Ignite 48 Results

[Roger Wright]

As the opening for the show plays, the pyros on the stage burst into what looks like a random display. From the stage the camera pans around the Hallam FM Arena in Sheffield England. Fans are on their feet holding signs and screaming.

Jill Matthews: Well here we are with another great episode of Ignite forthcoming Vince. The nightmare week for Specter continues with another title defense, this one against Judas Dathan.

Vince Walters: Nightmare is right, his having the title is a nightmare, and the fact he will defend it more times this month than it was in the last three is just insane.

Jill Matthews: From what I have seen, sanity isn’t something Specter is long on right now. But let’s not just focus on Specter, Merciless Demise will be defending the tag titles against Guilty Pleasure, in what is sure to be an amazing match as well.

Vince Walters: No doubt, Guilty Pleasure is making a name for themselves and have earned a shot at the tag straps, and tonight is the night they get it.

Jill Matthews: Sheffield England is sure to get a great show, two titles on the line and everything leading into next week when Cera will be booking the entire show.

Vince Walters: Just think of the consequences there Jill, the week before Kamikaze Cera will be in charge, she makes the matches and could potentially influence the outcome of the matches at Kamikaze.

Jill Matthews: Don’t think for one moment she doesn’t know that.


Jill Matthews: There is Roger’s music and these fans are going crazy. What a match that was last week between Roger and Specter.

As the drums pound away, the arena flashes with strobes, the fans going crazy with excitement, all of them on their feet. From behind the ramp Roger appears, a sullen look upon his face and limp in his walk.

Vince Walters: Never thought I would say this, but Roger looks like a broken man.

Jill Matthews: After the last two weeks I would be shocked if he wasn’t. Roger and Specter put each other through pain that I couldn’t even imagine, all for the NEW Undisputed World Title.

Making his way down the ramp, Roger is careful to pace himself. Occasionally he reaches out gingerly slapping hands with a fan as the walk continues slow to the ring. Finally reaching the steps, Roger grabs the ring post and uses it for support as he makes his way up the steps, coming to a stop on the side of the apron.

Jill Matthews: I would have to say by the way he is walking and moving, and the fact that he is in street clothes would lead me to believe that he isn’t here to compete tonight.

Vince Walters: Well he isn’t on the card, but we all know that is subject to change. Hell he wasn’t even scheduled to be out here now, the opening match was scheduled for right this minute.

Inside the ring Roger motions for the music to end, in his right hand he grips a microphone. For a minute he listens as the fans cheer and chant his name, the occasional boo coming through along with the name Adrien. With a short smile on his face Roger raises the microphone to his lips.

Roger Wright: As a great many of you may be aware, I was not scheduled to be here tonight in any shape or fashion. However after a long conversation I was able to pull some strings and am here to grace all of you in person.

The fans let out a cheer at Roger’s words, everyone on their feet.

Roger Wright: I only wish it was under better circumstances that I was here. Last week I laid everything I had on the line against Specter, and unfortunately part of that may have been my career here in the NEW. Amongst all things in the match I suffered a concussion, my second in less than three months, that alone was reason for the doctors to tell me to stop for a while.

A somber quiet overcame the arena as Roger limped around the ring, looking all through out the crowd as eh spoke.

Roger Wright: I have three bruised ribs, and two that are broken. As well as a fracture in my left collarbone. All of these sustained during my brutal match with Adrien Specter.

Chants of “ROGER!” Went up in the arena, forcing him to lower the microphone for a moment. Finally he brought the microphone back to his lips with a smile on his face.

Roger Wright: These injuries in their own right would not have stopped me from competing within this ring for you ever single week, but the Doctors have asked me to stop, in fact have refused to clear me to compete. At the behest of their advice I have decided that I must retire from doing what I love.

Chants of “Don’t quit Roger!” went up all through out the arena.

Roger Wright: You have my word that I am not quitting, that one day you will see Roger Wright back inside of this ring, doing what I love. But for now I have no choice but to take a step back and walk away. But mark my words, Roger Wright will be back, I still have a lot that I wish to accomplish in this industry and for this great company, and it’s fans.

With a loud thump the microphone hits the canvas, Roger turning and moving for the ropes. Walking up the ramp Roger stopped at the top and turned back to the fans. Chants of “ROGER!” were filling the air, and with a smile and nod he turned and disappeared behind the curtain.

Jill Matthews: I am in shock Vince, Roger Wright just retired.

Vince Walters: I...um...I don’t...

Jill Matthews: I don’t think anyone knows Vince.

With a slow fade to black, the show goes to the first commercial break of the evening.

[Roger Wright]

The camera fades into a backstage hallway. Walking down the hallway is none other than Judas Dathan, deeply focused on his upcoming match against Specter for the NEW Undisputed Title. After a few moments however, he happens to see The Herald of Holiness herself, Reya Serra, strolling towards him. The two quickly come face to face, glaring into each other’s eyes. Suddenly and with no warning Reya gives Judas a giant hug, to Judas‘ complete surprise.

Reya: Forgiveness.

Reya smiles at him brightly, breaking the hug before she walks past him. He turns and looks at her as she walks away, still somewhat in shock, before he looks ahead again and continues walking while the camera fades back to the action in the ring…

[Roger Wright]

The sounds of 'The Ballad of Mona Lisa' by Panic At The Disco burst through the arena as blue smoke floods out from the entrance. A female's figure is seen in the smoke, as it slowly turns it's head to the side. Suddenly, silver pyro explodes down the rampway, leading to the ring as the figure moves airily forward, the usual skip in it's step absent.

Walters: "Jill...are you ready to...play?"

Jill: "I really hope you aren't implying anything sexual."

The smoke dissipates as they move forward, revealing a woman in a black mini dress and red leggings. The words 'The Queen' are printed on the front of the dress, and her feet are bare. She swiftly moves forward, bounding softly forward and grabbing the ropes to flip herself in.

Suddenly out of the crowd comes V's manager Dawn, who moves through the ropes herself and goes up to V, unzipping the back of her dress.

It falls to the ground to reveal black skin tight, hip hugging shorts that were underneath the dress, and a black sports bra with a small silver crown in the corner of it.

She leans back on the ropes as Dawn grabs the dress and hops out of the ring as V moves to the middle of it and raises her fists in the air, the crowd going ecstatic for her as she scans the crowd with her arm raised for all to see.

V then shoots a weak grin as she drops her arms and moves to the ropes, leaning back on them and the smile fading.

Davis: "From Puerto Rico, weighing in at 132 pounds, she is accompanied to the ring by Dawn Ashby. She is the Queen of the Court...Va-NESSA!!!"

The fans erupt with cheers for Vanessa as she warily points both her hands to the sky before standing on the top turnbuckle and looking out to the fans. She sits on the turnbuckle facing the entrance ramp awaiting her opponent who is just about to come out.

"Playboy" by the 7 Icons blares through the arena as pink pyro and fireworks fly into the air. A blue playboy logo blinkers on and on; We see Matt wearing shades and he takes them off and gives them to a young female in the audience. He walks down the ring and Blows kisses to the fans and goes through the rope to prepare one last time before his match. McMattio trots around the ring and goes to the corner where Vanessa is sitting.

Walters: "What's he doin'? Probably trying to hit on her."

Jill: "Please, for the love of God, shut...the...fuck...up."

Walters: "Oh, you're mouthy, I'll have to do something to fix that."

Jill rolls her eyes with disgust as McMattio extends his hand to Vanessa which Vanessa accepts and shakes. McMattio goes back to his corner as Tom Davis goes to the center of the ring again. Davis looks at the English fans before McMattio raises his hands as he's introduced.

Jill: "There's something off about him, I don't know what, but there is something off. What's he up to?"

Walters: "Ever thought of, I don't know, good sportsmanship?"

Davis: "Ladies and gentlemen, weighing at 210 pounds, he hails from Canton, Ohio, Matt "The Playboy" McMattio!"

The bell sounds as Vanessa shoots out of the corner like a rabid animal and shoots a double leg takedown on McMattio. McMattio sprawls and clubs her in the back with a fist before kneeing her in the face and kicking her in the ribs. Vanessa rolls out of the ring as McMattio follows her out. McMattio walks to V who levels him with a forearm shot!

Walters: "Knocked the taste right out of his mouth!"

Vanessa begins stomping on McMattio before sliding in the ring and looking at the opposite ropes. Vanessa sprints over to the opposite ropes as McMattio gets to his feet, as he finally rises, V lands on him with a picture perfect suicide dive! The fans erupt for the leap of faith by V as she does a bow for them.

Jill: "And that's why they call her the Queen of Xtreme!"

Walters: "She's a batshit lunatic! Lunatic I swear!"

The fans begin pounding the guardrails with their hands as Vanessa gets McMattio to his feet only to level him with a spinning savate kick to the gut. She then gets him up and tosses him in the ring. As she slides in, McMattio is amazingly able to get to his feet and get behind Vanessa to hit a German suplex! Quickly, McMattio gets Vanessa up and slaps her across the face before hitting a fisherman's suplex on her! He bridges her leg as the ref goes down for the pin.

1...
2...
3- NO!

Vanessa kicks out just in time before McMattio rolls to his feet and hits an explosive elbow drop across the chest of Vanessa. He begins working over V's arm with several armlocks. McMattio hits a grounded 'Million Dollar Dream' on Vanessa! She looks as if she is about to fade before she is able to fight out of all of them until rolls McMattio off of her back by using her elbows to keep separation. She springs to her feet and kicks McMattio in the chest ridiculously hard.

Both opponents begin slapping each other, each trading a slap for a slap. Vanessa breaks up the vicious cycle by hitting a pop up drop kick to the head of McMattio. McMattio gets to his feet, but Vanessa answers with a hip toss and she answers with a cutter! Vanessa gets McMattio up to hit "The Queen's Decree on him! Vanessa covers McMattio as the ref goes down...

Jill: "It's OVER!"

