Kamikaze 2011

[Roger Wright]

[The scene reopens to the ring, where the four men in the fatal fourway are all standing on the mat in different corners, watching each other tentatively. The commentators bicker repetitively, before the bell rings, signaling the match to start! All of the competitors run forward and start throwing punches. Kenath Israel hits Lucas McCann with a hard clothesline, as Matt McMattio manages to spear Christian Rivers into the corner!]

Vince Walters: This is just gonna be a clusterfuck, I can feel it. Kenath Israel, Lucas McCann, Matt McMattio, and Christian Rivers in the opening bout of Ignite!

Jill Matthews: Who are you rooting for Vince? I've got my money on Matt. He won against Vanessa before, so I'm sure he could win this one!

Vince Walters: I've got Rivers pegged for this one. He's lost these past couple weeks, but that just means he'll come out kicking for the PPV!

Jill Matthews: Well, we'll see!

[McMattio is sending rights and lefts into Rivers, while on the opposite end of the ring, McCann has scrambled to his feet and is now swinging his leg up to hit Kenath with a wicked roundhouse kick! Israel stumbles back into the ropes, and McCann then rushes at him again, yanking him forward and hitting a backbreaker! Kenath rolls on the ground as suddenly McMattio is suddenly thrown to the side of him, River's having gained control. Christian then runs forward and grabs McCann's head, slamming it into the turnbuckle, before hitting him with a faceplant right after!]

Jill Matthews: A nice move from Christian right there! And McCann's lifted McMattio to his feet nearby, but Matt dodges a swift chop and hits McCann with a standing dropkick!

Vince Walters: Well who the fuck knew McMattio would get such good moves in...

Jill Matthews: And it keeps coming! Rivers tries to hit Matt with a pele kick, but McMattio drops to the ground, hops to his feet, and knees Christian right in the back!

[Rivers falls forward against the ropes, and McMattio lurches forward and grabs him and hits a military press slam! After he hits his Pressure Pointer, Matt is thrown against the corner by Kenath, who has finally gotten to his feet. He looks as though he's about to go for the pin when suddenly McCann runs forward and hits Israel with a bicycle kick to the back of his head! Kenath falls forward, onto Rivers' body, but McMattio lurches forward from behind them and bulldogs Israel, onto River's body! He then turns back and bolts at McCann, who tries to block but is hit with a strong savate kick!]

Vince Walters: How the fuck is McMattio getting the most hits in?! There's something wrong with this picture...

Jill Matthews: He's a strong competitor! But don't count out your boy Rivers! He's crawled out from under what seems to be a dazed Kenath, and is charging at Matt as we speak!

Vince Walters: Hell yes! Rivers is gaining control again!

Jill Matthews: And Christian hits a strong knife edge chop, then grabs McMattio's arm to throw him into the ropes! Don't look now, but Matt's just bounced off while Rivers was running at him and jumped.... McMattio dodges, and Rivers instead hits a now standing McCann with a running crossbody!

Vince Walters: McCann's looking just as bad as Kenath by now. They're both out of it in this match now, and there's only two competitors left to give it their all... and my boy Rivers is gonna get the win!

Jill Matthews: Don't assume Vince! Matt managed to dodge Christian a few times now, and he's just jumped off the turnbuckle to hit him with a missile dropkick!

Vince Walters: But it didn't hit him directly. It nicked him, and Rivers manages to roll to his feet again.

Jill Matthews: Both men are out of breath here, it all comes down to what they have up their sleeve to use against one another.

Vince Walters: Because the other two fuckers are laid out right now. This has turned into a singles match!

[McMattio and Rivers size each other up for a moment, before Matt takes off towards his foe. Jumping up for a machine gun kick, McMattio makes contact with Christian's chest, making him fall back against the ropes. But Rivers bounces off them and runs forward, dodging a swift clothesline from his opponent and ducking, before swinging his leg around to knock McMattio off his feet! Matt lands hard on the mat, and Christian drops down for an elbow drop... but misses! McMattio rolls out of the way just in time, and Rivers lands on his arm!]

Vince Walters: Damn! That's gotta hurt!

Jill Matthews: Christian's in pain here! But Matt's completely out of breath! He's grabbing Rivers and lifting him up, but Christian manages to backhand him, hard enough to make his head whip to the side! McMattio goes to turn back but...

Vince Walters: Rivers hit him with strong right! Hell yeah, you could almost hear the bones cracking! McMattio's being lifted to his feet after falling over now... and my pick was right!

Jill Matthews: Oh fuck off Vince, the match isn't over yet...

Vince Walters: Ah, but look! River's yanks him forward and... he hits his Canadian Destroyer! It's all over folks!

Jill Matthews: And Rivers goes for the pin...

1...

2...

3!!

Tom Davis: Your winner via pinfall... Christian Rivers!!

Jill Matthews: And the opening bout has ended with a strong victor! But it was a good match, nonetheless!

Vince Walters: Between the last two guys at least. Good showing from both, I'll admit. Maybe even a good way to start off Kamikaze. Now onto the other matches in the show!

[Roger Wright]

[The scene opens up to reveal a young woman in a short, hot pink dress. She's sneaking out of a room and brushing herself off inconspicuously. Glancing around, the woman starts walking down the halls, turning the corner as the camera remains trained on her. But suddenly she runs right into none other than the Baddest Bitch!]

Cera: Ow... fu- Jen! Where the hell have you been?!

[The pink-clad woman widened her eyes and put on the most innocent face, as her lower lip curled into a cute pout, ignoring the scowl on her friend's face.]

Jen: I was... hangin' with Judas-kins.

Cera: ...again? You spend too much time with that idiot.

Jen: Hey! That 'idiot' is my boo! So fudge off ya skag!

[Rolling her eyes at Jen, Cera begins walking towards her destination with her manager in toe, and ends up at her dressing room. Pausing at the door, the Baddest Bitch glances back at Jen and frowns, before shaking her head.]

Cera: Yeah well... you've been disappearing a lot. It gets annoying... at least tell me where you're going so I don't get wary about you causing trouble for me...

[Turning back to the door to her locker room, Cera opens it and pauses. The room is empty... completely. Even the lockers and the benches aren't there. Bewildered, she looks back to ask Jen about it, only to find her manager gone. Blinking, Cera then turns back to the room and steps inside... and the door slams behind her. The scene slowly fades back to the ring...]

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following match is a singles match, scheduled for one fall! First to the ring, weighing in at 250lbs and hailing from Canton, Ohio.... he is the King of Pain!



[As his theme plays across the arena, 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 Matthews: Here's KOP looking confident! But will he be able to defeat his opponent tonight?

Vince Walters: Well shut the fuck up, and we'll find out Jill...

Tom Davis: And his opponent... weighing in at 211lbs and billed from Las Vegas, Nevada... he is Matthew 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 Matthews: Matthew seems to be more of a fan favorite in this match!

Vince Walters: But KOP has the attitude to get him further.

Jill Matthews: Not true. Carter's got the talent, even if he is just recently coming back. We'll see how far this gets him tonight!

[The bell rings, signifying the start of the match, and both men lurch forward and lock up. They struggle for but a moment, before Carter suddenly hits a high knee into his foes stomach! He then gets KOP with a hip toss, and charges at him. KOP manages to move out of the way in the nick of time, and Carter bounces off the ropes, turning around to hit KOP but is met with a hard clothesline!]

Vince Walters: Well it's starting on a rather even playing field, but that could change at any moment!

Jill Matthews: You just want to see KOP get the upperhand...

Vince Walters: Not entirely... I want you to do something with YOUR hand though...

Jill Matthews: Ugh... every damned time!

Vince Walters: You bet your polka-dot thong, sweetcheeks.

[Vince winks at Jill, and she rolls her eyes as the competitors on the inside of the ring are fighting back and forth. KOP gets in a hard knife edge chop, but Carter swings back with a swinging back kick. KOP falls back, then dodges a hard right from his foe before charging at Carter, ramming him into the corner. He begins hitting hard corner shots into Matthews, before he suddenly falls back after being kicked in the gut by Carter.]

Jill Matthews: Dear god, this really is going back and forth! Carter's just hit a dropkick into KOP, who falls back into the ropes! He's running forward, and... a nicely done faceplant into the mat! Carter's gained control!

Vince Walters: And he's going to the turnbuckle and climbing to the top! Carter waits for KOP to stand and takes a leap of faith!

Jill Matthews: He's gonna need a lot of that, because KOP just caught Carter by the throat!! He reversed Matthew's axe handle and hit a chokeslam!!

Vince Walters: Hell yes! KOP drops for the pin!

1...

2-

Jill Matthews: Aha! Barely to the 2 count! Carter has rolled to his feet, stumbling away from KOP!

[KOP frowns, before running at him to hit a forearm smash, only for Carter to dodge and twist back to slam his foot into the back of his foe! KOP stumbles forward, and Matthew runs forward to grab his arms. He lifts and hits a double armed DDT! As KOP is on the ground, Carter again goes for the turnbuckle and climbs atop it. He gestures to the crowd, who cheer, before he then hops off the turnbuckle and hits a violent diving elbow drop!!]

Jill Matthews: Ouch! That's gotta hurt!

Vince Walters: And now Carter's going for the pin!

1...

2...

Jill Matthews: KOP gets a shoulder up! And he suddenly grabs Matthew while still on the ground and slams his face into the mat!

Vince Walters: Fuck! Carter's bleeding now!

Jill Matthews: KOP isn't done yet though! He's lifting Carter up for a powerbomb...

Vince Walters: And now it's time for Carter to counter! He twists around KOP and reverses the move with a hurricanrana!

Jill Matthews: Dear god, this match is going both ways!

[Both men manage to get to their feet, eyes on each other. They're breathing heavily and look wiped out, but don't stop as KOP charges forward and hits Carter with a hard right, only to get the favor returned! KOP backs off momentarily, before charging at Carter again... but Matthew grabs his foe and flips him over! He hits twisting argentine neckbreaker!!]

Jill Matthews: Dose of Reality! Matthew Carter has hit his finisher!

Vince Walters: Wait... before he drops for the pin... KOP manages to twist out of the way and sweep his opponent's leg from under him! Carter falls forward, and KOP manages to get hold of him and slams him down again, sideways!

Jill Matthews: Did you hear the sound his head made when it hit the mat?! Holy shit!

Vince Walters: And now KOP takes the pin instead!!

1...

2...

3!!

Jill Matthews: KOP just barely reversed the conclusion to a very close match!

Vince Walters: It was pretty damned close, actually. Impressive show from both men.

Tom Davis: Your winner via pinfall... KOP!!

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: "This is a strap match scheduled for one fall and is for the Youngblood championship!"

"Our Solemn Hour" by Within Temptation starts playing as 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.

Tom Davis: "Introducing first, weighing at 135 pounds, from the 'City of Angels' Los Angeles, California, Reya "The Dawnbringer" Serra!"

Walters: "Oh...Jill, did you know that I was Reya's first? Jealous?"

Jill: "No and no."

Lots of club-esque lights and strobes, which are needed for his fist pumping frenzy at the top of the rampway. Eventually he makes his way down to the ring, occasionally lowering his five hundred dollar shades to flirt or get a better look at a hottie. He fist pumps more when he gets inside the ring and even rips his shirt off, revealing his perfectly chiseled body, much to the delight of the women in attendance.

