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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 14:28:07 GMT -5
Before "Hallows Night Fight" begins, we find ourselves outside, right across the street from the MGM Grand Center in Las Vegas, Nevada. As the cameras pan in closer, we see three familiar figures standing tall outside of what appears to be a Popeye's Chicken. But.. they're standing.. at the drive-thru window?! The idiots who apparently no know better? Guilty Pleasure's Jarek Whitaker (Youngblood Championship hanging around his neck) and Shane Sparx, NEW Transatlantic Championship around his waist, a blow-up doll underneath his right arm. The third man with them? Shane Sparx' old running buddy - Lucas McCann! It seems as if they're holding up the drive-thru line ; the roaring sound of boo's upon realizing a few pro-wrestlers are disturbing their fattening dinner run, as cars would now line up behind the three men. Horns would blow.. as Shane would bang on the window. However, the first car behind them would begin to place his order.. ignoring our beloved NEW superstars. Shane would continue banging on the window.. as the car now inched closer toward the window.. putting an understood hault to his gas pedal as to not obnoxiously run over the delinquents. "Where the fuck is this bitch at?! I know she hears us!", Jarek shouts, now banging on the window himself. Luke would now step up, doing the same. Suddenly, an outraged, angry black woman would forcefully push the sliding glass drive-thru window over, revealing herself in all her glory. "Could I FUCKING help you crackuhz?!" "Yo, yo, YO, Tyler Perry! Who the FUCK are you callin' a "crackuh"?!", Lucas would intercept. "You racist ass chicken fryin' porch mon......" "EASY, GREASY.", Jarek would say, stepping in between both Shane and Lucas. "Look, can we just order some food please?!" "Bring your white asses in here.. and you with the blowup doll! Put on a got damn shirt, ya crackuh!" "We're... kind've trying to avoid the fat people around here. Obese people kind've... scare us." "Says the man who fucks countless fat chicks week in and week out.." "Well, that's different. That's sexual healin'. In this environment, however, we're AT a damn fast food joint. Lots of fat fucks wantin' their buckets of Popeye's chicken, their sweet potato pies, their mashed.. "tators".. I'm sure three bulky white boys wouldn't be too far off their food chain." "Point taken, I suppose..." Shane now looked up at Madea herself. "And if my being shirtless is such a huge problem, then why're you fuckin' drooling over the cash register, ugly?!" "WHO YOU CALLIN' U... YOU KNOW WHAT! Get in here and say that SHIT to my fuckin' face!! Y'all ain't shit! Y'all some crackas! I'm try'na give these people they chicken and y'all standin' out here like some dumb asses. Y'all get in he'uh!" Blink. Blink. "Say... what?!" The cashier would proceed to put her leg through the window, as to attempt to jump out and plan some form of an attack on the NEW'ers. Shane clobbers her leg with the gold plate of the Transatlantic title.. followed by a shot to the forehead with the belt as well. The cashier staggers, and falls on her.. err, his? ..back. This is when a secondary cashier comes up, with the food order of the man in the car behind them. "Can I help you?!" "THIS IS A ROBBERY! GIVE ME ALL THE CHICKEN YOU GOT, BITCH! AND I WANT IT FRESH! DON'T GIMME THAT SHIT THAT'S BEEN SITTIN' OUT ALL DAY!" Shane was on a roll... as he held the Transatlantic title up, using it as if it were a life-threatening weapon. The cashier would damn near toss them two large buckets of chicken, as the NEW'ers would begin to flee... turning to run across the street. The BUSY street. They were running late, of course, for the start of NEW's Ignite. But atleast they wouldn't be late on an empty stomach. Luke would run across with the chicken, Shane with his belt and blowup doll dragging across the concrete, and Jarek with...... oh shit, he left his Youngblood title behind! As the men make it half-way across the busy street, Jarek takes it upon himself to turn and grab his prestigious title.. as by now the car behind them had started to ease up. Jarek, after almost getting hit crossing the street, would retrieve the Youngblood title.. as the right, front tire of the vehicle has slightly run over the left strap. Jarek begins to kick and scream at the car.. his title in jeopardy. He pounds on the window of the old slugger's door.. and as the man looks up, Jarek motions a 'fist pump'. This for some reason intimidates the guy, as he drives away.. the tire only rolling over the leather part of the strap, not damaging it. Across the way, Lucas and Shane are seen motioning Jarek back. "Come the fuck on, dude! We're late for the show!" Mind you, Luke and Shane were RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE of the street.. refusing to move forward without Jarek. As Jarek would run across and meet with his group, Shane would look over and wink at a woman driving a nearby car.. and trip and face plant into the curb. Jarek and Luke would laugh.. having crossed the street as they now pull Shane and his Transatlantic title up. As he sits, his arms elevated by Luke and Jarek, he takes a deep breath.. only before seeing his poor blowup doll being ran over by a Marta bus. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! ANGELINA!!!!!!!!!" And with that? The NEW logo would flash across the screen, and Hallows Night Fight would officially be underway. The opening music video and Hallows Night Logo show across the screen as we go live inside the arena for the opening bout of this historic evening
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 14:31:51 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from the Asylum, ANONYMOUS!!!!! The lights in the arena go completely out in the arena when 3AM begins to play through out the arena. We then see Doctor Peter Kaymakcian walking out leading Anonymous onto the stage. Peter Kaymakcian has a cane with him and he strolls down the ramp as Anonymous walks down the ramp slow and methodical. Out of nowhere he picks out a random fan and charges at him/her as if he were going to attack, Peter stops him and starts leading him down the ring again. Peter walks up the steps and then hops over the top rope. Anonymous steps up on the apron and steps over the top rope. He walks to the corner and just sits there waiting for the match to begin. Tom Davis: And his opponent, MATT MCMATTIO!!!!! Playboy by Seven Icons plays 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. Tom Davis: And their opponent, BLAIR BUCHANNAN!!!!! "Erotica" by Madonna begins to play. The main arena lights dim. Pale pink spotlights swirl around,as the crowd overflows with excitement. The arena is abuzz with anticipation. The video screens ignite with images of the vivacious bombshell, Blair Buchannan in various ensembles, poised in a plethera of positions as well as in a few different matches. Before long, those velvet curtains were pushed aside and the lovely Blair Buchannan herself made her way onto the main stage, wearing the TransAtlantic Championship Title Belt around her waist. The Southern Belle was outfitted in a pair of white tennis shoes, white latex minishorts, and a white latex strapless tube top. Her toned, bronzed body lightly shimmered when the lights hit her just right. Blair ran both of her hands through her long silky hair before making her way down the ramp. She grinned from ear to ear, her long brown tresses bouncing while she skipped down the ramp. As she made her way to the ringside area, Blair quickly trotted up the steps before extending her leg over the middle rope, ducking slowly and suggestively under the top rope and into the ring, then flipped her long hair. She smiled ,unbuckling the T.A Title Belt and raising it into the air with a grin on her face. The crowd cheered as she made her way from one side of the ring to the other. As her music continued to play, Blair handed her belt to the ring official and then paced from side to side in the ring as she eagerly anticipated the start of the match Matthews: Here it is, the return of Blair Buchannan to the NEW, and it’s on the stage of Hallow’s night fight. Walters: Right where it should be too, opening the show. Matthews: For a man who seems to love all women, you sure do hate Blair. Walters: Hate is the wrong word, you need something much stronger than hate to describe how I feel, how about detest? Matthews: I don’t understand you at all Vince, but then no woman does. But this match is underway and the fight is brewing in the ring right from the get go. With an open hand, Anonymous slaps Blair to her knees, then damn near steps through her with a big boot the face. Jumping on his back, McMattio rips at the mask of Anonymous, but the man grabs the back of his head and slings him to the matt like a rag doll. Matthews: Anonymous has exerted his power early in this match, just destroying Blair and McMatio within seconds. Walters: This is of no shock to anyone. Neither Blair nor Matt have a chance, so sad for the return of Blair to the NEW. Grabbing Blair by the head with one hand, Anonymous lifts her to her feet. Immediately Anonymous drops her back to the matt with a brutal head butt. Turning on his heel he snatches McMattio as the man tries to leap off the top rope at him. Spinning him around he slams McMattio to the matt with Asylum nightmare, and goes for the cover. 