Post by Al Envy on Dec 14, 2010 22:03:44 GMT -5
Name: NEW Tension In Texas 2010
Date: March 13th 2010
Venue: Reliant Stadium
Location: Houston, Texas
Date: March 13th 2010
Venue: Reliant Stadium
Location: Houston, Texas
BOOM!!
Pyro's shoot across the ceiling as we go live into the astrodome at Houston Texas. We then see and hear the theme song for Tension in Texas which is Shock by Pro Pain.
We then go to Clark and Vince at there commentary set.
Cb- Hello everyone and welcome to Tension in Texas!!
Vw- Oh what a night we have on pay per view.
Cb- I can not wait!!
We then cut to the ring announcer Tom.
10,000 Tacks Match
The Assassin vs. Razor
The Assassin vs. Razor
Tom- The following is a Ten Thousand Tacks match!! Coming to the ring first THE ASSASSIN!!!!
The Assasin's theme plays and out he walks down and into the ring.
Tom- And now his opponent RAZOR!!!!!!!!
Razors theme plays and out walks Razor down and into the ring.
[Razor and Assassin lock up in the center of the ring, Razor looking to get the quick power advantage, looses his footing in the thumbtacks as his back foot slides along their slick surfaces, allowing Assassin to gain the upper hand with a front face lock.]
VW: Notice Assassin is not taking him to the canvas.
CB: not yet, and this may prove to be more exhausting for Razor, as Assassin is leaning his weight down on top of him.
VW: Who cares about exhausting, I wanna see some blood.
CB: I am sure it will come to that very soon Vince, it's the first 30 seconds of the first match on the card, chill!
[Razor whipped across the ring by Assassin, who catches him coming off with a knee to the gut and Razor the first to go down in the tacks. Assassin quick to drop an elbow on Razor, who grabs at his back as he attempts to get up from the tacks.]
CB: Umm he is defiantly going to need tweezers when this one is through?
WV: Him? Something tells me that they both will, look at Assassin's leg!
[Razor back to his feet now, eying the Assassin with a look of fury as the two slowly circle one another, Razor and Assassin colliding with one another in the center of the ring, Assassin looking for the collar and elbow but Razor attacking with rights and lefts and clubbing forearm shots to the back of the head, Assassin firing back with shots to the body and a European uppercut which bring Razor to his toes. Assassin with a second and third Uppercut, halting the forearm shots from Razor for a moment before Razor, with a knee to the midsection, driving the air out of Assassin, before taking him down with a quick DDT.]
VW: OH MAN! That is NOT the way I would want to go down into those thumbtacks, face first, that is not a good thing for Assassin.
[Razor reaching down to pull him up, and Assassin answering with yet another stunning uppercut, giving him time to get back to his feet, Assassin with tacks sticking to his forehead, in his hair, in his head and arms. Razor with a right hand, Assassin blocking, stuns him with a headbutt, he hooks him for a Northern Lights suplex and plants him in the tacks!]
CB: That has got to hurt Assassin as much as it hurts Razor.
VW: Well no one truly knows what Assassin's threshold for pain is, but we have all heard Razor's and that didn't even come close to scratching the surface of it!
[Assassin climbing up out of the tacks, which stick to his shirt, pants and skin in places. Blood oozes from several puncture holes on both men as Razor is pulled to his feet by Assassin. Razor lunging at the Assassin, takes him to the tacks once again and Razor throwing punches to the head in the mess of steel now, before climbing back to his feet and stomping away at Assassin.]
CB: What the hell is he trying to do, stomp the man into the tacks?
VW: No, I believe he is trying to stomp the tacks into the man!
CB: Well damn!!!
[Assassin's back coated with the tacks like little clinging parasites as Razor pulls him back to his feet and whips him into a corner. Razor comes charging in behind him, but Assassin gets the feet up only to have Razor stop short and grab hold of them, and yank Assassin out of the corner the hard way and the Assassin lands on the back of his head and neck in the tacks!!!]