1...
2...
3-NO!

McMattio powers his shoulders up as Vanessa looks up in disbelief. She gets McMattio up, but McMattio is able to grab her in time and go for "The Pressure Point"! Just as he throws Vanessa, she amazingly lands on her feet and springs off the ropes!

Walters: "Holy Hell!"

Vanessa springs off and goes for the "DeViate" but seems more fatigued than usual, as McMattio ducks it! Vanessa's leg his the turnbuckle as McMattio hits a Lou Thez Press onto Vanessa and holds her down, grabbing her legs in a tricky pinning predicament.

1...
2...
3!

Walters: "WHAT?!"

Jill: "I'm...speechless!"

Walters: "Sometimes the old stuff works!"

Jill: "And sometimes there's a hidden meaning..."

Walters: "Huh?"

Jill: "Obviously you don't pay attention. Let's just see how V acts these next few weeks...and from here on out."

Davis: "Here is your winner...Matt...MCMATTIO!!!"

[Roger Wright]

Payback time KOP style

KOP is walking down the hallway in Hallam FM Arena. He has a match against Tao Ishida Kun tonight , but he has a matter he wants to attend to first.
He is looking for a man who has caused him trouble recently. A man who he lost to in a recent match and the man who eliminated him from last weeks Royal Rumble.

It's payback time KOP Style.

KOP sees his target walk into his locker room. KOP then goes up to the door and knocks on it.

He hears the man ask who it is

KOP: Sheffiled Herald mate wondering if we could ask a few questions.

Door opens and it's Judas Dathan

Judas: What kind of questio........(punched in the face)

KOP: How does it feel to get your ass kicked before your big match?

KOP slams Judas into the lockers head first. He then grabs the trash can and hits Judas with it. Judas is laying on the ground face down trying to get up and KOP punches him in the back of his head several times. Then he puts Judas in a Cobra Clutch and talks to him while he is going out.

KOP: This was all a drream Judas, just a bad dream.

KOP leaves Judas lying on the floor and leaves the locker room laughing.

[Roger Wright]

Suddenly "Our Solemn Hour" by Within Temptation begins to play as Reya Serra happily strolls down to the ring.

Jill Matthews: I wonder why Reya's coming down to the ring. Her tag team match with Frank Finelli isn't until later tonight.

Vince Walters: I don't know...maybe you should get into the ring with her and find out...or make out with her or something. That would be hot.

Jill Matthews: You are such a pervert.

Vince Walters: You know you'd like it.

Jill Matthews: Anyway, it looks like Reya's got something to say so maybe we should listen to her.

Reya slides into the ring. She spends a few moments waving to her fans before asking for a microphone, which Tom Davis quickly hands to her.

Reya: Hello everyone. I know my match is not until later this evening, but I feel that now is as good of a time as any for what I would like to discuss.

Vince Walters: She's not going to announce what I think she is...is she?

Jill Matthews: Oh shut up and let the woman talk!

Reya: As many of you know, early this last month I was defeated in a match for my Youngblood Title by Jarek Whitaker. Now, while I could commend him for his victory over me it would only serve to feed his already massive ego. So instead, I think I have a much better idea...

Vince Walters: Please don't tell me she's telling us all that she has a huge crush on Jared...erm...Jarek...

Jill Matthews: Shut up!

Reya: See, as the now former Youngblood Champion a little clause entitles me to something I feel that I rightfully deserve...a rematch against Jarek Whitaker for the Youngblood Title...

Without warning, 3OH3's "I'm not your boyfriend baby!" plays as the fans erupt. Moments after this, Jarek Whitaker walks out onto the top of the ramp way, microphone in hand. The Youngblood Championship wrapped around his neck, similar to a necklace.

Jill Mathews: And there he is, the reigning Young Blood Champion. Things are about to get tense.

Vince Walters: No! Now he's going to confess his love for her!

Jill Matthews: Would you put a sock in it already?

He soaks in the positive response for a bit as his music stops. After a couple of paces back and forth, Jarek inhales sharply and raises the microphone to his lips, now staring intently at Reya.

Jarek: I'm sitting back stage, drinkin' a soda pop. Watching Shane play some Pokemon Stadium...and I couldn't help but overhear. Yes, hear that a certain someone wants her rematch against me, for the Title I took from her.

Jarek smiles, adjusting the highly polished belt that had been resting around his neck.

Jarek: You see, Reya. I'm a nice guy, despite what many people think. And you're right. By contract, you do have the right to a rematch. So I guess what I'm really out here to tell you is.. Why not set a date for this 'rematch'?

The fans went into an uproar at the thought of Whitaker/Serra two.

Vince Walters: Woohoo, I love rematches! Can't wait to watch Reya beat that goon for all he's worth a second time!

Jill Matthews: Well it's no surprise that she definitely gave Jarek a run for his money in their first outing.

After the crowd quiets down a bit, Jarek would continue.

Jarek: However.. a match of this caliber deserves a much bigger stage. Yes, I don't think Ignite would be suitable. Let me spell it out for you, Miss Serra. K-A-M-I-K-A-Z-E!!

Jill Matthews: WHOA! Jarek has accepted her challenge AND wants it to take place at NEW's upcoming paper view!

Vince Walters: The only thing that could possibly make this better is you, without a shirt on, Jill.

Jill Matthews: You're such a pig..

Once more, the roof nearly blew off the place as Jarek lowers his microphone, awaiting a response from The Herald of Holiness. She puts her microphone back to her lips to speak.

Reya: Kamikaze...I cannot think of a better place to see you crash and burn before my very eyes as I reclaim what is rightfully mine. But just in case you have any thoughts in your head about bailing out in the nick of time saving yourself from what I pray will be your defeat...how about we make this...a STRAP Match?

The crowd roars again in cheers before calming themselves as Jarek replies.

Jarek: I'm going to crash and burn, huh? What's that theory based off, Reya? Your faith? The same faith that didn't do anything for you the first time? Hey, you want this to be a strap match? That's fine, but know this..

Whitaker now takes off the Young Blood title from around his neck and slowly holds it up, as the fans give a somewhat mixed reaction, not really sure who to cheer for.

Jarek: You don't have to worry about ME running from YOU, Serra. In fact, I'm going to do the exact opposite. See, I'll gladly place a strap on my wrist that's connected to you. Maybe I can beat enough sense into you so that you'll finally realize I won this title for a reason, and guess what? It had NOTHING to do with having an ego. See you in Japan, miss.

As he finishes up, the crowd gives one more mixed reaction. "I'm not your boyfriend baby" by 3OH3 plays a second time, as Jarek spends another twenty seconds or so flaunting his Title belt, before disappearing behind the curtains. Now Leaving Reya Serra standing alone in the ring. Before very long, she makes her way up the ramp as well.

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first in the ring, TAO ISHIDA KUN!!!!!

Matthews: This should be a good one here, the King of Pain will be taking on Tao.

Walters: If you say so sweetie, not really all that thrilled about this one, but then I never am really thrilled about a lot of the matches. You know sometimes I get tired of seeing these nobodies in the ring.

Matthews: Oh why don’t you just climb in there and show us all how it done then, Mr Big bad guy?!


Tom Davis: And his opponent, he is the KING OF PAIN!!!!!

Xzibit - Hurt Locker plays across the arena and out comes KOP wearing his patented Black T- Shirt with big gold letters that say "FEEL THE PAIN" on the front. He also wears his black tactical pants and his all black Jungle boots. he walks to the ring and argues with the fans and badmouths them. He also flips them off. When wearing his suit he shows off his expensive clothing to the fans and lets them know that they can't afford what he has

Matthews: Now you can’t tell me you are not excited to see KOP in the ring. You from what I have been told like the big guys Vince, the power guys, the guys that can throw people around and impose their will on others.

Walters: Not funny at all Jill, not funny at all.

At the bell Tao is off and fighting, using his speed to keep KOP from getting the bigger hands on him. Kicks to the thighs, and sweep lead to KOP falling onto his back. Like a panther Tao is on the attack, dropping a knee and springing back to his feet. With a rush he hits the far ropes and slides across the ring, taking out the leg of KOP as he tries to get back to his feet, KOP slamming back first again to the matt.

Matthews: Tao is using his superior speed and fast paced action to try and tire KOP here in the early goings, and the idea of attacking KOP’s legs in a quite good one if you ask me.

Walters: Not a bad strategy, but you have to be careful when you are getting in close on KOP, if he snatches Tao this one might be over faster than it started.

Matthews: That is for sure Vince!

Keeping up the pace, Tao delivers a kick to the chest of KOP, the man catching the leg in the air and flinging Tao across the ring like a rag doll. Un phased by the toss, Tao jumps to his feet and again charges KOP, this time KOP leaping from the kneeling position and planting Tao with a vicious clothesline that causes Tao to do a flip before landing hard on his back.

Matthews: KOP damn near took the head right off of Tao with that Clothesline!

Walters: Told you this one might be over faster than it started if KOP got his hands on Tao.

Shaking out his leg, KOP leans down and lifts Tao to his feet, the man limp and almost falling out of KOP’s hands. Lifting him into the air KOP appears to go for the House of Pain, but Tao springs to life with KOP gets the man on his shoulders. With a flurry of punches, Tao breaks the grip KOP has on him and twits off the mans shoulder, planting KOP with a brutal DDT.

Matthews: WOW!!! I didn’t see that coming, Tao just turned the tables in the match back into his favor with a quick counter and nice looking DDT.

Walters: He better hope he wins with that, because this match will not be pretty if KOP can get something going again, I guarantee that.

Climbing to the top rope, Tao perches and waits as KOP manages back to his feet. Just as KOP turns to face Tao, the man leaps off the top rope, KOP catching him with his right hand and in one motion slamming the man to the ground with a modified Chokeslam!

Matthews: Have you ever seen that before?

Walters: Hell no but that was awesome. He caught him mid air and chokeslammed him all in one motion.

