The Court vs The cRu

[Ryan Pugh]

Vanessa, Reya and Frank represent the Court as they take on Pugh, Stylez and Wright as they represent The cRu!


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[Roger Wright]

LEAVING THEM WITH NOTHING

Johnny: Dood, the party is raging downstairs and you want to come up here?

Roger: You really think I am going to let that piece of shit Ryan have any of this?

Both Roger and Johnny marched up the steps of the NEW building, reaching the top floor and pushing open the stairwell door. Behind them Pugh emerged with a look of annoyance on his face and drink in his hands.

Pugh: Come on man, there’s bitches downstairs, there’s drinks in the hands of everyone and you want to come up here to your old office?

Roger: Don’t worry, we will party, we will drink, and at the end of the night NEW will be no more. But for now I have a few things I want to take care of.

Pushing open his office door, Roger flipped on the lights and looked around, everything the way he last remembered it. Walking slowly Roger moved around behind the desk and took a seat in the plush leather chair. Both Johnny and Pugh watching on with a look of curious interest.

Roger: I want it all, we are taking all of this back with us.

Johnny: The desk and chair?

Roger: That’s the plan.

Pugh: Need I mind you now that you own half of PCW you can buy a new chair and desk. Besides, who the hell is going to carry this shit out while there is a party going on downstairs?

Roger: I don’t really give a shit. All I know is Ryan Elias will not be walking away with anything, it wasn’t enough to sale him an empty company. No I want more, and the start of that is me taking all of my shit.

Leaning back in the chair Roger looked out the window, the lights of the party downstairs having spilled out of the building. Smiling, Roger turned back around in the chair.

Roger: I’m thirsty.

Johnny: It’s about damn time.

Pugh: Hell yeah, let’s drink and fuck some bitches.

Standing up, Roger and the other two men strode out of the office, making their way back down the steps. As the three men moved down the steps, the three reached the bottom and burst through the door as the party raged. The music blasted as the women and men drank, Roger immediately snatching a drink for himself. Pugh and Johnny all taking off in their own directions.

Woman: Well don’t you look delicious.

Roger: Excuse me?

Too his left, a blonde woman stood, smile on her face. The dress she wore accenting her features.

Woman: You look delicious, that blonde hair, those blue eyes, I could just eat you up.

Roger: Well how about you don’t.

Roger turned away from the woman and moved toward the party, but she didn’t give up so easily. Instead following him, ever tapping his shoulder trying to get his attention.

Woman: Do you not like women?

Roger: Oh I love women, just not women like yourself. I have this thing called taste, and standards.

In a huff the woman flipped her hair back and turned away from Roger. Her ass wagging as she walked away, Roger wearing a smile on his face.

Johnny: Did you really just turn her down? Damn man that was a fucking nice piece of tail.

Roger: three words, High Fucking Maintenance. Besides I’ve seen that bitch before, and she likes to hand with Ryan. No doubt he is trying to get back at us after fucking him and the NEW over.

Loud screams pulled Roger and Johnny’s attention to the left as Ryan Pugh was jumping up onto a table with a drink in hand. Half dancing he swung his hips as the women all screamed and yelled.

Pugh: I am the Southern Sex Symbol ladies. Ain’t no one here who can resist all this sexy!!!!

Pugh ripped off his shirt and swung it over his head, flipping it into the crowd of women who cheered for him. The woman who caught it holding it close to her face and breathing in a deep breath before she let out a large guttural scream.

Roger: Oh I got a fucking an idea. You took the court’s titles, I destroyed the NEW, but that wasn’t enough.

Moving away Roger climbed onto a nearby table, the women turning to him and letting out screams. Swallowing what remained of his drink, Roger discarded it to the side, the glass shattering all of the place.

Roger: Let’s make this a real party, one that no one will ever forget. When people ask who throws the best parties, you will tell them that it was Roger fucking Wright.

Dropping down off of the table, Roger grabbed a bottle of alcohol and took a large swig before throwing it against the wall. Everyone around letting out screams as they began to smash windows, breaking tables, one man throwing a plant out of the glass doors of the front of the building.

Roger: Show the NEW what we think of it, how much we care about what is left!

Another man grabbed a plant, his intention clear, but Ryan stopped him, snatching it from the mans hands.

Pugh: Not this one, I am fond of it.

Johnny: Where the hell did Roger go?

Woman: He went up the stairs!

The group all began to file into the stairway and elevators. Finally reaching the top floor, they found Roger in his old office. There he sat in the chair, behind his desk.

Johnny: Having second thoughts?

Roger: No, was just waiting for some help.

Standing up Roger signaled for a few people to help him as they grabbed the heavy oak desk and shoved it out of the top floor window. Then came the chair, and the book case, all of it slamming to the ground outside of the building, Ryan Pugh having to dodge it as he moved towards the limo with his plant firmly grasped in his arms.

Pugh: What the Fuck!!!!!?

Looking up, Pugh rushed for the limo as a flat screen TV came flying out of the window and crashing to the ground. Upstairs Roger and Johnny grabbed the paintings off the walls, throwing them out of the window. People from the party began to get worked up, moving to other offices, throwing items out of the windows. From the ground Ryan watched as desk, TV’s, chairs, all of it came flying out of windows and smashing to the ground.

Roger: Floor by floor, we tear this thing down, we destroy everything that this company stood for. In a few days we destroy the court, destroy Vanessa, the longest reigning member of the company, and everything that NEW stood for, everything will be gone, only a true shell remaining.

Johnny: Just like Ryan Elias, those asshats won’t even know what hit them.

Floor by floor the group went, Ryan Pugh joining them as the night passed. They destroyed the rooms, destroyed the furniture and everything in the building, leading to the party spilling to the outside of the building. Music blasted from the cars as the women danced, the men drank. At the foot of the building stood Johnny, Roger, and Ryan. Looking up at the broken windows, the NEW sign on the side of the building tilted to the side.

Man: Set it a blaze!

Roger, Johnny and Pugh all turned to see the party goers setting a pile of the wood from the furniture a blaze. The three men all looked at each other with a look of knowing in their eyes.

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Scalding hot; it fell over my skin like fire raining down. The blazing water made it's way slowly...very slowly... down my bare chest, trailing around my breasts and over the sensitive skin. Lifting my face to the showerhead, I let my hands wander down, traveling over the moist porcelain skin of my stomach as a sigh escaped my parted lips. It was a completely impure kind of bliss.

The sound of a door slamming snapped me from my thoughts, as my eyes opened and blinked a few times. Turning my head towards the sound, my hair dripping as I turned off the faucet, I threw open the curtain and felt a rush of cold hit my body, and stiffened. The damned cold air was affecting my body... even with the warm steam filling the bathroom. Moving my hand slowly to my neck, I bent my head slightly to the side and stared dully around. Eyeing my towel hanging from a hook, I let out a breath and stuck my lower lip out in a pout as I grabbed it and began drying myself, letting the material pass over every curve.

Wishing I could go back in the shower, despite having taken around thirty minutes for this one, I dried off as much as possible and reached for my clothes, but paused to find a certain portion of my... intimate apparel... missing. Frowning, I looked around the bathroom, still stark naked, scowled and wrapped the towel around myself as I slammed the bathroom door open.

"Dammit Dawn, did you seriously steal my panties ag-...."

I was met with four pairs of eyes. Dawn, looking amused, spoke up first. "Your teammates are here."

"Oh thanks for the late fucking notice Titanic Tits!" Came my snappy reply as my manager started snickering. Facing me were Frank Finelli, eyes staring right at me with slightly raised eyebrows, Reya Serra, who was bright red and staring downward, and Paxar Vega, who had been staring blankly at me before giggling at my name for Dawn. Finelli cleared his throat, still unable to take his eyes off of me.

"My Queen... we're here to plan for our match, and to keep abreast-... ah, I mean... up to date... with the situation this week..."

"...stop laughing Dawn!" Glaring at my manager, who had now dissolved into giggles, I pointed at her and stomped my foot in frustration. "It isn't funny!"

And then my towel fell off...

Finelli's eyes widened considerably, and Paxar pounced forward to cover Reya's, as she stared at me in shock. Meanwhile Dawn started laughing even harder, holding her stomach as she doubled over from the hysterical giggling. Fucking crazy Irish sluts... god dammit. I slowly bent down and picked up my towel, glancing up to see Frank with a slight smirk on his face. A slight blush rose on my cheeks and I hurriedly wrapped the towel around myself, grabbed some clothes, and scrambled back to the bathroom. If Adrien ever found out about that... fuck.

After finally getting some clothes on, I strolled back out of the bathroom with a sheepish smile, only to find Reya scolding Paxar and Dawn rubbing her now reddened cheek. I had a feeling I knew what had gone down in the like... three minutes it had taken for me to yank on some clothes, dry my hair into it's usual messy style, and apply a little bit of lip gloss and eyeliner to complete my look. Walking past the women, I moved to stand in front of Mr Finelli and stared up at him. And I mean up. I'd never noticed how fucking huge Frank was. He wore a dark dress shirt and silk tie...and looked pretty damn fine. But my eyes trailed to his shoulder, which held one of the World Tag Titles, and I flashed him a cheeky grin.

"Flaunting Divinity's future gold, Mr Finelli?"

I got a cocky smirk in response. "Just in case we run into any cRu fanatics... I'd like to show off that these belts are in the Court's hands now. Bragging rights, if you will..."

"How naughty."

"Heh, naturally."

We shared a knowing grin, before I turned back to the girls and placed my hands on my hips. "And will you three stop being drama queens? Especially you Reya... you're such a bitch sometimes."

Reya's bewildered look was met with me sticking my tongue out at her, while Finelli simply stated bluntly, "Bullshit." which made me snicker, and Reya crack a smile. But Paxar spoke up angrily, making us all look over as she fumed.

"Well maybe if Dawn kept her dirty paws away from Reya...!"

"Now now, do I sense a bit of jealousy afoot?" Dawn responded with a devious glint in her eye.

"Oh hell no!"

"I think you're quite alluring when angry, Miss Vega."

That made Paxar go red as a tomato, and I rolled my eyes at them before strolling towards the door. "You people have fun bickering... I'm gonna go do something more useful. Care to join me, Mr Finelli? Reya?"

"Of Course." The two of them answered in unison, glanced at each other, then followed me out the door. Reya moved to walked beside me, and Mr Finelli stayed close behind us in an almost protective manner. I heard Dawn and Paxar come out the door after us and stay in the back, obviously still having a quiet back and forth. They needed to just get it on already, for Athena's sake!

An amused smirk couldn't stop playing on my lips as the five of us made our way through the main lobby of the hotel.We were quite the group, with the two gorgeous women in back looking like they were about to rip each other's heads off... a giant, rather attractive gorilla of a man standing right behind an unnaturally innocent looking young brunette with her hand holding her shoulder, a dazed look on her face... and of course, there's the crazy blonde strutting along beside her, with hair that looks like she'd put her hand into a light socket, and the smirk that either said 'I just dare you to fuck with me'... or... 'Fuck me'. I really needed to work on the contrast between the two...

"Ooo fancy..." Were the first words out of my mouth when we'd stepped outside to be met with a rather ritzy looking limo awaiting us.

Nodding proudly, Mr Finelli opened the door for us but Reya, Paxar and I were too busy admiring the vehicle to move. Dawn, on the other hand, flipped her hair in Frank's face and stepped inside. Getting a look from the other two girls, I sighed and followed her in, then Reya and Paxar stepped in as well, sitting opposite of us as Finelli entered to sit beside me. The inside of the limousine was larger than I'd expected, as me, Frank and Dawn all fit on the one long seat (surprising what with my manager's fat ass). Right as the limo began moving, I initiated conversation.

"So what do you guys think of this week's match? We three as a team hasn't exactly happened yet... so it should be pretty interesting, neh?"

"I agree, Vanessa." Mr Finelli responded seriously, crossing his arms across his chest in a business-like manner. "The Court is very much the underestimated team in this match. We're the underdogs... but that simply makes me want to prove the damn cRu wrong even more than before! And each of their brainwashed fans... we have something to prove, and we have the chemistry to come out victorious in this match."

