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Post by Roger Wright on Jan 3, 2012 13:59:49 GMT -5
[The scene fades in to the backstage area of the TD Garden arena, where in a very nicely set up room Ryan Elias sits with a rather pompous look on his face. As he reaches for his drink, the door slams open and it spills all over his desk. Desperately yelling for towels, Elias raises his gaze to be met with angered electric blue eyes locked onto his.] Vanessa: Mr Elias... Ryan Elias: Ah, if it's not the Queen. You spilled my damned drink! Vanessa: Looks like the staff's got that handled Mr 'Showtime Liaison'... Ryan Elias: ...what the hell's up with you? [As a couple staff members clean up the mess from Elias' drink spilling, Vanessa slams her fist down onto Elias' desk, gritting her teeth before speaking.] Vanessa: Who's bright idea was it to make the Court out to be the cRu? Ryan Elias: ...eh? Vanessa: The COURT are the tag champs? Do we act like the type of group to throw the tag titles around like they mean nothing? I'm sorry, but we have more respect for the belts... and I won't have the tag titles be handed from one person to the next. Ryan Elias: Hey that wasn't me! I was pitting you against each other... Vanessa: I know... and you're going to follow how this match was supposed to go. Ryan Elias: Oh? And how was that? Vanessa: *smirks* Court versus Court, Divinity vs Adrien Specter and Frank Finelli... for the tag titles. Ryan Elias: You'd be pitted against your boy toy then... Vanessa: *frowns* Well you don't have to remind me of that... shit... Ryan Elias: Hmm... fine, it's a deal. Week after next, you'll get your match. Roger Wright: What?! [The camera pans over to the door, where NEW's owner Roger Wright stands, looking pissed. Vanessa gives Elias one final glance, before hurrying past Wright and making her way out of the room. We hear Roger talking angrily with Ryan, but the camera follows the Queen, who leads us to the Court locker room, where Adrien Specter sits silently at the end of a rectangular table, as well as Reya Serra and Frank Finelli on opposite sides of it, and Dawn and Paxar in the room as well. Vanessa strolls up to the opposite end of Specter and sits down, grabbing hold of a waiting cup of coffee before smirking.] Vanessa: I did it. Week after next, we have a real tag match to actually determine the champions. It would've been Judas, but our Bishop has decided to move on... Frank Finelli: Betrayal again, my Queen? Vanessa: Haha, no... he wants to retire from the wrestling scene. He'll still be around... but there's no need to execute him. [Finelli almost looks disappointed at this, but nods as Specter keeps his eyes on his fiance, who takes a sip of her coffee and moves her gaze to Reya Serra, who then speaks up quietly.] Reya Serra: What was your reasoning for calling us all down here, Vanessa? Vanessa: Glad you asked Rey-rey! [Vanessa suddenly jumps from her seat, her excited eyes trailing from one person to the next as she tries to get her Court pumped, despite they having lost another member of their team. Smiling her brightest smile, V clapped her hands together and nodded.] Vanessa: Resolutions. Sure, it's pretty damned cliche... but I think this would be good for us. I wanna know what's in the minds of my friends, and fiance. Speaking of the latter, would you do us the honors of going first, Adrien? Adrien Specter:....I have nothing much to say, except I hope to make this year great for me and my fiance, with the hopes of a soon-to-be wedding... and to make a strong effort for the Court as well, to make us a more liable stable in all. Vanessa: Good! And Reya... how about you? [Adrien returns his hard gaze to the table as he takes a drink of his water. Meanwhile, Vanessa smiles at Reya, who looks up from talking quietly with a slightly frowning Paxar and can't help but smile back at her Queen. Serra then takes a sip of some non-alcoholic champagne and stares seriously at V.] Reya: Well... my resolutions are to be closer to my sisters, of course. Also, I would like to be more charitable, and become closer to God, spreading his word as widely as possible... Frank Finelli: And snatch back that Youngblood title while you're at it Reya! [All eyes turned to Frank Finelli, who slowly stands up as he glances around the table at his fellow Court members, a small grin crossing his face as he lifts his glass to them and toasts the dawning of a new year. Vanessa's grin widens at her executioner, sitting down as Finelli begins to speak.] Frank: My friends, and yes we all are friends here, though some of us may have our differences with each other, that is besides the point. [Vanessa puts her feet up on the table and takes another sip of coffee, Reya folding her hands in her lap and smiling courteously at Finelli as well, who reaches down and lifts up a few envelopes, a smirk on his face as he continues to speak.] Frank: I wanted to do something that would commemorate the beginning of the new year, and came up with this idea.... [Frank turns to Reya Serra and sends an envelope her way, she takes it shyly as he speaks, Paxar observing the envelope herself as Vanessa raises her eyebrows.] Vanessa: Presents Reya. Be sure to thank him, sweety. Reya Serra: *smiles* Thank you Frank. Frank: *nods* My friend Reya, you have done extremely well this year. Winning the Young Blood Title twice, and I know you will regain it soon. You are that good my friend. In your envelope is an American Express Gold Card, with no Limit on it, to use as you see fit. But please don't let Paxar go crazy with it. Haha. No Reya I'm kidding naturally, that is for you and Paxar to use as you wish. Paxar Vega: Wow... awesome. Thanks a lot Frank. [Reya nods in agreement, staring at the envelope in silence, her eyes thoughtful as Frank then turns to the King and Queen, a smile crossing his face again as he sends an envelope to Adrien and one to Vanessa. They both take their own quietly, as Finelli speaks once more.] Frank: Specter, you and I have had our differences the last few months, that episode with the gun in my ribs, nearly cost you your life. You just don't know how close you came to dying for real Spec. And I am not kidding either. However, you are a friend... I know that was all part of this business. Inside your envelope is an American Express Black card! Yeah the top of the line for you and The Queen. Yes Vanessa, there is the same in your envelope. What good is having financial resources if you can't pass the love around to your friends right? All of you use these cards as you see fit to and not to worry, the bills won't be coming to any of you either. Finelli Construction is paying them until we all are gone from this earth. Happy New Year my friends. Vanessa: Happy New Year, Mr Finelli. Reya, and as always, Adrien. Let's make this a year to remember... for the Court... and for ourselves. Reya Serra: We will prove our worth, and make the Court a force to be reckoned with in 2012. Adrien Specter: Agreed. Frank Finelli: Damn right we will! Vanessa: My decree is simple-- Kick ass, and have a little fun while doing so. That's what we're about. Not taking candy from babies like the cRu, and not pretending to be 'badass' for the sake of being badass like most other groups. Our plotting? It's behind the scenes, and not oh so obvious. And that is our advantage. And in 2012... we prove why the Court was put into session. [Frank grins and lifts his glass to them, holding it up to the middle of the table. Vanessa smirks and follows suit, hopping to her feet and putting out her coffee cup. Reya and Paxar look at each other, before lifting their own drinks as well. Specter, ever so silent, moves to his feet finally and holds up his glass, eyes on V... who grins as Finelli speaks.] Frank: Salute!! Specter: Cheers. Reya: God speed. Paxar: Here here! Dawn: Mmm... right. Vanessa: A toast to us, as people and as the Court... let's show that we can be a force to be reckoned with, and we will never truly adjourn. 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Post by Roger Wright on Jan 3, 2012 14:01:35 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following match is scheduled for one fall! First to the ring, weighing in at 210lbs, he is the Playboy Matt McMattio!