Walters: "And the fans are in a frenzy for this goon!"

Jill: "He is the Youngblood champion after all..."

The fans begin fist pumping as Jarek stands on the turnbuckle and begins fist pumping using the title belt. This brings a smile to Jill's face as Vince looks over at her.

Walters: "Are you blushing? First Dathan, now this guy? Jeez..."
Tom Davis: "From San Diego, California, weighing in at 249 pounds, he is your Youngblood Champion...Jarek...WHITAKER!"

Whitaker jumps off the turnbuckle and walks to the center of the ring before staring right into the eyes of Reya while holding up the belt. He blows her a kiss before waving at her and holding up the title once again, taunting her. The referee attaches a strap to competitor's arms before signaling for the start of the match.

Reya and Whitaker try feeling one another out by raising hands and trying to catch one another. Finally, Jarek catches Reya and twists the strap around her arm and goes to her back. Defenseless, all Reya can do is stand there as Jarek imposes his will. Jarek uses Reya's own arm to begin fist pumping much to the delight of all the fans!

Reya is able to elbow Jarek in the face twice and run to the ropes, sadly, she does not calculate the strap, and Jarek yanks back on it, sending Reya back to his clutch. Jarek begins stomping on Reya before hitting a big leg drop onto her. Jarek goes for the cover but only gets a one count. Reya rolls to her feet and floors Jarek with a huge haymaker. Reya quickly mounts him and begins pounding away at him.

Jarek rolls her off and gets to his feet before charging at her, Reya ducks under him as he goes over the ropes and lands on the apron. Reya turns him around and begins choking him with the strap itself! The referee breaks it up before a ton of damage can be done, but Jarek is gasping for air. Jarek jumps off the ring apron and slams Reya's throat against the ring ropes! Jarek hops over the ropes to capitalize on this and hits a stomp to the face.

Jarek lifts Reya up and hits a snap suplex followed by a pin attempt which only earns him a two. Reya is able to finally get up and hit a dropkick on Jarek. Jarek charges at her again but Reya gets a drop toe hold. Charging once again, Jarek receives a hip toss, but it appears as if Reya hurt her own arm due to the strap. Reya hits a nice senton onto Jarek.

Walters: "Nice senton there..."

Jill: "Indeed."
Reya lifts Jarek up and hits a heel kick to him, dropping him completely! Jarek gets up to his feet, but nails her with a huge spear! Jarek begins working over the hurt arm of Reya, each time, trying to get her to submit. She is able to get to the ropes, but Jarek kicks her in the arm. Jarek continues working over the arm before lifting Rey up and hitting her with a huge shot to the mouth. He follows this up with a short arm clothesline and then lifting her up again and hitting 120 Proof! He goes for the cover...

1...
2...
3- NO

Jill: "The resolve of Reya..."

Walters: "She wants it, she wants it bad."

Continuing his onslaught Jarek lifts her up for a powerbomb, but Reya is able to snap off a hurricanrana. Reya gets to her feet before Jarek does and hits a clothesline before going for another hurricanrana, this one is blocked as Jarek catches her mid air.

Walters: "I wonder how that smells..."

Jarek powerbombs her down. Jarek shoots Reya off the ropes before Jarek jumps in the air as Reya's head smashes into Jarek's crotch. Jarek has no reaction to this as he pulls out a cup from his crotch before throwing it off into the crowd. Reya looks to be out cold, but the referee can't disqualify him for her running into his crotch on her own accord!

Walters: "That's gross! Who would want that smelly cup? Probably you Jill, right?"

Jill: "Don't make me slit your throat."

Jarek brings Reya to the center of the ring so he can execute his signature "Beating the Beat". He runs off the ropes and then fist pumps before stopping. Screaming, Jarek looks at the fans, "TIME FOR SOMETHING FUCKING NEW!" Jarek runs against the ropes before stopping mid motion. "STOP...IT'S HAMMERTIME!" Jarek drops the elbow as the crowd erupts with laughter and Jarek goes for the cover.

Walters: "That has to be the greatest move in the history of man!"

Jill: "Oh my god! It's over!"

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

Reya powers the shoulder up as Jill and Vince look at one another, completely perplexed. Jarek gets to his feet before fist pumping and then hitting a fist drop on her. He lifts her up before backhand smacking her in the face!

Vince: "Pimp slap!"

Reya retaliates with a hard forearm shot followed by another, and another, and another, and another! She continues teeing off on Jarek until Jarek hits a huge punch that reels her. He does another, but Reya ducks and goes behind him before wrapping the strap around Jarek's legs and hits him in the back of the head with her knee! Jarek is unable to get up from this position as Reya locks Jarek in a one armed 'Final Judgment!'

Walters: "Haha! New Youngblood champion!"

Jill: "NO!"

Walters: "There's going to be a new sexy woman in my life Jill...Sorry."

Jarek tries to get his arms to the ropes, but it is nearly impossible with the strap around his legs! Jarek resists as long as he can before the referee calls for the match as Jarek has passed out to the deadly submission hold.

The referee releases both Reya and Jarek from the strap as Reya looks down at the Youngblood title and begins celebrating with the Japanese crowd! Reya runs around the ring with the Youngblood title and then slides on her knees!

[Roger Wright]

[The scene reopens to darkness, and a ton of vulgarities as someone is heard walking into a wall. Fumbling is heard, before a click as a light switch is flipped on. The room becomes lit, as the cameraman and Cera are locked into the room.]

Cera: Joy... I'm locked in the room, and being watched...

[She glares at the camera, then looks around as she moves swiftly to the other side of the room, her eyes narrowing. Putting her hand to the wall, she trails her fingers along the cold surface and walks around the room, looking for a clue. The camera keeps trained on her as she pauses and sees a single chair in the corner. We watch as she warily makes her way over to it and picks up a small camcorder. Flipping it open, Cera presses a button, and everything seems to freeze as cheery voice ring out...]

Ring around the Rosie...

A Pocket full of Posies...

Ashes, Ashes...

We all fall down...

[Suddenly, a piercing scream echoes from the recording, and Cera drops the camcorder in shock as she takes a step back. The scream fades as someone is yelling no, before silence engulfs the room. The Baddest Bitch closes her eyes for a moment, before she clenches her fists and looks back at the camera, slowly lifting her hand and pointing at it.]

Cera: W...whoever the fuck is doing this. I will find you... I'll fucking find you and there'll be hell to pay. -she suddenly smirks- Literally.

[The door to the dressing room suddenly slams open, echoing in the empty room and making both the cameraman and Cera jump. Regaining her composure, the Baddest Bitch then grabs the now broken camcorder and opens the compartment to take out the tape. She moves it into her pocket, before moving quickly out of the room, the camera staring after her as the scene fades...]

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is an Xtreme Rulez match, and it is for the Xtreme championship!

Jill Mathews: Blood, guts, and more than a few tears, those are the words that describe the Xtreme Division, and tonight should be a show of force between Finelli and Pugh.

Vince Walters: The Insane Icon returns to Japan, where he first made a name for himself in this kind of fight, and I for one cannot wait to see Pugh hand Frank’s ass to him here tonight…

Jill Mathews: Even after all the shit you’ve been through, you’re still on Team cRu?

Vince Walters: No, I’m on Team Insane! And once Pugh hits that stage, I think you’ll find I’m not the only one…

Tom Davis: First, making his way to the ring, the challenger. He hails from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 285lbs, and representing The Court. He is “The Executioner” 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 me simply continued down to the ring, paying them no attention. 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 quickly goes under the apron, already pulling out a large selection of weapons and tosses them into the ring. Finally, picking up a large bag, he takes it before climbing into the ring and setting up a table, before pouring the contents of the bag upon it. A large mixture of rusty metal fragments, probably pulled from a crushed car, lay atop it as the crowd goes wild with anticipation. After laying out the table, Finelli picks up a large two by four, and holds it in his hands like a bat, waiting for Pugh to come out.

Jill Mathews: Frank obviously not looking to mess around this week, possibly gaining some vengeance to the kidnap of his fiancé by the Saints of Sin earlier this week.

Vince Walters: Well as we all know Pugh isn’t one to mess around when it comes to these things. He wants to keep that belt firmly in the cRu’s grasp, and that just proves he’ll do anything to keep it that way.

Tom Davis: And finally, making his way to the ring. He hails from Athens, Georgia, weighing in at 350lbs. Represents The cRu, he is the current reigning and defending Xtreme Champion, “The Insane Icon” Ryan Pugh!



As Ridin’ High by the Jawga Boyz plays over the PA system, the crowd literally explodes into a series of cheers as if this was Ryan’s home town. Finally Pugh makes his way out from the back, the crowd only gets louder as he stand on the stage with his Xtreme Title around his waist. Looking down at Frank, champing at the bit to get Pugh in the ring, suddenly a sick smile crosses the face of Ryan, before suddenly he bolts to the ring.

Vince Walters: What did I tell you? Ryan is stepping in the champion in his home away from home Yokohama, Japan, and he’s got the crowd on his side. How the hell does Frank intend to beat him here tonight?

Jill Mathews: By going as extreme as Pugh does, and causing possibly one of the biggest upsets in NEW?

Vince Walters: Christ Jill, if it wasn’t for your tits, I honestly don’t know why they let you out here to commentate…

DING!

Immediately as Pugh came running into the ring, he glides under the bottom rope as Frank lifts the two by four above his head, before crashing it down onto Ryan’s back. After the attack, Pugh simply stands up, shaking his head at Frank, who attacks again, this time hitting the standing Pugh across the stomach. Once again Ryan remains unaffected, as suddenly Finelli gets a flash of red in his eyes before raising the two by four again and smashing it against Ryan’s head, splitters flying everywhere Pugh finally drops down onto his knees. Frank takes his chance, grabbing Pugh by the beard and pulling him over to his feet, setting up for the Full Nelson Facebuster over the metal covered table. However, right at the last moment, Ryan delivers a mule kick right between the legs of Finelli, before grabbing his head and pulling him in for a stunner. As Frank holds his face in pain, taking a few steps backwards, Pugh gets back to his feet, turning to face Finelli before Pugh comes in running, delivering a Pump Kick into the head of Frank, and driving him over the top rope, and to the outside of the ring.

Jill Mathews: And after a quick promising start from Frank, it looks like Pugh has taken control in the opening stages of this match-up.

Vince Walters: And he’s gonna be keeping that control for the rest of it as well. As far as Frank has come in New Edge, he just can’t stand up to Ryan. Pure and simple.

As Ryan climbs out the ring, Frank is slowly getting to his feet once again, before suddenly he comes charging as Pugh’s feet finally hit the ringside area, coming in with a spear, crushing Ryan between himself and the side of the ring, making the whole ring move by about half a foot towards the announce tables.

Jill Mathews: FUCK ME!

Vince Walters: You’ve no idea how long I’ve dreamed to hear you say those words…

As Ryan drops to his knees once again, Frank doesn’t let up as he grabs his head once again, pulling him to his feet, before turning Ryan and pushing him into the ring apron, before he unleashes a series of chops right into the chest of Pugh. As he continues to strike against Pugh’s Chest, suddenly Ryan reverses it, sending Frank onto the apron before unleashing a chop of his own. Frank looks to Ryan, and says something that the camera can’t quite pick up, before Ryan strikes him again. Once again Finelli looks at Pugh, and repeats what he said, before Ryan unleashes another chop, his face showing his irritation at Frank.

