Convicted 2011

[Roger Wright]

Pryro’s explode on the custom stage with a what looks like prison bars blocking the entrance ramp. As the fans cheer the camera pans around the arena, the packed house holding up signs and screaming. Suddenly the prison bars begin to lift on the stage and the fans go even more insane.



Matthews: Who the hell is this?

Walters: I don’t know, there is nothing scheduled to be taking place right now.

Out onto the stage walks Ryan Elias, freshly pressed suit on. With a smile he walks down the ramp to the ring, snatching a microphone from a stage hand as he ascends the steps. Stepping through the middle rope, he moves to the center of the ring, his music cutting off rather abruptly.

Matthews: What the hell is Ryan Elias doing out here?

Walters: He is the new Show time liaison to the NEW, he probably has something important to say.

Elias: On behalf of the NEW and Showtime, I would like to welcome everyone to the first ever NEW Convicted!!!!

The fans go crazy screaming and cheering.

Elias: Well for those of you who do not know me, I am Ryan Elias, the new NEW Showtime Liaison. What this means is that you will be seeing less of Roger Wright, and more of me.

Elias pauses as the fans get quiet, the arena filling with an almost eerie silence.

Elias: Last week Roger Wright pulled me into his office, tried to fire me, only to find out that I had replaced him as the liaison to NEW. It’s amazing how a little hard work, and talking to the right people can get you ahead. But getting a new job, and really sticking it to Roger last week was just not enough. Fact is for insulting me, I am going to make his life miserable as hell.

A mixture of boo’s and cheers go up through-out the arena.

Elias: You see, Roger still has a contract with Jesse Styles Inc, the former company that owned the NEW, and well that contract was absorbed into the NEW when Roger purchased it. He is obligated to wrestle until the end of 2012, and believe me he will be doing just that.

The fans erupt into a chorus of cheers as Ryan drops the microphone and exits the ring.

Matthews: Did he just basically tell us that he was going to force Roger Wright to wrestle because of an old contract he has?

Walters: I believe he just did, and I can’t wait to see the look on Roger’s face when he finds out, let’s get someone back into his office right now.

Matthews: No can do, the first match of the night is about to begin and it’s going to be a big one.

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is a fatal four way elimination tag match for the first ever NEW Golden Ticket!!!!!!!!! Introducing first, from Memphis Tennessee, weighing in at 475 pounds, CHRISTIAN RIVERS!!!!!



Rivers walks down the ring in his sleeveless white under shirt with his gun holster with his .45 snapped securely in. He walks up the ring steps, and enters the ring through the middle rope and stretches preparing himself for a war.

Tom Davis: Introducing next, from Alexandria Virginia, weighing in at 200 pounds, DESY EXTREME!!!!!



"Playing The Saint" by Digital Summer plays shortly before Desy Extreme walks out, scanning the crowd as he raises up his can of Pepsi. He heads down to the ring, slapping some of the fans' hands at the barrier before chugging down his favourite beverage. Desy then reaches into his attire and pulls out another can, but he gives this one to a young fan at ringside, entering the ring and launching his finished can into the crowd as a memento.

Tom Davis: Introducing next, from Canton Ohio, weighing in at 250 pounds, THE KING OF PAIN!!!!!



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

Tom Davis: And finally their opponent, from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 215 pounds, JOSH COLE!!!!!



"For false Christs and false prophets will arise and will show great signs and wonders, so as to mislead, if possible, even the elect."

"Behold, I have told you in advance."

"So if they say to you, Behold, He is in the wilderness, do not go out, or, Behold, He is in the inner rooms, do not believe them."

"For just as the lightning comes from the east and flashes even to the west, so will the coming of the Son of Man be."

"Wherever the corpse is, there the vultures will gather."

3... 2... 1... Press Start!

Are you ready to play?

The fans cheer as "Face to the Floor" by "Chevelle" plays through the sound system as Blue pyro explodes and Josh Cole walks out to the top of the stage wearing light blue jean shorts and his 321 Shirt and pair of black and blue Adidas wrestling shoes. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp and looks over the crowd. As the chorus plays Josh heads down the ramp flipping off the fans.

He approaches ringside and takes in a quick breathe and jumps up onto the apron and hops over the top rope.

Josh walks around the ring a few times and climbs each turn buckle and taunts the crowd as the music fades out.

Matthews: Well all four men are in the ring and there seems to be some confusion as to who is going to start this match. It would appear that none of them want to start it, and in fact all four have moved to a ringpost and stepped out onto the apron.

Walters: Would you want to start this off? The first two men in are clearly at a disadvantage in this kind of a match, and I don’t fault any of them for wanting to not start it.

Matthews: well the ref is asking them to all come into the ring, and it looks like they might be obliging, and there is the bell, this match is underway and all four men are beating each other senseless, and wait the ref is removing Josh Cole, and forcing him out of the ring, and it looks like Rivers has slipped out as well.

Walters: Smart move there by Rivers, keep yourself fresh and you can go far in a match like this.

Taking Desy by the hair, KOP slams the man to the mat with a brutal over shoulder take down by his hair. Not letting up on the assault, KOP delivers a series of right hands to the side of Desy’s head before slamming the back of his head straight down into the matt. Moving towards the corner of Josh, KOP appears to be talking to the man, but stops just short and slaps him across the face, the Ref declaring it a tag.

Matthews: I think Josh Cole is now the legal man in the ring, and he looks none to happy about it. Oh and now he is in the ring after that brutal suplex by KOP on him into the ring, and KOP has slipped out of the ring.

Walters: What a harsh way to get tagged in, and Josh really should try and end this match with Extreme and get one man out of it, because then it can become a two on one situation if he can side with someone else.

Stumbling back to his feet, Josh turns around to see Desy doing the same. Taking off across the ring, Josh hits Desy with a swinging neck breaker. And immediately covers the man for the pin fall.
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Matthews: Extreme with the kick out, and Josh has just tagged in Christian Rivers.

Walters: None of these men want to be in the ring.

Hopping over the top rope, Rivers takes off across the ring and levels Desy with a clothesline, his momentum taking him right into the corner of KOP. Reaching out he attempts to tag KOP, but the man maneuvers out of the way, countering with a right hand to the face of Rivers and knocking the man on his back. Bouncing right up Rivers turns to find Desy back on his feet, the man stumbling towards him. Snatching the man, Rivers hits him with a Canadian Destroyer in the middle of the ring and covers up Desy.
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Matthews: There is the first elimination of the night, and there are only three men left in this one.

Walters: Yeah but who is the legal man next in the ring?

Matthews: it looks like Josh Cole is now the legal man with Rivers in the ring.

Locking up in the middle of the ring, the two men struggle for advantage, but Rivers gets the upper hand with a wrist lock he turns into a hammerlock. Pulling Cole across the ring, Rivers tags KOP, and releases the hold on Cole, rolling out under the bottom rope. Swinging around with an elbow, Cole misses as KOP ducks the attack and grabs Josh by the neck, slamming him to the matt before entering the ring.

Matthews: This is bad for Josh, he is giving up like forty pounds to KOP, and there is a clear strength advantage for KOP.

Walters: Yeah and KOP is really taking it to Josh!

Slinging Josh across the ring, KOP ducks his head, Josh coming to a stop and kicking the man in the face as he is looking down. Qucikly Josh hits KOP with a drop kick in the right knee that drops the man to his knees. Grabbing his head, Josh Cole slams KOP to the matt with a brutal DDT. Crawling away, Josh grabs the ropes to pull himself up, but Rivers tags himself into the ring.

Matthews: I think Rivers just tagged himself in and Josh is shocked!

Walters: Yeah I don’t understand that one, why would you tag yourself in, I would let the other two beat the hell out of each other until this one was over.

Immediately Rivers brings KOP to his feet, twisting him around he prepares for a neck breaker, but KOP spins out, twisting Rivers around, and dropping him with a spine buster in the middle of the ring. Crawling to a corner, KOP pulls himself to his feet and races along the ropes, tagging in an unsuspecting Josh Cole. Before Cole can even climb into the ring, KOP snatches him and yanks him over the top rope, and onto his back in the ring.

Matthews: Cole and Rivers are the legal men, and both are slow to get up so far.

Walters: Yeah and it looks like Josh is going to be the first to his feet, and he is.

On his feet, Josh waits as Rivers gets to his feet and begins to stumble in his direction. Taking off for him, Josh leaps into the air for a cross body block. But River catches the man and slams him with a quick powerslam in the middle of the ring. Immediately Rivers drops down and locks in the Regal Stretch!

Matthews: That might be it for Josh, Rivers has that move locked in rather tight. Wait, KOP just entered the ring and is standing right behind Rivers and I don’t think the man even knows it.

Walters: Josh just tapped and there is the bell, Josh has been eliminated.

Standing up River raises his hands and turns around, coming face to face with KOP and a kick to the stomach. Quickly KOP sets Rivers up and delivers the House of Pain to him in the middle of the ring. Covering him up KOP goes for the win in this one.
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Matthews: There it is, KOP just got the win, he came in and hit Rivers with the House of Pain right after Rivers made Cole tap out.

Walters: What a strategy and perfect timing on the part of KOP!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, and holder of the Golden Ticket, THE KING OF PAIN!!!!!

[Roger Wright]

Matthews: Is that Al Envy backstage?

Walters: It is!

Matthews: What the hell is he doing here?

Walters: I don't know but it looks like we are about to find out.

Al: Give me that.

[Al snatches a microphone from one of the back stage hands and points at a camera man.]

Al: Eyes on me!!!!! That's right, Al Envy is here, at convicted. Now before you all ask, I am here to steal the show!!!!! Stay tuned!

[Taking the microphone, Al throws it into the lens of the camera and walks away, the last images seen through the broken lens]

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!



As the beginning of 'Been to Hell' starts up, the lights dim and deep red strobes flash around the arena. On the Edgetron flashes moments of wrestlers being bludgeoned and bloody... until finally revealing the one who did it, wielding a war hammer in her hand covered in blood, until it starts flashing to reveal another image of the woman holding a bright red baseball bat, with the word 'Power' on it, along with raised steel studs trailing over the top. It flashes suddenly to a close-up of her haunting pale blue eyes, which narrow wickedly.