Lifting Tao to his feet, KOP appears to measure the man up as he hooks him and delivers a brutal snap suplex to him. Once more KOP brings the man to his feet and slings him to the rope, catching him on the rebound with a brutal Spinebuster, hopping up immediately and waiting as Tao rolls on the matt in obvious pain.

Matthews: KOP seems to be setting Tao up, most likely we are about to see the House of Pain.

Walters: Here it comes, I can feel it.

Tao manages back to his feet and turns into a kick to the stomach from KOP. Grabbing the man KOP hoists him onto his shoulders and slams him down with a brutal sit-down powerbomb. But instead of going for the cover, KOP brings Tao back to his feet and drags him to the corner. Climbing to the second rope, KOP again hoists Tao onto his shoulders and this time delivers a brutal Sit down Powerbomb out of the corner from the middle rope.

Matthews: I think Tao might be broken in half after that.

Walters: Well KOP is going for the pin after two straight house of pains.

1
2
3!!!!!

Matthews: Man he broke Tao in half, I hope he is ok, that was just brutal there at the end.

Walters: it’s what happens when you take on a bigger man, you get the shit kicked out of you.

Matthews: I bet you know all about bigger guys beating up little guys Vince.

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, KING OF PAIN!!!!!

[Roger Wright]

(The arena lights dim as Rod Stewart’s “Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?” begins to play. The fans look at each other confused but some older fans smile as if they know what’s coming. A series of girls wearing nothing but bras and panties walk out to whistles and cheers as they turn towards the entrance and bow down. A huge roar erupts as local boy Kevin Rouser appears at the top of the ramp, wearing a white love heart suit. The girls surround Rouser and begin groping him; it’s almost as if they’re completely addicted to him. Rouser walks down the ramp waving to the fans and shaking their hands at every opportunity as he laps up their appreciation. The girls walk with him to the ring, a busty brunette lifts the middle rope as he enters. He blows them a kiss before beckoning them away, which they obediently do and head backstage.)

Kevin Rouser
Hello Sheffield! It’s so good to be HOME. I tell thee there's nowt like Yorkshire folk.

(Rouser raises a smile as the fans begin to chant “Rouser, Rouser, Rouser”. As the fans continue their standing avation, Rouser becomes emotional and a few tears of happiness begin to roll down his face.)

Kevin Rouser
Now you may be wondering why they’ve let me come out tonight after all the bad publicity I’ve caused them. Well the truth is, they don’t know! What they also don’t know is that I’m a patron of the Sheffield City Trust so I technically own this arena! Yes that’s right, I own this arena so I can do whatever I want!

(A huge roar erupts at the revelation, although a large portion of the fans take it as a joke and start laughing.)

Kevin Rouser
Watch…lights go off.

(Rouser clicks his fingers as the lights dim.)

Kevin Rouser
Lights go on.

(The lights come back on as the fans laugh and begin to cheer.)

Kevin Rouser
On, off, on, off, on…

(Likewise the arena lights follow his commands.)

Kevin Rouser
Turn the lights off and focus on that sexy lady!

(Rouser points to a ginger lady in the audience who has remarkable cleavage. She goes bright red with embarrassment as the lights go off and the spotlight focuses on her.)

Kevin Rouser
Alright I’ll stop it now. That’s not all I control though. I can control that huge screen; my assistants will do anything I ask. Just watch this; put a picture of a dildo on the screen.

(A huge picture of Cera appears on the video screen, much to the amusement of the fans.)

Kevin Rouser
Hey at least it’s more interesting than some of the tripe the cRu force feed us. I listened to their radio show last night; I wasted an hour of my life. It was BAD, real bad. I won’t bore you with all the tedious details but one thing struck me. They failed to mention me! Not once did they mention me! Al Envy and Johnny Stylez keep mentioning how nobody has the balls to stand up to them, which is SLANDEROUS! I have huge testicles; I can prove it to any woman here, just as long as you’re 18 or over!

(Rouser points to his crotch area before pointing to another ginger lady in the crowd who appears to be wearing a t-shirt of a young Kevin Rouser with the slogan, “1988 World Champion” underneath. She turns hysterical after being spotted by her idol.)

Kevin Rouser
As I was saying before I got a little distracted, they’re liars! It’s the other way round they don’t have the balls to face me! Maybe it’s because they know they can’t beat us. If it wasn’t for having his drinks spiked and being drugged up, slow referee counts and illegal moves, Gaf would be world champion right now and if wasn’t for politics and the fact he’s only small Tao Ishida Kun would be the number one contender!

Jesse Styles you’re an idiot! You’re a buffoon, no wonder ratings are down when the most entertaining men in your federation aren’t given their dues. Instead of spending some money on talent, or even better buying us some TV time, you offer five million dollars to the winner of the rumble, who just so happens to be Cera and she’ll probably spend her winnings on dildos. Yes that’s right, fucking dildos. You could have done the right thing, you could have given me a pay rise but you wasted it on dildos. I hope you’re proud of yourself.

If I was ten years younger, I’d kick you all over this arena. Oh believe me I’d rip you a new arsehole like a porn star.

(The fans enthusiastically chant, “One more match! One more match! One more match!”)

Kevin Rouser
I really would, hell I’d destroy you’re whole family. Forget about Gaf, he’s nothing compared to how good I used to be. I wrestled many times in this very arena and every time I tore the place down and these fans remember it! I entertained them! Ratings were sky high when I wrestled here!

(The chants get louder.)

Kevin Rouser
Hell, I won more matches and shagged more girls than you’ve spunked all over your family! In fact if it wasn’t for my bunions I’d destroy you right now.

(The fans really get behind Rouser who laps it up.)

Kevin Rouser
Fuck it, why not! I’ve got some stuff in the basement I need to get rid of and it’s not Nocturnal’s dead bodies! Jesse Styles, I challenge you to a match!!!

(The Yorkshire fans go absolutely wild! A “Let’s go Rouser!” echoes throughout the arena.)

Kevin Rouser
Hell, you can even bring your brother with you; after all he should have nothing to be afraid of if his “expert” analysis on PCW is anything to go by, which I doubt. You’ve taught him all you know and he still knows nowt! So what do you say Jesse?

(The cRu theme hits the arena but it is quickly overridden by the Village People’s YMCA. Jesse appears at the ramp with a steel chair and heads to confront Rouser but he gets distracted when he notices his titantron is playing photoshopped clips of Jesse prancing around in a Sailor Suit. He looks up again and shakes his head when he sees a doctored image of Ryan Pugh having sex with a horse.



Rouser is too busy laughing at his own jokes to notice Jesse sliding into the ring. Rouser finally realises that Jesse is approaching but it’s too late as Jesse smashes the chair over his head as he crumbles to his knees. Jesse keeps on pummelling turning Rouser's face into a bloody wreck. Jesse finally drops the chair, picks Rouser up and hits him with the Styles Cutter. Rouser tries to crawl away but Jesse is having none of it and picks him up once more before hitting with the Styles Hammer. Rouser lies motionless in the ring as Jesse climbs to the top turnbuckle and nails Rouser with the Death From Above. Jesse keeps kicking as Rouser yells out, begging for mercy.

Several Sheffield fans do not take kindly to their hometown hero being beaten as security struggles to contain the fans trying to get over the barrier to come to Rouser’s rescue. Finally a man wearing a t-shirt with the initials “SATH” dodges security and jumps over the guardrail. As Jesse taunts the furious fans, the man manages to enter the ring and pull Rouser ringside before Styles can do any more damage. Jesse tries to stop Rouser from escaping but tens of fans pull him to over the barrier and into the safety. Jesse approaches the fans but hesitates when he sees how aggressive they are and decides to head back up the ramp, leaving a bloody Rouser in the safe haven of his faithful followers.)

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall, first, making their way to the ring. Representing The Court, the come in at a combine weight of 420lbs. They are the team of “The Executioner” Frank Finelli, and “The Dawnbringer” Reya Serra!



Frank and Reya come out from the back as “It’s Going Down” by Sick Puppies plays through the PA. Both quickly make their way to the ring, their faces full of focus as they go.

Tom Davis: And finally, making their way to the ring, the opponents. Representing The cRu, they come in at a combine weight of 578lbs. They are the team of “The Insane Icon” Ryan Pugh, and “Double A” Aaron Abraham!



As “YMCA” by the Village People plays over the PA, Pugh and Aaron come out in confusion as they look around, wondering where Rouser is so they can get payback for his little segment. Slowly, the pair make their way down to the ring before going over to their corner still irritated with this turn of events, and Aaron steps into the ring with Reya.

Jill Mathews: An interesting match-up here as we pit Court Vs. cRu in this tag team match up.

Vince Walters: And my money is squarely on Pugh and Abraham taking this here tonight.

Jill Mathews: Well my money is on The Court!

Vince Walters: You want to make this interesting?

Jill Mathews: Alright, The Court lose here tonight, and I’ll let you grope my chest. BUT if The Court win, you have to stop making sexual remarks. Deal?

Vince Walters: DEAL!

DING!

Aaron and Reya begin circling each other, waiting for one another to strike first. The crowd is clearly behind The Court members as Abraham and Serra lock up. Double A quickly takes the advantage, swinging under Reya’s arm and holding her from behind, but Serra quickly reverses it, grabbing his neck, before bringing him down for a Snapmare Driver. Aaron quickly rolls back to his feet, holding his neck, before suddenly he comes running in with a shoulder barge, but Serra quickly sidesteps him, dropping him to the floor with a drop two hold, before she grabs his legs and quickly attempts to come down on Aaron with an Axe Kick, before Abraham quickly rolls out the way and back to his feet once again.

Jill Mathews: Reya really taking control in the early stages of this match-up.

Vince Walters: Aaron is just sizing her up. He’s got nothing to worry about.

