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Post by Styles on Mar 12, 2013 14:39:47 GMT -5
IGNITE 24 rolls into Chicago once again this time with the NEW WORLD TITLE ON THE LINE! Nocturnal defends it for the first time against LA Kief a man who has never gotten a world title shot. Now the kicker here is a man who hates both of them so much will be the special guest ref his name is Jesse Styles! Also we will see the former 5x NEW World Champion Johnny Stylez in action for the first time in five months, We will see the Young Blood title on the line in a heated rivarly between the champ Tori and the challenger Kody. Not to mention all the new faces arriving on the scene of New Edge Wrestling who will rise above the rest? Tune in and find out! IGNITE 24 INFODateFebruary 10, 2013 at 10 pmVenueN.E.W ArenaDeadlineFebruary 9, 2013 at 9 pmRating58Attendance103,050Gate$3,091,500SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The arena darkens a bit and ‘Prayer’ by Disturbed plays over the PA as Valora makes her way out from the back with her trademark smirk on her face as she largely ignores the mixed reaction the fans give her and makes her way to the ring..
Vince Walters: “What the hell?! Valora coming out at the top of the show?! She never does this!”
Jill Matthews: “I think you’re right there, Vince. I don’t believe Val has ever been in the opening segment of Ignite, so its about time to see her out here as she is without a doubt one of the top stars in New Edge Wrestling.”
Valora grabs the mic and climbs into the ring, pacing around and looking out over the crowd, smirking again as she nods.
Valora: “Sorry to all of you who were expecting an hour an half long Nocturnal entrance before he rambles and gloats about how awesome he is, but he has to prepare for the softball match Jesse threw him tonight so Nocturnal actually looks like a World Champ. As for Colt? Well, the Janitor said he knew some secret info on who Colt is so Colt’s ass is likely scrubbing the bathrooms or some shit tryin’ to find out. And that left... me. The person who SHOULD be World Champ right now to lead off the show. But don’t worry. I’ll get to Apathy’s interference and the shoddy craftsmanship of the cell in a moment here. Well, fuck it. We all wanna hear that.. right? Come on, you fuckin’ gringo sheep. Nod yes. You wanna hear about the backstage rumors. You want the dirt. You wanna hear what I really think about that match, right?!”
Valora pauses and basks in the boos from the crowd, her smirk growing as she looks the crowd over and nods.
Valora: “Alright kids then sit down and let me tell you all a true story about the NEW World Championship. Once upon a time, a man named Triple X held the World Title and things were good. Stable. The man knew how to hold a belt and make it mean something. But then Jesse, the man who would be King of New Edge Wrestling decided he had held the belt too long. Fans weren’t spending money because the shit talent he had couldn’t compete with Triple X. Well lo and behold, out of nowhere, a talent arose. Taking on 2, 3, and 4 people at a time on a regular basis and winning, she had proven what she could do, until finally she beat Natalia Santiago, Blair Buchanan, and Roger Wright to earn a title shot. But there was a problem.. For this talent was Mexican and female. That made the so called Powers that Be nervous, but they saw a chance as well. Triple X and Jesse.. well they fought over one thing or another, maybe it was over who got to be the big spoon and who had to be the little spoon, maybe it was over who’d be the bitch, no one knows, no one cares. What is known is that Triple X walked away from facing me. Yes, Jesse grabbed Shane Sparx and threw him into the ring to fight me, but we fought over a meaningless belt. Triple X knew this. He knew the winner would have no legitimacy, because they hadn’t beaten Triple X for the belt. Since Triple X left, the belt has gone from worthless to less than worthless...
Think about it, Shane Sparx? Chef Roberto? Nocturnal? I had some hope that Nocturnal might turn things around and restore at least SOME credibility to the belt, but he intends to defend it against people like LA Kief. All the while, Noc forgets one thing. Shane Sparx BARELY beat me. Nocturnal BARELY beat me. Pull all the tricks you want. Sooner or later, I’ll get back into that ring, fighting for the big title.. and, as they say, Third time’s the charm.”
Vince Walters: “Valora just called the last three champions worthless and insulted the integrity of the World Title! She should be fired!”
Jill Matthews: “You can’t defend 2 out of the last 3 World Champs. We’ll see how Nocturnal does...”
Valora: “But now we get to the good part. Triple X decided to run his mouth. The part timer that can’t be bothered to show up and bust his ass like the rest of us do has decided that I’m some sort of personal insult to him. Well Esse... if I’m such a fuckin’ insult to you and your ‘God Like’ ability... why don’t you drag your big, bald, Frankenstein wannabe ass down here to this ring next week and do something about it. I know... fighting someone younger than you, faster than you.. prettier than you and more skilled than you might be a bit... intimidating. But you go on and on about how well you know this business. Assuming that’s true then you know that what you did in the past means shit. Its all about what have you done lately? And when it comes to NEW... you’ve done shit lately, Triple X. So next week... get your ass into MY ring. And I’ll earn your fuckin’ respect, gringo.. and show you why I am the best at my business. Unlike you.. I don’t do this shit for fun, or as a hobby or to stroke my ego. This shit is my life. You’re gonna learn that cause you apparently forgot who the fuck I am.”
Vince Walters: “Valora is calling out Triple X?! He’ll murder her... if he even considers her worth the time.”
Jill Matthews: “I think he’ll respond. There were a lot of disappointed NEW fans that wanted to see Valora vs. Triple X. I’m sure Jesse is in the back signing the match now!”
The crowd cheers, excited at the idea of the match up just suggested and Valora basks in the crowd, an amused look on her face as she watches them before continuing.
Valora: “One more thing... I was directed to a FOX News appearance by some dumb fuckin’ gringo who thinks he’s still in 1950’s America where you could refer to Latinos as ‘Spanish’. Where Blacks were free... free to be treated like shit and dumped in the shittiest neighborhoods that could be found. Stuck in the back of the bus, in the worst schools and in their own diners cause God forbid a white person might have to wait on a black to finish their meal.. that’d be horrible.. Actually wait. Lemme try my response into language that ignorant gringo will understand...”
Valora cracks her neck and takes a deep breath before continuing.
Valora: “Well Golly Gee Willikers Mr. Gringo. You sure are an idiot, aren’t you? Who’s gonna pick all your fruit and vegetables if you send the Mexicans back? Did you forget that you stole the land from the Mexicans in the first place? Stealing isn’t very nice.. and it isn’t American. Isn’t that what you tell us, Mr. Gringo? Ohh.. there’s two rules? White people can steal and murder and rape and its fine, but Latinos, and Blacks and Native Americans.. well THEN its stealing? Is that how it goes? Well that doesn’t sound very fair to me, Mr. Gringo...”
Valora pauses as the crowd begins to boo and Valora smirks and shakes her head.
Valora: “Who’s gonna build your wall, Mr. American Icon? White people can’t be bothered to do it. Its kinda hot in the desert and you don’t like to do hard work anymore... not unless you get paid more money than the government will pay to do it. There’s a reason why your joke of a wall is just that. A joke. You and I aren’t done. I’m gonna welcome you to New Edge Wrestling once I get done with my other business. I’m gonna beat some cold hard facts into that neandertal brain of yours.. Ooops... there I go... using big words again. I mean caveman. Prepare yourself, you geriatric fuck. Schools about to be in session and you’ll leave with a Phd in getting your ass kicked by the time I’m done with you.”
Valora starts to leave and the crowd chants about her and Apathy causing Valora to pause and turn back to glance at them, bringing the mic back.
Valora: “Yeah. I didn’t mention Apathy and me. Because its not the business of you and will be dealt with between Apathy and I. Deal with it.”
Valora drops the mic and rolls out of the ring, heading to the backstage area..
Vince Walters: “Well.. That was a bit more... Aggressive than we’ve seen Valora before..”
Jill Matthews: “I think she’s tired of playing games... Valora has goals. Beat Apathy tonight, beat Triple X, Teach the American Icon a lesson, and regain the World belt.. I’ve always thought that Valora is at her best if she has a goal. Winning the match to get her first World title Shot, winning the Texas Death Match against Hunter Valentyne in Rio... Valora with goals is a dangerous opponent.” VALORA HAS SOMETHING TO SAY!TypeOne man segmentLength4 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating100%Crowd Reaction100%Overall Rating100%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Jill Matthews: The atmosphere tonight is electric. The fans cannot wait. They’ve got one question on their minds - can L.A. Kief beat Nocturnal?
Vince Walters: No. How can he? He’s a giant tub of lard. He doesn’t have the conditioning to beat Nocturnal.
Jill Matthews: I guess we’ll be finding out but first, we have a triple match as the returning Brian Hart and REDRUM take on Josiah Miller. We’re almost underway but I’ve heard there’s a commotion going on in REDRUM’s dressing room.
The broadcast switches to outside REDRUM’s dressing room. Grunts, bangs and the sounds of smashing cutlery can be heard as the vibrations cause his door to shake.
Voice
Rarrr!!! Fuck NEW and fuck Jesse. I am going to kick Brian Hart’s ass into oblivion and then I will turn everyone NEW wrestler into a carcass. They will fucking fear me!
More bangs and nonsensical grunts are heard as the door swings open to reveal REDRUM, seething in anger.
Vince Walters: Wow, the former PCW World Heavyweight champion seems pumped up. Hart and the other guy are going to get killed…
"Nanu" by Factory 81 begins playing as Tom Davis can faintly be heard announcing him…
Tom Davis: Introducing first from Johnstown, New York…"Mr. Homicide" REDRUM!
The fans in the arena boo as REDRUM marches down the corridor. He punches the wall as the backstage crew get out of his way. He turns the corner… and whack! Out of nowhere a frying pan hits him in his face. REDRUM collapses in a heap as a large shadow looms over him. The camera swings round to reveal Chef Roberto!
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Post by Styles on Mar 12, 2013 14:40:26 GMT -5
Chef Roberto
Ha ha! You dare disrespect the NEW Heavyweight…oh sorry… my mistake…wrong persona…
REDRUM is now almost unrecognisable as a stream of blood stems from REDRUM’s nose. Senior referee Jim Floss runs to REDRUM’s aid but Chef Roberto stops him.
Chef Roberto
Count.
Jim Floss tries to check on REDRUM but once more Chef Roberto pushes him away.
Chef Roberto
I said count! You dare disrespect the world champion!
Chef Roberto places his foot on REDRUM’s chest. Jim Floss shrugs his shoulders and begins counting…
Chef Roberto
One…two…two and a half…two and three quarters…hurry up referee! Three! Yes! Winner of the match via pinfall and still NEW World Champion… Chef Roberto!!!
Chef Roberto walks off whistling, as REDRUM lies there motionless. Jim Floss tries to revive him but to no avail. The medics finally arrive as Dr. Sherbert checks his pulse…he gets out his phone and franticly dials 911 as the broadcast switches back to the arena.
Jill Matthews: Erm, I guess REDRUM won’t be appearing tonight…
Vince Walters: No shit Sherlock.
Jill Matthews: And does Chef Roberto really think he’s the NEW world champion?
Vince Walters: Nobody told him the championship was vacated so he must do! THE END OF REDRUMTypeOne man segmentLength6 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating100%Crowd Reaction100%Overall Rating100%VS
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The broadcast switches back to the arena, as the crowd wonder why REDRUM hasn’t come out. REDRUM’s theme music comes to an abrupt halt as a message is whispered to Tom Davis.
Tom Davis: I have just been informed that REDRUM may never wrestle for NEW or anyone else again. This is a sad moment for the world of wrestling.
The news gets a mixed reaction from the fans. Some fans cheer and some fans cry as highlights of REDRUM’s career are played on the TITANTRON. The short video package shows highlights of REDRUM winning his first PCW World Championship.
Tom Davis: This match will now be a singles match. Introducing first, making his NEW debut… from Boulder Colorado…Josiah Miller.
"Song For Josiah" plays as Josiah Miller appears at the entranceway. The fans give him a lukewarm reception, seemingly unsure of what to make of him. Josiah casually struts down the ramp and enters the ring. He raises his arm in the air but gets a mute reaction from the fans.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, making his return to NEW…Brian Hart!
The spooky “Enter Sandman” by Metallica plays as the 7 foot giant Brian Hart walks into the arena. The fans give him a mixed reception, some boo whilst others cheer. He smirks as he strides down the ramp. He climbs over the top rope and enters the ring.
Miller immediately hits with Hart with an uppercut but it has no effect as Hart pushes him across the ring. Joshua Clarkson signals for the bell to ring.
Vince Walters: Brian Hart is back! I can’t believe it! When did we last see him? Oh wait; you can’t answer that because you weren’t here! You newbie!
Jill Matthews: I know plenty about Brian Hart thank you very much.
Miller crawls backwards until he reaches the corner. He climbs the turnbuckle and comes flying towards Hart with a crossbody but Hart catches him in mid air and lifts him up. Hart walks overs to the ring ropes and throws Miller out of the ring with a Military Press Slam. Miller lands face first on the guardrail and is knocked out cold. Joshua Clarkson counts him out…
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five…
Six….Miller is still not moving.
Seven…
Eight…
Nine… Miller has still not moved an inch.
Ten… Joshua Clarkson signals for the bell to ring.
Tom Davis: And the winner of the match in 58.6 seconds… Brian Hart.
Jill Matthews: Wow that was short and sweet. Is Brian Hart really good or is Josiah Miller really bad?
Vince Walters: I guess we’ll find out next week when Brian Hart faces a much tougher opponent.
The medics attend Josiah Miller as Brian Hart triumphantly raises his arm in the air. NEW DEBUT 3 WAY.Type1 vs 1 vs 1Length6 min.WinnerShow Brian HartLoserShow OutcomeShow Count OutRating24%Crowd Reaction34%Overall Rating29%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Static starts to come up on the NEW Titantron and a shot of a restaurant appears on the screen.
Jill Matthews: What in the hell is this. Is this a part of the show?
The camera pans around the room and come upon the TA Champion Al Envy. The crowd pops like crazy. He is sitting there enjoying his steak with a smile on his face talking to someone.
Vince Walters: What is this about. Who cares if Al Envy is eating steak.
Slowly the camera moves to the right and we see who he is having a conversation with.
Scarlet Styles……
The arena erupts in oohhss and aahhsss.
Jill Matthews; Oh…My….God!!!
Vince Walters: What in the hell is this!!!!!!
The screen cuts backstage to Jesse Styles. Who has his face glued to the monitor with an ice cold demeanor to it. He starts to tremble with rage then he paces around.
Jill Matthews: I don’t think he was expecting that. The boss looks pissed.
Vince Walters: Wouldn’t you be. His wife is out on a date with another man!! Oh and by the way the other man is Al Envy!!! AL ENVY!!!! You know their history!!
Jill Matthews: Actually I am pretty jealous. I have begged Al to take me to dinner numerous times!!
Vince Walters: HE IS A HOMEWRECKER!!! AL ENVY IS DESTROYING JESSE’S MARRIAGE!!
Jill Mathews: Oh I guess a hype kick to her face did nothing right. Oh its Al Envy’s fault!! Give me a break.
Vince Walters: Hey they are married. Jesse hype kicking her doesn’t mean shit. Scarlet is his wife!!!!
Jill Matthews; Now I know why you are single. Jesus Vince what a Neanderthalic statement!
Back in Jesse’s office his rage finally gets the better of him and he starts throwing shit everywhere. He finally stops as the scene fades with Jesse Styles very upset about what he saw. UNSETTLING.TypeOne man segmentLength3 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating62%Crowd Reaction67%Overall Rating65%VS
Tommy Kain is stood in the ring awaiting his opponent.
Tom Davis: And his opponent......Deathstroke!!!!!!!
Lights in the arena dim. Smoke fills the entranceway as "Superbeast" plays. Large figure in a black cloak emerges from the smoke. He nods at the crowd and just charges straight towards the ring.
Vince Walters: Oh here we go, Jill?
Jill Matthews: Yeah?
Vince Walters: You ever seen him in action before?
Deathstroke feints towards Tommy, who immediately takes a step back and adopts a defensive stance. Deathstroke nods. He then makes his way to a neutral corner to wait for the bell. The referee signals for it and the two men walk toward each other. Tommy holds his arms out for a lockup, and Deathstroke obliges. The big man quickly gains the advantage with a kick to the midsection and then follows up with a knee lift, knocking Tommy to the mat. Deathstroke bends down to grab Tommy by the head, but Tommy catches him completely unawares with a small package...........1............kick out.
Vince Walters: Too quick!!!!!
Deathstroke kicks out at one and gets quickly to his feet, clearly surprised. Wasting no time, he runs toward Tommy, who catches him with a Japanese arm drag, taking him down to the mat. As Deathstroke pops up, Tommy nails him flush in the face with a dropkick. Deathstroke, stunned, rolls to the outside for a moment to regain his bearings and tries to figure out what is going wrong.
Jill Matthews: Come on Stroke; show us the stuff that made you infamous!!!!
With that settled Deathstroke jumps onto the ring apron. Tommy, who has been watching him patiently, jerks the ring ropes, flipping Deathstroke into the ring. As Deathstroke gets back up, Tommy hooks him up and takes him down with a snap suplex. Tommy floats over into a cover, but only gets one. He brings Deathstroke up again, but Deathstroke uses his savvy to hit a devastating clothesline regaining the advantage. He then drop-toe-holds Tommy into the mat and slides up into a side headlock. Deathstroke grounds the hold in, but Tommy fights to his feet and drops Deathstroke with a belly-to-back suplex. With Deathstroke down, Tommy runs into the ropes and comes off with a leg drop, which he follows up with a cover...........1............2...........Kick out.
Vince Walters: Damn too close.
Tommy brings Deathstroke up again and goes behind him, looking to hit a German suplex, but Deathstroke immediately counters out of it with a series of back elbows to the head, knocking Tommy back and stunning him. Deathstroke bounces off the ropes and comes off with a leaping leg lariat, knocking Tommy to the mat. Deathstroke then drops down on top of Tommy and begins raining punches to the face before the referee forces him to break it up at the count of four. Deathstroke brings Tommy back up and whips him hard across the ring into a corner. Deathstroke then charges in and leaps high in the air and lands with a Splash, driving himself into Tommy. Tommy collapses out of the corner, and Deathstroke rolls out of the ring pulling Tommy out by his feet.
Jill Matthews: Oh here we go here we go, let’s get violent!!!!!
Vince Walters: Stroke so hates everyone.
Tommy then muscles himself to his feet and turns towards Deathstroke. The crowd cheers Deathstroke on as Tommy makes his way over to Deathstroke. Deathstroke head butts Tommy unexpectedly to a HUGE pop from the crowd! Tommy staggers backwards, as Deathstroke bounces off the ring barrier and attempts a Roaring Elbow. Tommy ducks it, and he nails Deathstroke in the jaw with a forearm, the big man moves back a few feet as Tommy bounces off the barrier for momentum, and he nails Deathstroke in the jaw with a spinning forearm. Tommy reaches out under the ring and comes out with a chair.
Jill Matthews: Here we go, again.......
He slams the chair into the back of Deathstroke’s head. He totally ignores it and turns abruptly to his opponent. He pulls the chair away from the shocked Tommy and hits him straight between the eyes with it, busting him open. Deathstroke kicks Tommy between the legs and drops the chair. Stroke laughs as he DDT's Tommy onto the chair knocking him out. Stroke shakes his head as he pulls the groggy Tommy up to his feet. He nails him with a kick to the gut, and then clubs him across his back sending him down. He stomps on Tommy a few times before pulling him back up to his feet. He kicks him in the gut and then delivers a violent Gut-wrench Power bomb. He arrogantly covers. …………..1 ……………..2 ……………. Tommy kicks out. He can't believe it, he starts shouting abuse at the referee putting his finger in the official’s face. He nods and turns back to Tommy, he pulls him up and suddenly Tommy pounces on him and then starts to bite his mask.
Vince Walters: Owww!!!!!!
