Post by Styles on Mar 12, 2013 14:31:43 GMT -5
Finally arriving at their destination, New Edge has come to terms with the Brazilian Entertainment Industry of Rio, and has been given the green light to proceede with their event one week late. However, the catch was, they had to do two shows. The first though, being the pre show to Fall From Grace. Inkt has managed to get his workers to put it all on the line. Title matches, #1 contender matches, and surprises around every corner. He has been quoted as saying, "This is the show everyone has been waiting for. This show will put cRu Edge Wrestling back on the international map for good." Hopefully, he isn't made a fool of once more and will be allowed to put on the show that many would consider the best PPV since New Edge has had since they signed with their new broadcasting company on the Fed Wars Network.
FALL FROM GRACE INFO
DateSeptember 25, 2012 at 5 pm
VenueWarfare Dome
DeadlineSeptember 24, 2012 at 9 pm
Rating21
Attendance250,000
Gate$7,500,000
Travel Cost$1
Event Cost$100,000
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The camera pans up backstage to the cRu locker room. Inkt is stood looking directly into the camera lens.
Inkt: "Welcome people to Rio. Tonight you are going to see some of the best wrestlers in this industry in action."
He pauses for a split second.
Inkt: "And Hunter Valtentyne."
A smirk crosses his face.
Inkt: "Tonight we have the World Heavyweight Champion Shane Sparx puts it all on the line with the number one contender, Lucas McCann. Now this is sure to be an interesting matchup. And it's sure to be watched by the whole locker room."
He pauses.
Inkt: "Also my cRu stable mate Nocturnal faces off for the NEW Youngblood Championship belt against the champion Father Nathan. In a classic Good versus Evil match where the one that can't continue due to blood loss is the loser. This is going to be amazing."
Nodding he smiles.
Inkt: "The NEW TA Championship is online in a three way dance with.................................."
He pauses and looks off camera.
Inkt: "What? Who? Okay................................."
He turns back to the camera, he seems to be a bit thrown off by something.
Inkt: "Now this is NEW: Fall From Grace!!!!!!!!"
A SHOW TO REMEMBER
TypeOne man segment
Length3 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating21%
Crowd Reaction30%
Overall Rating26%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Vince Walters: You been out partying in Rio yet?
Jill Matthews: Yes we went out last night but it is good to be here tonight.
Vince Walters: Yes, we’ve got a great show tonight ahead of us.
Tom Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is Nocturnal!
The crowd, in warbly drunken, adrenalized unison, join the announcer’s spiel.
That last syllable, chanted by Nocturnal’s dark minions and echoed no doubt, by millions upon millions in front of monitors in dens, living rooms, sports bars and less wholesome establishments across the world.
The crowd leans forward.
Then the lights in the arena dim. The Big Screen comes to life with just static. The static seems to zoom back, revealing a television. A small blonde haired girl, Heather O'Rourke, sits looking at the television. She seems mesmerized by the static on her television. Craig T. Nelson and Jo Beth Williams are standing behind her. She slowly raises her hands and places them on the screen of the television.
Craig T. Nelson: Carol Anne, what is it, honey?
Jo Beth Williams: Baby, are you ok?
The girl slowly turns her head back to them.
Heather O'Rourke (Carol Anne): They're here...
Deep shadow covers the screen.
Parts of the screen slowly lighten up to reveal what appears to be a silhouette.
In darkness, a blood curdling cacophony: the squeal of unoiled winches, the rasp of hooks and razors being sharpened; and worse, and the howl of tormented souls. Above this din one particular victim yells for mercy with a mixture of tears and roars of rage.
Now the Screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.
On the screen is a close up of an eye. Inside that eye is the sentence reflected in reverse: "Your Worse Nightmare Is Back." The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. "Narcissistic Cannibal" by Korn starts blaring out. Suddenly the lights go out. Suddenly the screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it.
It's not the moon at all, they realize. The shape is round like a full moon, but it seems to be made up of thin ribbons of cloud streaking against a night sky. And there's a face, we see, a face hidden in shadows, looking down from above. The picture has a grainy look to it as it changes. The scene is of a young girl sitting in a chair in a straight-jacket behind her stood to her left is a Doctor. The nerve-wracking grating as if of some giant metallic insect sounds in the background, but the young girl doesn't seem to notice. The Doctor stood to the left of the girl suddenly changes position from the left part of the picture, to the right. Almost instantly the Doctor returns to its original position, but in that one moment in its changed location we see a huge man with a shadow covering his face. The young girl turns towards where that figure stood, and smiles.
The screen next becomes a twitching, undulating impenetrable sea of the kanji characters used in the Japanese language. The viewers can pick out only a few things recognizable in English:
"Run whilst you still can."
Now the screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.
On the big screen is a close up on inhuman, alien-looking eye. Inside that eye a single word is reflected in reverse: Pain. The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. It changes and we see a long shot of an outdoor, swimming pool, the man with the shadows for a face is swimming in it and the straight jacket young girl sits by it.
The arena drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Orange strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The whole entranceway bursts into flames. Six figures can be seen on the other side of the flames; the male is dressed in black robes with the hood pulled up. The female figure is stood beside him. Behind them are three other females but they seem to be in a kind of daze. Bringing up the rear is Summer, Nocturnal’s acquired three year old daughter.
He pulls the hood down, dropping the robes to the floor revealing to the crowd who it is. Then, raising his massive arms over his head in an age-old gesture of defiance and supremacy as phosphorus flames blast in twin columns to the heavens behind him.
Vince Walters: Here he is the number one contender for the NEW Youngblood Champion.
Jill Matthews: It’s going to be an interesting match.
Vince Walters: Nocturnal and his twisted sister are back.
He stands motionless, emotionless. Then on some unseen signal he launches himself forward into the flames without a seconds thought, his dark eyes glaze over. He stands with his arms outstretched like a crucifixion. Flames lick around his head and engulf his clothing, yet he emerges from the other side unscathed.
Laughing sadistically as he is joined by his sister Emily Koresh who seem to just emerge from the billowing smoke and they slowly walk towards the ring ignoring the cheers from the crowd. Nocturnal, dressed in a "Anti-cRu Superstar" T-shirt. As he passes a camera he stops and looks directly into the lens. He has the look of an arrogant champion on his face. Following close behind him dressed in black is his sister. The other two women closely follow behind them.
He climbs between the ropes and strides to the far side of the ring. Climbing the turnbuckle he lifts his arms up high to the cheers of the crowd. Flash bulbs blink from all around the arena catching this moment in history.
He gets down and looks around he nods his head and stands in the middle of the ring and ignoring the three women and roars as pyros explode behind him.
Vince Walters: Oh I wonder what he’s got to say? I think this is going be interesting.
Jill Matthews: Yeah, the Sadistic Bastard is back in the house, more importantly how’s he going to get revenge against Father Nathan?
Vince Walters: Oh right.
The smoke clears in the ring and Nocturnal leans over the ropes and grabs a microphone off of one of the ring crew. He returns to the centre of the ring tapping the microphone making sure it is working; He looks around the arena awaiting the people to be quiet so he can talk. And then hands the microphone to Emily.
Emily Koresh: …………
The cheers get louder.
Emily Koresh: Your next NEW Youngblood Champion is in the house.
She walks around the ring pointing at people in the crowd.
Emily Koresh: Rio is not really known for wrestling but the cRu is here to put it on the map.
She pauses and chuckles to herself.
Emily Koresh: But we must get onto why we are out here.
She hands the microphone to her brother.
Nocturnal: You can look into my eyes and analyse me…….my notions…….my thoughts. All you come up with is a blank stare. You see what I let you see and more than likely. The only emotion you’ll get out of me is anger. You might want to think twice, about staring into Nocturnal’s eyes.
He walks around the ring.
Nocturnal: Father Nathan, over half of all living things exist in darkness. They hunt, work and survive by the phases of the moon and the light of the stars, or navigate by strange senses underground; in jungles the night is thick with their chatter. The hills echo with the cries of night birds and coyotes. On the outskirts of towns, bats screech above streetlamps and mewling tom cat’s prowl poorly in alleys. In the city, dogs bark, cars backfire and sirens wail but you don’t see that. For you Father Nathan and the rest of your clique are mere bugs to irritate me. Your existence is meaningless to me. You will not be remembered. You will fall beneath my………..no cRu’s feet.
A cheer goes up around the arena.
Nocturnal: For this match tonight, this barbaric spectacle, which will be televised worldwide and garner the management enormous revenue. It goes higher than a match it is not just that. The count of three is not a plan, It is Sesame Street.
A Nocturnal chants goes around the arena.
Nocturnal: My hate for you burns into my soul, I let it consume me. I have let it cloud my judgement. The price I pay for that unchecked rage could be costly. But worth it in the long run, for now my enemy ………
He walks up to the camera.
Nocturnal: Father Nathan………..Will know my final judgement. And with final judgement comes misery and torment. Pain and suffering is eternal. And I shall be the one that deals out the endless holocaust of misery to you.
He pauses for a few seconds before dropping the microphone and leaving with his entourage.
SADISTIC BASTARD PUT'S IT OUT TO THE WORLD
TypeOne man segment
Length7 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating13%
Crowd Reaction22%
Overall Rating17%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Tom Davis: And first in this Last Blood Match is the Sadistic Bastard himself, Nocturnal!
Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim. The Big Screen comes to life with just static. The static seems to zoom back, revealing a television. A small blonde haired girl, Heather O'Rourke, sits looking at the television. She seems mesmerized by the static on her television. Craig T. Nelson and JoBeth Williams are standing behind her. She slowly raises her hands and places them on the screen of the television.
Craig T. Nelson: Carol Anne, what is it, honey?
JoBeth Williams: Baby, are you ok?
The girl slowly turns her head back to them.
Heather O'Rourke (Carol Anne): They're here...
Deep shadow covers the screen.
Parts of the screen slowly lighten up to reveal what appears to be a silhouette.
In darkness, a blood curdling cacophony: the squeal of unoiled winches, the rasp of hooks and razors being sharpened; and worse, and the howl of tormented souls. Above this din one particular victim yells for mercy with a mixture of tears and roars of rage.
Now the Screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.
On the screen is a close up of an eye. Inside that eye is the sentence reflected in reverse: "Your Worse Nightmare Is Back." The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. "Narcissistic Cannibal" by Korn starts blaring out. Suddenly the lights go out. Suddenly the screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it.
It's not the moon at all, they realize. The shape is round like a full moon, but it seems to be made up of thin ribbons of cloud streaking against a night sky. And there's a face, we see, a face hidden in shadows, looking down from above. The picture has a grainy look to it as it changes. The scene is of a young girl sitting in a chair in a straight-jacket behind her stood to her left is a Doctor. The nerve-wracking grating as if of some giant metallic insect sounds in the background, but the young girl doesn't seem to notice. The Doctor stood to the left of the girl suddenly changes position from the left part of the picture, to the right. Almost instantly the Doctor returns to its original position, but in that one moment in its changed location we see a huge man with a shadow covering his face. The young girl turns towards where that figure stood, and smiles.
The screen next becomes a twitching, undulating impenetrable sea of the kanji characters used in the Japanese language. The viewers can pick out only a few things recognizable in English:
"Run whilst you still can."
Now the screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.