[Pink Pyro and Fireworks fly into the air as a blue playboy logo blinks on and off across the tron. We then see Matt wearing shades, which he takes off and gives them to a young female in the audience. With that, Mcmattio walks down towards the ring, blowing kisses to the fans as he goes through the ropes to prepare one last time before his match.]
Vince Walters: This idiot's fucked.
Jill Matthews: That's not nice, Vince. This is the kid's final match here in New Edge...
Vince Walters: And he's fucked.
[Jill sighs as Davis puts the mic to his lips again to announce Mcmattio's foe, when suddenly someone skips out of the entrance, tossing what looks like lizard shaped press on tattoos. We can plainly see from the cheery grin on her face, as well as the colorful dress, that it's Jen Ryette. She then turns around and throws her arms out towards the entrance, as the music starts...]
Tom Davis: And his opponent, weighing in at 230lbs... he is from Manchester, England... he is Matt Slater!!
[Darkness consumes most of the arena except for the entrance as the crowd boo loudly, blue and white strobe lights circling around as the music starts up. Soon enough the lights scatter and spread across the shadowed tiers of the arena in rhythm, an array of pyro shooting off as the song reaches its metal opening. As fog rolls from the entrance way and down the ramp, Matt Slater walks out slowly from behind the curtain, bearing a mostly stoic expression on his face, yet staring at Jen in a rather irritated way. Making his way down to the ring, Slater passed the bubbly woman and scowled at her, before maneuvering through the ropes and going to a turnbuckle, moving atop it and looking around at the crowd coldly, before stepping down and turning to await his opponent.]
Vince Walters: He can certainly keep a straight face.
Jill Matthews: He's a very serious competitor, and a viable wrestler in general...
Vince Walters: Then why is he fighting McMattio? And an even better question is, why is that psycho out there?
Jill Matthews: She's moved to the crowd... look, that little boy is out there with her. Tyler, or something along those lines?
Vince Walters: Isn't that Cera's kid? Why the hell is that bitch making Slater take care of him? What the fuck is that?
Jill Matthews: It doesn't matter, Vince. We know now that Jen is here as a babysitter to Slater's... own babysitting? Either way, this match is about to begin...
[The bell suddenly rings, signaling the start of the match. Mcmattio immediately runs forward with a dropkick, hitting Slater square in the chest and making him stumble back. He catches his balance as his foe goes for another kick, and catches his foot, spinning him around and slamming a high knee into the small of McMattio's back! The Playboy falls to his knees, and Slater runs past, bounces off the ropes, and uses the momentum to slam into his opponent! Both men go down, but Slater rolls to his feet immediately.]
Jill Matthews: Matt looking good so far...
Vince Walters: Yeah! Wait, which Matt?
Jill Matthews: The one pulling McMattio to his feet. Slater has gotten control rather quickly, and his opponent has been thrown into the corner!
Vince Walters: And gets his bitch ass handed to him with Slater's running lariat, right into the corner! Hell yes!
Jill Matthews: Wait! McMattio has scrambled away from the predicament he's in! He runs around to the back of Slater as quickly as he can and... McTap! Spear to Slater, into the corner as well!
Vince Walters: Lucky shot!
[Slater hits the corner with surprising force, but when McMattio goes for another move, his foe twist around and leg sweeps him! When his opponent falls to the ground, Slater moves quickly and catches him before he falls on his face, then turns him and grabs his arms, lifting to hit a strong double arm DDT! With his foe now on the ground, Slater moves to the turnbuckle and stares down at him, wanting to make sure of his win. As McMattio finally stands, Slater jumps off with a flying dropkick, but McMattio moves just in time! Slater manages to land awkwardly on his feet, turns around, and is met with a dropkick from McMattio!]
Vince Walters: Luck luck luck!
Jill Matthews: I can't believe this! Now Mcmattio has managed to hit Matt Slater with a hard clothesline! Slater is on the ground, and McMattio falls for an elbow drop...
Vince Walters: Yes! Slater moved out of the way, and the idiot hurt his elbow!
[As McMattio rolls around on the mat, holding his elbow, Slater wipes at his mouth and there seems to be the ghost of a smirk on his face as he moves forward. McMattio stops squirming as he scrambles to his feet, holding his arm and staring at Slater, who cracks his knuckles and moves forward, going for a hard chop to the chest of his opponent! McMattio falls back, and is hit with another strong chop! But suddenly he lurches forward with a strong clubbing fist! Slater stumbles slightly, and is suddenly met with a roundhouse kick to the face!]
Jill Matthews: I told you this wouldn't be a squash match!
Vince Walters: This is McMattio's last match... so maybe he puts a little more power to his moves because of that, it doesn't mean he'll win.
Jill Matthews: Well McMattio is moving atop the turnbuckle! He's about to jump off for a splash... but Slater's moved swiftly to his feet! Raining Shadows!!! Slater meets McMattio's move with a strong one himself! And there's the pin!
1...
2...-
Vince Walters: WHAT?!
Jill Matthews: McMattio holds on! He still has hope, as he moves out of Slater's grasp!
[McMattio moves to his feet as Slater does the same, grimaces, and then runs forward. He dodges a nice kick by Slater, then twists to hit a back kick to Slater's head! Stumbling forward, Slater scowls and turns around, and the men begin struggling when suddenly Slater gets the upperhand and twists them both to the ground, applying his gogoplata move, Your Merciless Demise!!]
Vince Walters: Slater's got his hold in place, there's no way for McMattio to get out of this one!
Jill Matthews: He's trying! McMattio is struggling to get free, but it's no use! Slater has a death grip on the poor guy!
Vince Walters: There's no way out of this one! He can't make it to the ropes to break it, and can't power out!
Jill Matthews: And McMattio has tapped out! This match is over!!
Vince Walters: And Slater kicked ass!
Jill Matthews: With McMattio giving a decent fight as well!
Tom Davis: The winner via submission, due to a tap out, Matt Slater!!
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Post by Roger Wright on Jan 3, 2012 14:03:34 GMT -5
Jill Matthews: Well we’re about to get back to some in ring action…
Vince Walters: I’d like to get you…
Jill Matthews: If you value your life, do not finish that sentence.
Tom Davis: The following match is a Triple Threat Golden Contract Qualifying match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…from Memphis, Tennessee weighing in at two hundred thirty seven pounds…CHRISTIAN RIVERS!
Jill Matthews: Christian Rivers is going to be looking to turn things around after his loss last week.
Vince Walters: Ha ha…He lost to Santa Slater…I totally forgot about that! That was hilarious!
Jill Matthews: That was kind of amusing to see Slater in that Santa outfit. He did look cute though…I mean…
Rivers walks down to the ring in his sleeveless white undershirt with his .45 snapped securely in his gun holster. He walks up the ring steps, entering the ring through the middle rope and begins to stretch as he awaits his opponents.
Tom Davis: Introducing next…BLAIR BUCHANNAN!
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Her theme music 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 plethora of positions as well as in a few different matches.
Vince Walters: Yay! Blair’s back! I’ve missed that sweet ass of hers…
Jill Matthews: I’m sure you have…
Before long, those velvet curtains are pushed aside and the lovely Blair Buchannan herself makes her way onto the main stage. The Southern Belle is outfitted in a pair of white tennis shoes, white latex mini shorts, and a white latex strapless tube top. Her toned, bronzed body lightly shimmers when the lights hit her just right.
Vince Walters: Man, BB looks phat tonight Jill…
Jill Matthews: Phat? She actually looks to be in pretty good physical condition considering that she’s returning from some time off.