1 2 NO!!!! Blair breaks up the pin fall with a drop kick to the side of Anonymous’ head. Matthews: This one was over but Blair broke up the pinfall. Walters: And she is regretting it now. Lifting Blair into the air, Anonymous throws her over the top rope and into the railing around the ringside. Stepping over the top rope, Anonymous drops to the outside area of the ring and grabs Blair by the hair, dragging her around the ring. Finally he pulls her to her feet and slams her back first into the ring post, Blair crumpling to the ground immediately. From behind, McMattio rushes in chop blocking the knee out from under Anonymous. Matthews: Great move there by Matt, take out the mans legs and you negate that distinct power advantage he has. Walters: Oh come one, he is just holding off the inevitable. Stepping back, Matt watches as Anonymous tries to get to his feet. Rushing in he delivers a drop kick to the knee of Anonymous just as he gets to his feet, Anonymous falling to his knees again. Spinning on his heel Matt delivers a brutal spinning kick to the side of Anonymous’ head. The man leaning to the side, Again Matt spins on his heel delivering another kick, and again Anonymous leans without falling. Matthews: Matt is doing his damndest but he can’t keep Anonymous down, the man is already trying to get back up. Walters: Because he stands no chance Jill, no chance at all. Taking two steps back Matt suddenly takes off for Anonymous, hitting the man with a shining wizard and dropping Anonymous to his back. But slowly the man begins to rise again to his feet. Stepping back Matt watches as Anonymous begins to limp towards him. Quickly McMattio rolls back into the ring and waits as Anonymous mounts the apron and climbs over the top rope. Matthews: This doesn’t seem to bold well for Matt. Walters: Oh wow what the heck was that? Rushing across the ring, McMattio leaps into the air and dropkicks Anonymous as he is stradling the top rope trying to get into the ring. With a thud the man lands back first into the barrier around the ring. Jumping up and down Matt acts as if he has won the match, only to have Blair come up behind him and deliver a full nelson face buster to him in the middle of the ring and go for the pin. 1 2 NO!!!! Matt gets his shoulder up at the last moment! Matthews: If Blair or Matt want to win it has to be right now, Anonymous is out on the outside, but who knows for how long. Walters: This is the only chance either of them will have and they need to take advantage of it. Grabbing Matt as the man gets back to his feet, Blair delivers a kick to the gut, followed by a back hand slap, and a clotheline that drops McMattio to the ground. Stepping back she waits as Matt uses the ropes to get to his feet. As he turns around, Blair hops over the top rope, and then springboards off back into the ring grabbing McMattio and hitting the Beauty sleep on him. Matthews: She better go for the pin now because Anonymous is almost back to his feet! Walters: It’s too late. Dropping down Blair goes for the cover on McMattio. 1 2 NO!!!! Blair rolls away from the pin at the last second as Anonymous attempts to stomp on her back, his leg instead meeting the matt and his injured knee buckling, forcing him to one knee. Rushing across the ring Blair grabs a handfull of Anonymous’ hair and delivers a slightly modified version of the Southern Hospitality on him. Matthews: That might be enough, but Blair isn’t going for the pin, what the hell is she doing? Walters: I don’t know but this might just be a big mistake if you ask me. Slowly Anonymous climbs to his feet as Blair waits on the ring apron. As Anonymous turns around to face her, Blair leaps up and spring boards off the top rope, hitting Anonymous with the Beauty Sleep. Rolling out of the move, Blair bounces off the far ropes and hits Matt McMattio with the Southern Hospitality just as the man is getting back to his feet. For a moment Blair looks at the destruction in the ring and then drops down and pins Anonymous. 1 2 3!!!!! Matthews: She picked Anonymous to pin, clearly to send a statement to the back. Walters: What, that she likes big ugly men? Matthews: Oh please Vince. She just put everyone on notice, she is back and better than ever! Tom Davis: Here is your winner, BLAIR BUCHANNAN!!!!!Walters: Whatever, she just wanted to lay on the fat ugly guy.
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 14:33:36 GMT -5
Backstage at the MGM Arena and Tao Ishida Kun is seen handing out flyers to anybody who will take one off him. A couple of unknowns chuckle as they take one and the flyer drops to the floor. We see Ishida and Wang hugging with the words “HAVE YOU SEEN MY WANG” written in large bold hand writing on the flyer.
Ishida: Hey you! Have you seen my Wang?
Ishida accost none other than Clark Benson who swirls round microphone in his hand, although momentarily surprised by Ishida’s presence Clark is a consummate professional he signals for a camera man to come round and as the two pull into shot he goes into interview mode.
Benson: Hello there I’m here with a rookie taking the NEW by storm – the undefeated Tao Ishida Kun! Now Ishida tonight you are fighting in a tag…
Ishida: Never mind my match, where’s my Wang?
Benson: Sorry?
Ishida stabs a finger into Clarks’ chest.
Ishida: HAVE YOU SEEN MY WANG?
Ishida holds up a flyer to illustrate his point.
Benson: Your wang! You mean your pet monkey…
Ishida: He’s not a pet he’s my best friend and someone has stolen him! Someone in this company has stolen him, and when I find out who…
For a second there is a flash of anger in the youngsters’ eyes which has never been seen before in New Edge.
Benson: Do you have any idea who might of taken your monkey?
Ishida: I’ve got a list of suspects and I’m going to ask everyone until I get my Wang back!
Benson: Would you like to say anything to the kidnapper if he, or she, is watching?
Ishida: He’s watching?
Confusion is soon replaced with rage as Ishida spears the camera man, knocking the camera from his grasp in the process. At a jaunty angle we see Ishida grab the camera man by the scruff of the neck as he shakes the clearly frightened man.
Ishida: WHERE IS MY WANG? TELL ME WHERE MY WANG IS!!!
Clark sticks his head into shot as Ishida continues to assault the probably innocent camera man.
Benson: Well this is a different side to our young star huh? Let’s go back to ringside…
Ishida: WHERE IS MY WANG!
Fade.
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 14:37:01 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following contest is a weapons match, scheduled for one fall. First, making his way to the ring, he hails from Salem, Oregon, weighing in at 198lbs, he is “The One Man Empire” Chris Cage!The fans ablaze with cheerful chatter as the lights atop the arena roof flicker off. The arena goes silent. Dim, white beams of light search for an unknown target as the opening riff from "Runaway" begins to scream from the speakers.
The roaming spotlight find's it place upon the stage, the lights around the arena begin to start flashing a mystical blue and silver, and a slow white mist begins to bellow from the stage, quietly running down the ramp and racing into the ring.
Enter stage right.
Chris Cage emerges from behind rustling curtains, a cigarette loosely hanging from his grinning mouth and a pair of sunglasses covering his hazel eyes.
A swirl of smoke, a deep inhalation, and he is marching down the ramp.
He climbs the turnbuckle from the outside, turning around and dropping down to the second rope and looking out around the crowd. Cage discards the cancerous sensation between his lips, preparing for the oncoming war. He raises his head and lets out a bestial howl that tears through the air above, before ripping off his shirt and sunglasses and tossing them into the crowd.Jill Mathews: An excellent match-up here between Cage and his opponent Frank Finelli. Where is your money going on Vince? Vince Walters: My money will go on Frank…or down your panties if you’ll let me… While Jill prepares to punch Vince, Chris immediately climbs out the ring, before going under the ring, pulling out a variety of items and tossing them into the ring, including a small felt bag, a steel chair, a kendo stick, and a dustbin lid. After tossing the weapons in, he climbs in himself before grabbing the dustbin lid, and preparing for Finelli.Jill Mathews: Looks like Cage is ready to get down and dirty, and I swear if you turn that into a sexual remark Vince, I’m going to snap your neck in two… Vince Walters: …no comment… Tom Davis: And finally, making his way to the ring, the opponent. He hails from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 285lbs. Representing The Court, he is “Mr. Awesome” Frank Finelli!As "Man Without Fear" begins to come over the speakers, Frank Finelli walks out onto the stage. Black and gold spotlights shine down and illuminate him and the ramp leading to the ring. The crowd greets him with mostly boos as he stands there for a moment and smirks at their response to his appearance. He slowly starts to walk down the ramp, the metal plating echo's with each step of his boots as they come in contact with the ramp. As he reaches the ringside area he ascends the steps and stands on the apron for a moment then steps through the ropes and enters.Jill Mathews: Finelli looking to continue his victories after taking Scott Adams- Vince Walters: But after the attack from Pugh, you’ve got to wonder about his condition for this match up. Suddenly Cage comes running to Frank, smashing Finelli in the head with the dustbin lid, as Frank remains upright unmoving. Before he looks at Cage, before shaking his head no.Jill Mathews: Well Frank seems to make his point clear to Cage after that blow… Vince Walters: Any man that can lead Pugh to a draw is no doubt one hell of a competitor. Suddenly Chris drops the lid, before picking up the kendo stuck and bringing it down on Finelli’s head. Once again, Frank remains unmoved, before shaking his head at Cage again. Finally Chris goes for the steel chair, swinging it straight down, but once more going for the head shot, but once again Frank simply smiles at him before ripping the chair from his grip, raising it above his head and smashing it across Cage’s head.Jill Mathews: Well it looks like Frank had enough. Vince Walters: About time, I was beginning to question what Cage had left to use on him… As Chris cowers on the floor, covering his head in pain as Frank turns his attention to the bag on the canvas. Grabbing it, he looks at it for a moment, before taking it into the middle of the ring and pouring it out into the middle of the canvas.Jill Mathews: BROKEN GLASS! Vince Walters: This is not going to end well… Quickly Finelli grabs Cages leg and pulls him to his feet, before setting him up into the Full Nelson position over the glass. Suddenly, Frank takes a moment to look to the camera, before mouthing “This is what’s coming Pugh…” Before finally performing the Full Nelson Facebuster.Jill Mathews: Finelli Facebuster into the glass!!! Vince Walters: I think Cage is gonna need some surgery after that one… Slowly Frank smirks before turning over Chris for the pin.ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING!!!Jill Mathews: And Finelli notched up another win… Vince Walters: And makes his intensions clearly known toward Ryan Pugh. Jill Mathews: I was expecting you to come up with something about me being another notch in your bedposts. Vince Walters: Well, if the offer is there… Tom Davis: And your winner, via result of a pinfall, “Mr. Awesome” Frank Finelli!