"I must agree with Frank, Vanessa." Reya finally spoke up, though quietly. She seemed out of it that day, and her voice was rather distant. "As the Court, we have much to prove. And this week is no exception... as we face a few cruel, cold men in the ring to prove our worth."

"They'll never accept us as liable opponents Reya... even if we do happen to win." Frank pointed out, an icy edge to his voice. "Especially Ryan Pugh. That bastard is made out of ego!"

"Johnny Stylez is quite egotistical himself... he even went as far as excommunicating me all that time ago." Her voice held a slightly bitter tone at Johnny's name, and I smirked at both of them before leaning back in my seat with my arms behind my head.

"And then we have Roger fucking Wright. A coward in all sense of the word, demolishing the good name of NEW and joining that god forsaken team..."

"We will defeat then, my Queen... god willing..."

"Even without God's help, you three are going to kick ass, because you all have something to prove." Dawn responded smartly, rested folded hands on her crossed legs. "Unlike some people, who only exist to pretend that they're... what was it... better than others?"

"They certainly think that they're better than us..." I murmured with a cold smirk, stifling a yawn as I spoke nonchalantly. "They're heads are so far up their asses that they actually start getting repetitive and stupid... I mean, did you notice the reaction they got from Roger pulling his little bitch move and joining the cRu?? There wasn't one. Want to know why? Because the cRu has become overdone and predictable... they've used every tactic in the book. Ooo they have a new member? That person was someone people trusted? Oh... my... gawd... I am like, oh so shocked."

Mr Finelli smirked at the sarcasm dripping from my voice, as Reya nodded in agreement and Paxar shrugged. Dawn studied her perfectly manicured fingers nonchalantly as she agreed. "They're ignorant, love. Simply put, they believe that they can run their mouths about the originality or the power, of the Court... when theirs is slipping from their fingers. The cRu aren't a threat anymore. They may win, most likely by no fair means, but that doesn't make them strong... it does not make them 'impactful'. It's a waste of time for them to try to keep their little group alive when their goals have been accomplished. The only thing they've yet to do is..."

"...break up the Court." Paxar finished, narrowing her eyes in anger when Reya frowned unhappily. But Frank, being the ever-so positive uplifter that my dear Executioner is, responded with a hearty laugh.

"A lot of good they've done there! We've still got our core members here, with the King, our Trans-Atlantic champ, and the Executioner being tag champs, and then the Herald being one of the strongest Youngblood champions and quite the competitor. She proved that last week against Agustus, despite the aftermath of the match. And our Queen...? Well, she's one of the best Xtreme title holders, no matter what the cRu say! We have here a collective group of underdogs with the sole purpose of proving ourselves to be true threats, helping one another along the way! We aren't trying to run around acting like bigshots, beating the innocent up and talking shit like we're trying to prove that we're bad... hell, we don't need to prove shit. We already know we're badass."

Staring at the grinning, confident Frank, Reya and I looked at each other before also smiling. Now where would we be without the Executioner pulling out the logic and the pep talks? Crossing my arms across my chest, I leaned back in my seat and glanced out the limo's window as I spoke once more. "And as such, we'll just have to prove it by defeating those evil clowns. Demons shouldn't be allowed to roam earth."

"No, demons should be exorcised..." Paxar replied, eyes on me as I froze. Reya raised her eyebrows at her friend's comment as Finelli smirked, but I yelled out suddenly.

"Stop the limo!!!"

Frank whistled once and knocked on the screen separating the driver from us. The vehicle screeched to a halt and I jumped out before it even stopped all the way, looking up at the building we'd managed to pull up to. The others stepped out as well, eyes on me as I smirked and turned back to them, throwing my arms out dramatically. "Welcome to Pasadena's Fuller Theological."

"A church..." Reya stared up at the large church, then looked over at me curiously. "But for what reason are we here?"

"Paxar mentioned exorcisms..."

"Ironic that we managed to find this place at that exact time..."

"Maybe it's a sign from 'god' hehe..." I responded, wiggling my eyebrows as Reya frowned at me. Shrugging, I made my way towards the church but stopped just outside of it as I heard voices. Frank moved up behind Reya and me protectively as we saw a large group(a dozen or so) of people coming toward us. Most of them were over-tanned and had booze in their hands and a glazed look in their eyes. Typical Californians. But the most striking trait about them was their conversation...

"Johnny Stylez is the Paragona of Americana. Hellooo, he's held like every title in like... every fed. And he's a tag team god!" The first guy cried out ecstatically, nearly tripping over air as he walked, obviously stoned out of his mind.

"Yeah but Ryan Pugh's done that too! And he's one half of the unbeatable tag team of him and Johnny. They're on equal playing grounds dude!" The other one responded pompously, crossing his arms across his overdeveloped chest (ew) and smirking as he shoved a piece of candy into his mouth. Another guy near them, dressed smartly but with his hands in his pockets as his eyes darted around, spoke up. Even his voice was utterly sleazy.

"Aha... and now they have the great Roger Wright! THE greatest World Champ in the history of that lame-ass federation, New Edge. He was a better champ then Stylez or Pugh combined! They needed him, not the other way around! They'd be dying even more without Wright to keep them standing!"

They began arguing on who kept the cRu standing, some others saying the most ignorant member, Aaron Abraham, and a lot saying Mr Ego himself, Triple X. I found it funny how they argued on who kept the cRu standing when I'd always made sure that the Court fans knew that our group was stable and fair, not wrongfully kicking out members (cough, cough) or pulling juvenile moves, while also never making a decision without consulting everyone in the group. Guess there's a huge contrast there, huh? As this thought ran through my head, I continued to stare at the group of people heading towards us. And idea suddenly popped into my head, and I smirked and put my hands into the pockets of my jeans as I called out, directing the question toward my manager.

"Hey Dawn! How many cRu members does it take to screw in a lightbulb?"

They all looked up as Dawn called back to me, a grin playing on her full, cherry lips. "I don't know love, how many??"

"None... they're too busy screwing each other!"

Ahaha, you should've seen their faces. They looked like I'd just burned their favorite teddy bears (which was just as threatening as the cRu was anyway), and they stumbled towards us as though they were going to do us any harm... the first guy, Mr Johnny Stylez fan, walked right up to me and scowled into my face, his breath smelling of alcohol and pot. "You... you're that Queen bitch. The one who got beat up by Pugh!"

"Yeah... I definitely deserved that loss." Was my cool reply, face unchanging as I kept it unimpressed to say the least. Even when he was an inch away from my face, I simply cocked an eyebrow and tried not to allow the corner of my mouth to turn up in a smirk. Reya, on the other hand, moved forward and closer to me in a protective sister kind of way.

"Please do not bother us. My sister has simply had far too much caffeine today..."

"Whaaat? That's only cup 3 of 12 today!"

She shot me a look, and I smiled sweetly before the JS fan moved toward my sister. "And you... you're the chick who Stylez got excommunicated! How's it feel to be banned from the church, bitch?!"

"How does it feel to be a fan of a guy who's got the grammatical skills of a four year old, and every time you hear him speak you need to bring a book or video game or something to pass up the few hours of idiotic rambling?!" Paxar suddenly snapped right back, and the guy looked at her, mouthing wordlessly. Dawn trailed her gaze down Paxar once, then at the guy with an arrogant yet seductive smirk.

"Close your mouth sweety, Johnny Stylez isn't here for you to suck him off. We have enough of that from the rest of the tedious little group of theirs, now don't we?"

Paxar actually laughed, then covered her hand with her mouth and blushed slightly as Dawn winked at her. Reya just shook her head as the Pugh fan started toward the two women, only for Frank to move forward and step calmly in front of him, shooting him a smirk. "I would back off if you know what is good for you."

"Says the one who lost with that bible thumper to Pugh and Aaron Abraham... how many times have you beaten my idol, huh?!"

"We ended in a draw once."

"And he beat you Kamikaze!"

Completely unphased, Mr Finelli simply crossed his arms across his broad chest and narrowed his eyes in a devious way at the guy as he spoke. "Well it looks like I'll simply have to repay the favor, now won't I?"

"Careful Mr Finelli... Pugh goes around in gay bars, acting like an idiot, getting drunk and running out of it naked with nipple tassels and shit... and somehow is training at the same time. He's got a secret method..." I exclaimed dramatically, as Dawn flipped out her phone and snickered.

"By the way, love... definitely posted those pics to NEW.com. The great owner of the fed in all his 3 inches of glory..."

Waving Dawn off, I was about to speak again when the Roger Wright fan stepped forward and stared right at me as he bitched at me (ironic, huh?). "You know... you act so high and mighty, but what have you accomplished in your career, huh?! You're just some woman who's been in New Edge for a shitload of time. It doesn't mean shit if you haven't made an impact!"

And I felt it... the slight change. The cold feeling hitting me, then a loud buzzing shot through my ears. I knew what was about to happen, and didn't even fight it as I let my alter ego, my other personality, take my place. I let the Queen out. The change was small, but people who knew me could tell. The glazed look in my eyes, and the darker tone to my voice would be two big factors, but so was the way I stood and acted. This was definitely not the usual Vanessa, who wouldn't be grabbing the guy by the shirt and slamming her fist into his face blood smearing on her hand.

"Vanessa!" Reya cried, grabbing my shoulder only for me to slap her out of my grasp. Paxar caught her friend and stared at me in shock as I grinned maliciously at the imbeciles standing in front of me.

"The titles won mean nothing? How about the constant ability to make people fall to my feet? Fools have no place in this world... shall I teach you this, by proving just how overrated sanity truly is?"

The cRu fans took steps back, nervous at the wild look playing in my icy, electric blue eyes. They didn't expect me to lurch forward with rapid knife edge chops to the Roger fan's chest as he held his cheek. The guy stumbled back and the Pugh fan ran forward in anger, only for Finelli to hit him with a strong clubbing fist. My sister, looking frightened, saw the Johnny fan run towards Frank's side to take a cheap shot at him, and bolted forward to hit her Reya Light right then and there, the superkick almost sending the scrawny guy flying.

The group managed to scramble to their feet and took off with their tail between their legs, as Reya brushed herself and looked nervously over at me. Mr Finelli made his way over, looking serious as he inspected my face. "Are you alright, my Queen?"

Wrong Queen...

Looking up at Frank, those same cold aqua eyes stared up at him. The Queen wanted to mess with me... and this was her way of doing it. She made me move my hands to Frank's chest, trailing my fingers upward as I smiled seductively up at him. "You're quite strong, Finelli... I find that devastatingly attractive..."

"Oh...?" Finelli kept a mostly straight face, though the corner of his lips twitched upward as he stared down at me with the calmest of looks. Reya frowned at us as I lifted myself up on my tip toes to brush my lips against my Executioner slowly.

"Very... devastatingly..."

"Vanessa!" Reya cried as I paused and blinked, still staring into Frank's dark eyes as I snapped out of it. The Queen cackled in my head as she faded back inside of me, returning control. Swallowing, I pulled away from Mr Finelli and stared away, trying to figure out what the fuck had happened when a voice made us all look up. A priestly figure stood at the door of the Pasadena's Fuller Theological, staring at us in anger and confusion.

"What in the world is going on out here?"

"Er... well... inspiration!" I broke myself from the dazed confusion I was in and smiled my 'sweet as hazelnut coffee cream' smile. "You see, we're bloggers of sorts and want to write about past exorcisms, to inform people of the Lord's power and it's effect on others in the 1800s."

"I... see. You're that group of wrestlers... writing a blog to promote such a thing?"

"Reya here is a Christian herself, after all. We simply want to assist her in getting the message across..."

"And you want to use our church as a source?"

Flipping my messy hair slightly, I smiled warmly again as I nodded. "Well of course, this is quite the church... you guys were the ones to give how-to lessons in exorcism in the 1980s, right?"

The priest looked surprised as he held the door open for us, and we strolled inside. "Why yes, we did. Of course, it got canceled... but nonetheless..."

"I find that pretty interesting... I mean, California is known for it's demonic possessions, right?" I questioned casually, walking alongside him as though this had all been planned. "Like with what happened in Oroville here in Cali."

"Ah, the Camp Oroville incident..." The priest shook his head in amusement, leading us into a room that looked like a library. "It's been said that J. Parker Oroville purchased those lands, and deep in the woods he would involve himself in satanic rituals... I suppose that's where the legend came from."