Vince Walters: No…phat…pretty hot and tempting…very tempting…
Blair runs both of her hands through her long silky hair before making her way down the ramp. She grins from ear to ear, her long brown tresses bouncing while she skips down the ramp. As she make her way to the ringside area, Blair quickly trots up the steps before extending her leg over the middle rope, ducking slowly and suggestively under the top rope and into the ring, then flips her long hair. She smiles, raising her fist into the air with a grin on her face. The crowd cheers as she makes her way from one side of the ring to the other. As her music stops playing, Blair paces from side to side in the ring as she eagerly anticipates the start of the match.
Tom Davis: And Finally…from Miami, Florida weighing in at two hundred eighty five pounds…The Executioner of The Court…FRANK FINELLI!
Vince Walters: Ew…Frank Finelli’s in this match? That muscle head couldn’t execute anyone if all he had to do was push a button.
Jill Matthews: Frank is tremendous competitor…and a former NEW TV Champion. Not to mention an impressive physical specimen…
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 echoes 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. He climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and taunts the crowd as black and gold pyro erupts from the ring posts and into the air. They continue to shower him with boos, then he hops back down to the mat.
DING! DING! DING!
Jill Matthews: And this match is underway as the referee calls for the bell…whoa Frank just ran straight at Blair and booted her in the face!
Vince Walters: No! Not the face! Damn you you walking pile of roid rage!
Rivers stands back, not wanting to interfere as Frank picks Blair up by her hair.
Vince Walters: That good River is just watching Frank assault poor Blair…do something!
Jill Matthews: Blair looks like she’s out cold…
Frank takes Blair and lifts her up into a power bomb position before running towards the ropes and executing the maneuver.
Jill Matthews: Frank sure is a powerful beast…he just power bombed Blair Buchannan out of the ring! And now it looks like he’s turned his attention to Rivers…
Frank rushes towards Rivers attempting to spear him, but Rivers side steps him and counters with a drop toe hold. Rivers then quickly grabs Finelli’s leg and locks in a half crab.
Vince Walters: That’s right Rivers…make that freak tap out for what he did to poor BB…
Jill Matthews: Too late Frank’s already made it to the ropes.
Both men get back to their feet and Frank rushes towards Rivers again, executing a shoulder block that knocks Rivers back down. Frank then picks him back up, lifting him up and slamming him back down with a shoulder breaker. He then attempts a pin…
1...
2...
Rivers kicks out, managing to lift his shoulder up off of the mat.
Jill Matthews: Frank has been focusing on the shoulders of Rivers here…if you can’t get your shoulders up you’ll get pinned.
Vince Walters: Just what we need to see…another victory for a member of The Court…Ugh…
Jill Matthews: You’re just upset because Vanessa’s engaged to Adrien and you have absolutely no chance with Reya…
Vince Walters: She needs to take her sister Cera’s advice and come to the dark side…we’ve got punch and pie…and porn. Porn is awesome! Reya doesn’t know what she’s missing…
The men return to their feet, and this time Rivers rushes towards Frank, spearing him down to the mat. As Frank writhes in pain, holding his ribs, somehow Blair has groggily returned to the ring.
Vince Walters: And Blair’s back in the match yay!
Jill Matthews: Not really, Rivers is back up and just kicked her right in the gut. Now he’s bouncing off the ropes…Canadian Destroyer! Rivers just may pull the upset here…
Rivers goes for the pin…
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2...
Frank in desperation goes to try to break up the count at the very last minute…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner…CHRISTIAN RIVERS!
Jill Matthews: Frank almost broke up the count but he was too late. Christian Rivers comes out with the victory and will be in the upcoming Golden Contract match.
Vince Walters: Maybe I should go and console BB…that was a tough loss for her.
Jill Matthews: Maybe she should sue you for sexual harassment…anyway, let’s go to a commercial…
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Post by Roger Wright on Jan 3, 2012 14:04:48 GMT -5
We cut backstage to see Roger Wright roaming around his office, deep in thought and highly agitated. He takes another quick glance at his watch before the door opens, causing him to look around with curiosity. Matt Slater then enters the scene, closing the door behind him and approaching the NEW Owner, both men giving each other cold glances that conceal their inner respect.
Matt Slater: You wanted to see me, Roger?
Roger Wright: As a matter of fact I did. Who the hell do you think you are?
Slater stands his ground as Roger’s volatile temper increases, maintaining a fixed expression without turning away or looking confused.
Roger Wright: Last week, after announcing my team for the War Games Match at World War X, the cRu decided to infiltrate the arena and decimate us ... myself included. And watching the replays, I witnessed the entire NEW roster coming out to try and fight them off, only to be barricaded by a steel cage. Guess who wasn’t even with them?
Slater remains stoic as Roger moves around to his desk, fetching out a contract of sorts and gripping it in his hand tightly.
Roger Wright: Not only were you not there, but someone had informed me later that they had seen you driving off with a small boy, minutes after Cera had left the parking lot in her vehicle. What gives you the right to leave whenever you damn well please?
Matt Slater: I’m only obligated to wrestle the matches that you schedule for me...
Roger Wright: That isn’t good enough!
Roger, snapping through his voice, then slaps the contract down onto the polished desk, seething through the teeth but trying to retain his professional demeanour.
Roger Wright: I have every right to amend this contract of yours and revise it ... but I’m not going to, because it has already been through its revision stages.
Matt Slater: I’m aware that Ryan Elias has been informed of my current ambitions.
Roger Wright: That’s right ... going for the Youngblood Championship, as a way to ... redeem your ventures and begin again. I’m not going to lie, Slater. I’m pretty pissed off at the fact you’re avoiding a crucial match in favour of a lower-tier title that is held by a gangsta-wannabe! You should be representing NEW inside that cage, taking on the PCW and the cRu for supremacy...
Matt Slater: I can represent whoever I want, or am I not allowed the freedom of independent choice?
Roger Wright: With that attitude, I might just trade you over to PCW!
Roger glares at the contract for a moment after uttering this statement, exhaling with irritation until he looks at Slater again.
Roger Wright: I know who you are, Slater...
Matt Slater: Do you?
Roger Wright: You used to be a man of honour ... a man of discipline and courage. You wouldn’t have allowed this opportunity to pass you by a year ago. You would have taken every available step to be with New Edge Wrestling and combat the ruthless nature of PCW and a faction that wants to dominate everything they see.
Matt Slater: I’m ... a different man now...
Roger Wright: Or are you? Sometimes when I look at you, Slater, I don’t receive that coldness. I don’t receive the callous emotions that bloom inside you. I see the man you once were ... trapped inside, wanting to escape...
Matt Slater: He isn’t part of me now...
Roger Wright: That part of you will always be there. It’s who you genuinely are. Nothing can change that. All you need to do ... is let it go.
Matt Slater: Let it go for your own benefit? Does the reward of superiority manipulate you that much? You’ve been corrupted by the desire of wealth and glory, Roger.
Roger Wright: I’m only trying to make NEW better in the long-term!
Matt Slater: You don’t care about the competition, or about doing what’s best for NEW!
Roger stares at Slater for a moment until he nods slightly, keeping an eye on Slater as if he has released something from within the British wrestler.
Roger Wright: ... And there it is. That’s the Slater I used to know.
Matt Slater: I don’t know what you’re talking about...
Slater turns around and heads for the door, wanting this meeting to be over, but Roger stops him in the process with his voice alone.
Roger Wright: You’re not as cold as you used to be, Slater. Your rejuvenation truly is coming to fruition, and in time you’ll be the old Slater again. I can help with that...