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 14:38:48 GMT -5
[The scene shoots backstage to a certain dressing room. The camera's shot trails from the hall to the door, which is labeled with Tao Ishida's name. Slowly, the cameraman pushes the door to the room open and freezes when the scene is revealed.] Cameraman: W...what the hell?! [The scene is grotesque in every way possible, as the dressing room has been torn apart, looking as though a tornado went through it. There is what seems to be blood all over the walls and floor, and the security cameras outside the room and anywhere near it seem to have been torn off of the wall with the use of some kind of tool. The shot trails down to one of the benches, and we hear the cameraman gag as we now know that what is on the wall is indeed blood... as there is a dead animal on the bench. mutilated beyond recognition... with a paintbrush inside of it.] [The shot finally trails away from the destruction and gore, and focuses on the wall opposite of the corpse, taking in a message painted on the wall for the world to see...]
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 14:41:06 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The next match is a Flag Match, where the competitors must get to the opposite side of the ring to grab their respective flag before their opponent! The first to do this will be the victor!Jill Matthews: Interesting match here, with a man from Iraq and a man from England! Vince Walters: Oh yeah, a Towelhead and a Limey here are gonna duke it out to get the flag to their lame ass countries, yippee fucking skippy. Jill Matthews: Stop being such an ass Vince Vince Walters: Speaking of ass, yours is looking great Jill. How about lat- Jill Matthews: Shut up... just shut up. Tom's in the ring now, so pay attention for god's sake! Vince Walters: Or I could pretend to watch and stare at your tits? Jill Matthews: Ugh... Tom Davis: First to the ring for this match... weighing in at 205lbs and hailing from Basra, Iraq... he is The Butcher of Basra... Abdul Bin Hussain![The arena goes black once again and deep shadow covers the screen. Parts of it then slowly lightens up to reveal the Iraqi Flag. And suddenly the music blares out. The arena drops into darkness, and suddenly pyro explodes in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize they're on the screen they hold the signs higher. Blue strobes cut around the arena as yellow smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way.] Vince Walters: Could his entrance get any more dramatic??
Vince Walters: Thank god that's done with! Now only if this match would finish too...
Jill Matthews: It hasn't even started!
Vince Walters: Exactly.
Tom Davis: Next to the ring, weighing in at 248lbs and from Newcastle, England... he is the Vulture, Rick Bowman!
[The slow marching theme begins to play around the arena as the thousands in attendance groan in frustration. Finally, after a minute into the song, the dramatic music suddenly gets heavier and Rick Bowman gradually appears on stage with his head down towards the floor, accompanied to the ring by his red headed companion Cindy Piper. Bowman, in his iconic greyed out Union Jack t-shirt, slowly makes his way down the ramp while ignoring the fans around him before sliding into the squared circle and lifting his left arm high into the air. With his fist clenched and pointing at an angle, The Vulture quietly talks to himself until he puts his arm down and removes his shirt as he prepares for the match.]
Vince Walters: Dear god, they take so long getting to the ring that the match is gonna be just them coming in!
Jill Matthews: Well it looks like they're ready now Vince. Both competitors are on opposites sides of their respective country's flag. The Iraqi flag and Union Jack are propped up inside a pole, ready to be taken down to claim the winner of this match! And there's the bell!
[Bowman and Abdul immediately lock up, wanting to get the other down first so they can get their flag. But Abdul gets the upperhand, managing a hard knee to the abdomen of Rick. Hussain then moves back slightly before hitting a dropkick into Bowman! Rick stumbles back, bit catches his footing and charges at his foe. Abdul ducks a clothesline, but doesn't expect the swift kick following it.]
Jill Matthews: It's like a tennis match! It keeps going both ways!
Vince Walters: Like you, Jill?
Jill Matthews: You wish...
[Bowman is heading towards his flag when Hussain manages to get to his feet. He bolts towards Rick, then swings out for a hard right, misses, and Bowman whips around and is met with a superkick! Rick stumbles back against the turnbuckle, and when Abdul runs at him for more, he lifts his leg and slams his foot into his opponent's stomach! Hussain is sent stumbling back, then doubles over in pain.]
Jill Matthews: That had to hurt! Adbul's not looking too hot, Bowman must've hit in just the right spot!
Vince Walters: And Bowman doesn't stop there! Looks like he's seeing red tonight!
[Without hesitation, Rick lurches at Abdul and spears him into the corner! He sends a series of blows to Abdul, who, when he finally manages to escape, twists and hits a back kick into Bowman. But Rick shakes it off, hits Abdul with a high knee, and runs towards the ropes. Using them as leverage, Bowman bounces off and Hussain looks up just in time to be met with a springboard missile dropkick!]
Vince Walters: Damn! Bowman's on top now! Kinda like how I wanna be with you Jill... or the other way around, if that's how you wanna play.
Jill Matthews: Ew, stop winking at me you pig.
Vince Walters: You know you like it.
Jill Matthews: Ugh, look back to the ring for god's sake... Rick has sent his fist right into his opponent's abdomen, making him bend over...
Vince Walters: I sense a bit of plotting suddenly...
[Bowman looks at his opponent bent down in front of him, before grabbing his arm and hooking it underneath his legs. He puts his other arm against his shoulder, then swiftly twisted to an inverted piledriver position. Rick then jumps up and hits his huge finisher, a Pumphandle Sit-Down Tombstone Piledriver! The fans go insane for such a violent move!]
Jill Matthews: Rick hits the Soul Eraser!!
Vince Walters: It's all over, there's no way Abdul's getting up from that, if ever! That could've done serious damage to his neck!!
Jill Matthews: And Bowman heads to his flag! He climbs the turnbuckle and stands atop the top rope... and grabs the Union Jack!!!
Vince Walters: Well that was fast... we have a winner already, by a man who's finisher cost his opponent!
Jill Matthews: Either way, Bowman managed to dominate, grab his flag, and come out with barely a scratch! Abdul I'm not so sure about...
Tom Davis: Having grabbed his home country's flag, Rick Bowman is the winner!!
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 14:45:12 GMT -5
[The camera shifts backstage, where Reya Serra and Paxar Vega are walking through one of the corridors.] Paxar: I don’t think this is a good idea.[Reya looks at her curiously.] Reya: Why is that?Paxar: You’ve seen an angry bear on television at some point, right?[Reya nods.] Paxar: Well, this is like poking an angry bear with a stick. All it is going to do is make the bear even angrier.Reya: Regardless if it makes her more upset or not, I feel it must be done. Besides, after all she has done for me…Paxar: If you’re doing this because you feel like you owe her something…[Reya shakes her head vigorously.] Reya: No…I am doing this because she is my friend…[The pair stop suddenly directly in front of a door, which simply reads ‘Cera’ on the front of it.] Reya: Ah, here we are. I guess I should knock first.Paxar: Do so at your own risk…but don’t come crying to me when she bites your arm off. In the meantime, I’m going to wander around the arena a little before your match.Reya: Alright. I will come and find you.[Paxar turns, walking away from Reya who stares at the door. She hesitates for a few moments as she holds her fist in the air preparing to knock.] Reya: Here goes nothing…[Finally she knocks, but there is no response from the other side. Reya glares at the door curiously.] Reya: It does not appear that she heard my knocking. Perhaps I should just try going inside.[Reya grabs the door handle and starts to turn it, but the door will not open.] Reya: Locked…well, she is going to hear what I have to say even if I have to say it with a door between us.[Reya bangs on the door again, loudly, as she talks even louder to the door in front of her.] Reya: Cera! I…I heard about Jen…I really hope she is going to be alright…I am sure she will be back and delighting us all with her antics in no time at all…[She looks down at the floor then back up at the door.] Reya: Look, I know you have your big rematch for your Transatlantic Title against Aaron Abraham and Shane Sparx tonight. That is most likely why you do not want to be disturbed. I just wanted to let you know that if you need anything…anything at all…I am there.[Reya places her hand on the door.] Reya: You are not alone Cera…
Reya: I must go. It is almost time for my match. I will be praying for your victory tonight Cera, as well as Jen’s speedy recovery. Remember, if you need anything...