On the big screen is a close up on inhuman, alien-looking eye. Inside that eye a single word is reflected in reverse: Pain. The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. It changes and we see a long shot of an outdoor, swimming pool, the man with the shadows for a face is swimming in it and the straight jacket young girl sits by it.
The arena drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Orange strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The whole entranceway bursts into flames. Two figures can be seen on the other side of the flames; the male is dressed in black robes with the hood pulled up. The female figure is stood beside him.
He pulls the hood down, dropping the robes to the floor revealing to the crowd who it is.
Vince Walters: Now I put it out there that this is going to be match of the night if not the year material.
Jill Matthews: I put it out there that it’s going to be brutal.
Vince Walters: No shit Sherlock.
He stands motionless, emotionless. Then on some unseen signal he launches himself forward into the flames without a seconds thought, his dark eyes glaze over. He stands with his arms outstretched like a crucifixion. Flames lick around his head and engulf his clothing, yet he emerges from the other side unscathed.
Laughing sadistically as he is joined by his sister Emily Koresh who seem to just emerge from the billowing smoke and they slowly walk towards the ring ignoring the cheers from the crowd. Nocturnal, dressed in a "cRu" T-shirt. As he passes a camera he stops and looks directly into the lens. He has the look of an arrogant champion on his face. Following close behind him dressed in black is his sister.
He climbs between the ropes and strides to the far side of the ring. Climbing the turnbuckle he lifts his arms up high to the cheers of the crowd. Flash bulbs blink from all around the arena catching this moment in history.
He gets down and looks around he nods his head and stands in the middle of the ring and ignoring the referee and roars as pyros explode behind him.
Tom Davis: And his opponent in this Last Blood match for the NEW Youngblood Championship is none other than Father Nathan!!!!
Father Nathan doesn't wait for his entrance music to hit as he charges down the ramp way and slides into the ring and jumps in Nocturnal's face.
Vince Walters: Oh this is going to be good.
The referee sounds the bell and we're off. Both men engage in a tie-up in the centre of the ring, where Nocturnal throws a few rights to the head of Nathan. He bounces off the ropes and knocks down Nathan with a shoulder block. Nocturnal bounces off the ropes again, but unfortunately for him, Nathan manages to dodge to the side, and follows up with a hip-toss. Nathan drops the leg on Nocturnal and then rolls out of the ring to look for some weapon of some kind. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a couple of kendo sticks. Smiling he throws one into the ring which is caught by his opponent and then rolls in to face him.
Jill Matthews: This Last Blood match is underway and it seems that they want to be like knights of old or even two Samurais.
Vince Walters: What? Have you been sniffing Chef Roberto's jock again?
Jill Matthews: No that’s Tyler Knowles job.
Father Nathan looks at Nocturnal and spins his Cane around in his hand. Nocturnal walks in to the middle of the ring and motions Father Nathan to come at him, Father Nathan walks towards him and stares down Nocturnal. The 2 men look at each other for a while then Father Nathan swings his cane at Nocturnal but he seems to be 2 steps ahead and ducks the attack and swings his own cane connecting with Father Nathan’s head. Father Nathan staggers around holding his head with one hand and his cane in the other, Nocturnal runs at Father Nathan and swings the cane at him only missing by millimetres from Father Nathan’s head once again. Father Nathan side steps Nocturnal and nails him with a cane shot to the lower back. Nocturnal falls to the mat in pain holding his back. Father Nathan stands over Nocturnal and slams the cane down once, twice, and three times hard against Nocturnal’s upper and lower back.
Vince Walters: Nathan is making Nocturnal his bitch.
Jill Matthews: Nocturnal's hates Nathan as he’s the other side of the coin.
Father Nathan stands over Nocturnal again and signals to the crowd, he then raises the cane and smacks Nocturnal in the face a couple of times busting Nocturnal open under the nose and eye. Nocturnal holds his face in pain as Father Nathan taunts the crowd. Smiling sinisterly Father Nathan lifts up Nocturnal and pokes him in the stomach with the cane following up with a cane shot to the back.
Jill Matthews: This is getting devastating.
Vince Walters: No, it's getting good.
Nocturnal gets himself back up with help of the cane and ducks a cane shot attempt from Father Nathan. Father Nathan loses balances and falls down beside Nocturnal as he hits the mat hard after missing the cane shot. Nocturnal lifts up Father Nathan and stands him up straight; Nocturnal throws his cane at Father Nathan. Father Nathan catches the cane before Nocturnal hammers him with an onslaught of punches and chops each one more painful than the last. Nocturnal picks up his fallen cane as Father Nathan get to his feet. Nocturnal walks over to Father Nathan but gets a low blow from Father Nathan’s cane. He rolls around on the matting as Nathan throws the cane away and exits the ring once again. Nocturnal rolls out following him only to be met by a clothesline from the Father.
Jill Matthews: Big time move from the bible basher.
Vince Walters: Father Nathan is so cool.
Jill Matthews: No he is not.
Vince Walters: Shut the hell up.
Father Nathan pulls out a Trash can from under the ring. Father Nathan puts the garbage can on Nocturnal's face and uses the guardrail to hit a leg drop. Flattening the garbage can, and possibly part of Nocturnal's face. Father Nathan lifts up the can. CRASH. And smashes it down on Nocturnal. CRASH. And again. And again And again. And again!
Jill Matthews: Brutal is an understatement!!!!!
Vince Walters: No shit Sherlock?
Jill Matthews: Again? Try and be original for once in your life.
Satisfied with that, Father Nathan throws the garbage can away and rolls back into the ring. He starts to shout abuse at Nocturnal's sister. While this is going on Nocturnal is slowly getting to his feet. Blood drips down his face, covering it like a crimson mask. He rolls into the ring and with Father Nathan's back to him he waits for him to turn around and charges hitting him with a big time Spear. Nocturnal rolls Nathan's prone body out of the ring and sets it up on the ramp way. Emily pulls something out of her pocket and pours it onto the ramp way.
Jill Matthews: That smells like lighter fuel?
Nocturnal lifts Father Nathan up onto his shoulder. Emily throws a flame, lighting up the ramp way. Nocturnal hits The Face of Chaos on Father Nathan onto the flaming ramp way.
Jill Matthews: Shit!!!! Oh my god.
Vince Walters: Now that’s what I call brutal? Can you smell chicken?
The referee just stands with his mouth open as Nocturnal picks Nathan and drags him up the ramp way. Ring crew with fire extinguishers rush down to put out the fire. Nocturnal sets Nathan up and Irish whips him into the big screen. Nathan hits it face first and groggily bounces off and is met with a clothesline from Nocturnal.
Vince Walters: This is getting out of hand.
Nocturnal slings Nathan over his shoulder and walks through the curtain and heads towards the back door of the arena. Nocturnal stops when he gets to the door and puts Nathan between his legs and lifts him high for a power bomb but Nathan somehow manages to fight back and begins punching Nocturnal in the head over and over. Nathan slides down off of Nocturnal and kicks him in the back. Nocturnal turns around and runs at Nathan and chases him through the back door. Nocturnal slams open the door as he goes after Nathan, and Nathan slams a trash can over his head making him a little dizzy. Nathan runs and jumps off of a railing at Nocturnal and both men slam through a door behind where Nocturnal was standing. Nathan lands on top of Nocturnal after slamming him through the door and they end up in outside of the arena.
Jill Matthews: Where the hell are they?
Nathan continues his assault on Nocturnal by lifting another garbage can above his head and slamming it down on top of him spilling its contents all over the Nathan jumps from side to side as he watches Nocturnal crawl on his hands and knees. Someone throws a beer bottle into the action and it lands near Nocturnal without the referee seeing it. Nocturnal grabs it and slowly gets to his feet and turns quickly smashing the beer bottle on top of Nathan's head, but it isn't enough to send the guy down. The two lock up and Nocturnal easily gets the upper hand. Nathan pushes an abandoned shopping trolley at Nocturnal almost taking out the referee in the process.
Vince Walters: Supermarket dash anyone?
Jill Matthews: What?
Vince Walters: Eh?
Nocturnal picks up the shopping trolley and puts Nathan in it and punches him in the face a few times. With a sinister smile on his face Nocturnal pushes Nathan towards a small set of stairs and pushes it as hard as he can over it throwing Nathan from it and wrecking the shopping trolley. Nathan pulls himself under a covered park bench as Nocturnal continues to go after him. Nathan comes out on the opposite side of the bench and grabs a tree branch that's nearby. Nocturnal sticks his head out from under the park bench and Nathan breaks the branch in half over Nocturnal's head. He slides over the top of the bench as Nocturnal lies on the ground holding his head. Nathan grabs a glass of beer, takes a drink from it and brings it back like a baseball bat as Nocturnal slowly stands up. Nocturnal turns around and Nathan smashes the glass over Nocturnal's head but he remains standing.
Jill Matthews: How is Nocturnal still standing?
Vince Walters: Where they going? They seem to be leaving the park with the camera crew and referee in tow.
Father Nathan drags Nocturnal across the busy road. The rush of cars shows no sign of abating as Father Nathan drags him through the flow. Horns honk and breaks squeal, but the cars keep coming despite the problems. They eventually get to the other curb and come to a chain linked fence. Father Nathan slams Nocturnal’s face against it. Nocturnal collapses to the floor.
Vince Walters: I’m speechless.
Jill Matthews: Hallelujah!
Nocturnal uses the fence to pulls himself back up and climbs through a gap. The lights of a bus terminal gleam a sickly yellow ahead. Nocturnal drags himself towards one of the buses. Father Nathan grabs him from behind and goes to slam him into the wall but at the last moment Nocturnal reverses the move and slams Nathan into the wall busting him wide open.
Jill Matthews: Oh my God!
Nocturnal rushes to a bus. The door stands open while passengers get off. Nocturnal pushes them aside amid many shouts and quarrelsome looks. He pushes a man out the way who is carrying a bicycle and looks at the driver. The driver has a scared look on his face and shuts the door. He drives the bus out of the terminal and out of shot.
Jill Matthews: What the hell?
Vince Walters: I don’t know.
Father Nathan turns around slowly and looks at the man carrying the bicycle. He grabs the bike and sets off after the bus.
Jill Matthews: This is getting weirder and weirder.
Vince Walters: I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen but we’ll get you back to this match as soon as we can get a camera crew to catch up with them.
Jill Matthews: And if the Father doesn’t get a puncture.
Vince Walters: True.
LAST BLOOD
TypeTwo man segment
Length15 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating13%
Crowd Reaction30%
Overall Rating22%
VS
Here we are, the opening match of our Fall From Grace Pay Per View! Liz and Tyler Knowles stood on opposite sides of the ring, now staring each other down. cRu vs. OCD! The bell sounds, as this match sets underway. Liz lunges forward, rushing toward Tyler , looking for a quick clothesline, and connects. Knowles sent quickly to the mat, not expecting the fast start from Liz. Tyler rolled over, pushing himself to his knees, as Liz had dropped back into the ropes, leaping forward to send a knee straight to the jaw of the man representing OCD here tonight, and Tyler was flat on his back again.
Jill Matthews ; Elizabeth is wasting no time showing Tyler Knowles that she means business!
Vince Walters ; Showing him what a little tough love from a woman is all about.
Jill Matthews ; Was that a knock toward Tyler’s sexuality?