Suddenly the Edgetron goes black as glowing words crawl upon the screen, spelling out 'Sweet Malevolence', fading then returning with 'In the form of', fading once more and coming on again with one last word... 'bloodshed'. The first verse of the song hits up as the crimson lights flash down to the entrance and stop there. Out steps a figure dressed in thick, heeled boots, ripped jeans and a leather jacket, with her arms crossed arrogantly. A smirk crawls upon her lips as the crowd goes hysterical with boos and cheers, ecstatic to see the Baddest Bitch in NEW! Cera then starts moving forward as she concentrates on her opponents inside the ring.

Tom Davis: Introducing first, from Sky Valley, Georgia, weighing in tonight at 135lbs, CERA!



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, ocassionally 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.

Tom Davis: And her opponent, JAREK WHITAKER!!!!!

The bell would sound, as the referee would take Jarek's Tagteam title belt and hand it over to the time keeper.

Vince Walters: There goes that damn Tagteam title... The ones he and Shane Sparx should have NEVER won!

Jarek and Cera start out by locking horns in a test of strength. Jarek overpowers Cera, applying a headlock before Cera sends him off into the ropes. Cera connects with a swift, heel kick across the face as Jarek bounces right back off of those ropes.

Cera steps back to her feet, now grabbing Jarek by the back of the head and ramming his face into the turnbuckle multiple times. The crowd isn't really taking positively to this as Cera developes this vicious demeanor about her, bashing Jarek's pretty boy face into that turnbuckle like she couldn't care any less.

Vince Walters: YES! Kill that Guido asshole!

Cera finally has had enough, flipping Jarek over in the corner before leaping up onto the second rope in the corner. She clobbers Jarek with several, closed fists along the cranium before Jarek finally snaps out of it and slams her down with a sitout powerbomb.

Vince Walters: Hell, I was wondering how long he was going to just stare at Cera's crotch before DOING SOMETHING.

Jill Matthews: She doesn't have it like I do! If he wants quality, I'll trap him in that corner all he wants!

Before a pinfall can be made, Jarek steps back to his feet.. pulling Cera back up by the hair. Cera slaps Jarek off, kicking him in the gut once more before rushing backward against the ropes and connecting with a swinging neckbreaker on the former Youngblood Champion. As Whitaker suffers, holding both arms back behind his neck in pain, Cera rushes back off into the ropes, now dropping a vicious elbow across the throat of Whitaker.

Jill Matthews: Awww! My poor baby!

Vince Walters: Cookie is going to have to bake up a lot more than wedding cakes and bon bons after that one! He's gonna need some hot tea. Hell, if we're lucky, maybe even a funeral director!

Jill Matthews: Will you STOP?!

Cera pulls a weak Jarek back to his feet, at this point just toying with him. He connects with yet another kick to the gut before pushing head down under and through her legs, her arms locking under his torso for a powerbomb. Jarek, however, sees it coming and fights it off with a backbody drop. Cera jumps to her feet, fired up.. as she rushes backward against the ropes. And oddly enough, Jarek does the same. They meet in the middle, both with the same idea.. a clothesline that results in a trainwreck and temporary knockout, with Cera stirring and Whitaker simply laying there.

Vince Walters: Trainwreck inside the ring! Who will be the first back to their feet?!

Just then, we see the other half of the N.E.W Tagteam Champions and the reigning TransAtlantic Champion Shane Sparx running down the rampway with a steel baseball bat in his grasp, his Tagteam Title thrown over his right shoulder. The fans errupt with positive chants.

Vince Walters: Aghh! This guy! Everytime I see him.. it literally makes me want to puke.

Jill Matthews: He's sexy. And I have a feeling that he's about to finally get him some revenge on Cera!

Vince Walters: Why doesn't he just get over himself already?! He LOST.

Jill Matthews: Wahhhh, wahhhhhh, wahhhhhhhhhh! Shutup!

Whitaker is the first back to his feet, as he sees Shane coming out to give him a hand. Jarek smiles, Shane now leaping up onto the ring apron. Jarek turns around, pulling Cera up before placing her in front of himself - an easy target for Shane. Shane reels back with the steel bat.. before raising it up into the air. Jarek developes an "OH SHIT" expression across his face, as Shane blindsides Jarek.. clobbering him right across the skull.

Vince Walters: HOLY SHITTTTTT!!!!

Jill Matthews: W... W... Why did he do THAT?!

Vince Walters: To quote you. Wahhhhh, wahhhhhhh, wahhhhhhhhhhhh! That was probably one of the smartest things I have EVER seen Sparx do! Do I like him any better? No. Not at all.

Jill Matthews: I.. I can't believe that!

As Jarek begins to fall backward, Cera is now on her feet and jumps up to hit her XTREME SPEED! She connects with the side of Jarek's head, knocking him out, and she quickly drops down for the pin! The referee drops for the count!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Tom Davis: Here is YOOOOOUR WINNER! CERAAAAA!

Vince Walters: Damn that was BRILLIANT! But I'm STILL going to go out on a limb here and say that I'm ACTUALLY pulling for Specter to take that TransAtlantic Title home tonight!

Shane yanks his Tagteam strap off from around his shoulder before approaching the timekeeper. He grabs the other half of the Championship straps from the timekeeper, before.. strangely enough.. Ryan Elias is seen walking down the rampway with a smile on his face.

Jill Matthews: Why on EARTH is all of this happening?! I just don't get it!

Shane meets Ryan on the very bottom of the rampway, handing over the Tagteam straps to a chorus of boos from the audience.

Paramedics rush out to help a bloodied Jarek Whitaker, as it seems Cera stands in the middle of the ring, breathing heavily. She glares at Shane, who is now making his way up the rampway. Shane simply acknowledges her by flipping her off with both hands before walking away.

Vince Walters: FINALLY! IT'S ALL OVER! Team Guilty Pleasure is NO MORE! We shall all jump for joy and rejoice!

Jill Matthews: Oh dear Lord...

[Roger Wright]

Following the huge shocker within our third match of the evening (Cera/Whitaker), we are lead to the backstage area, where Shane Sparx is standing there, the baseball bat in his grasp still.

"Everybody wants to know why right now. 'Oh, Shane.. why did you turn your back on your own tagteam partner?! Everybody loves you. Everybody just loves you guys together as a team. You and Jarek had come so far together, not only as best buds but as a team. You guys waltzed right in back in August, climbed yourself up the tagteam rankings and won the tagteam straps within two months.' Pft. Yeeeeah, big deal. We climbed up the 'rankings' because there was only one team around to begin with - Merciless Demise."

"Problem is. Myself and Jarek haven't been seeing eye to eye for weeks now, and well, let's just be honest here. I did CARRY this team. I'm the reason why we even stood a chance at capturing those tagteam titles when we did. Hell, just let the records show: Who eliminated WHO from that twenty-three men battle royal two months back on Ignite?! Yet.. he believed me when I played it off as a careless act, a careless mistake. Nah. To be fair, the only careless mistake I ever made was saying 'Yes' when he had approached me to expand our friendship and work together professionally."

"You might be saying to yourself right now, 'Well Shane isn't going to have the same fanbase has he once did after that!' Yeah, well. Maybe Shane doesn't really care. Yes, I still love my fans.. they're part of the reason why I do this for a living. I strive and work hard to entertain them. But I also do it for myself, as an outlet, and the 'fans' need to realize that before there ever was a Guilty Pleasure, there was Shane Sparx. The world knew of me as a solo talent on the N.E.W roster long before there was a No Strings Attached with Lucas McCann, and long before there was a Guilty Pleasure with Jarek Whitaker."

"Given the problems we had been experiencing within the team, I ultimately had to do what I had to do. Did I want to? No. I was posted up at bars, drinking 'til my last dollar and climbing rock walls just trying to keep my mind off having to make this decision. But hey, I did it. And by doing so, I may have even done the N.E.W, as a whole.. and yes, my 'fans' a favor, by taking out a man who did nothing more than leach off of my name ; a man who couldn't had wrestled his way out of a wet paper bag on his own accord. He couldn't handle his own. That's why he lost to Cera. Yet... didn't YOU make fun of me for doing that just last week, Jarek?!"

"Consider this payback. You pulled me down until I could drown no more in that wading pool of failure. You were my career low. Not losing to K.O.P, nor losing to Cera for the first time, whether Adrien Specter had a hand in that or not. YOU were my career low. So you better believe that, at the end of the day? I'm happy about this decision. And it was with GREAT PLEASURE! That I could hand BOTH those tagteam straps off to Ryan Elias - a slap in the face to the "beloved" New Edge Wrestling owner."

"Speaking of which.. everyone wants to know. With the tagteam dead, with the Championships now vacated, what does this mean for Shane Sparx?! Does he stay with New Edge Wrestling, or does he premanently jump ship for the much lesser evil in Pugh Championship Wrestling?!"

Shane would look down at his TransAtlantic Championship, which he wore with pride around his waist.

"Well, I guess only time will tell. Good luck, ...Specter."

Shane sighed with a smile before laughing deceitfully, now walking off the set.

[Roger Wright]

Matthews: We have to go to the back, apparently there is something going on!

Walters: What the hell now, we have already had a lot of interruptions thus far!

Judas comes stumbling out of a room and slams face first into the wall. From the room emerges Andrews, in his hand is a chair. Raising it over his head he attempts to bring it down on Judas but Judas ducks, Jason only hitting the wall with the chair. With a kick to the mid section and a Snap Suplex to Andrews.

Matthews: What the heck is going on?

Walters: Andrews must not have been able to wait, and decided to attack Judas while the man was in his locker room.

Matthews: Yeah but the match hasn’t even begun yet.

Walters: Wait there is Elias on the NEWtron.

Elias: You guys want to get this started early, well your match has just begun and it is an anything goes streetfight!!!!!

Matthews: They just rung the bell and apparently this match is an all out street fight!