[Reya turns, walking away from the door looking at the locket ring on her finger as the camera shifts back to the action in the ring…][
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 14:47:37 GMT -5
As we come back from the upcoming Ignite preview Ace Styles has already made his way down to the ring and is now standing in the ring awaiting his opponent for this hallows night fight match.Jill Mathews: There's the former television champion in Ace Styles who could really use a big win here tonight. Vince Walters: Yeah I agree with that after losing the television title he hasn't done so well as of late. Jill Mathews: But in order to get back on the winning track he has to get through the man we all know as King of Pain. Vince Walters: That's no easy task at all. Tom Davis: And, his opponent from Canton Ohio here is KOP!!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.Jill Mathews: Well the fans are now letting King of Pain know how they feel about him as he gets into the ring. Vince Walters: Yeah obviously they don't like him but I do so that's all that really matters Jill. Jill Mathews: So Vince Walters opinion is all that matters in this sport? Vince Walters: Now you are getting it babe. Jill Mathews: First off don't call me babe. Second your opinion is far from being the one that matters. Vince Walters: God you make me hot. Jill Mathews: God you make me sick. DING!! Both men tie up in the middle of the ring, trying to get an early advantage. Ace connects with a nice elbow to KOP's head that somewhat dazes him, as Styles continues the assault. He gradually backs KOP into the corner and starts to really lay into his chest with knife edge chops, before backing off at his own leisure. But before Ace can close the gap a second time, KOP comes flying out of the corner with a huge clothesline that nearly takes his opponents head off, much to the crowd's dismay.Jill Matthews: What a vicious clothesline by King of Pain in the early going! Vince Walters: Pain, without love...Pain, I can't get enough...Pain, Jill likes it rough! Jill Matthews: Hush, you.. KOP, now in the driver seat, mounts Ace and starts delivering some punishing fists of his own as Styles does his best to cover up. After about fifteen seconds or more of punishment, KOP stands as Ace is now in a World of trouble. King picks him up via the hair and tosses him into the ropes. Styles, who still appears to be stunned from the barrage of strikes runs right into a thunderous CHOKESLAM! The force causes Ace to bounce a clear two feet off the mat as the fans in attendance go "OHHHHH!"Vince Walters: Did you see the hang time on that impact? Holy crab cakes, Jill. I think I just had an orgasm! Jill Matthews: Thankfully it wasn't because you were day reaming of me this time. Vince Walters: We can always arrange that, baby doll. Jill Matthews: Focus... Ace was pretty much down at out of it at this point, but KOP wasn't done by a long shot. He bounced off the ropes and hit a devastating double knee drop, he calls THE MIGRAINE! As both knees made contact with the face of Styles, some fans cringed while the more sadistic of the bunch applauded. KOP made a quick pinfall attempt after. 1....2...KICKOUT! Ace showed a little life as he managed to break the count just shy of three and rolled to his side. KOP stood up, now frustrated and started to football kick Ace right in the small of his back as each shot echoed throughout the arena. Then KOP mouthed the words 'Fuck this..' as he dragged Styles near the ropes and tossed him to the floor, in hot pursuit.Vince Walters: Hell yeah, now it's time for the real fight to begin, Jill! Jill Matthews: I don't have a good feeling about this. Vince Walters: Would it help if I showed you my penis? Jill Matthews: It'd help a lot more if you got castrated. KOP walked right over to a camera man and knocked the equipment from his hands. Afterwards he grabbed the cable and wrapped it around Ace's throat as Styles started to gasp for air, struggling to break free from the choke. King then let go as Ace fell flat on his face, right onto the mat. But KOP started to push the cushion aside. He picked up Styles yet again, this time lifting him into the heavens, then DRILLING HIM INTO THE CONCRETE WITH A NASTY SPINEBUSTER! Followed by a pin. 1....2....KICKOUT!Jill Matthews: Ace refuses to give up, even after that! What a resilient man! Vince Walters: I dunno, honey. He's looked more like a punching bag for KOP thus far. Once again, KOP's frustration continued to grow ad he dragged Styles all the way up the ramp and hurled him into the steel beams underneath the Edge-a-tron. After stumbling back KOP locked Styles in his signature move, the PAIN KILLER! Ace was slowly starting to go out as the ref had now run up the aisle and was making sure he'd see if Styles planned on submitting, but just as the ref went to reach out for one of Ace's hands, KOP yelled "BACK OFF! I'M NOT DONE YET!". Sure as a bear shits in the woods, he did just that. Once Styles had gone completely limp, KOP had a huge smile planted on his face. He pointed to the edge of the stage as fans stood in anticipation of what was to follow. KOP, now with Ace in his clutches once more, made his way toward the very edge. He flipped Ace up onto his shoulders, then LEAPED OFF THE EDGE WITH HIS FINISHER - THE HOUSE OF PAIN! The two crash landed through a table at the bottom as KOP draped an arm over Ace. 1....2....3!!! KOP stood up, now looking down at his longtime rival, still smiling.Jill Matthews: OH MY DAMN! What a power bomb off the stage! And KOP continues with another huge win tonight over Ace Styles! Vince Walters: My question is, when will Ace's wake be? THAT WAS A HORRIFIC LANDING! Tom Davis: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH VIA PINFALL! KING OF PAIN!!
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 14:52:18 GMT -5
[The scene opens back up to the backstage, where Reya Serra is walking down the halls with a slight frown on her face, having just returned from the location of Cera's room. She pauses for a moment and sighs, looking slightly frustrated as she fingers her locket ring, opening it slowly and staring at it for a moment when suddenly...]
"REYA!!!"
[Reya nearly flies forward when arms wrap around her in a friendly hug. The Herald looks back in confusion to see a rather hyper Vanessa standing there, frowning at her mug of coffee.]
Vanessa: Aw fuck... it spilled...
Reya: Hello my Queen.
Vanessa: Sup Reya? *grins brightly*
[Reya wriggles from her grasp and smiles slightly at Vanessa as well, then looks away as she closes the locket. V notices and before Reya could say anything, the Queen moves forward and grabs her tag partner's hand, opening up the locket and staring at the pics inside.]
Vanessa: Eh?! What are you doing with a pic of Cera? And who the hell's the little girl next to her??
[Almost on instinct, Reya pulls her hand away and V continues staring at the ground in contemplation, electric blue eyes concentrating on something as Serra slowly waves her hand in front of V's face. The blank stare finally fades and she looks over at Reya curiously.]
Vanessa: Do you have any idea, my Herald?
Reya: No... I am not sure... that's Cera though? Why would Paxar?
[Dawn and Paxar, glaring at each other, both peek out from the corner at the end of the hall and yell out their respective friend's name. Vanessa waves at them and grabs Reya's arm in her own, smiling brightly.]
Vanessa: Oh well, we have more important things to focus on. Like kicking ass and taking names, showing everyone what Divinity can do.
Reya: Yes... you are right. Let us show them who truly is the most divine tag team.
[The two women, arm in arm, stroll off towards the entrance to fight for their first match as a team, all while a man's figure darts back into the shadows, and the scene slowly fades...]
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 14:53:33 GMT -5
“Speedway” by Morrissey starts to play from the speakers of the MGM Grand, Gaf walking out onto the stage and scanning the crowd with his eyes. He shows determination and confidence as he strolls down the rampway, acknowledging some of the crowd with a nonchalant smile as they try to touch the unique wrestler.
Tom Davis: The following contest is a Tag Team Match, and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Stonehenge, England, weighing in tonight at 265lbs, GAF!
Jill Matthews: This is going to be quite the Tag Team Match. For the past two months, Gaf has had a mutual rivalry with Reya Serra. This will be the third PPV in a row where they will do battle, but now they are not alone on the conquest for victory.
Vince Walters: Gaf will be aligned with Tao Ishida, who has been undefeated since arriving in New Edge Wrestling. These two men might have the advantage, but you can’t deny the chemistry of Reya Serra and her partner, the Queen of the Court, Vanessa.
Jill Matthews: They are known as Divinity for a few reasons, Vince, but tonight they could be called unity. That is what Gaf and Ishida will need when it comes to focusing on getting the win.
Gaf enters the ring and starts to walk around, his music fading before the music of his partner channels through the speakers.
The lights dim slightly as “Now I’m Here” by Queen plays, some time elapsing until Tao Ishida timidly steps out onto the stage. He stares at the maximum capacity crowd with a mixture of awe and childish excitement. He bows respectfully to the left hand side of the arena and then to the right before standing on the stage looking down at the ring for a moment as his music builds, his gaze shows he is focused on the task at hand, although there is some slight worriment in his gaze after the disappearance of his beloved monkey, Wang. He finally starts to head down to the ring but upon doing so, pyrotechnics blast off behind him, Tao still used to the sound and timing of the display as he jumps with alarm and looks back.
Tom Davis: And his tag team partner, from the South Pacific Island of Suwarrow, weighing in tonight at 125lbs, TAO ISHIDA KUN!
Jill Matthews: Tao Ishida knows what it is like to come into big match situations, having been undefeated since his arrival. But you have to wonder what is going through his mind after the disappearance of Wang, and how he can cope without his friend being safe from harm.
Vince Walters: It’s just a damn monkey! He’s going to have to start worrying about Reya Serra and Vanessa, not on some stupid ape that got lost and never returned to its master!
Jill Matthews: That was his friend, Vince! You can’t blame him for being apprehensive. Besides, Ishida has accumulated some startling victories over the past few weeks, so I have a feeling he will want to continue that streak tonight at Hallows Night Fight.
Ishida acrobatically leaps into the ring before he respectfully bows to the announcement team and then the referee, bowing to Gaf also before he does a few stretches. Gaf tells Ishida something and his partner nods, both looking ready to get this match underway and to strive for victory.
Suddenly the sounds of “Amaranth” by Nightwish play from the arena speakers as blue smoke floods out from the entrance. Two figures soon appear and stand amidst the smoke, silver pyrotechnics shooting towards the arena ceiling before the two feminine silhouettes stroll out onto the stage through the smoke screen. The smoke dissipates as they move forward, revealing Vanessa and Reya Serra. The two share a determined look before nodding, almost seeming to skip down to the ring as the crowd give them a positive ovation.