The official and Deathstroke eventually manages to pull him off of Deathstroke's face, and then checks his head, where he now has a small chunk of his mask missing. Tommy spits something out and smiles. Deathstroke just loses it and charges straight in with right hands, knocking him closer to the barrier. He kicks him in the gut and then delivers a Double Arm DDT. Deathstroke then sits on Tommy from behind and then grabs him around the waist and uses all his strength to hoist Tommy up and over for a German Suplex. Tommy is perilously close to the metal ramp way. Deathstroke has had enough and mounts Tommy and begins to pound him with right hands, then starts to choke him, and only stops because the referee pulls him off. Deathstroke is angry with the referee, but quickly turns his attention back to Tommy, who is trying to get to his feet. Deathstroke hooks him up in a front face lock, then signalling to the crowd as he delivers a Brain buster. He covers. …………….1 ………………2 ………………..3!!!!!!!
Vince Walters: Oh my god! Deathstroke nearly killed Tommy Kain.
STROKE VS KAINType1 vs 1Length8 min.WinnerShow DeathstrokeLoserShow Tommy KainOutcomeShow PinfallRating44%Crowd Reaction54%Overall Rating49%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The crowd goes wild as we hear "you think you know me" over the pa system followed by "the sickness" by Disturbed. We then see Iceman appear from behind the curtains.
He is wearing his street clothing, which consists of a pair of blue jeans and a Colorado Avalanche shirt. He takes off running down the isle. Many fans reach out and pat him on the back as he slides under the bottom rope. He remains like that for a few moments before jumping up. He crosses his arms together and hops up on the nearest middle turnbuckle. He holds them both high in the air as he jumps back on the canvas, landing on both feet.
He walks over to the time keeper's table slowly as the music stops. The fans are making a big ruccus as he holds up the mic to speak, while standing in the center of the ring.
Iceman:so this is NEW? This is Ignite? I know everyone has seen a good friend of mine here by the name of Mike Phoenix.
Everyone cheers loudly at hearing that name.
Iceman:Well I am sure he's having fun on the MMA circuit. Me..I'm the Iceman. I'm finally in New Edge Wrestling. I'm finally here to take names and to kick some ass. WEll..I could use the old cliche I'm here to do two things. Kick ass and chew some bubble gum. Guess what? I'M ALL FUCKING OUT OF GUM!! I want you peons in the locker room to pay close attention to what I'm about to say. I'm not going to make this long or drawn out. I'm going to get right to the point. I'm here, not just to be here. I'm here to be the best. That means people like Nocturnal or Kief had better watch out for the Cold One. I know. I know I have to start somewhere at the bottom and work my way up. Fine. I'll start off by challenging the Youngblood Champ. You think that she's all that? I say she's a ditzy ass chick. Oh and I don't care if she loses or keeps her title tonight. One thing is for certain...the Iceman awaits. All of the Al Envys, Jesse Styles, Johny Stylez and anyone who's anyone had better take notes on the Iceman. This is the start of a NEW Ice age!! Tell me something NEW. Can you handle the heat? IF not..maybe you all had best stay out of the cold.
Iceman is interrupted by fans cheering as he drops the mic. He looks around the arena and just laughs manacially as he falls down on the canvas, and slides out by way of the bottom ropes. His music hits the pa system again as he walks up the isle to exit the arena.. ICETypeOne man segmentLength4 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating40%Crowd Reaction51%Overall Rating45%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
##Spin around in circles on my middle middle finger
Won't you spin around in circles on my middle middle finger
Won't you, round and round, sit on my middle finger
Motherfucker round and round, sit on my middle finger##
##So you run around, run around talkin' shit-a shit-a
Hear my name up out your mouth, spit it out you bitch-a bitch-a
Wish that you could hang around me and my thick-aa thick-aa
Lime light, prime life, hope you get the picture, picture##
Vince Walters: What the hell?
Jill Matthews: Seems like we have an unexpected visitor. I’m not familiar with the music. Wait a minute is that....oh my god Vince look!!!!!
++Juliette Delacroix made her way out onto the stage, mic in hand, golden hair whipping with the force of her stance. She took a look around the arena, a cocky little smile on her flawless face. She chuckled to herself and raised the mic to her peachy lips++
Juliette: Well, isn’t this just cute. The Youngblood Division is finally starting to take off after all these years. Most of you heathens have only heard my name mentioned, usually around the time when you win the belt. I’m Juliette Delacroix. I set the bar you have to meet and exceed if you want your title win to mean anything. You see I held that title the longest and that streak remains intact, suprisingly. But if you thought I’d come here just to give you folks well wishes and to applaud your efforts, you’re sadly mistaken. I want, what’s mine.
Vince Walters: I thought this broad was DEAD!!! Judas Dathan hit her with a car and she disappeared!!! Where the FUCK did she come from?
Jill Matthews: Well none of that really matters Vince, all that matters right now is that she’s back and apparantly she’s come back to claim her title. Shut up for a minute......
Juliette: You see, as far as I was concerned, I never legitly lost that title. I was hit by a car. That laid me up in the hospital for a few weeks and then while I was in recovery, NEW cut my contract right out from under me. Talk about not playing fair. Well things have changed. I just waltzed my sexy little ass right into the NEW offices and had a frank discussion with the powers that be and here I am. I’ve been given a second chance. A chance to get back what’s rightfully mine. Oh that’s right Juliette Delacroix is back and I’m going to shake this division up from the very bottom and at it’s very core. There is a reason they still mutter my name when the YoungBlood title is at discussion. I was the best that title has ever seen. I MADE that title WORTH something and I fully intend to do it again. I’m the best at what I do and this is just a frivolous warning to you and the rest of the division that playtime is OVER.
Jill Matthews: Juliette with some fighting words. She is back to claim her throne.
Vince Walters: I got a someplace she can sit.
Juliette: Tori, your time is up sweetheart. Move along and never look back. Americas Sweetheart, Juliette Delacroix has come home to claim her rightful place as the Youngblood champion and nobody is going to stand in her way. Not this time. I will not be outdone....my time is now. You thought I was dead? You thought I was over? Finished? I just have one thing to say to that you heathens......
++With a jaded look in her eyes Juliette gave the crowd a two finger salute as her music hit and she turned dropping the microphone++
##Hold up, I got mo' mo' money than I can fold up
Hey, I see you super hatin' when I roll up
And I suggest you go and grow the fuck up, ha
Or you can spin around in circles
Spin around in circles on my middle, middle finger
Spin around in circles on my middle, middle finger
Spin around in circles on my middle, middle finger
Spin around in circles on my middle, middle finger##
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Post by Styles on Mar 12, 2013 14:41:42 GMT -5
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Tom Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is a #1 contenders Battle Royal match for the NEW Youngblood Title! Introducing first ….... from San Antonio, Texas ...weighing in at 155 pds........The 3 Count Cowgirl ….Dixie Clement!
"Hardcore Country" by Mickie James plays over the PA and Dixie comes out from the backstage area, pausing at the top of the entryway as she takes her hat off and waves to the crowd before making her way down the rampway and sliding into the ring, removing her hat and duster, hanging them on one of the ringposts as she waits the beginning of the fight.
Tom Davis: Next....hailing from the North UK ...weighing in at 125 pds.......she is Jada "Dark Angel" Williams.
I'm not Jesus by Apocalyptica w/ Corey Taylor plays as she comes to the ring.
Tom Davis: Next … hailing from Virginia Beach , Virgina ...weighing in at 245 pds …...."The Natural" Aiden Vaughn:
"We All Die Young" by Steelheart starts to play. When it gets to the part where it says "it makes my stomach churn," Aiden Vaughn makes his way from the back, down the ramp, and to the ring. On his way to the ring, he talks to fans and high-fives them. When he gets in the ring, he runs to the far corner and climbs the ropes and raises his hand in the air so they look like #1.
Tom Davis: Next.....hailing from North West USA ...weighing in at 125 pds....Zack Maquerno.
"Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach plays. Zack comes out in a chicken outfit, clucking loudly, and he flaps his wings while running toward the ring.
Vince Walters: Wait a second. Why does Zack have a chicken outfit on.
Jill Matthews: Maybe hes afraid to be in this match, and this is his way of expressing his feelings.
Tom Davis: Our last contestant....hailing from The Wastlelands....weighing in at 215 pds....Jonathan Saint Blaze.
Johnathan comes out in fat suit and has two crackwhores dancing on each side of him as "Somebody Call My Momma" plays, and they dance to the ring.
Vince Walters: What the hell is going on here in this match? We have a fat guy and a chicken in this battle royal.
Jil Matthews: I think it's hard for Dixie, Jada, and Aiden to be serious right now, and maybe that’s the plan that Zack and Jonathan have in mind.
Bell rings...Ding...ding...ding
Vince Walters: We're under way and the fat guy and the chicken have begun to team up on "The Natrual" Aiden Vaughn. Meanwhile, Jada And Dixie go to work on each other, and man that is really turning me on. You know I love girl-on-girl action.
Jill Matthews: Must you be a pig every week we are out here? I mean, we already have a chicken and a fat guy in the ring , so we don’t need a pig like you either.
Vince Walters: Just remember that good things come from pigs, bitch. You know, like bacon and sausage, and I know you love sausage.
Jill Matthews: Fuck off! It looks like the fat guy Johnathan Blaze is in trouble as Aiden Vaughn has just lifted him out of the ring.
Jonathan Blaze has been eliminated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vince Walters: Zack was trying to help against Aiden Vaughn, but that chicken suit is so big that Aiden couldn't feel the punches.
Jill Matthews: Well the two crackwhores seem to be babbling incoherently at Jonathan Blaze. I wonder what they are saying to him?
Vince Walters: They are asking for the rest of the money he owes them.
Jill Matthews: Of course you would understand what a crack whore is saying. That is disgusting.
Vince Walters: Jill, baby, I loves my women.
Jill: EWWWWW!!!
Vince Walters: Dixie Clement has Dark Angel in the corner, and I'm so jealous. They begin to exchange blows back and forth, and Dark Angel delivers an Enzugiri to Dixie, and Dixie goes down. Aiden Vaughn now executes an Irish whip on Zack, and he slams right into Dark Angel causing Zack to flop out of the ring as Dark Angel is holding onto the ropes trying to pull herself back into the ring
Vince Walters: Aiden Vaughn kicks her in the head and she lets go and falls to the floor.
Zack Marquerno and Jada Williams have been eliminated!!!!!!!!!!!
Vince Walters: Aiden you bastard! You knocked one of my girls out the ring. No more girl-on-girl action, damn you!
Jill Matthews: Get a grip on yourself like you always do Vince and call the fucking match!
Vince Walters: Dixie Clement is up, and she delivers a reverse ddt backbreaker. The Natural is stunned on the canvas.
Jill Matthews: Dixie has to find a way to get Aiden out of the ring if she wants to win. It's only a matter of time before Aiden gets up, and he has eliminated everyone else in this match.
Vince Walters: Dixie drops an elbow on Vaughn, and, as she gets up, Aiden grabs her leg. Dixie kicks him in the face with her other leg . Aiden jumps up, and Dixie runs to the ropes with Aiden close behind . Dixie drops down to the canvas pulling the top rope down as Vaughn leaves his feet and goes flying out of the ring.
Aiden Vaughn has been eliminated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jill Matthews: Quick thinking by Dixie Clements, and a rookie mistake by Vaughn that cost him the match.
Tom Davis: The winner and #1 contender for the NEW Youngblood Title ….The 3 Count Cowgirl ….Dixie Clement!
"Hardcore Country" by Mickie James plays as Dixie celebrates in the ring. YB TITLE SHOT BATTLE ROYALType1 vs 1 vs 1 vs 1 vs 1Length6 min.WinnerShow Dixie ClementLoserShow "The Natural" Aiden VaughnOutcomeShow Throw OpponentRating32%Crowd Reaction49%Overall Rating41%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Standing in front of the mirror admiring his new, look Hunter Valentyne is seen for the first time. The fans boo at the image on the screen as he adjusts the fit of his new ring jacket. It is gold and sliver with green writing on the back of it. The hated man smiles as he runs his fingers though his short blond hair. As the peace is enjoyed, an interruption ruins the whole thing. It is his new tag team partner Ray Andrews, and he does not appear to be happy with the way things have gone over the last week.
Hunter Valentyne smiles at Andrews with that unnerving grin of his. Andrew storms to the middle of the room and punches the table holding Hunter’s coffee. This is the first thing that has broken his calm as Hunter’s coffee is the only thing in life he truly cherishes. The man faces Andrews with a look of anger on his face until the serenity returns.
Hunter: Ray, you can bitch and moan all you want to. You can curse Jesse’s name and curse mine if that is what you want to do. This is our lot in life, and it is for the best to make whatever we can out of this situation. There is nothing wrong with taking the tag team titles from Irrelevant.
KOP: The tag titles are currently held by 8 Bit. That would be Al Envy and Inkt in case you did not watch the show. They defeated the untalented Unstable of Nocturnal and Seth Iser last week.
Hunter: I am a student of the game, Ray. I know exactly who holds the tag team titles belts. Seriously, is there anyone less relevant than Al Envy and Inkt? I was only trying to help them out with a name for their busted ass tag team that was more accurate.
KOP: Hunter, what is the deal with the ring jacket? It looks more like a robe because of how long it is.
Hunter: Well, if that asshole is going to force us to be a tag team, I figured we might as well look the part. So I had special ring jackets made for us, so we at least look like a tag team even if we cannot stand each other.
KOP: Where is mine, bitch?
Hunter: It is in that box over there. Let me grab it and see if it fits you.
The evil-hearted man walks to the other side of the room where the box is located. He does not make it far as Ray Andrews was accidentally standing on the back of the ring coat, and Hunter takes a tumble to the floor. He looks irritated as KOP laughs at him.
Hunter: Get off my coat tails bitch! We all know that all you are here to do is ride my coat tails and try to become important to the world.
KOP: FUCK YOU HUNTER!
Hunter walks back to the box in the middle of the room to remove a black hat and a black hat. He hands it to Ray Andrews who is a bit confused.
KOP: What the hell is this shit?
Hunter: Well, I figure if you are Jesse’s new chauffeur you might as well look the part. The hat is a nice touch, don’t you think? See, now you are the prefect representation of the mouthy and cocky black chauffeur.
KOP: Hunter, I am going to fuck you up!
Ray Andrews leaps at Hunter as Hunter turns his back. Ray lands on the back of Hunter with a choke hold on his neck. It is pissing off Andrews that Hunter is laughing his ass off. He affixes the hold deeper as Hunter continues to laugh.
KOP: What the fuck is so funny asshole? You are going to be out cold in a minute.
Hunter: Ray, do you realize what is going on right now?
KOP: Yeah! I am choking you out!
Hunter: No, jackass I am carrying you.
KOP: OH fuck you Hunter!
Andrews drops off of Hunter in a huff. Hunter is lying on the ground laughing so hard he cannot even breathe. His face is turning red as KOP is getting more pissed off by the moment. Hunter stands to his feet, and the laughter is gone. He is about to make a serious point to Ray.
Hunter: Do you see how fucking retarded that shit sounds? I mean it is the same old and tired bullshit over and over from you. OH Johnny carried him…Oh Johnny rode his coattails. You sound like a worn out rendition of your favorite song. If you want to step the fuck up you have to do better than that.
KOP: What the fuck are you talking about?
Hunter: Let me tell you something. You talk about me riding Johnny’s coattails, or Johnny was better. The fact of the matter is that he was jobbing out to Cera Jannson when we started teaming. He only got on the roll when Domestik Disturbance was formed. Hell, he left the company for a short time. Now, notice, I am not saying I carried him either. Any good team works together in perfect harmony. There can be nothing good to come of this if one of us thinks we are carrying the other. How good was Slated for Goodness?
KOP: It sucked worse than a Nocturnal title run. So, what exactly are you saying here? That we should work together?
Hunter: I don’t like you, and you don’t like me, and we can use that. As long as we use that hatred on our opponents rather than ourselves. If one person thinks he is bigger than the team then it will never work. Have you ever wondered why everyone wants a title shot at the X Core title?
KOP: That is an easy one. It is because I have made the title mean something.
Hunter: Wrong! They all want a title shot because people in the wrestling world do not want to work for anything because they suck. They all want a shot at your strap because they think you are an easy mark and right now you are.
KOP: Fuck you Hunter!
Hunter: That retort is as creative and bland as your shitty ass promos. The problem is you do not put anything into shit anymore. Yeah you can beat the other jobbers around here, but if your ass wants to step up as you told Nalia you did then you need to seriously step the fuck up. You want the World Title? Bitch you gotta earn it. And by saying the same old tired shit you will get stomped into the ground like your name was Colt.
KOP: So you are trying to tell me I have to step my game up? I am the one carrying a title, and where is yours?
Hunter: It amazes me you are proud of being a third tier champion. Do you know what Jesse is saying to you? He is saying that you are not even worthy of being in the middle of the card. He is saying that all you are is the best curtain jerker he has. Note, he still thinks you are a curtain jerker. I would not take that hunk of shit on your shoulder if you gave it to me because it is beneath me same as you are.
KOP: So you are telling me that I am beneath you? You are trying to tell me if Jesse gave you an X Core Title shot you would say no? Hunter, you are so full of shit.
Hunter: First of all you are with me for one reason and one reason only. You are not with me because Jesse thinks you are worthy of teaming with me. You are teaming with me because Jesse knows I hate your ass, and it will piss me off. He wants me to take down his enemies, and the only way to do that is to piss me off. This has absolutely zero to do with you.
KOP: He thinks I am not worthy of teaming with you?
Hunter: Nobody with a brain does. I am a soon-to-be Hall of Famer. I am soon to kick the shit out of Nocturnal for the World Title. Let me tell you something Ray. This is your fucking chance to change perception. Right now people are not afraid of KOP. They think you are some bottom of the card guy who Jesse felt sorry for and handed a world title shot. When people mention the top guys, who do they mention? Nocturnal? Al Envy? Roger Wright? Me? How long does the list go on before they bring your jobber ass up?
KOP: It is about earning that spot.
Hunter: I am giving you the chance to step it up, bitch. I am giving you the chance to change your destiny. I am giving you the chance to prove to the world you are not a jobber for life. Hell, Jesse doesn’t think you are talented. Why did you not get a shot at the TA title? When was your last main event? With X? You keep saying you want another shot, but until you get rid of this perception you are a mid card guy, you wont get one. I am not a mid card guy. Hell, I brought Johnny to the top, and you are at the same place he was when we started Domestik Disturbance.
KOP: Hunter, you are such an asshole.
Hunter: Why do I bother wasting my fucking breath on you? You are too fucking stupid to realize this is a chance to change shit. Be a bitch for all I care. You ring jacket is in the closet to the right.
KOP thinks long and hard about the hard shit Hunter just said. He walks into the closet and Hunter returns back to the room at the perfect time with the last word.
Hunter: HA! I knew your bitch ass was in the closet!!!! TEAM WORKTypeTwo man segmentLength6 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating61%Crowd Reaction61%Overall Rating61%VS
As we come back from commercial break Chris Gibson has made his way to the ring acting rather cocky and unadult like as he stands in the ring blowing bubble gum out of his mouth and glaring down at Jill Mathews asking if he can feel her boobs.
Jill Mathews: Jerk....
Vince Walters: HEY BUDDY! If I can't feel them you sure as hell can't.
Jill Mathews: That's right.!
Vince Walters: Kids today I tell you one moment they show up all ready to fight the next moment they show up acting like major ass clowns.
Gibson literally pulls his pants down and moons Vince Walters.
Jill Mathews: Wow that was something I so didn't need to see.
Vince Walters: Okay buddy you and me right now that's it!
Suddenly Devin Stones music hits and out he and Riley Williams walk down the isle way hand and hand. Gibson quickly pulls his pants up and turns his attention to Riley and Devin with a cocky smile on his face as Devin and Riley enter the ring. Chris tries to reach out and grab one of Riley's boobs but Devin punches him right between his eyes and Gibson drops to his ass almost like he's crying.
DING!!!
Jill Mathews: You know I never thought I would say this but thank god for Devin Stone.
Vince Walters: I refuse to say that!
Jill Mathews: Aw someone get Gibson a bottle he's crying the poor baby.
Vince Walters: What has happend to Gibson? Last week he fought Stone like a man and lost this week he's like a little girl fighting Stone and right now getting the crap kicked out of him.
Jill Mathews: I dunno maybe he tried to get some ass and got rejected.
Vince Walters: I know how that feels.
Jill Mathews: Devin Stone now has Gibson to his feet who is literally pleading with Stone not to hurt him.