Aaron starts chuckling slightly, before looking over to Pugh. Ryan extends his hand, but AA just shakes his head, before Pugh shrugs and retracts his hand. Looking over to Reya, Aaron attempts a strength check, before Serra accepts, and the two clasp hands. Using his weight advantage, Abraham quickly takes control, forcing Serra down, before raising his knee to her face, smacking it hard. He quickly follows up, backing away as Reya slowly gets to her knees again, before coming in and flooring her with a shining wizard, before dropping down for a pin.

ONE…

TW-

Jill Mathews: Kickout from Serra!

Vince Walters: Only three second away from me getting boob…

Quickly getting to his feet, Double A proceeds to beat down on Reya with a series of boots, before going over to his corner and tagging in Pugh. Both men enter the ring, before bringing Serra to her feet. They both Irish whip her into the ropes, before Pugh goes running to the ropes on the sides. As Reya comes back, Double A quickly floors her with a hip toss, just in time for Pugh to come rolling in with his Big Pugh Splash. As Double A climbs out the ring, Pugh quickly goes for the pin attempt.

ONE…

TWO…

Jill Mathews: And an arm up by Serra.

Vince Walters: Not looking good for The Court members right now…

Quickly getting to his feet, Ryan grabs Reya’s head, looking over to Frank as he does, warning him about what’s to come. However, as he’s distracted with Finelli, Serra strikes out, delivering a swift kick to the gut of Pugh, before grabbing his head and bringing him down with a DDT. As she flips over Pugh for the pin, not even a one count is made as Ryan gets his arm off the canvas. But as he holds it into the air, Reya quickly grabs it, and converts it into a Fujiwara Armbar.

Jill Mathews: Excellent counter by The Dawnbringer, immediately snapping on the submission hold!

Vince Walters: YOU BEST BREAK OUT OF IT FATBOY! THERE’S BOOB AT STEAK!!!

Quickly, Ryan twists his body, quickly getting his free arm to the ropes, as the ref begins the DQ count, but Reya gives it up immediately. Quickly, she tries to get over to Frank, but Pugh quickly grabs her ankle, tripping her up, before pulling her across the mat to his corner, before locking in a Single Leg Boston Crab. Aaron quickly tags himself on Pugh’s shoulder, before climbing into the ring and running over to Frank, and spitting at him. Finelli immedatly moves to get into the ring, but the ref stops him, as Abraham quickly puts on the AT lock on Reya, as she cries out in pain.

Jill Mathews: Boston Crab and Triple A Lock Combo!

Vince Walters: Now THAT’S a tag team!

As Frank finally climbs out the ring, the ref turns his attention to Pugh and Abraham, as Ryan releases his hold and climbs out the ring, while Aaron keeps the AT Lock in place. However, now with her legs free, Serra quickly gets her legs on the ropes, before the ref begins the DQ count.

1…

2…

3…

4…

Quickly, Aaron releases the hold, as Reya quickly begins crawling away. However, Abraham quickly grabs her, picking her up, and launching her into his corner. Turning to look at Frank, he gives him a middle finger. However, while his attention is turned, Reya quickly gives Pugh a swift elbow to his face, knocking him back. And just as Aaron turns his attention back to his target, Reya unleashes one last burst of energy and striking out with a superkick!

Jill Mathews: REYA LIGHT!

Vince Walters: And they’re both down!

As Pugh quickly returns to the ring post, climbing back onto his corner, he begins reaching out to Aaron, as Frank does the same for Serra. The pair in the ring, slowly drag themselves to their respective corners, both attempting to go for the hot tags, as they both jump up, tagging in their partners at the same time. Suddenly Pugh and Finelli rush into the ring, before Frank downs Ryan with a spear. With Ryan on his back, Finelli quickly climbs in, before he begins beating down on Pugh, before the pair begin rolling around on top of each other, a series of fists and elbows hitting both of them. Finally Frank, now on the bottom, pushes Ryan off, sending him back to his feet, but as Finelli gets up himself, Pugh comes charging, striking out with a jumping knee right into the face of Frank, downing him.

Jill Mathews: SUPER KNEE!

Vince Walters: He’s going for a pin! Tits, here I come!

ONE…

TWO…

Jill Mathews: Kickout by Finelli!

Vince Walters: DAMMIT!

Getting a dazed Finelli to his feet once again, Pugh runs to the ropes, bouncing off then and looking for a Pump Kick to connect, but right at the last moment, Frank grabs Ryan and pulls him in for a Spinning Spinebuster! As Ryan lands on the mat, Finelli immediately hooks the leg and goes for a pin of his own.

ONE…

TWO…

Jill Mathews: Pugh gets the arm up!

Vince Walters: There’s still hope for cleavage yet!

Clearly displeased by the fact Pugh got up, Frank immediately pulls The Insane Icon to his feet, before Irish whipping him into a corner. Quickly he follows up, delivering a harsh series of chops to Pugh, before suddenly Ryan turns it around, sending Frank into the corner, before delivering a few chops of his own. Suddenly Frank rushes forward with a forearm shot, knocking Pugh back. Quickly, Frank begins to climb the turnbuckle, looking to strike out with a leg drop, but just as he jumps, suddenly Pugh grabs him, and pulls him into a cradle, before striking out quickly with the Sell Out!

Jill Mathews: SELL OUT ON FINELLI!

Vince Walters: HE’S GOING FOR THE PIN!!!

As Pugh turns Frank over for the pin, Aaron immediately runs behind the ref dropping for the pin, and knocking Reya off her corner turnbuckle, sending her to the floor with a forearm shot.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

DING!!!

Vince Walters: I GET THE TITS!!!

Jill Mathews: About that Vince…

Vince Walters: What is it?

Jill Mathews: I had my fingers crossed…

Vince Walters: COME ON, MAN!!!

Tom Davis: And your winners, via result of a pinfall, the team of “Double A” Aaron Abraham and “The Insane Icon” Ryan Pugh!

[Roger Wright]

Without warning the arena plunges into compete darkness, the fans going silent.

Voice: Consider this your invitation!

Vince Walters: Oh God! Not this bullshit again.

The repetitive sound of a single guitar note being played over and over inundates the audiences ears. Finally a Bass kick and rythmic guitar join the sound, the guitar growing in intensity, a snare drum joining the sound, everything building for nearly a minute. Then suddenly there is an explosion on the stage. From the roof falls hundreds of paper masks as the arena again plunges into nearly complete darkness.

Jill Matthews: What the hell is that falling from the roof?

Vince Walters: I don’t know.

Jill Matthews: They are paper masks, Masquerade style at that.

Vince Walters: There on the screen, another image is coming into view like last week.

On the screen another image slowly fades into focus, it’s light the only light in the entire arena.

Jill Matthews: The masquerade? What the hell?

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! The first to the ring, weighing in at 245lbs and hailing from Pass Christian, Mississippi... he is Lucas McCann!!



[The lights in the arena go dim, as a blue fog fills the entrance way. "Sick" by Adelitas Way begins to play over the arena's PA System, before pyros explode from the stage. Appearing from the fog and smoke is Lucas McCann! The fans have a mixed reaction, as he stands atop the ramp, looking down toward the ring. A smirk spread across his lips, as he begins making that journey down the ramp. Once he reaches the bottom, Lucas rolls into the ring beneath the bottom rope, jumping to his feet and stepping to a far turnbuckle. He stands, looking out into the crowd, as blue strobe lights flash around the arena. Slowly, he climbs to the second rope, lifting arms into the air. He climbs down, turning and backing into the corner, awaiting the start of his match.]

Tom Davis: And his opponent... weighing in at 147lbs and hailing from San Francisco, California... he is Professor Dwight 'The Light' Fantastic!!



[Fighting Trousers by Professor Elemental begins playing over the PA as Yes Man and General Gentleman stride out onto the stage, the latter dragging what looked to be a large sack... that was moving. Yes Man, on the other hand, held a huge Donkey Kong-esque barrel with 'PF' on it. Soon with a flash of gold pyro accompanied with a clock chime, the good Professor strides out from the back to a mix of boos and cheers, as he marches to the ring with his cronies in tow, he gestures flamboyantly to the ring, setting off another explosion of pyro from the ring corners. With a hearty laugh, the Professor enters the ring, hands Yes Man his hat and adopts a fisticuffs pose.]

Jill Matthews: Both men look ready as ever to fight their way to the victory here tonight.

Vince Walters: And I'm sure Fantastic will do something insane and make this match a complete joke...

Jill Matthews: Which in turn will make it awesome!

Vince Walters: Not.

Jill Matthews: Fuck off Vince... live a little!

Vince Walters: I take my job seriously, unlike you sweetcheeks!

Jill Matthews: Sweetcheeks?! If this match wasn't about to start, I swear....

[The bell suddenly rings, interrupting Jill as both Fantastic and McCann run forward. Lucas goes for a hard right, which the Professor dodges and bounces off the ropes, hitting his foe with a hard clothesline when he turns around. Lucas falls, but jumps back to his feet in time for Fantastic to bound forward and hit a running knee strike! McCann bounces back and Prof. goes at him again, only for Lucas to dodge and twist to hit a hard chop to his opponent's back. Fantastic falls against the rope, before getting up and turning around to be met with a standing dropkick!]

Jill Matthews: This match is going back and forth it seems.

Vince Walters: For now. I think Fantastic's going to get an ass whooping soon though.

Jill Matthews: Let's remember... Professor Fantastic shocked everyone when he came in second place in the huge Rumble match! He may be a bit nutty, but he's got true talent!

Vince Walters: Ha.... whatever.

[The Professor has managed to regain his composure after his opponent threw him against the ropes. He dodges a few swift punches from McCann and grabs his arm, hitting a half nelson bulldog!! Lucas lays on the ground for a moment as Fantastic goes to the side of the ring and converses with Yes Man, being handed the 'PF' Barrel. Meanwhile, McCann is slowly getting to his feet and as he starts forward, the Professor whips around and rolls the barrel swiftly at his foe! Lucas trips up, and Fantastic grabs the struggling sack from General Gentleman and smacks the stumbling McCann with it!]