CB: Well that is the first major ouch moment of the night and look at Assassin grab the back of his head!
VW: Look at the tacks, there looks to be three of four imbedded in the skull of The Assassin!!!
[ Razor pulling him to his feet now and whipping him across the ring once again, Assassin off the ropes, ducks a clothesline Razor turns around, right into a boot to the midsection and Razor with a quick snap suplex takes Razor back down to the tacks!]
CB: if I didn't know any better, I would think those two men actually liked being down there on the mat!
VW: You have be able to appreciate a little pain in order to win! Beside dumb ass to win you have to be on the mat to get the pin.
CB: What up
VW: I'm just saying.
[Razor rolling to his knees, Assassin reaching down to pull him to his feet, is quickly brought down to his knees as well with a low blow from Razor who climbs to his feet and heads into the ropes. Two clubbing blows to the top of the head followed by a dropkick to the back of the head by Razor, and Assassin is down in the tacks once again, but already looking to climb back to his feet. Razor there to offer a little assistance, pulls him up and backs him into the ropes, then whips him across the ring, clothesline attempt by Razor, Assassin ducks underneath it and heads into the ropes once again, Razor into the ropes on the opposite side, but Assassin catches him coming off with a flying clothesline!]
CB: I love how he goes in with the elbow and follows through with the upper arm, that damn near knocked Razor senseless, look at him wallowing in the tacks down there.
VW: Well I hope this guy doesn't have to go through a metal detector anytime soon, cause I'm pretty sure he would be detained!
[Assassin reaching down to pull Razor up, pump handle slam but Assassin deposits Razor right back down in the tacks and Assassin with the cover.]
1...
2...
[Kickout]
CB: First pinfall attempt of the evening and folks.
VW: True, but thankfully, this match isn't over! I want to see more blood.
CB: You would say something like that Vince, there is nothing thankful about it.
VW: Well speaking of bloodshed Clark, I hope you are happy, because Razor is bleeding from over 3 dozen puncture wounds to the back and arms right now, and Assassin is bleeding from well over a dozen different places as well.
CB: Yeah and the back of head STILL has what looks to be three tacks imbedded in it! Wait you are the one who brought up blood and no I am not happy.
[Assassin clubbing Razor on the back of the neck as he sits up before pulling him the rest of the way to his feet, high knee lift to the face of Razor by Assassin who throws him down to the tacks back first. Razor once again grabbing his back, a look of excruciating pain on his face as he rolls in the tacks, trying to get to his knees. Tacks cling to him as he struggles to get back to his feet.]
CB: hey what's he got in his hands?
VW: Who?
CB: Razor!
[Razor tossing a handful of thumbtacks into the fact of The Assassin before spearing him down into the tacks]
VW/CB: OUCH!!!!!!!!
Crowd: THUMBTACKS RULE!!!!! THUMBTACKS RULE!!!!! THUMBTACKS RULE!!!!!!!
[Razor unleashing with a flurry of punches to the head and face of the Assassin before pulling him to his feet and whipping him across the ring. Assassin a walking advertisement for tweezers runs right into a Spinebuster from Razor who is again wailing away with the punches once he has Assassin down in the tacks.]
CB: Razor seems to be working on the back of Assassin now, and those sharp points cannot be helping things along any!
VW: Absolutely not and now look at Razor, stomping on Assassin's back as he tries to climb to his knees!!!
[Razor catching him in the small of the back with an elbow as well and Assassin send face down into the tacks following a second one. Razor stomping on the back of the Assassin now, impeding several attached tacks into the skin and Assassin screaming in pain!!!]
CB: Razor really managed to turn the tide with that fist full of thumbtacks he threw into the face of Assassin, but can he capitalize on it?!
[Razor pulling Assassin to his feet, now, whips him into the ropes then catches him coming off and elevated him with a flapjack sending him face first to the mat. Assassin lifting his head out of the tacks and trying to roll, obviously in pain as several more tacks are imbedded in the forehead and cheeks of the Assassin! Blood wells up from several puncture wounds as well, including one just above the eye.]