Stone slaps Gibson across his face multiple times then knee's him in the gut and gut wrench suplexes Gibson to the mat. Devin Stone now taunts some of the Chicago fans letting them all know how he is the best and how he is the Legend. The fan's boo him loudly in fact a fan actually threw a chair from the stands that almost made it into the ring. Stone steps out onto the apron yelling for security to have that person removed and security flips Devin Stone off!!! Riley is now screaming at security and there laughing at her. Stone gets suddenly pulled into the ring by Chris Gibson and GIBSON STEPS ON STONES FOOT!!! THE BIG FOOT STOMP!! Stone looks up at Gibson with one of those what the hell type of looks. Gibson now tries to cover up to late! Stone drills Gibson with a big boot to his face and Gibson is down and hurt!!! Stone gets a good laugh out of this as he now puts his boot over the chest of Gibson for the pin. The ref counts ONE....TWO...NO! Stone removes his boot breaking the count up saying not just yet. Stone stands the out on his feet Gibson up and "WELCOME TO MY WORLD"!!! Heart punch Gibson goes down holding his heart looking like he can't breathe right and now Stone makes the pin.
ONE.....
TWO....
THREE!!!
DING!!
DING!!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner DEVIN STONE!!!!
Jill Mathews: Well that was fast.
Vince Walters: Well Stone had to make it fast his pacemaker can only keep him going in the ring so long.
Jill Mathews: Now what's Stone doing?
Vince Walters: Oh joy he's grabbing a microphone someone get me some ear plugs.
Devin Stone: You see what I just did? I just destroyed Chris Gibson again showing the world once more why I AM A LEGEND! Now the big pusses in the back that don't wanna face me have to take notice. People like you Nocturnal, people like you TRIPLE X, people like you AL Envy and people like you Johnny Stylez! I am the Legend Devin Stone and no one can beat me! No one can stand toe to toe with me end of story.
"Hey Stone"
Jill Mathews: Oh my it's the boss man on the Edgetron.
Vince Walters: Hi yah boss!
Jill Mathews: He can't hear you stupid.
Devin Stone: Oh look its baldy locks what do I owe the pleasure.
Jesse Styles: Stone first of all shut your damned mouth. Secondly you address me as Jesse or sir not baldy locks that is if you wanna keep your job.
Devin Stone: Okay Jesse get to the point.
Jesse Styles: You run that mouth of yours week after week and congrats you beat a shitty wrestler two weeks in a row in Chris Gibson who by the way IS FIRED!
Vince Walters: OH thank the lord Gibson is gone happy day!
Jesse Styles: So you think that you are a legend right?
Devin Stone: You damn right.
Jesse Styles: Well newsflash asshole you haven't been fucking relevant since 2010!
Devin Stone: Now Jesse you know that's not true!
Jill Mathews: Look at the look in the bosses eyes he just looks evil.
Vince Walters: I love it.
Jesse Styles: Oh it's very true Devin but I'll tell you what you wanna prove your a legend next week I have an opponent for you and if you can beat this opponent not only will you possibly prove you are atleast relevant but I will give you a damned world title shot.
Jill Mathews: WHAT!
Vince Walters: God I hope Jesse has a good opponent for Devin I do not wanna see the Big Nasty in a main event match.
Devin Stone: Who's the opponent Triple X? Because, if so bring him on I can take his bald ass.
Jesse Styles: You're opponent is no one on the roster currently well that's not true I just signed him back and actually your opponent next week is well I will allow him to introduce him self but be warned Devin this man will rip you limb from limb.
Devin Stone: I don't care who it is I am Devin Stone a legend I accept!
Jesse Styles: Your funeral.
The Edgetron cuts out.
Suddenly 4th Crusade by Bolt Thrower cranks up over the speakers and the fans rise to there feet knowing who's music this is. Out from the curtains steps SPAZ!!! He's in his normal weird type of spadex outfit and is holding a white sign in his hands but has yet to hold it up. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp spitting out a large chunk of tobbaco onto the ramp and smiling. Devin Stone is laughing very hard in the ring after seeing Spaz.
Devin Stone: Really? You're my opponent next week is this like Christmas come early?
Spaz then holds the sign up and it reads "HEY STUPID look behind you!!!"
Jill Mathews: MY GOD IT'S HAZARD!!!!!!!
Vince Walters: OH DEAR LORD THE MONSTER IS BACK!!!
Devin turns around and looks up seeing Hazard standing there with his arms folded no smile, no emotion just nothing on his face. Devin takes a big gulp and swings at Hazard but the punch to the chest of Hazard has no effect. Hazard now grabs a hold of Devin Stone head butting him multiple times and now blood is running down the nose of Devin Stone possible broken nose already. Hazard now grabs Devin by his throat with that massive claw of his. Riley Devins girlfriend quickly runs in and HAZARD GRABS HER BY THE THROAT with his other hand!! Hazard let's Stone go causing Stone to fall to the ground.
Jill Mathews: OH NO don't do it Hazard not to her!
Vince Walters: OH this is going to get ugly.
HAZARD CHOKE SLAMS RILEY OVER THE TOP ROPE DOWN TO THE OUTSIDE MAT!!!! Riley lays there motionless as Spaz quickly runs up to her and pulls out his johnson pissing all over her body almost like he's performing some type of last right ritual as he pisses. Stone with blood running down his nose leans against the corner looking up at Hazard. Hazard then mouths the words "See you next week".
With that we cut to a commercial break as Hazard and Spaz walk up the ramp way.
GIBSON VS STONE *REMATCH*Type1 vs 1Length6 min.WinnerShow Devin StoneLoserShow Chris GibsonOutcomeShow PinfallRating78%Crowd Reaction93%Overall Rating85%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Chef Roberto walks backstage clutching his frying pan, which is still covered in REDRUM’s blood. Brandy Boss creeps up on him with a microphone and taps him on his shoulder. Chef Roberto swings the pan round and stops inches short of hitting her.
Brandy Boss: Noo… it’s me Chef Roberto!
Chef Roberto: You idiota! You sneak up on me while I am hunting the Kief! I always get my catch. Like time I hunted Great Auk and served it with green chilli sauce. Fanny Craddock was most impressed.
Brandy Boss: Aren’t they excint!
Chef Roberto: Exactly! They were after I finished!
Brandy Boss: Valora says you made the world championship worthless?
Chef Roberto: I defeated Evander Cage, Judas Dathan and Nocturnal for belt. All in one night and the puttana says I make belt worthless? Che cazzo? I mean che cazzo, che cazzo?
Brandy Boss stares at Chef Roberto blankly.
Chef Roberto: It means what the fuck you puttana stupida!
Brandy Boss: What did you just call me?
Chef Roberto: It does not matter. NEW is dead, people should live there lives, she should go home, be good Mexican housewife and cook spicy burrito. Instead of wasting valuable time on these stupida tribute shows. I am the last world champion. Today I make defence against longest PCW champion in REDRUM, making me campione dei campioni. She is not worthy of me. All she deserves is fanny on a plate.
Brandy Boss: But Chef…
Chef Roberto: Do not interrupt the longest reigning NEW World Champion before I cook you and make you extinct
Brandy Boss: But…
Chef Roberto: Enough! I have important date with Deliah. I shall hunt the Kief later.
Chef Roberto marches to the tune of his humming leaving Brandy Boss unable to finish her sentence.
Chef Roberto: La la la, io sono il più grande, tutti gli altri succhia cazzo di bufala. La la la, Valora ha granchi, sono ancora il più grande. La la la, io sono il più grande, tutti gli altri succhia cazzo di bufala. CHEF ROBERTO RESPONDS TO PUTTANA VALORATypeOne man segmentLength6 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating94%Crowd Reaction100%Overall Rating97%VS
BRING ME TO LIFE!!!!^^^^^^^^
Scarlets entrance theme continues to play as she makes her way down to the ring throwing her arms up in the air getting a huge reaction from the Chicago fans. She then stretches a little and takes off her blue SKO robe waiting for her opponent now.
Jill Mathews: Poor Scarlet what must be going through her mind.
Vince Walters: Huh? Jesse didn't mean to hype kick her so she needs to get over it.
Jill Mathews: He didn't? Even he said maybe he did maybe he didn't.
Vince Walters: He's a man of mystery.
Jill Mathews: Yeah, okay.
"The Servant" Plays over the speakers.
Smoke rising through the steel grates as a spot light shines upon the stage, looking for Renegade. Lights fading to a deep blue, giving an eerie look against the smoke. The beat from the cells filtering throughout the arena, the slow melody adding to the anticipation. Movement as a figure is now seen hidden behind the cover of smoke. Lights now flashing as the smoke begins to slightly fade as Renegade finally moves forward, revealing himself to the crowd. He would proceed down the ramp as the lights came back on, now being fully visible. He kept his head down as he walked towards the ring, concentrating on the lyrics of his music, staying as focused as he could. Approaching the ring arpon, he would turn one hundred and eighty degrees, facing the entrance. Raising his head he would nod at the entrance, turning back, he'd pull himself onto the apron. Wiping his feet in the mat, he'd enter the ring through the top and middle rope.
Vince Walters: Here is a man who has come so close to winning the Xcore title on two diffrent occasions and is now just plain mad that Ryan Omega is trying to step in front of him for the next spot.
Jill Mathews: Well he had two shots but they where such great matches.
Vince Walters: So what exactly are you saying?
Jill Mathews: That I don't see why not let him have one more shot.
Vince Walters: Well right now he needs to worry about Scarlet because it's time for the bell.
DING!!!
Jill Mathews: Scarlet is glaring a hole through Renegade man alive if looks could kill I bet you she's picturing Aurora Deadwood or her husband right now.
Vince Walters: Well she best stay focused because Renegade is moving in on her.
Jill Mathews: Big right hand from Renegade and look at Scarlet smile at him she's yelling at him to do it again. What in the world is going on with her?
Vince Walters: Woman's fury duh.
Jill Mathews: Looks like Renegade is going to do as she asks because wham another big right hand and oh Scarlet with the counter with a hard stiff kick right to the gut of Renegade. Scarlet looks ready now to do something and she hits a swinging neck breaker taking Renegade down.
Vince Walters: Renegade is down but hes slowly getting to his feet that guy is tough and look at Scarlet stomping on him as he gets to his feet she's vicious tonight.
Jill Mathews: Oh my Renegade with a haymaker! That has Scarlet off her feet what a strike that was and now Renegade sling shots off the ropes flip splash no!! Scarlet got her knee's up so that was a no go for Renegade.
Vince Walters: He went for a risk there that did not pay off.
Jill Mathews: Wow so informative Vince.
Vince Walters: Jill show me your boobs.
Jill Mathews: Okay.
Vince Walters: Really!!!?
Jill Mathews: NOT!
Vince Walters: Bitch.
Jill Mathews: You know it baby and now we got Renegade and Scarlet both up to there feet slugging it out nether is moving a muslce what's going to happen here?
Scarlet backs up a few steps and Renegade drops her with his PEARLY WHITE! !!! He rolls her up into a quick pin attempt but Scarlet kicks out at TWO! Renegade brings Scarlet to her feet and fall away slam dropping Scarlet on her back. Renegade now in firm control as he plots his next move and hears the Scarlet chants breaking out. Renegade still has a look of shock on his face that Scarlet kicked out that big move but now brings her up to her feet and looks like a belly to belly suplex coming up but NO Scarlet head butts him multiple times causing him to release his grip SKO!!!!!NO!!!!NO!!! Renegade ducked it and now he drops Scarlet with a belly to belly suplex!! Renegade makes the pin again but again Scarlet kicks out at TWO! Renegade smacks the mat and gets to his feet running off the ropes rolling thunder type splash!!!!NO!!! Scarlet gets her knee's up again and now she NIPS UP TO HER FEET!!! The fans go wild as she goes to bulldog Renegade but Renegade shoves her off him and Scarlet flys into the ref against the corner turnbuckle post!!! The ref is down and Scarlet is down.
Renegade brings Scarlet to her feet and even slaps the ref around to get him slowly moving. Renegade goes for a spinning elbow now but Scarlet ducks it and as he turns around SUPER KICK!!! Down goes Renegade!!!
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Vince Walters: That was alot like Jesse's hype kick.
Jill Mathews: Well Jesse did kinda teach her alot of stuff he is her husband.
Vince Walters: Is you see is not was.
Jill Mathews: I meant for now and WAIT LOOK!
AURORA DEADWOOD is up on the ring apron with a bottle of jack dainels!!!! SMASH!!!! She smashes it over the head of Scarlet and Scarlet is out on the mat!!! The ref didn't see it because he was still trying to get him self together. Aurora steps down off the apron and stands at ringside with a smile on her face yelling "Have a drink on me!" Renegade comes to his feet and see's Scarlet down he looks confused then see's Aurora Deadwood and gets an evil look across his face. He pulls Scarlet to her feet once more and drops the bloody Scarlet with his PEARLY WHITE AGAIN!!! The COVER!!!!
ONE....
TWO...
THREE!!
DING!!
DING!!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner RENEGADE!!!
Jill Mathews: Oh my Aurora is pushing it I'm telling you Scarlet might literally kill her once she gets her sinces about her.
Vince Walters: Aurora doesn't seem to fear Scarlet and look she's getting into the ring now.
Jill Mathews: Oh boy Aurora has more plans for Scarlet I think but wait look Renegade is standing behind Aurora with a pissed off look on his face!
PEARLY WHITE TO AURORA!!!
Jill Mathews: I think Renegade is tired of people getting in his business and he just sent Aurora a message with that.
Vince Walters: Quite the message and now Renegade is leaving the ring the winner.
Jill Mathews: OH look here comes Al Envy he has a towel in his hand and is helping Scarlet to her feet giving her the towel to whipe the blood from her forehead.
Vince Walters: Now he's helping her out of the ring? Uh-oh I smell trouble.
Jill Mathews: He's just her friend Vince!
Vince Walters: I don't think Jesse will see it like that.
Jill Mathews: I doubt Jesse cares at this point.
Vince Walters: Will see...
SCARLET VS RENEGADEType1 vs 1Length8 min.WinnerShow RenegadeLoserShow Scarlet OutcomeShow PinfallRating27%Crowd Reaction35%Overall Rating31%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
We see Deathstroke and Brian Hart walking backstage as Tori Notorious is leaned against the wall with the Youngblood title around her waist, waiting patiently as her match is about to start. Tori notices Stroke and Hart heading her way as she steps away from the wall.
"Hey Stroke!."
Stroke looks at Tori
"Hey Tor, needing something?"
Tori quizzically asked the question in her head.
"As a matter of fact, I do need something. A huge favor."
Stoke and Hart look down are Tori as she cocks her head.
"Earlier this week my locker room was trashed, I went to Inkt about getting me some security, I haven't seen it yet."
Stroke and Hart smiled sadisticly and looked at eachother then back at Tori.
"You two look like you fit the bill of what I am looking, a pair of bodyguards."
Stroke nods to Brian, then to Tori.
"We'll think about it, and I know there is no doubt we fit the bill for that because we are The Lethal Weapons."
"Good, glad to know. But can you all help me out?"
"Give us a little bit and we'll get back to you on it."
Stroke and Hart walk off as Tori starts her prematch warmup stretches. ENCOUNTERTypeOne man segmentLength4 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating52%Crowd Reaction61%Overall Rating56%VS
Tom Davis: The following contest is for the NEW Youngblood Championship!
Introducing first ....hailing from Dallas, Texas....weighing in at 130 pds.....The Reigning NEW Youngblood Champion ....Tori Notorious!!!!!
The lights go out as we hear “The Diary of Jane” by Breaking Benjamin plays, and Tori appears on the ramp as the lights dim. Red and black strobe lights flash as she makes her way down the ramp with the NEW Youngblood title around her waist.
Now the Challenger ....“Coming down to the ring hailing from Saginaw, MI. Weighing in tonight at 225lbs…..KODY KODIAK GORDERT!”
Kody high fives couple of female fans as he walks down the ramp. He slides under the bottom rope to get into the ring and stands in his corner waiting for the bell to ring.
[Bell Rings..Ding..Ding..Ding]
Vince Walters: Here we go and Tori Notorious is wasting not time in her kick boxing stance and delivering side kicks to the legs of Kody Gordert trying to drop the bigger opponent.
Jill Matthews: You ca see Kody wince a bit as he tries to get closer to Tori.
Vince Walters: Only I can get close to her Jill.
Jill Matthews: Shut up!
Vince Walters: Tori has Kody backed in to a corner with those vicious kicks and now Kody lunges toward Tori and tackles her. He is on top of her and he is dropping a series of fist to the head.
Jill Matthews: Talk about “Fist of Fury,” Kody is in a rage.
Vince Walters: Tori is trying to cover up from the assault. Tori rolls over and Kody still assaulting her. She tries to grab the ropes, but Kody pulls her back. Out of desperation Tori twist and delivers a kick to Gorderts face and she breaks free and rolls out of the ring .
Jill Matthews: Tori is trying to recover from that assault but she better hurry because Kody has shaken off that kick.
Vince Walters: Tori has something in her hands Jill and not my you know whats.
Jill Matthew: Kody has com to the outside of the ring and now he is stalking Tori as she is laying there.
Vince Walters: Kody goes to grabs her and WHAM! Brass knuckles, brass knuckles! Tori slides the brass knuckles under the ring before the ref can see them . Kody is down on the outside of the ring. How can Tori get Gordert into the ring?
Jill Matthews: Well she has a reputation of sometimes being dirty fighter and doing whatever it takes to win, but having Gordert down outside of the ring does her no good.
Vince Walters: Tori tries to lift Kody up and she has his head on the apron. She punches him a few more times to stop some of his stirring.
Jill Matthews: there is a woman screaming at Tori in the front row and I think that’s Brit who is the girlfriend of Kody Gordert. She keeps pointing toward the bottom of the ring and making a motion like she is putting on bras knuckles to the referee.
Vince Walters: OMG! Tori has just gone over and delivered a forearm smash to Brit. Tori will hear about assaulting the fans from the boss. She has a sadistic looking grin on her face but she better watch out. Kody is awake and he delivers a Double Axe Hammer to the neck of Tori Notorious. Meanwhile NEW Medical staff are tending to Brit.
Jill Matthews: She will probably have a bruised nose from that shot she took. Kody looking over and Brit waves for him to focus on Tori. Kody definitely not a happy man. There is no love lost between these two wrestlers.
Vince Walters: Kody whips Tori into the ring post , Now he picks her up and he executes a Fireman's carry takeover on the steel stairs and Tori in in pain. Gordert waste no time as he now lifts up Tori and rolls her into the ring.
Jill Matthews: Kody is on fire out there.
Vince Walters: Kody into the ring and now Tori tries to crawl away to recover but Kody is too fast and now he is mud-hole stomping Tori . Oh My he now has her in the Ankle Lock and Tori is grimacing in pain and she is trying to hold on reaching for the ropes and she grabs the bottom rope before Kody can pull her away and has to break the hold.
Vince Walters: The damage to Tori's ankle has been done Jill. Kody is showing you why they nicknamed him Kodiak. Kodiak on the assault again with a knee drop. He now bring Tori to her feet and sets up to deliver a sidewalk slam.
Jill Matthews: Its over Vince , that's it. Wait why isn't Kody going for the pin?
Vince Walters: Kodiak to the top turnbuckle and I think he's ….......yes he delivered the Kodiak Plunge: 450 Degree Splash. Now he covers and the referee counts 1...2...3!
Tom Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of this match and new NEW Youngblood Champion KODY “KODIAK” GORDERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vince Walter: Wow a new champion and now Brit comes into the ring to hug Kody and man I wish she was hugging me.
Jill Matthews: Wait they are both talking and laughing and now Brit climbs under the ring and she holds it to the ref to say hey you missed this. She tosses it to Kody and points to Tori.
Vince Walters: I think she want Kody to hit Tori with it. He's smiling and hands his belt to Brit and now he's putting the brass knuckles on ….........["Superbeast" by Rob Zombie plays].
Vince Walters: That music is none other than LETHAL WEAPONS! Here come Deathstroke and Brian Hart to the rescue of Tori Notorious.
Jill Matthews: Kody and Brit quickly exit the ring as they don't want anything to do with these two guys.