Slater pauses and looks down in contemplation, Roger walking around the desk and confronting Slater properly once more.
Roger Wright: Take part in the War Games Match, Slater ... and help NEW.
Slater looks up from his head being bowed and then turns around slightly, looking Roger sternly in the eye before he speaks.
Matt Slater: There’s nothing to reconsider. My answer is still no.
Slater then looks back to the door before opening it and walking out, the camera lingering on Roger as he looks around in deep thought before it fades to a commercial.
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Post by Roger Wright on Jan 3, 2012 14:06:11 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring, from New York City, weighing in tonight at 244lbs, JASON ANDREWS!
Andrews looks around cockily as the crowd boo, mouthing to them to bow down and respect him.
It is then that “Please” by Nine Inch Nails plays from the arena speakers, the crowd cheering as Adrien Specter walks out slowly, soaking in the warming atmosphere of the TD Garden. He then concentrates on Andrews and strolls down to the ring, Jason gesturing for him to arrive quicker so he can beat him right here and now.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, from Brighton, England, weighing in tonight at 175lbs, ADRIEN SPECTER!
Specter enters the ring just as his entrance concludes, Andrews wasting no time as he approaches Specter with the intent to harm. The King of The Court sees the first strike coming though and blocks it accordingly, hammering away at Andrews as the bell resounds to signal the official start of this contest. Specter twists Andrews around and whips him to the ropes, Jason running back into a Deviate from Specter which snaps Andrew’s head back severely!
Vince Walters: Damn! If he doesn’t have a damaged neck after that, he will soon!
Specter, being rather relentless, then drags Andrews back to his feet, boots him in the stomach, and then uses the ropes for momentum, charging back into a READ THE PASSAGE which drives Andrews right onto his head and neck!
Jill Matthews: Okay, I believe that he’s sustained some kind of career-threatening injury now.
Vince Walters: But that madman isn’t done! He’s going for the kill!
Hardly satisfied by Andrews’ fight, Specter looks around at the crowd as they chant for him to finish Jason off, Specter heeding their calls before he brings his opponent up, twists him around and upside down onto his back, and then delivers the SIX FEET UNDER!
Vince Walters: Does he want to be charged with murder?! Just pin him already!
Specter of course goes for the cover after these devastating moves...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
The bell rings loudly as Specter stands up and admires his handy-work, his arm being raised as Andrews remains in a contorted position on the canvas.
Tom Davis: Here is your winner, ADRIEN SPECTER!
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Post by Roger Wright on Jan 3, 2012 14:08:21 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following contest is a singles match, scheduled for one fall. First, making his way to the ring. He hails from Houston, Texas, weighing in this morning at 385lbs. He is the current NEW Youngblood Champion, “Krayzee” Kenath Israel!
The sounds of a woman moaning roars throughout the arena as the lights dim down a bit as the stage is set a blaze by the two pyrotechnic blasts on the sides of the ramp flare up, going at intervals. Redman's Whateva Man blasts out from the audio system.
[E Dub] Microphone check one two
Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?
[Red] Yo, whateva man
[E Dub] You ready to get drunk as fuck?
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] You, you sayin somethin?
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] Aiyyo
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] Check it, Kool V
Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far from commercial
KeNath Israel slowly walks through the curtain, looking at the audience. He scowls and reached into his trunks pulling out a blunt and lighter.
(So what cha mean nigga)
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt
From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets
Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks
KeNath Israel puts the blunt in his lips and flicks the lighter to no avail. Walking to one side of the stage, he holds his head over as a blast of fire emerges mere inches from his face, lighting up the "funny" cigarette.
Aiyyo, can I be SWV?
You the One nigga
Rap Shogun, yes E the one
Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse
KeNath takes a puff and blows out a large cloud of smoke before heading down to the entrance ramp. A few fans put their hands out as KeNath Israel tosses the ashes into one lucky attendant's hand.
Approaching the ring, Krayzee walks to the side of the ring before walking up the steps and taking another puff as he holds it in while walking towards the center of the apron. A spotlight shines down on the Big Krayzee as he slowly makes his way to the center.
Stalling for a minute, Krayzee raises his head up and forcefully blows a geyser of pot smoke into the air and smirks, getting into the ring.
Jill Mathews: Some interesting comments from our Youngblood champion this week, talking about how he’s willing to take on all challengers.
Vince Walters: Yeah, but calling out names like Abraham, Stylez, and Slater, $5 says he was high on something…
Tom Davis: And finally, making his way to the ring, the opponent. He hails from Los Angeles, California, weighing in this morning at 210lbs. He is “Krisis” Judas Dathan!
The crowd immediately begins cheering as “Amazing” by Kanye West plays over the PA, and Judas begins walking out from the back. He slowly begins walking his way down to the ramp, as Kenath begins striding either side of the ring, waiting for Judas to enter. Dathan quickly climbs the apron, before climbing into the ring and scaling the turnbuckle, before raising his arms to the crowd.
Jill Mathews: There’s a rumor going around that this will be Judas’s last match in New Edge Wrestling.
Vince Walters: But the way you’ve got to look at this is who has more to lose here tonight? Does Judas fight to get that final victory, or does Israel pull out a win to save face?
Jill Mathews: I dunno, but we’re about to find out as the ref calls for the bell and it’s time to GET IT ON!
DING
Immediately Ken sets on Judas, who quickly floors the bigger man with a drop toe hold, before getting to his feet and dropping down with a standing elbow drop. As Israel hold his back in pain, he slowly gets to his feet before Dathan comes running once again, this time attempting the flying elbow, but Kenath quickly sidesteps him, making him land face first on the canvas, before suddenly Israel stands behind Judas, and striking out with a curb stomp.
Jill Mathews: A nasty shot there from Israel…
Vince Walters: And he’s going for the pin…
ONE…
TW-
Jill Mathews: And an easy kick out from Dathan…
Getting back to his feet, Ken grabs hold of Judas before bringing him to his feet and delivering a few punches to the face of Dathan, before bringing him up in the air for a delays suplex, landing Judas hard on his back. Quickly, Ken begins moving over to the turnbuckle, quickly climbing it before turning and jumping at Dathan with a Frog Splash, landing hard before going for another pin attempt.
ONE…
TWO…
Jill Mathews: And another kick out from Judas!
Vince Walters: Seems this guy really wants to impress on his final night here…
Kenath slowly gets to his feet, looking suitably agitated, however as he bends down to pick Dathan up again, Judas strikes out with a kick to the side of Israel’s head, knocking him back before Dathan quickly rolls to his feet. Suddenly Judas comes lashing out with some palm strikes, forcing Israel back towards the ropes, before suddenly Dathan Irish whips him off them. However, upon the return, Dathan jumps on the ropes, and strikes out with a 720 DDT on Israel.
Jill Mathews: The Valhalla!
Vince Walters: And he drops down for a pin!
ONE…
TWO…
Jill Mathews: And a kick out from Israel!
Quickly Both men are back to their feet, Dathan comes charging at Israel, striking out with a hard knee across the gut of Kenath, doubling him over before striking out with a snap neckbreaker. Before going for another quick pin attempt
ONE…
TWO…
Jill Mathews: And another kick out from the Youngblood Champion!
Vince Walters: Really showing how he won that title from Reya at Convicted isn’t he?
Quickly Judas rolls to his feet once again, coming in running with a punt, but Kenath quickly grabs the foot, stopping Dathan in his tracks. Pulling himself up while keeping hold of the foot, Israel pulls Dathan towards him, before holding his head and slinging him onto his back, before performing the Shoulder Mount Jawbreaker.