Tyler was slowly moving to his feet, as Liz looked to waste no time in continuing her assault on the young man. However, as soon as Tyler was up, Liz once more off the ropes, leaping to catch the back of Tyler’s head and sending him to the mat once more with a bulldog takedown! Liz back on her feet, stepping over the fallen Tyler Knowles, and taking a position on his lower back, while grabbing both legs of Knowles and pulling them back, locking in a boston crab! Tyler looked on in pain, reaching his arms toward the bottom ropes that seemed to be further than they actually were at this moment. He writhed, and stretched before finally grasping the bottom ropes, forcing Liz out of the submission hold!
Vince Walters ; Tyler seems a bit distracted. Too much partying ?
Jill Matthews ; The man sure knows how to throw down, that is for sure.
Elizabeth was on her feet, lifting Tyler to his as well. She sends Tyler into the ropes, waiting for the rebound to attempt a flying forearm smash, but Tyler ducked out of the way, as Liz found herself going throat-first across the top rope now. Tyler turned around, stepping to the cRu member, and connecting with a rear naked choke drop now, using his time to gain the energy he lost early on. Tyler on his feet now, as Liz struggled to her knees. Tyler moved over in front of her, making fun of the situation and placing his hand behind Liz’s head to insinuate she was giving him a blow job! While he was show boating, Liz sent a fist straight to that groin area, and Tyler quickly dropped to his knees before bending forward.
Vince Walters ; A little show boating by Tyler Knowles, and now he’s in a precarious position!
Jill Matthews ; Look at you, Vince! Learning some new words. Maybe Rio has done you some good.
Liz stood on her feet, positioning herself behind Tyler Knowles, and returning the favor! Rubbing her own groin against the rear of Tyler Knowles, pretending to give it to him doggy style. The fans didn‘t know what to think, as they seemed to be in shock. Liz stepped back, and then dropped back into the ropes before lunging forward, looking for a leg drop across the back of Tyler’s neck, but he wisely rolled out of the way and Liz fell flat upon her ass! Tyler quickly on his feet, dropping back and lunging forward with a falling dropkick straight to the face of Liz! Quickly, Tyler draped his body over her’s for the cover.
1...
2.…
Kickout!
Jill Matthews ; It’s not going to be that easy, Tyler!
Vince Matthews ; You would know about being easy, wouldn’t you?
Tyler slammed his hands on the mat before climbing back to his feet. He had a conversation with the referee, allowing Elizabeth to climb back on her feet and shake out the cobwebs. She grabbed Tyler by his shoulder, turning him and sending a closed fist to his jaw. Tyler winced, stumbling back. Another right hand from Liz, following be a knee to the midsection. She then dropped back, all the way into the ropes before springing off, and rushing toward Tyler. Though, what she didn’t expect is the back body drop, sending her over the top rope and to the outside of the ring! Tyler grinned before dropping and rolling out of the ring. The referee warns him, and begins the count, but Tyler ignores it for the time being, as he lifts Elizabeth back on her feet now. He grabbed her head, walking toward the barricade and slamming her face first down onto it.
Jill Matthews; Tyler Knowles starting to build the momentum. He’s really sexy.
Vince Walters ; Elizabeth isn’t out of this yet, but I’m sure she’s got a massive headache at this point.
Tyler made his way down a bit, climbing up on the barricade. The crowd was getting behind him a bit, as Elizabeth slowly staggered to her feet. Knowles running down the barricade, launching himself threw the air, looking for a corkscrew moonsault, but Elizabeth steps out of harms way and allows Tyler to crash to the floor! She laughed, as she grabbed him by his hair and pulled him to his feet, a knee straight to the midsection, before she leapt up, wrapping legs around his neck and slung him backwards for a hurricanranna. Liz was back in control now, as she rolled to her feet and moved to the ring, following and back out to break the referee’s count. She moved to pull Tyler to his feet, taking him by the head and running him hard into the steel ring post! Tyler staggered backward, as Liz now rolled into the ring and stood to her feet.
Jill Matthews ; She’s going to win if Tyler can’t recover and beat the ten count!
Vince Walters ; A pussy would get a win anyway they can, though. I wonder if she needs her head examined.
Jill Matthews ; She wouldn’t let you anywhere near her, you creep.
Vince Walters ; You did.
Jill Matthews ; And you remind me of that lapse of judgment any time you can.
The referee’s count was up to eight, but Tyler was on his feet. He finally rolled back into the ring, just in time to avoid the count out loss. He stood slowly to his feet, grabbing his head. Tyler turned just in time to receive a spear from Elizabeth, sending him hard to the mat. She quickly made the cover for the pin.
1..
2...
3- NO! Kickout by Tyler!
Liz was frustrated, slamming her own hands to the mat in frustration. Back on her feet, she grabbed Tyler by the head and pulled him up, a slap across his chest, and then another! She jumped up, dropkicking him in the chest and sending him hard into the corner.
Jill Matthews ; Liz almost had Tyler beat, but now she’s back on the offensive!
Vince Walters ; That would have been a huge win if she beat the former Youngblood Champion.
Tyler had a long way to go if he wanted to get back to a championship, opening the PPV with a loss wouldn’t be a good thing. He was now backed into a corner, as Elizabeth was lifting him up to the top turnbuckle! The crowd getting into the match now, stomping their feet to make noise. Liz went up now, jumping up to attempt a Frankensteiner, but Tyler blocked the attempt! Instead, he sent her forward, dropping her off the top rope with a power bomb! Tyler stayed put, as he stood now to the top of the turnbuckle and nodded his head. He jumped up, looking for a Shooting Star Press! Connected! Tyler made the cover.
Jill Matthews ; He’s got her here!
The ref dropped to make the cover.
1..
2.…
3...NO!! Elizabeth got her foot on the bottom rope just in time, and the referee waves off the three count. Tyler stands to object, but the ref points to the bottom rope. He turned to slam his hands on the turnbuckle in frustration. Liz grabbed the ropes, hoisting herself to her feet. Tyler turned, looking for an elbow to the face, but Elizabeth ducked and came around with a spinning heel kick, catching Tyler in the jaw. Knowles down to a knee, as Elizabeth lunged forward, grabbing his head and flipping over for a snapping neck breaker! The crowd getting into the excitement this match was bringing. Elizabeth back on her feet, as she looked to Tyler. She pointed to him and yelled something. She then moved to pull him to his feet. A kick to the stomach, and then she set up..for AFFLICTION! Followed by the cover.
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And your winner, Elizabeth Devereaux!
CRU V. OCD
Type1 vs 1
Length7 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating17%
Crowd Reaction28%
Overall Rating22%
VS
Vince Walters: Oh wait, seems we’ve caught up with Nocturnal and Father Nathan.
Jill Matthews: Let’s go directly to the location to see what’s going on.
The picture comes back up with a camera man running down a back alley; the picture is jumping from him running. It picks up Father Nathan stood in front of the bus that Nocturnal had taken earlier in the night. It has smashed into a wall and is smoking from the front. Nocturnal is nowhere to be seen. The referee is stood next to Father Nathan. They are both looking towards a cemetery.
Vince Walters: Where the hell is Nocturnal? You don’t think…….
Jill Matthews: I would never put it past him.
Father Nathan shrugs his shoulders and enters. In the dim moonlight, the statues atop the gravestones in this cemetery cast strange shadow-shapes across the dark mounds under which this city's dead lay. Weeping stone angels look like laughing devils. Hands clasp in prayer become ripping claws. Crosses hang from them.
Jill Matthews: I’m sorry for this people, but Nocturnal’s a law upon himself.
Mausoleums rise house-high there. Candles and broken statuary surround them, disrepair but candles burn brightly.
Father Nathan walks into the light.
Father Nathan: "Come on Nocturnal let’s finish this once and for all."
He looks around frustrated because he can't find Nocturnal. He jumps slightly as he hears a noise from behind a gravestone. Slowly he looks over the gravestone thinking that Nocturnal is hiding behind it, only to catch two teenagers making out behind it.
Father Nathan: "Get out of here now before I tell your parents what you're up to!!!!"
Shaking his head he continues into the cemetery.
Father Nathan: "Haven't they got anything better to do?"
Unseen by him a figure is stood on top of one of the Mausoleums. He is perched on a ledge; he cocks his head to the side and puts out his arms as in like the crucifixion and laughs sadistically. Father Nathan turns in time to be met with a Missile Dropkick in the face.
Nocturnal: "You think you've got what it takes to take me out? To take this body and destroy it?"
Nocturnal charges in throwing a right across Father Nathan's jaw. Father Nathan staggers backward, and has no time to put up a defence, as Nocturnal curls his right fist and sends it into Father Nathan's gut. He doubles over in immense pain, as Nocturnal grabs him by his t-shirt, and runs him face first into a gravestone. Nocturnal smiles sadistically as he stomps the fallen Father Nathan.
Vince Walters: I hope this match is stopped. If any of their other matches are to be beaten then this one should be stopped.
Father Nathan slowly pulls himself up, and turns as Nocturnal kicks him right in the face. Father Nathan slams into another gravestone hard as he begins to crawl away from Nocturnal. Nocturnal grabs Father Nathan by the shirt and forces him to his feet. Father Nathan looks right into the face of Nocturnal, and spits into Nocturnal's face. Father Nathan punches Nocturnal right across the face. Nocturnal staggers backwards in shock, as Father Nathan sends another hard punch into Nocturnal's face. He staggers backward into a wall of one of the Mausoleums, as Father Nathan charges forward and goes to punch Nocturnal again, but Nocturnal quickly side step, as Father Nathan's fist is crushed into the concrete wall.
Jill Matthews: That's got to hurt!!!!
Father Nathan shakes his hand in pain. Nocturnal charges in and slams the back of Father Nathan's head into the Mausoleum's wall. Father Nathan falls to the ground, as Nocturnal begins to send stomp after sickening stomp into his opponent's back. Over and over, as Nocturnal just won't give in. That is until Father Nathan lifts his boot in between Nocturnal's legs.
Vince Walters: OHHHHH Right to the General!!!!
Jill Matthews: What?
Nocturnal slowly falls to his knees in pain and shock, as he looks across at Father Nathan, who quickly crawls over and blinds Nocturnal with a thumb to the eye. Nocturnal lies defenceless, he is temporarily blind and in a lot of pain. Father Nathan quickly crawls over to one of the graves and lifts up, what looks to be a flower pot. Father Nathan lifts it and with one swift movement, he smashes it over the side of Nocturnal's head shattering it into a thousand pieces. He picks up the dying flowers and uses them as a whip to the side of Nocturnal's head. He looks at Nocturnal slowly falls to the ground and remains out as blood flows like a river from his head. Father Nathan just looks towards an open grave. He suddenly turns and looks at Nocturnal with a look of shock when he notices Nocturnal getting up with a sinister smile on his face. Father Nathan grabs what's left of the flowerpot and leaps up with it in his hand and drives it into Nocturnal's back. Nocturnal yells out in pain as he begins to slide away from Father Nathan, but Father Nathan is right after him. Father Nathan pulls Nocturnal to his feet and sends a hard right hand into Nocturnal's jaw. The bloodied Nocturnal staggers backward from the pain, as Father Nathan curls up his fist again and sends yet another hard right into Nocturnal's jaw. This time Nocturnal falls backward, right against one of the Mausoleums. He rebounds with a clothesline taking himself and Father Nathan down.
Jill Matthews: Big time clothesline there?