Paxar looked terrified and stood behind a bored looking Dawn, while Reya had a curious look on her face and Mr Finelli listened quietly. The priest continued in a haunting voice as he turned a nearby coffee pot on and looked back at us. "Over the years, the camp had been said to have multiple 'possessions'. Kids would have seizures... begin acting differently. The numbers were so low though, that no one paid it much attention. They thought that maybe it was in the water... mental disorders possibly... who really knows the truth? All I know that all during this time, this church has been protected by the Lord himself, and we have been ever so grateful for that..."

"I see... cool. I think I'll use some of that. Thank you..."

"It's no problem. I will be in my office if you all happen to need me."

Watching the priest leave the Church library, I dropped my smile and rolled my eyes, asking Mr Finelli to turn on one of the computers as I pulled out my cellphone. It rang twice, before none other than Richard Specter, Adrien's brother, answered. "Hello Vanessa, how are you?"

"Heyy Richard, I'm fantabulous. Anywho... you know that favor I asked of you?"

"Ah yes... to create a website. I had nothing much else to do anyway. It should be up, and protected."

"How protected...?"

"Well I happened to speak with your friend, Frank Finelli. He had his er... 'contacts' as he called them, create a firewall as strong as a government site's. To hack it at all, or even attempt to break into it at all, is next to impossible. You'd have to be a miracle worker... that guy has some serious people on this."

"He knows what we need... that's why he's my Executioner, Richard. Thank you for getting it up though. I appreciate that."

"It's no problem for my future sister-in-law." The smile in his voice was evident, and I blushed slightly and bit my lip as he finished off. "Now you take care, and kick the cRu's ass."

"You got it. Talk to you later..."

Hanging up, I shoved my cell back into my pocket and saw that Mr Finelli had gotten the Court site up. It was our own personal website for blogs, comments, and just for fun. Our fans loved it, and we liked to let people know what was going down on it. I strolled over to Frank and sat beside him, and Reya took a seat beside me. The three of us looked at the blog area, and I smirked. "Do you guys wanna have some fun?"

"What do you mean, Vanessa?" Reya asked curiously, and my grin widened as I opened a new blog and started typing in the subject box...

My manager and Paxar both played on different computers close by, while I looked to my Herald, then my Executioner. "What do you guys think about writing a short story with me?"

"About?" Frank questioned, looking slightly interested in what I was planning.

"Well... my mind's on exorcism right now. So what if we just had some fun with that? It would help us mentally and psychologically prepare for this match, and... it'd be more interesting than simply training, which we'd planned to do anyway, right?"

"True... and it will let our creativity flow..." Reya murmured, glaring curiously at the screen of the computer, as Mr Finelli nodded in agreement.

"And creativity is needed, to show our cunning and intelligence, as well as blatant talent to win this match."

"So you guys are interested?" I asked ecstatically, and when they nodded I practically threw my arms in the air in excitement like a five year old who'd just been told she'd be going to the candy store. Leaning forward, I spoke again with a mischievous grin. "I'll start us off, as part 1 of our story. There'll be three parts... Mr Finelli, would you like to finish our story?"

"I'd be honored, my Queen." Smiling adoringly at my friend, I then looked back at the Queen, thought for a moment... then began storytime with the Court.

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The blazing sun shines down in a fiery heat that afternoon, as the evening approaches with an aura of tension. The citizens of the town of Pasadena all know what is happening. They can feel it in their bones. There is a sense of evil passing overhead. Each citizen bears a cross on the door of their home, as the small western town is chock full of uneasiness, everyone cautious... waiting for the inevitable.

And suddenly, a scream explodes from the town saloon....

"DEMONS I TELL YA! DEMONS!"

The crowd of people standing inside of the building stare in shock as the scraggly blonde waves her arms frantically, yelling at them. "Demons are here... and they're waiting. Waiting for you to drop each an' every one of your guards and then BAM! They'll getcha!"

"But... I don't wanna get got..." The man known as the town annoyance cries, holding up his mudkip doll as though it'd protect him.

---

"I don't think mudkips were even a thought back then, my Queen..." Mr Finelli commented, and I stopped typing and glowered at him.

"This is my part of the story, Ima write it how I want, and you write yours how you want."

"Well alright... just don't have like, flying space monkeys or something in it..."

".......well, dammit."

---

On the other side of the saloon sits a handsome bald man, a black cowboy hat resting on his head and shadowing his eyes as he looks over at the crazed women with a skeptical frown. "Do not make up stories, Miss V, with such a crazed idea."

"I have to agree with the Mayor here." Another voice speaks up, and a tall, broad man steps up. On his shirt is a Sheriff's badge, and he straightens it as he shakes his head at the blonde. "We do not believe in such witchcraft in this town. It's all a bunch of hokey."

"Yeah so s.t.f.u! Kay, thanks, bye!" The mudkip guy yells, and the blonde growls at him, then stares frantically at the Town Sheriff.

"Please Sheriff Finelli, you gotta believe me! We're in danger here! They're demons, I tell ya! Those outlaws we captured are not simple humans!!"

"Exactly. Those outlaws were simple criminals. And nothing more!"

"But..."

Even with her pleading eyes, no one would believe her...

Suddenly, the door slams open to reveal the town's Priestess. She practically floats in, dressed in all white with a cross necklace hanging around her neck. The woman moves quickly to the Sheriff and gives him a fearful look. "Sheriff Finelli, there is trouble..."

"Trouble? Shall I execute the one's causing it?"

"No... it is not simply hooligans. It is... a far more powerful force."

"What're you on about Priestess Reya??" Sheriff Finelli scowls, and the Priestess bites her lip and puts her hand over her mouth, shaking her head weakly before looking up, startled, when a scream rips through the air. The sound of a man in agony.

Heaven help us...

"What the fu- what was that?!" The Sheriff pulls out his rifle, scowling after downing some Jack Daniels and heading for the door, only for Priestess Reya to run forward and step in front of him.

"No, you do not understand Sheriff Finelli! Those men... the ones that you captured... there is something horribly wrong... it... it is..."

"IT'S THE DEVIL'S WORK!" The blonde screams again, now stomping her boot-clad foot in a sort of tantrum as she whips out a large knife and grins hysterically. "I say we slit the throats of the fuckers before any innocents get hurt, ya hear?!"

"Put the blade down Miss V!" Sheriff Finelli snaps, moving the Priestess out of his line of fire as he holds up his gun. Coming toward the saloon is a man clad in what should be nice clothing, if it wasn't for the blood covering them, and the multiple shreds, as though someone... or something... had been clawing at him. He smiles, his cold, lusting eyes sparkling with malice as he opens his mouth to reveal blood stained canines, letting out an evil laugh.

"Ahahaha! I see imbeciles standing around, acting like they have a chance at defeating me!"

His voice is high pitched and wicked, making everyone cringe as he turns bloodshot eyes to the blonde, who smiles back with a look that is just as crazed. "I like playing with demons..."

"Heeheeeheeee! I like fucking with fools... you're only one person... one of many I have to overcome to gain power and reach and stay at the top of the food chain. All of you low-lifes have nothing on me... heehehehe!"

"Oh Lord above..." Priestess Reya whispers, taking a step back as the demon with the sandy blonde hair whips his head around to face her. She continues as he smiles hysterically at her. "Th...that is colonel Roger... from the large town over. He served in the war and everything... and yet... it seems he has been taken over... possessed..."

"There's no way!" Sheriff Finelli yells, though he looks ready to begin believing it. "It... could be a virus in the waters!"

"HE'S A MOTHERFUCKING DEMON!" Miss V screams back at the Sheriff, before looking back at the demon, licking her knife and giggling. "Guess you and me have to work together, Sheriff... and you too Miss innocent lil Priestess. We got the devil to fool and evil to conquer!"

With this, she bolts forward and puts the knife to Colonel Roger's throat, the demon inside of him screeching in anger as she pulls back when he swipes at her. She then yanks out a cross and slams it into the man's forehead. Smoke rises from the place in which contact was made, and out from the mouth of this man comes billowing black smoke, rising up in the shape of a figure before dissipating with a ear shattering squeal. The Colonel drops to the ground, twitching violently as the Priestess frantically yells for nurses and the town doctor, while a nun comes running in with them.

"Priestess Reya!"

"Sister Paxar, what is the matter?"

Sister Paxar's lip trembles as she speaks, looking terrified. "The other two outlaws... they're far more powerful Priestess... they're... I don't think they're taking people over. I think that they are the actual demons..."

"...oh no. Lord, help us in this time of evil..." The Priestess prays frantically as Miss V looks at the bloodied cross in her hand and shrugs, then moves forward, tapping the Sheriff on the shoulder as she passes him.

"We must stop this evil before it spreads. Not so damned crazed now, neh?! Hehe... they got one good man, destroyed his town... now we have to get back at 'em. Are ya in or not Sheriff?!"

Sheriff Finelli looks at the terrified nun, at the wary Priestess, and finally at the excited blonde, before nodding firmly. "For our town, I must. Exorcising these demons are a necessity... but who to go to first... Priestess Reya, we'll need your help. Who do you believe should be freed before the other?"

"W-well..." Priestess Reya bites her lip in thought, before an emerald eyed woman stands at the doorway and smirks at them all. The town harlot puts her arms across her chest, lifting her bosom far too high for comfort as the nun glares at her while she speaks in an Irish drawl.

"Well darling, there is the one demon... whose currently got smoke pouring from his mouth." The Harlot Dawn makes a face, gesturing for them to leave the saloon and go forward. "The smoke smells of cannabis... but the demon still seems powerful enough. Watch yourselves. Especially you, sweety..."

The harlot winks at the nun, who goes red and storms away as Priestess Reya takes a deep breath and nods, holding the bible in her arms close to her as she turns to head out of the hotel, looking back at Sheriff Finelli and Miss V seriously. "Alright... shall we go exorcise this demon?"

"Yes. After you, Priestess..." Sheriff Finelli sweeps his arm out, holding onto the rifle tighter as he confidently smirks, prepared to assist his town, the crazed woman, and the Priestess, who moves forward with one goal in mind.

---

"And I'll stop there." I murmured, pushing away the keyboard and looking at my fellow Court members. Mr Finelli looked amused and Reya looked bewildered, but simply shrugged and smiled at me.

"I will try my best to do part two to the best of my ability..."

"I have faith in you, Reya... as always." Smiling at my sister, I then stood and stretched, looking around at everyone. "Do you guys wanna go to a cafe for a drink before training?"

"Sounds good, my Queen." Mr Finelli smiled, then shot me a wink as he started for the door. "My treat, of course."

Grinning after him, I then looked over at Reya, who looked wary. "What's up Rey-Rey?"

"I am wary about this match... I believe full heartedly that we have the ability to win. But we must truly focus and pull through..."

"You worry too much, Reya." I cried with a cheery grin, leading her toward the exit as we were followed by the still bickering Dawn and Paxar. My sister frowned for a moment, before giving me a slight smile.

"Well one of us has to. Do you have a plan, Vanessa?"

"Heh... it's simply fighting demons, Reya. And how better, then with just as much hatred, cruelty and bloodshed? C'mon... I'd think by now you'd know what I stand by..."

Reya looked at me warily, before giving me a short nod as we followed Mr Finelli down the hall to leave the church. He glanced behind his shoulder, grinned widely and finished my thought. "Sanity is overrated?"

"When it comes to exorcising demons? Fuck yes..."


...demons come in all shapes and sizes...

Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.

Charles Maurice de Talleyrand

A demon falls, another is born. It's a neverending cycle of evil. But how else to fight evil, then with just as much of the same thing? Fire against fire... heaven turns to Hell, to fight the cRu...

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~This has been a V rp, thanx for reading and have a great f*cking day!~

P.s: TBC by THE Frankie!

P.s.s: My rps are not, and never will be, on camera. :]

[Reya Serra]

The Exorcism of Johnny Stylez

Everything that happened at World War X…it was just a dream, right? It felt almost like a nightmare of sorts. I mean that part I spent at the lighthouse having a nice candlelit dinner with Timothy was simply wonderful. He really truly is a sweet, kind man who dare I say I may have a crush on. But enough about Timothy…what about everything else that happened?