Vince Walters: Deathstroke has a few choice words as Kody and Brit leave with the Youngblood Title. Brian Hart helps Tori up and they check on her. Deathstroke grabs a microphone.
Deathstroke: All of you fuckers listen up right motherfucking now! Tori Notorious in under the protection of the Lethal Weapons. You fuck with her means your fucking with us, and that can be bad for your health bitches.
Lethal weapons helps Tori out of the ring and to the back.YB TITLE MATCH!Type1 vs 1Length7 min.WinnerShow Kody GordertLoserShow Tori NotoriousOutcomeShow PinfallRating37%Crowd Reaction62%Overall Rating49%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Darla Knight watches as Emily Koresh showers in the Women's locker room. Koresh has no match this evening at Ignite 24. The woman must have been here to give support or, for all Darla knows, aggravation to her brother, the current World Champion. Not that the man requires either. But she's here, and she's showering, with the stall wide open and Darla stationed around the corner. Darla's heart flutters as she observes the suppleness of Koresh's ass, and flutters even more as she counts the bruises on the woman's body. Koresh is a fighter, and Darla loves a fighter.
Emily Koresh rinses the shampoo from her hair, and turns around. Darla stands there, watching her, from just a few feet away. She's directly in front of the woman. Koresh opens her eyes, freezes for a moment, then reaches behind her and turns off the water. Slowly, she takes a defensive stance, balling her fists and showing eyes that dare Darla to step closer.
Koresh: "Just what the fuck are you doing here?"
Darla Knight licks her lips a little. She's nervous, for perhaps the first time in her life. Her eyes trail up and down Koresh'd nude body.
Darla: "I needed to see you."
Koresh: "For what?"
Darla: "I...I think I love you, Emily Koresh."
Koresh eyes Darla suspiciously, grabbing a towel and drying off without taking her eyes from her unwelcome visitor. She finishes up, drops the towel and proceeds to get dressed.
Koresh: "Get lost, bitch. I don't know what sick shit this is about, but just move your ass out of here if you know what's good for you."
Darla: "I...I won't be denied this. I want you! I can give you anything! I even have a sex slave. Dark Angel. I mean, she's kind of a slave, now. She started fighting back, but we could still---"
Koresh moves past Darla roughly. Darla's back hits a row of lockers. Her face turns to a scowl of anger and lust and hatred. Koresh turns around before exiting the locker room.
Koresh: "Listen, bitch. You beat me in that ring when we first met. Fine. I'm a big girl. I can brush it off. Doesn't mean it will happen again."
Darla: "I don't care about that! I told you I fucking want you! I want your ass in my face!"
Koresh: "You're pathetic." She scoffs and turns to go.
Darla: "NOBODY CALLS ME PATHETIC!!"
Darla charges Koresh and nearly hits the woman with a lariat before Koresh turns and ducks quickly, bringing up a knee and then watching Knight get nailed in the gut by it and flipping over onto the floor. Koresh steps over her and starts up the hall, but Darla growls and leaps to her feet, and grabbing Emily by the shoulder. She spins the woman around and takes her face in her hands, running her tongue over Koresh's lips, up her nose, and finally her forehead in one fluid motion before Koresh can react. Koresh then does react by backing up and dropkicking Darla in the face. Darla stands up after a few moments, as Koresh abandons any plans of leaving and waits for Knight's next advance.
Darla gets to her feet, a tad wobbly, and wipes a smear of blood off her face. Koresh's dropkick busted her lip wide open. She smiles through reddened teeth.
Darla: "MORE! MORE, BABY!"
Koresh shakes her head in disgust as Darla starts toward her. Koresh turns and walks briskly up the corridor, not paying attention where she's going, but just wanting to get the hell away from this stupid, masochistic bitch. Darla follows fervently, and Koresh picks up the pace to the point where it's a chase. They pass security people and other backstage workers until Koresh finally makes it to the Entrance ramp that leads out into the arena. To the ring.
The event is between matches, and the crowd, getting up and sitting down as they head for the concessions or to grab a quick piss break, suddenly turn their attention to the two women, one ten feet ahead of the other.
Koresh shoots Darla several snarly-faced looks as Knight persues her unrequited love with eyes that notice nothing else. Darla is turned on, now; Not just from the sight of Koresh's perfect body, but from the taste of an ass-whooping she started to receive. It was the way she'd felt when they first encountered one another.
Koresh finally rolls into the ring and stands up, now giving Darla a "Come on" gesture with both hands. Koresh stalks over and snatches the mic up off the corner of the apron.
Koresh: "All right, Knight. If you want an ass-kicking this badly, then I'll give you one. I can use the excercise."
Darla rolls into the ring and lays there, waiting. Koresh is a bit surprised at this for a second, then drops a leg across Knight's tits. Darla groans in pleasure, and motions for more. Koresh begins stomping the woman, nailing her chin and her forehead. Darla gets pummeled. Emily goes off the ropes and is about to come down with a senton. She rolls and goes up to come back down on top of Darla. When she lands with a thud, Darla wraps her arms around her and holds on for dear life. Koresh begins fighting with her fists, slamming Darla in the head and in the ribs over and over, enraged at this entrapment. But Darla continues to hold on, all the while kissing and licking at Koresh's face and neck. A few security guys enter the ring as the two women begin to roll around all over the place, Koresh struggling and Darla molesting. The crowd of several thousand are on their feet in curiosity. The men let out whistles and cheers.
Finally, Koresh gets free and rolls backward, then gets to her feet. Darla Knight gets to her feet as well, and heads toward Koresh. Koresh gets into that defensive stance again, and for a few moments, time freezes as the two women look at each other, their clothes torn and their breasts heaving with hard breath.
Then, the unexpected happens. Emily Koresh charges Darla, and Darla closes her eyes and waits for the oncoming attack that she'll enjoy. But Emily Koresh stops in front of her, wraps her arms around her neck, and kisses her deeply and passionately.
The crowd is entertained thoroughly by the hot spectacle as the two women go down to the mat, kissing and feeling each other up, until the show is about to start again, and the Security people finally stop gawking themselves and break the two of them up. It takes seven large men to do this, as the women don't wish to be disconnected.
They exit the ring together, and walk arm in arm up the ramp, as a perplexed Tom Davis takes to the ring to prepare to announce the scheduled Ryan Omega/Colt match.
2 PSYCHO CHICKS, 1 RINGTypeTwo man segmentLength8 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating43%Crowd Reaction52%Overall Rating48%VS
Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first hailing from Detroit, Michigan. RRYYAANN OOMMEEGGAA
Sail" – AWOLNATION plays as 2012 Ryan Omega comes out to a respectful reaction. He climbs into the ring and waits for his opponent.
Jill Matthews: This is a well traveled young man who I say will have a great future here in NEW. However he does have a tall task at hand tonight against Colt, a man that came ever so close to becoming the World Heavyweight Champion at Tension in Texas.
Vince Walters: And a man who doesn’t want to admit defeat to Nocturnal. Colt the better man won just live with it ya know.
Jill Matthews: Colt needs a great victory here to keep that momentum up because eventually he and our world champion will square off for that belt. Let’s go back to Tom Davis!
Tom Davis: And his opponent……. CCOOLLTT!!!!
Colt comes out with a smile on his face and slaps a fw hands. He climbs into the ring and thros his arms up whil still carrying a smirk.
Jill Matthews: Nothing gets to this guy at all does it?
Vince Walters: He is as cool as they come really. Its like he already knows what the outcome of a situation is. Its lik he knew he was going to lose at Tension in Texas!
Jill Matthews: What are you saying he is from the future.
Vince Walters: That is ridiculous. This isn’t fucking Star Trek.
Jill Matthews: What??
Vince Walters: Can we get to the match maybe.
Ryan Omega and Colt circle each other trying to decide who was going to make the first move. Finally the two men lock up and immediately Omega locks in a side head lock that is quickly reversed by Colt. Omega springs Colt off the ropes and a shoulder tackle from Colt knocks Mr. 2012 down. Colt bounces off the ropes again as Omega springs to his heet to hit a hip toss but Colt is once again a step ahead of Omega and delivers one as well. Omega bounces up and gets nailed with a clothes line then the same thing happens again when Omega bounces up again. Finally Colt delivers a side head lock and it flips Omega over and we are at a standstill as Colt is in control.
Jill Matthews: Colt is in control here with that stabilizing move to wear down the exciting Omega.
Vince Walters: It seems like Omega is living in the past.
Jill Matthews: What do you mean
Vince Walters: 2012 is one of his nicknames? We are in 2013 now sweet lips.
Jill Matthews: And no matter what year you still try to hit on me.
Vince Walters: Well since Elizabeth Devereaux is officially off the market I return my attention to you.
Jill Matthews: Tori is still available I think. But why should she give you a second look, kind of like why will I give you a second look. Besides Liz never gave you the time of day either.
Vince Walters: All you bitches be hard to get.
Omega is starting to stir and they are now bothon their feet. Omega breaks the he lock nd once again sends Colt into the ropes. This time though he hits a flying leg kick knocking down Colt. He drives the elbow into the chest of Colt then hits a standing moonsault and hits all of it!
Jill Matthews: Nice move by Omega. Lets see if he follows up.
Omega gos for the pin but Colt kicks out even before the one count. Omega stands up and kicks Colt hard in the solarplex then bounces of the ropes and attempts a shining wizard but Colt ducked . He then trips Omega down and starts laying hard right hands into the side of his head. Colt then picks up Omega and throws him to the outside. Omega hits hard ad Colt climbs to the top and hits a moonsault of his own to the outside knocking Omega down. The crowd shows their appreciation as Colt slaps a few hands.
Jill Matthews: Great show of athleticism by Colt there. That is something he doesn’t do very often.
Vince Walters: He is stepping his game up getting ready for Nocturnal that’s for sure.
Jill Matthews: Wow an intelligent observation from you. I ……I can’t believe it.
Vince Walters: Does it turn you on?
Jill Matthews: There we go. Back to reality. Now back to this match.
Colt picks Omega up and belly to belly suplexes him into the barricade. Omega falls down on his neck awkwardly as Colt throws him back into the ring. He goes for the cover…
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Omega kicked out at 2 and a half and Colt goes back on the offensive. He attempts to go for a german suplex but Omega counters it and pushes Colt from the back. He hits an enziguri to the back of the head and spins Colt around and nails a impaler ddt laying out the number 1 contender for the heavyweight title.
Jill Matthews: Omega has a chance here.
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Colt kicks out. Omega picks Colt up and delivers a stiff European uppercut setting up a high angle scoop slam. Omega signals to go up top and heads up there. Colt is still shaky from the European uppercut and Omega takes off delivers a big splash immediately into the Anaconda Vice!!!
Jill Matthews: Anaconda Vice is locked in!! And Colt is in the middle of the ring!!
Vince Walters: How embarrassing would this be to lose right before you have a shot at the world title. Colt needs to get to the ropes here.
Colt eventually does but the devastating submission really took the fight out of him. Omega drags him back and stomps him a few times. He is trying to figure out how to beat this man then he picks up Colt and tries for the Crucifix Pin but Colt counters it into a release german suplex. Colt falls to the ground trying to gather his senses and get back up only to be met with a superkick to the face. Omega once again goes for the cover.
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NO Colt kicks out. Omega is starting to get irritated and jaws with Jim Floss. Omega signals its over and sets up Colt. He is about o end it with The 13th B'ak'tun!! But Colt reverses it and hits the WRONG WAY WRONG WAY!!!!!!
Jill Matthews: My God out of nowhere!!!!!!
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TTHHRREE!!!!
Vince Walters: What a hard fought victory there. Colt wins over Ryan Omega.
Jill Matthews: Another strong showing by Ryan Omega. But Colt in usual fashion gets a hard fought victory.
Tom Davis: here is your winner….CCOOLLTT!!!!!
OMEGA VS COLTType1 vs 1Length7 min.WinnerShow COLTLoserShow Ryan OmegaOutcomeShow PinfallRating26%Crowd Reaction38%Overall Rating32%VS
Tom Davis: The following match is scheduled for one fall, already in the ring, MASON STOCKHOLM!!!!!!
Jill Matthews: Big match here for Stockholm, after last week he gets the chance to put his money where his mouth is!
Vince Walters: Yeah against a 27 year old washed up and injured Roger Wright. Should really be a tough one for Mason!
Enemies by Shinedown hits the PA as the lights in the arena go dark. As the song opens strobe lights go off with the beat of the drums and guitars, and out from the back comes Roger Wright, making his way to the ring and giving the fans high fives. Rounding the ring, Roger stops at a random kid in the front row and pulls off his own shirt, giving it to the kid.
Up the steps, Roger climbs and mounts the near corner, Posing for the camera as the song hits full stride on the chorus. Dropping down, Roger makes his way across the ring to the far corner and again mounts the middle rope and poses as the music continues to move in the background.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, ROGER WRIGHT!!!!!
Jill Matthews: Well here we go, this should be interesting, Roger Wright back in the ring after nearly nine months off from an ankle injury.
Vince Walters: Yeah and probably a lifetime earlier than he should have ever come back, some people are best off retired and staying that way.
At the sound of the bell Roger and Mason lock up in the middle of the ring, Mason pushing Roger backwards into the corner, throwing a flex for good measure at him. Shaking his head Roger steps out of the corner and goes for a lock up again, but Mason ducks and swings around behind Roger, wrapping him around the waist and slamming over the side with a belly to back side slam. On his feet quick, Mason drops a knee to the back of Roger, followed by a quick elbow to the kidneys.
Vince Walters: This one is going to be over quick!
Jill Matthews: Hate to say it, but Roger looks a bit out of shape, or maybe Mason is just that much better than he gets credit for.
Helping Roger to his feet, Mason takes his arm and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound Roger ducks the clothesline and hits the far ropes, leaping off and hitting Mason with a flying back shoulder. Rolling back to his feet, Mason turns just in time to catch a European uppercut that sends him stumbling back into the corner. Rushing forward Roger leaps for a splash, but Mason quickly dives out of the ring through the middle rope, Roger catching nothing but the corner pads.
Vince Walters: What ring presence by Mason there.
Jill Matthews: Yeah and I think he is going to try and go big early on here, maybe tip the scales in his favor and get the control of the match!
Springing up to the top rope, Mason leaps into the air at Roger as he lay on his back, But Roger gets the knees up and catches Mason in the chest as he comes down. Grabbing the ropes, Roger pulls himself to his feet and moves for Mason, grabbing the man by the head and lifting him to his feet. Tossing Mason’s arm over his shoulder, Roger hooks him and lifts the man into the air, bringing him down with a crushing brutal vertical suplex.
Jill Matthews: Looks like Roger might have more in the tank than your originally, or even Mason really thought.
Vince Walters: It’s one freaking move.
Reaching down, Roger brings Mason to his feet, but the man breaks the hold Roger has, and slips behind him rolling him up into a small package…ONE…TWO…NO!!!! Getting the shoulder up Roger kicks out and Mason turns to the ref in anger thinking it should have been a count of three. Both men hop to their feet, Roger getting to his first and charging Mason who hits a drop toe hold on Roger and transitioning it into an STF.
Vince Walters: It’s OVER!!!!
Jill Matthews: Roger’s reaching for the rope!
Vince Walters: He’s going to tap, he’s going tap!
Jill Matthews: He pulled himself to the rope and Mason has to break the hold.
The ref begins the count as Mason refuses to break the hold…ONE…TWO…THREE…Finally Mason breaks the hold as the ref gets between Mason and Roger as Roger tries to pull himself up to his feet. Reaching his feet Roger turns around as Mason hits him with the Feed em’ Cold cuts.
Vince Walters: This one is about to be over!
Jill Matthews: I have a real bad feeling about this, Mason has backed away and almost seems to be stocking Roger for the Immediate Impact.
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Intently staring at Roger, Mason has a sinister look in his eye. On his feet Roger turns around with a weary look on his face. Leaping into the air Mason goes for the Immediate Impact, but Roger spins twists around and counters the move into a neck breaker! Both men hitting the ground and neither getting up quickly. The ref begins the standing ten count…ONE…TWO…THREE
Jill Matthews: I can’t believe that counter!
Vince Walters: Come on Mason, get up!
FOUR…FIVE…SIX…SEVEN…Both men grab the ropes and begin to pull themselves up…EIGHT…NINE…Both men reach their feet, Mason turning towards Roger and throwing a right, Roger blocking it and landing a right of his own. Mason throws another and Roger blocks it, returning one of his own. Now Roger lands a right, and another Mason’s back hitting the ropes and Roger taking his arm and slinging him across the ring.
Jill Matthews: Roger is back on the offensive.
Vince Walters: Come on Mason, don’t fall into his trap.
On the rebound Mason ducks the clothesline and slips behind Roger twisting him around for a neck breaker in the middle of the ring. Back to his feet, Mason drops an elbow to the chest of Roger. Quickly back to his feet again, mason leaps into the air for a knee drop but Roger rolls away. Getting to his feet, Roger turns just as Mason charges him, sidestepping the assault, Roger hooks Mason and swings him around for a Wright Away!
Jill Matthews: What a move, and Mason looks to be out of it, this one could be over.
Vince Walters: Yeah but Roger seems to be tired, like the match has taken it out of him.
Reaching down, Roger pulls Mason to his feet and hooks the man under his arm. Mason counters Roger’s attempt at a suplex, instead breaking free and kicking Roger in the midsection. Grabbing him by the neck, Mason drops Roger with a snap DDT. Rolling up to his feet, Mason mounts the middle rope and waits as Roger slowly gets back to his feet.
Vince Walters: This one is over, Roger has nothing left in the tank, and Mason is about to finish him off right now!
Jill Matthews: He isn’t going to try and hit the check point from there is he?
Leaping off at Roger, Mason kicks out and Roger ducks it and hits Mason with the WRIGHT STUFF!!!!!
Jill Matthews: Wright Stuff!!! Oh my God he just hit the Wright Stuff!
Vince Walters: NO!!!!!
Hooking the leg, Roger covers Mason for the pin…ONE…TWO…THREE!!!! The fans erupt as Roger stumbles to his feet and raises his hands in victory!
Vince Walters: NO!!! This can’t be!
Jill Matthews: Wright Stuff out of nowhere and another classic Roger Wright win!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner, ROGER WRIGHT!!!!!
Mounting the middle rope of the far corner, Roger raises his hands in victory as the fans cheer! Crossing the ring, Roger mounts the middle rope again and throws both hands into the air! ROGER VS MASONType1 vs 1Length6 min.WinnerShow Roger WrightLoserShow Mason StockholmOutcomeShow PinfallRating25%Crowd Reaction39%Overall Rating32%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Roger continues to celebrate on the middle rope on the corner, enjoying the adulation of the crowd. The lights soon end up turning off immediately as a couple gasps are heard from the black out.
Jill Matthews: Who the hell turned out the lights?
Vince Walters: Maybe Kief blocked everything out just so he can fill is porn addiction again?
The lights soon turn on, and, while Roger is still on that middle rope, the ring is not occupied by a downed Mason Stockholm but by an angry Seth Iser, who is just waiting for the right moment. We then audibly hear Iser shout ‘TURN AROUND HERO!’ The gasps that we heard earlier are now turned into a loud, negative chorus of boos as Roger slowly turns around to meet eye to eye with the sociopath that just entered the ring.
Jill Matthews: That damned Seth Iser is here.
Vince Walters: And hopefully this means that Roger won’t be here too much longer.
Jill Matthews: Wait Iser’s hand is…
Before Jill can finish her statement, Roger leaps off with a desperate axe handle from the middle rope, but Iser intercepts that with a hard right hand to the stomach. With those punches, it’s revealed that he’s wearing a coal miner’s glove.
Jill Matthews: That damned Iser has a coal miner’s glove, and he’s assaulting a vulnerable Roger Wright with it. This isn’t right in the slightest.
Vince Walters: Cool your tits off unless you want to intervene in what Iser’s doing.
As Roger grimaces getting back to his feet, Iser nails Roger right between the eyes with that coal miner’s glove a second time, and that drops him to the mat. After this, he rolls out of the ring in search of something. He soon ends up grabbing a microphone that was in Tom Davis’s hands, and the steel chair that he sits on as the crowd begins a ‘Roger’ chant in support. Iser just nonchalantly enters the ring, knowing he’s going to do what he set out to do.