Jill Mathews: What is he saying to him?

Vince Walters: Please don’t tell me I heard what I thought I did…

Jill Mathews: What did you hear?

Vince Walters:…Frank saying “Harder”…

As Frank continues to ask for more, Pugh continues to give. Suddenly as Ryan is about to deliver another chop to Frank’s red chest, Finelli drops to his knees, causing Pugh to drive his hand into the ring apron. As Ryan takes a step back, holding his hand in pain, Frank capitalizes, coming in running and grabbing Pugh around the waist, before striking out with a Belly to Belly Suplex. As Ryan lands hard at ringside, Frank pulls Pugh back up, before rolling him into the ring and going for a pin attempt.

ONE…

TW-

Jill Mathews: And a kickout from Ryan, although Frank clearly taking charge of the match once again…

Vince Walters: A minor setback to the ultimate plan. Ryan’s just getting his confidence up before he destroys him…

As Frank quickly gets to his feet again, he picks up Pugh, before taking him over to the table covered in metal once again. Suddenly Ryan delivers a elbow to Finelli’s gut, before grabbing his head and driving it into the metal, rubbing his face back and forth into the rusted metal, before bringing him upright, and unleashing Frank into the table with a Shadow Driver! Slowly Ryan looks down at him, shaking his head, almost disappointed as Frank slowly begins rolling around on the broken table, blood flowing from his face from where it had been rubbed into the metal. Suddenly Ryan goes running to the ropes, before bouncing off them and rolling into a Big Pugh Splash, but right at the last moment, Frank gets his knees up, making Ryan land on them hard.

Jill Mathews: And that’s an excellent show of determination from Frank. It may have not been much, but Finelli just may have done enough to save himself-

Vince Walters: For now! How many times do you think someone’s got the knees up to counter the Splash?

Jill Mathews: After being driven through a metal covered table?

Vince Walters:…not AS many, but still…

As both men lay wounded, it’s Pugh back to his feet first, as Frank struggles to his hands and knees. Ryan grabs Frank and lifts him to his feet, before unleashing a series of European Uppercuts, causing Finelli to stumble back a few steps. He’s met with another uppercut from Ryan, followed by another, before Frank reaches the ropes. Pugh quickly Irish whips him off them, before Pugh goes running in a right angle, before the pair meet in the middle, and Ryan unleashes a flying Shoulder Block on Finelli, flooring the pair of them.

Jill Mathews: Pounce from Ryan!

Vince Walters: He’s going for a pin!

ONE…

TWO…

Jill Mathews: KICKOUT!

Vince Walters: And Pugh does not look happy about it…

Immediately Ryan is back to his feet once again, a pissed off look on his face as he goes to pick up Frank once again. But just as he does, Finelli reaches to the weapons he threw into the ring at the beginning of the match. Finally grabbing something, a glass bottle, Frank it pulled to his feet, before striking Pugh across the head with the bottle, the glass smashing upon impact. As Ryan takes a few steps back, Frank takes his chance, grabbing Pugh and putting him into the Reverse DDT position, before flooring Ryan. Looking at the surroundings, Finelli looks to the turnbuckle, before walking over to it and beginning to climb. However, as he reaches the top and jumps, attempting the leg drop, Pugh’s already to his feet, and catches him in a cradle.

Jill Mathews: Frank once again caught out as he attempts the leg drop, exactly how it played out in the tag match two weeks ago!

Vince Walters: Well you’d think he’d learn from the first time he made this mistake!

As Ryan holds Frank in his arms, he looks to the crowd, calling for a Sell Out. However, as he begins the move, Frank suddenly comes to life, grabbing Pugh’s arm and pulling him in for a mid-air arm drag!

Jill Mathews: Looks like Frank did learn from his first experience Vince…

Vince Walters: Luck, that’s all it is, LUCK I SAY!

Keeping hold of Ryan’s arm, Frank proceeded to unleash a series of boots to the elbow of Pugh. Finally, after a few strikes, he pulled Ryan to his feet, before sending Pugh to the ropes with an Irish whip. And as he returns, Frank brings him in for a double arm spine buster, flooring Ryan once again, before going for another pin.

ONE…

TWO-

Jill Mathews: And Pugh gets the kick out!

Vince Walters: Just as I knew he would…

Jill Mathews: But by the looks of those kicks to Ryan’s arm, Frank doesn’t want to give him the chance of performing the Sell Out on him again!

Vince Walters: Do you really think the Sell Out is the only weapon in his arsenal? Just because Frank’s attempted to take one weapon away, doesn’t mean that Pugh doesn’t already have seven lined up already!

As Pugh kicks out, Frank is already on him, looking around the ring. Finally a sick smile crosses his face as he grabs Ryan and picks him up into the Crucifix Powerbomb position, before taking him over to the announcer’s side of the ring. Finally in place, Frank takes a few steps back, before unleashing the powerbomb, sending Ryan over the top rope, and through the announcers table!

Jill Mathews: PUGH BOMB ON RYAN PUGH!!!!!

Vince Walters: WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!

Jill Mathews: Well I heard Frank had a game plan going into this match, might it be that using Ryan’s own move against him could be it?!

Vince Walters: THIEF!!! COME UP WITH YOUR OWN FINISHERS!!!

As Vince calls out to Frank, Finelli gives him a dirty look that quick shuts him up, before turning his attention to Ryan in front of him. Slowly picking up Pugh out of the broken wood, Frank slowly drags him to the ring, rolling him in before climbing in himself, The Pugh Bomb imitation clearly taking it out of him, before he goes for another pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THR-

Jill Mathews: RYAN GETS THE ARM UP!!!

Vince Walters: What did I tell you? That’s what you get for trying to use a move upon its Master!

Frank looks down at Ryan is disbelief, before finally resorting to a good old ground and pound. Climbing on top of Pugh, Finelli unleashes a series of fists into the fact of Ryan, the sound of his nose breaking echoing thought the arena. As he continues to strike Ryan, Pugh slowly begins fighting back, throwing punches back in the face of Frank, before Ryan throws a hard haymaker, stunning Frank slightly, before Ryan quickly grabs Finelli’s head and performing a god almighty headbutt, knocking Frank off him, as he grips his face and rolls out the ring. Slowly the two men get to their feet, Ryan still in the ring, Finelli on the outside. Slowly they look to one another, seeing both noses are broken, before they grab their own faces, and snapping them both back into place at the same time.

Jill Mathews: That was disgusting…

Vince Walters: Always enjoyed a bit of stereo myself…

The combatants look to one another, seeing who would be the first to strike, before suddenly Frank makes his way to the ring steps. Pugh, on the other hand, quickly rolls out the ring in order to meet him, but as Pugh comes running, Finelli picks up the ring steps, and launches them at Ryan. Pugh quickly catches the ring steps, before Frank comes in running, striking out with a Superkick, and forcing the stairs into the face of Ryan, causing him to fall backwards onto the ringside area. Frank once again picks up the stairs, and stands over Pugh, raising them high above his head. However, Pugh quickly kicks out his leg, knocking Finelli’s knee, and causing him to tumble to the ground, the stairs landing hard on top of him. Quickly Pugh is to his feet once again, before he takes a few steps back, and he comes rolling in, going for a Big Pugh Splash on the steel ring steps, crushing Frank underneath them.

Jill Mathews: God DAMN! I think that may have killed the pair of them!

Vince Walters: Ryan ain’t got time to die!

Jill Mathews: Paraphrasing Jesse Ventura? REALLY?!

Vince Walters: HEY! Don’t disrespect a legend!

As both men lay at ringside, both men clearly hurt by that last attack, before slowly the both comes back to life. Ryan climbing onto his hands and knees, while Frank focuses on getting the ring steps off his chest. Once free of them, Finelli attempts to get back to his feet, but Pugh is already upright, grabbing his head, before lifting him to his feet. Suddenly Frank comes to life, unleashing a heavy punch into the face of Ryan, still clearly exhausted by the fight he’d just endured. Ryan, still breathing heavily, returns with his own fist to the face of Frank, blood and spit flying from it as he makes impact. Once again Finelli returns a shot, hitting Ryan square in the jaw, before Pugh returns with another of his own. The pair continue to punch seven shades of shit out of each other, the blood flowing freely from their faces as they continue to go back and forth, before suddenly Frank throws a punch at Pugh, and Ryan ducks it, knocking Finelli off balance. Pugh quickly capitalizes by driving by Frank into the crowd barrier with a shoulder tackle, making Finelli hit it back first. However, Frank doesn’t let up, as he continues to pound his fists into the exposed back of Ryan, the thuds echoing in the arena. Quickly getting upright again, the Frank continues to throw punches, before Pugh unleashes a haymaker, causing Finelli to turn, his hands on the crowd barrier. Quickly, Ryan takes his chance, grabbing Frank’s head in the Full Nelson Position, before driving his head down into the crowd barrier.

Jill Mathews: FINELLI FACEBUSTER ON FRANK!!!

Vince Walters: DON’T LIKE WHEN IT HAPPENS TO YOU, DO YA, YOU DICK?!!!

As both men collapse to the floor, Ryan forces himself to his feet, knowing that he’s got to end this. Attempting to pick up Finelli, Pugh struggles to lift the weight, clearly exhausted by the match. Finally reaching the ring, after practically dragging Frank all the way there, Pugh does his best, raising Finelli into the ring, before slowly climbing in himself, and going for a pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THR-

Jill Mathews: FRANK GETS THE ARM UP!!!

Vince Walters: BULLSHIT! THAT WAS THREE!!!

Suddenly Pugh looks up to the ref, and begins arguing with him as Frank slowly rolls onto his front, grabbing the ropes to slowly pull himself to his feet. Slowly Pugh gets to his feet, his anger growing as he towers over the ref. Finally turning back to Frank, he sees him getting to his feet, before he begins running towards him, however, as he reached Finelli, Frank pulls down on the top rope, sending Ryan to ringside once again. As Pugh crashes to the floor, Frank once again pull himself to his feet with the ropes, before looking out of the ring, seeing Ryan get up once again. Finelli holds onto the top rope, before he slingshots himself out the ring, taking Ryan down with a slingshot Clothesline, taking both men to the floor once again. As Frank lays on the ground, clearly hurt by his attack, Pugh slowly picks himself up once again, going under the ring and pulling out a glass table, before carefully placing it into the ring. As Pugh does this, Frank picks himself up, before blinding Ryan with an eye poke, and rolling him back into the ring. Looking to the glass table, Finelli quickly lays Ryan atop of it, before punching him in the head for good measure, before looking to the turnbuckle. Slowly making his way to the top of it, Ryan quickly rolls off the glass table, and knocks Finelli’s foot, crotching him on the turnbuckle, before lowering him into the Tree of woe.

Jill Mathews: I don’t like the look of this…

Vince Walters: THAT’S IT! MAKE THAT BITCH PAY PUGH!

Grabbing Frank in this position, he quickly turns around, with Finelli upside down in his arms, and with his back to the turnbuckle. Slowly, Pugh begins to climb up to the top rope, keeping Frank in this position. Finally standing on the top, Pugh jumps, Finelli still in his arms, and hit the Holly Death!