Wonderful would definitely not be the word I would choose to describe anything else that occurred that night. I stepped into the ring with Agustus D‘Agosta…oh wait, we did not step into a ring at all. The murderer and I went toe to toe in another location on Alcatraz Island, a church to be exact. A house of the Lord in which, even though it had been abandoned years ago, I could still feel His presence. It was wrong to fight Agustus there but I was faced with no other alternative and even after I defeated him I prayed for the forgiveness of the Lord for having to do so.

I did not leave the island injury free, however, having suffered a shoulder injury during the match at the hands of that murderous blasphemer Agustus (who I pray is paying for his crimes in a jail cell right now) who stabbed me with a cross. Not to mention the head injury given to me by Cera after she abruptly made her presence known in the church after the match. It was yet another attempt by her to push me away, just as she had done when she etched that word into my flesh. However, no matter what she does, nothing short of killing me…her very own twin sister…will be enough to deter me from what I feel I must do. I will save her from her fear, if it is the last thing that I do.

“Angels and demons can’t be on the same side…”

“But we are on the same side. You are no demon, just a fallen angel…and I will go to the depths of Hell with you and back if I must to prove it, Cera…” I whisper very softly to myself as I look down at my cup of hot chocolate.

“What was that Rey-Rey?” Vanessa asks, peering at me curiously as she sits across from me before taking a sip of her cappuccino.

Looking up from my cup, I smile weakly at her. “Nothing. Just thinking a little to myself.”

“Thinking about that smexy Timothy, I’d bet,” Vanessa declares playfully as I blush slightly.

“Not everyone spends all their time thinking about sex like you do, love,” Dawn says to Vanessa nonchalantly as she touches up her lipstick.

“Oh be quiet Titanic Tits! I do not always think about sex,” Vanessa retorts, rolling her eyes at her manager.

“I was thinking about our opponents this week actually,” I reply, shaking my head. “I pray for our successful victory but this is going to be a difficult match. After all, they do have a tremendous size advantage over us.”

“You need not worry,” Frank chimes in, grinning as he takes a drink from his cup of black coffee. “They lack enough intelligence to be able to use that size to their advantage.”

“Yeah!” Paxar, seated next to me, exclaims loudly. “There’s no way you guys can lose. You guys are like a hundred times smarter than those cRude idiots.”

After all, Roger Wright did sacrifice New Edge and everything it has ever stood for in order to join with Ryan Pugh and the rest of the cRu. That does not seem to be much of a smart decision to me. Then again he only did it for one reason. He craves power and will do anything and everything in order to obtain it. Unfortunately for him, every other member of the cRu has that same motive. It is only a matter of time before their thirst for power becomes so overwhelming that they begin fighting amongst themselves and end up dismantling the cRu…assuming that The Court or another group is not able to dismantle them first.

“Besides they’re just a bunch of demons,” Vanessa quips deviously, smirking at me. “Surely we can exorcize a trio of demons, can’t we Reya?”

I nod weakly as I take another sip from my hot chocolate. “I pray that we can…especially that egomaniac Johnny Stylez.”

Johnny Stylez, the self proclaimed Paragona of Americana and the man who orchestrated my excommunication from the Church months ago. This will mark the first time that I have stepped into the ring with that man since learning of his sinful deed. I wondered why he went to such lengths to do such a thing to me of all people. Perhaps he fears me…what I stand for…or the power of the faith that I possess. But no matter…when Vanessa, Frank, and I step into the ring with Johnny, Pugh, and Roger this week Johnny will be punished for what he has done to me in the past…I will make sure of it.

“Speaking of exorcisms, I think now would be a good time to continue our little story time Rey-Rey,” Vanessa says to me, smiling sweetly as she motions to the computer in the middle of our table.

“That it is,” I reply, glaring at the computer warily. “However, I am not very good with computers. Perhaps Paxar could help me…”

Paxar smiles slightly at me as she places the computer in front of her and gets ready to type. “Of course I can, Reya. Just tell me what you want to say.”

---

“We must cast these demons back to Hell,” Priestess Reya declares strongly as she, the crazed woman V, Sheriff Finelli, Paxar the Nun and the Harlot Dawn make their way from the saloon. “Sheriff Finelli, you did say the other two men were being held at the jail?”

“Yes, they are,” the Sheriff replies, nodding. “Behind lock and key, of course.”

“Please…for the good of the town you must take us to them,” the Priestess tells him, pleading. “The only way this town can survive is if we successfully use the power of Christ to remove the demons that lie within those two men.”

“Forget that,” Miss V speaks up suddenly. “We need to KILL those bastards!”

“I know just the thing to use,” Sister Paxar announces.

“I bet you do darling,” Dawn the Harlot says to Paxar, giving her another wink.

Trying to ignore the Harlot and beginning to blush Sister Paxar begins to remove something from her pocket…

---

“Paxar, this is not an episode of Doctor Who,” I tell her sternly. “There is no such thing as a sonic screwdriver…especially in the Old West.”

“What’s a sonic screwdriver?” Vanessa asks curiously.

“It’s only…”

“It is a fictional tool and is not important to our story,” I interrupt forcefully. “Paxar, please continue with the story…without the sonic screwdriver.”

Paxar sighs heavily as she deletes a small portion that she had just typed. “Fine…”

---

Sister Paxar removes a small crucifix along with a small bottle of what appears to be holy water from her pocket and hands it to the Priestess. “Use these.”

Minutes later the group arrives in front of the jail just as the door bursts open violently, smoke billowing from the entrance.

“Ugh…what is that awful smell?” Sister Paxar asks curiously.

Priestess Reya looks seriously at the entrance. “It is the smell of cannabis,” she informs Sister Paxar as she takes a few steps forward. “The demon…”

“OH SHIT!” Miss V yells loudly. “Quick! It’s gotta be the demon…kill that biotch!”

Out from the door steps the demon, wearing tattered and bloodied clothing and smoking a joint.

“It’s that bank robber Johnny Stylez!” Sister Paxar declares. “Priestess Reya, do something!”

Priestess Reya glares at Johnny as she holds the crucifix in front of her.

“Foul demon, leave this man at once!” she shouts.

Johnny moves forward, rambling off a bunch of incoherent words that nobody can comprehend

“He’s still coming!” Sister Paxar yells.

“The power of Christ compels you!” Priestess Reya commands of the demon as she takes the holy water and throws it into his face.

Blinded, Stylez continues coming closer to the group before out of nowhere Miss V dropkicks him, knocking him to the ground.

“Quick! He can’t see Priestess,” Miss V tells Reya. “Use the crucifix and kill him while we have a chance!”

Priestess Reya looks at him down on the ground with his hands over his eyes but does not move.

“I…I cannot…” Priestess Reya mutters.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Miss V says to the Priestess, shaking her head.

“Well if you can’t, I sure as hell can,” Paxar states.

Suddenly, Sister Paxar grabs the crucifix out of Priestess Reya’s hand and rushes over to Stylez. Standing over him, she takes the wooden crucifix and slams it directly into his heart. Smoke rises from his heart as his mouth opens. Black smoke billows from his mouth forming the shape of a figure before it begins to fade away as the group hears a loud, high pitched squeal.

“Two down, one to go,” Miss V announces.

“Well that was kind of arousing,” the Harlot Dawn says to Sister Paxar, giving her a seductive smirk.

Sister Paxar, turning red as she ignores the Harlot again, walks over to the entrance and peers inside the jail.

“Nobody’s here. The other guy must’ve taken off or something,” Paxar states.

Priestess Reya looks around for a few moments until she happens to see something not too far from where Sister Paxar is standing. “There…it looks like the last demon has left a trail.”

“It looks like food or something,” Sister Paxar tells them.

Priestess Reya looks back down at the corpse of Johnny Stylez, then turns her attention to Sheriff Finelli. “Perhaps you should handle this one. We will go with you and assist you as needed.”

He nods as the group begins walking away from the jail, following the trail.

---

“That should be sufficient,” I say to Paxar, smiling. “We will allow Frank to finish the story.”

Paxar slides the computer away as we all begin to stand up from our seats.

“See, I knew it would be awesome Rey-Rey,” Vanessa says, smiling brightly. “Now our Executioner shall finish our story later. We are meeting for dinner this evening, neh?”

“We are,” Frank replies, nodding.

“Great!” Vanessa exclaims happily. “But for now though we should probably all go our separate ways. I’ll see you tonight guys.”

Vanessa gives me a small hug before her and Dawn leave the café. Frank gives me a slight grin before he turns to exit as well, leaving Paxar and I alone.

“So…it came today,” she tells me nervously, removing a small envelope from her purse.

I look into her dark chestnut eyes and smile brightly as she hands me the envelope.

“Perfect timing,” I say to her as the two of us begin to leave the café.

The long awaited battle has finally come…The cRu versus The Court. But no matter what they do to us…no matter how hard they try…they will never be able to break us apart. We will not fall, not now nor ever. The cRu, on the other hand, are one giant ego trip away from crumbling to pieces. The only question is which ego will be the one to force their precious group to come crashing down…Ryan Pugh…Roger Wright…or Johnny Stylez?

In the meantime The Court will keep on keeping on as we always do, showing that not only are we better than them but going out each and every week and proving that we are.

I have just checked the time on the clock.
It is now 4:20 and I am all out of minutes to spare.
Looks like time is up for you, boys.
Now it is time for The Court to reign supreme…

[Ryan Pugh]

A lot of work goes into something as big and as powerful as a good old fashioned swerve. Even more goes into it when everyone is expecting you to do something and you still have to surprise them with it. Over the past three years one thing has become very clear and very expected and that is if you see Ryan Pugh and you see Johnny Stylez and they are together, something is being planned that will rock your fucking socks off and what is worse is that you will not see it coming.

For months now the NEW saw their ratings fall and their hope disappear while the exact opposite was the case for their rival promotion, PCW. As the time went on it was only expected that something would finally come to a head and make even more sense that it would take place at World War X while everyone would be under the same roof. Even with all of this said, no one and I mean no one thought that this swerve would be coming on this night.

Team NEW had somehow found a way to get the big win in the main event of the evening but it was PCW that got the ultimate win as the sell of NEW was announced and the company dissolved to nothing more then memories and history in a record book. Ryan Pugh and Roger Wright had found a way to come together and pull the sheets over everyone heads and none more so then the Court who got the personal fuck you at the end of the night.

New Edge Wrestling was no more and all that was left standing was one company that saw two men stand at the head of the table and look towards the future, and oh what a future it looked to be. Those two men were joined outside of NEW headquarters by fellow cRu members Johnny Stylez, Triple X and Inkt as they stood in the parking lot in the middle of what had become a massive party and a impromptu Bonn fire in the middle of the parking lot started by some dumb ass. A simple smirk came to the face of Pugh as he stared into the flames and prompted a chuckle from the big mans lips.

Johnny: Whats so funny?

Pugh: Well Johnny boy, we did everything we said we were going to do. The day the cRu formed I made a statement that most scoffed at. I stood in the middle of the ring and I told everyone that this grouping of talent would be the end of New Edge Wrestling. Everything it has ever stood for, everything that it had become, everything that we built and never got any recognition for would come crumbling down on each and everyone of their heads. Tonight is the realization of that very statement.

Johnny: People are going to learn one of these days that when we talk, they really should listen. I mean we don't just talk to hear ourselves talk you know.

Inkt: You do

Johnny: Shut up

Inkt: You mad bro?

Pugh: They have never once given us the credit we deserve for all that we have done for this godforsaken place. This company was built on our backs and they just sat back and watched as we marched up the mountain time and time again and just put more money in their fat pockets, NO MORE! No more will we sit by and watch the thick headed talentless hacks of this world get rich off of our talent and hard work. Today is a new fucking day and its time to close the soon to be forgotten chapter of the book know as New Edge Wrestling.

Pugh stepped forward and picked up a gas can from the trunk of the limo and then a broken leg from Roger's desk that was a blaze with fire. Pugh made his way back into the lobby of NEW's headquarters and began to pour the gas all over the walls and the floor before then throwing the half full gas can into the open elevator.

Pugh: Good riddance you piece of fucking trash

Pugh tossed the burning wood into the middle of the floor and watched as the gas caught a blaze and spreed like ants on a jelly sammich! He turned and made his way out of the building as the fire grew at his back and turned the night's skyline to a bright orange.