Vince Walters: Every moves got to count when these two are involved.
The sinister smile is still on Nocturnal's face as he slowly gets to him feet pulling Father Nathan up with him. Nocturnal quickly locks on a front face lock and proceeds to drive Father Nathan's skull into the top of a gravestone with a DDT. Father Nathan's body lays limp over it after the move, as a pool of blood slowly begins to flow from his skull down the gravestone. Nocturnal finally pulls Father Nathan's body up, and warm, fresh blood begins to pour from Father Nathan's skull. Nocturnal looks at Father Nathan and with his free hand he wipes some of the blood off. Nocturnal then wipes the blood across his face and hurls Father Nathan into a nearby Mausoleum, breaking the door in the process.
Jill Matthews: Holy Shit!
Vince Walters: Don't say things like that in a Cemetery!
Nocturnal picks up the broken body of Father Nathan and throws him through the broken door. He turns and looks at the nearest camera and smiles sadistically. He follows Father Nathan inside. But Father Nathan is waiting. He looks up from the ground. He sucks up the pain he is going through and charges at Nocturnal. Nocturnal slams into one of the casket that is within the Mausoleum toppling it to the floor. Nocturnal slowly gets to his feet, as Father Nathan once again charges in, leaps in the air and drives his face into the floor. Nocturnal's face bounces off the ground, and a spurt of blood stains the floor. It is now Nocturnal who is bleeding immensely. Father Nathan doesn't know the meaning of losing as he staggers to his feet looking for a weapon to use, he grabs at one of the caskets trying to rip off the lid.
Jill Matthews: What? Stop this now!
Nocturnal spins him around and hits him with a Face of Chaos Version II into the casket lid, cracking it open. Nocturnal staggers over to the broken casket lid and slowly drags it along with him. Nocturnal stares, as Father Nathan is getting to his feet. Nocturnal lets out a loud cry as he lifts the lid above his head... SMACK! And receives a stunning clothesline from nowhere, that knocks him right off his feet and onto the floor. Father Nathan uses all his power to nail the clothesline perfectly, but the force is so big, that he falls to the ground as. Both men are laid flat on the ground, blood pouring from their heads.
Jill Matthews: It’s got to be stopped now?
Vince Walters: Where’s the referee?
Nocturnal slowly begins to crawl away from Father Nathan's fallen body towards the exit into the cemetery. Nocturnal pulls himself up to his knees and slowly begins to make his way towards the exit. He looks up at the exit....WHACK!!!! With such authority, a piece of the casket lid is cracked across the back of his head. Nocturnal's vision becomes blurry as he finds himself face down on the floor, with Father Nathan standing behind him with the piece of wood in his grasp. Father Nathan is breathing heavily as he drops it and slowly falls to his knees from exhaustion. He crawls slowly outside and awaits his opponent.
Vince Walters: Come on, someone better cut the feed to them?
Nocturnal turns and looks around for his opponent, the blood drips into his eyes. A hand falls onto his shoulder and without knowing it Nocturnal hit him with the Meltdown onto one of the other caskets.
Vince Walters: OH MY GOD!!!! WHAT THE HELL HAS HE DONE??
Nocturnal rubs the blood from his eyes and realises he has hit one of the dead bodies with one his finishing moves. He shrugs his shoulder and slowly makes his way to the door.
Nocturnal: Don't tell anyone else cutey; otherwise they'll all want to get into the game. Now where are you Nate?
As he exits he is met with a leg drop from above him as Father Nathan was waiting for him on the ledge above. Father Nathan launches himself off of the ledge with a splash crushing Nocturnal into the ground. Nocturnal slowly regains his feet as Father Nathan looks around for a weapon to use. He turns Father Nathan around. They begin to exchange right hands, Nocturnal wins the battle and pushes Father Nathan back towards the open grave, but Father Nathan realises where he is going, and blocks a right hand and then comes back with a series of his own. To stop himself falling into the hole, Nocturnal nails Father Nathan with a hard knee to the gut. He then follows it up with a Double Axe Handle to the back of his neck. Nocturnal drops a quick knee to Father Nathan's head and then pulls him up, but he gets in a few body punches and breaks the hold before delivering a spinning roundhouse kick. But Father Nathan blocks it and hits Nocturnal with a Choke slam.
Jill Matthews: Please someone cut the feed!!!
Nocturnal gets up shaking the cobwebs out of his eyes. Father Nathan nails him with a kick to the gut and then goes for a sidewalk slam, but before Father Nathan can deliver the move, Nocturnal twists out, locking Father Nathan in an arm wrench, before delivering a Back Heel Kick. Nocturnal pulls Father Nathan up and nails a European Uppercut, Father Nathan staggers backwards, and almost falls into the open grave, but manages to regain his balance in the nick of time. Nocturnal kicks him in the gut as he comes back, and then goes for a Double Underhook Suplex, Father Nathan tries to block it, but Nocturnal nails him with a knee to the face and then delivers the Suplex. Nocturnal backs away, he then charges and delivers a drop kick to Father Nathan knocking him into one of the gravestones busting it in half.
Vince Walters: Now this is taking the piss!
Jill Matthews: Language!! We're still on air!
Nocturnal has a sick smile on his face as he picks Father Nathan up by the scruff of his neck and the back of his t-shirt. Tossing him across the cemetery through one gravestone, then another, then another, leaving rubble in his wake. He slowly, arrogantly walks up to Father Nathan and leans down to pick him up, only to be met with a shovel shot between the eyes. BANG!!! Nocturnal flies backwards and smashes into one of the angel statues, pulling off an arm as he tries to stand up. Looking at the arm through bloodied eyes he charges towards Father Nathan swinging it like a baseball bat only to be met with a drop toe hold into another gravestone.
Jill Matthews: Hey, wait a minute; shouldn't we be cheering for Father Nathan as he represents the forces of good?
Father Nathan looks around for the referee so he can get this match over and done with. The referee is just stood out of sight as he doesn’t want to be in the way. Nocturnal starts to claw his way to his feet, blood is running from his face, back and arms like a river. Father Nathan looks like he is in just as bad a state as Nocturnal.
Jill Matthews: How can either of them be standing?
Vince Walters: I don’t know. They’ve both lost so much blood. Either of them shouldn’t be standing.
Father Nathan looks at the statues arm; a sinister smile crosses his lips. He waits until Nocturnal is fully standing and launches himself at him and snakes the arm around Nocturnal’s throat cutting off the air to his brain. He lets go after a while and leaves Nocturnal groggily staggering around. He waits for a split second and then hits Nocturnal right in the heart with the Left Hand of God which sends Nocturnal staggering backwards.
Vince Walters: Oh my God! This has got to be it.
The referee approaches Nocturnal but Nocturnal is slowly trying to get back to his feet. Father Nathan gets frustrated with this and pushes the referee out of the way. Out of nowhere Nocturnal hits Nathan with the Meltdown. Both men are down.
Jill Matthews: Oh not again!!!
Vince Walters: Both men have lost so much blood.
Both men try to clamber to their feet each using a grave stone to stand up straight. Both of them fall forward and hold each other up. They are both breathing hard; their eyes are glazed over. The referee doesn’t know what to do. Nocturnal tries to lift Father Nathan up on his shoulder but as he bends down to pick him up Father Nathan grabs him in a side headlock and bull dogs him face first onto a broken grave stone. He isn’t moving. Nathan is barely able to stand but uses the broken statue to keep upright.
Vince Walters: This could be it.
The referee reaches for Nocturnal’s arm and raises it up and it drops limp to the floor. He turns to Father Nathan and raises his arm as the winner.
Vince Walters: Father Nathan has beaten Nocturnal and keeps the NEW Youngblood title belt.
Jill Matthews: Absolutely. But I don’t see that as the end of their feud.
Vince Walters: Cages won’t hold them.
Jill Matthews: What?
Vince Walters: What’s next? How are they going to follow this? Match of the year potential?
Jill Matthews: For a second year running for Nocturnal.
GOOD VS. EVIL (YB TITLE)
Type1 vs 1 Falls Count Anywhere
Length10 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating13%
Crowd Reaction31%
Overall Rating22%
VS
Tom Davis: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is set for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, JIMMY MCMAHON!!!”
Vince Walters: “And we continue to ask the dual of question of “Who’s First?” and “When will he get the joke?”
Jill Matthews: “Watch ‘the Waterboy’ Vince... with everyone picking on Jimmy, he might go ballistic and start kicking ass...”
Tom Davis: “And introducing his opponent, Originally from Berlin, Germany and now residing in Chicago, Illinois.. he stands 6 feet, 6 inches tall, and weighs in at 265lbs.. He is KRONIN!!!!”
‘Ich Will’ by Rammstein plays over the PA and Kronin walks out to some boos and pauses, looking around before throwing his his leather jacket off revealing a Germany soccer jersey, which brings resounding boos from the crowd. He then makes his way down to the ring and climbs in, glancing at Jimmy and shaking his head as if he feels sorry for the guy.
Vince Walters: “What the hell?! They’re booing the man because of his shirt?!”
Jill Matthews: “Germany and Brazil have a long rivalry in soccer. I think Kronin expected to get some boos and came prepared.”
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
Jimmy points to crowd and then to Kronin, yelling at Kronin that they don’t like them. Kronin answers with a big right hand that knocks Jimmy flat on his back and drags Jimmy to his feet, locking in a side headlock, punching Jimmy on the top of his head.
Vince Walters: “HAHAHA! Kronin is giving Jimmy noogies! I like this guy!”
Jill Matthews: “It... is kinda hard not to laugh at this but... you have to feel sorry for poor Jimmy...”
Kronin finishes the noogies and throws Jimmy to the mat with a high hip toss, standing in the middle of the ring and as Jimmy gets up, Kronin waves Jimmy on to try and attack. Jimmy charges... right into a big boot from Kronin, sending the man down to the mat as Kronin shakes his head. Kronin bounces off the ropes and jumps into the air, driving the point of his elbow into Jimmy’s chest.
Vince Walters: “Yeah! Go!”
Jill Matthews: “Kronin can end this thing at will... what’s the point of continuing this?”
Vince Walters: “Kronin is a veteran, Jill. He’s a nice guy outside the ring, but in the ring... he’s just like Hunter Valentyne and any other veteran, he gets pissed at anything he sees as making a mockery of the business...”
Jill Matthews: “So then pin hi quickly and be done with it...”
Kronin pulls Jimmy to his feet,Jimmy punches him in the face, barely phasing Kronin who responds by planting Jimmy with a big time belly to belly suplex. Kronin pulls Jimmy to his feet and plants him with a German suplex, keeping his fingers locked and pulling Jimmy to his feet, hitting another German suplex, repeating this for an astounding five German Suplexes until he releases on the 5th German Suplex, Jimmy landing on his head, seeming to pop right back up to his feet... only to pull a Ric Flair and fall flat on his face.
Vince Walters: “5 German Suplexes! I think it’s almost all over for Jimmy now.”
Jill Matthews: “I hope so... it’s painful to watch someone so outclassed.”
Kronin pulls Jimmy to his feet, Jimmy counters with a low blow, doubling Kronin over. Jimmy tries for a DDT but Kronin blocks it, lifting the man up as if for a vertical suplex and holds them there for almost 30 seconds, at times using only one hand while he simulates checking his watch on his wrist before he makes his way to the middle of the ring and plants Jimmy with the Metal Meltdown, going right into the cover..