Jill Matthews: This man is repulsive.
Vince Walters: Quiet, he’s about to talk.
Iser: Come on hero…get up! You don’t want to let these people down when everything’s rolling, right? So, get…up!
Roger pulls himself up slowly, but there’s a trickle of blood going down his forehead from the last blow from the glove. Iser soon tosses the mic down before having both hands on the steel chair while still shouting, "Do it for your fans, hero! GET UP!" Roger soon turns around and has his face covered with his arm, but Iser goes downstairs right toward Roger’s left foot with the steel chair. The violent crack quickly takes him down, and Roger clutches at his surgically repaired foot.
Vince Walters: This is what happens when you cost a man championship gold.
Jill Matthews: But the punishment doesn’t fit the *bleeping* crime. And look at that damned demon, enjoying torturing this man, a true icon of this promotion and to the entire sport of wrestling and for what? Why?
Vince Walters: Because he can?
Iser soon drops the chair in the center of the ring before dragging Roger toward the chair again. Roger fires off a couple of desperate kicks to the jaw of Iser to reel him, but Iser just puts some torque on that foot and leg to weaken the fight from him just a little bit more. The crowd’s pitch grows louder with boos as Iser now has Roger’s foot in a DDT position.
Jill Matthews: Oh God…
Vince Walters: One of the prettiest DDT’s in the business coming up.
Sure enough, Iser snaps back and swiftly DDT’s Roger’s foot right on the steel chair, and the torque that goes through it has runs through the ankle as well. Roger yells in pain while Iser continues to verbally berate him. "Come on Hero! Slay this dragon for your adoring public! Stick the sword into the heart of this dragon for your fans, hero!" before he grabs the chair and delivers a vicious sounding shot to the ankle of Roger.
Jill Matthews: Someone bring security or the UN for all I care to muzzle this menace to society and to make sure he can no longer assault this man.
Vince Walters: But that ruins the fun. Let things play out a little more you worrywart.
Jill Matthews: You’re almost as sick as Iser for saying that.
The self-proclaimed Deity soaks in the boos he’s getting from the audience for a brief second with a semblance of a smirk that’s on his face before the fury takes back over in his face. He continues verbally taunting him shouting "Is that all you got, hero!? The camera’s showing you to be a disappointing hero since you can’t save the day…yet alone yourself! FIGHT BACK HERO!" and then he goes back to stomping on his ankle just a little more before going back to jawing.
Iser: You promised these people in front of this camera everything, HERO, and you couldn’t deliever it because in your heart…you don’t give a damn! Co---
Iser’s interrupted by Roger kicking him in the stomach from the downed position which makes the entire place erupt in approval. The shock of it drives Iser back, but he immediately grabs his Coal Miner’s glove as Roger pulls himself up on one good leg. The crowd is screaming in approval, but as he approaches Iser, he clonks Roger right in the dome as hard as he can with that glove, and he’s back on the mat but almost out cold this time.
Vince Walters: I don’t know what he must have in that glove but it sure is working for him!
Jill Matthews: This is a damned shame. He went after that surgically repaired ankle and he also just knocked him stone cold to the mat.
Iser switches gears as he starts ripping away at Roger’s left boot to expose his ankle fully. After some untieing, he rips the last little semblance of protection for that ankle off before grabbing the steel chair again. It looks like he’s about to swing, and the entire crowd gasps before Iser shakes his head no.
Vince Walters: No? Hit him over the damn ankle with it!
Jill Matthews: I hope he realizes what he’s doing a---
Before Jill can finish that statement, Iser soon puts the ankle inside that folding chair before a sickening smile comes across behind that mask of his. He then puts himself right on the middle rope and everyone knows what he’s about to do.
Jill Matthews: No…not that.
Vince Walters: He’s going to snap Roger’s ankle in half. He’s done this before to other stars in various other stops, and it looks like he’s about to add Roger to the list!
Before he gets a chance to leap off, security has hit the ring, and multiple members get themselves between Iser and Roger before Iser can properly leap off. Iser looks annoyed for a minute before that smirk returns as security gets the chair out of play. Iser just flips the microphone back on for just a brief second.
Iser: I’ll see you soon...and maybe next time you can come closer to saving them and yourself…’hero’.
After that, Iser just rolls out of the ring to a loud chorus of boos from the crowd and even a couple of diehard fans throwing their cupped beverages at him. Iser just swats them down as Security and now EMTs go to check on Roger.
Jill Matthews: What a disgusting prick that man is.
Vince Walters: The ‘hero’ just got saved for the moment…but there’s always next week.
Jill Matthews: Hopefully they’ll have a leash for that pariah by then.
Iser is soon out of sight after going up the ramp as Roger soon begins to shove some of the security and EMTs off, indicating he wants to be left alone. We then cut to commercial with everyone still working on Wright despite his protests. A DEMONS RAGE.TypeOne man segmentLength6 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating100%Crowd Reaction100%Overall Rating100%VS
Darla Knight is stood in the ring. She’s looking around awaiting her opponent.
Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and second to the ring is none other than Hunter Valentyne!!!
"Something in Your Mouth" by Nickleback plays over the loud speakers as Hunter makes his way down the ramp to a chorus of boos. He stops in the middle of the ramp as green and black pyros go off behind him. Hunter slides in underneath the bottom rope as he puts his hands on the top rope and glares menacingly into the camera. He is cascaded by boos as the intensity in this face is shown to the world. Pyros go off in the background as his glare is never changing.
Vince Walters: Why do people hate him? I’d go out for a drink with this dude. He’s a real man’s man. He just tells people how it is.
Jill Matthews: That’s not too gay.
Vince Walters: What?
Jill Matthews: You got this little crush on him?
As Darla and Hunter face off, the bell rings. The two wrestlers immediately begin circling each other. Darla attacks first, locking into a grapple that ends up with Hunter whipping Darla to the ropes.
Jill Matthews: He’s obviously stronger than her.
Hunter goes for a spinning kick, but Darla ducks it and swings a hand up around his lower torso, pulling him to the ground and pinning his shoulders to the mat in a schoolboy. The referee slides over and starts the count……………..1…………………..2………Hunter kicks out.
Jill Matthews: Roll up? Oh that could have been an upset.
Vince Walters: Oh no one can finish off Hunter that fast.
Jill Matthews: Would you shut up and call the match?
Hunter gets to his feet, only for Darla to flip up and nail him with a swift dropkick right to the face. Hunter goes right back down again.
Vince Walters: Wow! What a dropkick!
Darla suddenly runs to the ropes and springs off with a moonsault, but Hunter rolls out of the way, causing Darla to hit the mat on her stomach. She brings both hands to her abdomen and gasps in pain.
Jill Matthews: She needs to keep her eyes open, especially when facing a veteran like Hunter.
Vince Walters: This is good already!
Darla gets to her feet, but Hunter is already upon her, hammering away with forearm strikes that back the weird woman up against the turnbuckles. Hunter suddenly twists and plants Darla with a strong super kick to the point of the chin, causing her body to jerk upward sharply, then descend in a sitting position against the buckles.
Jill Matthews: Damn! Super Kick?
Vince Walters: Holy crap! That's gotta hurt!
Jill Matthews: Looks like that took a lot out of Darla!
As Darla catches her breath, Hunter turns and raises a hand to the crowd, shouting something at them.
Vince Walters: What's he saying?
Jill Matthews: Sounds like a battle cry!
Darla gets to her feet. Hunter turns and charges right at her, but Darla rolls aside, sending Hunter face-first into the buckles. He winds up slamming his right shoulder into the ring post.
Jill Matthews: Ouch!
Vince Walters: That's gotta smart!
Jill Matthews: You could always volunteer to but the lotion on the bruise for him?
Vince Walters: Shut it!
Clutching his shoulder, Hunter stumbles out of the corner, right into a massive belly-to-back suplex by Darla. Hunter yells in pain, rolling on the mat. Darla covers…..1…………Hunter kicks out.
Jill Matthews: How did she get the strength for that?
Vince Walters: She’s one strange chick.
Jill Matthews: Gone off Hunter?
Vince Walters: Shut up!
As Hunter gets to his feet slowly, Darla runs to the ropes, coming back with a spinning leg lariat that collapses Hunter once again.
Jill Matthews: And Hunter is down again!
Vince Walters: Hah!
Darla hops onto the turnbuckle and lands a flying body splash on Hunter. As she covers, the referee slides over and begins counting...................1…………..2…………..Suddenly, the referee catches Hunter's foot on the ropes. He immediately calls for the rope break.
Vince Walters: Foot on the ropes!
Jill Matthews: And Hunter manages to get a foot on the ropes!
Scowling, Darla gets up and drags a dazed Hunter into the centre of the ring. However, Hunter manages to swing his torso up and kick Darla in the face, staggering the woman.
Jill Matthews: And Hunter is still in this thing!
Hunter flips to his feet, but Darla kicks him in the stomach, then runs to the ropes and springs off with a flying hurricanrana.
Vince Walters: Oh? Hurricanrana!
Jill Matthews: This could be it!
As Hunter lies on the mat, Darla hops up on the turnbuckle and signals the booing crowd: It's time for some big time move! But suddenly, the lights go out, plunging the arena into darkness.
Jill Matthews: It's time for - what the hell is this?!
Vince Walters: The lights! This isn’t the Super bowl?
In the dim glow of natural light flowing in through the air vents in the arena roof, a faint shape is barely visible rushing Darla's turnbuckle; a few seconds later, a huge slam is heard as somebody hits the mat.
Jill Matthews: What was that?!
Vince Walters: I dunno! Was it Bane?
Jill Matthews: What?
Vince Walters: Dark Knight Rises.
Jill Matthews: Geek. Someone get some lights on!
The crowd buzzes as a faint flurry of motion is seen in the darkness atop a turnbuckle briefly before the air above the ring is filled with further motion, as if someone was performing a body splash from the top. There is another impact, then nothing, save for the noise of the crowd.
Vince Walters: This is terrible!
Jill Matthews: I can't see what's…….
The lights suddenly come back on, revealing Darla lying prone on the mat, appearing to be totally unconscious. Hunter has not moved an inch.
Jill Matthews: MY GOD!!! WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED TO DARLA?! HUNTER DIDN'T EVEN MOVE!!!!
Vince Walters: THAT'S CRAZY!!!!
Suddenly, Hunter manages to lift an arm, slowly rolling over to weakly hook Darla's leg. The referee looks bewildered, but nonetheless counts the pin……………….1……………………………..2…………………………..3!!
Jill Matthews: Oh my god! He’s won the match, but who attacked Darla?
Vince Walters: I don’t care. The better wrestler won on the night.
At the top of the ramp way is Emily Koresh. She has an innocent look upon her face. She turns and walks through the curtains.
HUNTER VS DARLAType1 vs 1Length5 min.WinnerShow Hunter ValentyneLoserShow OutcomeShow PinfallRating33%Crowd Reaction43%Overall Rating38%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Vince Walters: It’s been a great show tonight so far.
Jill Matthews: Yes.
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. Three 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. On the other side of her is another figure in shadow.
The first male pulls the hood down, dropping the robes to the floor revealing to the crowd who they are. It is the tag team Unstable. Then, Nocturnal 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: These guys lost their titles last week. Al Envy and Inkt stole their titles.
Jill Matthews: Nocturnal puts his other title on the line later against Kief. It’s going to be an interesting match.
Vince Walters: So Nocturnal and Seth Iser on one page and with his twisted sister are here.
They stand motionless, emotionless. Then on some unseen signal they launch themselves forward into the flames without a seconds thought, his dark eyes glaze over. They stand with their arms outstretched like a crucifixion. Flames lick around their heads and engulf their clothing, yet they emerge from the other side unscathed.
Laughing sadistically as they are joined by Nocturnal’s 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 an "Unstable" 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. She holds the NEW World Heavyweight title belt at the camera. She is also carrying a bag.
Nocturnal 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. Seth Iser stands next to him and Emily sits between them as pyros explode behind them.
Vince Walters: Oh I wonder what they’ve got to say. I think this is going be interesting.
Jill Matthews: Yeah, the Sadistic Bastard and the Deity of Destruction on the same page.
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.
Nocturnal: So here we are. Nocturnal is out here live on NEW Ignite in front of the world. We may have lost our titles last week to those two upstarts Al and Inkt.
A chant of “Brokeback Mountain” goes around the arena.
Nocturnal smiles as he walks around the ring.
Nocturnal: Man, I’ve given a lot to this industry. Oh yeah I’ve even been killed a few times on pay per view.
A cheer goes up.
Nocturnal: What? You’re cheering me dying for your entertainment?
A laugh goes up.
Nocturnal: Are you that sick? Are you that pathetic? Do you think I’m just here to entertain you? We’re not here to entertain you pathetic trailer park trash at home. For I am Nocturnal, I am the Sadistic Bastard. I am your world heavyweight champion!
He looks into the camera.
Nocturnal: Did it break your heart Jesse?
He smiles as he looks out at the crowd.
Nocturnal: I see Believers in this arena but I also see non-believers. You sinners, you sin not against him.
He points to the roof.
Nocturnal: Not to God. But against my God, Satan. He was sinned against first by God and now by you people here in this arena. For you are mere bugs to irritate me. Your existence is meaningless to me. You will not be remembered. Someone here will be the first to be punished by me.
He looks around the crowd and points at a fat guy with a Baltimore Ravens jersey on.
Nocturnal: Maybe you, you obese fat bastard. Do you need to be punished? Probably but it’s not going to help your pathetic soul.
He walks around the ring, Emily points at a pretty girl in the front row, almost wearing a t-shirt,
Nocturnal: She’s got potential, some big breasted air head bimbo? Do you think she needs to be punished by us?
Shaking his head he continues to walk around the ring. Emily exits the ring.
Nocturnal: You spotted someone Emily?
Emily points at someone in the crowd.
Nocturnal: What’s so special about her? She just looks like the rest of this pathetic excuse of a crowd.
Emily reaches for the woman in the crowd and grabs her by the throat.
Nocturnal: Okay Emily, you’ve made the decision for us. Bring her in here.
Emily drags the woman over the guard rail and rolls her into the ring. The crowd boo as she does this. Nocturnal leans in and looks at the woman. He brings the microphone up to his lips but instead of saying something he looks at Emily and nods. Emily pulls up the woman and hits her with a ddt.
Nocturnal: Do you think this woman is worthy of being punished?
Emily starts laying in the boots to the woman who has rolled into the foetal position trying to protect herself. Seth just stands back and leans on the ropes.
Nocturnal: Lift this punk up. She needs to be punished.
Voice: Stop this, this is wrong. When did you turn into this?
Jake Youngblood is walking down the ramp way with a microphone.
Jill Matthews: Oh Jake is out here to stop this travesty. Him and Nocturnal use to run together.
Jake Youngblood: Stop this, this is wrong. This is NEW not PCW. Leave that fan alone.
Jake rolls into the ring and gets in Nocturnal’s face.
Nocturnal smiles as he turns to Emily.
Nocturnal: Sister, we have a non-believer in our presence. Jake. Times have changed. What do you think we should do to him?
Emily Koresh: He should be punished Alex, punished he should be, I say.
Nodding Nocturnal looks around at Seth as he approaches Jake.
Nocturnal: You really want to get in my face? You look like you’re going to shit yourself? We aren’t the followers of a false God. We are the Leaders on the battle lines against him. We will bring the rightful one back into this world.
The enormous figure of Nocturnal towered above Jake, exuding an aura of unearthly power, and Jake lowered his head, unable to hold the gaze of Nocturnal.
Jake Youngblood: People here want to see wrestling, not you out here torturing some fan.
Laughing Nocturnal grabs Jake by the throat. Nocturnal’s voice was mocking and dripping with venom filling his former prodigy’s head with agony.
Nocturnal: We might have run together in the past Jake but time’s move on. You see this guy here. Seth Iser he has opened my eyes more in a few weeks than any of those so called acquaintances in the locker room has done in years. Look into my eyes, yes look. Take a good damn look, ‘cos this might be the last thing you see Jake?
With each syllable of Nocturnal’s speech it was tearing into Jake’s sanity and causing blood to run from his ears and eyes.
Jake Youngblood: Screw you.
He looks directly into Nocturnal’s eyes. Evil seems to radiate from them. A shocked look crosses Jake’s face. He pulls back realising that he’s out of his depth.
Jake Youngblood: You think because you’ve got your family with you I won’t take you out.
Nocturnal: I don’t need them against a punk like you.
Jake throws himself at Nocturnal who just grabs him like a rag doll and slams him to the floor. He stands over him as Seth grabs his arms and legs.
Nocturnal: You’re just a crazy Jake, but I think you’ve got potential.
Looking over at Emily, he points at the bag. She opens it revealing a chalice.
Nocturnal: Bring me that sis.
As Emily brings the Chalice to Nocturnal Seth holds Jake down.
Nocturnal: Open wide, yes, that’s it. Be nice.
We hear gargling and spluttering noises for a few minutes before it goes quiet.
Nocturnal: There, that’s better? Isn’t it? Let’s begin.
He grabs hold of the NEW World Heavyweight Championship belt and lays it on Jake’s body.
Sitting down with them Nocturnal starts chanting. Emily joins in. It is an unknown language.
After a few minutes of this a low humming can suddenly be heard, upsetting the chanting. Persistent and annoying at first, it grows violent, rising angrily in tempo. Nocturnal puts out his arms as if in crucifixion. And looks up at the ceiling.
His mouth open, and then it erupts. From out of his mouth like a black congealing miasma, at first it looks like an indistinguishable mass, then it became clear.
They were flies, thousands and thousands of bloated flies. All too quickly the swarm engulfed Jake before suddenly disappearing as quickly as they appeared.
Nocturnal leans over and puts the belt back over his shoulder.
Nocturnal: You are now back home. Now family help our newest family member to the back for his transformation to be completed. Now that we are complete Unstable are officially throwing their hat into World War X. So three of the four of us will be there.
Seth and Emily help him to his feet and escort him up the ramp way closely followed by Nocturnal.
Jill Matthews: Oh my God. What the hell was that all about?
Vince Walters: Don’t know but we’ve still got his match later on tonight.
WORLD WAR X CHALLENGETypeTwo man segmentLength3 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating72%Crowd Reaction79%Overall Rating76%VS
Jill Matthews: And now for the moment I have been dreading all week…
Vince Walters: The RETURN OF THE PARAGONA OF AMERICANA!!!!
Jill Matthews: If you even want to call it that, he is scheduled to take on…Wait this can’t be serious…Chris Styles?
Vince Walters: No mam this is no joke! The DoN of Di$Re$PeCT versus The Cheetah! There isn’t a NEW fan in this arena or in this world who isn’t dying to see that match!
Jill Matthews: Um I don’t wanna watch this crap! Chris isn’t even a wrestler!
Vince Walters: Who cares, this is Johnny Stylez we are talking about, one of the greatest wrestlers this company has ever known!
Jill Matthews: Not to mention one of the biggest self serving, egotistical assholes this world has ever known! The man is partially responsible for this company closing it’s doors on more than one occasion!
Vince Walters: Yes but to be fair he is also responsible for them being opened and reopened! Can’t you just give the guy a chance?
Jill Matthews: Why the hell should I?
Before Vince can answer that question…
~*~ 4:19 ~*~
-GoT-
-A-
-MiNuTe?!?-
-Flashes over the titantron, as green smoke begins to fill the entry way. The arena goes completely black…and then
~ExPLoSiOn~
-Looking Back At Me-
-I See That I Never Really Got It Right-
- I Never Stopped To Think Of You-
-I’m Always Wrapped Up In Things I Cannot Win-
-You Are The Antidote That Gets Me By-
- Something Strong Like A Drug That Gets Me-
-H.I.G.H.-
Cold by Crossfade plays over the loud speaker as out struts the Paragona of Americana , LA Johnny Stylez. Stylez moves with the rhythm of the music while yelling at the crowd. Naturally Stylez is met with a course of boos so loud that it almost shakes the arena. Stylez is dressed in a pair of baggy cargo pants and he is wearing a P.o.P T-shirt Outsider’s style. On the front of the shirt is P.o.P in white bold letters with (Players of Perfection) written in captions. Stylez is wearing a pair of silver oakleys and he has a cigarette hanging from his lips. After dancing to his music and taunting the fans, Stylez makes his way down the ramp.
