan Ciserano: That’s nothing to take away from CJ Phoenix, he’s an amazing athlete, an amazing speaker, and a tremendous wrestler, it’s just he still hasn’t beaten me. He won the match, sure, but he never defeated the biggest threat to him inside of that ring. He never pinned me, never submitted me, never got me counted out, never got me to say “I quit,” never climbed out of a cage, never outlasted me for an hour, never got me disqualified, and never defeated me. He look the easy road and threw me out of the ring so he could get a cheap win… already giving great prestige to that belt right?

::Jordan gives another smirk to his sarcastic comment knowing that in that situation he would’ve tried to hit CJ with a superkick or a suplex before winning the match, still showing that he is outwrestling each competitor in the ring.::

Jordan Ciserano: Needless to say I still want the Alpha Championship while there’s still time to save it from more weak finishes and disappointed fans. I want a singles match, where the best man will win and be the Alpha Champion. No losses due to another competitor, no wins from cheap tactics. A simple, dark as night, bright as day, wrestling match. One, if given the chance, I will win against CJ Phoenix. I’ll see you all next week.

::Jordan salutes to the camera with a smile knowing that if he can manage to get a match against CJ Phoenix at some point in the near future that the Alpha Championship will be his. He grabs another water bottle and puts his icepack back in the cooler before waving to the camera and walking out of the locker room with a sense that he will be back for the Alpha Championship very soon.::

::The next scene opens to an unknown location. The room is dark with nothing but a single candle lighting up a portion of the room. In what you can see there is a metal table and a steel chair set up for a man to sit down in them. You see a shadow go across the light nearly putting the camera out with the swift wind from the speed it was moving. You see it cross again and point at the camera before the figure moves his finger down and another candle illuminates, it moves it’s finger again and illuminates more and more until the entire room is revealed to be a giant brick room with nothing more in it then what you could see before. You see the full outline of the figure who then moves his hands up creating an intense light before moving it down putting every candle out, returning into darkness. A few moments pass of silence before you hear the chair screech out and then two claps turning on the light in the form of a lamp above it’s head. The man removes the hood to reveal that it was Jordan Ciserano all along who now has a giant smile on his face.::  

Jordan Ciserano: Bienvenidos amigos, amigas, y mis enemigos en mi competition de lucha. Ojala que tu te gusta mi espejismo, es muy dificil con nunca tiempo para practica.

  ::Jordan winks at the camera imitating his opponents for this week’s edition of Slam, “La Muerte Negra,” speaking some Spanish and doing illusions for no particular reason but to compensate for his lack of mastery in the Spanish language, but you can tell he’s done it before.::  

Jordan Ciserano: I think I’m going to stop speaking Spanish while I’m ahead you know?  

::Jordan laughs a big before pointing the lamp down towards his face and returning to a serious expression.:: 

Jordan Ciserano: The Black Death. An interesting name that I know very well from studying history relating to the Bubonic Plague that took place during the Middle Ages that killed millions of Europeans devastating civilization as they knew it. Death at every corner, nobody untouched by the disease that didn’t stop until all those who weren’t blessed with the immuned gene were dead. Luckily everyone who is living today has an immunity to the black death, they’re ancestors survived it who passed that trait down the line so now the Bubonic Plague is but a thing of the past. 

::Jordan hits the lamp over his head so that it is swinging, giving it an effect straight out of a horror movie where vision is blurred making the viewer have to double check what they are seeing.::

  Jordan Ciserano: That’s the crash course version of Middle Age disease but the ending is something that I can’t stress enough… The Black Death is a thing of the past. It’s gone. It’s outta here. It’s not coming back. The world has evolved, the people have gotten smarter and stronger, and the Black Death is simply nothing.  