1...
2..
3!
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
Tom Davis: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner, by pinfall... KRONIN!!!”
Vince Walters: “BAM! And one retard, splat on the mat!”
Jill Matthews: “Very professional, Vince...”
Kronin heads out of the ring and heads to the back while the ref checks on Jimmy who lies on the mat in a heap..
FALL FROM GRACE INFO
DateSeptember 25, 2012 at 5 pm
VenueWarfare Dome
DeadlineSeptember 24, 2012 at 9 pm
Rating21
Attendance250,000
Gate$7,500,000
Travel Cost$1
Event Cost$100,000
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The camera pans up backstage to the cRu locker room. Inkt is stood looking directly into the camera lens.
Inkt: "Welcome people to Rio. Tonight you are going to see some of the best wrestlers in this industry in action."
He pauses for a split second.
Inkt: "And Hunter Valtentyne."
A smirk crosses his face.
Inkt: "Tonight we have the World Heavyweight Champion Shane Sparx puts it all on the line with the number one contender, Lucas McCann. Now this is sure to be an interesting matchup. And it's sure to be watched by the whole locker room."
He pauses.
Inkt: "Also my cRu stable mate Nocturnal faces off for the NEW Youngblood Championship belt against the champion Father Nathan. In a classic Good versus Evil match where the one that can't continue due to blood loss is the loser. This is going to be amazing."
Nodding he smiles.
Inkt: "The NEW TA Championship is online in a three way dance with.................................."
He pauses and looks off camera.
Inkt: "What? Who? Okay................................."
He turns back to the camera, he seems to be a bit thrown off by something.
Inkt: "Now this is NEW: Fall From Grace!!!!!!!!"
A SHOW TO REMEMBER
TypeOne man segment
Length3 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating21%
Crowd Reaction30%
Overall Rating26%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Vince Walters: You been out partying in Rio yet?
Jill Matthews: Yes we went out last night but it is good to be here tonight.
Vince Walters: Yes, we’ve got a great show tonight ahead of us.
Tom Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is Nocturnal!
The crowd, in warbly drunken, adrenalized unison, join the announcer’s spiel.
That last syllable, chanted by Nocturnal’s dark minions and echoed no doubt, by millions upon millions in front of monitors in dens, living rooms, sports bars and less wholesome establishments across the world.
The crowd leans forward.
Then the lights in the arena dim. The Big Screen comes to life with just static. The static seems to zoom back, revealing a television. A small blonde haired girl, Heather O'Rourke, sits looking at the television. She seems mesmerized by the static on her television. Craig T. Nelson and Jo Beth Williams are standing behind her. She slowly raises her hands and places them on the screen of the television.
Craig T. Nelson: Carol Anne, what is it, honey?
Jo Beth Williams: Baby, are you ok?
The girl slowly turns her head back to them.
Heather O'Rourke (Carol Anne): They're here...
Deep shadow covers the screen.
Parts of the screen slowly lighten up to reveal what appears to be a silhouette.
In darkness, a blood curdling cacophony: the squeal of unoiled winches, the rasp of hooks and razors being sharpened; and worse, and the howl of tormented souls. Above this din one particular victim yells for mercy with a mixture of tears and roars of rage.
Now the Screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.
On the screen is a close up of an eye. Inside that eye is the sentence reflected in reverse: "Your Worse Nightmare Is Back." The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. "Narcissistic Cannibal" by Korn starts blaring out. Suddenly the lights go out. Suddenly the screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it.
It's not the moon at all, they realize. The shape is round like a full moon, but it seems to be made up of thin ribbons of cloud streaking against a night sky. And there's a face, we see, a face hidden in shadows, looking down from above. The picture has a grainy look to it as it changes. The scene is of a young girl sitting in a chair in a straight-jacket behind her stood to her left is a Doctor. The nerve-wracking grating as if of some giant metallic insect sounds in the background, but the young girl doesn't seem to notice. The Doctor stood to the left of the girl suddenly changes position from the left part of the picture, to the right. Almost instantly the Doctor returns to its original position, but in that one moment in its changed location we see a huge man with a shadow covering his face. The young girl turns towards where that figure stood, and smiles.
The screen next becomes a twitching, undulating impenetrable sea of the kanji characters used in the Japanese language. The viewers can pick out only a few things recognizable in English:
"Run whilst you still can."
Now the screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.
On the big screen is a close up on inhuman, alien-looking eye. Inside that eye a single word is reflected in reverse: Pain. The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. It changes and we see a long shot of an outdoor, swimming pool, the man with the shadows for a face is swimming in it and the straight jacket young girl sits by it.
The arena drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Orange strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The whole entranceway bursts into flames. Six figures can be seen on the other side of the flames; the male is dressed in black robes with the hood pulled up. The female figure is stood beside him. Behind them are three other females but they seem to be in a kind of daze. Bringing up the rear is Summer, Nocturnal’s acquired three year old daughter.
He pulls the hood down, dropping the robes to the floor revealing to the crowd who it is. Then, raising his massive arms over his head in an age-old gesture of defiance and supremacy as phosphorus flames blast in twin columns to the heavens behind him.
Vince Walters: Here he is the number one contender for the NEW Youngblood Champion.
Jill Matthews: It’s going to be an interesting match.
Vince Walters: Nocturnal and his twisted sister are back.
He stands motionless, emotionless. Then on some unseen signal he launches himself forward into the flames without a seconds thought, his dark eyes glaze over. He stands with his arms outstretched like a crucifixion. Flames lick around his head and engulf his clothing, yet he emerges from the other side unscathed.
Laughing sadistically as he is joined by his sister Emily Koresh who seem to just emerge from the billowing smoke and they slowly walk towards the ring ignoring the cheers from the crowd. Nocturnal, dressed in a "Anti-cRu Superstar" T-shirt. As he passes a camera he stops and looks directly into the lens. He has the look of an arrogant champion on his face. Following close behind him dressed in black is his sister. The other two women closely follow behind them.
He climbs between the ropes and strides to the far side of the ring. Climbing the turnbuckle he lifts his arms up high to the cheers of the crowd. Flash bulbs blink from all around the arena catching this moment in history.
He gets down and looks around he nods his head and stands in the middle of the ring and ignoring the three women and roars as pyros explode behind him.
Vince Walters: Oh I wonder what he’s got to say? I think this is going be interesting.
Jill Matthews: Yeah, the Sadistic Bastard is back in the house, more importantly how’s he going to get revenge against Father Nathan?
Vince Walters: Oh right.
The smoke clears in the ring and Nocturnal leans over the ropes and grabs a microphone off of one of the ring crew. He returns to the centre of the ring tapping the microphone making sure it is working; He looks around the arena awaiting the people to be quiet so he can talk. And then hands the microphone to Emily.
Emily Koresh: …………
The cheers get louder.
Emily Koresh: Your next NEW Youngblood Champion is in the house.
She walks around the ring pointing at people in the crowd.
Emily Koresh: Rio is not really known for wrestling but the cRu is here to put it on the map.
She pauses and chuckles to herself.
Emily Koresh: But we must get onto why we are out here.
She hands the microphone to her brother.
Nocturnal: You can look into my eyes and analyse me…….my notions…….my thoughts. All you come up with is a blank stare. You see what I let you see and more than likely. The only emotion you’ll get out of me is anger. You might want to think twice, about staring into Nocturnal’s eyes.
He walks around the ring.
Nocturnal: Father Nathan, over half of all living things exist in darkness. They hunt, work and survive by the phases of the moon and the light of the stars, or navigate by strange senses underground; in jungles the night is thick with their chatter. The hills echo with the cries of night birds and coyotes. On the outskirts of towns, bats screech above streetlamps and mewling tom cat’s prowl poorly in alleys. In the city, dogs bark, cars backfire and sirens wail but you don’t see that. For you Father Nathan and the rest of your clique are mere bugs to irritate me. Your existence is meaningless to me. You will not be remembered. You will fall beneath my………..no cRu’s feet.
A cheer goes up around the arena.
Nocturnal: For this match tonight, this barbaric spectacle, which will be televised worldwide and garner the management enormous revenue. It goes higher than a match it is not just that. The count of three is not a plan, It is Sesame Street.
A Nocturnal chants goes around the arena.
Nocturnal: My hate for you burns into my soul, I let it consume me. I have let it cloud my judgement. The price I pay for that unchecked rage could be costly. But worth it in the long run, for now my enemy ………
He walks up to the camera.
Nocturnal: Father Nathan………..Will know my final judgement. And with final judgement comes misery and torment. Pain and suffering is eternal. And I shall be the one that deals out the endless holocaust of misery to you.
He pauses for a few seconds before dropping the microphone and leaving with his entourage.
SADISTIC BASTARD PUT'S IT OUT TO THE WORLD
TypeOne man segment
Length7 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating13%
Crowd Reaction22%
Overall Rating17%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Tom Davis: And first in this Last Blood Match is the Sadistic Bastard himself, Nocturnal!
Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim. The Big Screen comes to life with just static. The static seems to zoom back, revealing a television. A small blonde haired girl, Heather O'Rourke, sits looking at the television. She seems mesmerized by the static on her television. Craig T. Nelson and JoBeth Williams are standing behind her. She slowly raises her hands and places them on the screen of the television.
Craig T. Nelson: Carol Anne, what is it, honey?
JoBeth Williams: Baby, are you ok?
The girl slowly turns her head back to them.
Heather O'Rourke (Carol Anne): They're here...
Deep shadow covers the screen.
Parts of the screen slowly lighten up to reveal what appears to be a silhouette.
In darkness, a blood curdling cacophony: the squeal of unoiled winches, the rasp of hooks and razors being sharpened; and worse, and the howl of tormented souls. Above this din one particular victim yells for mercy with a mixture of tears and roars of rage.
Now the Screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.
On the screen is a close up of an eye. Inside that eye is the sentence reflected in reverse: "Your Worse Nightmare Is Back." The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. "Narcissistic Cannibal" by Korn starts blaring out. Suddenly the lights go out. Suddenly the screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it.
It's not the moon at all, they realize. The shape is round like a full moon, but it seems to be made up of thin ribbons of cloud streaking against a night sky. And there's a face, we see, a face hidden in shadows, looking down from above. The picture has a grainy look to it as it changes. The scene is of a young girl sitting in a chair in a straight-jacket behind her stood to her left is a Doctor. The nerve-wracking grating as if of some giant metallic insect sounds in the background, but the young girl doesn't seem to notice. The Doctor stood to the left of the girl suddenly changes position from the left part of the picture, to the right. Almost instantly the Doctor returns to its original position, but in that one moment in its changed location we see a huge man with a shadow covering his face. The young girl turns towards where that figure stood, and smiles.
The screen next becomes a twitching, undulating impenetrable sea of the kanji characters used in the Japanese language. The viewers can pick out only a few things recognizable in English:
"Run whilst you still can."
Now the screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.
On the big screen is a close up on inhuman, alien-looking eye. Inside that eye a single word is reflected in reverse: Pain. The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. It changes and we see a long shot of an outdoor, swimming pool, the man with the shadows for a face is swimming in it and the straight jacket young girl sits by it.
The arena drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Orange strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The whole entranceway bursts into flames. Two figures can be seen on the other side of the flames; the male is dressed in black robes with the hood pulled up. The female figure is stood beside him.