Jill Mathews: Gangsta Breaker!
Vince Walters: Why isn’t he going for the pin?
Looking down at Judas on the mat, Israel quickly goes over to him, before beginning to lock in the Lion Tamer, but before he can fully synch it in, Judas quickly kicks him off, sending him into the ropes before kipping up, only for Israel to come charging in with a spear.
Jill Mathews: DRIVE BY!
Vince Walters: And the champ goes for another cover!
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
Jill Mathews: NO! Judas gets the arm up!
Vince Walters: what a resilient pair these two are turning out to be…
Quickly, Israel gets back to his feet, before grabbing Judas and pulling him to his feet once again, before flinging him into the corner turnbuckle. Coning in after him, Ken attempts another spear, but right at the last moment, Judas swings his foot, kicking Kenath right in the side of the head, flooring him. Judas quickly scales the turnbuckle, looking to the crowd with his arms raised, before jumping and hitting the floored Israel with a Shooting Star Knee Drop, landing right into Israel’s head.
Jill Mathews: JUDAS HITS THE KRISIS KORE!
Vince Walters: HE’S GOING FOR THE PIN!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING!!!
Tom Davis: And your winner, via result of a pinfall, “Krisis” Judas Dathan!
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Post by Roger Wright on Jan 3, 2012 14:09:27 GMT -5
Fading in from Commercial, Adrien Specter stands outside of the door with Roger Wright's name on it. Just as Specter reaches up to knock, the door swings open and Ryan Pugh steps out of it with a smile on his face. With a glance at him Specter steps through the door and walks into the office, behind the Desk Roger Wright sits, his vision turned down as he signs paperwork. Glancing up he motions for Specter to have a seat.
Wright: I know you were probably hesitant to come see me, and well to be honest it is of no surprise to me that you would be, hell I would be if I was in your shoes.
Pausing for a moment, Roger sat and stared at Specter who remained quiet, his facial expressions never changing.
Wright: Um…well ok the reason I called you in here is because I want to put the past in the past Specter. World War X is huge for the NEW, and we need the win. With Judas retiring, and well, with me still needing another person before that retirement, I want the best I can find in the match, and you are just the kind of guy I need.
Still Specter sat quietly, his eyes focused in on Roger, his face never changing. Hints of irritation crept into the face of Roger as he sat back in his chair, hooking his fingers behind his head, elbows out to the side.
Wright: Look Specter, You are the heart and soul of this company, and you and Vanessa have been here since it pretty much all began, you’re a two time champion and both of you mean more than anyone really knows. I want both of you, I need both of you to do this for me, I can’t trust Cera, and My brother can be a bit of a wild card, I need two people I can trust.
Still there was no response from Specter, only silence filling the air. Finally Specter moved as he stood up. After a minute of just staring at Roger, Specter turned and walked for the door, exiting the office.
Walters: How desperate is Roger?
Matthews: He wants the best Vince, can you really blame him?
Walters: He was all but begging Specter, begging him.
Matthews: I saw a man that was willing to bury his past with a man for the better of this company.
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Post by Roger Wright on Jan 3, 2012 14:10:27 GMT -5
[The scene opens up to the next match, which is awaited anxiously as the fans cheer enthusiastically. As Tom Davis steps into the ring, we see Jill Matthews and Vince Walters going at it once again...] Vince Walters: This match is already determined. Cera's got this shit in the bag! Jill Matthews: Reya has incredible potential, and this is her week to shine! Vince Walters: Are you blind?! Jill Matthews: Yes, to their looks! I see their talent, and Reya has come a long way! She could certainly defeat Cera, look at what she did months ago in their first match! She nearly came out the winner back THEN! Vince Walters: But she wears Christmas sweaters and... and... turtlenecks! Yet has these great tits! Jill Matthews: ...dear god, you're an idiot... thank god Davis is coming out to announce the contenders... Tom Davis: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall, for the contendership for the golden contract! First to the ring, weighing in at 135lbs and billed from Los Angeles, California... she is the Herald of Holiness... Reya Serra!![With the start of this new theme, all-white pyro goes off at the top of the ramp. As it ends out walks Reya Serra, wearing skin tight white pants and a matching white top, along with her friend Paxar Vega who is wearing a similar red ensemble. The two walk down the ramp, waving and giving high fives to members of the crowd before Reya slides into the ring, Paxar remaining at ringside. As she stands in the middle of the ring, Reya bows her head in prayer while she awaits her opponent with a slight unease about her.] Vince Walters: She prays before getting ready! At least Cera stretches and we can see her- Jill Matthews: Yeah, I dare you to say that to her face Vince! Vince Walters: ...no thank you. [At the start of the music, deep red strobes flash around the arena in an eerie glow. As her tron plays, the first verse of the song hits up and out walks Cera, in the usual heeled boots, ripped jeans, and leather jacket. The crowd goes wild, screaming boos or screaming her name as she crosses her arms across her practically exposed chest, a smirk crawling onto her lips. With the start of the chorus, Cera moves forward with complete ease, as exceedingly bright, colorful pyro explodes from the ramp and her manager Jen runs down to the ring, moving to it's side as Cera reaches it, moves slowly through the ropes, and rests her arms delicately back on the top rope, eyes on Reya.] Jill Matthews: If looks could kill... Vince Walters: Really? I thought those were her bedroom eyes... Jill Matthews: ...I'm not even sure how to respond to that... so let's just get this match started! [At that, the bell rings to signify the start of the match. Cera and Reya move forward, but don't hit each other just yet. The Baddest Bitch scowls at Reya, who smiles slightly at her, before mouthing 'may god be with you', and then moving back to go for a swift kick to start off. Cera dodges this, and moves forward, striking out with a hard right. Serra brushes it off and hits a roundhouse kick, making Cera fall against the ropes. Reya takes the opportunity to run forward and hit a strong Reya Light into the face of Cera! The superkick causes the Baddest Bitch to fall forward, holding her mouth.] Vince Walters: Holy shit, there's already blood in this match! And it's not the blood of who I thought it'd be... Jill Matthews: Reya actually looks concerned, but there's fire in Cera's eyes! She lurches forward suddenly, spearing Reya to the ground! Oh dear god, she's hitting a series of lefts and rights into the poor girl! Vince Walters: She's so hot when she snaps like this... [Cera stops her beating and moves quickly to her feet, pulling Reya up with her and throwing her against the ropes. Reya bounces off and is met with a hard clothesline by the Baddest Bitch! The Herald is now on the ground, and Cera moves to the turnbuckle, climbing atop and waiting for her foe to stand. When Serra does, the other woman goes for a flying forearm smash, only for Reya to dodge just in time, only her shoulder being nicked! Cera falls to the ground as Reya stumbles slightly, catches her balance, and runs to the turnbuckle herself! Now she's the one waiting for Cera to stand, and when she does she's hit with a strong missile dropkick!] Jill Matthews: Yes! Looks like Reya's gaining control now! Vince Walters: Dammit, how the fuck is that possible?! Jill Matthews: Because Reya is a force to be reckoned with! She's pulling Cera to her feet and look! With Cera at the same weight... she's able to grab her and lift for a crucifix powerbomb!! God's Love!! Vince Walters: ...God's Love scares me... Jill Matthews: Reya goes for the pin! 1... 2-
Vince Walters: Damn, Cera's fucking up her sister's pretty face!
Jill Matthews: But Reya is fighting back! She's just managed a kick to Cera's gut, and she hits a pedigree!