Walters: What a smart move! Damn I like this Elias guy even more every moment.

Grabbing Jason, Judas slams the man back first into the wall, before suplexing him again onto the concrete floor in the back stage area. Dropping down, Judas goes for the pin.
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Jason gets the shoulder up. Lifting Andrews to his feet, Judas scoops him and slams him back first onto the concrete, dropping a knee to the chest of Jason in response and again covering him up.
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Matthews: No, again Andrews got the shoulder up.

Walters: Come on Andrews, don’t let this chump get the upper hand on you!!!!

Matthews: No your not bias at all there Vince.

Charging at Andrews as the man gets to his feet, Dathan spears him through the wall back into the locker room. Once more he drops down for the pin.
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NO, out of nowhere Al Envy snatches Judas off of Andrews and syck kicks him, dropping Judas to the ground. Grabbing a nearby locker door, he swings it open and pulls Judas’ head into the locker entrance. With a sick smile Al slams the locker shut on the head of Judas and walks away.

Matthews: What the hell is going on? Al just got involved in this match with Judas!

Walters: Apparently he wants to make his presence on NEW known to his new boss!!!!! Plus he did say he was going to steal the show!

Matthews: How is that stealing the show, he just brutalized Judas, that’s all!

Crawling across the cement, Jason drags Judas out of the locker and covers him for the pin fall.
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No, Judas kicks out, Andrews slams his fist into the ground. Slowly he rises to his feet, bringing Judas to his feet as well. Hooking him, Andrews suplexes Judas through the wooden bench in the locker room!

Matthews: Judas just shattered that bench with his back!

Walters: This one is over!!!!

Covering him up, Jason goes for the pin.
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No, breaks up the pin, slamming Jason head first into the locker. Taking Jason by the hair, Israel guides the man face first into the locker two times, Jason’s forehead splitting open with the final blow.

Matthews: It looks like Israel is a little pissed over last week when Jason Andrews walked out on him in their tag team match!

Walters: Yeah and he may have just cost Andrews this match with that attack, Andrews is bleeding and Judas is back on his feet.

Grabbing Andrews by the head, Judas drags the man to his feet and hooks him around the waist. Judas hits Andrews with a German suplex, not releasing his grip and rolling over bringing the man to his feet with him. Spinning around to the front of him, Judas hooks Jason and slams him to the floor face first with The Revival of Supremacy and drops down for the pin fall.
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No, Andrews kicked out at the last second.

Back on his feet, Judas looks around the locker room, finally moving in on a steel chair. Coming back he raises it over his head to bring down on Andrews, when Jason snatches a piece of the wood from the bench and swings it into the knee of Judas, the man falling to his knee. Rolling over, Andrews gets to his knees, and slams the piece of wood across the face of Judas.

Matthews: Jason looks like he is getting a second wind.

Walters: Yeah he is and this one will be over rather soon, I can feel it.

Stumbling to his feet, Andrews grips the bat sized piece of wood in his hands and swings it down for Judas, but Judas uses the chair to block the piece of wood. Then slams the end of it into the stomach of Jason, the wood falling from Andrews Hands. With another swing Judas strikes Andrews across the head, Andrews falling back first to the ground. Dropping the chair to the ground, Judas brings Jason to his feet and again hooks him, dropping him face first into the chair with the Revival of Supremacy and rolling him over the pin.
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Matthews: Judas just won the match!!!!

Walters: NO!!!! Come on, this isn’t fair, Israel got involved.

Matthews: So did Envy! How is it any different!

Walters: Oh come on, Israel is the one who cost Andrew’s the match.

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, JUDAS DATHAN!!!!!

[Roger Wright]

Vince Walters: Great, now we have a match with these two. Wasn't Reya vs Finelli enough? Court vs Court again?

Jill Matthews: But this time it's different... this is the contendership for the Xtreme title. And Vanessa wants that championship back!

Vince Walters: She couldn't possibly defeat Finelli... compared to him, she's an amoeba!

Jill Matthews: You said the same thing about Reya, Vince... we'll see who comes out the victor. But first, here's Tom Davis with introductions!

Tom Davis: First to the ring, weighing in at 285lbs, he is the Executioner of the Court... Frank Finelli!!



As the music begins to come over the speakers, Frank Finelli walks out onto the stage. Black and gold spotlights shine down and illuminate him and the ramp leading to the ring. The crowd greets him with mostly boos as he stands there for a moment and smirks at their response to his appearance. He slowly starts to walk down the ramp, the metal plating echo's with each step of his boots as they come in contact with the ramp. When he reaches the ringside area, he ascends the steps and stands on the apron for a moment, then steps through the ropes and enters. He climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and taunts the crowd as black and gold pyro erupts from the ring posts and into the air. They continue to shower him with boos, then he hops back down to the mat and waits for his opponent.]

Tom Davis: And his adversary is none other than the Queen of the Court, weighing in at 132lbs and hailing from Puerto Rico... Vanessa!!



[The music bursts 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. As the mist dissipates, we see Vanessa reaching the ring and flipping in, raising her arms to the hysterical crowd, who chant her name. Casually unzipping her dress, Dawn moves away with it in her hands, revealing Vanessa in a black sports bra and shorts. With her manager out of the ring, V then smiles at Mr Finelli as the bell rings...]

Jill Matthews: The bell rings, and Vanessa and Frank move forward to shake hands! This is going to be a clean, decent match from both competitors!

Vince Walters: In other words, it's gonna be boring as fuck! Finelli better fucking win...

Jill Matthews: Looks like they've begun, with Vanessa hitting a high knee to Frank's stomach! As he bends over, V plays leap frog and hops over her Executioner's back, before sweeping his legs out from under him!

[Finelli slips to the ground, and Vanessa runs to the ropes, moving behind them and grabbing hold to hit a springboard senton! She then rolls away, runs at the ropes again, and jumps off of them to hit a springboard moonsault! Frank seems to flinch on the ground, but moves to his feet as V brushes herself off. Finelli runs forward to hit a strong clubbing fist, then grabs his Queen and throws her against the ropes. V bounces off and is met with a strong clothesline via Finelli!]

Jill Matthews: This is going back and forth here!

Vince Walters: Not for long! Finelli's grabbed the bitch to hit a powerful backbreaker!!

Jill Matthews: Vanessa seems to be in a bit of pain as Frank starts to drop down, but only to be met with V rolling on her back to lift her legs up and kick him in the chest!! She knocked the wind out of him!

[Finelli stumbles back as V moves to her feet, turns, and runs at him... but Frank catches her and hits a spinning neckbreaker! Vanessa is on the ground again, but Finelli is trying to catch his breath. After a few seconds, the Queen moves slowly to her feet, but Finelli meets her with a spear to the corner! He starts a series of lefts and rights, but Vanessa manages to dodge them and charges him herself! They both fall to the mat, with Vanessa on top, and now SHE starts hitting rights and lefts!]

Jill Matthews: See?! Back and forth!

Vince Walters: HA! Look at that! Finelli literally just LIFTED her off of him!!

Jill Matthews: .... and he keeps hold of her to hit a double underhook snap DDT!! Ouch! Poor V!

Vince Walters: And Finelli drops for the pin!

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Jill Matthews: Vanessa got an arm up right at the two count. She wouldn't be taken out that easily!

Vince Walters: Pffft, whatever...

[Vanessa moves to her feet warily, then glares at Finelli and jumps up for a bicycle kick! Frank stumbles slightly, and V continues forward with another firm kick to his middle, before jumping forward and slamming his head down when he doubles over, hitting a violent faceplant! Finelli lays on the ground, already moving as V scrambles to the turnbuckle and climbs it. She turns around and, as Finelli stands, Vanessa jumps off for a flying thrust kick!]

Jill Matthews: The Queen's Decree!! V just hit one of her best moves there!

Vince Walters: But Finelli fell cleanly against the ropes and pushes himself off of them to charge at the little weasel!

Jill Matthews: Weasel...?

[Vanessa is grabbed as Finelli moves to hit a running powerbomb, but she squirms enough that it's sloppy. Both competitors are on their feet again, and they bolt at each other, Frank connecting with a strong right, but Vanessa twirling and hitting a high kick into the back of her Executioner's neck! As Finelli falls forward, clutching his neck, V rubs her bruised cheek, before lurching forward and twirling to hit a reverse elbow strike into his lower back!!! Frank drops to his knees, then falls forward as V then moves once more to the turnbuckle nearby...]

Jill Matthews: Vanessa's got this now, as she's using the air to her advantage! Frank stands, and the Queen jumps off the turnbuckle with her Crowned Vengeance!

Vince Walters: Fine, I admit... the move's not bad...

Jill Matthews: Hell no it isn't! A spinning hurricanrana into a tornado DDT?! It's great! Who knows why that isn't her finisher!

[Vanessa watches in amazement as Frank slowly moves to his feet, before she grins and nods. Running forward, V hits a hard spin kick, which is met with a knee strike from a tired Finelli. He then moves forward stealthily, and he gets hold of her arm! Frank lifts her up and hits a Brainbuster Suplex, dropping her down at an odd angle then a fatal one due to his vertigo being off. Vanessa squirms around on the mat in pain, as Finelli moves to the ground for the pin. But V rolls away... yet rolls too far and actually rolls off of the ring and onto the ground!]

Vanessa: OW! SHIT!

Vince Walters: She's an idiot...

Jill Matthews: But she's OUR idiot! Now shut up Vince! She's already getting back into the ring!

[Pulling herself back onto the mat, Vanessa uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet, and suddenly sees Finelli charging towards her. Thinking quickly, V bounds forward as well and hits a Superkick!! Finelli falls back, and Vanessa then starts with her SeVerity, hitting her Executioner hard in the middle, then hits a wicked spinning heel kick!]

Jill Matthews: And Finelli is down! Vanessa used Reya Serra, her own Herald's finisher to use against her Executioner! This group really IS linked!

Vince Walters: She was lucky throughout. Her better side never even came out...