Johnny: We burning the whole thing down?

Pugh: Why the fuck not?

Roger: Fuck em, ashes to ashes bitches

Pugh: Team NEW may have won at War Games but you can bet your ass that at Insanity they will all fall. Once we separated ourselves from this sinking ship, they only had one thing left, The Court! Well Vanessa and her band of merry fuckwads get to formally meet their superior this week and you can damn sure believe this is not a meeting they will not soon forget. I have beat the piss out of Frank and Vanessa so many times I have run out of fingers to count on. And as for Reya, well how much trouble can a stupid virgin be right?

Roger: The Court is only as good as you make them look, if we go into the ring at Insanity and put them down like the dogs they are then they will be nothing more then shit on our boot heels.

Johnny: They will be lucky if they are even the shit on our heels, they would be so lucky to be that close to greatness.

Pugh: The Court is the only thing NEW has left, it is time to make sure we finish what we started. You don't cross the boss and get away with it and I think it has been made very well aware I have very little respect our patience for those incompetent asshatz!

Inkt: You talk to much these days, you just shut your cock and have another drink sexy

Pugh: You don't tell me to shut my cock, you shut your cock!

Inkt: Why don't you come over and shut my cock for me big boy

Pugh: Maybe I will!

Triple X: Why don't you two just fuck and get it over with?

Pugh and Inkt: What do you mean?

Triple X, Johnny and Roger just shook their heads as the five men turned back and watched as the flames reached the top levels of the building that once was the headquarters of New Edge Wrestling.

Johnny: As much as I love to watch shit burn, we may want to get out of here before the cops come ya know

Pugh: A toast!

All five men hold up their drinks, some in a cup, some just holding the bottle, for a toast to the burning building.

Pugh: To New Edge Wrestling, gone and soon to be forgotten, just like the Court!

All: CHEERS!!!

[Frank Finelli]

Something startled me from my sleep, I looked around and all I saw was Liz lying next t me. Her one arm draped across my chest ,a slight smile on her lips as she slept quietly. I rub my eyes a litle and stare at the clock, seven thirty a.m. Damn I have to meet Reya and Vanessa at the hotel in a couple hours.. I slide Liz’a arm off me gently and quietly ease myself out of bed and head to the bathroom for a quick shower, this was going to be an interesting day to say the least……


The hot water streams from the shower head and cascades down my body as I slowly am awakened by it, the steam rising s I lather up myself, rinse and lather again and rinse off. I stand under the hot water for a few more minutes, yeah twenty five minutes goes kind of fast when you are enjoying the soothing hot water as it hits you


I exit the shower and grab my towel and start to dry myself off , I walk back into the bedroom and Liz is still sleeping , the covers pulled up across her body as her chest goes up and down with each quiet breath. I grab my clothes from the closet and walk into the living room and dress there, not wanting to disturb her sleep.

Slipping my trousers and t-shirt on, I slip on my black dress shirt and am putting on my silk tie when Liz exit’s the bedroom, wiping he sleep from her eyes , the smile on her face is pleasing for me to see.


She looks up at me and smirks as she walks up and reaches with her hands and straightens my tie.

“So where are you off to this early you handsome man?”

I chuckle as I answer her slowly as I hold hers hands in mine on my chest.

“ Well my love, I have to meet Vanessa and Reya for a couple hours to pan our strategy for our match against Roger, Ryan and Johnny .”

The sound of Johnny’s name sent look of fire through her eyes as she looked up at me.

“I hope you kick that rat bastards as Frank, please do it for me will you? Cause if I see him in a ring as an opponent I just might kill the prick”

My response was to the point .

“ Oh he’s going to get his ass kicked Liz, as will Roger and Pugh, and that fat fuck …..I have something special in mind for him . That is for sure.”


Liz‘s eyes widen as she sees the determination in my eyes and the conviction in my voice.

“ Oh I love it when you talk that way and have that look in your eyes Frank.”

She grabs me and kisses me gently and smiles as she pulls away.

“ Hey, why don’t you let me drop you off so you can talk to Aurora, you said you waned to last night. I can pick you up when I am done meeting them.”

She kisses me again, and looks in my eyes as she answers.

“Give me ten minutes to shower and dress babe okay”

She heads to the bedroom and I hear the shower come on so I grab a quick cup of coffee in the kitchen. I have some time, the hotel where V and Reya are at isn’t too far away form where we are.

I drink my coffee in the living room as I wait for Liz to come out ready to go, it only takes the ten minutes she sad too as she exit’s the bedroom dressed and smiling at me my eyes drawn to her assets as I smile.

She wraps an arm around my waist a s I do hers and we exit the apartment and head to my limo, the driver standing there with the door open and Liz slides in first and then I follow inside. The driver closes he door then gets behind the wheel and the limo drives off.


After about twenty minutes the limo pulls up to where Aurora is supposes to be staying, Liz takes out there cell phone and calls her and nods that Roe is there . She leans over and kisses me and smiles as she exit’s the limo and walks towards the building , her hips swaying back and forth as she goes into the doorway,. Liz looks back at me as I peer through the open window of the limo ad blows another kiss at me then enters the building. I snap my fingers and the driver pulls the limo away and we head for the hotel to meet Vanessa and Reya….


< Thirty minutes later >

After the surprise in Vanessa’s hotel room, we finally set out for the café, en route we stop at a church where group of cRu fans , drunk ad stoned decide to try and act like their heroes. Unfortunately for them they are no match for myself, Vanessa and Reya. Vanessa starts to blog on The Court’s website that I had set up with the help of Specter’s brother and my contacts, After we finally reach the café, Reya decides to post her portion of the blog entitled Story Time with the Court. It was some hell of a story we were telling , especially when it has to do with exorcising demons, demons that plagued NEW and now PCW, namely the cRu. As Reya finishes her and Vanessa look at me and smile.

Vanessa: Guess it your turn now Mr. Finelli, our short story needs an ending. That is your job.

The smirk on Vanessa’s face has Reya smile slightly as I take the computer and pick up where the Herald had left off…..

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E start to follow the trail of food left by the third prisoner, it started at the jail and leads towards the woods. Sheriff Finelli leads the way , Miss V right behind him looking from side to side warily as Princess Reya and Sister Paxar follow behind them. Paxar clutching a bible as Reya has a crucifix close to her chest praying as we go along the trail of food littering the ground at our feet.

I smirk as my fingers type away, Reya and Vanessa peering over my shoulder. They both snicker as I type the next part of my end of this story.

The trail is getting a bit dark as the sun s beginning to set. Our merry band of exorcists looking for the whereabouts of the demon known as Pugh. An odorous stench is coming from an abandoned church deep in the woods. The sun setting is not on our side as we draw closer to the small church. Sheriff Finelli is the first to step on the withered and rotted wood steps leadin inside the church. The eerie creak of the wood causes him t crinch just a bit as he points to the door and Princess Reya slowly reaches her hand forward to push it open.

The look in Reya’s eyes as I type this tells me she is a bit flustered at the way I am describing her 1800’s self in the story. Vanessa on the other hand is excited as she reads it over my shoulder s I continue.

Princess Rya pushes the door of the church open and Miss V suddenly screams ot…There he is!! There is that Demon Pugh we are searching for. Send him bck to hell where he belongs Sheriff Finelli! The sound of Princess V’s voice startles the demon Pugh, and he rises up from his hiding spot behind the dilapidated and rotted out alter. He starts to head towards us as we stand there , his dark red demon eyes glared at us as he bared his sharp pointed teeth and growled.

“How dare you innocent fools think you can even do anything against the evil I control. I’ll swipe you all aside like the worthless beings you truly are. Why? Because I am Betterthanu. Ha, ha, ha.”

Sheriff Finelli raises his rifle as the Demon Pugh focuses his Demonic gaze right at him, Princess V backs up as does Reya as the erstwhile sheriff takes careful aim and then fires his rifle. The Demon Pugh stops dead in his tracks, a large bullet hole between his eyes as his body starts to shake as he falls the ground. Black some billowing from the bullet hole and his mouth . Sheriff Finelli fires again as the Demon Pugh lies here and his head explodes a s the demon inside exits his body and dissipates squealing just as the others had earlier. The all breath a sigh of relief and exit the small church and head out of the woods back to the small town the crowd of people awaiting them as heroes .

I stop typing and smile confidently as Vanessa and Reya start to laugh as we al get up from the table, to go our separate ways. As we exit the café, Vanessa and Reya go one way and I go my own. It id only a short distance for them to their hotel so the walk as I go back to the limo and get back in it and the driver pulls out and heads back to where we dropped off Liz to visit Roe…...

<Twenty minutes later>

We pull up to the building and Liz is standing there , a smile on her face as she gets in the limo d plants a kiss on me as the limo drives off back home….

[Johnny Stylez]

!!!!!!WeLCoMe HoMe BuDDy, WeLCoMe HoMe!!!!!
...And I ThiNk I SPEAK FoR EvEryoNe WHeN I SAY
!!!!!It'z ABouT F'N TIME!!!!!!
NoW THiNgZ ArE GoInG To GeT REALLY InTeReSTiNG!!!!

I said walking into the office of former NEW owner and president and now full fledged member of The cRu Roger Wright. He had a smirk on his face as he was finishing up some last minute paper work as he crossed all the T's and dotted all the i's as we finally drove the final nail in the coffin of that dying company that was once upon a time as

!!!!NEW EDGE WRESTLING!!!!
Too BaD To F'N SAD!!!!

But in all honesty all of you phuck mooks had to see this shit coming! I mean we told you all since day phucking one! One the day the cRu was formed Myself, XXX, Ryan Pugh, Inkt, and Al Envy swore in front of the entire wrestling world that before all was said and done we would be standing before New Edge Wrestling as it was burned to the ground and destroyed it. It was our mission from phucking jump street to tear down this company that had been diseased and plagued by Cera, Matthew Carter, Adrien Specter, and the rest of the bitch ass court, and even though we may not have won the War Games match the fact still remained that ultimately

!!!!ViCToRy WAS OURZ!!!!
IN OTHER WORDZ CHAPZ...
~$~MiSSiON F'N ACCOMPLISHED ~$~
And Despite What Happened This Evening Victory WAS SWEET!!!

Because when a plan comes full circle one cannot help but smile because after all of our hard work, after all of our careful planning and execution once again the members of the New Edge Roster were forced to choke down what most definitley had to be a very hard pill to swallow! Because now we have truly succeded we have taken from them everything! Everything they have accomplished and achieved and ultimately we have taken from them the place they all called home!

Now granted they just like us were going to be pioneers of this new company that was to emerge, but still it was us who were the victors, because it was us who forced them to see our vision, it was us who forced them into our way of life, and it was us who forced them to say farewell to everything they had achieved. Yet if you want to look at it a certian way, we did nothing but put New Edge Wrestling

!!!!!OuT OF IT's F'N MISERY!!!!!
...And That is Why WE SUCCEDED AND THEY FAILED!!!!

Because we saw this ship sinking way before it ever did! We saw this coming which is why at the BetterThanU pay per view we ripped up our NEW contracts and spat in Jesse Styles's face because we told him and everyone else that there is no New Edge Wrestling without us. And even though The cRu was still apart of NEW at the time of it's apparent death the wounds caused by Specter, Carter, Cera, and Slater were too big to heal!

They had destroyed it and we simply euthanized it, and seeing the looks on their faces as we robbed them of their joy of victory was every bit of worth it. Because despite Matt Slater's heroics they know good and got damn well that their victory was a fluke! It was supposed to be us who claimed the victory in that match, but due to the failure of Al Envy to get early momentum we failed.

But due to the ACE up our sleeve as always we walk out of this arena tonight with a reason to hold our head high and still with the feeling of victory in our hearts because it was truly us who won here today! Finally our prophecy has been fulfilled as once again we get to look every single one of them in the eyes on Insanity this week and once again be able to tell them

!!!!!We F'N TOLD YOU SO!!!!!
And They Have No Other Choice But To Accept It!!!