Tom Davis: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 267lbs, they are VANESSA and REYA SERRA ... DIVINITY!
Jill Matthews: These two have become quite the pairing in recent times, although this is their first Tag Team Match together. The two pivotal members of The Court look focused and ready to go against Tao Ishida and Gaf, but I also think that they are here for redemption also.
Vince Walters: The thing is, even with their chemistry and friendship, I don’t think Vanessa and Reya will have enough drive to defeat Tao Ishida and Gaf. Sure, they might be a great team and have some tag team moves planned, but as far as records and statistics go, Gaf and Ishida have the edge.
Jill Matthews: Statistics are only numbers, Vince. They serve no purpose when it comes to wrestling matches. All that matters is bringing your best game and aiming to clench that win. Both teams can’t lose their focus and they need to try and bring out their opponent’s weaknesses. And I’m sure that Reya and Gaf have certainly got their strategies in mind, given their history against each other.
V and Reya enter the ring before Reya goes behind Vanessa and unzips her dress, revealing her usual wrestling attire before it is taken out of the ring and handed to a nearby staff member. Gaf and Ishida share a few words before Tao agrees to start, Vanessa and Reya conversing too until Reya says she will start for the team.
Vince Walters: Two men going against two women. This is going to be fun ... and awkward.
Jill Matthews: This can’t be as awkward as you normally are.
Vince Walters: Now that’s not true ... although I must say your breasts are looking magnificent this evening.
Jill Matthews: Vince, are you ever going to acknowledge any other part of my body instead of my breasts?
Vince Walters: ... Well there’s also your ass, but I can’t comment on it because it’s hard to see fully when you’re sat down. If you could bend over the table once in a while that would be great!
Reya and Ishida circle each other as the bell rings, finally locking up after a moment of speculative hesitation. Ishida quickly moves around Reya and grasps her from behind, only for Reya to jump up, place her legs at the side of his body and roll forward into a startling pinning predicament...
ONE!
Ishida powers up out of it with his energy, still having his hands grasped around Serra’s waist. Reya tries the same move again but Tao has learned his lesson, holding back on being taken over before launching himself backwards and connecting a German Suplex. Ishida goes over to Reya and brings her back up energetically, putting her into a snap suplex and connecting with the move before hitting a senton splash onto her downed body. Tao goes for a cover this time around...
ONE!
Reya gets her shoulder up just before the count of two.
Jill Matthews: Nice exchange of moves and covers there by Ishida and Serra.
Vince Walters: But if they keep up the pace they’ll exhaust themselves ... much like me every Saturday night.
Tao whips Reya to the ropes and then nails a hip toss, running at the ropes for some kind of charging manoeuvre. Serra gets back up though and sees Ishida coming, suddenly whipping him over into an arm drag as he prepared to unleash a clothesline. Reya brings Tao up before using a Triple Snap Suplex combination to keep him down, going over to Vanessa and then tagging her in.
Vince Walters: Now things are going to get Xtreme!
V enters the ring as Reya exits, Vanessa dropping her leg across Ishida’s throat. She then rotates onto him for a cover with a leg hooked...
ONE!
TWO!
Tao gets the shoulder up. V then decides to head to the top rope before Ishida can manage to get to his feet, balancing on the top as he does so before knocking him down with a flying reverse elbow. Vanessa goes for the cover again...
ONE!
TWO!
Still Ishida has enough energy to kick out, Gaf looking disgruntled at his corner as V gets a frustrated look on her face.
Jill Matthews: Ishida is showing a lot of endurance here, but he needs to make the tag to Gaf at some point.
Vanessa has brought Ishida back to his feet, chopping him in the chest a few times before whipping him into the corner. V then charges at him, looking to connect with a Bicycle Kick, but Tao moves out of the way, V’s leg getting caught on the top rope. Tao notices this and then ducks down underneath her, standing up with her on his shoulders before turning around and planting her with an Electric Chair Drop. Vanessa feels her face with discomfort as Ishida exhales, going over to Gaf and then tagging him in to continue the contest for the team.
Vince Walters: Ah, now this is going to be interesting. We’ve seen Gaf have his affairs with Cera, but how will he approach her sister, Vanessa? I think it’ll go something like this...
Gaf shows aggression early by stomping upon the downed entity that is Vanessa, powerfully bringing her up before nailing her with an uppercut, followed by a backbreaker. Gaf then goes for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
Vanessa kicks out. Gaf glares at his adversary as he drags her back up, nailing her with a few knee strikes before twisting her around into a falling neckbreaker. Gaf moves around her body assessing what to do before he decides to hit a standing frog splash, crushing V under him before hooking the leg for another cover...
ONE!
TWO!
V again gets the shoulder up, with Reya about to make the save and break up the pinfall.
Vince Walters: Yep, just as I suspected. He’s being aggressive.
Jill Matthews: How else would he be, sensitive?
Vince Walters: You never know with that guy though. Next time he could start attacking people with rubber chickens!
Gaf is taking his precious time as he gets Vanessa back to her feet, whipping her hard at the ropes with V coming off with a high amount of momentum. He goes for a clothesline but Vanessa suddenly ducks under the swing, using her momentum to come off the other ropes and take Gaf by surprise with a flying lariat. Gaf crashes to the canvas before he sits up, V turning around and nailing him in the back of the head with a low enziguri, following this up by springing off the ropes and landing atop of him with a Moonsault Double Foot Stomp!
Jill Matthews: What an acrobatic move from V, and she’s hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Gaf manages to get the shoulder up in time, despite Tao almost entering the ring like Reya did before. Vanessa catches her breath as she gets back up, heading towards the turnbuckle again and mounting it. Gaf gets to his feet shortly thereafter with Vanessa balancing atop the top turnbuckle, eventually flying off towards Gaf with a Diving Crossbody. Unfortunately Gaf is aware of her aerial tactic and catches her across his chest, spinning her around into a hard Side Slam!
Vince Walters: Gaf made that counter effective! Now he’s unsure what to do...
Jill Matthews: Does he trust his partner I wonder...?
Vince Walters: He’d better do, otherwise they’ll lose!
Gaf looks to Tao a moment before looking back at V, bringing her up and then taking her towards his tag team partner. He tags Tao in, but decides to place V in a position for a double team attack. Ishida, following his codes of conduct, refuses to battle in this manner, shaking his head at his partner as Gaf growls in annoyance. He is about to chuck V down until Vanessa spins around and decks him with a Roundhouse Kick, sending him barrelling over the top rope! Using her adrenaline V then grabs Tao by his neck and throws him into the ring over the top rope, ascending the ropes to the middle point before hitting a moonsault senton splash onto his body!
Jill Matthews: Vanessa has got her momentum back! Can she keep it in her court?
Vince Walters: That pun was definitely intended, wasn’t it?
Jill Matthews: ... I’m not sure. Even still, V has taken down Ishida, and now she is tagging in Reya!
Reya Serra goes through the ropes and into the ring, but V remains by her side, both looking at Tao sat up on the canvas before rushing at him and hitting a double low dropkick into his face. They follow this up with another double team effort, V hitting a moonsault as Serra uses a spinning leg drop, both landing simultaneously across his stomach, chest and neck!
Vince Walters: Now this is what I like to see! Using your partner for greater damage!
Jill Matthews: It’s working so far, but how long will it last?
V leaves the ring under the referee’s orders as Reya brings Ishida up, nailing him in the stomach with her knee before she places him into a powerbomb position, and as they are near the same weight it is easy for her to accomplish this feat. She nails Ishida with a Crucifix Powerbomb before going for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
Gaf breaks up the pinfall by diving across Serra with an axe handle! Vanessa then enters the fray and tries to clear away Gaf, but she gets struck with a kick to the stomach, Gaf grabbing her before hitting a Spinning DDT! Reya gets back up as Gaf turns around, Serra twisting his head around with a well-placed spinning wheel kick before unleashing a Super Kick! Both V and Gaf are down as Reya looks at them both, not noticing Ishida who comes behind her and takes her unawares, leaping onto her shoulders from behind before rolling her up into a pinfall...
ONE!
TWO!
No! Reya only just escapes from being defeated!
Vince Walters: This is getting intense now, and by the look on Tao’s face he wants to keep his honour ... much like you want to keep your beauty.
Jill Matthews: It’s all natural ... most of it anyway.
V and Gaf have taken to the outside and have struggled back to their respective corners, this match going back to stage one it seems. Tao and Reya engage in a series of chops before Ishida uses a dropkick to break the chain, Reya staying on her feet until Tao strikes with his Wang Kick! Ishida backs away as he heads to the top, looking to finish this match with his patented manoeuvre.
Jill Matthews: Reya Serra is down after that, and it looks like Ishida is about to make a lasting impact!
Ishida perches himself on the top rope, but Gaf suddenly pats his back with his hand, the referee seeing this as a clear tag which is allowed. Tao doesn’t notice though and jumps off, landing across Reya with the TAO RAGING HEADBUTT! He then lies across her body and hooks the leg, Reya motionless after the devastating headbutt which would obviously win them the match. But the referee refuses to count, telling him that Gaf is the legal man. Gaf is already across the ring, going to take credit for Tao’s move, but Ishida gets in his way, the two having an exchange of words until Gaf shoves him back!
Jill Matthews: I sense an explosion here.