Jill Matthews: You're right for once, Vince! Vanessa didn't show her other personality, her alter ego 'the Queen' at all yet... and she won't be able, as she's dropping for a sure pin!

1...

2...

3!!

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

Vince Walters: Again... luck!!

Jill Matthews: It was skill! And we have our newest contender for the Xtreme title!! A good match and great showing from both competitors, and look! Good sportsmanship!

[Vanessa bounds back a couple of steps, before doing a small curtsy motion-- her signature victory movement. With that, she extends her hand to Finelli, who takes it and stands with his Queen's help. V gives Frank a friendly hug, before raising his arm as well as her own as the crowd cheers for them both and the scene slowly fades...]

[Roger Wright]

[Standing backstage outside of their dressing room is none other than Paxar Vega along with her very close friend and NEW Youngblood Champion Reya Serra, who is proudly wearing title around her waist.]

Paxar: I will be so glad when you beat Israel tonight, Reya. Nobody wants to see that guy hold a title...

[She looks up at the ceiling for a moment, breathing a sigh of relief when she notices nothing is hanging above them.]

Paxar: ...just like nobody wants to be under any mistletoe with him...ever...ew...

[Reya peers over at Paxar, shaking her head slightly.]

Reya: Do not be so sure of my victory before it actually happens, my friend. I may not be leaving Sydney as the Youngblood Champion, but we will see what happens when Israel and I step into the right shortly.

Paxar: Don't worry Reya! You've got this guy's number! You've kicked his butt the last two weeks. Plus, there's an old saying. Good things come in threes...

[Suddenly out of nowhere pops Vanessa, dressed in her usual wrestling attire, who links arms with Reya, flashes Paxar a friendly smile, then looks cheerily at her Herald.]

Vanessa: Hey guys! What's up?

[Paxar glares at Vanessa curiously as Reya looks down at the title around her waist.]

Paxar: I think somebody's had a little too much coffee...

[Reya smiles brightly as she looks up and over at Vanessa.]

Reya: As Vanessa can attest to, I do not think it is possible for someone to have too much coffee, Paxar...

Vanessa: Sure it is... just not me. So who's gonna be the Youngblood champ after tonight? Not Kenath, that's for sure! My Herald's gonna retain: fact. The Court's gonna look hott tonight: fact! I can't feel my elbow still... also fact...

[V holds her other elbow in irritation, still feeling the effects after what had recently happened, as Reya looks at her worriedly.]

Reya: I...I am sorry for what happened on the beach, Vanessa. Hopefully the feeling in your elbow will return soon. It may just take some time...

[Vanessa smiles warmly at Reya, leaning over to kiss her cheek affectionately.]

Vanessa: No worries, Reya. Us Court ladies are damned tough. I've had worse... I've been better. But eh... so anyway... are ya pumped?

[Reya looks down slightly as Paxar chimes in suddenly.]

Paxar: Of course she's pumped! She's gonna keep the Youngblood Title and take down that big fatty again, just like she did last week and the week before...

[Reya shakes her head somberly as she looks down at the floor.]

Reya: I am prepared to defeat Kenath Israel, but I would not say that I am pumped...

Vanessa: Ah... why?

[She holds her elbow tightly, frowning at Reya in contemplation as the sound of voices is coming closer. Reya sighs heavily as she peers over at Vanessa.]

Reya: Chip is gone...maybe for good. All I have left is my friends. I have the Youngblood Title, but I could possibly not even have that after tonight. I do not even have my past...my family...

Vanessa: *flinching* Reya... actually, I...

Voice: Do I LOOK like I want to be probed?!

[Surprised, the three women look curiously in the direction of the sound of the voice coming towards them.]

Reya: Probed? That does not sound pleasant at all...

Vanessa: I dunno, I wouldn't mi..... nevermind.

[Suddenly from around the corner comes none other than the Baddest Bitch and her manager Jen, arguing about something rather... odd.]

Jen: I'm tellin' ya Cera Bear, it ain't that bad! Ya just gotta know how ta take it...

Cera: NO! Goddamn, you have serious problems!!

Jen: I bet you'd like it, 'specially since ya had a thing with da Backdoor man o' war, ya dig?

Cera: ....dear god, Jen... YOU ARE NOT PROBING ME!!!! Do I make myself cle-

[Cera freezes when she sees Reya, Paxar and Vanessa all looking at her, and Jen smiles her sweetest smile their way, wiggling her fingers deviously at Vega.]

Paxar: Well if it isn't Cera and her little lizard loving brass knuckles stealing friend...

Reya: Paxar...

[Reya shakes her head in dismay before once again looking at Cera and Jen, one who stares hatefully at Vanessa, while the other smiles sweetly at Paxar. Cera looks over at Reya when she begins speaking...]

Reya: Hello Jen...Cera...

Jen: Aw Paxy's mad cuz I know her friend more than she does bahahaha!

Cera: Shut up Jen... and hello, Reya... still hanging with this nobody, I see...

[V glares at Cera, but says nothing as Jen grins evilly at Paxar, who shoots Cera an angry look.]

Paxar: And just who are you calling a nobody, Miss I Choked Against Aaron Abraham When The Undisputed Title Was On The Line?

[Cera slowly looks at Paxar, eyes full of malice as Reya attempts to interject, pleading with them.]

Reya: Please...do not fight...we are all friends here...

Cera: Friends?! I despise this... useless imbecile. *glances at Vanessa, then at Paxar* And your irritating friend here too!

Jen: HEY! *pouts* It's my job to be da irritating friend...

[Before Reya could speak again, Vanessa smiles once more and places a hand on her shoulder. Cera steps forward as she does this, and the two sisters are staring daggers into each other's eyes.]

Vanessa: There's no use arguing with a demon Reya.

Cera: Drop the holier than thou attitude Vanessa.

Vanessa: But... we ARE holier than THOU. *smirks*

Cera: Don't speak for Reya...

Vanessa: Better to speak for her than over her. Reya is my Herald... and good friend. You're only using her.

[Vanessa holds tighter to Reya's arm, and with a scowl Cera moves forward and grabs her other arm. Pale blue eyes stare into electric blue ones, and Jen smirks at Paxar in an almost knowing way as Paxar steps forward yelling angrily.]

Paxar: Both of you stop this right now! Reya is not some doll for you to fight over! She's...She's...She's your SISTER!

[Cera drops Reya's arm and stares at Paxar, then at Reya, who's eyes have widened in shock. Vanessa stares down for a moment, before clearing her throat and speaking quietly, also letting go of her Herald.]

Vanessa: I... I have to go meet Dawn. I'll talk to you later, Reya... keep on keeping on, sweetheart. Please...

[V gives Reya a careful kiss on the cheek, shoots Paxar a deadly look, then shoves past Cera and Jen to hurry away. Cera is standing as still as a statue, her pale eyes staring downward at the floor in furious thought. She then slams her hand into the nearby wall, gave Reya one last dark look, before hurrying off. Jen watches her friend go, then grins deviously at Paxar.]

Jen: So I'll ask it again... that is, if it runs in your blood ta betray the ones ya love...?

[With that, she bounces away cheerily, following Cera as Paxar is about to say something, turning to Reya only for Serra's name to be called to go to her match. Reya whips around, away from her friend, and hurries toward the ring for her match... leaving Paxar standing silently in the middle of the hallway as the scene fades...]

[Roger Wright]

Jill Matthews: Oh my god, I can't believe what happened. It was just revealed that Reya is the sister of Vanessa and Cera!

Vince Walters: I'm not surprised. They're all fucking weird-ass bitches in my eyes. A bible thumper, a chick who believes she's the reincarnate of a Greek goddess, and a nasty bitch who always seems to be PMSing! What a damned dysfunctional family.

Jill Matthews: The point is, how will finding out this information affect Reya's judgement in this match?!

Vince Walters: Her 'faith' will get her through it, remember? Pfft... here's Tom Davis to announce the actual winner of this match!

Tom Davis: First to the ring is a man weighing in at 385lbs and standing 6 foot 8 inches tall. Billed from Houston, Texas... he is Big K, Kenath Israel!!



[The sounds of a woman's moan roars through the arena as the lights dim down and the stage is set ablaze. Music blasts out from the audio system, and KeNath Israel slowly walks through the curtain, looking at the audience. He scowls and reaches into his trunks, pulling out a blunt and lighter. Israel then puts it in his lips and flicks the lighter to no avail. Walking to one side of the stage, he holds his head over as a blast of fire emerges mere inches from his face, lighting up the "funny" cigarette. KeNath takes a puff and blows out a large cloud of smoke before heading down to the entrance ramp. A few fans put their hands out as KeNath Israel tosses the ashes into one lucky attendant's hand. Getting to the ring, Krayzee goes to the side of it, before walking up the steps and taking another puff as he holds it in while walking towards the center of the apron. A spotlight shines down on the Big Krayzeeas he slowly makes his way to the center. Stalling for a minute, Krayzee raises his head up and forcefully blows a geyser of pot smoke into the air and smirks, waiting for Reya.]

Vince Walters: Gotta admit, the fucker knows how to make an entrance.

Jill Matthews: True. Meanwhile, Reya is about to come out as well... and I have a feeling it'll be different this time...

Tom Davis: And his opponent... weighing in at 135lbs and standing at 5'9... she is the Herald of Holiness and the Youngblood Champion herself... Reya Serra!!



[As the music starts up, snow-white pyro explodes at the entrance, and as it dissipates Reya Serra steps out. She dons a skin-tight pair of white pants and a matching top, and her friend Paxar Vega hurries out of the entrance after her, in a matching red ensemble. Serra seems to be giving Paxar the cold shoulder as they walk down the ramp, the crowd cheering ecstatically as Reya slides into the ring silently, moving to the middle and bowing her head in prayer as Kenath glares down at her. The bell rings to signify the start of the match!]

Jill Matthews: And they immediately start off with Reya going for her signature 'Reya Light', but Kenath dodges the superkick! He hits her with a strong clubbing fist! Poor Reya!

Vince Walters: HA! She's against the ropes now!

Jill Matthews: And Kenath is going for a hard kick to her stomach... but Reya dodges, and he kicks the ropes! She's running around him now!