CROWD: THAT'S GOTTA SUCK!!!!! THAT'S GOTTA SUCK!!!!! THAT'S GOTTA SUCK!!!!!
CB: MY GOD HE COULD HAVE BLINDED THE MAN DOING THAT!
VW: Anything to win Clark, besides that's what the ambulances are here for.
CB: No win, no title shot is worth ending a career over, or loosing ones sight for that matter!
[ Razor pulling Assassin to his feet boots him in the midsection, hooks him with a double underhook then nails him with a tiger driver on the tacks!!!!!!!]
CB: Take no Prisoners!!!!!
VW: He hit it but can he get the pin??
[Razor with the cover]
1....
2....
[Kickout!!!!!!!]
CB: The Assassin proving once again why he is what he is, taking that tiger driver in the tacks and still finding the strength to kick out and just look at him!
[Assassin bleeding from the face, from the back, from the head, from the arms, Razor in pretty much the same condition, Razor pulling him back to his feet and whipping him into the ropes now, Assassin managing a reversal, Razor into the ropes and Assassin catches him coming off with a drop toe hold that sends him face first into the tacks!!!!!]
VW: NOW RAZOR EATING THOSE PINS!!!!
CB: For the last time they are thumbtacks!!!!!!!!!!!
[Assassin grabbing Razor by the back of the head and grinding his face into the tacks as the crowd screams for blood]
CB: MY GOD! Assassin ripping the skin, the face right off of Razor, just viciously grinding his face into these tiny bits of steel.
VW: Yeah and listen to these fans, they are loving every second of this match!
[Assassin finally pulling Razor up by the hair and hooking him for a hammerlock northern lights suplex. Assassin hitting the first then rolling, to hit a second and a third and Razor looking like a pincushion and half dead on his feet as Assassin makes the cover]
1...
2...
...
CB: NOOO!!!!
VW: WHAT??!!!!!!!
[THE REFEREE HOLDING TWO FINGERS IN THE AIR!!!!!]
VW: Razor got the shoulders up!!!!!!
CB: Why the hell would he want to do something as stupid as that!!!!!
VW: Maybe to win?!
[Assassin pulling Razor back to his feet, Razor with the low blow followed by a jaw breaker on Assassin before sending him back first to the mat once more with a scoop slam. Razor down to his knees though, looking exhausted and hardly able to see as he takes a moment to wipe the blood from his eyes along with two of the more loosely clinging tacks before using the ropes to climb back to his feet.]
CB: Razor may have stifled the attack of Assassin, but he really doesn't have much left over to put The Assassin away!
VW: Yeah so pretty much all he has done is slow his own demise and piss Assassin off, neither of which is a very good thing tonight!
[Razor over to Assassin, looking to pull The Assassin to his feet, Assassin with a quick inside cradle.]
1...
2...
[Kickout!!!!!]
CB: Hasn't he figured out yet it is safer for him to just stay down?
VW: Apparently not!!!!!
Razor then waits as Assassin gets to his feet and he nails a huge REVERSE DDT!!!! Howver Razor isn't done he brings Assasian to his feet again and nails yet another REVERSE DDT!!! He then makes the cover!
1.....
2....
3....
Ding!!
Tom- Here is your winner he is RAZOR!!!!!!!!!!
Winner by Pinfall: Razor
The scene opens backstage where Ari Spears, Late Night Televisions top leading lady, is sitting in her locker room. Outside the door are dozens of fans, all wanting to meet the Queen of Late Night Television. The guards however have other ideas, as they push the crowd back, trying to get them out of the arena.
Beside Ari is her manager, Paul, who's spiked blonde hair is the thing of fancy with the diva right now.
"What are you doing?," Paul asks the restless Ari, who seems to be sniffing and pawing at the man's head.