Jill Matthews: And it looks like Professor Fantastic has gained control of this match!

Vince Walters: Yes but for how long?

[Professor Fantastic runs after his barrel and grabs it, before pointing it at his opponent, who is slowly moving to his feet in pain. The Professor opens the barrel and suddenly a small swarm sweeps out! The buzzing objects fly at McCann and start buzzing around him, as though they were bees. Lucas swats at them, and the objects fall to the mat with each hit.]

Vince Walters: What the fuck are those?

Jill Matthews: Another invention perhaps? Are those... real wings on those things?

Vince Walters: They look like small animals with wings... but that's not... possible is it?

Jill Matthews: Genetic mutations? It's Professor fucking Fantastic Vince... anything is possible with that man!

[As the Professor tosses the barrel away, Lucas sees and opening and swats once more at the flying mammals before running and spearing his foe into the corner. McCann then grabs his head and slams him down for a hard faceplant! Fantastic falls to the ground and McCann brushes himself off, before moving swiftly to the turnbuckle and climbing atop. The crowd gives a bit of a mixed reaction, as Lucas waits for his opponent to stumble to his feet and turn around... before hitting a wicked missile kick!]

Vince Walters: Aha! I knew this match would turn around!

Jill Matthews: Lucas goes for the pin... but only gets to the one count as Fantastic gets a shoulder up! The Professor suddenly slams his foot into Lucas' leg and he goes down! Fantastic's on his feet!

Vince Walters: Oh for fuck's sake...

[The Professor lifts McCann into a standing position, then throws his against the ropes. Lucas bounces off and Fantastic dodges a retaliated swing from his foe only to catch him around the head and hit a spinning neckbreaker! McCann falls but Fantastic has other plans. General Gentleman takes the squirming sack from the ring as the Professor grabs the barrel again and places it on the middle of the mat. Lucas is slowly moving to his feet as Fantastic turns around and runs at him, only for Prof. to catch him and lift him up to hit a fisherman brainbuster!]

Jill Matthews: Fantastic hits his TBtC! McCann is out of it now!

Vince Walters: How the hell did Fantastic hit that against McCann?!

Jill Matthews: Adrenaline? Or maybe he has a special 'way' to do it. He is an evil genius after all!

Vince Walters: Or just some crazed inventor...

Jill Matthews: Either way, it works for him! And he'll continue to do wacky things! Like now for instance!

Vince Walters: What the fuck is Fantastic doing??

Jill Matthews: He's putting McCann into his barrel and closes the lid! Now what?

Vince Walters: The fucker's going to lift the barrel up! And he slams it down onto the mat, McCann spilling out along with the now broken pieces of wood!

Jill Matthews: You can bet Lucas is gonna have splinters after that one! Fantastic isn't going for his pin yet though... he wants to seal the deal!

[Professor Fantastic grabs hold of McCann and pulls him to his feet, as the crowd cheers willingly. Confused murmurs are heard as well though, as the strange sound of pitter pattering is heard through the arena. Thinking nothing of this, Fantastic links Lucas' arms and hits his Ave Machina! A hard double arm DDT onto the mat! The noise gets louder, coming closer, sounding almost like a stampeded as Fantastic drops down for the pin!]

1...

2...

3!!

Dingdingding!

Tom Davis: Your winner via pinfall... Professor Fantasti- what in the....?!

Jill Matthews: What the hell is that sound?!?!

Vince Walters: Fantastic won but what the fuck's going o.... HOLY SHIT!!!

[Out from the curtain comes a huge army of mini, fluffy buffalo, all running towards the ring!! The fluffabos stampede down the rampway and climb up onto the mat, running over McCann and making Fantastic stumble back and roll out of the ring, onto the ground. As the arena is filled with random, diverse moos from the fluffabos... nearly a hundred of them all scampering around the ring... a yell is heard as Sheffield Police show up on the scene. Fantastic sees this, shares a glance with Yes Man and General Gentleman, before they all took off running, the PD taking off after them as the fluffabos all squeak and moo in anger at the police as they struggled past them. Fantastic doesn't stay to have his arm raised in victory as he and his cohorts are chased out by the Sheffield PD, leaving mass confusion in their wake...]

Jill Matthews: What.... the hell is going on here?

Vince Walters: Who the hell knows! Get security down here to get rid of these fucking things! And cut to commercial while we do so, before the next match!

Jill Matthews: Fantastic wins, and McCann is under a dozen fluffabos. This will be an interesting clean up job. We'll be back after this short break....

[As EMTs run out for McCann and a half dozen security guards start using large nets to catch the fluffabo and place them in crates, we fade out to cut to commercial...]

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*Backstage things are picking up where they left off in the ring and Professor Fantastic and his crew are running for their lives from Sheffield’s finest. The whole scene looks like something out of a Keystone Cops film, the trio of evil-do’ers with their struggling captive over the General’s shoulder and the truncheon-wielding constables chasing after them*

Walters: Oh for God’s Sake, Jill.

Matthews: What?

Walters: I understand this guy’s a freak, but this is wrestling, not fucking Scooby Doo!

*The trio of villains duck around a corner and seem to lose their pursuers, panting, the three taking a moment to catch their breaths.*

Prof: Well, that could’ve gone better, and Monsieur Phyllis Ah Me is still in our hands!

General: *facepalm* Fils Amie, Professor. And can I put him down yet, he’s a heavy S.O.B.

Prof: Yes yes, I’m sure he’ll be much more willing to talk now, won’t you, dear Mr. Filks Daydream!?

*The General drops the sack and-*

*crack!*

*The three wicked kidnappers blink for a few moments as their captive apparently landed with the sound of breaking ceramics.*

Yes Man: Uh…I don’t think people break like that, Professor.

Prof: What in the blue blazes!?

*The Professor yanks open the sack to find plates of fine china in pieces where once there was a fat corporate executive. Fine china…and a NOTE!*

Prof: What the devil?

*The Professor picks up the note and reads*

Prof: Dear Professor Dead Man-Oh well, not addressed to me, better not read it. Federal offense, y’know.

General: *bluntly* Keep. Reading.

Prof.: Bother…Dear Professor Dead Man, I regret to inform you that your pissant attempts to capture me are for naught because every member of the Nintendo Corporation knows the most advanced forms of Ninjitsu. Yes, even the fat pasty-white ones (how do you think we’ve stayed alive sharing the market with cutthroats like Bill Gates and Sony?). You couldn’t just let go of the fact that our use of your techniques has produced a better product and ran you out of the market, and now you must pay. Watch your back, you third-rate science teacher, because now your chances of survival are about as large as America’s chances of ever getting another half-decent Banjo Kazooie game! Sincerely yours, Reggie Fils-Amie.

*There are a few moments of silence before the General breaks it as only he can*

General: …Welp, we’re boned.

Prof.: Let’s. ..just…erm…get to the Bison Train…I get the feeling we’re not going to be welcome in Sheffield much longer.

*The three quickly exit stage left, leaving the sack behind them.*

Matthews: It looks like the Professor’s got a bit over his head with this scheme, Vince.

Walters: *praying* Please Nintendo, shove about twelve bob-ombs up that dickhead’s ass and detonate them, I beg you!

*Cut to commercial*

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the NEW Tag Team Championships!!!!! Introducing first, the team of Jarek Whitaker and Shane Sparx, GUILTY PLEASURE!!!!!

Both Shane and Whitaker walk out of the back, at the top of the ramp they stop, Whitaker pumping his fist to the music and strobes that are going off in the stadium. Finally the two men walk to the ramp, stopping and flirting with the ladies, smiling and joking with each other as they reach the ring.



Tom Davis: And their opponents, they are the NEW Tag Team Champions. Matt Slater and Cera, MERCILESS DEMISE!!!!!

Both Slater and Cera walk out to the ring with determined looks on their faces, neither of them even stop to talk with fans. Their focus is on the ring as they continue down the walk way and into the ring.

Matthews: Here we go Vince, what I am calling one of the Main Events of the night.

Walters: Absolutely, this is just a taste of what the NEW has to offer, and the main event will only be bigger, not as big as those things in your chest, or on Cera’s but big none the less.

Matthews: Are you able to not be a pig? I mean really Vince, does it always have to be about sex and being a fucking pig?

Walters: Yes!

Matthews: What a shock, well there is the bell and it looks like Slater and Sparx are going to start this one off for us tonight.

As they meet in the middle of the ring, Slater reaches out for the lock up, but Sparx immediately rakes his eyes, the ref intervening and warning Sparx of the illegal move. Smiling Sparx delivers a kick to the mid section of Slater, before grabbing the mans arm and sending him to the ropes. Ducking the attempted clothesline, Slater bounces off the far ropes and hits Sparx with a swinging neck breaker on the rebound.

Matthews: Dirty start by Sparx and a warning from the ref, but Slater overcame it with a great running swinging neck breaker.

Walters: What the hell did you see? I saw a great move by Sparx, nothing dirty about it at all.

Making the quick tag, Slater grabs sparks and hooks the mans arms, holding him while Cera hops to the top rope and leaps off, at the last minute Slater releasing Sparx, and Cera hitting him with a flying elbow to the chest of Sparx. Grabbing Shane’s leg, Cera delivers a series of kicks to the back of the knee, before a stomp to the groin, that sends Sparx rolling around the ring in pain.

Matthews: One dirty move I guess returns another, and like Sparx before, Cera is getting a warning from the ref. You can really feel the tension here in the ring.

Walters: She only kicked him in the leg, I don’t see the need for the warning.

Grabbing Sparx by the hair, Cera drags him to his feet, Sparx slapping her hands away and kicking her in the mid section, snapping her to the matt with a DDT.

Matthews: Sparx with a great move to try and slow the pace of the match down, and he is moving for his corner, as is Cera.

Walters: I think they are both going to get the tags to their partners in this one.