He pulls the hood down, dropping the robes to the floor revealing to the crowd who it is.
Vince Walters: Now I put it out there that this is going to be match of the night if not the year material.
Jill Matthews: I put it out there that it’s going to be brutal.
Vince Walters: No shit Sherlock.
He stands motionless, emotionless. Then on some unseen signal he launches himself forward into the flames without a seconds thought, his dark eyes glaze over. He stands with his arms outstretched like a crucifixion. Flames lick around his head and engulf his clothing, yet he emerges from the other side unscathed.
Laughing sadistically as he is joined by his sister Emily Koresh who seem to just emerge from the billowing smoke and they slowly walk towards the ring ignoring the cheers from the crowd. Nocturnal, dressed in a "cRu" T-shirt. As he passes a camera he stops and looks directly into the lens. He has the look of an arrogant champion on his face. Following close behind him dressed in black is his sister.
He climbs between the ropes and strides to the far side of the ring. Climbing the turnbuckle he lifts his arms up high to the cheers of the crowd. Flash bulbs blink from all around the arena catching this moment in history.
He gets down and looks around he nods his head and stands in the middle of the ring and ignoring the referee and roars as pyros explode behind him.
Tom Davis: And his opponent in this Last Blood match for the NEW Youngblood Championship is none other than Father Nathan!!!!
Father Nathan doesn't wait for his entrance music to hit as he charges down the ramp way and slides into the ring and jumps in Nocturnal's face.
Vince Walters: Oh this is going to be good.
The referee sounds the bell and we're off. Both men engage in a tie-up in the centre of the ring, where Nocturnal throws a few rights to the head of Nathan. He bounces off the ropes and knocks down Nathan with a shoulder block. Nocturnal bounces off the ropes again, but unfortunately for him, Nathan manages to dodge to the side, and follows up with a hip-toss. Nathan drops the leg on Nocturnal and then rolls out of the ring to look for some weapon of some kind. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a couple of kendo sticks. Smiling he throws one into the ring which is caught by his opponent and then rolls in to face him.
Jill Matthews: This Last Blood match is underway and it seems that they want to be like knights of old or even two Samurais.
Vince Walters: What? Have you been sniffing Chef Roberto's jock again?
Jill Matthews: No that’s Tyler Knowles job.
Father Nathan looks at Nocturnal and spins his Cane around in his hand. Nocturnal walks in to the middle of the ring and motions Father Nathan to come at him, Father Nathan walks towards him and stares down Nocturnal. The 2 men look at each other for a while then Father Nathan swings his cane at Nocturnal but he seems to be 2 steps ahead and ducks the attack and swings his own cane connecting with Father Nathan’s head. Father Nathan staggers around holding his head with one hand and his cane in the other, Nocturnal runs at Father Nathan and swings the cane at him only missing by millimetres from Father Nathan’s head once again. Father Nathan side steps Nocturnal and nails him with a cane shot to the lower back. Nocturnal falls to the mat in pain holding his back. Father Nathan stands over Nocturnal and slams the cane down once, twice, and three times hard against Nocturnal’s upper and lower back.
Vince Walters: Nathan is making Nocturnal his bitch.
Jill Matthews: Nocturnal's hates Nathan as he’s the other side of the coin.
Father Nathan stands over Nocturnal again and signals to the crowd, he then raises the cane and smacks Nocturnal in the face a couple of times busting Nocturnal open under the nose and eye. Nocturnal holds his face in pain as Father Nathan taunts the crowd. Smiling sinisterly Father Nathan lifts up Nocturnal and pokes him in the stomach with the cane following up with a cane shot to the back.
Jill Matthews: This is getting devastating.
Vince Walters: No, it's getting good.
Nocturnal gets himself back up with help of the cane and ducks a cane shot attempt from Father Nathan. Father Nathan loses balances and falls down beside Nocturnal as he hits the mat hard after missing the cane shot. Nocturnal lifts up Father Nathan and stands him up straight; Nocturnal throws his cane at Father Nathan. Father Nathan catches the cane before Nocturnal hammers him with an onslaught of punches and chops each one more painful than the last. Nocturnal picks up his fallen cane as Father Nathan get to his feet. Nocturnal walks over to Father Nathan but gets a low blow from Father Nathan’s cane. He rolls around on the matting as Nathan throws the cane away and exits the ring once again. Nocturnal rolls out following him only to be met by a clothesline from the Father.
Jill Matthews: Big time move from the bible basher.
Vince Walters: Father Nathan is so cool.
Jill Matthews: No he is not.
Vince Walters: Shut the hell up.
Father Nathan pulls out a Trash can from under the ring. Father Nathan puts the garbage can on Nocturnal's face and uses the guardrail to hit a leg drop. Flattening the garbage can, and possibly part of Nocturnal's face. Father Nathan lifts up the can. CRASH. And smashes it down on Nocturnal. CRASH. And again. And again And again. And again!
Jill Matthews: Brutal is an understatement!!!!!
Vince Walters: No shit Sherlock?
Jill Matthews: Again? Try and be original for once in your life.
Satisfied with that, Father Nathan throws the garbage can away and rolls back into the ring. He starts to shout abuse at Nocturnal's sister. While this is going on Nocturnal is slowly getting to his feet. Blood drips down his face, covering it like a crimson mask. He rolls into the ring and with Father Nathan's back to him he waits for him to turn around and charges hitting him with a big time Spear. Nocturnal rolls Nathan's prone body out of the ring and sets it up on the ramp way. Emily pulls something out of her pocket and pours it onto the ramp way.
Jill Matthews: That smells like lighter fuel?
Nocturnal lifts Father Nathan up onto his shoulder. Emily throws a flame, lighting up the ramp way. Nocturnal hits The Face of Chaos on Father Nathan onto the flaming ramp way.
Jill Matthews: Shit!!!! Oh my god.
Vince Walters: Now that’s what I call brutal? Can you smell chicken?
The referee just stands with his mouth open as Nocturnal picks Nathan and drags him up the ramp way. Ring crew with fire extinguishers rush down to put out the fire. Nocturnal sets Nathan up and Irish whips him into the big screen. Nathan hits it face first and groggily bounces off and is met with a clothesline from Nocturnal.
Vince Walters: This is getting out of hand.
Nocturnal slings Nathan over his shoulder and walks through the curtain and heads towards the back door of the arena. Nocturnal stops when he gets to the door and puts Nathan between his legs and lifts him high for a power bomb but Nathan somehow manages to fight back and begins punching Nocturnal in the head over and over. Nathan slides down off of Nocturnal and kicks him in the back. Nocturnal turns around and runs at Nathan and chases him through the back door. Nocturnal slams open the door as he goes after Nathan, and Nathan slams a trash can over his head making him a little dizzy. Nathan runs and jumps off of a railing at Nocturnal and both men slam through a door behind where Nocturnal was standing. Nathan lands on top of Nocturnal after slamming him through the door and they end up in outside of the arena.
Jill Matthews: Where the hell are they?
Nathan continues his assault on Nocturnal by lifting another garbage can above his head and slamming it down on top of him spilling its contents all over the Nathan jumps from side to side as he watches Nocturnal crawl on his hands and knees. Someone throws a beer bottle into the action and it lands near Nocturnal without the referee seeing it. Nocturnal grabs it and slowly gets to his feet and turns quickly smashing the beer bottle on top of Nathan's head, but it isn't enough to send the guy down. The two lock up and Nocturnal easily gets the upper hand. Nathan pushes an abandoned shopping trolley at Nocturnal almost taking out the referee in the process.
Vince Walters: Supermarket dash anyone?
Jill Matthews: What?
Vince Walters: Eh?
Nocturnal picks up the shopping trolley and puts Nathan in it and punches him in the face a few times. With a sinister smile on his face Nocturnal pushes Nathan towards a small set of stairs and pushes it as hard as he can over it throwing Nathan from it and wrecking the shopping trolley. Nathan pulls himself under a covered park bench as Nocturnal continues to go after him. Nathan comes out on the opposite side of the bench and grabs a tree branch that's nearby. Nocturnal sticks his head out from under the park bench and Nathan breaks the branch in half over Nocturnal's head. He slides over the top of the bench as Nocturnal lies on the ground holding his head. Nathan grabs a glass of beer, takes a drink from it and brings it back like a baseball bat as Nocturnal slowly stands up. Nocturnal turns around and Nathan smashes the glass over Nocturnal's head but he remains standing.
Jill Matthews: How is Nocturnal still standing?
Vince Walters: Where they going? They seem to be leaving the park with the camera crew and referee in tow.
Father Nathan drags Nocturnal across the busy road. The rush of cars shows no sign of abating as Father Nathan drags him through the flow. Horns honk and breaks squeal, but the cars keep coming despite the problems. They eventually get to the other curb and come to a chain linked fence. Father Nathan slams Nocturnal’s face against it. Nocturnal collapses to the floor.
Vince Walters: I’m speechless.
Jill Matthews: Hallelujah!
Nocturnal uses the fence to pulls himself back up and climbs through a gap. The lights of a bus terminal gleam a sickly yellow ahead. Nocturnal drags himself towards one of the buses. Father Nathan grabs him from behind and goes to slam him into the wall but at the last moment Nocturnal reverses the move and slams Nathan into the wall busting him wide open.
Jill Matthews: Oh my God!
Nocturnal rushes to a bus. The door stands open while passengers get off. Nocturnal pushes them aside amid many shouts and quarrelsome looks. He pushes a man out the way who is carrying a bicycle and looks at the driver. The driver has a scared look on his face and shuts the door. He drives the bus out of the terminal and out of shot.
Jill Matthews: What the hell?
Vince Walters: I don’t know.
Father Nathan turns around slowly and looks at the man carrying the bicycle. He grabs the bike and sets off after the bus.
Jill Matthews: This is getting weirder and weirder.
Vince Walters: I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen but we’ll get you back to this match as soon as we can get a camera crew to catch up with them.
Jill Matthews: And if the Father doesn’t get a puncture.
Vince Walters: True.
LAST BLOOD
TypeTwo man segment
Length15 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating13%
Crowd Reaction30%
Overall Rating22%
VS
Here we are, the opening match of our Fall From Grace Pay Per View! Liz and Tyler Knowles stood on opposite sides of the ring, now staring each other down. cRu vs. OCD! The bell sounds, as this match sets underway. Liz lunges forward, rushing toward Tyler , looking for a quick clothesline, and connects. Knowles sent quickly to the mat, not expecting the fast start from Liz. Tyler rolled over, pushing himself to his knees, as Liz had dropped back into the ropes, leaping forward to send a knee straight to the jaw of the man representing OCD here tonight, and Tyler was flat on his back again.
Jill Matthews ; Elizabeth is wasting no time showing Tyler Knowles that she means business!
Vince Walters ; Showing him what a little tough love from a woman is all about.
Jill Matthews ; Was that a knock toward Tyler’s sexuality?
Tyler was slowly moving to his feet, as Liz looked to waste no time in continuing her assault on the young man. However, as soon as Tyler was up, Liz once more off the ropes, leaping to catch the back of Tyler’s head and sending him to the mat once more with a bulldog takedown! Liz back on her feet, stepping over the fallen Tyler Knowles, and taking a position on his lower back, while grabbing both legs of Knowles and pulling them back, locking in a boston crab! Tyler looked on in pain, reaching his arms toward the bottom ropes that seemed to be further than they actually were at this moment. He writhed, and stretched before finally grasping the bottom ropes, forcing Liz out of the submission hold!