"I'm givin ya a little hair action," Ari responds, "It's so soft and awesome."
"Ari, we're not here to mess with my hair. You have a match tonight against Larissa May, some struggling actress who wants to shine."
"Blech. She makes me sick. Little miss gotta have everything."
"Sounds a lot like you, Arissa," Paul says as he browses the NEW website.
"HEY!," Ari replies, punching him in the head, "I told ya not to call me that! My name has been legally changed to Ari. No more Arissa."
"Ok, calm down. Look at this," he then says, noting to his computer. Ari looks over, seeing the profile of Hunter Valentyne on the NEW roster page.
"So? What does this guy have to do with anything?"
"Ari, accourding to this, he's the president of your fan club and website."
Perking up, she looks over to his profile, reading the information listed on him.
"Ooooh, that's AriFan01? He looks coolio. So, he's in the Edge now?"
"It appears so. He says he has some plans for you, and is here to make sure those plans are set into motion."
"Hmmm, I wonder what he means by plans," Ari thinks as she gets up to rummage through her bag.
Pulling out a pink and black pair of torn tights, and a tiny pink brassier, she looks at the clock, noticing her match is soon approaching.
So, as Paul continues to read the profile, Ari strips her clothes off, getting ready for her debut.
Looking over at a sound, Paul see's the perfectly curved, lucious body of The Widow, and gags. He tries to cover his eyes, but cannot stop from staring at her round, beautiful breasts, or her smooth vaginal region.
"Can't you do that elsewhere?," Paul cries out, embarrased at seeing her nude.
"Oh, sorry. Forgot you were here. You like what you see?"
"Uh...umm..I uh," Paul sutters out, not knowing how to react.
"Hey darling, put that laptop away. I'll give you some lap action."
The scene then fades as Ari procedes to removing her managers pants, only minutes from her match.
Singles Match
Ari Spears vs. Larissa May
Ari Spears vs. Larissa May
[ We cut back in from a promo for New Edge's next ppv. ]
Cb- Did you see that??
Vw- Did I ever.
Cb- I sure hope she wipes her lips before she comes out.
Vw- That's just wrong.
Tom- The following match is a one falls singles match. Making her way to the ring first Larissa May!!!
" Like a Virgin plays "
Larissa May walks out to the ramp way with a extremly focused look on her face as she goes right down to the ring and rolls in.
Tom- And her opponent ARI SPEARS!!!
" Sick by Bif Naked plays "
Ari Spears walks out to the ramp way with a compact mirror in her right hand as she is trying to put her lip stick back on. She however never gets the chance to put it all the way on due to Larissa May running out to meet her!!!
DING!!
Cb- Larissa is on a mission and she did not give poor Ari time to put her lip stick back on ha-ha.
Vw- Hey I happen to like Ari.
Cb- You would.
Ari and Larissa continue to fight on the ramp way as the ref has begun a ten count. Larissa then drags Ari by her hair back to ringside and tosses her into the ring. May then rolls into the ring but Ari was waiting and drove her knee into the back of Larissa's head. Ari now with the advantage begins to kick the shit out of Larissa until the ref pulls her off when she failed to back up at the count of 5.
Cb- Dq her ass.
Vw- The ref is not going to dq her for something that simple.
Ari now waits as Larissa comes to her feet Ari then charges at her but Larissa moves out of the way and Ari hits the turnbuckle face first. Larissa bounces off the ropes nailing a running close line to Ari knocking her off her feet. Larissa then mounts Ari screaming out in anger and begins to punch away until the ref pulls her off. Larissa then snarls at the ref as he backs up from her. However Ari got a chance to get to her feet from this but got met right on from a drop kick by Larissa.
Cb- Larissa has been training hard for this match and it shows.
Vw- I agree but so has Ari.
Cb- I don't call training with your mouth real training.
Vw- Hey in some places they do.