[Serra knees Kenath in the back, and he doubles over. She backs off then, then runs forward and does a cartwheel, into a backflip kick! The crowd goes insane as Kenath drops down to his knees. Reya takes this chance to run to the nearest turnbuckle and move onto it. She stands atop, waiting as her foe gets to his feet, before jumping off for a hurricanrana, forcing Israel to the mat once more!]

Jill Matthews: Excellent showing so far by Reya!

Vince Walters: Speaking of excellent showings, Jill...

Jill Matthews: Don't go there Vince.

Vince Walters: I said show em, not for me to feel em! But if you insist...

Jill Matthews: Do I need to renew my restraining order?! Pay attention to the match, Kenath just tripped Reya up!

[Israel has now lifted Reya up to her feet, getting hold of her and hitting a strong DDT! Serra curls up on the ground, and Kenath then begins stomping on her a few times. Pulling her to her feet, he throws Reya into the corner, then runs at her. But the Herald moves out of the way in time! Kenath hits the turnbuckle as Reya steps back, flustered but serious now. Her opponent turns around, only to be met with a bicycle kick! Kenath falls back as Serra does, but the latter, twists her body and regains her balance to swing her leg round to hit a roundhouse kick! Kenath falls against the ropes, and Reya runs to them, grabbing the top and middle ones to hit a tiger feint kick! Israel falls to the ground at this, trying to catch his breath at Reya's shocking speed, only for her to make her way to the other side of the ring and run at him to hit a shining wizard!!]

Vince Walters: What the FUCK is going on here?!

Jill Matthews: Using mostly her legs, Reya just hit a bicycle kick, a roundhouse kick, a tiger feint kick, and finally a shining wizard in a shocking show of power and speed!!! That was incredible!

Vince Walters: W...what... the fuck...

Jill Matthews: Close your mouth Vince, you're letting the flies in.

Vince Walters: Better then what you let in to your mouth!

Jill Matthews: Know what Vince? Fu-... oh! Reya's dropping for the pin!

1...

2-

Vince Walters: Naturally, Israel got a shoulder up and it barely got to 2. Her little feet couldn't have possibly done much damage...

Jill Matthews: Think again! He's wobbling on his feet! But it looks like Kenath's got an idea, as he yanks poor Reya up by her hair! Choke slam by Kenath! Oh god, what's he doing now!?

Vince Walters: He's hitting a kneeling backbreaker to an implant DDT! Aka, The Shotgun! Fuck yes, Reya's screwed!

Jill Matthews: Both competitors just hit each other hard, but Kenath's got the upperhand now, as he moves to the turnbuckle! He's waiting for Reya to stand!

Vince Walters: Flying forearm smash! Right to her pretty face! HA!

[Reya falls back to the ground, but rolls away from her foe and scrambles under the ropes, grabbing them and bounding forward for a springboard 450 plancha! Kenath falls to the mat as Reya does, and they both pause for a moment to take a breather. The first to move is Reya, who hurries to the turnbuckle and climbs atop, hurriedly jumping off as her opponent stands to hit her Serra's Blessing! The tornado DDT knocks Israel down for but a moment, before he moves slowly to his feet and bolts forward to hit a vicious spear, into the corner!]

Jill Matthews: Dear god, he probably crushed her! Kenath is hitting her again and again in the corner there...

Vince Walters: There's no escape for Serra now! Israel just grabbed her and flipped her around for a spinning backbreaker!

Jill Matthews: But Kenath just climbed the turnbuckle and jumped off, only to hit the mat! His frog splash missed Reya, who moved away just in time!

[Serra stands and waits for her foe to do the same, before lurching forward and hitting her Reya Light! The force of the superkick sends Israel into the corner himself, and Reya quickly moves forward, climbing up behind him on the turnbuckle and moving forward to hit a blockbuster neckbreaker! She goes for the pin again!]

1...

2...

Vince Walters: Kickout! The bitch is persistent, I'll give you that...

Jill Matthews: Reya is stronger than she looks! Then again... she seems different tonight...

Vince Walters: Who cares? Anyway, looks like Israel decided to go for an inverted DDT!

Jill Matthews: But Reya just squirmed out of his hold!!

Vince Walters: What?! Kenath Butterfingers Israel, is what he should be called! Goddammit!

Jill Matthews: Not only that, but Reya slid down to the mat and threw her leg up to kick her opponent to the face! Very nice way to counter!

[Serra moves to the turnbuckle once more, climbing atop and waiting for Kenath to stand again to hit a missile dropkick.... but Kenath catches her, and slams her down for a faceplant! Reya clutches her bloodied lip as Israel then moves to the ropes and hits his own move, a top rope back body drop! Now he goes for the pin!]

1...

2...-

Vince Walters: WHAT?! Faulty count!!

Jill Matthews: Oh shut up Vince! She broke out in time! And has now kneed her opponent in the stomach! Yes!!

Vince Walters: Fucking... are you kidding me?!

[Reya is on her feet now, and she jumps up as Kenath stands as well, hitting a scorpion kick to his temple! Israel yells out, holding the side of his head in a dizzy way as Serra moves to his side and moves her leg around, hitting a russian leg sweep. Both go down, and Reya pops up, wiping at her lip and hurrying to the closest turnbuckle. She says a small prayer, before jumping off to hit a corkscrew somersault legdrop!!]

Vince Walters: Did I... just hear a bone crack?!

Jill Matthews: That was fantastic! Reya's going for the pin again! She won, she w- WHAT?!

Vince Walters: Yes! He just BITCH SLAPPED Reya off of him! Now he's up and rarin' to win!

Jill Matthews: He... dammit... Kenath is grabbing hold of Reya and lifts her up in a fireman's carry...

Vince Walters: C'mon sweetcheeks, more enthusiasm! Kenath just hit his K-5!! And he's dropping for the pin!

1...

2...

3!!

Vince Walters: Fuck yes!! I TOLD you!

Jill Matthews: Oh shut up Vince, it was an extremely close match with two amazing competitors! Reya showed some very unique moves and a strong fight, with Kenath right along side her with his brute strength. Even so... we've a new YB champ... but that doesn't mean Reya can't make history by regaining that title, since I sense a rematch coming!

Tom Davis: The winner via pinfall, and your NEW YOUNBLOOD CHAMPION.... Kenath Israel!!

[Suddenly out of the crowd strolls Cera, swinging her red metal baseball bat. She fingers the steel studs calmly, moving behind Kenath with her stunning speed only to slam the bat into his side. When he bends over, clutching his newly bruised ribcage, the Baddest Bitch then slams the bat down on his back and kisses two fingers, blowing a kiss towards Israel before lifting her hand in the air and snapping her fingers. Almost immediately a group of special EMTs run in and make sure the slowly stirring Reya is okay as she is sat up in the ring and taken care of. Cera puts the bat on her shoulder and quickly exits the ring, glancing back at Reya one last time, before turning and walking coldly past Paxar, to the back as the scene fades...]

[Roger Wright]

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

Jill Mathews: This looks to get good and bloody as one veteran takes on one of NEW’s rising stars.

Vince Walters: A rising star? The man is NOTHING against the Insane Icon! This is gonna be exactly like last week’s tag match. Complete and utter domination…

Tom Davis: First, making his way to the ring, the challenger. He hails from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in this morning at 211lbs. He is Mathew Carter!



An explosion on the stage proceeds the immediate hard guitar followed by drums of "Welcome to the Masquerade" by Thousand Foot Krutch. From the rafters thousands of paper masks fall, the song slowing as it nears the chorus.

Then as the chorus begins, Matthew Carter steps out from behind the NEWtron onto the entrance stage. with a smile he begins walking to the ring. Stopping periodically he slaps hands with fans and appears to yell at others.

Finally reaching the ring he rolls under the ropes and mounts the far corner, extending both of his arms as he appears to yell at the crowd, the crowd returning the favor with a chorus of mixed cheers and boos.

Jill Mathews: Carter has been very outspoken this week about our current Xtreme Champion, openly stating that Pugh needs to use weapons in order to beat him, which is why he chose to fight him in an Xtreme Rules match-up.

Vince Walters: Is this guy a moron? THE TITLE IS CALLED THE XTREME TITLE! What kind of match was he expecting?

Jill Mathews: Well maybe Mathew doesn’t need chairs to beat your precious Pugh!

Vince Walters: You’re right…he’s gonna need a lot more then that!

Tom Davis: And finally, the opponent. He hails from Athens, Georgia, weighing in at 350lbs, and representing the cRu. He is the current reigning and defending Xtreme Champion, “The Insane Icon” Ryan Pugh!



As “Ridin’ High” by Jawga Boyz plays in the PA system, the crowd immediately boo the arrival of Ryan. However, instead of walking out, he comes out running, steel chair already in his hands before he slides into the ring, swinging the chair wildly, as Carter quickly gets out of dodge. However, as Ryan looks down at Carter, Pugh simply smiles at him, before casting the chair out the ring, and motioning him to climb back in.

Jill Mathews: Well a clear statement from Pugh there.

Vince Walters: Damn right! Carter thinks Ryan needs a weapon in order to beat him, well he’s fucking wrong! And Ryan’s gonna prove it here tonight.

Jill Mathews: Well as Carter climbs back into the ring, it looks as though we’re ready to go, and it’s time to GET IT ON!

Vince Walters: See, now you’re just making it TOO easy…which is what I wish you were-AND HE’S back in the game!

DING!

As Carter and Pugh stand in the ring staring each other down, Mathew’s eyes flicker between Ryan and the steel chair he cast aside. Slowly Ryan steps back, raising his hands, almost offering Carter to go out the ring and get the chair to use it. However, Mathew swiftly moves in, delivering a harsh knee into the gut of Pugh, before grabbing his head and bringing him to the mat with a headlock takedown. Pugh quickly retorts by raising his legs and wrapping them around Carter’s head, and pulling him off. Carter however, doesn’t let up as he quickly gets his head free, before rolling to his feet and comes in running with a charging kick right into the chest of Pugh, lighting him up. As Ryan’s face contorts into a pained expression, Mathew is quick to follow up with a swift martial arts kick to the spine, before striking again at the front, knocking Pugh onto his back, and dropping down for a pin attempt.