-What I Really Meant To Say-
-Is That I’m Sorry For The Way-
-I AM-
-NeVeR MeAnT To Be-
-So Cold-
Stylez arrogantly struts to the ring, stopping to blow smoke in the face of a few fans sitting front row. Stylez then puts his cigarette out, and slides in the ring on his stomach. He then shoots up and immeadily begins talking trash to the fans, who are letting him have it. Stylez walks up to the ring announcer and playfully slaps them over the head a few times, before walking over to the turnbuckle and laying across it pretending to fall asleep as he awaits his opponent and or the bell.
VInce Walters: Because THERE HE IS! I got to admit I am not his biggest fan!
Jill Matthews: Oh can it Vince you are wearing Johnny Stylez underwear and they don’t even make Johnny Stylez underwear which means you had them made yourself…
Vince Walters: No mam, that means that I made them myself…It’s a lot of hard work being the president of such a prestigious fan club! It’s just a shame the cRu is no longer with him to cheer him on, accept that fat bastard Ryan Pugh, got damn I hate that son of a bitch!
Jill Matthews: I honestly hope the Cheetah pounces this asshole and puts him in a coma because honestly I think this company is a lot better off without Johnny Stylez!
Vince Walters: Well you’ll get your chance because here’s our boy now!
“Super Freak” by Rick James plays throughout the arena as the fans get off their asses and give a huge pop for the Cheetah, Chris Styles. Chris comes out with a sour look on his face as he is kinda walking funny, kinda like he got phucked in the ass…But that’s a different story. He has this look of sheer hatred at his cousin as he hobbles down the ramp. Johnny just sits on the turnbuckles bursting into laughter at the sight of his cousin hobbling down the ramp. Half way down the ramp way The Cheetah stops and shows us why HE IS THE SUPER FREAK OF THE NEW, as he juks and jives to his music.
Johnny then walks over and holds the ropes open for his cousin as Chris just yells FUCK YOU at Johnny. Chris is wearing a SHOW STEALER T-shirt. Chris gets in the ring and demands that the ref check Johnny for weapons.
The ref obliges and begins checking Johnny’s wrestling boots. In doing so he finds a pair of brass knuckles, a slap jack, a can of mace, a tazer, and a wrench. The ref throws the pile of weapons outside the ring, as Johnny looks at the crowd and just shrugs his shoulders. Chris then goes to center of the ring and starts doing jumping jacks and other ridiculous warm ups that make him look foolish.
Jill Matthews: And it looks like The Cheetah is trying to limber up before the bell rings here.
Vince Walters: Well how else is a Cheetah supposed to catch his prey.
Jill Matthews: But did you see the way Chris was limping to the ring, do you think Johnny injured him before the match?
Vince Walters: Well according to my sources it wasn’t Johnny who injured him directly…Let’s just say Chris did a little experimenting over the weekend, and is feeling the effects right now!
Jill Matthews: Oh Dear God I can only imagine!
Vince Walters: I’ll fill you in on the details later right now we have a match to call Jill, JESUS try and be professional will ya…
Jill Matthews: Ohh ring the got damn bell…
::::::::::::::::DING:::::::::::::::
Chris Styles and Johnny meet in the center of the ring. Chris starts yelling at Johnny for hooking him up with a dude over the weekend, as Johnny just glares a hole right through his cousin just smiling that arrogant smirk of his, as he pie faces Chris. The fans let out a boo, as Chris looks around and feels a little humiliated. Then with a sudden burst of energy the CHEETAH POUNCES and unleashes a furious right hand, that in mid air goes from a fist to an open palm
!!!!!SLAP!!!!!!
Chris stands there in horror after realizing he failed to knock out his cousin the way he intended, and instead just bitch slapped him live on national television. He glares at Johnny who is standing there holding his cheek as he checks his lip for blood.
Vince Walters: Ohh my GAWD this isn’t going to end well for Chris!
Jill Matthews: He just slapped him! How in the hell did he go from throwing a punch to a slap in mid air?...WHO DOES THAT?
Vince Walters: I don’t know but if I were Chris Styles I’d….Meh too late.
Johnny doesn’t give Chris time to think about his next move as he takes his head off with a short arm clothesline that completely levels him. The fans begin to boo, as that makes Johnny’s smile grow even wider. Johnny jerks Chris up by his neck as he whips him to the ropes and as he comes back around hits a beautiful text book Double A Spine Buster. Johnny then gets up and begins to lay the boots to Chris, as the fans continue to boo. Johnny then walks over and mockingly slaps Chris on the back of the head daring him to get up.
Jill Matthews: OK, this was kinda funny at first, but this isn’t right! Someone needs to get in there and put a stop to this, this is just wrong!
Vince Walters: Yeah I gotta agree The Cheetah doesn’t deserve this! I mean first he has sex with a guy for the first time this week and then he has to have his brains beat out by someone who does this for a living! And to think his own brother booked this match!
Johnny then jerks Chris up by his arm and whips him hard to the turnbuckle. Chris hits so hard he comes stumbling out of the corner as Johnny kicks Chris in the gut and then power bombs him into the turnbuckle. Chris slumps over in the corner as Johnny walks over grabs the top rope and uses it as leverage to stomp a mudhole in Chris’s chest. Johnny then slaps Chris across the face as he then rips the AL Envy t-shirt off his body revealing his pasty white chest. Johnny then picks up Chris puts him in the tree of woe, and then goes to the other side of the ring. Johnny motions to the crowd who are letting him have it, as Johnny gains a little momentum and then runs full speed jumps high in the air and hits a devastating hesitation drop kick move he refers to as
Jill Matthews: OHH MY GAWD THE COME DOWN RIGHT IN THE FACE!
Vince Walters: Johnny executed that move with perfect momentum and every bit of force he had in him. I’m surprised he didn’t kick Chris’s head clean off his shoulders!
Jill Matthews: He might as well have it looks like he busted his nose open as Chris’s nose is pouring blood. Johnny stands up and stomps on Chris as he then climbs the turnbuckle and taunts the fans as they let him have it and rightfully so the guys a PRICK!!
Johnny then jerks Chris up by his hair and drags him to the center of the ring. He looks Chris dead in the eye and slaps him across the face and then again…and then again. He grabs his hands and begins to twist them as he swings high and then jumps in the air and hits a devastating twisting unprittier he refers to as the INSULT TO INJURY. Chriss face makes a sick thud against the mat, as the fans let out a gasp. Only Johnny isn’t done. He sits up wipes Chris blood off his hands onto the mat and then picks Chris up again., he hooks Chris hands and then drops him with a second INSULT-2-INJURY. Johnny then rolls him over and makes the cover 1……2…….WAIT…Johnny jerks his head up. He motions to the crowd that this isn’t over yet, as he jerks Chris’s lifeless body up once more and hits a third INSULT-2-Injury…Johnny who is now laughing hysterically then stands up and covers his cousin with his foot as the ref slams his hands on the mat once….twice….and then for a final and third time….As the ref calls for the bell and for the EMT’s to quickly make their way down to the ring to get Chris some help. But as the EMTS rush the ring, Johnny swats them away kicking and punching them as they slide in the ring. Johnny picks up Chris and hits one final INSULT-2-INJURY for good measure as he then calls for a mic.
LA Johnny Stylez: NEW EDGE WRESTLING, and more importantly Nocturnal…I hope you were paying very close attention because what you just saw is something many of you can consider a warning. For those of you who foolishly believe that I have lost a step this is what lies ahead in your future. I may have been gone for a few months, I may have taken some time off…But make no mistake about it, I am still the very best at what I do…And what I do is take foolish, idiotic, simple minded asshats like my cousin Chris here, and I make them
!!!!!SoaK!!!!!
!!!!SoMe!!!!!
!!!!!!UP!!!!!!
LiVe ON NATIONAL TELEVISION…GOOD GAWD IT’S GREAT TO BE HOME!!!
..And to think this is only another beginning! So Noc, you know what it feels like to be lying down face first in a pool of your own blood….Blood that poured from your face and head from my hands, and it is a feeling you will once again be reminded of real soon, because when you and I do meet again, you will see the only thing that has changed is the date. I am still your superior and I am and always will be the rightful owner of the Championship title you currently carry around your waist. But you and I both know that won’t last. I didn’t come back here for that belt right away, and quite frankly I don’t care if you put it on the line when we face each other, if you even are able to hold onto it by the time we meet anyway! I just want you to know that I will humiliate you like I did back then and like I did to this asshat tonight! Just something to think about…CHUMP…I mean CHAMP! So one more time incase you forgot this is THE PARAGONA OF AMERICANA, YOUR SUPERIOR TELLING/REMINDING YOU to keep your cocksucker shut and for once in your life really try and
!!!!!SoaK!!!!!
!!!!!SoMe!!!!!
!!!!!UP!!!!!!!!
Hey Jesse I’ll Take Some Competition NOW!!!!
JOHNNY VS CHRISType1 vs 1Length5 min.WinnerShow LA Johnny StylezLoserShow Chris StylesOutcomeShow PinfallRating45%Crowd Reaction56%Overall Rating51%VS
Tom Davis: The following contest is set for one fall. First making his way to the ring, hailing from Louisville, Kentucky and weighing in at 235 pounds, Patrick JOOOONES!!!
“Wanted Man” by Rev Theory fills the arena. After a few seconds, Jones bursts onto the ramp with a surge of energy. At the top of the ramp, he drops to a knee with a big, over-handed fist pump. Patrick takes a moment to enjoy the cheers around him and collect his thoughts before hopping to his feet. He jogs down the ramp, talking to and high-fiving fans, trying to get them as pumped up and ready to go as he is. Jones goes straight from the ramp and jumps onto the ring apron before ducking through the second and third rope, spinning a full circle as he looks out into the crowd.
Tom Davis: His opponent currently in the ring to my left. He hails from Brooklyn, New York and weighed in this evening at 275 pounds. This is MAK-A-VELLLLLIIII!!!
Makaveli spins in circles while flipping off the crowd to a chorus of boos.
Makaveli: I don’t give a fuck. Suck on my sack, or shut that hole! You pay me. You pay me.
Jill Matthews: Makaveli very cocky right now.
Vince Walters: Look at him that man exudes power. He’s got the attitude, he’s got a forty pound advantage on PJ tonight. This is gonna be a raping.
The bell rings with Jones and Mak circling the ring around each other. Both men looking for a perfect opening, Mak comes in for an opening shot with a kick to the ribs of PJ who falls to his knees.
Vince: See right there, this is Makaveli. He runs his hood, he runs his people, he runs that ring.
PJ gets back up and backs up into the rope and charges at Makaveli with an enziguri taking the big man down to the mat.
Jill: As you were saying?
PJ starts to stomp away at the legs of Mak while he’s down on the ground. Mak writhes in pain with each stomp.
Jill: Very smart move by PJ. Get the big guy down and attack the legs. This is one of the basic tactics the smaller of two competitors can use. Patrick Jones very aware coming into this one.
Vince: Are you Jonezin for Jones?
Jill: No, although it’s nice to see a real man once in a while, Vinny.
PJ goes for a half boston crab on Mak, but he quickly makes it to the ropes and Jones breaks his hold. Makaveli staggers back up and limps with a bad leg. PJ gets in his face, but Mak shoves him back halfway across the ring. Mak backs into the ropes and charges now, but PJ goes for a low dropkick and nails the knee on Makaveli’s bad leg.
Vince: This is crap. Makaveli is injured and PJ is being an opportunist. This is a blatant unfair advantage.
Jill: Everything in New Edge is opportunity. PJ is an intelligent grappler and he just happened to gain the upper hand in this contest.
With Makaveli on one knee, PJ starts a stiff kick rush with one final kick connecting with Mak’s temple.
Jill: He’s going for the cover.
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Vince: Only a two count. I doubt PJ will get the job done on this. Look at Makaveli. He’s triumphantly competing despite having a bad leg. The ref could have stopped this. But Makaveli wants to continue. He is a true man. He gets back up now and look at those uppercuts he’s laying to PJ.
Mak whips PJ into the rope and as he comes back, Mak misses a stiff clothesline with PJ spinning around and laying on a bridging German Suplex.
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Vince: Another kickout.
Jill: But he still isn’t looking too well.
Vince: So? Patrick Jones isn’t looking sure of himself right now.
Jill: He thought he had this match finished up already.
Vince: Already? The contest just started.
PJ goes to the top rope and nails a flying elbow into the chest of Makaveli, before he starts pumping up the crowd.
Vince: Now this little asskisser is pandering to the fans. He needs to grow a pair and realize this is a business for ‘me, myself, and I.’
Jill: Why are you so angry? Did you forget to take your meds this morning?
Makaveli staggers back to his feet.
Jill: Oh no, we’ve seen this. PJ looks like he’s zoning out! Superkick! PJ with the Zoned Out! Now for the cover!
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Tom: The winner of this match, PATRICK JOOOOONES!!!
“Wanted Man” plays as PJ raises his arms and rolls out of the ring, leaving Mak in an unconscious mess. MAK VS PATRICKType1 vs 1Length4 min.WinnerShow Patrick JonesLoserShow OutcomeShow PinfallRating27%Crowd Reaction36%Overall Rating32%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Nocturnal is walking around his locker room, his hair is tied back.
Opening a drawer, he slowly pulls out a tin of white face powder and two sticks of black makeup. He nearly threw the lid off, immediately plunging his fingers into the powder and rubbing it on his cheeks, blending it to cover his whole face before applying some to his neck and hands. Next, he opened one of the black makeup sticks and drew long, thin lines down both his eyes until they reached his cheeks, then put on a heavy layer of the makeup over and under his eyes, and on his eyelids. The last touch was for lipstick. He coated his lips with a medium layer, and then drew long lines extending out from the crevices of his mouth.
Nocturnal: So tonight I put my World Heavyweight Championship belt on line against some fat fuck of a loser who doesn’t even deserve a shot at it. He only gets his shot because he pissed off Jesse Styles.
He looked at himself in the mirror one last time.
Nocturnal: Kief do you really think you stand a chance? This is going be like one of those pity fucks you’ve been getting all your life except there is no happy ending for you. No this is going to be all about Nocturnal getting his way. Which gets me onto Valora……………
He shrugged.
Nocturnal: I saw what you said out their earlier. You really want to go there? Come on honey, you had your chance. You couldn’t beat Shane Sparx? Now that is pathetic. I beat your hot little latino ass fair and square in the main event of Tension in Texas and elevated this title belt to be the most prestigious one in this industry……..
He stops suddenly as the door opens to the locker room, and stood there is none other than his sister, Emily Koresh.
Nocturnal: Emily, what‘s going on with you?
Beginning to sob uncontrollably, the young woman managed to work her story out between sniffles.
Emily: It’s that Darla chick she’s oh so mean.
Nocturnal patted her shoulder empathetically, watching as Emily's mental barrage cracked a little more to let the words rush out faster, like a river gone mad.
Emily: I didn't do anything wrong, I swear, Alex, it was this, and then it was that, and then first thing I know, BAM! You know? Like nothing else counted? I mean perhaps I'm not the greatest in the world, but I deserve a little more, don't know, respect, perhaps? That doesn't make me want to help her. Not at all. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. I could be juuuust fine with another one and sit on my butt to laugh at her like the rest of the world does. HA. That would teach her. And…and…can I have some tissues?
Nodding sympathetically, Nocturnal reached for the Kleenex box only to find it empty. Letting an annoyed sigh escapes, he got up and disappeared in the arena's corridors with a little "I won't be long" before closing his locker's door on the still sobbing Emily.
The camera followed him down the corridor.
Nocturnal: Tonight I will do something unexpected. I will be the first to do this.
He smirked at the camera.
Nocturnal: I’m going to make an impact of sorts.
He pushes the camera off of him and continues down the corridor.
FAMILY AFFAIRSTypeTwo man segmentLength4 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating79%Crowd Reaction81%Overall Rating80%VS
Jill Matthews: Welcome back to Ignite. We are already ready for our next math as PT Merciless, one of the biggest stars in the wrestling world and looking to make a mark in NEW once again and the TEW alumnus Sick Drake Blake are about to get it on!
Vince Walters: This is going to be good. Drake Blake impressed the hell out of me last week, and we all know the reputation of the Merciless one. One of my personal favorites indeed.
This match starts out with Drake Blake and PT trading blows. No lock up no wrestling, just straight right hands until Drake delivers a kick to the midsection and then one of his patenient DDTs!
Jill Matthews: Man Drake is going to end this quick!! What a victory this would be!
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PT kicks out like the warrior he is. Drake mounts PT and delivers more shots to the head and then PT reverses and now he is on top delivering shots to Drake Blake. He then picks up Blake and hits a sit out powerbomb. No pin, but PT continues on the assault with a couple of closed fists to the temple of Drake Blake. The frantic pace continues with PT dragging himself up just to get chopped back down to the mat before following it up with a shin breaker with a little more torque put on the ankle of Blake.
Jill Matthews: Now the meat and bones of the attack is coming into flurition. PT’s going right for the ankle and foot of Drake.
Vince Walters: I think he’s looking for the submission.
P.T Merciless applies a figure four to Drake Blake. Drake makes it to the ropes and as PT breaks the hold he stands up and delivers a straight kick to Drake Blake. He picks Drake up and PT goes for a clothesline. Drake ducks and hits a enziguri on PT stumbling him backwards. Pt stumbles forward and Drake Blake hits a Pele Kick knocking PT down!
Jill Matthews: Hello! What blow to the back of the head.
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Drake stretches out his notoriously gimpy ankle for a moment before going back on the offensive with the rising PT now. He connects with a dropkick right on the button that floors the veteran. The man gets back up and he’s arm dragged back down to the mat. He starts to get up slower but he’s met with beautiful springboard dropkick before he gets a chance to recover. PT drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring for a quick break.
Vince Walters: Even with a history of people targeting that ankle, it looks like it isn’t bothering Drake too terribly much today.
Jill Matthews: Contrasting styles really are showing themselves here this evening at least in how they’re attacking in this particular go around.
PT ends up taking up to the five count to regain composure, but Drake decides that enough is enough and ends up diving to the outside with a no hands plancha! PT ends up seeing it coming and side steps it making Drake crash violently onto the mat. Merciless, true to his last name, ends up throwing Drake back into the ring before rolling himself back in to continue the attack.
Vince Walters: There’s that one mistake that could change everything.
Jill Matthews: I don’t think he’ll deviate much from what brought him to the dance, though.
PT ends up dragging Drake to his feet now that they’re both in the ring and hits him with a quick knee lift to jack him in the jaw which staggers the sick one for just a moment. PT then follows it up with a chop block now that Drake’s back has turned to him. A couple torks on that foot make Drake growl in anguish audibly and now he’s trying to go back to that figure four. This time, though, Drake kicks PT and he goes flying into the ring post. Both men, worse for the ware, stumble to their feet quickly but Drake ends up dropping PT with a second DDT.
Jill Matthews: It looks like he’s about to get fired up.
The adrenaline is rushing for Drake as the crowd begins to come alive for him. PT staggers up just to eat multiple forearms right to the bridge of the nose and then when he’s stunned, a leaping eniguri kick that drops Merciless down to the canvas. He feels the momentum going his way as he springs off the middle rope and delievers a beautiful moonsault right to the ribcage. He goes quickly for the cover.
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But PT powers out after two.
Drake doesn’t get overly discouraged and drops a quick leg to the chest of Merciless as they continue this fast, frenzied pace. He ends up continuing to launch himself with dropkicks to take the man down but they’re not quite as fast…or precise as normal due to the frentic pace they’d been moving at. Sensing this, he catches a slightly staggered PT with a quick german suplex and that drops him down to the mat but he ends up dragging him up again.
Jill Matthews: It looks like he’s going for the trifecta here.
Vince Walters: The Hat Trick.
The crowd begins to count along as the tenacious but fatigued Drake Blake continues to hold that waist as Merciless gets up and starts flailing toward the ropes. The crowd shouts a loud ‘TWO’ as Drake delivers that second german suplex down to the mat and his head bounces off the canvas. A bit of heavy breathing involved by Drake but he continues to hang on with all he’s got as PT again gets up, still dragging himself toward the ropes but Drake finishes it off with the third and the crowd shouts ‘THREE’ on the releasing German and Merciless goes down to the mat.