Larissa who had been in charge through pretty much most of the match went for a bull dog but Ari shoved her off which turned the tide of the match for a little while and Ari then went on the attack with a series of elbow drops and a leg drop. However Larissa's anger soon helped her get up and once again turn the table on Ari as she hit another standing drop kick on ARI but Ari feel INTO THE REF knocking the REF down!
Cb- The ref is dow!!
Vw- Oh what the hell Larissa just went outside the ring and grabbed a chair.
Cb- I think Ari is going to get her face messed up!!
As Larissa rolls into the ring and raises the chair into the air suddenly from out of the crowd comes HUNTER VALENTYNE! He rolls into the ring and takes the chair away from Larissa!!
Cb- What the hell?
Vw- Didn't you hear Hunter is her number one fan.
Larissa then begins to scream at Valentyne who then takes the chair and WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!! He nails Larissa with the chair right over her head and Larissa is out cold!!!! Hunter then yells for Ari to make the cover and she smiles and crawls over to cover Larissa. Valentyne then rolls out of the ring as the ref slowly comes around to make the count.
1......
2.....
3.....!!!!
Ding!!!!
Tom- Here is your winner Ari Spears!!!
Cb- Such bullshit!
Vw- Hey he was just protecting the star damn it!
[ Hunter walks up the ramp way with a evil smile on his face while Ari celebrates in the ring as we cut to a message from our sponser. ]
Winner by Pin Fall: Ari Spears
"Scene fades into the back behind the curtain where a bunch of New Edge Wrestling officials and agents are standing around trying to make sure the show runs smoothly on their end, and up to this point it has. Suddenly we see the NEW's newest and brightest star walk onto the scene along with his two tiny body guards dressed like secret service agents. Johnny Stylez is dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a black 4:19 t-shirt that reads GoT A MiNuTe?? on the back and can be found at NEW merch stands and online...
Stylez and his tiny posse attempt to make their way through the curtain casually like they are scheduled to do so. But a group of officials alarmed by Stylez attempted and unscheduled interruption block his passage. Then one finally works up the courage to say something."
NEW Official Jeff: Hold it right there Mr. Stylez, where in the hell do you think you're going?
"Stylez's arrogant smirk vanishes, as he looks at his two tiny amigos, then at the officials, and then at the curtain with a crazy look, as it is blatantly obvious at this point where in the hell he thinks he is going."
LA Johnny Stylez: Well I can see you didn't get this job because of your brain, but since I can see you are confused let me go ahead and answer your idiotic question...I'm GOING TO THE FUCKING RING YA MORON! Now get the hell outta my way, your wasting precious time, and as I am sure my cousin has told you TIME IS MONEY, now MOVE!!!
"Stylez then tries to push through the crowd but is still denied passage. Stylez now is visibly aggravated as he takes a long sigh and removes his sunglasses and glares hard at Jeff and says."
LA Johnny Stylez: Is English your second language moron? I am going to ask you nicely only one time...so here it goes...WILL YOU PLEASE GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE I MANGLE YOUR FACE?...There now I can promise you it won't get much nicer if I have to ask you again.
NEW Official Jeff: I'm sorry Mr. Stylez but I cannot let you go out to the ring right now.
LA Johnny Stylez: Why the hell not?
NEW Official Jeff: Because you are not scheduled, and I have orders to make sure everything happens according to schedule...So I suggest you and your two midget friends turn aro...
LA Johnny Stylez: Stop right there ass hat! While we are making suggestions allow me to make one of my own. I suggest you shut that hole two inches below your nose, and get the fuck out of our way before the only schedule you are worrying about is when the doctors are able to schedule your next reconstructive surgery. Because let me put it to you plainly fuckhead, me and Mr. Tibbz and Jacobi are going out there one way or the other, and there aint shit you or anyone in this line can do about it! So the way I see it...I'm sorry whats your name?