ON-

Quickly, Pugh puts his hands under Carter, before lifting him up into the air. As Carter struggles to get free, Ryan quickly raises his legs, before throwing Mathew into the air, and catching him onto his knees, gut first.

Jill Mathews: And our Xtreme Champion showing off his strength their as Carter’s early momentum is quickly stopped.

Vince Walters: And I hope he enjoyed it while it lasted, because Ryan’s now gonna show him just how bad life becomes when you piss him off!

Quickly taking the advantage, Ryan rolls Carter off his knees before getting to his feet, before getting to his feet. As Pugh looks down at Mathew, he quickly charges at the ropes, before he comes running back, before suddenly stopping, and sitting on him with a thud. With a smile on his face, Ryan quickly gets back up again, grabbing Carter, and bringing him to his feet, before delivering a harsh Back Breaker Combo to Mathew over his knees. As Carter screams in pain, he lays on the floor, holding the small of his back as Ryan looks to the crowd, who are booing him mercilessly, before he gives them a thumbs down, and turns back to Mathew.

Vince Walters: What did I tell you, he’s just playing with him at this point. Carter’s got NOTHING on the Insane Icon, and he didn’t have to use any weapons to prove it!

Jill Mathews: I will give you Pugh has been dominant so far, but don’t assume Mathew’s out of this yet…

Vince Walters: Whatever you say Tits McGee…

Back in the ring, Ryan finally turns back to Carter, who’s slowly getting back to his feet, before suddenly Pugh grabs him around the neck. Giving the crowd a final thumbs down, Ryan brings Mathew up for a Choke Slam, but right at the last moment, Carter quickly twists his arms around Pugh’s head, and bringing his head down with a DDT. As Ryan holds his head on the mat in pain, Mathew quickly works out his next move, before running behind Pugh, climbing into his back, and locking in the STF!

Jill Mathews: CARTER LOCKS IN PACIFISM!

Vince Walters: BULLSHIT! Ryan’s just playing him, that’s all he’s doing!

Quickly pulling back on his face, Carter tries his hardest to get Pugh to tap, while Ryan fights on for dear life. Quickly seeing the ropes in front of him, Pugh immediately sets about dragging himself to the ropes, using his two free arms, before finally catching the bottom rope. As the ref begins the DQ count, Carter holds on for as long as he can, before releasing at four, and quickly getting back to his feet and backing away from Ryan, as Pugh slowly gets back to his feet. However, as Ryan turns around to face Mathew, he’s greeted with a foot to the face as Carter comes in with a Running Spinning Heel Kick, flooring Pugh, and going for another pin.

ONE…

TWO…

Jill Mathews: And a kickout from The Insane Icon…

Vince Walters: As if we were expecting a different result…

Quickly, Carter gets to his feet, looking down at Ryan before grabbing his head and pulling him back to his feet. Quickly, however, Pugh knocks Mathew’s hand away, before grabbing his head and delivering a series of punches into the face of Carter, before pushing him into the turnbuckle, before taking a few steps back and coming in with a Body Avalanche. As Mathew takes a few steps forward, clearly winded by the attack, Ryan already has his next attack planned, as he grabs him into the Double Arm DDT position, before bringing him up for a Double Arm Ball Breaker, before going for a pin of his own.

ONE…

TWO…

Jill Mathews: Kickout from Carter!

Vince Walters: Why does he keep delaying the inevitable?

As Ryan quickly gets to his feet, Carter quickly follows, his legs slightly bowed from that last attack, as Pugh comes in with a harsh chop across the chest of Mathew. As Carter cries out in pain, he quickly retorts with his own, across the chest of Ryan, who also calls out in pain, before delivering another shot of his own. The pair continue to go back and forth, lighting up each other’s chests, not willing to give an inch. Finally, Ryan pulls back, before delivering a harsh chop, but Carter quickly ducks under it, before jumping into the air and striking out with a standing dropkick, knocking Ryan back into the ropes. And as Ryan comes back, Carter jumps in the air, attempting an RKO, but Pugh is quick to push him away to the mat, before Mathew quickly rolls back to his feet, and the pair stare each other down once again.

Jill Mathew: Carter mere seconds before locking in The Wrong Stuff, and continuing the damage he’s already caused to Ryan’s neck.

Vince Walters: But once again, Pugh is always one step ahead, knocking Mathew down a peg or two…

Quickly the men are back to their feet as they both come charging at each other, both going for a shoulder tackle, before Ryan lucks out, using his weight advantage to bring Carter crashing down onto the mat, before running at the ropes, before he comes rolling it, going for a Pugh Bomb, and crushing Mathew underneath him. Slowly, Ryan gets back to his feet, grabbing the flattened Carter, and pulling him up into the Crucifix Powerbomb position, looking for a Pugh Bomb into the turnbuckle, However, as he starts running, Mathew wiggles free, landing on his feet, and just as Ryan turns around to look at him, delivers a harsh superkick right into the face of Ryan, flooring him once again, before Carter drops down for a pin.

ONE…

TWO…

TH-

Vince Walters: KICKOUT FROM RYAN PUGH, YOUR NEW XTREME CHAMPION!!!!

Jill Mathews: Going into full “fanboy” mode I see?

As Carter quickly gets to his feet, Ryan on the other hand slowly rolls out the ring and to his feet, holding his head in pain from the kick he just suffered, before looking down at the chair on the floor that he cast aside. While he’s thinking about it, Mathew is still in the ring, running over to the ropes, before getting Pugh’s attention, and going for a springboard cross body block, knocking both men to the floor. Slowly Carter gets back up, grabbing Ryan, before bringing him to his feet, before suddenly Pugh pushes him back, before running in with a pump kick, taking Carter off his feet.

Jill Mathews: Brutal pump kick from Pugh there.

Vince Walters: Almost took Mathew’s head off, and it’s a shame it didn’t!

Looking down at Carter, Pugh quickly grabs his head, picking him up into the Crucifix Powerbomb position once again, except this time, using his strength to launch Carter back into the ring with a Pugh Bomb, gliding between the ropes to bring him down with a thud as Ryan slowly climbs in after him, before going for a pin of his own.

ONE…

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Jill Mathews: ARM UP BY CARTER!

Vince Walters: Oh, and you call ME a fanboy! Hypocrite…

Ryan slowly gets up, looking at Carter, his anger clearly showing on his face as he gets to his feet, before grabbing Mathew and bringing him up into his arm, cradling him in preparation for the Sell Out. However, Carter quickly comes to life, hooking Ryan’s neck, before twisting and pulling him in for a small package pin attempt.

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Jill Mathews: Kickout from Ryan!

Vince Walters: WHAT? THAT’S CHEATING! YOU’RE SUPPOST TO ACCEPT YOUR SELL YOU LIKE THE REST OF US!!!

Quickly both men roll to their feet once again, clearly tired by the battle, before they step forward, before they both begin punching each other, waiting for either to give under the pressure…

Jill Matthews: Pugh is pushing back on Carter and he has him set for a suplex.

Vince Walters: What a brutal Suplex and perfectly executed by Ryan Pugh.

Grabbing a chair, Ryan throws it into the ring and climbs in. Standing back he waits for Matthew to get to his feet, raising it over his head, Pugh brings it down, but Carter rolls out of the way and hits Pugh with the Wrong stuff in the middle of the ring. Rolling him over Carter goes for the pin.
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Jill Matthews: I thought it might be over right there, but Pugh got the arm up at the last moment.

Vince Walters: Yeah there is no way that Matthew is going to win with a lame ass failed Wright Stuff.

As Carter leans down to grab Pugh, Ryan slams him in the head with a the chair that lay next to him. Carter falling back first into the corner. Quickly pugh is on his feet and charging Matthew with the chair. Carter pulls himself to his feet and kicks up in the air kicking the chair into Pugh's face. Rushing forward he grabs the man and runs up the ropes, hitting him witht he fight or flight, Ryan's face slamming into the steel chair. Quickly he goes for the cover.
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JIll Matthews: Carter just got the win, he just beat Ryan Pugh.

Vince Walters: What the hell just happened?

Jill Matthews: Ryan's attempt to use that chair at the end backfired, and Carter again stole a win from Ryan!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, and the new NEW Extreme Champion!!!! MATTHEW CARTER!!!!!

Vince Walters: No damnit no!!!!!

Jill Matthews: Oh this celebration is going to be short, Pugh is on his feet, that chair in hand, and no!!!! he just hit Carter across the back with it.

Vince Walters: Well Carter may have won but Pugh is beating him senseless with that chair in the middle of the ring and he just took the title from him.

Jill Matthews: What the hell? Pugh just walked off with the Extreme title and Carter in the middle of the ring out cold after that brutal assault with the chair!

[Roger Wright]

The shot opens to show Adrien in his locker room, mentally preparing himself for the ladder match with Sparx later that night. He calms himself as suddenly there’s a knock on the door.

Adrien Specter: Yes?

Slowly the door opens as Vanessa walks in, her face with a hint of sadness as she enters the roon. Slowly Adrien looks up at her entering.

Adrien Specter: Hello Darling...

Vanessa: Hey Adrien...

She gives a weak smile as Adrien stand up and walks over to her, before kissing her lightly.

Adrien Specter: you ok?

Vanessa frowns slightly and rubs the back of her neck tiredly, nodding slightly.

Vanessa: Yes... I'll be alright. All these new revelations are hitting me at once haha

Adrien Specter: Anything you want to tell me about?

She smiles once again

Vanessa: Nah... although you should know, my King... that our Herald is now literally 'family'... ha...

Adrien Specter:...excuse me?

Vanessa: Yeah... Reya, apparently, is my sister. Then again, I'm not sure... the entirety of it. But...

She laughs weakly

Vanessa: At least I've a sister who doesn't loathe me...I hope...