Vince Walters ; Tyler seems a bit distracted. Too much partying ?
Jill Matthews ; The man sure knows how to throw down, that is for sure.
Elizabeth was on her feet, lifting Tyler to his as well. She sends Tyler into the ropes, waiting for the rebound to attempt a flying forearm smash, but Tyler ducked out of the way, as Liz found herself going throat-first across the top rope now. Tyler turned around, stepping to the cRu member, and connecting with a rear naked choke drop now, using his time to gain the energy he lost early on. Tyler on his feet now, as Liz struggled to her knees. Tyler moved over in front of her, making fun of the situation and placing his hand behind Liz’s head to insinuate she was giving him a blow job! While he was show boating, Liz sent a fist straight to that groin area, and Tyler quickly dropped to his knees before bending forward.
Vince Walters ; A little show boating by Tyler Knowles, and now he’s in a precarious position!
Jill Matthews ; Look at you, Vince! Learning some new words. Maybe Rio has done you some good.
Liz stood on her feet, positioning herself behind Tyler Knowles, and returning the favor! Rubbing her own groin against the rear of Tyler Knowles, pretending to give it to him doggy style. The fans didn‘t know what to think, as they seemed to be in shock. Liz stepped back, and then dropped back into the ropes before lunging forward, looking for a leg drop across the back of Tyler’s neck, but he wisely rolled out of the way and Liz fell flat upon her ass! Tyler quickly on his feet, dropping back and lunging forward with a falling dropkick straight to the face of Liz! Quickly, Tyler draped his body over her’s for the cover.
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Kickout!
Jill Matthews ; It’s not going to be that easy, Tyler!
Vince Matthews ; You would know about being easy, wouldn’t you?
Tyler slammed his hands on the mat before climbing back to his feet. He had a conversation with the referee, allowing Elizabeth to climb back on her feet and shake out the cobwebs. She grabbed Tyler by his shoulder, turning him and sending a closed fist to his jaw. Tyler winced, stumbling back. Another right hand from Liz, following be a knee to the midsection. She then dropped back, all the way into the ropes before springing off, and rushing toward Tyler. Though, what she didn’t expect is the back body drop, sending her over the top rope and to the outside of the ring! Tyler grinned before dropping and rolling out of the ring. The referee warns him, and begins the count, but Tyler ignores it for the time being, as he lifts Elizabeth back on her feet now. He grabbed her head, walking toward the barricade and slamming her face first down onto it.
Jill Matthews; Tyler Knowles starting to build the momentum. He’s really sexy.
Vince Walters ; Elizabeth isn’t out of this yet, but I’m sure she’s got a massive headache at this point.
Tyler made his way down a bit, climbing up on the barricade. The crowd was getting behind him a bit, as Elizabeth slowly staggered to her feet. Knowles running down the barricade, launching himself threw the air, looking for a corkscrew moonsault, but Elizabeth steps out of harms way and allows Tyler to crash to the floor! She laughed, as she grabbed him by his hair and pulled him to his feet, a knee straight to the midsection, before she leapt up, wrapping legs around his neck and slung him backwards for a hurricanranna. Liz was back in control now, as she rolled to her feet and moved to the ring, following and back out to break the referee’s count. She moved to pull Tyler to his feet, taking him by the head and running him hard into the steel ring post! Tyler staggered backward, as Liz now rolled into the ring and stood to her feet.
Jill Matthews ; She’s going to win if Tyler can’t recover and beat the ten count!
Vince Walters ; A pussy would get a win anyway they can, though. I wonder if she needs her head examined.
Jill Matthews ; She wouldn’t let you anywhere near her, you creep.
Vince Walters ; You did.
Jill Matthews ; And you remind me of that lapse of judgment any time you can.
The referee’s count was up to eight, but Tyler was on his feet. He finally rolled back into the ring, just in time to avoid the count out loss. He stood slowly to his feet, grabbing his head. Tyler turned just in time to receive a spear from Elizabeth, sending him hard to the mat. She quickly made the cover for the pin.
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3- NO! Kickout by Tyler!
Liz was frustrated, slamming her own hands to the mat in frustration. Back on her feet, she grabbed Tyler by the head and pulled him up, a slap across his chest, and then another! She jumped up, dropkicking him in the chest and sending him hard into the corner.
Jill Matthews ; Liz almost had Tyler beat, but now she’s back on the offensive!
Vince Walters ; That would have been a huge win if she beat the former Youngblood Champion.
Tyler had a long way to go if he wanted to get back to a championship, opening the PPV with a loss wouldn’t be a good thing. He was now backed into a corner, as Elizabeth was lifting him up to the top turnbuckle! The crowd getting into the match now, stomping their feet to make noise. Liz went up now, jumping up to attempt a Frankensteiner, but Tyler blocked the attempt! Instead, he sent her forward, dropping her off the top rope with a power bomb! Tyler stayed put, as he stood now to the top of the turnbuckle and nodded his head. He jumped up, looking for a Shooting Star Press! Connected! Tyler made the cover.
Jill Matthews ; He’s got her here!
The ref dropped to make the cover.
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3...NO!! Elizabeth got her foot on the bottom rope just in time, and the referee waves off the three count. Tyler stands to object, but the ref points to the bottom rope. He turned to slam his hands on the turnbuckle in frustration. Liz grabbed the ropes, hoisting herself to her feet. Tyler turned, looking for an elbow to the face, but Elizabeth ducked and came around with a spinning heel kick, catching Tyler in the jaw. Knowles down to a knee, as Elizabeth lunged forward, grabbing his head and flipping over for a snapping neck breaker! The crowd getting into the excitement this match was bringing. Elizabeth back on her feet, as she looked to Tyler. She pointed to him and yelled something. She then moved to pull him to his feet. A kick to the stomach, and then she set up..for AFFLICTION! Followed by the cover.
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And your winner, Elizabeth Devereaux!
CRU V. OCD
Type1 vs 1
Length7 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating17%
Crowd Reaction28%
Overall Rating22%
VS
Vince Walters: Oh wait, seems we’ve caught up with Nocturnal and Father Nathan.
Jill Matthews: Let’s go directly to the location to see what’s going on.
The picture comes back up with a camera man running down a back alley; the picture is jumping from him running. It picks up Father Nathan stood in front of the bus that Nocturnal had taken earlier in the night. It has smashed into a wall and is smoking from the front. Nocturnal is nowhere to be seen. The referee is stood next to Father Nathan. They are both looking towards a cemetery.
Vince Walters: Where the hell is Nocturnal? You don’t think…….
Jill Matthews: I would never put it past him.
Father Nathan shrugs his shoulders and enters. In the dim moonlight, the statues atop the gravestones in this cemetery cast strange shadow-shapes across the dark mounds under which this city's dead lay. Weeping stone angels look like laughing devils. Hands clasp in prayer become ripping claws. Crosses hang from them.
Jill Matthews: I’m sorry for this people, but Nocturnal’s a law upon himself.
Mausoleums rise house-high there. Candles and broken statuary surround them, disrepair but candles burn brightly.
Father Nathan walks into the light.
Father Nathan: "Come on Nocturnal let’s finish this once and for all."
He looks around frustrated because he can't find Nocturnal. He jumps slightly as he hears a noise from behind a gravestone. Slowly he looks over the gravestone thinking that Nocturnal is hiding behind it, only to catch two teenagers making out behind it.
Father Nathan: "Get out of here now before I tell your parents what you're up to!!!!"
Shaking his head he continues into the cemetery.
Father Nathan: "Haven't they got anything better to do?"
Unseen by him a figure is stood on top of one of the Mausoleums. He is perched on a ledge; he cocks his head to the side and puts out his arms as in like the crucifixion and laughs sadistically. Father Nathan turns in time to be met with a Missile Dropkick in the face.
Nocturnal: "You think you've got what it takes to take me out? To take this body and destroy it?"
Nocturnal charges in throwing a right across Father Nathan's jaw. Father Nathan staggers backward, and has no time to put up a defence, as Nocturnal curls his right fist and sends it into Father Nathan's gut. He doubles over in immense pain, as Nocturnal grabs him by his t-shirt, and runs him face first into a gravestone. Nocturnal smiles sadistically as he stomps the fallen Father Nathan.
Vince Walters: I hope this match is stopped. If any of their other matches are to be beaten then this one should be stopped.
Father Nathan slowly pulls himself up, and turns as Nocturnal kicks him right in the face. Father Nathan slams into another gravestone hard as he begins to crawl away from Nocturnal. Nocturnal grabs Father Nathan by the shirt and forces him to his feet. Father Nathan looks right into the face of Nocturnal, and spits into Nocturnal's face. Father Nathan punches Nocturnal right across the face. Nocturnal staggers backwards in shock, as Father Nathan sends another hard punch into Nocturnal's face. He staggers backward into a wall of one of the Mausoleums, as Father Nathan charges forward and goes to punch Nocturnal again, but Nocturnal quickly side step, as Father Nathan's fist is crushed into the concrete wall.
Jill Matthews: That's got to hurt!!!!
Father Nathan shakes his hand in pain. Nocturnal charges in and slams the back of Father Nathan's head into the Mausoleum's wall. Father Nathan falls to the ground, as Nocturnal begins to send stomp after sickening stomp into his opponent's back. Over and over, as Nocturnal just won't give in. That is until Father Nathan lifts his boot in between Nocturnal's legs.
Vince Walters: OHHHHH Right to the General!!!!
Jill Matthews: What?
Nocturnal slowly falls to his knees in pain and shock, as he looks across at Father Nathan, who quickly crawls over and blinds Nocturnal with a thumb to the eye. Nocturnal lies defenceless, he is temporarily blind and in a lot of pain. Father Nathan quickly crawls over to one of the graves and lifts up, what looks to be a flower pot. Father Nathan lifts it and with one swift movement, he smashes it over the side of Nocturnal's head shattering it into a thousand pieces. He picks up the dying flowers and uses them as a whip to the side of Nocturnal's head. He looks at Nocturnal slowly falls to the ground and remains out as blood flows like a river from his head. Father Nathan just looks towards an open grave. He suddenly turns and looks at Nocturnal with a look of shock when he notices Nocturnal getting up with a sinister smile on his face. Father Nathan grabs what's left of the flowerpot and leaps up with it in his hand and drives it into Nocturnal's back. Nocturnal yells out in pain as he begins to slide away from Father Nathan, but Father Nathan is right after him. Father Nathan pulls Nocturnal to his feet and sends a hard right hand into Nocturnal's jaw. The bloodied Nocturnal staggers backward from the pain, as Father Nathan curls up his fist again and sends yet another hard right into Nocturnal's jaw. This time Nocturnal falls backward, right against one of the Mausoleums. He rebounds with a clothesline taking himself and Father Nathan down.
Jill Matthews: Big time clothesline there?
Vince Walters: Every moves got to count when these two are involved.