Jill Mathews: PUGH JUST DROVE FINELLI HEAD FIRST INTO THE GLASS TABLE!!!

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

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

DING!

Jill Mathews: PUGH RETAINS!!!

Vince Walters: As if there was any doubt…

Tom Davis: And your winner, and STILL Xtreme Champion, “The Insane Icon” Ryan Pugh!!!

Jill Mathews: That wasn’t an Xtreme Title match, that was a god damn war!

Vince Walters: And Ryan came out the victor. I’ve only got one thing to say…SUCK IT COURT!!!

Jill Walters: Well while my partner on commentary has an orgasm over Pugh once again, we’ve got to clear up with mess for Envy Vs. Vanessa, and we’ll be back at ringside right after this…

As Pugh is handed his Xtreme Title, he poses for the Japanese audience, while medical staff look to help Finelli, before we cut to a promo hyping up Convicted.

[Roger Wright]

As we go backstage after the Xtreme title match, the camera pans to show the Queen of Xtreme herself, Vanessa, in preparations for her match against Al Envy, up next. Her manager, Dawn is in the corner, looking concerned about V’s mental state after her display earlier in the week, but her attention is drawn as suddenly there’s a knock at the door. Both women look to the door as Dawn walks over to open it, before an irritated look crosses her face at who’s there.

Dawn: What is it that you want?

Slowly the camera pans round to show Specter standing in the doorway.

Adrien: I’m here to see V…

Dawn: She is preparing for her match, it can wait.

Vanessa: Dawn…let him in.

Dawn quickly looks to Vanessa, her irritation clear at Adrien’s presence, before slowly she steps back, allowing him to enter the room. As Adrien walks in, he slowly turns to Dawn.

Adrien: You mind giving us a minute.

Dawn: Don not push your luck-

Vanessa: DAWN!

Dawn:…Fine!

Quickly Dawn leaves the room, slamming the door as she goes, before Adrien turns his attention back to Vanessa.

Adrien: Still see she likes me…

Vanessa: Don’t worry about her. What... can I do for you?

Adrien: I wanted to ask you something…

Vanessa: Maybe Dawn was right, can’t it wait?

Adrien: No, because I’m gonna have to go to the graveyard in a moment to face Cera.

Silence fills the room as Specter mentions his match with Vanessa’s sister, before finally Vanessa breaks it.

Vanessa: So what did you want to ask me?

Adrien: Well, I've kinda been doing a lot of thinking recently…and I wanted to know if you’d make me the happiest man alive.

Vanessa: And how do you suppose I do that?

Adrien:…Marry me.

Slowly Adrien approaches Vanessa, getting down onto one knee, as Vanessa looks as if he’s gone mad. Adrien quickly goes into his jacket pocket, before pulling out a small box, before opening it and showing a diamond studded ring to V.

Adrien: I went out onto Tokyo today and picked the one I thought you’d like the most. It’s not the biggest, granted, but I didn’t think you’d like that. I thought you’d like something more…personal.

Vanessa: Adrien…I-

Adrien: Please, just let me finish…I’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently. About where my life has been, where it’s going, and what kind of a man I’ve become. And I realized that all the good things about me have come from being with you. You’ve shown me kindness and love where others have shown me nothing but spite and hate. You took me back regardless of the wrongs I’ve done you and everyone else…And for that I love you…and I kind of hoped that you’d allow me to show you that love every day. I can’t promise you the world…but I can promise you my world, and the truth that if you say yes to me right now then you’ll be the center of it for the rest of your life. All you have to-

Vanessa: Adrien…I don’t know.

Adrien: Please, I know you have some reservations…

Vanessa: Reservations! You hurt me Adrien, more than once!

Adrien: I know, and I’m sorry for that-

Vanessa: Are you really? Don’t get me wrong, I love you too, but how can I know you’re not going to hurt me again? I don’t want to marry you, only for you to do that to me again, for you to do that to my or even OUR friends, Reya, or Frank, or Judas again…

Suddenly there is a knock at the door.

Adrien: DAWN, GO AWAY!

Stagehand: It’s not Dawn sir. We’ve got your car ready, and you have to leave now, otherwise you won’t make it in time…

Adrien goes quite for a moment, before looking up at Vanessa, before closing the box and putting it into her hands.

Adrien: I love you…And as long as you understand that will never change…then I can wait. Could you please at least consider it?

Vanessa: …I’ll... yeah, I'll think about it Adrien…

Adrien: Thank you.

Adrien stands up, looking down at V, before kissing her on the cheek slowly.

Adrien: I love you…good luck with Al tonight…

And with that, Adrien walks to the door, looking back once more, before he leaves, following the stage hand, and leaving Vanessa with the box still in her hands.

[Roger Wright]

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

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

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

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

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

V then shoots a wicked grin as she drops her arms and moves to the ropes, leaning back on them and grinning playfully.

Tom Davis: the following contest is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, VANESSA!!!!!!

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As the song starts playing the green cRu ShowStealer sign comes up on the edgetron. green light kisses the darkness of the arena and at the 40 second mark of the song Al Envy slowly saunders onto the stage and drops to one knee and places his arms out. Al gets up and slowly walks to the ring and springboards inside it. He then climbs to the top turnbuckle and soaks in the hatred from the crowd and tells them how great he is jumps down from the top rope and sits down indian style in the center of the ring and waits for his opponent.

Tom Davis: And her opponent, AL ENVY!!!!!

Matthews: Oh and this one is under way as Vanessa is flying across the ring going after Envy!

Walters: Yeah and she landed that elbow to the side of Envy’s head.

Swinging her leg, Vanessa goes for the blow to the head, but Envy ducks it, grabbing a handful of her hair and slamming her back first into the matt. Still holding a handful of the hair, Envy drags Vanessa back to her feet, but Vanessa delivers a knee to the stomach of Envy. With a series of kicks to the thighs and shins of Envy, Vanessa drives Envy to his knees.

Walters: What a reversal of rolls here for Envy.

Matthews: Leave it to you to make it sexual Vince. Why can’t you call it for what it is, and that is a great start and Vanessa with the upper hand.

Walters: I can think of a bunch of way to get a man down on his knees or get the advantage if you are woman that doesn’t involving kicking a man.

Matthews: I bet you could Vince.

Swinging her leg around, Vanessa misses with a kick, as Envy ducks, grabbing the left leg, Envy whips Vanessa down to the matt. Before she can get up, Envy slams his elbow into the middle of her chest. Mounting her as she is on her back, Envy lands a series of right and left punches to the face of Vanessa. Finally the ref stepping in and forcing Envy off of her, making a clenched fist at him and warning him.

Matthews: Envy showing that he doesn’t care if you are a woman, or a man. He will go all out on you if you get in that ring with him.

Walters: Yeah he is like me, not a afraid to hit a bitch!

Matthews: I see a domestic battery charge in your future.

Walters: Sounds like you and me having a good night baby.

Bringing Vanessa to her feet, Envy slings her into the corner, and follows, but Vanessa runs up the ropes and spins around, striking Envy in the face with spinning kick. Envy slamming back first to the matt. Landing on her feet, Vanessa jumps back to the top rope and leaps off, slamming a set of double knees into the chest of Envy and going for the cover.
1
2
No! Envy kicks out, projecting Vanessa into the air.

Matthews: What a powerful kick out by Envy.

Walters: making a statement for sure with that kick out.

Grabbing Envy by the head Vanessa brings him to his feet, but Envy grabs Vanessa and snap DDT’s her into the matt. With little wasted motion he has Vanessa on her feet and delivers a brutal belly to belly suplex, releasing her over the top and sending her slamming back first to the matt.

Walters: he was just chest to chest with Vanessa, what a lucky man.

Matthews: Yeah, and it resulted in a brutal Belly to Belly suplex by Envy.

On his feet, Envy stalks Vanessa as she climbs back to her feet. Snatching her he delivers a release German suplex and pounces, dropping a knee onto the chest of Vanessa. Quickly he snatches her up back to her feet, and lifts her into the air, bringing her down with a brutal GBE and going for the cover.
1
2
3!!!!!

Matthews: Envy has won this one with the GBE on Vanessa.

Walters: He said he would do it, and he most certainly did.

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, AL ENVY!!!!!!

*The scene briefly cuts to a large skyscraper emblazoned with a large Nintendo logo, a brief bit of text appears at the bottom of the screen that identifies the location as ‘Nintendo Headquarters: Kyoto, Japan’. Silence reigns aside from the hustle and bustle of a few cars in front of the closed for the night building until…*

*BOOM!*

*The lobby explodes in a burst of flame, a shadowy dog-like figure about the size of a horse crashes out into the street with three extremely more human figures on its back. With a loud howl the creature barrels down the streets of Kyoto, leaping over people and cars and it appears to be making a beeline for the city limits. The camera barely manages to keep up as it catches a conversation by the figure on its back*

Voice of Professor Fantastic: Well, that’s certainly ONE way of making an escape, those soul-sucking Nintendo demons will never detain us for long!

Voice of Yes Man: Good thing this Arcaninny…niney…whatever, liked cupcakes, huh?

Voice of General Gentleman: Let’s not relax so soon, I’m not going to feel safe until we’re airborne over America’s part of the Pacific.

Professor: Pish posh, dear General, after our newfound friend here toasted most of their base of operations, I do believe they won’t be able to come after us for some time.

Yes Man: Weird these things keep happening to us when Pay-Per-Views happen, huh?

Professor: Enough of this blathering! Onward, back to America!

*The gigantic dog puts on more speed and the camera falls behind slowly turning to where a shadowy figure regards the retreating forms…Shigeru Miyamoto frowns and turns to another figure behind him, silhouetted in the moon light so that the only discernible thing is a hat atop his head.*

Miyamoto: …Kill them.

*The figure nods, slowly walking forward, the light catching its hat to show only a green ‘L’ encircled by white…*

*Cut back to Jill and Vince*

Vince: What the fuck…?

Jill: Don’t question it.

Vince: But that was absolutely-

Jill: Don’t. Question. It.

[Roger Wright]

Meanwhile, in the backstage area, we find ourselves witnessing Shane Sparx preparing for his Transatlantic Title defense, as he fixates knee pads around his knees and throws his beloved Championship strap over his left shoulder.

"Well... I reckon it's time to kick some anime ass?", Shane said.. before pushing open the door of his locker room.

Just then, Shane hears a rather distracting noise coming from just around the corner. Out of curiosity, he turns.. and peeks his head over to see a television set and several tables had been knocked over, blocking the halls of the arena.

"What... the..."

As Shane turns back around, he's CLOBBERED with a Singapore cane across the gut by an awaiting Tao Ishida Kun. As Shane ducks over in pain, his championship belt falling to the ground, Ishida follows up with a roundhouse kick to the face of Shane, knocking the Champion DOWN.

Ishida motions a nearby referee to come make a pin count, as we hear the ring bell sounding from the ring area. Ishida covers Shane... One! Two! Th.. NO!

Shane literally throws his challenger off, after being assaulted in the backstage area unexpectedly. As Shane resurfaces to his feet, Tao would attempt a front, standing dropkick.. only for Shane to move out of the way cleverly.. causing Tao to kick a full trashcan over instead. Shane grabs the trashcan, and now slams it against the back of his crawling challenger.