NEW Official Jeff: Jeff, my name is Jeff
LA Johnny Stylez: Right Jim, whatever...The way I see it is you have a few options here. Option one you do the smart and right thing in shutting your mouth and moving out of my way, because lets face it what I am going out there to do is three billion times more entertaining than whatever curtain jerking snooze fest is scheduled up next. Or you can choose option two, and you can keep doing what you are doing and I force my way through this curtain and you wind up in the hospital having your meals fed to you through a straw, cause like I said either way I'm going out to that ring...So please take advantage of this opportunity I have gracefully given to you to prove that you aren't half as stupid as you look!
"Jeff doesn't take too kindly to Stylez mocking demeanor, and doesn't seem he is going to comply with Stylez request, as he raises his voice"
NEW Official Jeff: I'M THE ONE IN CHARGE HERE JOHNNY! THE ANSWER IS NO, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO THAT RING, WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE???
LA Johnny Stylez: So no is your answer?
NEW Official Jeff: HELL NO!!!!
LA Johnny Stylez: You sure about that Jim?
NEW Official Jeff: MY NAME IS JEFF, AND I'M SURE THE ONLY WAY YOUR GETTING TO THAT RING IS OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!
LA Johnny Stylez: Ya know, I believe we can arrange that. Mr. Tibbz, Mr. Jacobi ... take care of this guy he is wasting our time...
"Before Jeff has time to react, Mr. Chris Jacobi takes out a tiny tazer and sticks it in Jeff's crotch and presses the button. Jeff's eyes cross, and jaw drops as an overwhelming pain shoots through his body, as his knees give out and his body smacks the floor. His body jerks and shakes violently on the floor as Jacobi and Tibbz point and laugh and high five each other. Stylez then looks up at the other officials blankly and asks"
LA Johnny Stylez: Anyone else wanna try and stop us?....Didn't think so...Hey mistro...hit the music!!!!
" Stylez then reaches in his pocket and pulls out a tightly rolled joint and puts it behind his ear, puts his sunglasses on and walks through the curtain as "COLD" by Crossfade blares in the arena and the crowd pops huge as Stylez makes his way through the curtain. As his two tiny body guards follow him before the make their way through the curtain Mr. Ronald Tibbs for good measure with all of his little fury kicks Jeff square in the face. The scene then switches to the ring where we watch the Paragona of Americana make his entrance...
~*~ 4:19 ~*~ -GoT- -A- -MiNuTe?!?- -Flashes over the titantron, as green smoke begins to fill the entry way. The arena goes completely blackand then
~ExPLoSiOn~ -Looking Back At Me- -I See That I Never Really Got It Right- - I Never Stopped To Think Of You- -Im Always Wrapped Up In Things I Cannot Win- -You Are The Antidote That Gets Me By- - Something Strong Like A Drug That Gets Me- -H.I.G.H.-
Cold by Crossfade plays over the loud speaker as out struts the Paragona of Americana , LA Johnny Stylez. Stylez moves with the rhythm of the music while yelling at the crowd. Naturally Stylez is met with a course of boos so loud that it almost shakes the arena. Stylez is dressed in a pair of baggy cargo pants and he is wearing a P.o.P T-shirt Outsiders style. On the front of the shirt is P.o.P in white bold letters with (Players of Perfection) written in captions. Stylez is wearing a pair of silver oakleys and he has a cigarette hanging from his lips. After dancing to his music and taunting the fans, Stylez makes his way down the ramp.
-What I Really Meant To Say- -Is That Im Sorry For The Way- -I AM- -NeVeR MeAnT To Be- -So Cold-
Stylez arrogantly struts to the ring, stopping to blow smoke in the face of a few fans sitting front row. Stylez then puts his cigarette out, and slides in the ring on his stomach. He then shoots up and immeadily begins talking trash to the fans, who are letting him have it. Stylez walks up to the ring announcer and playfully slaps them over the head a few times, before walking over to the turnbuckle and demands to be given a mic. Stylez then walks into the center of the ring and reaches in his back pocket. He pulls out a piece of folded paper. He unfolds it and we can see in large black bold print REAL DEAL WRESTLING CONTRACT. He looks it over and laughs as his muci stops and he puts the mic to his face.