[Cera lays on the ground, cringing from the pain as Reya goes to pull her up. The Baddest Bitch scowls and suddenly twists around for a hard spin kick! Reya falls back and Cera moves forward to hit a superkick of her own! Serra is against the ropes, and her foe runs at her for a spear, only for Reya to lurch forward and grab her, hitting a rib breaker!]
Jill Matthews: Oh my god, was I the only one to hear that?
Vince Walters: Cera's cry of pain just echoed through the entire arena! Holy shit, Reya did some fucking damage!
[Reya looks disconcerted with this, and checks to see if her sister is alright, only to be shoved back, then lifted up as Cera stands, swinging her arm up for a powerful uppercut! Reya stumbles back and grimaces, leaning against the top rope. Cera takes this opportunity to bolt at the ropes, grab the top two, and spin through them to hit a Tiger feint kick!! Reya falls onto her stomach, and Cera uses the ropes once more for a springboard double foot stomp right onto the leg of her foe!!!]
Vince Walters: And now Cera does damage to Reya! They're fucking each other up!
Jill Matthews: Dear god, both women are on the ground, Cera clutching her ribs and Reya her now injured leg... what now?!
Vince Walters: Cera's on her feet again! Yes! I knew she would be the stronger contender!
Jill Matthews: And she's moving to the turnbuckle. She's in a lot of pain though, but Reya is moving to her feet too! Both are now injured... but Cera takes control once more, hitting a flying hurricanrana to her sister!!!
[Reya cries out as she lays on the mat in agony, her leg obviously injured as Cera stomps on her stomach a few more times, then drops for a hard elbow drop. Showing no mercy, the Baddest Bitch then forces her opponent to her feet and twists her body for a swift and violent scorpion kick! Reya falls back, holding her head when Cera then grabs her to hit a spinning neckbreaker!! Reya lays motionless on the ground, and Cera stands above her, looking around as she breathes heavily.]
Vince Walters: Xtreme Speed followed by a neckbreaker to seal the deal!! Wait... why isn't she moving?! Cera could win this match if she went for the pin right now!
Jill Matthews: She looks to be catching her breath! She's obviously in pain here, her ribs may be broken...
[Exhaling, with encouraging yells from Jen, Cera drops down for the pin. The ref also drops and does the count, but as it gets to 2, Reya's eyes snap open and Cera freezes, before loosening the grip! Serra powers out of the pinning predicament and stumbles to her fit, flinching from the pain in her leg but now standing above a glowering Cera, who also stands. They go back and forth with lefts and rights, and Reya suddenly gets the upperhand, tackling Cera into the corner. She then grabs hold of her sister, lifts for a powerbomb, and hits her Angel's Feather!!]
Jill Matthews: Oh my god, this is insane... Cera rolls out of the way of Reya's next move, but once on her feet... Reya grabs her for a suplex, then turns it into a jaw breaker!!
Vince Walters: When the hell did Reya Serra get to be a threat?!
[Reya is about to drop for the pin, but Cera slams her legs up into her sister's stomach. Serra doubles over, and the Baddest Bitch carefully gets up, before slamming her leg up once more for another Xtreme Speed! Then, grabbing her foe's head, Cera hits a diamond cutter!! Reya lays on the ground, and Cera wipes at her forehead with her forearm and stares into space dizzily as the Herald seems to say a small prayer on the ground, before pushing herself tiredly to her feet and, with her good leg, suddenly hits Cera with the Xtreme Speed!!]
Vince Walters: Reya just used Cera's finisher against her!!
Jill Matthews: And she grabs hold of her and hits her own finisher now! A nice dragon suplex pin, the Decree of Justice!!
Vince Walters: No! No fucking way!!
Jill Matthews: Reya's... just collapsed?! Wait, Cera isn't moving either!
Vince Walters: But they're both awake... just in too much pain to move...
Jill Matthews: Wait... Reya's crawling over... YES! She's got Cera in a pinning predicament!!
1...
2...
3!!!
Tom Davis: The winner via pinfall... Reya Serra!!
Vince Walters: NO! Bullshit!! If Cera hasn't hesitated twice, she could've won!!
Jill Matthews: Obviously she was tired and in pain after such a hit to the ribs! And Reya dominated near the end!
Vince Walters: But Cera dominated throughout the entire match! This is bull!
Jill Matthews: Yes well, Reya came out victorious and has now won a contendership for the golden contract...
Vince Walters: This is just... just... ugh!
[Vince buries his face in his arms and Jill rolls her eyes, as Reya is slowly moving to her feet, with Paxar now in the ring and holding her arm in the air in victory. Cera lays on the ground, staring up at the ceiling with Jen kneeling beside her and talking quietly, looking serious and even a bit frustrated. The Baddest Bitch merely scowls once more, then puts one arm over her eyes as the scene fades...]
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Post by Roger Wright on Jan 3, 2012 14:11:38 GMT -5
[The scene opens up to the backstage area, where none other than the Baddest Bitch herself is just about to head into her dressing room. She coughs as she holds her rib cage and grimaces, before a voice calls her name, and she turns to see the one and only Herald of Holiness hobbling over with a noticeable limp and looking at Cera worriedly.]
Reya: Cera...are you alright? What happened?
Cera: Eh... nothing a night's rest couldn't fix anyway... how's the leg? *smirks* Hope I didn't break it during our match...
Reya: No, it is not broken. Just a mild sprain I think. It should be fine by this time next week I pray. Our match was certainly a well contested one though, was it not?
Cera: ...it was interesting. But... if I'd moved at that one point, you'd probably be in way more pain than you are now... ah, not that I care or anything...
[Cera looks away at that, moving forward and taking the handle of her dressing room door, then yanking her hand away as Reya smiles slightly at her.]
Reya: Maybe so...I suppose I should thank you for that. And whether or not you admit it, I know deep down that you do care about me Cera...even if trying to taint me is your way of showing it.
[Reya looks down at her arm, which still bears the word Tainted...the mark Cera left on her earlier in the week. Cera looks at her hand in bewilderment, and we can see that it is slightly red. Shaking her head, the Baddest Bitch then turns back to Reya.]
Cera: Hush, you'll ruin my rep. *scowls slightly* Just know that if it comes to gaining power or interest for myself... I wouldn't hesitate to bludgeon you. Or at least beat in that pretty little face of yours, my darling sister...
[She shoots Reya a wicked grin, before examining the door handle once more as Reya glares at her and her red hand curiously.]
Reya: Anything that happens between us in the ring is just a matter of competition Cera. We will come out of it just as we go in...as sisters...as family. Nothing is going to change that...is something wrong with the door?
Cera: The handle is hot... really hot. I think I burned my ha-
BOOM!!
[There is the sound of an explosion inside of the dressing room between them suddenly, and both women jump back as the door slowly creaks forward, falling off of it's hinges and landing at their feet. Cera and Reya look at each other in confusion, before looking towards the entrance as Jen stumbles out covered in black, falls atop the door, and starts wailing...]
Jen: I BLEW UP LORD UKULELE JONES!
[There is another poof from inside the room, and smoke and the smell of rotting meat spew out of the dressing room as the camera pans from Cera, who has her usual 'what the fuck' look painted on her face, over to Reya, who looks shocked to say the least... back down to Jen, who clutches a small monacle in her hands and continues wailing as the scene fades to black...]
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Post by Roger Wright on Jan 3, 2012 14:13:09 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following contest is a singles match, scheduled for one fall. First, making his way to the ring. He hails from Canton, Ohio, weighing in at 250lbs. He is the current Golden Ticket Holder, 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.