Because NEW was now offically dead and thanks to the planning of myself, Ryan Pugh, and Roger Wright things as usual went our phucking way, and we proved to the entire world that we are much bigger, much badder, and much more powerful than New Edge Wrestling and everything and everyone in it!!! This was a glorious moment for us and tonight we would truly celebrate it like it is one. But as I made myself comfortable in Roger's office I soon discovered that before the party could begin there was one final loose end that needed to be tied up! One that required our personal attendance!

Roger Wright: Yeah just a minute Johnny let me sign these last few papers, and then I have to make one last round and collect certian business property that belongs to us.

LA Johnny Stylez: Ohh and you need help with that I presume?

Roger Wright: Of course, why do you think I sent for you? Where is Pugh?

LA Johnny Stylez: Where do you think he is?

Roger Wright: Ohh Jesus, he really couldn't wait a half hour till we got out of here?

LA Johnny Stylez: No and with as much money as he has you'd think he'd phucking hire someone to go get his Burger King for him, but honestly I think he loves the entire experience of driving up to the drive thru, flirting with whatever wildabeast is taking his order, paying for it, and then having the bag touch his hands the moment they pull the burger from underneath the heat lamp and wrap it up in the paper. He is under the misconception that every single time he picks up that nasty shit that its served fresh...

Roger Wright: You've told him it isn't ri...

LA Johnny Stylez: THoUSaNDz of TiMez it's no use! He is also convinced that every Burger King just magically knows when he comes to town so they make it fresh just for him...

Roger Wright: Oh Jesus he's special!

LA Johnny Stylez: In more ways than one! So while we wait, I got to know, how does it feel to be back on the winning side?

Roger Wright: Well it would have been nicer if we would have gotten the job done in the ring tonight.

LA Johnny Stylez: I don't even want to talk about it Roger, I'd like to forget it if possible!

Roger Wright: Fair enough, but still I have to say all things considered I feel great. I thought for sure that after doing what I did I would at least feel just a little bit of remorse...

LA Johnny Stylez: So do you?

Roger looks at Johnny for a moment before an evil smirk shoots across his face as he looks at his new found friend and begins to laugh as he says...

Roger Wright: NOPE NOT ONE GOT DAMN BIT!!!

LA Johnny Stylez: That's my boy! So you ready for tonight?

Roger Wright: Yeah I suppose so, after all the bullshit I've had to put up with over the last few weeks I could use some cutting lose, what do you guys have planned.

LA Johnny Stylez: Ohh we are throwing a huge party!

Roger Wright: Cool, where the hotel?

LA Johnny Stylez: Roger please...I'm insulted...We go through the trouble of making the most shocking turn in the history of pro wrestling by killing off the greatest wrestling company in the world over the last three years and you think we are going to throw some rinky dink hotel party? Come on...you are in the cRu NOW! We do it BIG ALL THE PHUCKING TIME!

Roger Wright: So where's this place at?

LA Johnny Stylez: Ohh just you wait...You'll see! And believe me when I tell you this is going to be the biggest phucking party you'll ever see!

Roger Wright: Good!

Just then Pugh barges in the room with two brown Burger King bags in his hand and a large drink in the other. He has a non chalant look on his face like you'd never know he had a match where he decimated and humiliated NEW's former Queen of Xtreme for the 606789th time. But still none the less he plopped down the bags on Roger's desk and reached in to grab a double cheeseburger. I then go to reach in the bag and grab a burger as I had the munchies but the moment my finger tips touched the edge of the brown paper Pugh slapped my hand.

Ryan Pugh: Don't even think about it bitch, I only got enough for me...

LA Johnny Stylez: THERE'Z TWELVE PHUCKING BURGERS IN THERE TONZ OF FUN...YOU CAN SPARE ONE!!!

Ryan Pugh: No I can't...If you wanted something you should have asked it's not like you didn't know where I was going ya got damn burnout!

LA Johnny Stylez: I did ask you to get me something...

Ryan Pugh: Seriously?

LA Johnny Stylez: Yeah, double whopper with cheese!

Ryan Pugh: No you didn't!

LA Johnny Stylez: YES I DID NUM NUTZ!

Ryan Pugh: Well I didn't hear you!

LA Johnny Stylez: Ohh there's a phucking shocker...I swear when you've got Burgers on The Brain you turn into a phucking dumb ass!

Ryan Pugh: Well at least I know how to drive!

LA Johnny Stylez: Which is amazing considering you don't know how to think and eat at the same time...

Ryan Pugh: *NoM NoM NoM*... What did you say?

LA Johnny Stylez: You're DUMB...I said YOU ARE DUMMMMB!!!!

Ryan Pugh: FUCK YOU...So Rog we gunna go take care of this or what?

LA Johnny Stylez: Go take care of what?

Ryan Pugh: Ohh what you didn't tell him?

LA Johnny Stylez: What? Tell me what?

Roger then looks at Pugh and then Me as I have this beyond confused look on my face as Roger grins mischeviously again as the scene slowly fades to

...A FeW MoMeNTZ LaTeR...

Suddenly we find ourselves outside of a lockerroom door that reads THE COURT with their logo on the computer generated piece of paper. A hand knocks on the door as the hand is withdrawn as they wait for a few brief moments as the door suddenly swings open and we find ourselves glaring at none other than the King Himself...Adrien Specter. The now former NEW Trans Atlantic Champion and one half of the NEW Tag Team Champions looks on in disgust as he says.

Adrien Specter: What in the hell do you want?

The camera pans around as we see none other than Roger Wright, The Insane Icon Ryan Pugh, and THe DoN OF DiSReSPECT LA Johnny Stylez, who is wearing sunglasses as his trademark black and white cRu t-shirt. Ryan and Johnny are standing to Roger's right and left as Roger sternly looks at Adrien with an arrogant smirk on his face as he begins to speak.

Roger Wright: Is that anyway to talk to your boss Adrien?

Adrien Specter: FORMER BOSS, for Christs sakes Roger you've only been hanging out with that stoner for about an hour now, you can't tell me you have already succumbed to the same memory loss he undoubtly does.

Johnny smirks as Adrien takes his personal job at my after school activities!

I then lunge forward but Roger stops me, as he turns back to Adrien and says..

Roger Wright: Well while that may be true, you are still under contract to me until I leave the building this evening, but then again I would never have expected you to catch that because well Adrien to be quite honest you were never the sharpest knife in the drawer!

LA Johnny Stylez: Right, which is why I took no offense to an insult that comes from a bitch who calls himself the KING, when all he really is is a ROYAL CABANNA BOY! So are you going to invite us in or what Court Jester?...Or whatever your little bitch nickname is...

Adrien Specter: You give me one good reason why I should? Or better yet why don't you give me one good reason why Me and the other members of the Court don't jump your asses and leave you laying right here and right now.

Ryan Pugh: Well because Adrien, you want to prove what Roger just said about you true and prove you are not as dumb as you look, because well we all know that if you did want to start a fight it would get really ugly really fast, and you are no doubt still winded from your hellacious encounter with Devin Stone eariler in the evening, and well believe it or not we didn't come here just to fuck with you guys. We don't exactly have to come face to face with you to talk about how pathetic you and the rest of the sheep inside of that room are!

Roger Wright: So, so how about you shut your mouth and quit wasting our time because like Ryan said we came here on officall business and the sooner you let us do that the sooner you can get back to fluffing Vanessa's pillows or fixing her a glass of Reya's warm piss...Or whatever else she has you mindless idiots doing when you aren't getting your asses kicked in the ring!

Adrien Specter: Watch it Roger, just because you decided to tuck tail and run with these guys because you got sick of getting your ass kicked by them doesn't mean I can't and won't BEAT TOUR ASS AGAIN!

Roger Wright: Like I said Adrien maybe one of these days you and I can climb in the ring and I can show you just how wrong you are, but for now we have a business matter to settle and I'd like to go ahead and get it taken care of, because the longer I'm standing here the more I wanna punch you in the face...So stand aside let us in, and this will all be over with shortly!

Adrien Specter: Why do you have to come in?

Roger Wright: Because this concerns more than just you!

Adrien Specter: Very well then...Be quick!

Adrien then stands aside as Pugh, Roger and Myself enter The Court locker room, which I must admit is a lot nicer than I thought it would be considering most of this stable is nothing more than a bunch of overrated curtian jerkers but still none the less I can see where most of there measley pay checks go...I guess if you want to appear as royalty you have to look the part but none the less I find it funny because most of the time this is used as the women's locker room which would explain why there are no urinals in their bathroom but none the less appropriate for a group of bitchez if you ask me.

As I walk by Adrien I pucker my lips and make a kissing sound as he glares at me the same way he always glares at me like he wants to take my phucking head off, but if there is one thing we should all know about him by now is that if there is anything that bitch of a man is not capable of it's THAT!

So anyway as we make our way inside the locker room we find all members of The Court present and accounted for accept the Queen Bee herself, she is probably in the bathroom looking at herself in the mirror or out at a starbucks jerking off the manager for a free shot of espresso or something.

Yet as we finally make our way into the room and Adrien shuts the door behind us we find Frank Finelli dressed and showered after their respective matches. I looked around the room to see if Apathy was in here, I figured she would be since her and Frank decided to rekindle their old flame...It was sad really, I mean I wonder if Frank knew that the only reason she was with him was because all of her other options had been expended. I'm sure if we are here long enough I'd find some way to let that slip, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

The moment Adrien shuts the door, Frank goes to get up as he may be a dumb mother phucker but he is smart enough to know that anytime he sees us he had better get ready to fight because any other time he has looked up and seen a cRu t-shirt he has gotten his oversized juiced up head kicked in, much like he will this week when the three of us climb in the ring with three of them and hand them their asses

!!!!!OnE Mo TiME!!!!!
Ya KnOW FoR GooD OLe TiMe'z SaKe!!!!

But before Frank is able to totally make it to his feet Roger holds his hands out and with a calm tone assures Frank there is no need to stand as this time we came in peace...Well KiNDa...

Roger Wright: Please Frank, sit down, we didn't come to fight! As I'm sure you've all heard by now there is a big Insanity planned for this week, and well I think I speak for all of us when I say we can wait until next week to climb in the ring and kick the crap out of Vanessa's little Court...Speaking of that snoody cunt where is she at?

Adrien Specter: That's none of your business asshole, why don't you say what you gotta say and get the hell out of here...Unless this of course concerns her...

Roger Wright: Meh, no not really I was just trying to be polite...EXCUSSSSE ME...

LA Johnny Stylez: Yeah we just figured if she was somewhere the three of you would be right there with her at her becking call as usual!

Frank Finelli: You wanna watch your mouth there stoner boy? Don't forget where you are!

Ryan Pugh: Aw isn't that cute Johnny, Apathy's new boy friend thinks we are scared of him!

LA Johnny Stylez: Ohh yeah I heard about that...What happened with uhh...uhh What's her name that you were with? What's the matter? She didn't look the same after Pugh gave it to her again and again! You know she cried after it was over right? Talking about how beautiful it was when they came together or some shit, I thought it was kinda sappy personally but you know!

Frank Finelli: ENOUGH! You assholes say you didn't come here looking for a fight, but if you keep on that's exactly what this is going to be!

LA Johnny Stylez: Well I don't mind that, what about you Pugh?

Pugh moves his neck cracking it a bit and then pops his knuckles as he says...

Ryan Pugh: Nope sure don't I already beat the shit out of your queen eariler tonight I don't imagine I'd have a lot of trouble putting down the rest of you dip shits!

Roger Wright: Johnny, Pugh do me a favor and save it will you! Because like I said there will be plenty of time for that next week...We came here on business, to be quite frank...No pun intended we came here to collect NEW property, so Mr. Finelli Mr. Specter if you would both be so kind...

Adrien Specter: What property?

Ryan Pugh: Hmm, well I dunno Specter how about the only thing you have in here that is actually property of the company we killed...I mean the company that closed tonight...

Roger Wright: I'm sorry that's my fault let me be more clear about this...I'm sorry gentlemen but I am here to collect your CHAMPIONSHIPS! Because as of a few moments New Edge Wrestling is now defunct therefore so are your title belts, and I'm here to collect them, as usual you can have replicas made if you'd like to keeop them for namesake value, but as of this moment you are here by stripped of your titles and I need them, so if you'd please hand them over we'll be on our way!

Frank Finelli: THIS IS BULLSHIT! We worked out ass of for those titles! WE ARE STILL THE RIGHTFUL CHAMPIONS GOT DAMNIT!