LA Johnny Stylez: Ya know as I look out into this crowd, and judging by the reaction I got as I entered this arena...I sit here taking some of my own advice and soak it all up...And as I take it all in and think about all of this, I have only one thing to say to each and every single one of you here tonight, and every single one of you watching at home....
!!!!!YOUR WELCOME!!!!
Up until this point NEW wrestling has been mediocre...Better than a lot of the crap that's out there today, yet still missing something. Missing that one thing that seperates good from great...And that one thing is me! So like I said you don't have to thank me...You are welcome, because now you have a GOOD REASON TO watch NEW programming, and I know those of you sitting at home are counting your lucky stars knowing you didn't throw away your money in purchasing this pay per view, because for once something intresting is happening on an NEW broadcast...But lets get to the point shall we?
"Stylez pauses as he lets the crowd give him heat, and they are reallllllly giving it to him"
LA Johnny Stylez: I mean lets be honest. I have done more in my first 45 minutes in NEW than half the entire roster has done in their entire run. It's true, I know it, and all of you know it. And apparently the rest of the wrestling world knows it as well, because while I'm sitting at home contemplating on whether or not I should show my face at this Popsicle stand of an arena here tonight, when I get a knock at my door. I open it up to find two nerdy looking morons standing there with a briefcase which held two very important things, cash and lots of it and a contract for me to join the wrestling federation known as Real Deal Wrestling.
"The fans then boo even louder."
LA Johnny Stylez: Now mind you the offer they made me was more than my cousin offered me to come back, but here I am standing before each and every single one of you in the middle of the New Edge Wrestling ring ready to give my reply to Real Deal Wrestling and the wrestling world. Now some of you might be wondering, "Johnny why the hell is the contract torn in half? Where is the other half?"
"Stylez then removes the joint from his ear, pulls out his zippo lighter and lights it. Stylez takes a big hit and exhales the smoke...The fans quit booing and pop extremly loud."
LA Johnny Stylez: REAL DEAL WRESTLING, don't take this the wrong way, but the only way you broke dick mother fuckers would ever be the real deal was if I did sign on the dotted line...But unfortunatley for you my services have already been bought....So here I am LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW smoking my contract, sending the message to not only you lame asses but every other lame ass wrestling federation out there. THE HOTTEST AND BIGGEST STAR IN THE WRESTLING GAME TODAY LIVES HERE IN NEW EDGE WRESTLING. So for a lack of a better term Real Deal Wrestling, the ONLY REASL DEAL THERE IS,
!!!!!!!!!IS ME!!!!!!!! So my answer isn't a simple no, it's a FUCK NO, AND A FUCK REAL DEAL WRESTLING!!!!
"The fans then burst into a cheer as they all begin to chant FUCK REAL DEAL, FUCK REAL DEAL, FUCK REAL DEAL. Stylez puts the joint back in his mouth and flashes his arrogant smile,as he drops the mic and rasies his arms as his music blares over the PA system and he exits the ring as the fans begin to chant N-E-W, N-E-W ending the segment.
Three Way Match
Dean Moore vs. Chainz vs. Damon Knight Jr
Dean Moore vs. Chainz vs. Damon Knight Jr
[ Chainz and Damien Knight Jr stand in the ring as we come back from a promo ]
Tom- And now there opponent Dean Moore!!!!!
[ Dean's theme plays and out he walks with a very nervous look on his face as he then climbs into the ring. ]
Ding!!!
Clark Benson: Chainz starts out eyeing Damon Knight Jr. Both men stare each other down. Dean Moore runs in, and lands a clothesline on both men, knocking them down.
Vince Walters: That was one sloppy clothesline Clark, I hope that Dean can pick up his game, or he's a slab of meat in front of these two wolves.