Both Sparx and Cera make the tags to their partners and Whitaker and Slater are in the ring and racing for each other, at the middle of the ring, Whitaker drops down and shoulder blocks Slater in the knee, causing him to flip over his back and slam into the matt. Immediately Whitaker is on his feet and grabbing the back of the leg of Slater, delivering kicks and dropping a series of elbows to the back of his knee.

Matthews: Whitaker using his aggressive style and he has Slater on the matt in a bad way right here.

Walters: Most definitely, he is taking it to Slater and really slowing the man down, without his legs all those impact moves of Slater are null and void, Whitaker knows that.

Wrapping around the leg of Slater, Whitaker drops down and locks in a figure four leg lock on him. Reaching for the ropes Slater tries to grab them but falls short. Instead Whitaker reaches up and grabs the ropes, the ref warning him and calling for the break, but Sparx drops down off the apron and delivers a series of blows to the head of Slater as the refs back is turn. Into the ring Cera flies, and under the rope she goes, slide kicking Sparx into the guard rail around the ring.

Matthews: I think chaos is about to break out in this one, Whitaker just release the hold and went to the outside to attack Cera after that move of hers.

Walters: That is a big mistake, Whitaker needs to stay focused on Slater and not worry about the woman that isn’t the legal team member.

Outside the ring, Whitaker turns Cera around and delivers a brutal right hand to the face of Cera, knocking her backwards. Moving forward, Whitaker catches an elbow to the stomach from Cera, leaping into the air she scissor kicks Whitaker face first into the ground on the outside of the ring. Out of no where Sparx hits a brutal Drop kick on her, Cera’s head bouncing disgustingly off the concrete on the outside.

Matthews: Slater is on his feet, and there is a brutal clothesline on Sparx on the outside, Sparx never even saw it coming.

Walters: This match has become chaos, but Slater knows that Whitaker is the legal man and he has him by the head and is rolling him into the ring.

Rolling Whitaker into the ring, Slater follows him in, limping on the injured right leg. Grabbing Whitaker, Slater hooks him and attempts the Shockwave, but Whitaker squirms away at the last minute, spinning Slater around he drops him with a short arm clothesline and goes for a quick pin.
1
NO!!!

Matthews: Slater with the kick out after one, and this match is back in the favor of guilty pleasure.

Walters: Outside the ring, Cera and Sparx are going at it again, the ref has lost total control of this one.

Outside the ring, Sparx grabs Cera by the arm and goes for the irish whip, but she counters and instead sends Sparx back first into the steel steps. Inside the ring Whitaker brings Slater to his feet and underhooks both of Slater’s arms, but Slater breaks free and back body drops Whitaker to the matt. Turning around, Slater drops an elbow to the chest of Whitaker. On his feet Slater bounces off the ropes with a limp, and spears Whitaker through the second rope to the outside of the ring.

Matthews: And it back on the outside of the ring. This is utter chaos, and Cera is now on the attack of Whitaker on the outside.

Walters: Brutal chest stomp there by Cera and Slater is now on his feet, both of them are working together.

Lifting Whitaker to his feet, both Cera and Slater Plant him with a double DDT on the outside. Quickly Slater rolls Whitaker into the ring and follows him in, making the tag to Cera who jumps to the top rope and leaps off dropping a brutal knee and rolling through the move. Quickly she rushes back and goes for the cover on Whitaker.
1
2
NO!!!!!

Matthews: Whitaker got the shoulder up and this one isn’t over.

Walters: Quick tag back to Slater and Cera has Whitaker up and his chest exposed for the kick from Slater.

Grabbing Whitaker, he sets the man up and hits him with the Shockwave in the middle of the ring and goes for the cover.
1
2
NO!!!!! Sparx lunges and double axe handles Slater in the back to break up the count. Immediately Cera is in the ring and tackles Sparx, the two rolling out of the ring.

Matthews: Sparx with the save and now Cera and Sparx are back outside the ring battling it out.

Walters: Yeah and Slater is slow to get back to his feet, with a limp. But he is moving in on Whitaker.

Reaching down, Slater brings Whitaker to his feet and hooks the mans head, but Whitaker twists out of it and kicks Slater in the stomach, hooking his arms, Whitaker hits Slater with a double underhook piledriver.

Matthews: What a move by Whitaker and both men are down in the ring, as the ref tries to get control of Cera and Sparx on the outside.

Walters: Yeah and there doesn’t seem to be much success for the ref on that front.

Matthews: Xtreme Speed!!!! Sparx is out cold on the outside of the ring and Cera is back in the ring.

As Whitaker gets to his feet, Cera chops his knee and takes the man to the ground before the ref can get her out of the ring and back on the apron. Getting to his feet, Slater makes the tag to Cera and like a flash she is in the ring and bringing Whitaker to his feet. With a series of chops and strikes she drives Whitaker back into his corner, but Sparx is still down on the outside. Mounting the second rope, Cera proceeds to punch Whitaker in the face ten times before dropping down off the middle rope.

Matthews: This is bad for Whitaker, Sparx is out and Cera and Slater are in total control of this match.

Walters: There is no doubt about it, Whitaker and Sparx may be seeing their tag title hopes slipping away from them right here.

Stepping back, Cera takes off and hits Whitaker with a running flying spinning heel kick. As Whitaker falls out of the corner, Sparx gets to the apron and tags the man on the back. Cera grabs Whitaker and brings him to his feet, but Sparx leaps off the top rope and missile drop kicks Cera across the ring.

Matthews: Sparx tagged himself in and out of nowhere he has surprised Cera and may have shifted the balance in this match.

Walters: Never count someone out, Sparx is back up and he looks determined.

Grabbing Cera by the head, Sparx leads her to the corner and slams her face first into the top turnbuckle, before throwing her over the top rope and back first onto the steel steps that Sparx earlier sent flying when he slammed into them back first. Taking off, Sparx charges at Slater, stopping and grabbing the man and pulling him into the ring. Dropping an elbow, Sparx hits the Conflagration on Slater and turns to Whitaker who is on his feet in the corner.

Matthews: Sparx is going for the tag, but there is Cera from behind, pushing sparx into the corner.

Walters: Sparx made the tag but Cera is on Sparx like white on rice.

Sparx and Cera again go at it, the two tumbling out of the ring as Whitaker drops off the apron and circles the ring, rolling into the ring next to Slater. Grabbing the man he brings Slater to his feet and hooks him for a suplex, but Slater counters and sends Whitaker flying over the top rope to the outside.

Matthews: And now the fight is on the outside, Slater just leapt through the middle rope and took out Sparx as he was attacking Cera.

As Slater gets to his feet, Whitaker spears him into the guard rail and both men go limp on the outside. Cera grabs Sparx and rolls him into the ring, as she hooks him, Sparx spins out and hits the Conflagration on her. Quickly he tries to go for the cover, but Slater slips into the ring and spins Sparx around dropping him with the Shockwave.

Matthews: This is chaos, who the hell are the legal wrestlers?

Walters: I have no freaking idea, I think it’s Cera and Whitaker but honeslty I have no idea.

As Slater gets to his feet and turns around, Whitaker meets him with a kick to the stomach and hooks his arms, delivering the Ego Trip and going for the cover, but the ref doesn’t drop down and count the pin fall.

Matthews: The ref isn’t counting because Slater isn’t the legal man in the ring.

Walters: And Whitaker appears to know that as he is going for the pin of Cera.

1
2
NO!!!!

Matthews: She kicked out, somehow she kicked out.

Walters: Yeah but Whitaker already has her on her feet again and there it is another Ego Trip!!!!

As Whitaker hits the Ego Trip, Slater uses the ropes to get to his feet, just as Whitaker drops down for the pin fall, Slater takes off, but Sparx spears the man out of nowhere and Whitaker covers Cera.
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Matthews: My God they did it, guilty pleasure did it, they beat Merciless demise.

Walters: what a match and what a save by Sparx, Slater was ready to break up the pin fall but Sparx made the save.

Inside the ring both Sparx and Whitaker raise their hands in victory as the ref hands each of them their tag title.

Matthews: What a match, how can the main event even possibly top that?

Walters: I don’t possibly know, but I have a feeling it will be great.

Tom Davis: Here are your winners and new NEW Tag Team Champions. Shane Sparx and Jarek Whitaker, GUILTY PLEASURE!!!!

[Roger Wright]

Jill Matthews: What an amazing Tag Team Match we have just seen from these four talented competitors!

Vince Walters: I know I can be an asshole at times, but I have to give these four credit. They delivered, going back and forth throughout, and either team could have taken the win and earned the Tag Team Championships.

Jill Matthews: Well ladies and gentleman, coming up next is our ... wait a minute...

As Sparx and Jarek depart the ring, something seems to be wrong with Slater. Cera is busy talking with Jen at ringside, but inside the ring Slater is talking unto himself in aggressive tones. He starts to clutch his head with his hands, shaking with immense anger as the crowd are wondering what’s going on.

Vince Walters: What’s up with Slater?

Jill Matthews: I don’t like this at all. I think we need some medical staff to check him out please. If anyone in the back can hear me that would be appreciated...

The referee, having heard a few details through his hidden earpiece, approaches Slater and tries to get him to leave, telling him calmly that he can sort out his problems in the medical room. Suddenly, without warning, Slater lashes out and hits a thunderous clothesline against the referee, knocking him out cold in one blow! The crowd start murmuring and booing as Slater growls with utter aggravation, going to the outside and using his rage to attack a nearby security guy, drilling him with a few punches until his colleague comes to his aid, but he also receives a few shots for good measure!

Jill Matthews: Okay, we need help out here! Slater has gone berserk!

Cera and Jen, realizing what is happening, try to go around the ring to aid Slater, but he is getting overwhelmed with security members and referees who hurriedly arrive on the scene. But Slater finds his way through them with his aggressive brutality, finally punching Tom Davis off his chair near the timekeepers table and then folding up the chair before wielding it as a weapon. The crowd seem to be in shock as Slater starts nailing security and referees with the chair, yelling aloud how he’s not “an utter failure” and that he “won’t let his love die”.