"You want to plan sneak attacks, ya little bastard?!"

Shane would now kick away at the midsection of Tao, whilst taunting him at the same time.

"Y'know something?! You ain't got shit on Ash! Or even Brock, you little freak!"

Shane would plant another stiff kick along the mid-section of Tao.. only for Tao to grab the leg of Shane and using much upper arm strength to slam Shane back-first into the women's restroom door by it. Shane tramples backward.. and all we hear is the sound of screaming women, all of whom huddle up and throw used toilet tissue and spray Lysol air freshener on the fallen champion. Tao? He just stands back.. and laughs it all off.

Tao enters the restroom as well, as the remaining ladies in the restroom now flee, and Tao lifts a now blinded Shane up from the floor.

"Ever received a swirlie from a mixed martial artist?!"

Tao would slam the pretty face of Shane Sparx into each stall door before finally picking one - the very last one. He grabs Shane by the back of the head and proceeds to slam the face of Shane down into the toilet.. flushing it while our Transatlantic Champion's face is buried deep down into the murky waters.

Shane searches the surrounding area with nothing but his hands... grabbing a plunger from the side of the toilet that he clobbers Tao with. Tao, disgusted, is distracted, allowing Shane a moment to regroup.. as he turns and now charges for Tao with a gore-like tackle.. only to trample forward and bash his own face into the mirror.. Tao now dumping the women's trashcan over onto the struggling Champion.

"You're TRASH! Have some!"

Tao grabs the arms of Shane, dragging him out through the door of the women's restroom where we see Blair Buchannan standing, just about to enter. As the door swings back shut, Tao pulls Shane up.. only to be spit in the face, compliments of Shane, who had collected enough murky water from the swirlie to blind the Japanese hero.

Shane capitalizes with a stiff kick to the mid-section, as he now grabs his challenger and drops him across his own knee with a backbreaker.. followed by an elbow drop.

"Count it!", Shane would say aloud to the referee, as Shane would now attempt a pin.

One! Two! Thr.. NO WAY!

Tao gets his shoulder up, and Shane now pulls him back up, now outraged. He grabs Tao by his head of hair and slams him face-first into a utility, garage door.. multiple times before finally bodyslamming him onto a glass table, yet gently as to not break the table.. quite yet!

Shane takes another door.. leaving Tao behind.. but only for a moment as Shane is suddenly seen a few levels up, hovered over the surrounding area as Tao appears lifeless along the glass table. Shane attempts his When Sparx Fly frog splash from the top.. but only gets a face and torso full of glass shards just as Tao moves out of the way.

Tao now rolls the reigning champion over, going for an easy win here.

One! Two! Thre.. SO CLOSE!

Tao, upon regaining full composure, looks behind them.. and starts smiling, maniacally at a roll of barbed wire. Tao kicks the roll over closer toward Shane.. just as he's standing back to his feet. And just as he does... NECKBREAKER! ..Shane's back bouncing right off of the pricky barbed wire, cutting his back open pretty badly as the Champ holds both arms over his back in pain, jumping right up.. opening him up as an easy target as Tao clobbers Shane with a STOP sign.

Shane tumbles to his back... as Tao now signals for Shane's demise... grabbing a large ladder, pushing it and fixing it into place. Tao begins his climb... as Shane, unfortunately for Tao returns to his knees a little too early just as Tao has reached the third rung of the ladder. This is when.. from out of nowhere.. Wang, Tao's monkey, runs into the scene and hops upon Shane's back.. distracting him.

Tao simply elbow the monkey off of him, as he drops to the ground. As an impulse move, Tao forgets all about his high flying antics and jumps down from the ladder.. approaching Shane. This is when Shane reaches into his tights.. and grabs a rather large, black vibrator.. as we hear the crowd in Japan now cheering over the Champion's provocutive sense of humor.

Upon seeing this, Tao simply runs along.. leaving Wang all to himself. Shane pins the monkey down with the vibrator in his mouth, choking him out.. and as his shoulders lie along the ground, the referee has no other choice but to count the.. ONE! TWO! THREE!!!

...Your winner and... STILL the NEW Transatlantic Champion... SHANE! SPARX!!!!!!!!!

Vince Walters ; "...What the fuck?!"

[Roger Wright]

[The scene cuts back to the backstage, focusing on Reya and Paxar chatting in the hallway as they walk. Suddenly from the corner runs Cera, breathless and flushed as she screeches to a halt in front of the other women.]

Paxar: Hey! Watch where you're going!

[Reya looks at Paxar, frowning and shaking her head in dismay.]

Reya: Paxar, be nice. It is just Cera, after all.

[Reya turns her head from Paxar, staring into Cera's eyes curiously for a moment before she blinks and smiles at her.]

Reya: Hello Cera. I see you are in quite the hurry to get wherever it is you are going...

[Cera glances around for a minute, then shakes her head wildly before looking at Reya with wild eyes, and a angered, yet almost fearful voice.]

Cera: He's not answering... Jen... she disappeared. They have her too... they took her too... I don't have anyone anymore, no one to... to fucking help me!

[Reya looks back at her worriedly, speaking with a somber tone of voice.]

Reya: Cera, calm down. You said Jen has gone missing?

Paxar: She probably saw something shiny and ran after it...

[Reya glares at Paxar, slightly irritated, before she looks at Cera again.]

Reya: In any case, she could not have gone far. Perhaps if you would like we could assist you...

Cera: You don't get it... the same fucking thing happened to Tyler. And to Jen's brother. And now it's her. And I don't even know about Slater! I... I called him and got no fucking answer so maybe they got to him too!

[Paxar glares at the two of them curiously.]

Paxar: Who is Tyler?

[Ignoring her question, Reya continues attempting to calm Cera down.]

Reya: I understand that you are worried about them, but freaking out over their whereabouts and who may or may not have taken them is not going to help us find them. You have to remain calm, Cera.

Cera: Calm isn't exactly my second nature. My locker room... something happened... I mean... I'm more pissed than anything. If one of them would at least answer my fucking calls... I... -she takes a deep breath and looks at Reya- ...I need your help, Reya...

[Paxar peers around curiously, squinting her eyes slightly.]

Paxar: Has Hell frozen over? I could've sworn that Cera just asked for someone's help.

Reya: Paxar...

[Reya shakes her head in frustration, then gazes back at Cera.]

Reya: Cera, you have been there for me more times than I can count since I have come to New Edge. I told you if there was anything that you needed from me I would be more than willing to provide it. I will most certainly help you.

[Cera rubs her neck and glances around again, before leaning close, glancing at Paxar, before turning to Reya and whispering in her ear.]

Cera: Did you get it too? The label... it said your name. It said my name... and it said my sister's name. If you got it too... then you may be in deep shit as well... which means watch your back, and we'll talk soon.

[Reya looks at Cera curiously as she pulls back and starts to walk away.]

Reya: Do not worry about me Cera. The Lord will protect me. We will talk again later. Just be careful...

Cera: Same to you, Reya... and I have other powers protecting me. So here's to hoping we remain safe, until a later date where we can chat. Alone.

[She glances at Paxar, then in an unusual display of affection, taps her fist to Reya's shoulder slightly, and begins walking away as Reya and Paxar look after her before the camera shifts back to the action in the ring...]

[Roger Wright]

Worn, weathered headstones and dirt-matted grass are what we visualize next as the cameras survey an ominous cemetery in the heart of Yokohama, Japan. Due to this time of night, the cemetery is given an eerie atmosphere due to the overwhelming darkness and shadows; scenery fitting for a diabolical match such as what we are about to witness.

Jill Matthews: Vince, I don’t know about you, but I believe we are going to see an absolute war in that cemetery tonight.

Vince Walters: No kidding! Cera and Adrien Specter are going to decimate each other beyond repair, and it will all take place amongst these gravestones, with the earth underneath them containing deceased remnants of the Japanese! If I was to be scheduled to wrestle or fight in that place, I’d call in sick!

Jill Matthews: Ladies and gentleman I must stress that what you are about to see will likely be ... well, not for the faint of heart. There will be no shortage of carnage and blood, and I must express my condolences to the families of these dead civilians that Cera and Specter will fight atop of!

Vince Walters: So New Edge Wrestling actually located a genuine cemetery, paid sufficient fares to be able to hold a match there, and possibly even compensated those families with money to stop them getting a lawsuit? Why couldn’t we just make our own graveyard?!

Jill Matthews: Because ... I don’t honestly know, but we need to get down to business.

Vince Walters: No thanks, there’s a match about to start! But we can do it after if you’re willing...

Jill Matthews: ... I meant the match, you moron. Seriously, think for once.

After a few moments of rustling, Cera appears from behind some cluttered forestation, strolling along nonchalantly as she glances at the headstones and weaponry that are in the current vicinity. Spots of blood decorate her typical attire as she hums “Ring Around The Rosie”, but she is all alone, Jen nowhere in sight.

Vince Walters: I wonder where Jen is, and where is Cera covered in splashes of blood?

Jill Matthews: Maybe Cera wanted to defeat Specter on her own and not have Jen get involved, and as for the blood ... well, it could be a scare tactic, or maybe something that she feels comfortable in.

Vince Walters: Or maybe it’s a sign of things to come. We both know how demonic she can be.

Then from the other side of the graveyard ventures Specter, his clothes matching the main colour of this environment; black. Cera smirks towards Specter as they advance towards each other, Adrien looking around too before he focuses on Cera primarily. A referee appears on hand to call the action up close, and he instructs a nearby staff member to ring a spare bell, the bell being struck twice that signals the engagement of this contest. Cera gets into a fighting stance as Specter steps forward, merely to punch her across the face!

Vince Walters: Damn! That’s going to bring back memories for Cera!

Jill Matthews: There is no hatred lost between these two, that’s for sure. They loved and cared for each other once, but those days are long gone. Now all they hold for each other is disdain and utter revilement!

Cera retaliates with a hard kick to Specter’s side, causing him to stumble towards a headstone. The Baddest Bitch says something about Specter being weak before she knees him in the stomach, telling him that he’ll soon “burn like a paper doll, and disintegrate into ashes”. Adrien doesn’t take this tone lightly as Cera rears back for a Yakuza Kick, blocking her strike and then flooring her with a stiff forearm shot. Specter sighs and leers over Cera, telling her that “at least I didn’t forget about Tyler like a selfish cunt” before stomping on her, Cera smirking slightly after she was kicked by her former boyfriend.

Jill Matthews: These two going back and forth with verbiage as they attack each other, but why is Cera smirking?

Vince Walters: That woman has so many evil thoughts in mind, it’s hard to figure out what exactly makes her smile or wickedly grin sometimes. She scares me ... but she’s still damn hot to look at...

Specter brings Cera to her feet and knees her hard in the stomach, following things up with a few kicks of his own before ramming Cera into the headstone he stumbled towards before! The stone doesn’t budge however, Cera’s shoulder and side colliding with the strong material, residing there briefly until Specter rushes forward and drives his foot straight into her face!

Vince Walters: Now that beautiful face has been ruined by a damn shoe print!

Jill Matthews: And that shoe has left patches of dirt and grass on her face too. This match will get messy as time goes by, but we’re just getting started.