Clark Benson: He'll be ok Vince, I have faith in the kid. Moore picks Chainz up, and Irish whips him into the ropes. Moore dropkicks Chainz as he comes charging at Dean. Damon Knight Jr. takes the opportunity to kick Dean while he's down. DKJ kicks Dean three, four, five, six. Six times from the boot of Damon Knight Jr into the sternum and ribs of Dean Moore.
Vince Walters: Those are some punishing boots.
Clark Benson: Chainz gets up, holding his nose, and Damon Knight Jr charges at Chainz. Chainz sidesteps the charge, and throws Damon Knight Jr out to the floor below. Chainz runs at Dean Moore who is trying to get up. Dean sees Chainz coming, and hits a drop toe hold. Chainz flails on his way down, smashing into the ref.
Vince Walters: The ref is down, the ref is down.
Clark Benson: Vintage Dean Moore.
Vince Walters: Vintage? The kid is wrestling his first match ever. How can it be vintage?
Clark Benson: DKJ throws a chair into the ring, and climbs in. Dean Moore grabs the chair, and tees off on the top of DKJ's head as he's climbing into the ring. DKJ falls back, getting tangled in the ropes. Chainz gets up, and walks up to Moore who has his back turned. Chainz goes to turn Moore around, but Moore jumps and hits Chainz in the skull before he realizes.
Vince Walters: I think Dean Moore acted on fear alone there.
Clark Benson: Dean Moore takes the opportunity to place the chair beneath the head of Chainz. Dean notices DKJ trying desperately to climb back into the ring. Dean grabs DKJ, and tosses him into the ring, right onto the chest and head of Chainz. Both men real in pain. Dean Moore walks over Chainz, and puts his face between the back of the chair, and seat of the chair.
Vince Walters: Oh my god, what is he going to do? What an insane creature. C'mon ref get up.
Clark Benson: Dean Moore grabs Damon Knight Jr by the head, and picks him up to his feet. Dean sets DKJ up for a power bomb, but DKJ slips out, and instead hits a face buster on Dean slamming his face into the steel chair, into the face of Chainz. Chainz is bleeding profusely.
Vince Walters: Chainz is wearing the proverbial crimson mask.
Clark Benson: DKJ grabs Dean Moore by the hair, and sets him up for a Knight's End, but Moore blocks out of it, sending DKJ to land flat on his back. The ref finally starts to come to, as Chainz rolls out of the ring. He sees the chair, and sees Chainz, but cannot track who did what, so he lets the fight continue. Dean Moore's face is starting to bleed, as he gets to his feet before DKJ. DKJ, still lying on his back, is rolling over. The look on his face is that of frustration more so than failure.
Vince Walters: DKJ is sensing that he is going to need to step it up against this fierce rookie.
Clark Benson: DKJ gets to his feet as Moore panders to the crowd. DKJ charges and attempts a clothesline. Dean ducks the attempt, sending DKJ's momentum into the opposite rope. Dean then crouches, and lifts DKJ into a back body drop. The back body drop was poorly executed, but overall it accomplished what was intended to accomplish.
Vince Walters: Well he's not being fed to the wolves, but he is still not performing well.
Clark Benson: Give him time.
Vince Walters: I was talking about DKJ.
Clark Benson: Chainz has hit the mat on the outside and is holding his head I think he is hurt.
Vince Walters: Yeah, the NEW trainers are coming down to check on him but we got Action back in the ring.
Clark Benson: Indeed we go DKJ is now to his feet as Dean was waiting for him to get Up and attempts a mild close line but DKJ easily ducks it then he picks Dean up For a power slam but Dean shakes out of it and ROLLS DKJ UP SMALL PACKAGE!!
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Ding!!!
Tom- Here is your winner Dean Moore!!!!
[ Dean Moore has a look of shock on his face knowing he just pulled off a huge Upset as he rolls out of the ring and get's out of dodge quickly. ]
Winner by Pin Fall: Dean Moore