Vince Walters: Keep it together guys! You can win this one!
Gaf yells at Ishida to get back into his corner, Tao feebly doing so as the referee guides him away. But as the two have their back turned, V enters the ring and distracts Gaf with a boot to his stomach, suddenly leaping up and then culminating her Crowned Vengeance signature move! V then casually goes back to her corner as if nothing happened, both Reya and Gaf remaining on the canvas as the referee finally goes back to his duties and looks at them both.
Vince Walters: That’s blatant cheating! She can’t do that!
Jill Matthews: It’s only fair that both members of a team are down at the same time, Vince!
Vince Walters: ... No it isn’t!
Jill Matthews: Whatever. This is New Edge Wrestling. Deal with it!
The referee starts counting both team members out, the crowd clapping in support of who they favour and getting louder as the count elapses. The referee reaches four as both combatants start to stir, then reaching five as both begin to sit up and move around. By seven they have gotten to their knees, and at eight the count is stopped after they get back to a vertical base. Gaf aims for a punch at Reya but she dodges, expertly striking Gaf in the side with a middle kick before she tries for a Pedigree. Gaf struggles free though and then hammers against her back with his forearm, going for a Brainbuster until Serra struggles out and lands on her feet. Gaf turns around, looking to surprise Reya with an uppercut, but Serra moves aside again, jumping onto the ropes before springing off and taking down Gaf with a DDT! Reya then leaps towards V and tags her in, the sensational Queen going up to the top rope for a third time before flying off and landing on Gaf with 450 Senton Splash!
Jill Matthews: What a combination of moves! Divinity are rolling now!
Vanessa hooks the leg for a cover...
ONE!
TWO!
Ishida breaks up the cover, despite the argument with Gaf earlier. Ishida holds up his hands defensively at V before heading back to his corner, Vanessa sighing before attempting to pull Gaf back to his feet. Vanessa goes up to the top rope for a record fourth time, but this time she tries for The Queen’s Decree, only for Gaf to duck under the Thrust Kick and leave V landing on the canvas! Vanessa feels her chest after the shock of the fall and gets back up, Gaf driving Vanessa down with a hard spear before yelling out in aggravation, pulling V back to her feet and then nailing her with the GRAVITATIONAL COLLAPSE!
Vince Walters: WOO! There we go!
Gaf smiles as he covers Vanessa...
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Reya breaks up the pin this time with a rushing elbow drop across Gaf!
Jill Matthews: The teamwork and breaks in this match are incredible!
Reya is ushered away by the referee as Gaf feels his neck and remains on his knees, looking over at Serra as the referee gives her a few warnings. He suddenly looks vastly frustrated as he spins towards Ishida, demanding why he didn’t stop Reya breaking up the pin. Ishida says he has honour which causes Gaf to stand up, go over to his tag partner and slap him across the face!
Vince Walters: Hey, whoa whoa whoa!
Tao looks away momentarily as the crowd murmur in anticipation, only to sigh and shake his head at his partner. Gaf stumbles back with a glare as Ishida stays put on the apron, telling Gaf nicely to turn around and continue the match.
Vince Walters: They’re supposed to act like a team, not a married couple!
Jill Matthews: I think there are some cracks forming here based on Gaf’s attitude!
Gaf scowls before he looks over his shoulder at Vanessa who is getting back up, storming over and then bringing her up. He then tries for a DDT but Vanessa fights from the front headlock, driving Gaf back into his corner with a Dropkick! Gaf somehow connects with Ishida after the move and it is made official as a tag, Tao being forced to take over as Gaf looks about ready to explode!
Vince Walters: What is going on here?!
Tao locks up with V to prevent her trying to unleash her kicks, pulling her into a side headlock before using a bulldog against her. Vanessa manages to get back up as Tao keeps his distance, playing it safe against the fiery female before he takes her down with a running hurricanrana! Tao then goes for a cover...
ONE!
TWO!
NO! V brings her arm up again!
Jill Matthews: Look at the resilience being shown by V. In fact, all of these competitors are being resistant!
Ishida looks ready to finish this, waiting for V to get back up. She does so, and it is then that Ishida goes for a Roundhouse Kick of his own. Eerily Vanessa conjures the same thought and uses the exact same move, both connecting with each other at the same time which leave them down on the canvas!
Vince Walters: Oh great, another stalemate situation.
Jill Matthews: I think a tag needs to be made here by either member. They can’t risk being taken down after those fatal kicks and effectively lose this hard fought contest.
Vanessa and Tao take their time before they start moving at the referee’s five count, the crowd clapping along again to will them back up. Vanessa reaches her feet before falling to one knee as Ishida crawls over to his corner, reaching out for a tag to Gaf. But Gaf instead just stares at Ishida bitterly, not wanting to make the tag!
Jill Matthews: Make the tag damn it! Accept your partner’s call for help!
Vince Walters: He has his reasons, Jill! That monkey lover is ruining it all!
Gaf then shakes his head angrily before jumping down from the apron, starting to walk away as the crowd boo in unison. Ishida looks flustered and somewhat upset at his partner’s departure, Gaf walking up the ramp with a scowl on his face.
Jill Matthews: Gaf has just left Ishida high and dry against Divinity! What the hell is this about?!
Ishida uses the ropes to get back up before realizing his predicament, turning around to focus on Vanessa until he sees that she is back to her feet. Vanessa doesn’t waste any time hitting Tao with her Severity before nailing the DEVIATE, looking down at him as she thinks. Instead of going for the cover though, Vanessa looks at Reya before walking over and tagging her in, telling her through exhaustion that she can finish him off as Reya obliges.
Jill Matthews: It looks like Vanessa wants Reya to prove her loyalty and long-lasting worth!
Serra wastes no time pulling Ishida back up to his feet, going behind him quickly and then, using all of her remaining might and strength, throwing him over her with the DECREE OF JUSTICE! Reya keeps the bridge applied for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Reya Serra and Vanessa have won this Tag Team Match!
Tom Davis: Here are your winners, REYA SERRA AND VANESSA ... DIVINITY!
Jill Matthews: Divinity makes a strong debut as a tag team here at Hallows Night Fight, but it wasn’t without controversy!
Vince Walters: Damn that Ishida losing in that manner! He needs to burn in hell!
Jill Matthews: What are you talking about? It was Gaf who abandoned him!
Vince Walters: He had a right to! That monkey boy needed to be taught a lesson about respect! And here I thought he was a man of honour!
Jill Matthews: You are so full of it, Vince! Couldn’t you see that it was Gaf who was disrupting things, not Ishida?
Vince Walters: ... In any event he deserved to get his butt kicked, and now he has suffered his first actual loss thanks to his flaws. I hope he learns his lessons in future.
Jill Matthews: With that being said, Vanessa and Reya Serra bring another victory to the Court. Can they make a full sweep tonight here at Hallows Night Fight? It’ll be interesting to find out!
Vince Walters: It’ll be interesting to see them get naked in celebration actually!
Jill Matthews: ... You need a girlfriend, and not one who usually gets a puncture.
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 15:13:18 GMT -5
We cut backstage where Jesse Styles is seen walking up to his dressing room door but before he goes in he gets stopped by a man dressed in a black suit and tie. The man looks at Jesse with one of those half smiles and Jesse seems surprised to see him.
Jesse Styles: Well if it isn't the showtime executive him self what do I owe this honor?
Exec: Well it's nice to see you to Jesse. I just thought I would catch the pay per view and have a word with you real quick since you haven't been answering my calls.
Jesse Styles: What can I say? I'm a busy man.
Exec: As am I Mr. Styles but your Ignite program happens to be on my network and as of late the ratings have begun to slip a little so it is a cause for concern.
Jesse Styles: Does my face look concerned?
Exec: Well I think it should.
Jesse Styles: Look the ratings slipped a bit the past few weeks yes but big deal. I am Jesse F'n Styles and mark my words with our world tour starting the ratings will spike through the roof.
Exec: You got something in mind?
Jesse Styles: I always have something in mind now please get out of my building for this is not on the showtime network.
Exec: Well I have never been treated so rudely in all my....
Yep you guessed it HYPE KICK! Down goes the showtime executive who was obviously annoying Jesse. NEW security rushes up to pick the man up and escort him out of the arena. Jesse then opens his dressing room door and see's something that will scar him for life.
Chris Styles: Yeah baby right there I love your lips now hit the tip a little that's how the super freak likes it.
Jesse eyes widen as he see's his brother Chris getting a blow job from a female almost four foot over weight midget. Jesse then quickly turns around and walks back out of his dressing room with a disgusted look on his face. He then looks at the security guard who are lifting the exec off the ground.
Jesse Styles: Busy night tonight boys throw out my brother as well.
A couple of the security members peak there head into the dressing room and quickly back out.
Security guard: At least allow us to find some haz mat suits before we go in there sir.
Jesse Styles: Just get in there and get that side show out of my god damned dressing room!
three of the security guards rush into the dressing room while the other two hall the showtime executive off. And, as Jesse walks away he hears his brothers voice.
Chris Styles: You cock blocking bastards! I am going to slap each and every one of you with my super freak slong!