Adrien Specter: I'm with Frank on this one? So since you fucked us over and closed down the NEW that means we are just fucked out of our titles?

Roger Wright: No...Not necessairly in two weeks actually you Adrien Specter will be in a unification match against Tommy Kain for The Southern Title which is the equvilent to that dead title in your bag, and then the week after that gentlemen the both of you will be be given a chance to compete for the PCW Tag Team titles in a unification match, but I'm afraid as of right now, I need the NEW property back so we can put them where they belong, as it is best to just put this behind us and let's move on.

LA Johnny Stylez: If you ask me it's a shame that you phuck mooks were the last champions NEW will ever see, but as you know it's out of our hands...So whatever!

Frank Finelli: Why don't you go ask Apathy about that tough guy, I'm more of a man or champion than you'll ever be!

LA Johnny Stylez: Sure Frank whatever get's you to sleep at night, now how about you make yourself useful, and go fetch our property...

Frank Finelli: I aint fetching shit for you asshole...

Adrien Specter: Right once again I'm with my Tag Partner on this one, what if we refuse? You ladies gunna try and take em from us?

Ryan Pugh: Not that that has ever been a problem in the past Adrien, as I think both Johnny and I have taken the Trans Atlantic title from you at least once, but no...We aren't going to...You see right outside that door is a group of San Francisco's finest outside hoping to GAWD you ladies be difficult about this.

LA Johnny Stylez: Right, so ultimately I guess the question you dip shits wanna ask yourselves is...Do you really want to go to jail in the gayest city in the United States of America?

Roger Wright: Right, you gentlemen have one minute to consider your options I really hope you chose the correct one, because I can press serious charges and given that both of you have matches this week it is in your best interest to be as prepared as you can for them! Especially you Frank you don't want to let your queen down now do you? I hear there are terrible reprecussions for doing that...isn't that right Adrien?

Adrien Specter; FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU!

LA Johnny Stylez: Ya know I liked you a lot more when you had your tongue cut out!...Just get the got damn belts pumpkin we got shit to do!

Adrien Specter: Very well...But just know that one of these days Johnny I'm going to look down on your unconcious body and laugh!

LA Johnny Stylez: HA! I won't hold my breathe...

Frank Finelli and Specter then get up and retrieve their Championships out of their bag. Specter hands both of his titles to Roger, as Frank attempts to hand his half of the NEW Tag Team Titles to Roger but I reach out and jerks it out of his hand. I then put it around my waist and lower my sunglasses and wink at him...I then walk over to the garbage can unfasten the belt as I pick up the garbage can and throw it in there. I then look at Frank and watch the anger build in his eyes as i metaphorically take his accomplishment and junk it like it was nothing. Roger then turns around looks at me and says...

Roger Wright: JOHNNY!

LA Johnny Stylez: What?

Roger Wright: NOT YETTTTT!

LA Johnny Stylez: Ohh my bad!

I then bend over and pick the title up and put it back around my waist. I then open the door for my two homiez as we make out way out. And just as Roger said as soon as we open the door a group of San Fransisco's finest are outside waiting to escort us down the hall.

LA Johnny Stylez: Meh I guess this belt looks better this way anyway! So I guess that's it then! We'll see you bitches next week! Ohh and don't forget to tell Vanessa we dropped by, and Frank, tell Apathy I said to

!!!!!!SoaK!!!!!!
!!!!!SoMe!!!!!!
!!!!!!UP!!!!!!!!!
...And To CaLL ME, When She Is Done Phucking The Curtian Jerkerz! NIGHT LADIEZ!

Frank takes his empty glass of scotch and throws it at my head, and had it been just a little more to the left he would have nailed me. But the glass shatters against the wall as I took one last look and I could see the rage in his eyes.

I could tell this little lovers quarrell that Apathy had apprently started was going to get pretty interesting here in the coming weeks. Fortunately for me I had antcipated this and when I put Frank Finelli on his ass again this week on Insanity she is going to know good and got damn well that her feeble attempts to make me jealous are a lost cause...if she wants to phuck losers thats on her!

She had her chance and she knows that that dip shit doesn't compare to me on his best day and me on my worst! But still as we walked down the hall with all of The Court's Championship gold I was struck with a satisfying smile as I was once again reminded that despite losing the War Games match eariler in the evening we still walk out victorious because while they won the battle, we won the

!!!!!W.A.R.!!!!!!
And Tonight We Claimed Our Biggest and Greatest Casualty...
!!!!!NeW EDGE WRESTLING!!!!!

So as we walked down the hall back to our locker room we passed the area that was set up for interviewing. I noticed that they had not yet taken down the back drops for NEW or PCW, and as I passed these back drops by I felt myself get struck by a little nostalgia.

LA Johnny Stylez: What yall say? Wanna give it one last run?

Ryan Pugh: ABSOLUTLEY NOT!

LA Johnny Stylez: Rog?

Roger Wright: Yeah me either, I'm ready to get the hell out of here personally...

LA Johnny Stylez: You guys are phucking lame...Yall go ahead I'm gunna cut one last promo for good ole time's sake...Lord knows they could use one last proper send off...

Ryan Pugh: Johnny you really need to get over yourself one of these days man!

LA Johnny Stylez: Yeahhhhhh that's not happenin...You sure you don't wanna join me in giving these mother phuckerz THE BUSINESS ONE MORE TIME?

Ryan Pugh: FUCK NO!

LA Johnny Stylez: Fine then suit yourselves!

Ryan Pugh: Well don't take forever ya rambling sum bitch we are leaving in like thirty minutes with or without you!

LA Johnny Stylez: Yeah yeah, whatever...I'll be there!

Ryan gives me a dirty look as he and Roger continue on down the hall. But before they leave I grab both NEW title belts from Roger, because if I am going to do this I'm gunna do it right. So I take Finelli's Tag Title from around my waist, and put the Trans Atlantic Championship around my waist and both of the Tag TItles over my shoulders. I then step in front of the NEW back drop and get ready to cut the last NEW PPV promo...SO without further ado ladies and gentlemen...LET THE BUSINESS BeGiN

LA Johnny Stylez; Well, well, well...Raise your hand if you didn't see this shit coming? Well on behalf of myself and the other members of the cRu, members of the New Edge roster this is The DoN OF DISRESPECT saying to you asshatz what I've been waiting to say to you mother phuckers for over a phucking year now...

!!!!!!!C.H.E.C.K.M.A.T.E.!!!!!!!
HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!

We told you mother phuckers from day ONE that we were going to burn this God FoRSaKeN COMPANY TO THE MOTHER PHUCKING GROUND! And when the cRu says we are going to do something more times often than not, we phucking get it done! Because the sad part about this is ladies and gentlemen that even though we are the ones who enginered the demise of this once great wrestling company if you want to put the blame on anyone for killing New Edge Wrestling unfortunately that blame cannot be placed on our shoulders.

Because during the days when Ryan Pugh, LA Johnny Stylez, XXX, Roger Wright, Al Envy, and Inkt were on top of NEW, the company couldn't have been stronger and couldn't have burned brighter as the single greatest wrestling orginization in the world! We stop fighting each other and look at what happened.

You had all of these dip shit groups and factions popping up left and right crying about not being passed the torch, crying about not being given a chance, so we split the companies and create opportunities for you cry baby bitches and what happened?...Metaphorically speaking you asshatz

!!!!!DRoPPeD The F'N BALL!!!!!!
SHOCKING?....MeH NOT SO MUCH!!!!

Because the one of the very many thing that seperates us from every last one of you is not only talent and charisma...But also dedication and that IT FACTOR. Some of you were given top spots and the moment some of you got a hold of it, immediatley you failed because you didn't know what to do with it. The pressure of being oin top was too heavy for most of you to bare to you dropped the ball and ended up taking this company down with you. If I was to blame any one person it would be Adrien Specter and Vanessa.

I mean you finally broke through. You finally broke pass your glass cieling, and the moment you reach and earn your glory you drop the title to a curtian jerking phuck mook like Judas Dathan who in turn loses the title to a real champion in Aaron Abraham. It was like the days of Avalance, Plague, and Shale Stevens all over again! You and the rest of the bitch ass court ran all over the NEW making the place come off the same way every single one of you do...AS A GOT DAMN

!!!!!J.O.K.E.!!!!
OnLy NOW I GUESS THE REAL QUESTION IS...
?WHOSE LAUGHING NOW?
PHUCK MOOX!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH

Because plain and simple if any of you take anything away from what happened here tonight it should be this. Enterting this new era of professional wrestling that we forced, you should all fall in line and know your place! You all should know that your place is beneath us and at the very back of the line, because you have all proven beyond a shadow of any doubt that you don't deserve the spots that we have not because you don't deserve it, but because YOU CAN'T PHUCKING HANDLE IT!

You crack under pressure, and everything you do comes off as either a joke or forgettable because you lack the power, the agression, and the attitude to be a top superstar. Yeah it wouldn't surprised me if some of you packed your bags and left for what you may consider greener pastures and to those of you I say this.

You can change your scenery all you'd like but at the end of the day none of that makes a damn bit of difference because you can go somewhere and become an undisputed champion of the universe, but it still won't amount to shit because at the end of the day you still couldn't hang with the best here, and until you phuck mooks prove us wrong, that is precisley what we are...

!!!!!BeTTeRTHANu!!!!!
Which MaKeZ US THE BEST!!!

So this week The cRu looks to drive the final nail in the coffin of all that remains of New Edge Wrestling. The last stronghold, if you even want to call it that, in the NEW's longest running the joke The Court. A group of inefectual nothings whom the last time I was in the ring with I beat

!!!!ALL BY MYSELF!!!!
SHOCKING...I KNOW!!!!

But anyway you look up and down the ranks and you can easily see why The cRu had to put NEW Edge Wrestling out of it's phucking misery! First on the list you have Reya Serra, my sweetheart how you have improved since the last time we were in the ring together, yet still all during that time you really haven't accomplished all that much because you still chose to sit there and play second fiddle to a woman who cares as much about your well being as she does for mine! I mean the only thing you've gotten out of the deal is that you stuck around there long enough to find out you are one of the Janson sisters...And what did that get you sweetheart?

!!!!N.O.T.H.I.N.G.!!!!!
UNLeSS YoU WOULD LiKe To COuNT CONSTANT HUMILIATION!!!

After the discovery that you were her long lost sister, did that bump you up in the ranks and make you The Princess of The Court? PHUCK NO, you still remain the Herald, which means you are one that goes out and preaches to others about her bidding which from where I'm sitting is just phucking pathetic! But you seemed to like it which is what makes you just another sheep in the flock and just as disposable as the rest of you!

Because the one thing that makes The Court as pathetic as it is, is the fact that it's a group of morons who join and trade in your dignity, your talent, and your well being all in the name of serving the most self serving cunt on the face of this Earth who could give a phuck less about you and what you are truly capable of! Case and point look at the Tag Team Titles slung over my shoulder right now Reya!

The reason Roger didn't have to track you down and come take these things off of you is because your brilliant leader decided it was best to have your entire group bicker over a prize you had already won just so she could reap the glory of being the Tag Team Champions. The battle was already won, but that wasn't good enough! She wanted to hog the glory for herself so she drug you into a battle despite the fact that you and everyone else already won it and you went to war and she lead you straight to failure and you know just as well as I do that wasn't the

!!!!F'N FIRST TIME!!!!
NoW WAS IT?

But you remain blinded and brain washed, and I am here to tell you right now that until you wake the phuck up meidcrioty is all that remains in your future, because in the world WE are about to create only the strong will survive and you Reya Serra right now shall definitley be counted amongst the weak! How fitting is it that each time you and I meet you end up banned, or excommunicated from something you passionately believe in and fight for?

The last time I saw you I had you excommunicated from The Catholic Church a blow I'm not so sure you ever recovered from, but either way now this time yours truly along with the cRu have definitley delt you and the rest of your rag tag group of CuRTiAN JeRKeRz a crippling blow as we took away your true sancturary as tonight we fufilled our own phucking prophecy and metaphortically speaking BURNED NEW EDGE WRESTLING TO THE GROUND! All that remained of them was the shiney trinkets your two boys kicked your asses for a week ago!