::Jordan stops the lamp from moving and claps turning the light off which is where you head him say "nothing like this light, it can be turned on, yes, but in a moment it can be gone." Once he says it he claps and the light turns on again to him in completely different clothing then he was before with a book in front of him.::

Jordan Ciserano: Much like in the historical sense this also applies to the tag team that I am facing with my former foe now friend Greg St. Matthews. They appear scary, they say threats, they seem like something that could kill you, but in reality Greg and I can stop them with a shot to the arm and a few kicks to the head. Black Death have nothing to say that scares us, and nothing to show that will impress us. We will fight them and much like the disease the only place they will be is in the history books as something that we as a people, as a group, defeated.  

::Jordan raises the open book to the air and closes it so dust flies throughout the air.::

Jordan Ciserano: There are three members to “La Muerte Negra” Perro, Vaquero, y Cráneo; Dog, Cowboy, Skull. Their names make as much sense as thinking they are going to win, they don’t, but that’s a story for another time. What I must address however is how Greg St. Matthews and I will take down each of these men.  

Jordan Ciserano: Unlike in my last tag match this group is not just thrown together because they look good, they are an actual team. A team with a manager and moves that work well together giving them a good boost when it comes to chemistry and knowing each other in the ring. If you look at Greg and I however, you see we are just like “La Muerte Negra” in that sense. We have faced each other twice meaning that we know each others move sets and how they can work off of each other, we have chemistry as we did steal the show at “The Ultimate Showdown,” and we have been working hard together to make sure that miscommunication simply can’t happen leaving “La Muerte Negra’s” advantage null.

::Jordan makes an "X" with his hands deleting any advantage that "La Muerte Negra" had in being a formal team as everything that they have, Greg and Jordan have due to their bouts together and their common goals.::

  Jordan Ciserano: “La Muerte Negra” do hit hard though having more of a powerhouse kind of feel behind it with each member able to knock down an opponent in their path. That skill also becomes useless though when you see that Greg and I are two of the quickest guys in the ring. Greg is the highflyer that puts his body on the line, so he flips, he hits, and he makes an impact where he goes. I am technical so that when I see a move coming at me I can counter it or dodge it in a split second. All Greg and I have to do is work together to fuse these two styles together and “La Muerte Negra” have nothing to stop us because you can’t hit what you can’t see.   

::Jordan holds up another "X" as the hard hitting style of "La Muerte Negra" won't have as big as an effect of Greg and Jordan as it would a normal team. You can't see them, you can't hit them, and even if you did you're advantage wouldn't last long as the next man would learn from that mistake.::

Jordan Ciserano: I’ll give them a chance though, say they do hit one of us and they do gain an upper hand. I know Greg, it took everything in myself to be able to put him down. I know myself, it takes more than most have to put me down. You put those two together and you have a team that isn’t going to quit because they were hit hard. You have a team that if you smack them, they’re only going to get angrier, they’re only going to get meaner, and they’re only going to beat you that much harder. That’s the team of Greg St. Matthews and myself. We’re skilled, we’re resilient to any move, and we’re motivated on never stopping until we win.  

::Jordan hold's up one last "X" before holding up three fingers with his right hand, then he makes a gun with the other hand and "shoots" each finger down until there is no more remaining, no chance to defeat Greg and Jordan.::

Jordan Ciserano: “La Muerte Negra” you boys don’t scare either of us because we know that you can’t stop us. You can suplex, you can punch and kick, but you can’t stop us, we’re good as individuals but we’re great as a team and when we fuse together you won’t stand a chance. You’re the Black Death, ok, but we’re the Death of any career that you were going to have in WCF.  

Jordan Ciserano: Buena Suerte Amigos, preparar para el peor por que Greg St. Matthews conmigo igual dolor y un frascaso para ti.   

::Jordan smiles at the camera at his last words of "Good Luck Mates, prepare for the worst because Greg St. Matthews with me equals pain and a lost for you." Once more he taps the lamp so it moves back and forth before Jordan claps once, then claps again with him gone from his seat preforming another illusion. He knows he can work with Greg St. Matthews, he knows they will win together, and he knows that the Black Death will be gone once again.::