Jill Matthews: I think we know what he wants to do here.
Drake climbs the ropes about to deliver the Sickening Spiral. Unfortunately, he can’t quite climb the ropes as fast as he’d like to and is breathing heavily. Sensing the opportunity PT gets up quickly and knocks Drake down. The turnbuckle racks the Syck one. The crowd gasps as Pt Merciless then delivers the PT- PLEX and nails it off the top rope!!! And keeps the bridge in tact!!
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Jill Matthews: What an amazing display of technique by PT Merciless in that match weathering the storm and then pulling off the victory.
Vince Walters: It’s a bit of a rope a dope strategy there done a different way and once he saw that he was wore out, he saw his chance and took it.
Tom Davis: Here is you winner PT Merciless!!!!! PT VS DRAKEType1 vs 1Length10 min.WinnerShow LoserShow "SICK" Drake BlakeOutcomeShow PinfallRating31%Crowd Reaction38%Overall Rating35%VS
Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Pittsburgh P.A., weighing in tonight at 285 pounds…The Executioner, Frank Finelli.
As "Bad To The Bone" begins to play over the PA system, Frank Finelli walks out onto the stage. Black and gold spotlights shine down and illuminate him and the ramp leading to the ring. The crowd greets him with mostly boos as he stands there for a moment and smirks at their response to his appearance. He slowly starts to walk down the ramp, the metal plating echos with each step of his boots as they come in contact with the ramp. As he reaches the ringside area he ascends the steps and stands on the apron for a moment and then steps through the ropes and enters the ring. He climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and taunts the crowd as black and gold pyro erupts from the ring posts and into the air.
Jill Matthews: This man seems to be on a bit of a warpath. Targeting Youngblood, giving Aiden the finger and even his vicious assault on everyone in that triple threat.
Vince Walters: He’ll never be a friendly neighbor for anyone, that’s for sure. I kind of like that attitude, though.
Jill Matthews: I’m not surprised in the slightest.
Vince Walters: You’d be more entertaining if you went to frozen hell after Nocturnal won the damn title so your tits get bigger by default.
Tom Davis: And the opponent, from San Antonio, Texas…weighing in tonight at 225 pounds…Father Nathan!
The lights in the arena dim as ‘God’s Gonna Cut You Down’ by Johnny Cash plays over the PA and Father Nathan makes his way out from the back, carrying his cross. He looks over the crowd and takes in their reaction before nodding and making his way down to the ring, setting up his cross to stand on its own as he climbs into the ring and prepares for the fight.
Vince Walters: and here’s a man who is probably thanking God that he’s alive after that vicious hanging by the sociopathic Seth Iser.
Jill Matthews: I doubt he’s close to a hundred percent, but it is great to see him out there. He’s a hell of a wrestler, and wonderful talent who walks to the beat of his own drum…that’s Father Nathan.
Vince Walters: For once we agree, but I think Finelli’s going to expose his ring rust and possible injuries.
The ref calls for the bell and Finelli comes right in and throws a handful of punches to start. The initial onslaught pushes Nathan to the corner out of shock. The ref orders a break but resorts to his count to do so. As soon as Finelli takes that step back to give a break, Nathan comes in with vicious knife edged chops right to the sternum of the Executioner. The crowd woos along in support and a few more chops get the bigger man rocking a little bit.
Jill Matthews: They’re not wasting any time in the slightest! No feeling out process, no talking, nothing. It’s a brawl.
Vince Walters: That’s what we all like to see.
Frank’s chest turns beat red from the precision and viciousness of the chops, but he turns the tide with a boot to the gut and then another hard right hand to drop the preacher down to the canvas. Almost some mounted punches while the ref utilizes his count to get Frank off of Nathan. As soon as he breaks at four, he just gives the ref the finger and then goes back to using his right and left hands to soften up the Preacher even more. Nathan counters out with a headbutt though and that rocks him away for a minute and as Frank recovers, Nathan has stood up and begins firing off a series of European styled uppercuts right to the jaw.
Vince Walters: Not a ton of wrestling moves by either man here even if both are very much capable of doing so.
Jill Matthews: Seems like neither man really wants to give up on that.
Frank counters the European uppercuts with another boot to the gut and some vicious rights though Nathan still answers with pinpoint European Uppercuts right to the jaw and the occasional chop to change things up. After a more violent uppercut gets some space, Frank charges in with a clothesline and it connects right on the throat and Nathan clutches at is slightly weakened appendix and rightfully so.
Jill Matthews: This might get ugly for the Preacher. I still doubt he’s at full swing and that clothesline sort of proved that.
Frank sees his advantage and drags the dazed Nathan up to his feet just to hit a short arm clothesline right on that throat again before dragging him back up and hitting his third clothesline of the match. He debates going for the cover but he ends up spitting toward the crowd instead and they get riled up and start booing the Executioner..
Jill Matthews: Humanitarian of the year right there…
Father Nathan, gasping for a little air pulls himself up by the ropes near the corner but Frank sees the chance and charges in with a running shoulder block, but the craft Nathan drop toe holds Frank so he goes pectoral region first into the ropes. Frank decides not to give the man any space though by pull himself up immediately but the more agile Nathan keeps his distance while still throwing some jabs right to the gut to take the air out of the bigger man.
Jill Matthews: Instincts are still as sharp as ever despite not being in the ring the last couple of weeks.
Vince Walters: That’ll wear anyone out if you get hit there enough.
Frank gets a little bit impatient with the occasional jab he’s receiving and ends up grabbing one of Nathan’s arms and pulls him up close before dropping him down with a spinebuster! The immediate spike of the head causes Father Nathan to whiplash big time and the Executioner immediately goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Nathan kicks out safely after two.
Frank, not deterred, immediately drops the point of his elbow right toward the throat area once, twice…and then a third time before Nathan rolls out and then he drops an elbow to the back of the neck just to be sure.
Jill Matthews: This might not last too much longer if he continues to assault him with that much precision.
Frank sees Nathan not getting up too quickly and sees this as a good time to take a chance. He climbs to the top rope and balances his bigger frame there. Nathan pulls himself up by the ropes and turns around a little groggily to see Finelli leap off for a shoulder block but at the last minute, he makes a sidestep and Finelli bounces off the canvas hard. He gets on his knees clutching at his densely muscled chest and O’Connell launches a shining wizard to the back of the head out of instinct and goes for the quick cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Th—Frank throws Nathan off powerfully.
Jill Matthews: Jesus.
Vince Walters: I think he’s wishing Jesus was alive to help with this match.
Jill Matthews: You can’t say that on television!
Vince Walters: I can say you should titty fuck me on television so what will you do about that?
Nathan looks a bit shocked by the amount of authority he was thrown with and immediately stomps on Frank a couple of times before he gets to his knees and shoves Nathan into the corner. Frank is on his feet but sees an incharging O’Connell coming toward him but he ducks the clothesline attempt by the preacher and then drops him back to the mat with a neckbreaker. Instead of going for the cover, he drops his knee to the throat of him and proceeds to choke the life out of him.
Jill Matthews: That’s as classy as your remarks about any female body part.
Vince Walters: I resent that.
Finelli soon ends up dragging him to his feet to deliever a side Russian leg sweep to continue the pressure on the head and neck area. Instead of a cover, he’s picking the man back up and puts him up for a delayed vertical suplex. The crowd gasps a bit at how long he’s letting him hang there before he finally slinks back and finishes the suplex. After that, he goes for a quick cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR---Nathan kicks out.
Finelli’s temper starts to boil a little bit and he drops another elbow to the throat. Nathan’s starting to bleed a little bit internally after that last combination of attacks.
Jill Matthews: and this is really looking terrible for Nathan. The assaults must have reaggrovated some of the wounds of earlier.
Vince Walters: It’s what a wrestler has to do in there.
Finelli soon signals to the crowd that it’s over and he’s just waiting for the Father to get to his feet. Nathan spits some blood onto the outside before using the ropes to pull himself up. Finelli soon puts on that full nelson that normally leads into his finishing Finelli Buster but Nathan O’Connell has it scouted by fighting back with an elbow right to the point of the nose and the shock of it makes Frank lose his grip. He turns around and sees an onslaughting Finelli but he catches the big man and in a great show of strength, he belly to belly suplexes him to a roar of applause!
Vince Walters: He almost threw him out of the damn ring!
The ref begins the mandatory ten count but neither man stirs too much until the count reaches six. Finelli pulls himself up first, gasping for a little bit of air while the internal injuries of Father Nathan seem to slow him down even more but he also pulls himself up. Finelli launches up a kick to the gut and goes for a DDT, but Nathan spins out, gets behind Frank and drops him with a belly to back suplex now. Soon enough he’s up on his feet and listening to the approval of the crowd as he does that.
Vince Walters: I think his prayer has been answered.
Jill Matthews: No, I think he just used his natural ability to turn the tide.
Both men are back up, Finelli still a little fresher and more aggressive with a charge, but Nathan sidesteps and pushes the big man Frank into the corner sternum first before launching a big splash into the corner. He grimaces a little because of the taste of his own blood but Finelli’s far worse for wear as he clutches at his gut. Nathan then ends up taking the advantage with a big Irish Plex dropping him down to the mat.
Jill Matthews: Now it’s Finelli who is in deep trouble.
Nathan instead waits for the big man to get up and he begins to launch into one of his steadfast boxing combinations right to the gut of Frank. He’s finally driven the air out of Frank and he drops his arms slightly because of the repeated shots to the midsection. Nathan soon begins his Fighting Irish Combination on Frank and by the end of it, Frank is far worse for the ware.
Jill Matthews: I think we know what he’s setting up for.
Father Nathan nods his head and then launches his usual knockout punch right to the jaw of Frank. The big man staggers back but he’s held up by the ropes instead of going down to the mat. He seems just about out of it though so as soon as he staggers back, Nathan ends up dropping him with a Heart Punch to the roar of the crowd! Soon enough, he makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Vince Walters: I’ll be damned.
Tom Davis: Your winner of the match…Father Nathan O’Connell!
Father Nathan gets his arm raised in victory as Frank begins to come to in the ring, slapping the mat weakly in a bit of frustration knowing he had him in that one moment. The crowd beams in approval as Nathan spits out a little more blood and clutches at his throat as he walks out of the ring, proud of his victory but knowing he was just in a fight.
Jill Matthews: Sometimes it’s just not your night. Finelli had a great gameplan, but in that ring today…it just wasn’t ment to be for him and Father Nathan returns to the ring with a victory.
Vince Walters: I gurantee that if they get another crack, Frank will be the one who gets the victory knowing what he knows now.
Jill Matthews: Until then, though…he has an angrier Jake Youngblood to deal with first and he may have even angered Aiden Vaughn and what explosive matches those will be and who knows what Nathan will be aiming for. Only way to find out is wait and see. FRANK VS FATHER NATHANType1 vs 1Length9 min.WinnerShow Father Nathan O'ConnellLoserShow Frank FinelliOutcomeShow PinfallRating37%Crowd Reaction50%Overall Rating43%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Jesse Styles wrote...
Jill Matthews: The NEW cameras caught this earlier this week as the new tag team of Ray Andrews and Hunter Valentyne were invited over for a meal at Apathy’s home.
Vince Walters: This could be interesting. I want to see what happens. Monkeys in the truck take it away.
Now, it was not nervousness at speaking to her because that was one thing they always had, no matter the situation. No, this nervousness was fear for his fucking life.
The worry was about Hunter’s ex fiancee’s cooking. To say she is a shitty cook is an understatement of epic proportions. She is to cooking what Ray Andrews is to wrestling talent. She has been known to burn down entire houses in the process of cooking a meal. The counter proposal was shot down of us eating out and discussing our problems. She wanted to cook, and the knowledge that I was fucked was evident.
Walking to her door was like a prisoner walking that death march to the electric chair. There was no looking to the side to see anything. It was only a trance like state of staring forward and accepting one’s fate. With a deep breath, the doorbell has to be rung on this snowy night. It was the beginning of February, and with the major storm hitting the country the snow was falling. Well, at least when she buried him it would be cold enough that rigamortis would not set in quickly. That was why Ray Andrews came with me.
The doorbell is rang again. Perhaps she was busy concocting the witches brew that would finish Hunter off once and for all. There was no answer to the door, but all the lights were on inside, and the billow from the chimney showed that someone was inside of the house. The door was slightly ajar, so cautiously, his entrance was made. This could be a trap due to her anger with Hunter. Apathy was not exactly the most stable bitch on the planet.
Apathy: I am in here, Hunter!”
Hunter: Ray, this is gong to be a long ass night. Come on and enjoy the torture.
Ray Andrews: Her cooking cannot be that bad, Hunter
Hunter: Wanna bet?
My first instinct was to wonder if she needed surgery on her nostrils not to smell that horrific scent emanating from the kitchen. But then, she was not the most well adjusted female to ever exist. Into her room the journey took them, and there were fucking blankets everywhere. They were built up into some sort of hut it would appear. This was an odd way to begin their so called reconciliation.
Hunter: Apathy, what in the holy fuck are you doing?
Apathy: Hunter, I am so glad you could make it on a night like this. I thought you might postpone due to the weather. Seeing as it is snowing and cold I am building a blanket fort to keep me safe from the cold. It is working too because I am toasty warm.”
FUCK! You mean this torture could have been avoided by calling her and blaming the weather. GOD DAMN IT! She would have to learn that his career is all about him, and there is no room in it for a tag team partner or a girlfriend for that matter. The time for people abandoning Hunter was over.
Hunter: Apathy, you are supposed to be cooking dinner.
Apathy: Ahhhhh Shit. I knew something smelt good.
Smelled good? Holy fuck not only is this bitch totally Looney Tunes, but she has no sense of smell. She hurried off to the kitchen which miraculously is still standing upright. There is a constant dripping into a pan that could drive even the most patient person on Earth crazy. She was blissfully unaware of the stench. Before she could properly answer, the smoke alarm went the fuck off. That was a warning for me to get the fuck out of there, but then I would be totally screwed in this type of situation. I had no choice but to stay and accept my death.
Hunter: Apathy, you do realize that the smoke alarm is not a timer, right? It is okay to take that shit off of the burner before it smokes to the point the alarm goes off.
Lizzy: Hunter, shut the hell up. I am a great cook.
Hunter: Lizzy, you are a great cook like Johnny Styles is a great linguist. I am sure if he ever tried to be an English professor someone would tell him he sucked at it as much as I am telling you that you suck as a cook. The saying "when it is smoking, it is cooking, and when it is black, it is done" was not meant to be a cooking aid.
Apparently, we were having fajitas as the empty package was there as evidence, but the shit that was in the pan looked nothing like fajitas. It looked like someone took a shit in a pan and called it good. Actually, it smelt like shit too, and there was no problem giving her a little shit over the botch. Her cooking is like Andrews trying to put on a wrestling hold.
Hunter: Lizzy, I realize you wanted to cook for me and probably to poison my ass. Here we need to get rid of that shit right fucking now. We need to keep the Earth safe from your culinary ‘skills,’ so others might not perish.
For the first time ever, humanity was done a favor by Hunter’s hand. The handle of the pan was hot, but nothing was going to stop him from throwing this shit away. With a swift maneuver, the contents of the pot were dumped summarily into the trash. Seeing as the pan was totally fucked up, the pan was tossed in there soon afterward.
What occurred next was a shock even to them. The liner of the trash can was starting to give way. This shit was so toxic it was eating through the liner and was making its way to the plastic of the trash can. Of course this was something that could not be passed up.
Hunter and Ray Andrews: ITS ALIVE! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!”
Apathy was not thrilled by their humor which is not exactly the first time. She knew they had serious shit to talk about, but that was going to be when dinner was over. Now, the concoction from her stove was threatening to run amuck. Before either of us knew what happened, the door was destroyed by an axe. It was the firemen coming to survey the apparent damage.
Fireman: Ma'am, what the hell happened here? We could see the billowing smoke coming from your apartment.
Of course Hunter’s asshole and smartass ways could not allow this one to slip by ignored. A smile crept across Hunter’s features as she was warning him off with her eyes. There was no way that warning was going to be obediently followed.
Hunter: Seriously, Lizzy. Are these guys on call every time you try to cook something? Because if they are not, they should be. Maybe they could have a hotline, so they are aware of the imminent danger to all around you. I mean, inhaling your second hand smoke is worse than tobacco smokers'.
Fireman: Sir, this was the result of someone cooking?
Hunter: To call what she does cooking is an insult to cooks everywhere. No, what she was doing is burning the shit out of some food. Maybe we could call all shitty cooks around the world Apathies.
Fireman: Sir, how do you propose to dispose of the waste?
Hunter: Well, I ain’t touching that shit. It is eating through two layers of fucking plastic. You are the one with the fire retardant gloves on. You handle it.
Fireman: Sir, I do not think my gloves can handle something as toxic as that. We might need to call a toxic waste team in here and seal off the area.
Hunter: I can tell you the world would thank you if you sealed off Apathy’s kitchen forever.
Lizzy: Fuck off, Hunter.
Hunter: Jesus, just think if I would have eaten that shit. That is attempted murder right there.
Fireman: Sir, would you like to press charges?”
Hunter: No, it was a crime of ignorance.
At this point, Andrews, who had been quiet most of the night, decided to intervene. He saw an opening, and he pulled Hunter aside to speak to him. Hunter was nodding in agreement as KOP continued away from the others.
KOP: Look, Hunter we need a third for World War X, and this is the perfect chance to get that. Apathy would be perfect for our team to win the whole thing. The job squad…err Unstable is not worth a shit we all know that. Put Apathy on our squad, and we will win this thing for sure.
Hunter: What do you propose?
KOP: Let's agree to press charges for attempted murder and tell her that we drop the charges if she joins our team. Simple blackmail man.
Hunter: See, I told you eventually you would get a good idea. Your ass was due.
KOP: Fuck off Hunter.
Just as the fun was continuing to escalate, another group of men burst in the door. They had a stomach pump with them to help to save my life. Damned good thing I hired these tools.
Fireman: Move back, ma'am. This man has been poisoned.”
Hunter: Relax, assholes. I was not dumb enough to eat something she cooked. This is not the first time fireman have been called after one of her culinary disasters.
Fireman: Okay, ALL CLEAR!”
Hunter: I have…
KOP: We…
Hunter: Yeah, we have decided to file charges against Elizabeth Deveroux for attempted homicide. The only way we drop these charges is if she joins our team for World War X.
Lizzy: You have got to be kidding me.
KOP: Take her away and don’t let her cook anything. Definitely not kitchen duty.
Hunter: Good one, Ray.
Lizzy: SO, if I agree to join your little team for World War X then you drop the charges?
KOP: SEE? And Hunter you said she was not quick.
Hunter: Fuck you, Ray.
Lizzy: I agree. Now, get these damned cuffs off of me.
Hunter: Officer, can you gag her?
Officer: She might eat through the gag.
Hunter: Good point.
Lizzy: Fuck you all!
The scene fades to black as the announcers are sitting there wondering what all of this means.
Jill Matthews: Hunter is a dick. Honor Amongst Thieves are a bunch of assholes.
Vince Walters: They got the job done, sweet tits. Now, shut up and suck.
Jill Matthews: ASSHOLE! A MEAL AT APATHYSTypeTwo man segmentLength7 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating65%Crowd Reaction77%Overall Rating71%VS
Tom Davis: And first to the ring, Elizabeth Devereux!!!
The sound of a vintage picture reel began to click and pop, the screen illuminating up counting down like a picture show. The pops, scratches, nicks and debris covered the screen, the numbers counting down, 5...4....3....2....1....as the reel continued, the screaming sounds of Lizzy Hale tore through the arena and the melody and guitar began to pick up. On the screen, a barrage of action shots from Apathy's career, centred and fixated, like an old film would. As the arena went down, red and white lights bathing the fans in a sea of colour, Elizabeth emerged, arms held high, a smirk on her face, the boos chorusing from the rafters to the front row. Eyes closed, she sucked it all in, as the haunting sounds of "I Miss the Misery" filled the arena and surrounded her.
##Ohhh, I miss the misery!