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 15:19:28 GMT -5
Jill Matthews: And we're back, and ready for this next match to start! Should be a good one! Vince Walters: Good?! It has Judas Dathan in it! Jill Matthews: Yeah, the man who just recently defeated Roger Wright... Vince Walters: ...shut up. Tom Davis: The following match is a singles match, scheduled for one fall! First to the ring, weighing in at 210lbs and hailing from Los Angeles, California... he is Judas Dathan!![The lights in the arena darken as his music begins playing, and smokes floods through the entrance. In a slow, calm movement, Judas steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way down the ramp, receiving mixed reactions from the crowd. Dathan ignores them as he stares with malicious intent at the ring, making his way to it and sliding under the ropes, before standing and shoving past the ref to stand in his respective corner.] Vince Walters: The little bitch always seems to be in a bad mood. I don't know how, I heard he's hitting Cera's hot manager. Jill Matthews: But Jen was attacked recently, and obviously Judas knows about that. Maybe that's why he's in such a sour mood? Vince Walters: Even so, the idiot will probably be distracted the whole time and lose to his opponent, who's about to be announced as we speak... Tom Davis: And his opponent, 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. The music begins to play over the arena's PA System, before pyro explodes from the stage. Appearing from the fog and smoke is McCann, who receives a mixed reaction from the crowd. As he stands atop the ramp, looking down toward the ring, a smirk spread across his lips. He begins making that journey down the ramp, and 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 his arms into the air. He climbs down, turning and backing into the corner, eyes on Judas.] Jill Matthews: Both competitors are looking ready to go, as they star each other down! Vince Walters: But there can be only one highlander! ...er, winner... [Jill just looks at Vince as the bell suddenly rings, signaling the start of the match! Both men immediately start forward, and Judas suddenly darts around Lucas, confusing him as he suddenly swings his leg under McCann, making him drop to the mat. Dathan then runs to the ropes, jumps up on them, and bounces off to hit a springboard moonsault!] Jill Matthews: Judas has gained control of this match right away! Vince Walters: It was a lucky start... McCann's getting up now, see? [Lucas charges at Judas and hits him with a hard right, making Dathan fall against the ropes. Then McCann hits a hard standing dropkick into his foe's abdomen! Dathan is in obvious pain and he doubles over against the ropes, and McCann hurriedly grabs his opponent and pulls him forward. Locking Dathan up, Lucas hits a double arm DDT! Judas lays on the ground in pain as Lucas hops back to his feet and makes his way to the turnbuckle.] Vince Walters: See, he knows what he's doing! Jill Matthews: Oh no, Judas get up! [As McCann climbs atop the turnbuckle, Dathan slowly gets to his feet. Turning around slowly, he's met with a missile dropkick! Judas stumbles to the ground and Lucas stands, then falls for an elbow drop! Judas rolls around, but when McCann crawls towards him for the pin... Dathan slams his foot into his opponent's face! Judas scrambles up and runs to the corner, eyes locked on his foe, who holds his now bleeding nose and glares at Dathan. But Judas wipes at his mouth and almost seems to snarl before bolting at Lucas and hitting a hard spear into the opposite corner!] Jill Matthews: Judas back in control! Vince Walters: Looks like it's going back and forth though! McCann just kicked Dathan in the stomach before he could get another hit in! Jill Matthews: And now he's hit Judas with a vicious uppercut! Lucas is hitting hard here as he then lurches forward and hits a hard clothesline! Vince Walters: And like I told you, he's about to win! Dropping down for the pin, Lucas looks to the ref for the count! 1... 2... Jill Matthews: Judas kicks out!! Vince Walters: ...shit. [Judas manages to get to his feet and backs off as Lucas stands as well. Dathan goes forward again and hits a wicked knife edge chop, then twists around for a spin kick! McCann falls back as Judas then turns around and runs to the ropes. He bounces off of them as Lucas regains his footing, only for Judas to suddenly pull off a running somersault shoulder block!!!] Jill Matthews: Incredible move from Judas there! Vince Walters: And McCann rolls back to his feet! So it must not have been that bad! Jill Matthews: Look again Vince! Lucas is completely wiped out! These swift moves from Judas are taking a toll on McCann's body! [Lucas shakes his head and takes off towards Judas once more, hitting his own spear, making Judas then hit the ropes yet again, then drop down to his knees. But McCann doesn't stop there as he moves back and then bolts forward to hit his Blacked Out! The running punt has Judas rolling out of the ring, and Lucas starts towards the edge... only for Dathan to jump up onto the ring side and jumps up on the top rope to hit a slingshot hurricanrana!] Jill Matthews: It's going back and forth here! Vince Walters: Lucas is being dragged up by Dathan... and he grabs him and hits a fucking knee facebuster! Goddamn it! Jill Matthews: Judas just keeps surprising you, doesn't he Vince? Vince Walters: Shut up Jill! [As Lucas lays on the ground, clutching his face, Dathan runs to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs to the top and looks down at his downed opponent, then around at the crowd, who cheer enthusiastically for this match. A slight smirk crawls upon Judas' face, before he flips off the turnbuckle to hit a shooting star knee drop!!] Jill Matthews: Krisis Kore! Judas goes for the pin! 1... 2... 3!! DINGDINGDING!!! Jill Matthews: Judas wins!!! Vince Walters: Yeah yeah, we get it Jill... Jill Matthews: Oh don't be a sore sport, Vince! Hehe Tom Davis: The winner via pinfall, Judas Dathan!![As the ref lifts Judas' arm up in victory, the tron suddenly flashes, crackling to life. The crowd's cheers die down as they all look at the screen in confusion. Dathan also turns around and looks at it, watching as it stays black, but words fade in, scrolling across the screen...] [The confused murmur of the crowd echoes through the arena as the tron then goes blank. The commentators question what was going on, as Judas simply narrows his eyes as the scene fades to commercial...]
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 15:21:17 GMT -5
We go backstage to find Ishida once more looking for Wang the monkey. He hands out flyers to the few people he passes eventually he gets a locker room which has “Cera” written on it. Ishida drops his flyers and burst into Cera’s locker room. Cera who is half clothed pulls a towel to her before the camera can see anything.
Cera: What are you doing in here? You can’t just burst in I’m getting dressed
Ishida: Why?
Cera: Because? Because you might of seen something!
Clearly irritated Cera seethes but Ishida shrugs before pulling his T-shirt up and over his head.
Ishida: Now we’re even!
Cera: What are you doing here?
Ishida: I came to ask you…
Cera: Pull your t-shirt back down… Idiot…
Ishida: Oh yeah…
Ishida pulls his t-shirt back down.
Ishida: I’m looking for Wang, I thought that maybe you could help me…
Cera: And why would I want to do that?
Ishida: Because you are a nice person?
Cera scowls at the clueless Ishida.
Ishida: Besides you’re the only person I can trust around here.
Cera: I am?
Ishida: Yeah me and you were fighting when he got taken – so it couldn’t of been you! So will you help me?
Cera: No! I don’t know anything about your stupid monkey and I don’t want to – so just get lost…
Ishida’s bottom lip starts to wobble and his eyes well up.
Cera: Kid don’t cr…
Before she can finish the word Ishida erupts into tears. Wailing with his mouth wide open making him sounder even louder. Cera sighs deeply and rolls her eyes.
Cera: Look I keep an ear out and if I hear anything about your stupid monkey I’ll let you know.
Ishida stops crying instantly and smiles a big toothy grin.
Ishida: You will! Thank you I knew we would be friends!
Cera: We’re not fri…
Ishida cuts Cera off by hugging her tightly with both arms. Cera’s face freezes in a mixture of shock and horror – Shoror if you will.
Ishida: Thank you!
Ishida releases Cera before darting back out of her dressing room leaving the baddest bitch stood perfectly still. Her left eye twitching slightly as silently she mouths “He hugged me?”
Fade.