Specter pulls Cera back up and places her in a headlock, walking her towards another set of headstones. He feeds his hand through her hair before clenching a bundle of the blonde and brown locks, preparing to bash Cera’s face into one of them. However, Cera wisely prevents any form of damage as she knees Specter in the stomach, Adrien staggering back before being met with a spinning kick. Still Specter doesn’t collapse, holding his ground until Cera springs onto the top of the headstone, balancing herself on it expertly before flying off and driving Adrien head first into a concrete slab with a Tornado DDT!

Vince Walters: And he gets a concrete print on his head! That’s karma for you!

Jill Matthews: And I’m sure Cera doesn’t care that she was disrespecting the dead by using that headstone as a platform to stand on. I think she’d even dig up a dead body and use that as a weapon too, knowing how sadistic she is!

Vince Walters: But Specter resembles a dead guy! That’ll be like Cera using his own kind against him! I suggest that she sticks to what she knows. Being violent with weapons and using her legs!

Cera resides on Specter for an early cover, the referee getting into position and counting right onto the grass...

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TWO!

Adrien gets his shoulder up. Cera doesn’t look disgruntled though; in fact she appears relaxed with the way things are going, choking Specter with her foot as she stands over him. After a short while Cera removes her boot and kicks Specter in the side, strolling towards a shovel and picking it up with ease. She tests the lethality of the gardening tool by striking a nearby headstone, Adrien getting to his feet gradually as Cera eyes him devilishly. Smirking casually, Cera then rears back and swings the shovel towards Specter’s stomach, but Adrien catches the shovel and pries it from her grasp, throwing it aside as Cera tries for a spinning wheel kick. She brushes Specter’s face, causing him to wince, but as Cera gets back up to face him again, Specter grabs Cera and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex right onto the edge of the headstone behind him!

Jill Matthews: Oh God, did you see that?!

Vince Walters: Her back might be broken after that! She contorted and bent around in sickening fashion!

Cera is writhing in pain as she feels her back, repeatedly whispering “fuck” unto herself. Specter gets back to his feet and collects the shovel from moments ago, looking over Cera before he slams the shovel straight into her side! Cera rolls onto her stomach instinctively, giving Specter a chance to aim a strike at her back, which he does so with a harsh connection! The echoes of each strike reverberate around the graveyard, Adrien going insane with body shots before he bashes her in the temple with the shovel, tossing it aside and going for a cover...

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TWO!

Cera gets her shoulder up just in time!

Vince Walters: That shovel is dented after those shots! Specter really hates her that much!

Jill Matthews: He’s doing this to win. He’s doing this to prove himself, by any means necessary, but he also knows that if he doesn’t fight dirty and viciously, Cera will cause him severe problems.

Specter brings Cera back up and guides her to a newly-dug grave, slamming his elbow into her upper back and neck a few times before spinning her up and around for a Blue Thunder Bomb. Specter looks towards the grave and ponders for a moment before he picks Cera up, ready to chuck her in with a powerbomb. But at the last moment, Cera starts punching away at Specter, falling to her feet and catching him with a headscissors takedown, launching him into the burial plot!

Jill Matthews: Adrien Specter is in the grave, just like when he was buried alive shortly after ISunday!

Vince Walters: I don’t think there’s nothing Cera would love more than to repeat that painful memory and bury Specter beneath a great mound of dirt and debris, Jill! You can see it in her eyes.

Cera, looking slight wary all of a sudden, glances around hesitantly before she locates the shovel, picking it up and walking towards the grave. She eyes Specter within and then, with shovel gripped between her hands, flies off, crashing the shovel against his face with velocity during a standard splash! Cera then covers Specter with a leg hooked...

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TWO!

Specter brings his shoulder up just in time!

Jill Matthews: Specter averted defeat there, but that shovel has busted him wide open!

Adrien is visibly bleeding as Cera sits up inside the grave, bringing Specter back to his feet and readying for her Xtreme Rush. But as she takes the first few steps, Specter bows down and flips Cera over his shoulders, Cera now landing in the dirt straight onto her spine. Adrien climbs out of the grave and lets the blood flow, taking a moment before he changes his mind and dives back in, crushing Cera with a perfect moonsault! Specter hooks the leg as the referee keeps his eyes on the pair and counts...

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TWO!

Cera manages to kick out before the three! Specter resides on his knees as he breathes out and wonders what to do next, taking his time before he drags Cera back to her feet and rolls her out of the grave onto the surface. Cera starts to struggle upward as Specter finds his way out of the shallow burial plot, methodically stalking Cera before he grasps her and drives her into another concrete slab with a neckbreaker! Specter goes for the cover once more...

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TWO!

NO! Cera kicks out yet again!

Vince Walters: What is making her survive?! She won’t quit!

Specter, looking slightly frustrated, finds another shovel and aims it at Cera, but instead he waits for her to stand up. With blood running down his face, Specter waits for the perfect moment to strike, finding it exactly as Cera twists around, being levelled hideously by the metal shovel! Adrien studies her before he drops the weapon, starting to look around until he sees something behind him ... only to direct his vision upward.

Jill Matthews: Not only are there graves and headstones, but there are also trees and bushes. These competitors could actually hideaway and recuperate in the dark, but I think they just want to fight it out.

Vince Walters: Hey, look, Specter has turned into a monkey! He’s scaling that tree. Wait ... actually ... given his condition I’d call him the new Michael Jackson! “Climb the tree, climb the tree”!

Jill Matthews: Specter has something callous and risky in mind as he climbs that tree, using the branches to ascend higher ... and higher! He’s going up further than that?!

Specter won’t stop climbing, finally reaching a sturdy branch and looking down at Cera below. He’s almost twenty feet in the air as he exhales, turning around carefully while using his hands on the tree to support himself. Without a second thought, Specter jumps up with the SENT FROM ABOVE, falling twenty feet with his double rotation moonsault, only for Cera to move out of the way! Specter crashes into the earth and lies there motionless, Cera using a nearby headstone to get up and survey the damage he’s caused himself with that manoeuvre!

Jill Matthews: SPECTER JUST JUMPED FROM TWENTY FEET IN THE AIR WITH THE SENT FROM ABOVE, BUT HE HIT THE GROUND INSTEAD!

Vince Walters: HE’S GOT TO BE DEAD! HE HAS TO BE!

Cera keeps upright with the headstone until she starts to pull on it, slowly dragging it away from the earth it resides in and placing it on Specter’s head in a flat position. Then, noticing a small platform, Cera climbs onto it before jumping off, landing on the headstone with a double foot stomp that causes it to explode and crush the head of Specter!

Jill Matthews: Jesus! That’s got to be it!

Cera, after looking around again warily, decides to cover Specter after rolling him onto his back...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The spare bell resounds again and Cera stays on her knees, looking at Specter before she sits on his chest and starts to laugh slightly.

Jill Matthews: Okay that ... that is disturbing.

Tom Davis: Here is your winner ... CERA!

[Roger Wright]

The Arena goes completely black as the screeching techno intro of Sorry You're Not A Winner blasts around the arena. The darkness remains until around twenty seconds in when the song kicks in and green lights light up the entire arena. Still the man everybody expects to appear is nowhere in site.

At around thirty seconds the loyal Aaron Abraham fans clap along with the song and the arena is going crazy. But still nobody appears as the green lights continue to circle and flash.

Then on fifty seconds the chorus to the song kicks in and Aaron Abraham explodes through the curtain with his hand raised high.

Aaron walks from one side of the ramp to the other and back again soaking in the reaction of the crowd before charging to the ring and sliding in on his stomach.

Climbing to his feet, AA climbs to all four corners of the ring and allows the fans to once again tell him what they think of him before he spins and sits on the top turnbuckle awaiting his opponent or the start of the match.

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the MAIN EVENT FOR THE NEW UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!! Introducing first, he is the challenger, from Camden New Jersey, weighing in at 228 pounds, Double A, AARON ABRAHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



A shot of pyro goes off on the stage as Amazing by Kanye blasts through the PA system. Emerging from the smoke of the pyro is Judas Dathan, the NEW Undisputed title around his waist.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, he is the NEW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION. From Los Angeles California, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is Your Hero, JUDAS DATHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dathan continues to make his way to the ring, stepping through the middle rope and unfastening the title, he holds it into the air and turns to the fans as they cheer. Turning back he holds it up in plain view of Abraham, making a mocking gesture in the mans direction before turning the title over to the referee.

Matthews: Here we go Vince, it’s the big one, the main event, Judas defending the biggest prize in the NEW against Double A.

Walters: No doubt, this should be a barn burner, sadly it will all come to an end for Judas as Abraham does what he has done so many times before to him, and that is win the match.

Matthews: Only time will tell us for sure, all I can say is that this match has the hype and then some. Both men all week have gone back and forth, telling the world what they can to get under the others skin, and no matter what you say, Abraham we know is looking over his shoulder, wondering if Judas really did flip a member of the cRu!

Walters: As sure as I am those titties are fake, I am sure this match will live up to the hype so far. And Abraham would have to be stupid to not be concerned, he knows what the members of the cRu are all about.

Matthews: You can cut the intensity in the ring with a knife, both men standing inches from each others face as the referee turns the title over to the ringside. And there is the bell, and a slap to the face by Judas to start this one off.

Following the slap, Abraham unleashes a right fist into the side of Judas’ head and drives the man back. Judas counters with a right of his own, and the two men go back and forth before Abraham blocks an incoming shot and delivers a series of rights and lefts, driving Judas to the ropes. Grabbing the left arm of Judas, Abraham attempts to send him across the ring, but Judas counters instead sending Abraham for the ride. On the return Judas leaps into the air and hits a flying clothesline.

Matthews: Judas off his feet and he connects, but Abraham is back up and already moving in again, it’s like he is a machine.

Walters: We know both of these men are going to go non stop and it’s gonna take a whole hell of a lot more than a clothesline to take either one of them out.

As Abraham moves in, Judas bounces off the ropes and slides under the mans legs. From behind Judas snatches Aaron by the shoulders and slams him back first into the matt. Hopping back to his feet, Judas launches himself straight into the air and brings a knee down on the chest of Abraham and covers him, hooking the right leg.
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Matthews: Quick series of moves there by Judas and not a bad idea going for the cover, great way to judge how much your opponent has left in the tank.

Walters: Well if that’s the case why don’t you and me get in the ring and I’ll go for the cover all you can handle.

Matthews: Topic Vince, stay on it.

Walters: What you don’t want me to stay on you instead?

Quickly back to his feet, Judas stomps the mid section of Aaron before he can get up, lifting his elbow up, Judas brings it down. In a flash Abraham rolls away, Judas’ slamming the elbow down on the matt. Quickly Judas rolls away and gets to his feet, but Abraham is charging from across the ring as Judas backs into the corner. Throwing himself into the air, Abraham slams into Judas, striking the man in the face with a back elbow. As he comes down, Abraham snatches the head of Judas and snap mare’s him out of the corner, grabbing both arms and pulling them back as he drives the knee into the middle of Judas’ back while he is in a seated position.

Matthews: WOW!!! What a series of moves and Abraham seems to have Judas on the ropes right here. The Ref is checking to see if Judas gives in but he keeps shaking his head no!