Jill Matthews: Vince, we need to move ... now.

Vince Walters: Fuck this, I’m hiding!

Cera manages to fend off a few referees herself and gets behind Slater to restrain him, but Slater, believing it to be another person, elbows her in the face without looking around! Cera snaggers back as she feels her face, the crowd gasping and booing loudly after the connection. Slater takes solace in the ring as the security get defensive, Slater falling onto his knees in the ring as he continues to harness the chair, looking depressed and enraged all at once.

Jill Matthews: I have ... no idea what has gotten into that man. I can’t express what we are witnessing here...



Suddenly “This Is War” by 30 Seconds To Mars plays as Slater doesn’t even look around at the entrance, Cera and Jen staying away from him as Jesse Styles walks out onto the stage, clearly pissed off by Slater’s inexcusable activities. He threatens them to cut his music, ignoring the booing crowds that taunt him as he concentrates on the ring only.

Jesse Styles: Matt Slater! How dare you attack my staff! How dare you put their professional careers in jeopardy! Do you understand what you’ve done?!

Slater doesn’t respond as he keeps his head bowed, his face coloured red by his emotions.

Jesse Styles: Because of your conducts, Slater ... attacking my referees AND my security, you are hereby SUSPENDED for two fucking weeks! You will not be on the next Ignite, and you damn sure won’t be at Kamikaze! Oh yeah, and if you expect to get paid on this so-called “time-off”, then tough fucking shit! You are suspended for two weeks, WITHOUT PAY, and if I EVER, see you at Ignite or Kamikaze, you will be FIRED! Now get that piece of shit out of my ring!

Jesse Styles leaves with a disgruntled expression as Cera and Jen just look at Slater, Slater continuing to remain knelt on the canvas as he simply stares at the canvas. The security and referees that remain enter the ring cautiously, but Slater doesn’t attack again. He merely stays quiet as the crowd boo around the arena, but then he moves ... albeit not aggressively. Instead he drops the chair and then departs the ring himself, wiping his hands over his face and sombrely walking up the ramp, Cera and Jen distantly following his departure as the scene fades to a commercial break.

[Roger Wright]

Walters: Oh what the hell? What the hell is Roger doing coming out here again?

Roger appears at the top of the stage with a smile on his face. With a limp he walks down to the ring, slipping under the bottom rope and grabbing a microphone from a nearby stage hand.

Wright: Well I guess my hiatus was short lived.

The fans erupt into cheers.

Wright: Now my return to the ring is still a while away, but in the meantime I was recently contacted, contacted by some really important people.

The crowd goes silent as Roger slowly paces around the ring with a limp, his head turned down, eyes on the ring matt.

Wright: I think we all remember this event!

Pointing to the NEWtron an image of Jesse Styles attacking the Showtime executive from Hallows Night Fight appears. The fans begin to cheer and scream.

Wright: Well Showtime eventually fired that man, probably because he was too weak to stand up to Jesse, or maybe it was the glass jaw, who really knows. Needless to say they had to replace that man.

A loud chant went up in the stadium ‘WE WANT ROGER!’ Smiling Roger lifted his head and continued pacing with a limp around the ring.

Wright: Well your wish is their command, I am now the Showtime liaison to the NEW, meaning I control 50% of the interest of the NEW.

The crowd went crazy at his words.

Wright: So I guess you will be seeing a whole lot of me!

Chants of ‘ROGER!’ boomed all through out the arena as Roger moved to the edge of the ring, the side with the announce table on it.

Wright: So first things first, Vince Walters.

Looking around Vince pointed at himself with a confused look on his face.

Wright: Yeah you, you’re the only Vince Walters on the payroll from what I understand. You are in my seat!

Ripping off his headset Vince slammed it on the table and began yelling at Roger, the fans screaming ‘BYE VINCE!!!!’

Wright: Oh don’t worry, it’s only for this match, you can come back and continue doing a lame ass job next week. I just think the people at home deserve a world title match with two good commentators at ringside.

Throwing his arms in the air Vince walks off, as he does so he continues to yell at Roger, his words inaudible over the crowd screaming and chanting ‘BYE VINCE!’

Wright: So who is ready for the main event of the evening?

The crowd shifted gears and began screaming in anticipation of the World title match.

Wright: I did some thinking, and well I think Sheffield deserves something more than just a regular old world title match, you need something special, you want your champions to be tough, like the steel you are so famous for.

The fans began to scream even louder, chanting Roger’s name over and over again.

Wright: So tonight’s Main Event will be a falls anywhere, No holds barred match!!!!!

The Stadium nearly erupted as Roger stepped out of the ring and made his way for the announce table, taking a headset and settling into Vince’s chair.

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the Main Event of the evening for the NEW Undisputed World Title!!!!!



Amazing by Kanye West begins to play through the arena as Judas Dathan walks out onto the ramp and makes his way to the ring.

Tom Davis: Introducing first, he is the challenger. From Los Angeles California, JUDAS DATHAN!!!!!



Please by Nine Inch Nails rips through the arena and Adrien walks out from the back, Undisputed World Title around his waist. As he makes his way to the ring, the fans are a mixture of boos and cheers. Climbing into the ring, Adrien raises his arms over his head and moves for the turnbuckle, taking a seat on it.

Tom Davis: Introducing the NEW Undisputed Champion, from Brighton England, ADRIEN SPECTER!!!!!

Matthews: Well this one is about ready to go, I want to welcome Roger to the ringside with me.

Wright: Pleasure Ms. Matthews. How are you?

Matthews: A bit in shock, but other than that I am fine and excited about this match. The change to the rules is going to be great.

Wright: Wanted to shake things up a bit, and what better way to do that then during the Main Event.

Matthews: There is the bell and this one is under way, Judas and Specter locking up in the middle of the ring collar to elbow style.

Specter takes the early advantage with a arm bar to hammerlock. Pushing Judas forward he jams the man chest first into the corner. Grabbing Judas’ head Adrien slams it face first into the top turnbuckle and snap mare’s Judas over his back as the man stumbles out of the corner. Leaping to the air Adrien brings a knee down on the face of Judas before the man can even think about getting back to his feet.

Matthews: Specter with the early upper hand in this one. He is using speed to push some offense along with his all out ruthlessness.

Wright: If there is one thing I know about Adrien, it is how ruthless he can be in that ring. There might not be anyone more aggressive and more dangerous than Adrien.

As Judas gets to his feet, Adrien grabs him by the head, dropping the man with a neck breaker and going for the early cover.
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Matthews: This is a bit rare, Adrien is slowing the match down and beating Judas with a great ground game right here.

Wright: Make no mistake, Adrien is so dangerous because of his ability to do things like this, he can out crazy you, then out wrestle you, it’s like fighting two different men in that ring.

With a mighty effort, Judas manages to roll over, Specter’s shoulders hitting the matt as he refuses to let go of the head lock. Immediately the ref drops down and begins the count.
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Matthews: I think he just kicked the taste right out of Adrien’s mouth.

Wright: No doubt, and Judas is wasting little time in going on the offensive here in this one.

As Specter uses the ropes to get to his feet, Judas slams into his with a flying knee that sends Specter tumbling over the top rope and spilling to the outside of the ring. Taking two steps back, Judas takes off again and hops to the top rope, spring boarding off and hitting a moonsault onto Specter on the outside of the ring. Immediately Judas hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
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Matthews: Specter just got the shoulder up, I don’t know how but he did.

Wright: Pure un adulterated desire, it is going to take a whole heck of a lot to beat Specter in this one. That man runs on desire and there is a lot of it in the tank, even after all the battles he has been in with me the last two weeks.

Grabbing Specter by the head, Judas raises the man to his feet and guides him around the outside of the ring. Coming to the steel steps, Judas pulls Adrien’s head back and attempts to bring it down on the steps, but Adrien counters, instead sending Judas face first into the steps. For a moment both men lay on the steps exhausted, but Adrien rouses first, grabbing Judas by the head and again slamming him face first into the steps. Now Adrien shoves Judas to the floor, lifting the tops set of steps off, he holds it over his head and brings it down onto the chest of Judas.

Matthews: My God!

Wright: From one man to another, Adrien has gone to that place, the place he goes when he knows he will have to pull out all the stops to win.

Shoving aside the steel steps, Adrien drops down and goes for the cover of Dathan.
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Matthews: How the hell did Dathan manage that much energy? He must be running off of pure adrenaline and nothing more.

Wright: He knows what is on the line in this match, and will do everything he can. It’s amazing what you can make yourself do when you know the stakes.

Using the rail around the ringside, Judas pulls himself to a standing position, blood trickling down form his forehead. Turning around he drops down at the last moment just as specter is charging, and drop toe holds Specter face first into the guard rail around the ringside. Quickly Judas jumps to his feet, and drops an elbow to the back of Specter, followed by a standing leaping knee drop to the exact same location.

Matthews: I think Specter may have lost some teeth on that drop toe hold, did you see the way his face slammed into the guard rail?

Wright: No doubt, that was some quick and smart thinking by Dathan right there.

Bringing Adrien to his feet, Dathan half drags, half helps Specter around the ring and up the ramp way towards the NEWtron. At the top of the stage, Dathan hooks Specter and Snap DDT’s him face first into the steel stage. Snatching the camera out of the nearby camera mans hands Dathan holds it up over Specter who is out cold on his back, Bringing it down he slams it viewer first into the face of Specter the feed of the camera going out as the camera shatters all over the ramp way, cutting into the skin on the forehead of Specter.

Matthews: Now how is that for Television, an up close and personal shot of Adrien Specter as the video camera slams down on his face.

Wright: Tell me about it, for all those out there that wondered what it was like to get hit in the face with some crazy ass object, there you have it, that’s what you see.