The sinister smile is still on Nocturnal's face as he slowly gets to him feet pulling Father Nathan up with him. Nocturnal quickly locks on a front face lock and proceeds to drive Father Nathan's skull into the top of a gravestone with a DDT. Father Nathan's body lays limp over it after the move, as a pool of blood slowly begins to flow from his skull down the gravestone. Nocturnal finally pulls Father Nathan's body up, and warm, fresh blood begins to pour from Father Nathan's skull. Nocturnal looks at Father Nathan and with his free hand he wipes some of the blood off. Nocturnal then wipes the blood across his face and hurls Father Nathan into a nearby Mausoleum, breaking the door in the process.
Jill Matthews: Holy Shit!
Vince Walters: Don't say things like that in a Cemetery!
Nocturnal picks up the broken body of Father Nathan and throws him through the broken door. He turns and looks at the nearest camera and smiles sadistically. He follows Father Nathan inside. But Father Nathan is waiting. He looks up from the ground. He sucks up the pain he is going through and charges at Nocturnal. Nocturnal slams into one of the casket that is within the Mausoleum toppling it to the floor. Nocturnal slowly gets to his feet, as Father Nathan once again charges in, leaps in the air and drives his face into the floor. Nocturnal's face bounces off the ground, and a spurt of blood stains the floor. It is now Nocturnal who is bleeding immensely. Father Nathan doesn't know the meaning of losing as he staggers to his feet looking for a weapon to use, he grabs at one of the caskets trying to rip off the lid.
Jill Matthews: What? Stop this now!
Nocturnal spins him around and hits him with a Face of Chaos Version II into the casket lid, cracking it open. Nocturnal staggers over to the broken casket lid and slowly drags it along with him. Nocturnal stares, as Father Nathan is getting to his feet. Nocturnal lets out a loud cry as he lifts the lid above his head... SMACK! And receives a stunning clothesline from nowhere, that knocks him right off his feet and onto the floor. Father Nathan uses all his power to nail the clothesline perfectly, but the force is so big, that he falls to the ground as. Both men are laid flat on the ground, blood pouring from their heads.
Jill Matthews: It’s got to be stopped now?
Vince Walters: Where’s the referee?
Nocturnal slowly begins to crawl away from Father Nathan's fallen body towards the exit into the cemetery. Nocturnal pulls himself up to his knees and slowly begins to make his way towards the exit. He looks up at the exit....WHACK!!!! With such authority, a piece of the casket lid is cracked across the back of his head. Nocturnal's vision becomes blurry as he finds himself face down on the floor, with Father Nathan standing behind him with the piece of wood in his grasp. Father Nathan is breathing heavily as he drops it and slowly falls to his knees from exhaustion. He crawls slowly outside and awaits his opponent.
Vince Walters: Come on, someone better cut the feed to them?
Nocturnal turns and looks around for his opponent, the blood drips into his eyes. A hand falls onto his shoulder and without knowing it Nocturnal hit him with the Meltdown onto one of the other caskets.
Vince Walters: OH MY GOD!!!! WHAT THE HELL HAS HE DONE??
Nocturnal rubs the blood from his eyes and realises he has hit one of the dead bodies with one his finishing moves. He shrugs his shoulder and slowly makes his way to the door.
Nocturnal: Don't tell anyone else cutey; otherwise they'll all want to get into the game. Now where are you Nate?
As he exits he is met with a leg drop from above him as Father Nathan was waiting for him on the ledge above. Father Nathan launches himself off of the ledge with a splash crushing Nocturnal into the ground. Nocturnal slowly regains his feet as Father Nathan looks around for a weapon to use. He turns Father Nathan around. They begin to exchange right hands, Nocturnal wins the battle and pushes Father Nathan back towards the open grave, but Father Nathan realises where he is going, and blocks a right hand and then comes back with a series of his own. To stop himself falling into the hole, Nocturnal nails Father Nathan with a hard knee to the gut. He then follows it up with a Double Axe Handle to the back of his neck. Nocturnal drops a quick knee to Father Nathan's head and then pulls him up, but he gets in a few body punches and breaks the hold before delivering a spinning roundhouse kick. But Father Nathan blocks it and hits Nocturnal with a Choke slam.
Jill Matthews: Please someone cut the feed!!!
Nocturnal gets up shaking the cobwebs out of his eyes. Father Nathan nails him with a kick to the gut and then goes for a sidewalk slam, but before Father Nathan can deliver the move, Nocturnal twists out, locking Father Nathan in an arm wrench, before delivering a Back Heel Kick. Nocturnal pulls Father Nathan up and nails a European Uppercut, Father Nathan staggers backwards, and almost falls into the open grave, but manages to regain his balance in the nick of time. Nocturnal kicks him in the gut as he comes back, and then goes for a Double Underhook Suplex, Father Nathan tries to block it, but Nocturnal nails him with a knee to the face and then delivers the Suplex. Nocturnal backs away, he then charges and delivers a drop kick to Father Nathan knocking him into one of the gravestones busting it in half.
Vince Walters: Now this is taking the piss!
Jill Matthews: Language!! We're still on air!
Nocturnal has a sick smile on his face as he picks Father Nathan up by the scruff of his neck and the back of his t-shirt. Tossing him across the cemetery through one gravestone, then another, then another, leaving rubble in his wake. He slowly, arrogantly walks up to Father Nathan and leans down to pick him up, only to be met with a shovel shot between the eyes. BANG!!! Nocturnal flies backwards and smashes into one of the angel statues, pulling off an arm as he tries to stand up. Looking at the arm through bloodied eyes he charges towards Father Nathan swinging it like a baseball bat only to be met with a drop toe hold into another gravestone.
Jill Matthews: Hey, wait a minute; shouldn't we be cheering for Father Nathan as he represents the forces of good?
Father Nathan looks around for the referee so he can get this match over and done with. The referee is just stood out of sight as he doesn’t want to be in the way. Nocturnal starts to claw his way to his feet, blood is running from his face, back and arms like a river. Father Nathan looks like he is in just as bad a state as Nocturnal.
Jill Matthews: How can either of them be standing?
Vince Walters: I don’t know. They’ve both lost so much blood. Either of them shouldn’t be standing.
Father Nathan looks at the statues arm; a sinister smile crosses his lips. He waits until Nocturnal is fully standing and launches himself at him and snakes the arm around Nocturnal’s throat cutting off the air to his brain. He lets go after a while and leaves Nocturnal groggily staggering around. He waits for a split second and then hits Nocturnal right in the heart with the Left Hand of God which sends Nocturnal staggering backwards.
Vince Walters: Oh my God! This has got to be it.
The referee approaches Nocturnal but Nocturnal is slowly trying to get back to his feet. Father Nathan gets frustrated with this and pushes the referee out of the way. Out of nowhere Nocturnal hits Nathan with the Meltdown. Both men are down.
Jill Matthews: Oh not again!!!
Vince Walters: Both men have lost so much blood.
Both men try to clamber to their feet each using a grave stone to stand up straight. Both of them fall forward and hold each other up. They are both breathing hard; their eyes are glazed over. The referee doesn’t know what to do. Nocturnal tries to lift Father Nathan up on his shoulder but as he bends down to pick him up Father Nathan grabs him in a side headlock and bull dogs him face first onto a broken grave stone. He isn’t moving. Nathan is barely able to stand but uses the broken statue to keep upright.
Vince Walters: This could be it.
The referee reaches for Nocturnal’s arm and raises it up and it drops limp to the floor. He turns to Father Nathan and raises his arm as the winner.
Vince Walters: Father Nathan has beaten Nocturnal and keeps the NEW Youngblood title belt.
Jill Matthews: Absolutely. But I don’t see that as the end of their feud.
Vince Walters: Cages won’t hold them.
Jill Matthews: What?
Vince Walters: What’s next? How are they going to follow this? Match of the year potential?
Jill Matthews: For a second year running for Nocturnal.
GOOD VS. EVIL (YB TITLE)
Type1 vs 1 Falls Count Anywhere
Length10 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating13%
Crowd Reaction31%
Overall Rating22%
VS
Tom Davis: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is set for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, JIMMY MCMAHON!!!”
Vince Walters: “And we continue to ask the dual of question of “Who’s First?” and “When will he get the joke?”
Jill Matthews: “Watch ‘the Waterboy’ Vince... with everyone picking on Jimmy, he might go ballistic and start kicking ass...”
Tom Davis: “And introducing his opponent, Originally from Berlin, Germany and now residing in Chicago, Illinois.. he stands 6 feet, 6 inches tall, and weighs in at 265lbs.. He is KRONIN!!!!”
‘Ich Will’ by Rammstein plays over the PA and Kronin walks out to some boos and pauses, looking around before throwing his his leather jacket off revealing a Germany soccer jersey, which brings resounding boos from the crowd. He then makes his way down to the ring and climbs in, glancing at Jimmy and shaking his head as if he feels sorry for the guy.
Vince Walters: “What the hell?! They’re booing the man because of his shirt?!”
Jill Matthews: “Germany and Brazil have a long rivalry in soccer. I think Kronin expected to get some boos and came prepared.”
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
Jimmy points to crowd and then to Kronin, yelling at Kronin that they don’t like them. Kronin answers with a big right hand that knocks Jimmy flat on his back and drags Jimmy to his feet, locking in a side headlock, punching Jimmy on the top of his head.
Vince Walters: “HAHAHA! Kronin is giving Jimmy noogies! I like this guy!”
Jill Matthews: “It... is kinda hard not to laugh at this but... you have to feel sorry for poor Jimmy...”
Kronin finishes the noogies and throws Jimmy to the mat with a high hip toss, standing in the middle of the ring and as Jimmy gets up, Kronin waves Jimmy on to try and attack. Jimmy charges... right into a big boot from Kronin, sending the man down to the mat as Kronin shakes his head. Kronin bounces off the ropes and jumps into the air, driving the point of his elbow into Jimmy’s chest.
Vince Walters: “Yeah! Go!”
Jill Matthews: “Kronin can end this thing at will... what’s the point of continuing this?”
Vince Walters: “Kronin is a veteran, Jill. He’s a nice guy outside the ring, but in the ring... he’s just like Hunter Valentyne and any other veteran, he gets pissed at anything he sees as making a mockery of the business...”
Jill Matthews: “So then pin hi quickly and be done with it...”
Kronin pulls Jimmy to his feet,Jimmy punches him in the face, barely phasing Kronin who responds by planting Jimmy with a big time belly to belly suplex. Kronin pulls Jimmy to his feet and plants him with a German suplex, keeping his fingers locked and pulling Jimmy to his feet, hitting another German suplex, repeating this for an astounding five German Suplexes until he releases on the 5th German Suplex, Jimmy landing on his head, seeming to pop right back up to his feet... only to pull a Ric Flair and fall flat on his face.
Vince Walters: “5 German Suplexes! I think it’s almost all over for Jimmy now.”
Jill Matthews: “I hope so... it’s painful to watch someone so outclassed.”
Kronin pulls Jimmy to his feet, Jimmy counters with a low blow, doubling Kronin over. Jimmy tries for a DDT but Kronin blocks it, lifting the man up as if for a vertical suplex and holds them there for almost 30 seconds, at times using only one hand while he simulates checking his watch on his wrist before he makes his way to the middle of the ring and plants Jimmy with the Metal Meltdown, going right into the cover..
1...
2..
3!
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
Tom Davis: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner, by pinfall... KRONIN!!!”
Vince Walters: “BAM! And one retard, splat on the mat!”
Jill Matthews: “Very professional, Vince...”
Kronin heads out of the ring and heads to the back while the ref checks on Jimmy who lies on the mat in a heap..