Jill Mathews: KOP defiantly impressed last week with his victory at Convicted to claim the Golden Ticket, leading into next week’s Hard Time golden contract match. Tell me Vince, how do you think Pain’s going to get on.
Vince Walters: I honestly don’t care at this point, all I want him to do is go in there and kick Carter’s ass!
Tom Davis: And finally, making his way to the ring, the opponent. He hails from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 211lbs. He is the NEW Xtreme Champion, Mathew Carter!
An explosion on the stage proceeds the immediate hard guitar followed by drums of "Welcome to the Masquerade" by Thousand Foot Krutch. From the rafters thousands of paper masks fall, the song slowing as it nears the chorus.
Then as the chorus begins, Matthew Carter steps out from behind the NEWtron onto the entrance stage. with a smile he begins walking to the ring. Stopping periodically he slaps hands with fans and appears to yell at others.
Finally reaching the ring he rolls under the ropes and mounts the far corner, extending both of his arms as he appears to yell at the crowd, the crowd returning the favor with a chorus of mixed cheers and boos.
Jill Mathews: Carter achieved what many thought wasn’t possible as he toppled The Insane Icon at Convicted to obtain the Xtreme Championship for the first time in his young career…
Vince Walters: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jill Mathews: And as you can see my announcement partner is still in denial about said match…
Vince Walters: YOU SUCK!
DING!
As Carter turns towards KOP, Pain is already running towards him, flooring him with a harsh clothesline. Not letting up, Pain runs to the ropes before bouncing off them, and jumping in the air on the return to strike out with a Double Knee Drop right onto the head of Mathew.
Jill Mathews: KOP with The Migraine right onto the head of Carter! And with the headshots Pugh dealt him with that chair last week, there is no way Mathew isn’t feeling the effects of that one.
Vince Walters: Weakling! Kick his ass Pain!
KOP quickly drops down for a pin!
ONE…
TWO…
Jill Mathews: Kickout from Carter!
Vince Walters: SLOW COUNT!
As KOP gets to his feet, he grabs hold of Mathew and brings him to his feet. Carter deals a few shots to KOP’s gut, but Pain soon subdues him with a hard right into his already damaged head. Following up with a swift kick to the gut, KOP places the head of Mathew between his legs, before bringing him up into his shoulders, and dealing out a Sit-Down Super Powerbomb.
Jill Mathews: HOUSE OF PAIN!
Vince Walters: Now THAT’S a little more like it!
Jill Mathews: And he’s going for the pin!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING!
Tom Davis: And your winner, via result of a pinfall, KOP!
Jill Mathews: Well KOP really gaining some momentum going into next week by taking out one of the champions he could potentially face off against with the Golden Contract…
Vince Walters: And in other news, Carter got a much needed beat down after his hypocritical win last week. Using the chair on Pugh! HOW DARE HE!
Jill Mathews: And as we get someone to sedate Vince, we’ll be back right after these messages.
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Post by Roger Wright on Jan 3, 2012 14:14:52 GMT -5
Jill Matthews: Here we go it’s time for our second Golden Contract Qualifying match and it should be a good one.
Vince Walters: It’s going to be a good one because look who is here baby!!
“The crowd boos as Al Envy saunters out to towards the ring. He reaches the apron but before he can jump in out from the crowd comes P.T MERCILESS!!!!”
Jill Matthews: OH MAN Merciless just clotheslines Al from behind and is beating down the cRu’s Show Stealer!!
Vince Walters: What in the fuck!! What is it with P.T and coming from behind like this!!
“P.T Merciless continues to stomp Al much to the approval to the crowd. He then picks Envy up and launches him into the ring steps and Envy hits them with a sickening thud. Merciless throws his arms up and high fives some fans at ringside.”
Jill Matthews: This match may be over before the bell rings. He is really taking it to Envy right here.
Vince Walters: I suggest he stays on Al. We all know what guts this man has and the way he rebounds. Whether you like him or not he is one of the best!
Jill Matthews: That is a great point Vince.
Vince Walters: Good enough for a kiss??
Jill Matthews: um…no
“P.T picks up the injured Envy and rolls him into the ring. The referee finally calls for the bell as Merciless quickly goes for the cover.”
1…
2…
Jill Matthews: Envy kicks out!! I think Merciless really has him hurt here.
“P.T picks Envy up and delivers beautiful northern lights suplex onto Envy which looked like caused Envy to land on the back of his neck. Once again P.T Merciless goes for the cover.”
1…
2…
Thre……………
“Envy at the last second throws the shoulder up as you can start seeing Merciless get frustrated. He throws Envy to the outside as he smacks into the barricade. P.T Looks around at the crowd and gets them into the mood for his attempt he is about to make. He bounces off the ropes and run as hard as he cans and tries to hit a suicide dive but Al Envy moves! Merciless slams into the barricade head first!!
Jill Matthews: Oh Lord what impact.
“Al slowly gets up and hooks P.T Merciless in a head and arm suplex and executes it into the ring post!! The crowd collectively reacts to the move."
Vince Walters: Head and Arm Envyplex into the ring post. Good God that was devastating!!
"Al struggles to pick up Merciless but does and rolls him into the ring. He goes for the cover."
1…
2…
Jill Matthews: NO Merciless kicks out.
“Al locks in a side headlock and leans into it to slow the match down a little. After a few seconds the crowd motivates Merciless to fight his way back to his feet. He delivers three elbows into Envy to break the hold. He then bounces into the ropes and runs towards Envy but Envy catches him in a huge spinebuster then locks in the WAVES OF ENVY!!"
Vince Walters: WAVES OF ENVY!!!! That its tap out back jumper!! No one can endure this kind of pain.
“Envy really has it cinched in but much to the credit of Merciless he reaches the ropes and the hold is forced to be broken. Envy keeps it locked in till the count of almost 5 but breaks it to avoid disqualification. Envy stands up and walks around still trying to shake the cobwebs out as the crowd boos. He goes back to work on P.T Merciless with some stiff kicks to the chest and a straight right hand that knocks him back down to the mat. Once again Envy goes for the cover”
1…
2…
Jill Matthews: Merciless kicks out! You aren’t going to beat this guy with a punch. This isn’t the other wrestling company up north!
Vince Walters: God you look sexy when you are making a statement.
Jill Matthews: Back to the match please
“Envy starts to taunt Merciless back to his feet by slapping him across the head numerous times."
Jill Matthews: Oh come on he is showing no respect to P.T Merciless
“Merciless is on his feet as Al slaps him across the face. Merciless starts to get pumped up as the crowd starts to cheer. Merciless kicks Envy straight into the chest. Envy responds with a hard chop across the chest. Merciless absorbs the blow and delivers another kick to Envy’s chest. Al responds with a spinning back kick then raises Merciless back up and chops him this time so hard some skin breaks and blood oozes out”
Vince Walters: Oh man that shot just busted P.T’s chest open.
“Merciless starts to rage up and starts kicking the shit out of Envy with kick to the chest after kick to the chest. This time Al’s chest busts pen with blood. As Envy staggered back Merciless bounces off the ropes but both men had the same idea and clothesline each other much to the pleasure of the crowd that applauds the intense exchange we all just watched.”
Jill Matthews: Oh what a match. These guys are giving their all for NEW right now.
Vince Walters: You have to respect both of these men right now. But Envy more because he is more awesome!!
Jill Matthews: Yeah right!