Walters: Man that has to be painful, that knee of Abraham digging into his spine as Abraham wrenches back pulling on both of Judas’ arms at the same time.

Twisting with all of his might, Judas manages to bend his left leg and get it under the bottom rope, the ref immediately calling for Abraham to break the hold.
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At the last second Abraham breaks the hold, Judas falling to a heap in the middle of the ring. Stepping back, Abraham watches as Judas tries to bring himself to his feet, then taking off he hits Judas with the Shining Wizard, and goes for the cover.
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NO! Judas barely gets his left shoulder up.

Matthews: Did you hear the crowd go insane as Aaron hit the shining wizard? Man that was insane and I thought it might just be all over right there, but Judas got the arm up.

Walters: Yes he did, but he is in a very bad place for sure. As Abraham is on the attack and already has Judas back to his feet.

Hefting Judas onto his shoulders, Aaron twists the man off but Judas grabs him and manages to execute a DDT on him in the middle of the ring, neither man moving after the move. Pacing around the ref begins the standing ten count.
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Matthews: I think that was supposed to be the F-5, but somehow Judas managed one of the most amazing counters I have ever seen on that move.

Walters: I don’t even know how he, I am speechless

Matthews: That is a first.

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Matthews: Judas was playing possum, he lured Aaron in and laid him out with that boot to the face.

Walters: I have to admit that was impressive, but not as....

Matthews: Don’t even make a reference to my cleavage you pig. Just do your job and call the match.

Quickly Judas jumps onto the middle rope and springboards off, his legs wrapping around the head of Abraham and twisting the man down to the ring with a hurricanrana, Scrambling over Judas goes for the pin on Abraham.
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NO! Again Abraham gets the shoulder up, but Judas wastes little time as he is on his feet, and charging across the ring, dropping into a baseball slide and striking Abraham in the side, causing the man to roll out of the ring and onto the matt.

Matthews: we are entering dangerous territory here as Abraham is on the outside and Judas has that look like he is going to do something crazy in his eyes.

Walters: Yeah and here it comes, Judas just took off across the ring.

Leaping into the air, Judas plants both feet on the top rope and throws himself into the air, and spinning forward as he comes down. But Abraham gets his knees up, slamming them into the chest of Judas as the man lands from the 450 splash. Rolling away in pain, Judas clutches at his chest as Abraham uses the ring apron to pull himself back to an upright position. Seeing the ref has started the ring out count, Abraham rolls back in and out to break and restart the count.

Matthews: Judas looks to be in pain, could have broken some ribs with the impact that he came down on those knees of Abraham with.

Walters: Yeah and Aaron isn’t going to give him a chance to even know how bad that pain is.

Snatching Judas by the hair, Abraham pulls him back to his feet and slams him chest first into the ring apron. Once more Abraham picks Judas up off the ground and again slams him chest first into the apron. Rolling into the ring Abraham breaks up the count and rolls back out. Again he helps Judas to his feet, this time slamming the man chest first into the steel steps, sending them flying everywhere. From within the ring the ref barks in Abraham’s direction, Aaron only shaking his head in response as he rolls the nearly lifeless body of Judas into the ring, following immediately after him.

Matthews: The ref had to be telling Abraham to watch it, that would get disqualified for something like that.

Walters: Abraham might be lucky he didn’t get disqualified for using those steps that time. Were it not for the title he probably would have.

Bringing Judas to his feet, Abraham struggles to keep the man upright as he wraps him around the waist and hits a series of suplexes, starting with a German, leading into a Tiger, and then finally a Dragon suplex. Rolling over Abraham covers up Judas for the pin.
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Matthews: I for sure thought this was over but Judas got the shoulder up.

Walters: Yeah but Judas doesn’t seem to be moving at all. That may have been out of sheer reflex and nothing else.

Dragging to Judas to his feet, Abraham hooks him and delivers a snap suplex, but doesn’t release the hold, instead he chooses to twist his feet and roll himself and Dathan back to their feet, this time hitting a snap DDT in the middle of the ring and going for the cover.
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NO! Again Judas gets the shoulder up at the very last moment. Livid over it, Abraham is on his feet slapping his hands at the ref calling for the count of three.

Matthews: I think Abraham might be getting annoyed with the ref in there, but his count has been stead the entire match.

Walters: This could be bad, Aaron almost seems to be losing focus of what is in front of him.

Tossing his hands into the air, Aaron turns away from the ref, just as Judas reaches up with all his strength and pulls the man down for a small package.
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NO! Breaking out of the pin, Abraham gets to his feet and stomps the chest of Dathan. Grabbing Judas’ arm Abraham begins to go to work, Leaping into the air and bringing his knee down on the forearm section of the left arm.

Matthews: Abraham has gone into Double A mode right here. He is focusing on that left arm, no doubt softening Judas up for the Triple A lock.

Walters: A sound move if you ask me. Judas has proved resilient so far, but no one gets out of the triple A lock, especially after Aaron works their arm over.

One hand on the bicep, the other on Judas’ wrist, Abraham tosses his legs into the air, bringing his right knee down on the left forearm of Judas. Three times he does this before dragging Judas to his feet by the arm. Abraham proceeds to deliver a series of Elbow strikes to the forearm before jumping into the air and hitting an armbreaker on the arm of Judas. With his arm finally released of Aaron’s grasp, Judas stumbles away, his right arm cradling the left. From behind Abraham hits the back of Judas’ knees with a shoulder block, knocking the man to ground.

Matthews: Aaron is in complete control now, and it really only seems to be a matter of time before this one is over.

Walters: No doubt, it almost looks like one mans dream is ending while another’s is about to begin.

Grabbing Judas’ arm and placing his leg around the back of his head, Abraham pauses and takes a breath. At that moment, Judas uses his free right arm and yanks on the leg of Abraham, throwing him off balance, Aaron stumbling into the corner. Abraham immediately rushes out of the corner, Judas using a drop toe hold on him, and snatching the leg he rolls Abraham over and locks in the Exodus of Hope.

Matthews: Oh My God!!!! Judas just locked in the Exodus of Hope, this one might be over, Abraham is fighting for the ropes but I don’t know if he is going to get there.

Walters: Out of nowhere, I thought Judas was down and out, and now he may be about to win the match and retain the title.

His fingertips just inches from the ropes, Abraham screams in pain as he stretches, the tips just grasping the bottom rope, the ref calling for Judas to break the hold.
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Matthews: Judas is clearly still favoring that left forearm.

Walters: Yeah but look at Abraham, he can hardly stand on that right leg.

Moving in Judas delivers a kick to the side of the knee, causing Abraham to fall into the ropes just to stay on his feet. Once more Judas kicks the knee, Abraham this time falling to the other knee. Not letting up, Judas stomps on the back of the leg of Abraham, the man dropping to the matt. As Judas leaps into the air to bring down a knee on the leg of Abraham, Aaron rolls out of the ring, Judas catching nothing but the matt.

Matthews: Abraham with the smart move there, rolling out of the way and getting to the outside.

Walters: Yeah but Dathan seems like a man possessed and has gone to the outside after Abraham as he limps away.

Limping away, Abraham steals a glance over his shoulder, but Judas is on his trail. Coming around the ring, Abraham stops, appearing to stumble and fall to the ground. Seeing this, Judas’ eyes light up as he hastens his pace, rounding the corner Judas is met with a bat to the shin of Judas, the man falling face first to the ground and Abraham comes to his feet, the bat discarded back under the ring.

Matthews: Did you see that? He just used a bat on Judas and the ref didn’t see it. You have to be kidding me, is there no level that Abraham won’t stoop too?

Walters: It’s only cheating if you get caught, and Aaron clearly didn’t get caught.

Grabbing Judas by the head, Abraham rears back for a right, but Judas hits a European upper cut on him, driving Abraham back, Judas falling to his left knee from the pain of trying to stand on his right leg. Using the apron Judas pulls himself back up, blocking a right from Abraham, immediately clutching his left arm.

Matthews: There is that arm, he blocked the attack but it still did it’s damage as Judas is clutching it unable to respond to the blow attempt by Abraham.

Walters: And Abraham is back on the attack, like a shark in blood infested waters he is attacking.

Grabbing the left arm of Judas, Abraham slams the forearm down on the apron of the ring before guiding Judas around the post. Using the post, he wraps the arm around it, Judas hobbling away in pain, the arm clutched in his right hand. Limping up behind him, Abraham grabs Judas and rolls him into the ring, pulling himself onto the apron. Stepping through the middle ropes, Abraham shakes out his leg and limps for the injured Judas who is pulling himself up with his only good arm on the ropes.

Matthews: Just look at the eyes of Abraham, he is like a man possessed or something.

Walters: He smells blood Jill, and be thankful it’s not that time of the month or he might come after you.

Finally back to his feet Judas turns around just in time for Abraham to land the Abraham combo on him, and finish it off with a spinning back fist, Judas twisting and slamming face first into the matt. Snatching up the left arm, Abraham gets his leg behind the head of Judas and locks in the Triple A lock, Judas a full foot from any of the ropes.

Matthews: That is it, Judas is too far from the ropes, this one is over, Abraham is going to win.

Walters: Judas isn’t giving up tho, he keeps fighting.

On the ground the ref checks Judas repeatedly, but Judas refuses to give up, fighting through the pain he tries to reach for the ropes, tries to drag himself to them, but he isn’t moving. Sensing the end near, Abraham locks in the move even more, putting even more weight on the arm of Judas, the man screaming with pain, and still he won’t give up, refuses to tap even as the ref asks him repeatedly.

Matthews: Judas is being stubborn, he can’t move, he can’t reach the ropes and still he refuses to give in.

Walters: He doesn’t want to let go of the title, no one in this industry would. Don’t you remember the match with him and Specter a few weeks back?

Reaching out, Judas tries for the ropes but his hand is nowhere near them. Finally his head falls to the matt and he appears to stop moving. Grabbing his right arm the ref lifts it into the air, it falling lifelessly to the matt. Again the ref lifts the arm, and again it falls to the matt. One more time he raises the arm as the fans try and cheer and will Judas back to life, and this time it hangs in the air. Bringing it down, Judas manages to pull himself towards the rope with the free hand, and again he pulls and again. Finally he pulls himself to the ropes, the tips of his fingers grasping them, the ref calling for Abraham to break the hold.

Matthews: Can you believe that? He got to the ropes and again Aaron waited till the four count before breaking the hold.

Walters: Yeah but how much does Judas really have left in the tank?

Pulling himself to his feet, Judas’ left arm simply hangs lifeless at his side. Swinging a right he strikes Abraham before the man can grab him. Another right, and another and Judas is driving Abraham back to the corner. Mounting the second rope, Judas leaps up and wraps his arm around the head of Abraham and pulls him out of the corner with a bulldog in the middle of the ring. Hopping to the middle rope, Judas waits as Abraham comes back to his feet, suddenly he leaps off, attempting what looks like a Huricannrana, but Abraham catches the man and uses Dathan’s momentum to deliver a spinning sit out powerbomb on him.

Matthews: My god, just when it looked like Judas was getting the upper hand, Abraham counters with a move like that.

Walters: I am in shock, total shock at that.

Covering up Judas, Abraham goes for the pin, hooking the leg.
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Matthews: Inverted Brainbuster, that is it, this has to be over.