And then following your excommunication was a server beat down, and it's like they say if one does not learn from history then they are doomed to repeat it, so what I want you to do Reya is take a good look around you sweetheart, because as you can see it's happening all over again!

Your worst phucking nightmare has taken from you everything that you and The Court have worked for, which wasn't much and had you thrown and expelled from it! And following it this week on Insanity will be another servere beat down that you will remember for the rest of your life! Only you need do yourself a favor and learn from this one, because if you don't this will happen again, and again and

!!!!!A.G.A.I.N.!!!!!
So The Question IS HOW LoNG ARe YoU GoING To LET YoUR SiSTeR LEAD YOU TO FAILURE?

You think about that and we'll see this weekend as it's time to turn the subject to something a little more important, a little more personal. And by now if you haven't figured it out yes I am talking about and to you Frank Finelli. The Court's Executioner...You know every single time I hear or say that nickname all I can do is phucking laugh!

And you know why? Because it's a JOKE! When is the last time you executed anything other than your own career!?! Up until Judas Dathan left The Court for what the 9th time now you were hardly even mentioned everyone myself included forgot that you were even a member of The CuRTiAN JeRKiNG CaRnIVaL known as The Court, but that is no one's fault but your own!

But putting all that aside let's take a moment an examine our personal problems, because I'm not nor have I ever been one to avoid issues like this, because despite what Apathy may tell you Frank it's time you heard and understood the truth ASSHAT! So here we go! First off, how does it feel when you and Apathy crawl in bed at night and she kisses you good night and then rolls over and you know she is dreaming about YoURz TRULY? You can deny it all you'd like but take a look around you, the only reason she is with your stupid ass is because she couldn't have her first option.

Then you went and found her while she was drunk, and let me tell you the reason she wound up with you in the first place is because you found her in the state she was in, and in that kind of a situation it could have been anyone who had anything remotely positive to say to her. You and I have both known Liz for a long time, long enough to know she can't be alone.

So you are her crutch, only she isn't smart enought to know yet that she doesn't need you, but rest assured Frank that day is rapidly approaching! And while we are on the phucking subject do you know why I was her first choice? I mean did you ever really stop to think about that one for a minute? I mean why would I be her first choice after I manipulated, lied, and used her the way I did over you? And it's because at least out of the two of us...I'm a phucking man, but above and beyond all of that I am more than a man I'm a mother phucking

!!!!!C.H.A.M.P.I.O.N.!!!!!
AnD LooK I'Ve GoT YoUR BELT TO PROVE IT!!!!

But aside from that, I'm not some lame ass sheep who pledged my full allegiance to some stupid cunt who would watch me fall just to get what she wants! Because rest assured the day she sees how pathetic you are is coming sooner than you think. Your only redeeming quality is that you are loyal, but who you pay your loyalites to is proof of how much of a fool you are.

Like every other member of The Court you traded in your dignity and self respect to play a role, you fell in line behind one of the most pathetic and unsuccessful people in the history of New Edge and what did you hope to learn?

What has your loyalty ever gotten you? You and Adrien Specter were thrown together by her will and ended up foiling her plans to become Tag Team Champions, you willingly took part in a match that you ended up winning, but the only thing that was accomplished during all that was The Court looking pathetic, and that's how your Championship reign began! I guess it's a good thing you are used to being a royal cabanna boy, because how does it feel to know that your girlfriend has surpassed you?

How does it feel to know you are the less important person in that equation, which is another reason I think Apathy picked you because she is The PCW World Heavyweight Champion which means she needs someone to clip her nails, fluff her pillows, carry her bags, and the good news is you are already used to doing that, because you are not an Executioner you are a got damn

!!!!FooT STOOL!!!!
YoU Do WHAT YoU ToLD WHEN YOUR TOLD...ANd THere IS AnoThER WORD FOR THAT...
!!!!!B.I.T.C.H.!!!!!

Which ironically enough is what I made you the last time we were in the ring together! Because just like tonight when Rog, Pugh, and Myself came into your locker room, and I chunked this piece of shit title of yours that is currently around my shoulders into the garbage that should have showed you right there what you are.

Because you choose to be on the losing side Frank, you chose to be a fool, you chose to bow at someone else's feet and do their biding because you are not man enough to stand on your own got damn feet, and you are definitley not smart enough to realize that you are being played. Because I'm telling you this now asshat.

Sooner or later Apathy is going to wake up and realize that being with you is a waste of time, because you aren't what she really want, and could you blame her? I mean look at you? So get used to what happened to you tonight, because just like tonight when I snatched this belt from you and chunked it in the garbage when we climb in the ring on Insanity the only thing you are going to be able to do about the situation is get mad.

Because I am and always have been and always will be ten times the man you are. My championship reigns are a legacy while yours are nothing more than a joke. Don't believe me, answer me this Mrs. Finelli...How is it every single time you win a Championship a few weeks later the title goes defunct?

!!!!I'M JuST SaYiNG!!!!
...YoU MiGhT WaNNa ThINK THAT ONE OVER HOME BOY!

You can say I'm jealous, but at the end of the day take a look inside Frank and you'll see that it is you who is jealous, because it's like I said you are the one who has to go to bed every night knowing that the girl you claim to be in love with is really in love with someone else. You are the one who has to ignore the fact that she had to settle for what was left around instead of what she really wanted! Seven days removed from when she looked me in the eye and worked up enough courage to say she was in love with me, is when she claimed to have fallen in love with you...HoW ConVeNiAnT! Enjoy it while it lasts because like your run in New Edge Wrestling Frank

!!!!!It'LL ALL Be OVeR SooN!!!!!
And YoU'Re JusT To DuMb To SEE IT COMING!!!!

Which brings me to my favorite part about this. The most ridicilious one of them all. The Queen of The Court Vanessa. The longest standing member of The New Edge Wrestling roster. The one of us that has been here since day one.

So tell me V, how does it feel sweetheart? How does it feel to know that something you fought for longer than any of us was brought to it's knees by men who told the world we were bigger than it? How does it feel to have been there this entire time and accomplish next to nothing? I mean sure you accomplished a few things like your little Xtreme Title runs that my boy Ryan Pugh eclipsed when he showed up on his first night and ended your joke of a reign...

Aside from that what else do you have? Well I guess if I had to give you credit for something I should give you credit for being able to brain wash this small collective of curtian jerkers enough into believing that someone like you could lead them to success, which in the grand scheme of things is a joke all in itself, because deep down Vanessa you know just as well as I do that the only thing you are a Queen of is

!!!!!F.A.I.L.U.R.E.!!!!!
HarDLy An AdMiRaBLe TRAIT FOR A LEADER!!!

Because while you and your group may have lasted longer than any other curtian jerking conglomerate before you, you have never lead a successful campagin throughout your entire existence...Tell me how you really think this is going to go considering one thing you have never been able to do is pin Ryan Pugh's shoulders to the mat, and then there was that time where you and your entire Court were in the ring with me, and I handed you all your asses

!!!!BY MY F'N SELF!!!!
GooD TiMEZ HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

All of you working together couldn't stop me from moving on to becoming the number one contender to the NEW World Heavyweight Championship...So what makes you think for a single phucking second all of you working together can stop arguably three stars who built the company! Because again Vanessa I ask you how it feels to have been apart of a company only to have played the meger roll that you did? You were here for three years and recieved one World Heavyweight Title shot? You want to know the truth Vanessa? If there is anyone that should be blamed for the death of one of the greatest and most powerful wrestling promotions the world has ever seen...

!!!!!IT'S YOU!!!!!
YOUR SELFISHNESS, YOUR FAILURES, and YOUR IDIOICY IS WHY NEW IS NO MORE!!!

Because as a leader it is your job to help those that pledge their allegiances to you to become the best they can be. But you don't see things like that do you? Because you treat them like peasents you use their talents to put yourself over, but thats the problem working with idiots I suppose! Because as a leader YOU FAILED THEM!

Take the Tag Title fiasco a few weeks back because instead of allowing the group to share in something you all worked for together you just couldn't let them all share your glory could you? You had to be selfish and have it for yourself, so you lead your troops into battle and you came out a failure, as usual your plan for dominance blew up in your phucking face while the world, myself included sat back and

!!!!!F'N LAUGHED!!!!!
BeCaUse ONCE AgaIn YoU MaDe YoURSeLF ANd YOUR CoURT A MOCKERY!!!!

ANd it is shit like that, that lead this company to failure and death! Because while many people will blame the cRu for the death of New Edge Wrestling let it be known here today that we did nothing but put it our of it's misery!

Misery that fools like you created! Because you Vanessa rob each member of your Court of their dignity and self respect! You claim to have two personalities and I think the saddest thing about that is the fact that there is two of you and neither one of you can lead yourself or anyone else to anything but a humiliating beat down! Which is why this final battle of sorts is such a fitting affair, because this week on Insanity The cRu makes good on our promise!

We saw what you had turned NEW into, and we made a vow at The BETTERTHANU ppv to bring that to an end, and rebuild what we had set out to in the beginning! Because when we showed up we weeded out every single worthless curtian jerking talent that made NEW a joke to begin with, the only one we weren;t able to get rid of is you! But this week on Insanity our revolution begins! Because the war is over, and I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you...

!!!!!WE WON!!!!!
ThiS ASS BEATING YOU GOT COMIN IS SIMPLY A FORMALITY!!!

Because you know deep down you cannot lead Frank Finelli and Reya Serra to victory! You've known all along that you never had what it took to stand along side Roger Wright, Ryan Pugh, Al Envy, XXX, and Johnny Stylez as the ICONS that we are. You knew you don't and never will have what it takes to be known as one of the people who made this company the success that it was. Instead when people look back they will see you for what you truly are, and that is Vanessa the selfish cunt who murderd the spirirt and meaning of New Edge Wrestling.

Because at the end of the day the difference between the Court and The cRu...IS YOU! We are all able to stand on our own be our own person. We don't push each other down for the sake of ourselves. Do we all have egos? You're got damn right we do, but at least we have the balls to admit it..and at least we have a reason to have an ego to begin with! You on the other hand can't exactly say that now can you?

You have tried desperately to make your Court seem like it could compete or compare To the cRu only to be met with failure time and time again, and this week on Insanity shall be no different! But I do honestly say you do put up a fight, because like it or not, CuNT FACE this is NEW EDGE WRESTLING'S fInal stand! Only what they will see is a reflection of what NEW had become, they will see why we had no other choice then to take NEW in the back yard and put it down!

And they will see it was because you had left us no other choice. My only hope is that your troops look around them after it's all over and place the blame where it really rests. Because truth is tootse it aint our fault, when the company was in our hands it was at the height of it's success, when we passed the torch along to you, you had them bickering over scraps!

And that is why NEW Edge Wrestling is dead, and that is precisley why The Court will be made fools of again live on national television, and that is why Ryan Pugh, Roger Wright, and The DoN OF DISRESPECT LA Johnny Stylez is going to take you and your pitiful excuse for a Court and we are going to drive the final nail in the coffin of NEW, as we bring you all to your knees with the NEW in phucking ashes and we are going to force you all to

!!!!!SoaK!!!!!
!!!!!SoMe!!!!
!!!!!!UP!!!!!!
OnE MoRe F'N TiME...YOU KNOW...FOR GOOD OLE TIMEZ SAKE!!!!

And with that, I lower my sunglasses and wink. I then stand completely still so that all of what I just said sinks in so that the truth about what happened and what is going to happen truly sinks in.

Because the final battle of this long drawn out war is upon us. In this moment of silence I want you all to think about what has come and gone. Think about the good ole days when Roger Wright, Al Envy, XXX, Ryan Pugh, Inkt, Aaron Abraham, and LA Johnny Stylez defined what it meant to be a champion. Because it is going to be those men who once again bring about this new era, who bring about an EVOLUTION unlike anything professional wrestling has ever seen. And then look at The Court, and see why NEW had to die in order for this to happen!

And with that I walk off the scene and head to the limo to join my friends, my brothers in combat as we prepare to kick off the real party, because this night was far from phucking over with...As a matter of fact like all endings this was just the beginning of something else much bigger and much better...And the fact that you all get to witness and be apart of it it

...Has Been YoUR PLEASURE!!!

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