Instead of going for the pin on Specter, Judas brings the man to his feet, and whips him into the steel mainframe around the NEWtron. As Specter bounces off of it and stumbles, back, Judas hooks him and snap suplexes him off of the stage to the concrete below.

Matthews: Specter might be dead. I have never seen anything like that before.

Wright: I have to admit even I am in shock at that one.

Standing on the edge of the stage, Judas looks down on Specter, finally he leaps off of the stage into a shooting star press. Slamming down on top of Specter, Judas hooks the mans leg and goes for the cover.
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Matthews: How the hell did Specter get his shoulder up? After all of that how the hell did he get his shoulder up?

Wright: I don’t know, but Judas seems almost as shocked as both of us. Look at him plead with the ref, he wanted that three count and thought he had it, just like all of us in the arena.

Grabbing Specter by the head, Judas leads him through the side access into the backstage area, slamming the man back and face first into damn near everything he can find along the way. Finally he reaches a hallway with a loose set of cable on a packing crate. Grabbing the cable, Judas wraps it around the neck of specter and drops down, spreading specter back first over his own back, choking the life out of Specter the best he can. Finally releasing the hold, Judas drops down again and goes for the cover.
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Matthews: Specter refuses to quit, he is taking everything that Judas has and keeps on kicking out. What is Judas going to have to do in order to beat Specter?

Wright: He might actually have to kill him. I know that was how I felt the last two weeks, the man took everything I had and wouldn’t stay the hell down.

Grabbing Specter, Judas again brings him to his feet, and throws the man through the nearby wall and into an office. There in the office we see Jesse Styles throwing paperwork off of his desk and screaming, ‘how the hell could Showtime do this to me?’ Not even stopping to care, Dathan drags Specter by his feet out of the office, as they return to the hall, Specter uses his free leg and kicks Dathan in the stomach. As Judas is hunched over, Specter reaches up and rolls him into a small package.
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Matthews: Holy cow, Specter just almost stole the match from Dathan after all of that punishment that Dathan has inflicted on him.

Wright: You can’t ever count Specter out, and Dathan may have gotten a little soft with him for a moment there.

First to his feet, Dathan reaches down for Specter, but Specter grabs him by the head and slams him face first into the wall that lay just above Specter’s head. Using the nearby packing crate, Specter pulls himself to his feet and stumbles for a moment, blood pouring from his forehead, he wipes it from his eyes and shakes his head. Opening the crate, Specter turns his attention to Judas who is just getting to his feet, grabbing him Adrien delivers a belly to belly suplex that sends Judas into the packing crate. Slamming the lid shut Adrien locks it and begins to wheel it through the hallway.

Matthews: He just locked Judas in that packing crate, this can’t be good at all.

Wright: I wonder where the hell he is taking that thing!

Coming around a corner, Adrien comes to a stop and grabs a bag off of a table. Smiling he opens the crate, and as Judas stands up Adrien slams the bag into the side of his face, thumb tacks pouring out as Judas falls back into the crate, Specter slamming the lid shut again, and once more locking it. Slowly Adrien begins to push the packing crate around the halls again, finally bringing it to the staging area and out on to the stage in the arena again.

Matthews: Oh no! He isn’t going to do what I think he is going to do is he?

Wright: Oh yes he is, he is going to do exactly what you, I and everyone else is thinking he is going to do.

Pushing the crate forward, Adrien sends it off the top of the stage plummeting to the concrete floor, the wood shattering apart, thumbtack and Judas slamming into the concrete. With a sinister smile on his face, Adrien wipes away the blood from his forehead and moves down the ramp, coming around it to Judas who is not moving on the ground. Dropping down, Adrien goes for the pinfall.
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Matthews: Now Judas is the one who doesn’t want to give up, thrown off the stage in a packing crate, onto a bunch of thumb tacks and Judas won’t give up to Adrien.

Wright: Neither one of these men want to give up, for Judas he knows this could be his only shot for a long time, for Adrien he doesn’t want to lose that gold, he just got it and will do anything to hold onto it.

Bringing Judas to his feet, Specter hooks his arms and twists him around, setting Dathan up for the Six Feet Under, but Dathan manages to twist out of the move, wrapping his arms around the waist of Specter, he hits Specter with a German suplex onto the thumb tacks.

Matthews: Specter wanted to end it right there with the Six Feet Under, but Dathan countered into a German Suplex.

Wright: Yeah at a price to his own body though. Both men are, those tacks dug into the back of Dathan just as much as they did into the upper shoulder and back area of Specter.

Both men after a long minute manage to get to their feet, Dathan pulls tacks from his arms and hands as Specter stumbles towards him, Reaching out Dathan tries to grab Specter, but Specter ducks the attempt and Grabs Dathan instead around the waist. Quickly Dathan throws an elbow striking Specter in the face, forcing him to release the hold on his waist. As Dathan turns, Specter drops him with a clothesline to the ground on the tacks.

Matthews: More of the Thumb Tacks. Both men are going to be full of tiny holes by the time this one is done.

Wright: But it will be worth it for the winner, because they will be champion, and that will make any pain they suffered in this match worth it. That is why Specter puts himself through all of the pain, why any of us do, for that title.

Grabbing a piece of the wood that broke off of the crate, Specter wields it with a smile on his face as he approaches Dathan who is back on his feet. Swinging the wood like a bat, Specter splinters it across the back of Dathan, immediately dropping him to his knees. Jumping around the back of Judas, Specter spikes the man face first into the concrete with a DDT and goes for the pin.
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Matthews: Damn that was close, but Dathan just got the shoulder up again. But I think the writing is on the wall, Specter seems to be almost getting a second win, growing stronger every minute.

Wright: You might just be right on that one Jill, Specter seems to be moving better and better as time goes on in this one.

Grabbing Judas by the head, Specter lifts the man to his feet, and takes off for the stage, running up it he hits the fight or flight on Judas, rolling the man over and going for the cover immediately after.
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Matthews: Another kick out and Specter seems to be getting a little bit annoyed in this one.

Wright: No doubt, I thought for sure that it was over right there, but Dathan again kicked out. I honestly don’t know how either of them have anything left in the tank.

Bringing Judas to his feet again, Specter steps back and attempts the De Viate, but Judas manages to duck the move. As Specter comes back around, Judas kicks him in the stomach, and grabs him by the head, rotating him over he delivers the Catalyst to Specter.

Matthews: Dathan just hit Specter with the Catalyst!

Wright: Yeah but he doesn’t have enough left in the tank to finish it off, both men are out on the ground.

Using the stage support, Dathan pulls himself up, as Specter manages to get to his feet as well. Turning around both men, wobble on their feet for a moment. Then they move forward toward each other. Just as they get close, Specter grabs another piece of wood off the ground and swings it at Judas, but the man ducks and grabs Specter by the head, hitting him with a neck breaker. Not even hesitating Judas grabs Specter and brings him to his feet, but Specter shrugs Dathan off and hits him with a European Upper cut.

Matthews: These two are damn near just slugging it out now. This is like a classic boxing match, neither man willing to give in and just throw in the towel.

Wright: And neither man will, they are going to go until one can’t go anymore.

Reaching out Specter grabs for Dathan but Judas slaps his hands away, grabbing Specter instead and twisting him around, hitting another catalyst on him, this time into the thumb tacks. Slow to his feet, Dathan looks down at Specter and then back up onto the stage. Quickly Judas takes off up the ramp, moving as fast as he nearly broken body will let him go. At the top Judas looks down, but Specter is back on his feet and moving for the ramp.

Coming down the ramp, Judas meets Specter with a running knee that slams Specter hard to his back. Grabbing his head, Dathan leads Specter up the ramp way to the top of the stage. Reaching the top, Adrien breaks the hold Judas has on him and slams Judas face first into the steel support structure around the NEWtron. Spinning Judas around, Specter hits him with a blue thunder driver and goes for the pin.
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Matthews: And again Judas kicks out. There is no quit in Judas, or maybe he just has no clue where he is and is fighting out of pure instinct.

Wright: I think he refuses to quit, Specter will have to knock him out to get the win, end of story.

Climbing up the support structure around the NEWtron, Specter stops halfway up and turns around to face the down Judas. Leaping off, Specter does a double rotation moonsault, but Judas rolls out of the way, Specter slamming into the steel stage. Struggling to his feet, Judas turns his attention back to Specter as the man gets to all fours. Moving as fast as he can, Judas runs at Specter, drop kicking the man as he is on all fours, and sending Adrien rolling off of the stage and down to the concrete floor below, back first into the thumbtacks.

Matthews: Oh My God, Judas can’t be thinking what I think he is thinking.

Wright: Oh he is, he absolutely is. I say go for it, lay it all on the line!

Looking down at Specter laying in the mess that is thumb tacks at the bottom of the stage, Judas takes a deep breath and leaps off the stage.

Matthews: KRISIS KORE!!!!!

Wright: And he hit it, he has the leg hooked and there is the count.

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Matthews: OH MY GOD!!!!! JUDAS JUST DID THE IMPROBABLE, HE JUST BEAT ADRIEN SPECTER FOR THE NEW UNDISPUTED TITLE!!!!!

Wright: Hey I knew he had it in him all along.

Tom Davis: Here is your winner and new NEW UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPION, JUDAS DATHAN!!!!!

Covered in blood, Judas takes the title as it is handed to him and holds it in his hands in what looks like disbelief, and then he thrusts it into the air, the fans cheering him intensely.

Matthews: He did it, I still can’t believe he was able to outlast all of that pain and all of that punishment.

Wright: That tells you how much that title means to him, and good luck to anyone who wants to take it away from him.

Matthews: I am just still in awe of what these two men put each other through, and somehow Judas came away with the win. What an amazing match, just proving why NEW is number one!

Wright: Absoluely and this is what the NEW is all about right here, great matches and amazing outcomes.

Matthews: Well that is all for this week on Ignite, we shall see you all next week at Ignite 49.

As the show Goes of the air the fans get one last glimpse of Judas Dathan grasping the world title and holding it close to his chest.