Adrien Specter: Reya adores you, and I doubt this...revelation...is going to change that.

Adrien smiles, before Vanessa returns the grin and wrapping her arms around his neck lovingly.

Vanessa: You're right. I shouldn't worry... just as you shouldn't.

Adrien Specter: I'm not worried...actually, I wanted to ask what you thought of the new face, seeing as Wright plans for me to destroy it in a ladder match tonight.

Vanessa smiles as she shakes her head playfully.

Vanessa: You won't need to worry about that. I know you have it in you to bring more gold to the Court, as our King only can.

Adrien Specter: You've that much faith in a man who's not wrestled in three weeks?

Vanessa: I'll always have faith in you, even if it's buried a little deeper...

Slowly she raises her hand to his face, stroking it softly.

Vanessa: ...And no matter how you look.

Adrien slowly rubs his head against her hand, enjoying the sensation.

Adrien Specter: Very well, my love. I shall show your faith is not misplaced

She smiles dreamily at him, before looking around as the stagehand comes to the doorway.

Stagehand: Mr. Specter, you’re needed by the entranceway...

Vanessa: Sounds like they're calling you to the ring. Good luck

Adrien takes her hand before kissing it lightly, before making his way to the door.

Vanessa: Oh... and Adrien?

Adrien turns to look at Vanessa, a small smile on his lips.

Adrien Specter: yes?

Vanessa smiles at him and does a small playful curtsy, before staring into his eyes warmly.

Vanessa: My King... I accept. My answer is yes.

Adrien looks at her for a moment, before out to the hallway where he's being beckoned by the stagehand. Quickly he runs back into the room, grabbing Vanessa and kissing her passionatly, before slowly breaking away.

Adrien Specter: I...kinda got something to deal with, but we'll talk more once I've won the title, k?

Vanessa: I look forward to it.

She grins as Adrien steals one more kiss, before running out towards the stage. She watches him leave before pulling out her cell, and putting it to hear ear as the shot slowly fades to black.

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Trans Atlantic Championship!!!!! Introducing first, the challenger, from Brighton England, weighing in at 175 pounds, ADRIEN SPECTER!!!!!



Adrien walks out from the back as the crowd welcomes him warmly. He makes his way down to the ring, before climbing into the ring and raising his arm to the crowd in acknowledgement. Slowly, he climbs up on the turnbuckle, before seating himself upon it, and waiting for his opponent to come to the ring.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, he is the NEW Trans Atlantic Champion!!!!! From Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 245 pounds, SHANE SPARX!!!!!



Stepping out from the back stage area, Shane wears a big smile and begins to strut down to the ring, stopping periodically to talk to fans and slap hands. Around his waist is the NEW Trans Atlantic Championship.

Matthews: Here we go, Adrien Specter VS Shane Sparx for the NEW Trans Atlantic Title, in a ladder match none the less.

Walters: Yeah a match picked by Shane, and agreed to by Specter.

Matthews: The ref has hooked the belt and it is being raised up over the ring, and this one is about to get going.

Walters: There is the bell Jill and this thing is under way.

Circling each other in the ring, both men stare at each other, swatting at each other hands. Finally the both move to go for the collar elbow tie up, but Sparx spins around behind Specter, getting him in a reverse waist lock. Throwing an elbow, Specter catches Sparx in the side of the head, Sparx stumbling away, Specter throwing himself into the air hitting Sparx with a spinning back heel kick that plants Sparx face first down on the ring.

Matthews: Specter using his speed to get the upper hand. That was a brutal kick and Specter is already on the outside getting a ladder.

Walters: Yeah but Sparx is pulling himself to his feet.

Holding the ladder up Specter moves towards the ring, Sparx reaching over the top rope and grabbing the top of the ladder and slamming it into the top rope, the ladder bouncing back into the face of Specter, and causing him to drop it and fall back into the ringside railing. Grabbing the top rope, Sparx leaps over the top and hits Specter with cross body block, causing the barrier around the ring to break, the two men spilling into the crowd.

Matthews: This has gotten crazy and out of control fast. Sparx has a chair from a kid and is raising it over his hand.

Walters: What crushing force that was, and that chair is bent at nearly a 45 degree angle.

Grabbing Specter around the head, Sparx brings him to his feet, throwing Specter back first into the steel steps, the steps spilling all over the place. Moving in Sparx grabs a ladder from the outside, and slides it into the ring, turning back around he looks at Specter who isn’t moving and slips into the ring.

Matthews: Sparx is setting up the ladder and I think he plans to end this match right now.

Walters: There he goes, Sparx is climbing the ladder.

Matthews: Wait Specter is crawling into the ring, his hand on the bottom of the ladder.

Walters: NO!!!! He is making the ladder rock, more and more with each push, this is going to be bad.

Matthews: There it goes, Sparx was nearly at the top and there goes the ladder and Sparx just slammed through the Spanish announce table!!!!!

Walters: Yeah and both men are out, Specter is barely moving and I think Sparx might be dead after that 20 plus foot fall through that announce table!

Grabbing the bottom rope of the corner, Adrien pulls himself into the corner, then uses the middle rope to pull himself to a seated position. Finally he reaches up grabbing the top rope and pulls himself to his feet, immediately turning his attention to the ladder and setting it up. Slowly through the pain Specter begins to climb the ladder, his eyes fixated on the Belt that hangs from the rafters.

Matthews: Specter’s on the third rung, and Sparx is back in the ring.

Walters: MY GOD!!!!! Sparx just grabbed Specter by the tights and pulled him off catching him in the air and landing a neck breaker!

Using the ropes, Sparx pulls himself to his feet and stumbles around for a second, then takes a step forward, Specter reaching out at the last moment, tripping Sparx, the mans head smashing into the bottom rung of the ladder, and through it.

Matthews: Sparx just broke the bottom rung of that ladder with his face!

Walters: I...

Matthews: Wait!!! Are you speechless? There is a first time for everything.

For a while both men lay in the ring not moving, and then finally they both stir, Sparx with a trickle of blood pouring from his forehead. First to his feet is Specter, who folds up the ladder and slips it through the bottom rope, creating a bridge between the railing and the apron of the ladder. As he turns around, Sparx greets him with a rake to the eyes, and a drop kick that sends Specter over the top rope and back first into the ladder he just made a bridge out of.

Matthews: Sparx just slipped out of the ring, and a series of elbows to the chest of Specter as he lays across that sinister looking ladder bridge.

Walters: Yeah this is not a position that anyone would want to be in.

Landing one last elbow, Sparx reaches over the railing and grabs a chair that a fan is sitting in. Folding it up he raises it over his head, and brings it down, but Specter rolled off the ladder and out of the way. The intense force of the chair slamming into the ladder forcing Sparx to drop the chair and shake out his hands. Seeing his opportunity, Specter musters all his energy and rushes forward, his right leg stepping up onto the ladder and Specter throwing himself into the air, slamming his right elbow into the face of Sparx, the man slamming back first into the ring post.

Matthews: Sparx may have broken something, hell he might even have a concussion after the way his head bounced off the steel post

Walters: Specter may be about to win this match, he has another ladder and is coming around the ring with it.

Coming around the post, Specter takes the ladder and slings it as best he can like a baseball back, slamming it into the chest of Sparx as the man sits upright against the ring. Slipping the ladder under the bottom rope, Specter slips in after it and then begins to set it up in the middle of the ring, as he unfolds it he finds the ladder is bent and won’t open right.

Matthews: I think he bent the ladder when he slammed it into Sparx on the outside, and he may need to find another one!

Walters: Yeah and so does Specter.

Outside Specter grabs another ladder and slips it under the ropes and this time sets up the ladder right below the belt. Slowly he begins to climb up the ladder, but behind him Sparx manages to get into the ring and begins climbing the rungs right below him. Finally reaching Specter, the two men come to a stop nearly at the top of the ladder. Both men begin to exchange blows, Sparx getting the upper hand, hooking Specter’s head, and then he flings the two of them off the ladder.

Matthews: Call an ambulance!!!!!!

Walters: What the hell did we just see?

Matthews: Sparx just suplexed Specter off of the that ladder, and both of them went outside of the ring beyond the ropes, and snapped that ladder that Specter set up like a bridge in Half!!!!!!!

Walters: Neither man is moving, this looks bad, very bad.

Matthews: Someone call an ambulance!!!!!

Walters: Wait, I think Sparx just rolled over.

Crawling under the bottom rope, Sparx manages to get back to his feet, glancing back to see Specter struggle to roll off the remains of the ladder. Repositioning the ladder in the middle of the ring, Sparx places his hands on the rungs, and slowly begins to climb it, the pain clear on his face.

Matthews: Specter is back in the ring, and Sparx is only a few rungs up the ladder.

Walters: Yeah and Specter is going up the other side of the ladder after him, neither of them are moving with any kind of speed.

Matthews: I can’t believe either of them is moving at all right now!

Nearing the top, Sparx reaches up for the belt but it is just beyond his fingers. One more rung and Sparx gets his hands on the title. From the other side of the ladder Specter reaches up and grabs the title as well. With their free hands, both men begin to swing at each other, Specter kicking the ladder away as he lands a right on Sparx’s face. But Sparx manages to hold onto the title, and both men are dangling in the air holding the title.

Matthews: They both are grasping the title, and both of them are kicking each other, one of them is going to have to let go eventually.

Walters: I can’t even believe either of them have the strength to hold onto the belt.

Wrapping his legs around Specter’s waist, Sparx slams his head into the face of Adrien. But Specter doesn’t even hesitate, he releases his right hand and punches Sparx right in the face. Immediately Sparx uses his right hand to try and pry the left hand of Specter off of the title. But Specter does not let go. Once more Sparx head butt’s Specter, but Specter lower’s the crown of his head, into the oncoming jaw of Sparx, and suddenly both men are falling, the title falling with them.

Matthews: Wait a minute!!!!!

Walters: Who pulled the title off?

Matthews: I don’t know but they are ringing the bell in the ring, and this one is over.

Walters: The ref is over at the bell desk and is looking at the replay, but what does he see.