Walters: What the hell is Abraham doing?

Climbing to the top rope, Abraham turns his back to Judas who is down and not moving on the matt, face up. Taking a deep breath he leaps off, twisting and spinning, landing on Judas and covering him for the pin.
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Matthews: Phoenix Splash, and there is the three count, this one is over, we have a new NEW Undisputed Champion and it is Aaron Abraham!

Tom Davis: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner, and New, NEW Undisputed World Champion!!!!! DOUBLE A, AARON ABRAHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Walters: It took everything he had, but he beat Dathan and is the new Champ.

Matthews: I still can’t believe what I just saw. Both men beat each other senseless and it is just a shame that one of them had too lose.

Walters: Yeah, but can you believe it, that was one hell of a match.

[Roger Wright]

Jill Matthews: Listen to this crowd! They are appalled that Aaron Abraham has done it! They absolutely hate the fact that Aaron Abraham is the new Undisputed Champion!

Vince Walters: Why are they booing? They should be cheering! They should be celebrating! Aaron Abraham has finally reached the top of the mountain, and he did it all on his own!

Abraham is nearly close to tears as he grips the Undisputed Championship at his chest, keeping his composure though as he utters words unto himself that only matter to him. As he stands from his knelt position, he raises the belt aloft with glorious energy, fireworks going off and confetti starting to fall from the ceiling as he ascends the nearest turnbuckle, wanting the crowd to revel in his supremacy.

Vince Walters: We are in the presence of a new era, Jill! Confetti is falling from the heavens, and these fireworks are exploding with happiness! Aaron Abraham is the champion, at long last, and he fully deserves that accolade!

Jill Matthews: Well these fans don’t seem to appreciate it. They wanted Judas Dathan to retain that championship, and it’s just a shame he has lost it this early.

Vince Walters: I have to give credit to Dathan though. He stood as a champion, fought as a champion, and worked like a true World Champion. But he was no match for Aaron Abraham on this night, and he needs to be humble with the fact that he is being allowed to leave here by his own volition, instead of going out on a stretcher!

Abraham descends the turnbuckle and is pleased to see his compatriots Ryan Pugh and Al Envy entering the ring, joining him for this celebration as they engage in a group hug, being covered by confetti all the while. The crowd boo even louder as Abraham shows off the championship to them both, Pugh and Envy offering their sentiments before they choose to place him on their shoulders, parading him around the ring as some fans start to litter the ring with garbage.

Jill Matthews: I think the cleaners will have some extra work tonight after this is all over...

Vince Walters: After it’s all over? Jill, this is just the beginning! This has just begun! Adore this new era, Jill! Bow down to Aaron Abraham, because that kid deserves to be the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion!

Pugh and Envy lower down Abraham and are about to depart together, but suddenly AA’s eyes are directed towards his fallen opponent and the former champion. Judas Dathan is struggling to stand on his own accord, using the ropes to pull himself up. Abraham gets the attention of his cRu brethren and points mockingly at Dathan, showing off the championship as Pugh and Envy start to discuss something with the new champion.

Jill Matthews: Judas Dathan is showing a lot of guts, a lot of fortitude and a lot of heart by getting back to his feet on his own, but even I think he should have just stayed down, especially with these three deviants occupying the ring.

Vince Walters: Abraham needs the ring to himself! Dathan needs to move on and regroup backstage! This is cRu hour now, and it’s all for Aaron Abraham!

Abraham places the belt on his shoulder and chuckles slightly at Dathan as the latter looks over at AA with defeat in his eyes, but he still wants to be able to appear strong and durable. AA then looks at Pugh and Envy in turn before pointing at Judas, the pair slowly walking over to him with Dathan unable to defend himself.

Jill Matthews: Hey, now hold on a minute. You’ve just beaten the man and taken his title, there’s no point in going further!

Vince Walters: Well he should leave the ring and give Abraham the respect he deserves!

Pugh and Envy pull Judas towards Abraham by his arms, AA starting to taunt him with the championship, telling him he doesn’t have it anymore. Pugh and Envy smile cruelly before they throw Judas to the ground, stalking over him as the crowd boo heavily.

Jill Matthews: Oh come on! Leave him alone! They’re just being a bunch of hideous bullies!

Vince Walters: I think he should kiss Abraham’s feet to prevent being decimated, but I think they just want to send a message!

The group surround Dathan, taunting him as he tries to get back to his feet. As he gets to his knees, Envy moves behind him and clutches his jaw with his hand, directing it upwards to focus primarily on Abraham standing before him. AA starts to chuckle again as the crowd boo mightily, wanting this to stop or for Dathan to fight back.

Jill Matthews: Okay, someone needs to come out here and clear away these animals!

Vince Walters: It’s Dathan who is ruining Abraham’s celebration, Jill! He’s the one who needs to get lost!

Suddenly, as the group are primed to unleash some punishment upon Judas, the crowd start to immensely cheer. The cRu pay no heed to these change of chants as they concentrate only on Dathan, mistakenly ignoring the appearance of a man who wasn’t supposed to be here, running through the crowd with a steel chair in hand.

Jill Matthews: Wait a minute, it’s Matt Slater! Matt Slater has come to the aid of Judas Dathan!

Vince Walters: No! He wasn’t supposed to be here! He’s going to get himself fired!

Slater leaps over the barricade and slides into the ring just as Abraham, Envy and Pugh realize what’s going on, turning to face him immediately as the crowd usher louder ovations. With a rush of aggression, Slater swings the chair towards Pugh, driving the big man down with a vicious shot to the cranium! Envy instantly battles for his friend’s honour as he directs a clothesline at Slater, but the Court’s proclaimed “Silver Knight” ducks under and sweeps the chair across towards Al in retaliation, the arrogant Texan dodging at the last moment and abandoning the ring! Abraham is already departing with his championship as Slater spots him, running forward and swinging the chair over the ropes, merely for AA to drop down and avoid the collision!

Jill Matthews: Slater has come to save Judas Dathan, and the once-dominant cRu are now retreating!

Vince Walters: This is an outrage! Get the security to dispose of that man! He doesn’t belong here!

The crowd are going crazy as Abraham barks at Slater, placing the Undisputed Championship on his shoulder and backing up the ramp with his cohorts, Pugh feeling his head in anger as Envy simplistically growls. Dathan resides on his knees in the ring, watching what’s going on as Slater dares them to come back for more, AA shaking his head and smiling cockily, knowing he came for one thing and one thing only, which he now possesses.

Vince Walters: That man should be having a tremendous celebration by now, but these idiots had to ruin everything!

Jill Matthews: I’d have to disagree. Aaron Abraham wanted to make an example out of Dathan and send the rest of the roster a message through him, but it was foiled by Matt Slater. Now they’re leaving after being sabotaged of their cowardly gains!

Vince Walters: Cowardly?! Those very men personify glorious, respectable wrestling, Jill! Don’t defy their brilliance and importance in this industry!

Jill Matthews: I think you’ve been brainwashed by Chris Styles!

After witnessing the cRu departing for good, Slater turns his attentions to Dathan, the crowd chanting his name. Judas looks at Slater with hesitance, but Slater strolls over to him, helping him back to his feet before raising his arm towards the ceiling, as if he is the true victor. The crowd cheer again as Slater raises up the chair in his other hand, Dathan now having both of his arms up as he revels in this moment, albeit being agonized and exhausted.

Jill Matthews: What a class act by Slater! Dathan is being given his due, and he is taking it. These fans understand the trials and tribulations he has gone through, and he is the one who deserves their respect, not Aaron Abraham or the cRu!

Vince Walters: You’re the one who is delusional! This is disgusting...

Slater moves around the ring with Dathan, the crowd taking pictures of the pair as they close out this successful PPV. Dathan nods towards Slater and embraces him partially, Slater nodding back and smiling proudly at his former protégé.

Jill Matthews: Well ladies and gentleman, I truly hope you enjoyed this event known as Kamikaze. Championships were decided, brutality ensued, but through it all, heart and desire are the very things that persevere at the conclusion of this event.

Vince Walters: And let’s not forget that Aaron Abraham is the Undisputed Champion! You won’t hear the last of this, I assure you! He needs his own spotlight and his own time, not for it to be taken away by Judas Dathan and Matt Slater!

Slater departs from Dathan and smirks as he looks at one side of the audience, Dathan visualizing the other side as he bows respectively and applauds. Dathan then turns around, wanting to view the other side of the arena, but it is stopped suddenly and effectively by Matt Slater, swinging the chair towards Judas and crushing his skull in with a vicious shot! Dathan crumbles after the connection and lies sprawled on the confetti-littered canvas, Slater lowering the chair gradually as he coldly stares at the previous champion.

Jill Matthews: Wait ... what? What is this?!

Slater glares at the fallen Dathan with a stoic expression, his eyes telling the entire story as the crowd utter shocked responses, only to turn their elicitations into thunderous boos.

Vince Walters: But ... but I thought ... what’s going on?!

Slater drops the chair and then falls to one knee beside Dathan, raising his head up as Judas tries to open his eyes to look at his former mentor. Slater then starts to speak to Dathan coldly, beginning to increase in volume and agitation before he growls and punches Judas hard in the face! Judas is bleeding after the chair shot, Slater hammering away at Dathan as the crowd mercilessly boo him!

Jill Matthews: What the hell is this?! Slater is beating up Dathan! Why is this happening?!

Vince Walters: I have no idea!

Slater, with a bloodied fist, stops punching away at Dathan and breathes heavily as he stands over the former Undisputed Champion, deciding to drag him back to his feet after a brief pause of contemplation. Dathan, almost unconscious, leans into Slater’s chest and balances there, Slater keeping him upright with his hands on his head as he screams into his face about respect and about what he’s done.

Jill Matthews: Someone come out here and help this man! Where’s the Court?!

Having enough of this battering, Slater finally places Dathan onto his shoulders and drills him with the Shockwave, Dathan remaining motionless as Slater stands above him. Suddenly a satisfied smirk lights his face before he closes his eyes, raising his head towards the ceiling and spreading his arms wide as the crowd boo immensely.

Jill Matthews: Matt Slater has just turned on Judas Dathan, and I’d like to know why! This makes me sick...

Vince Walters: Wait, look who's coming!

The crowd cheer as Vanessa and Reya Serra run to the ring, looking concerned for Judas as Slater sees them both. As they enter he departs, basking in the rotten boos of the crowd as he wipes the blood of Judas onto his shirt. Vanessa and Reya comfort Judas on the canvas before they stare at Slater in anger and bewilderment, their Silver Knight strolling up the aisle without saying a word. Slater doesn’t even look back as Vanessa shouts at him from afar, being pelted with litter from some fans and not caring to acknowledge them or block the attacks as he reaches the entrance.

Vince Walters: Vanessa and Reya have come to the aid of Dathan here, but ... this has even baffled me, Jill. What does this mean?!

Jill Matthews: I have no idea what it means, but I demand an explanation from that man! Unfortunately, we need to go off the air, but I still want to know why! Why has Matt Slater assaulted Judas Dathan?! What was this all about, and what was it all for?!

Finally looking over his shoulder, Slater offers a twisted expression as his smirk curls upward more so, departing from the arena and from the sea of humanity negating his presence as the PPV closes, the scene entirely fading to black.