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 15:25:33 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following match is to unify the Television and Young blood titles. Introducing First, from San Diego California, he is the current NEW Young blood Champion!!!! JAREK ‘JAY DUB’ WHITAKER!!!!!!!! Club style strobe lights begin to pound the fans eyes as I’m Not Your Boyfriend by 3OH3 blasts through the PA system. As the bass kicks in and the beat picks up Jarek Whitaker appears at the top of the ramp, his fist pumping in unison with the music and strobe lights. After a few moments of standing at the ramp pumping his fists, Jarek proceeds down the ramp way, stopping ocassionaly to lower his glasses and smile at the woman in the front row. Finally reaching the steps he climbs into the ring, stopping one last time to lower the glasses and smile at a hottie in the crowd. Inside the ring the fist pumping continues as Jarek walks around the ring before finally ripping off his shirt to the hoots and hollers of women in the crowd at the sight of his chiseled body. Tom Davis: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada. He is the current NEW Television Champion. CHAD HOLLISTER!!!!!!!!! Smoke fills the entrance way as the music builds, the strobe lights slowly begin to flash, their pace picking up as the green lasers begin to criss cross the arena. From behind the curtain Chad Hollister steps out. With a smirk he makes his way down to the ring, walking at the pace of the music. Making his way up the steps, Hollister pauses to smirk at Whitaker before stepping through the middle rope and moving to the center of the ring where he stops and poses with a smirk on his face. Matthews: Here we go Vince, a match that I have personally been waiting to see all week. Jarek and Chad are going head to head in a match that will unify the Television and Young Blood titles into one. Walters: Can’t wait to see who the new Young Blood Television champion will be tonight. Matthews: I doubt that will be the name of the title. Walters: Oh like you know what is going on with that. Jesus you act all so damn high and mighty. All because you have a rack and pretty face. Well baby let me tell you something, many women love what I have to offer! Matthews: Alright then, well this match is under way there at the bell and Whitaker seems to have already gained the upper hand with a kick to the stomach of Hollister. Grabbing Chad around the neck, Whitaker hooks him and delivers a brutal and fast snap suplex to Chad in the middle of the ring. Immediately Whitaker goes for a pin cover, Chad kicking out at the count of 1. Pressing the offense on him, Whitaker drops a knee to Chad’s back as he tries to get up, Whitaker then helping the man to his feet, Chad breaking the hold Whitaker had on him and delivering a series of rights that drive Whitaker back first into the corner. Matthews: Quite the unusual style here, Chad seems to be taking the fight to Whitaker with a series of punches. The normal ground tactician seems to be doing anything but take his opponent to the matt. Walters: There is a title on the line, Chad knows the best way to win a match is to catch your opponent off guard, and that is exactly what he is doing right here. I know you’re a natural blonde but do I really need to explain everything too you? Matthews: Screw you Vince. Walters: Anytime and anywhere baby. Matthews: PIG! Walters: oink oink baby! Mounting the second rope, Chad raises his right fist and brings it down on the forehead of Whitaker, then again, and again, the crowd counting with each and every punch. Finally at the tenth strike, Chad hops down, allowing Whitaker to stumble out of the corner. Quickly Chad hops to the middle rope and leaps off, slamming Whitaker face first into the matt with a bulldog, rolling him over Chad attempts the cover. 1 2 Matthews: Kick out by Whitaker, but he seems to really be hurting, and Chad has shifted this match into a ground fight. Walters: Slow the opponent down, and then inflict as much pain as you can. Grabbing both legs of Whitaker, Chad steps through them and then crosses the ankles of Whitaker before rolling him over and setting in a sharpshooter on the man in the middle of the ring. Reaching out Whitaker tries to get the ropes, his hands falling short of the bottom rope, the tips just out of reach. Matthews: This might be over right here, Chad has him locked in the sharp shooter in the middle of the ring and Whitaker is in some serious pain. Walters: I don’t know how much longer Jarek is going to be able to hold on, you can really see the pain in his eyes. Matthews: I just said that! Walters: Yeah I just figured that no one else was listening to you either, we are all to busy staring at your chesticles! Matthews: Did you just say chesticles? Walters: Yeah. Why? Prefer me to call them something else? I mean this is supposed to be a family show, but I can call them your tits, your boobs, your breasts, your knockers, fun bags... Matthews: Ok we get the idea! Using all of his strength, Jarek lifts is chest off the matt and drags Chad until he can get his hands on the bottom rope. Stepping in the ref calls for the release, finally counting to four before Chad drops the hold and walks away. Using the middle rope Whitaker attempts to pull himself up. Behind him Chad smirks and takes off across the ring for Whitaker, who drops down just as Chad leaps into the air, Chad left straddling the top rope. Matthews: That is going to hurt for a while Walters: No doubt, and it just might be the thing that Whitaker needs to get this match back in the direction he wants it to be going. Using the ropes to get to his feet, Whitaker grabs the top rope and begins to lift it up and down, Chad bouncing on the rope in response. Finally Whitaker stops and with a shove pushes Chad off the top rope and to the outside fo the ring with a thud. Grabbing the top rope Jarek leaps over the top rope, dropping a brutal leg drop on Chad outside of the ring. Matthews: How about that move by Whitaker, never thought I would see him getting ariel like that, but from what had to be fifteen feet up in the air he hit a brutal leg drop on Chad outside of the ring. Walters: That was damn brutal, and things are looking up for Whitaker at the moment in this one. Lifting Chad to his feet, Jarek rolls the man into the ring, following closely behind. Flipping Chad onto his back, Whitaker delivers a double stomp to the mans chest, Chad rolling off in pain and grabbing the ropes trying to pull himself up. On his feet Chad turns just in time to catch a brutal boot to the face that sends him slamming back first into the corner. Grabbing Chad, Whitaker slams the mans head between his legs and hoists him up onto his shoulders, turning from the corner he hits a running powerbomb on Chad and goes for the cover. 1 2 Matthews: Kick out by Hollister. He is in a bad place right now as Jarek is beginning to impose his strength upon Chad in this one. Walters: Yeah and this is what Hollister didn’t want in the match, he really needed to slow Jarek down early and take away any strength advantage that Whitaker might have. Bringing Chad to his feet, Whitaker underhooks the mans arms and delivers a brutal double underhook piledriver to Chad before once more lifting him to his feet. This time Whitaker gives a wink to a woman in the front row before setting up Chad for the 120 proof. Hopping to his feet Whitaker looks over the ropes making a gesture to one of the ladies and a wink before turning back to Chad and delivering the series of kicks and fist pump to elbow drop known as the Beatin’ up the Beast. Matthews: Now Jarek is just rubbing it in, he is in control and showboating, that could really come back to haunt him later on in the night if he isn’t careful. Walters: I have to agree. But really, what woman besides a lesbian like you wouldn’t like to look at that and have that wink at you? Matthews: Just because I don’t want to have sex with you Vince doesn’t mean I am a lesbian. Walters: Could have fooled me baby, all women want this! Bringing Chad to his feet, Whitaker sets the man up for the Ego Trip, but just as he hooks the mans arm Chad gets his legs driving and pushes Whitaker to the ropes, Jarek dropping his grip on Chad. Grabbing the mans arm Chad whips him across the ring into the far ropes, bouncing off the near ropes himself. Leaping into the air Chad meets Whitaker in the middle of the ring with a flying back elbow. Matthews: Whitaker might have gotten a bit cocky in this one and Hollister is clearly back in the match. Walters: Yeah but for how long, Chad is in some pain and you can already see it. Grimacing as he gets to his feet, Chad moves forward to press the offensive on Whitaker. As Jarek gets to his feet he turns just in time for Chad to deliver a kick to the stomach and a snap DDT in the middle of the ring. Climbing to the middle rope Chad leaps off for the Double down, but Whitaker rolls away at the last second, Chad catching nothing but the matt and rolling to the outside of the ring. Matthews: Whitaker rolled away and Chad found nothing but the matt with that double down. Walters: Yeah and Chad is in some pain on the outside, he tried to finish it quick and it may be coming back to bite him after that move. Reaching up on the apron Chad climbs onto the apron on his knees. Inside the ring Whitaker is on his feet and moving for Chad. Grabbing the man he helps Chad into the ring by pulling the man through the middle rope, Chad’s feet still on the ropes, his body being held by Whitaker. Underhooking the mans arms, Whitaker hits Chad with the Ego Trip while Chad’s legs are still on the middle ropes of the ring. Rolling him over into the ring, Whitaker goes for the pin on Chad. 1 2 3!!!!! Matthews: Did you see that? He just implant Ego Tripped Chad Hollister to get the win. I have never seen anything like that, I hope that Chad is ok. Walters: Ok? You just want to make sure he can come visit you after the match is over. Don’t lie you two timing. Matthews: Vince you Asshole, will you stop it. Just because I won’t sleep with you doesn’t mean I am sleeping with everyone else. Now damnit keep your mind on the job at hand and the fact that Jarek Whitaker just unified the Television and Young Blood titles. Tom Davis: Here is your winner and the Unified Television and Young Blood Champion, JAREK WHITAKER!!!!! Walters: Congrats need to go out to Whitaker on this one, this match seemed like it could go either way and in the end he won. There you happy? Matthews: You are such a prick Vince. It’s time for a break, we will be back shortly.
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Post by jstyles on Oct 25, 2011 15:32:57 GMT -5
As the camera fades backstage we see Jesse Styles the owner of NEW standing out in the parking lot in front of a brinks money truck which also has a good five armed security guards guarding it. Jesse opens the back door of it and as the camera peaks in we see open briefcases of money all over the place. Jesse then lights up a cigarette and looks into the camera.
Jesse Styles: You might wonder why I am standing behind a brinks truck with briefcases full of money. Well it's quite simple all that money behind me is well my money. You see over the years I have made a lot of money and I do mean a lot. So much in fact I am feeling a bit giving for Christmas is getting close so why not put up FIVE MILLION Bucks of my own money next week.
Jesse pauses for a moment allowing everyone watching to take what he just said all in.
Jesse Styles: Oh but don't think I will just be giving away five million bucks no no you see in order to get this money you have to earn it. Next week at Ignite 47 will be the place to earn it. Because, our first stop on our world tour will be in England and in England we RUMBLE! Yes ladies and gentlemen one match is booked for the entire show and it's a ROYAL RUMBLE match. The winner gets five millions bucks of my own money. So I suggest my entire roster shows up and brings everything they have because it's your one and only chance to win my own personal money like this. Now people might think what in the hell is wrong with me? Well just no I always have a reason and get excited because next weeks Ignite looks to be well very interesting.
Jesse laughs a little as the armed security guards shut the doors on the brinks truck and lock it. They then get in and drive off as Jesse walks back inside the arena.
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