On the NEWtron flashes the last moments of the match, both men fighting it out hanging from the belt, kicking at each other, puniching with their free hands.

Matthews: Wait it look like Specter is the one who pulled the title off the hook.

Walters: No it was Sparx, look it is in Shane's hand at the last moment.

Matthews: Wait here comes Roger Wright, and he is making his way down to the ringside and now is conferring with the referee.

DING DING!!!!

Tom Davis: Ladies and gentleman, your winner of this match, ADRIEN SPECTER!!!!!

Walters: NO!!!! Roger just came out here and screwed Shane Sparx, Sparx won this he won the damn match!

Matthews: I saw it differently Vince, Specter won this match and why would Roger screw Sparx when he hates Specter!!!!!

Walters: He didn't want Sparx going to PCW with and NEW title, that's why!!!!

[Roger Wright]

As Adrien holds the title in his hands, rolling around on the mat in both pain and ecstasy, he quickly gets to his feet before running over to the crowd barrier, climbing over and holding the title up with the fans.

Jill Mathews: Adrien said this match-up meant a lot to him, and you can clearly tell as he celebrates here with the fans.

Vince Walters: Well, I’ll be honest, I may not like the guy, but at least the title isn’t going to PCW with that traitor…

Jill Mathews: Oh don’t be like that! Shane came out here and proved why he’s held that title for three months. He’s shown why he was a champion the TA title could be proud of.

Vince Walters: What, and he just thought he was taking it with him? Well I’d hate to break it to him, but NEW has more than enough skill and talent to take that title off him…unfortunately it had to be Adrien who did it, but that’s beside the point…

Quickly, Adrien turns his attention back to the ring, where Sparx is on his knees, looking dejected at the loss of his title. Slowly, Adrien begins to climb back over the crowd barrier, before climbing into the ring and looking down at Shane.

Vince Walters: $5 says he smacks him with the title…

Jill Mathews: Will you have a little faith in people?

Vince Walters: Faith…in Adrien Specter? I think Hell would freeze over first…

Slowly, Shane looks up at Adrien, before Specter slowly offers him his hand. Looking at the arm, before looking to Adrien, Sparx slowly extends forward, before smacking his hand away in disgust, as he quickly rolls out the ring and demands a mic as the crowd begin to boo him.

Jill Mathews: Well that’s just Shane being a sore loser…

Vince Walters: What did I tell you?

Shane Sparx: I’ve only one thing to say, and that’s Fuck you Adrien, Fuck that title, and FUCK NEW EDGE!

The crowd begin to boo as Shane drops the mic before flipping the bird to the crowd as he makes his way up the ramp way, before suddenly Adrien asks for a mic.

Adrien Specter: SHANE! Shane, stop for a moment…I think we forgot something…

Sparx stops half way up the ramp, before turning to look at Adrien to see what he wants, as Adrien puts his newly won title over his sholder, before raising the mic to his lips with a smile.

Adrien Specter: Naa naa naaaaaa naa…

The crowd laugh as Shane turns back up the rampway, looking pissed as the audience joins in with the chant.

Adrien Specter and Crowd: Naa naa naaaaaaa naa…

Shane turns back once more before calling out “FUCK YOU!” to Adrien.

Adrien Specter and Crowd: HEY HEY HEY!

Finally Sparx turns to the ramp, before walking out of sight.

Adrien Specter and Crowd: GOOOOODBBBBYYYYEEE!!!

The crowd cheers in approval one last time as Adrien drops the mic and raises the title belt in the air to the crowd one last time. There Adrien stands in triumph as the new NEW TA champion, the fans cheering him. But out of the crowd comes Al Envy, and over the rail he goes and into the ring. Turning Specter around Envy delivers a syck Kick to the face of Specter, then picks him up and hits a GBE. Leaning down he grabs the TA title and smiles, before draping it across the chest of Specter.

Jill Mathews: And in the aftermath of that brutal TA title ladder match, we lose an asshole, and gain a new champion, and then gain another asshole. question is, will our main event be just as eventful?

Vince Walters: Well I can tell you one thing, they’re gonna go at it tooth and nail like these two did, as my boy Aaron Abraham defends his undisputed title against Matt Slater.

Jill Mathews: Your Convicted main event, it coming up next…

The shot quickly changes to a preview of the Main Event, as Adrien makes his way to the back.

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is the main event of the evening, and is for the NEW Undisputed World Title. Introducing first, he is the challenger, from Manchester England, weighing in at 230 pounds, MATT SLATER!!!!!



Darkness consumes most of the arena except for the entrance as the crowd boo loudly, blue and white strobe lights circling around in stationary motion as "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage plays over these dreary scenes. Soon enough the lights scatter and spread across the shadowed tiers of the arena in rhythm, an array of pyrotechnics shooting off as the song reaches its metal opening. As fog rolls from the entrance way and down the ramp, Matt Slater walks out slowly from behind the curtain, bearing a stoic expression on his face. He slowly walks onto centre stage and stands relaxed with his head bowed, listening to the repetitive drum and bass chords that resound from the speakers. Slowly raising his head up, Slater exhales slowly, taking a methodical stride down the ramp without rushing as he walks through the fog, the lights sweeping all around him that create an atmospheric scene one can only truly experience live in the arena.

After a while of walking, Slater reaches the ringside area and uses the stairs to ascend onto the apron, walking alongside it slowly as he brushes his hand across the ropes. Looking around momentarily with pure loathing, Slater steps through the ropes and graces across the ring, walking to the far turnbuckle and mounting its formations. Slater glances out at the crowd without raising his arms or doing any kind of gesturing motion, simply surveying those who boo his presence. After a short while Slater climbs down and walks back to the center of the ring, ready and willing to take on his opponent without showing them any gratification or his patented smirk.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, he is the NEW Undisputed Champion, from Camden New Jersey, weighing in at 228 pounds, AARON ABRAHAM!!!!!



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.

Matthews: Here we go Vince, the big one on the line and two of the biggest names in this company fighting for it.

Walters: No doubt, and this should be a good one for sure.

Matthews: There’s the bell and it’s underway, and as expected from these two men, they are locked up in the middle of the ring.

Twisting out of the collar elbow tie up, Abraham puts Slater into a hammerlock, Slater quickly countering into a hammer lock of his own. Quickly Abraham counters by putting Slater into a headlock, Slater moving the man to the ropes and sending him across the ring, dropping Abraham with a shoulder block on his return. Bouncing off the ropes, Slater leaps over Abraham and on the return is dropped with an arm drag by Abraham, Both men bouncing to their feet.

Matthews: Classic wrestling at it’s best right there.

Vince: You mean boring wrestling at it’s best.

Locking back up, Abraham takes the advantage with a knee thrust to the stomach of Slater. Driving him back with a European uppercut, Abraham stays on the attack, hitting a drop kick that slams Slater back first into the corner. As Abraham reaches in for Slater, Matt grabs him and turns him around slamming Abraham back first into the corner, quickly delivering a series of left’s and rights to Abraham.

Matthews: Slater is taking it to Abraham now, he has the man in a bad position right now.

Walters: He does, but here comes Abraham with a series of moves off of counters to Slater’s blows and now he is driving Slater out back and out of the corner.

Following a left, Abraham kicks Slater in the stomach and snap DDT’s him in the middle of the ring, rolling him over and going for the pin.
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Matthews: he just stomped the hand of Slater and with out a doubt he will be looking to wear that arm down for the triple A clutch.

Walters: No doubt and there he goes, wrenching that arm back around his ankle, and now he just dropped a short knee to the forearm of Slater.

Holding down Matt’s arm, Abraham raised his legs into the air and slammed his knee down on the arm of Slater, Matt recoiling the arm quickly. Bringing Slater to his feet, Abraham hooked him and snap suplexed him in the middle of the ring, again taking his right arm and this time stomping it in the fore arm.

Matthews: He is really working that arm over.

Walters: Yes he is, and now he has Slater in the corner, and that arm wrapped around the top rope.

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Matthews: This could be it, he has that arm bar locked in and Slater is clearly in pain.

Walters: he got the rope, Slater got the bottom rope and the ref is calling for Abraham to break the hold, which he did at the count of four.

Grabbing his foot, Abraham pulled Slater away from the ropes and twisted around the right arm for the Triple A clutch, but Slater snagged the tights of Abraham, pulling him down for a quick roll up.
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Matthews: Abraham seems to be gaining control of this match, and once more is going to work on that arm of Slater.

Walters: More knee drops to the arm, and now his just stomped it again, things are not looking good for Slater at all.

Bringing Slater to his feet, Abraham forces Slater’s arm behind the mans back, and slams him to the matt, his back landing on the right arm. Stepping back Abraham stalks Slater as the man tries to rise to his feet. Just as Slater turns, Abraham charges in, but Slater sees him coming, and drop toe holds him, and slaps on an ankle lock on Abraham.

Matthews: What a counter, but Slater is having a hard time twisting that ankle with his right arm.

Walters: all that damage that Abraham has done to the arm is really playing a roll in this match now, and Abraham just rolled over and countered the ankle lock.

Stumbling back, Slater gets his bearings and moves in on Abraham, but Abraham snatches Slater dropping him to the matt by his right arm, and locking in an arm bar cross face, Slater using his left hand to try and reach the ropes.

Matthews: Another submission hold and Slater is again in pain, Abraham pulling back hard on that right arm.

Walters: And Slater just got the bottom rope and again Abraham as to break the hold.

Matthews: Yeah but he just pulled Slater away from the ropes and there it is Triple A Clutch, he has it locked in right in the middle of the ring.

Walters: But Slater won’t tap, he won’t tap out!!!!!

Matthews: He just tapped, this match is over, Slater just tapped out to the Triple A Clutch!!!!!

Walters: Can you blame him, after all the pain he has gone through!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, and still NEW Undisputed Champion, AARON ABRAHAM!!!!!!!

Walters: There it is, Aaron Abraham has retained the title!!!!

Standing in the middle of the ring, Aaron raises the title over his head as the NEW logo flashes across the bottom of the screen and the scene fades to black.