“As the ref’s count reaches 7 both men get back up as he almost reached 10. The once again start trading right hands but Envy gets the advantage. With Merciless staggering Al bounces off the ropes and attempts the Syck Kick but he is blocked by P.T and he polaces the REVERSE FIGURE FOUR ON ENVY!!!!!"
Jill Matthews: OH MY THIS IS IT!!! What a counter by Merciless into his signature submission!!
Vince Walters: Come on Al get out of it!!!
“Envy is screaming in pain as he fights for the ropes. It looks like he is about to go out as the referee raises his arm once and it fall to the mat. "
Jill Matthews: Envy is out from the pain. I swear he is. Man P.T really has this hold locked in!!
“The referee raises Envy’s arm back up again and it falls to the ground again.”
Vince Walters: Oh no come on Envy!!
“The referee once again raises Envy’s arm up again but this time Envy keeps it up. With a rush of pure adrenaline he powers his way to the ropes to force the hold to be broken. Merciless lets go and looks amazed that Envy got out of his hold. He picks Envy up and gives him a quick DDT and positions him near the turnbuckle. He signals that he is going up top as the crowd rises to their feet."
Jill Matthews: I think P.T is going to attempt to end this period now!!
Vince Walters: He better get up there and finish it. Don't give a guy like Al Envy time to recover!
"P.T Merciless reaches the top rope and signals to the crowd again. He goes for the FLYING FIST DROP but Envy gets his foot up and nails Merciless in the face. Envy pops up and kicks Merciless into the stomach and delivers a spinning Gibson Driver to him!"
Jill Matthews: You are right Vince. He gave Envy too much time.
"Envy goes for the cover."
1...
2...
NOO!!!
Jill Matthews: Merciless kicked out again!
Vince Walters: This has been a hell of a match!!.
"Envy picks Merciless back up but before he can make another move Merciless spins to the back and delivers a German Suplex with a bridge. The referee drops down for the pin."
1...
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Thr.....
"Envy power outs at the last nanosecond! The crowd is really getting into This match. Merciless goes back to work on Envy. He sets him up against the turnbuckle and sits him on the middle one. He climbs up and positions him for a superplex. Before he can hit it Al blocks it and throws him down. Immediately he connects with the TRIBUTE ELBOW DROP!!"
Vince Walters: OOOHH YYEEAAHHH!!!!
"The crowd responds with the Randy Savage chant. Envy stands up and launches himself off the ropes and tries to nail the Envysault but Merciless got his knees up to deliver more damage to Envy. As Al holds his ribs Merciless drags himself up again. He hooks Al up for the Cobra Suplex and as he throws Al over Envy lands on his feet, bounces off the ropes, and delivers the SYCK KICK to Merciless and absolutely nails it."
Jill Matthews: SYCK KICK!!!!
"Envy follows up with the GBE!!"
Vince Walters: OH MAN GBE!!!!
"Immediately after the GBE Al locks in the DRAGON SLEEPER and drops to his butt and wraps the legs around Merciless. They are dead center in the ring"
Jill Matthews: MAN what a series by Envy, and now he has the dragon locked in with perfect ring positioning!!
"Envy really rares back and P.T Merciless has no choice but to tap out! The referee signals for the bell. Envy keeps it locked in till right before the five count and lets go leaving Merciless unconscious in the middle of the ring!"
DING DING DING!!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner and now qualifies for the Golden Contract Match!! The SHOW STEALER AALL EENNVVYY!!!
Jill Matthews: That was a hell of a match! P.T Merciless gave it his all in that ring but Al Envy was just a tad bit better this night!
Vince Walters: Envy is one of the absolute best whether you like him or not Jill, but I will give P.T his props tonight. Great job by both men!
Winner by Submission: Al Envy
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Post by Roger Wright on Jan 3, 2012 14:15:51 GMT -5
Matthews: Isn’t this enough? He has beaten the living hell out of P.T. and still Al refuses to stop. This is getting old, it’s damn old. Last week it was team NEW, and this week it is P.T. who is a part of team NEW.
Walters: This is all Roger’s fault, if he would pull his head out of his ass and make some intelligent decisions, none of this would happen. You want to blame anyone, blame Roger Wright!!
Lifting the unconscious body of P.T. Merciless off of the matt, Al thrusts the man’s head under his arm and smiles to the crowd. ‘This one’s for you Roger!!!!’ Everyone can hear Envy yell at the top of his lungs.
Matthews: Business is about to pick up, Here comes Roger.
Walters: And just what is Roger going to do? He is one damn concussion away from being out of the business sweetie. His hand-picked man to take out Envy failed and now he thinks he can come out here and stop all of this?
Out onto the stage strides Roger, microphone in hand. Inside the ring Al pauses to stare at Roger, almost goading the man into talking. Even after the music cuts, both men simply stare at each other, Al supporting the weightless body of P.T. under his arm.
Wright: You made your point Mr. Showstealer, your arrival on NEW has been a booming success, with your defeat of P.T Merciless, a member of team NEW after all.
Triumphantly Al smiles in the ring, better supporting P.T.’s body under his arm.
Wright: Now I know you want to give him one more GBE, want to drive home your point, and hell we both know there really isn’t anything that I can do about it.
The fans boo at Roger’s words, Envy laughing at them as he lifts the body of P.T. straight into the air over his head.
Wright: Consider this Al, I pay your check, and you only get paid if you wrestle, and how do you think that would work if you were suspended? No more show checks for a while, might make it hard to afford that nice house you have on the high rent end of town.
Unfazed, Al still holds P.T. In a vertical position, his muscles beginning to strain under the mans weight. And as he watches Roger begins to make his way to the ring, walking down the ramp, and then up the steps, finally stepping through the middle rope and entering the ring.
Wright: But maybe that is what you want, to get suspended, to be the next Stone Cold, the man that fights against the tyranny of ownership. Is that what you want Al? Is that what you want? Then GBE him, do it you coward!
Then with a smile on his face Al brings down P.T. with a brutal GBE, popping back up and getting directly into the face of Roger Wright. Both men’s eyes are locked, neither flinching when Al grabs the microphone from Roger and brings it to his lips.
Envy: What now boss?
A short smile crosses Roger’s face as he takes the microphone away from Al and brings it to his lips.
Wright: Better get ready for you big match next week. What, you thought I would actually suspend you? Let you get all rested up before WWX? Oh come on Al, I have no intention of making a martyr out of you, but now everyone knows you wanted me too.
Dropping the microphone onto the matt, Roger turns and begins to walk away as Al grabs the microphone up off the matt.
Envy: You are the coward. You don’t have the balls to get in this ring with me, to fire me when I directly violate you. COWARD! You need me, need me to sell your damn tickets, need me to bring the fans to the arena, to make your shit ass company worth at least a little bit. That’s why you won’t do anything, you fucking chicken shit, You need me and you know it, and all of these people know it.
Reaching the top of the ramp, Roger took a microphone from one of the workers and turned back around to face the ring.
Wright: You are right Al, I need you. I need you to have no excuses, to not spin your bullshit that I held you back, to not say that I treated you any different than anyone else, and most of all to not be able to claim that you were out of shape at WWX when I am the one that eliminates you from the match!
Just like that Roger turns and walks away, Al screaming into his microphone but it is off, the fans cheering over his words, making the inaudible.
Walter: Did he just?
Matthews: I think Roger just told us that he will be competing in the World War X match! This is huge news!
Walters: No, this is bullshit, he can’t compete in the match, that isn’t right!
Matthews: Hopefully we can get some more insight into this next week, but man what a bombshell if it is true, Roger Wright representing team NEW at World War X!
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