##I've been a mess since you stayed,
##I've been a wreck since you changed,
##Don't let me get in your way,
##I miss the lies and the pain,
##The fights that keep us awake-ake-ake
##I'm tellin you!
She took her time down the ramp, egging on those who stood opposing her and spouting off insults of her own, laughing at the crowds and waving them off, dismissively. She rolled into the ring, and ran to the far corner, thrusting her fist into the air and sending a hand sign with her free hand, to her daughter at home.
##I miss the bad things,
##The way you hate me,
##I miss the screaming,
##The way that you blame me!
##Miss the phone calls,
##When it's your fault,
##I miss the late nights,
##Don't miss you at all!
##I like the kick in the face,
##And the things you do to me!
##I love the way that it hurts!
##I don't miss you, I miss the misery!
With the crowd throwing some debris in the ring, she hopped down the turnbuckle and ran to the other on the far side, again throwing her fists into the air, a smug, cocky, careless look on her face, taunting at the crowd, working them up.
##Just know that I'll make you hurt,
##(I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me)
##When you tell me you'll make it worse
##(I'd rather fight all night than watch the TV)
##I hate that feelin inside
##You tell me how hard you'll try
##But when we're at our worst
##I miss the misery
Tom Davis: And her opponent, Valora!!
The arena darkens and 'Prayer' by Disturbed plays over the PA as Valora walks up to the entryway, wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled up. Pausing a moment before she pulls her hood down, she basks in the reaction of the crowd accepting cheers and giving the crowd the finger when they boo her. She points to her opponent in the ring and drags her thumb across her throat and makes her way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, coming to her feet and making her way to her corner, preparing for the matchup.
Elizabeth connects with a swift right punch to the side of Valora’s head, fazing her, but not grounding her. Elizabeth opts to try again, this time with her left hand, throwing another punch at Valora. This time, however, Valora blocks the punch and grabs Elizabeth’s wrist, pushing down on it and creating pressure on the joint. She slowly falls to her knees, struggling to push back, but the power is too much for her.
Valora stands in all her glory keeping her grip locked, smiling at her plaything which is now Elizabeth. Valora’s rage all flows to her shaking foot and as she screams out in hate, a kick straight into the face of Elizabeth stuns the crowd.
Jill Matthews: Jesus Christ! That kick looked stiff!”
Vince Walters: Who cares?
Valora takes a small step back allowing Elizabeth, whose head is hanging from fatigue, to regain a sense of where she is. Yet, to show remorse is to show weakness and Valora refuses to be weak, ploughing into Elizabeth with yet another kick right when her former friend lifts her head. This time, Elizabeth’s head snaps back quickly prompting Valora to release Elizabeth’s wrist. However, Valora mounts Elizabeth right after, knocking her head against the canvas repeatedly. Finally, the referee interjects, pulling the angry Valora off of her opponent.
The referee starts the count but Valora makes moves toward Elizabeth, who is now on all fours struggling to rise. About an inch away from Elizabeth’s seemingly broken body, Valora reaches down to pick up her victim, but is surprised to see Elizabeth hop up and shock the world with a super kick. Valora bounces back against the ropes in a haze, sending her right back to the now standing former PCW World Heavyweight Champion. Elizabeth hops up onto Valora’s shoulders, flying through the air and bringing her down over the ropes with a stunning hurricanrana. Valora falls onto the ringside mats while Elizabeth hangs on to the ropes with her legs, propping herself back up into the ring. The assault was about to begin.
Elizabeth leans on the ropes, mind wandering, glancing between her fallen adversary and the other side of the ring. Calculating distance, Elizabeth performed a practice run against the ropes, turning it into a somersault just to annoy the fans with her stalling. Once again she turns to the battered woman, smiling through her teeth and spitting on her body. Walking backwards, Elizabeth flies against the ropes with fierce tenacity and runs toward where Valora lay, hopping on top of the upper rope and diving onto Valora with a corkscrew plancha. Elizabeth rolls off of Valora’s body following the move, holding her midsection in pain.
Jill Matthews: It looks as if that excellent manoeuvre hurt Elizabeth just about as much as it hurt Valora.
Vince Walters: Listen, Elizabeth can fly around like a retarded midget all she wants, it won’t help her. This is a Last Woman Standing match.
Still outside the ring, Elizabeth lifts Valora up and grabs her by the wrist this time around. Locking up with her other arm, Elizabeth begins to swing around and release, sending Valora into the guardrail with an Irish Whip. Valora collapses to her knees following the connection with the steel while Elizabeth runs forward and leaps off of Valora’s own back, landing on top of the guardrail in front of the fans live at the NEW Arena. Not looking back at all, Elizabeth once again leaps, this time with a splash. Paying the price for her not paying attention, Elizabeth connects with the bare ground as a revived Valora rolls out of the way. Elizabeth rolls over onto her back grasping for air, Valora crawling back onto the ring apron and answering Elizabeth’s attack with an aerial Cross body Frog Splash.
Vince Walters: Oh my god!
Valora gets up slowly off of Elizabeth’s body, grabbing her still laid out opponent by the straps of her bra and rolling her into the ring. Elizabeth now lies inside of the ring, slightly bleeding from the left side of her face, while Valora runs around the ring rallying the fans.
Vince Walters: The referee goes for the count.
1……………………………..2…………………………….3…………………………….4……………..She stood up and rolled into the ring. Valora climbs back into the ring where an angry Elizabeth waits. Now the two women are right back where they started, exchanging punches and inflating egos. This time around, Valora strikes first with closed fist punches, knocking Elizabeth’s frail frame around the ring. Standing there dazed and confused, Valora leaps forward with a flying lariat. Elizabeth, showing her intellect, ducks and Valora rolls over her back. Not to be outdone, before Valora hits the ground she grabs Elizabeth from under the legs and slams her down on the mat.
Jill Matthews: Nice.
Elizabeth moves in, grabbing Valora by the neck and slamming her up against the turnbuckle. But Valora rakes the eyes and slides out and down, under Elizabeth's legs and up behind her. Valora quickly locks in a sleeper hold as the crowd begins to boo. Elizabeth grabs the ropes. Elizabeth rams her head backwards, catching Valora in the temple with the head butt and sends her reeling. Elizabeth shoots back with a series of elbows and then tosses Valora into the ropes. Valora ducks the clothesline attempt and returns with an arm bar and works to lock it in. Both wrestlers go down to the mat, and Elizabeth uses her upper body strength to power out of the hold, but Valora moves quickly up and around and slaps on a cross face submission hold. Using her legs to hold Elizabeth's arms away from the ropes, the referee leans down to ask Elizabeth if she will submit.
Vince Walters: This is a Last Woman Standing match, why is he checking?
Elizabeth grimaces and leans into Valora's hold, then rolls up and over it to break the hold. Elizabeth climbs to her feet faster than Valora, and brings a boot down into Valora's skull. Valora bounces on the mat, coughing blood as Elizabeth pushes the referee to one side and continues stomping down on her opponent's head. Bringing Valora up with one hand, Elizabeth pops Valora in the head and locks in a double arm bar. Valora screams and twists to break free, but Elizabeth has the submission hold tightly locked and Valora finds herself unable to break free. Shaking her head to clear it, Valora pops out her shoulder and twists, bringing up the boot and nails Elizabeth over the eye with one stiff kick. Elizabeth lets go of the hold and stumbles backwards as Valora snaps her loose arm back into joint. Moving forward quickly, Valora hits a running lariat that forces Elizabeth out of the ring and down to the concrete floor below.
Jill Matthews: Now don't tell me that don't hurt?
Vince Walters: The ladies of the NEW are tough, not just for eye candy for perves to look at man.
Jill Matthews: Sorry did you just say something constructive?
Valora flips herself over the top rope in a flying splash, but is caught by Elizabeth on the outside and rammed, back first, into the steel turnbuckle. Valora screams in pain and collapses on the ground. Elizabeth grabs a chair from ringside, but Elizabeth tosses the chair aside and it clatters to the ground. Elizabeth picks up Valora and launches her back into the ring under the bottom rope, then slowly climbs in after her. Valora holds her arm, still in pain over popping it out of joint and then being rammed into the steel. Elizabeth, seeing the weakness, grabs the injured arm and snaps it into a clothesline that takes Valora onto the mat. On her back Valora kicks up with hard boots, but Elizabeth struggles to avoid them and drives a knee into Valora's injured arm.
Jill Matthews: She’s got to be hurting.
Vince Walters: But I didn't say anything?
Elizabeth rolls to one side, but is not fast enough to avoid another wild kick from Valora that catches her in the nose and causes her to stumble back into the ropes. Elizabeth is dazed, and Valora her arm is still limp and loose, moves in and hooks in a neck bar. Elizabeth screams in pain, but is able to quickly hook the ropes and shoves her off. Valora, gasping for breath, can see herself running out of time... unable to take the match to the mat she is slowly but surely losing the battle to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth comes off the ropes and grabs Valora into a full nelson hold. Working to bring it into a dragon suplex, Valora hooks the leg and moves down, blocking the hold. Undaunted, Elizabeth and Valora meet in a reverse hand lock up, but Valora is able to slip away and slams Elizabeth with another of her stiff kicks to the side of the head. Valora, frantic now, uses heavy chops with her strong arm to work away at the back, shoulders, neck and finally the chest of Elizabeth. Valora moves closer and attempts to slap on a double chicken wing hold, leaping onto Elizabeth's back for more leverage. But Elizabeth falls backwards, slamming back onto the mat and crushing Valora beneath her. But Valora does not let go of the hold, and both women roll toward the ropes, through them, and crash down onto the floor. Valora is up first dragging Elizabeth to her feet, she goes to hit a power bomb but is unable to pick her up due to her injured arm.
Vince Walters: Good thinking from Elizabeth, take out one of Valora's arms and that cuts out most of her offence.
Valora rolls Elizabeth back into the ring and starts laying in the boots to her. She pulls her up and slaps her straight in the face and spits in the face of Elizabeth, locking it in place she hits a big time DDT. Elizabeth's face just smashes into the mat. Valora just looks pissed off from all the damage done to her by Elizabeth she pulls her back to her feet once again and hits another big time DDT, she stands there thinking about pinning an evil grin crosses her face as she drags up Elizabeth once again, Elizabeth reverses it and DDT's Valora to the mat. She climbs to the top turnbuckle and signals for a big time move. She launches herself head first towards Elizabeth but misses. Both are down in the ring.
Vince Walters: What’s the referee doing?
Jill Matthews: He’s got to count both of them.
The referee begins the count....................1.................2...............3.................4................
Vince Walters: Nobody is moving.
……………….5.................6................7..................
Jill Matthews: Both are moving slightly.
……………..8...................Both lift their bodies up.
Jill Matthews: How are they doing that?
9..............Elizabeth has slowly got to her feet as the referee counts out Valora. Then Elizabeth crashes down next to her.
Vince Walters: This was an amazing wrestling match from two excellent competitors.
Jill Matthews: Wait, something’s going on in the ring.
Elizabeth and Valora are talking in the ring but it can’t be picked up outside the ring. Both of them are using the ropes to stand up. Valora, using her good arm raises Elizabeth’s arm as the crowds cheer.
Jill Matthews: Great sportsmanship.
They embrace as EMT’s make their way down the ramp way.
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We cut backstage where we see Jesse coming out of his locker room with an evil smile on his face and we see the shadow of three others. Jesse now walks down the hall way wearing black jeans, a black sleeveless shirt and black boots. We then shift back inside the arena to Jill and Vince.
Vince: Jesse had a sinister smile on his face that means exciting things.
Jill Mathews: What was with the shadow of like three people?
Vince Walters: Could of been his assistants he has many.
Jill Mathews: I doubt that but in any event it's MAIN EVENT TIME BABY!
Vince Walters: Yes it is we have the midget LA Kief taking on the well Insane one Nocturnal who is far from a midget and to top it all off my favorite boss in the world is special ref for this world title match.
Jill Mathews: Kiss ass.....
Tom Davis: The following is schduled for one fall and is for the NEW WORLD TITLE!!! First introducing from the future here is the challenger LA KIEF!!!
Vince Walters: The future really?
Jill Mathews: Hey leave poor Kief alone this is his big shot!
Vince Walters: It's going to be an epic fail.
LA Kiefs strange theme plays and out walks the fat man him self down the isle way literally skipping down the isle way with a big smile on his face. The fans in Chicago are giving him a pretty good reaction and as Kief reaches ringside he see's Vince Walters and blows a kiss in his direction then rolls inside the ring putting his arms up in the air causing his big gut to show.
Vince Walters: I'm going to vomit.
Jill Mathews: Aw he blew you a kiss.
Tom Davis: Now introducing the NEW EDGE WORLD CHAMPION here is the Saddistic Bastard NOCTURNAL!!!
The arena goes black.
The crowd, in warbled 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: "You’re 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. A figure can be seen on the other side of the flames; he is dressed in black robes with the hood pulled up.
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.
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 seems to just emerge from the billowing smoke and he slowly walks towards the ring ignoring the cheers from the crowd. Nocturnal, dressed in a "Sadistic Bastard" 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.
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 ignoring the cheers of the crowd and roars as pyros explode behind him.
Vince Walters: This man is huge in comparison to Kief I mean this is such a mismatch it's not even funny.
Jill Mathews: Kief's got a big heart!
Vince Walters: It won't nearly be enough.
Jill Mathews: I believe in Kief.
Vince Walters: Great do you believe in the tooth fairy too?
Jill Mathews: Shut up!
The lights dim a little as blue and red spot lights hit the top of the entrance.
Tom Davis: And, now introducing the special guest ref for tonights main event he is the majority owner of the NEW. HERE IS THE HYPE JESSE STYLES!!
^^^^^THIS IS WAR^^^^^^^^
By thirty seconds to mars plays and out walks Jesse Styles out onto the rampway getting a very very mixed reaction from his hometown fans. Jesselooks around at some of them and just shakes his head. He then walks down the isle way with that once again cold look on his face as he walks up the steel ring steps and climbs into the ring demanding a microphone as soon as he gets in the ring. Tom Davis is quick to hand him the microphone and before Jesse speaks he demands Nocturnal hands his world title to the time keeper. Finally Nocturnal does so and now Jesse puts the mic to his mouth.
Jesse Styles: Well let's get this out of the way first. Nocturnal I hate your guts and Kief I hate your guts. So this main event match well I am going to climb out of this ring grab me a damned chair drink me a damned beer out of my cooler sitting over there and well I will ref from there. Now if there is a pin fall or submission maybe I'll rush back into the ring who knows. Oh and Chicago Illinois nice to see you all to now ring the damned bell.
DING!!!!
The bell rings and Jesse does exactly what he said he was going to do. He rolls outside the ring sitting down in a chair and opening one of his signature budwiser bottled beers. He begins drinking it slowly while Nocturnal and Kief kind of size each other up. Nocturnal smiles at Kief holding his hand out signaling how short Kief is in comparison to him. Kief starts to look a little irritated actually as Nocturnal then makes fun of Kief's big gut. That was enough for Kief for with a head full of steam LA KIEF runs at Nocturnal almost trying to ram him like a bull but Nocturnal got his left boot up in the air and Kief runs right into it. Kief is down and now Nocturnal is ready to go on the attack and that's exactly what he begins to do with multiple stomps to the body of Kief then a big elbow drop to the heart of Kief who has now turned onto his back. Suddenly we hear KIef screaming "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!" Nocturnal looks a little taken back as Kief rises to his feet and now Kief charges towards Nocturnal again sending multiple fast like knee thrusts into the gut of Nocturnal barely facing Noc but still kind of catching Nocturnal off guard. Kief quickly stomps on the right foot of Nocturnal and then his left foot. Nocturnal now just looks a bit irritated by this as Kief suddenly rakes at Nocturnals eyes!!! This has Nocturnal off guard now and Kief backs up a few steps RUNNING NUT SHOT!!! KIEF CONNECTS!!!! DOWN GOES NOCTURNAL!!!! Kief celebrates a bit and looks over at Jesse who just shrugs his shoulders. Kief breathes easy after seeing Jesse wasn't going to disqualify him for that. Now Kief bounces off the ropes and BIG SPLASH ONTO NOCTURNAL!!!
Kief doesn't go for the pin though obviously he doesn't think it will be enough to keep Nocturnal down. Kief goes out onto the ring apron and very slowly climbs up to the top turnbuckle however by the time he gets up there Nocturnal has gotten to his feet!!! Nocturnal reaches up grabbing Kief by his throat and CHOKE SLAMMING HIM DOWN TO THE MAT!!!
Jill Mathews: Kief was in control! He almost had Nocturnal there!
Vince Walters: Oh please Nocturnal had to recover from that stupid nut shot that's all and now he is back in full control.
Jill Mathews: Kief is giving it his all that's all anyone could ask Vince.
Vince Walters: Well yay for him.
Jill Mathews: What's Nocturnal doing here?
Vince Walters: Well he just punched Kief in the face multiple times so many in fact Kief's left eye is beginning to swell.
Jill Mathews: I thought this was spouse to be a wrestling match?
Vince Walters: Well Jesse isn't stopping it so it must be anything goes.
Jill Mathews: Shocked I am that Jesse isn't stopping it he wants to see these two kill each other.
Vince Walters: Well yeah.
Jill Mathews: Oh my Nocturnal just dropped Kief with a tbone suplex and Kief is hurting now. Oh boy Nocturnal is quickly bringing Kief back to his feet and punching Kief again in the face now swelling up Kief's other eye come on Jesse make him stop this!
Vince Walters: Well it does look like Jesse's beer is almost done so maybe he will stand up atleast.
Jill Mathews: Wait look at Kief he just shoved Nocturnal off him and rammed his head into the chest of Nocturnal knocking Nocturnal back! Kief is going to do it again like the bull he is here he goes and RAMS INTO NOC again knocking Noc off his feet! Way to go Kief!
Vince Walters: Uh aren't you always lecturing me about being unbiased?
Jill Mathews: Hey Kief is the major underdog here I can't help my self and look at Kief another big SPLASH!! And, now he is going for the cover!!
Vince Walters: Well Jesse hasn't quite finished his beer it would seem because he's holding one finger up.
Kief gets up to his feet all swollen and screams at Jesse this causes Jesse to literally flick Kief off. Jesse then grabs a microphone after finishing his beer as Kief was just about to climb out the ring apron to get to Jesse.
Kief tells Jesse to just shut up and call this match fair Jesse just glares at Kief and Nocturnal is now to his feet turning Kief around HANGING BRAIN BUSTER!!! Kief is down and now Nocturnal is glaring at Jesse who has sat back down and places the microphone on his lap. Nocturnal finally turns his attention away from Jesse and towards Kief who is STANDING UP!!! Nocturnal looks at Kief a bit puzzled as Kief beats his chest multiple times like he's freaking the ultimate warrior! Nocturnal and Kief meet in the center of the ring and exchange blows Kief blocks a right hand from Nocturnal and kicks at Noc's right knee then at his left knee causing Noc to hunch down a bit and SUPER KICK TO THE FACE OF NOC FROM KIEF!!! Nocturnal is down and Kief is holding his hands up signaling for a PRESS SLAM! Kief brings Nocturnal to his feet and with all his might he tries to lift Nocturnal he actually gets him up in the air but then loses his grip and Nocturnal falls on top of Kief!! Noc then rolls off Kief and slowly gets back to his feet bringing Kief back up with him. DEATH VALLEY DRIVER TO KIEF!!! NOCTURNAL LAYS KIEF OUT!!! Noc however doesn't go for the pin instead he climbs up to the top turnbuckle and SENTON BOMB!!! NO!!! NO!!! Kief moved!!! Kief moved!!! Now both men are down and Jesse on the outside just stood up and yawned.
Jesse Styles: You know this is kind of boring me so I am officiallly making this match an Anything Goes Match but the pin fall or submission must happen inside the ring.
Jill Mathews: What a shock there.
Vince Walters: Jesse is just trying to give the people something exciting.
Jill Mathews: We where seeing exciting with the normal match it had me on the edge of my seat!
Vince Walters: Hey woman what the boss says goes.
Jill Mathews: Don't call me woman.
Jesse reaches under the ring tossing a couple of tables into the ring, a few chairs and even a sledge hammer. He then rolls him self into the ring and leans against one of the corner turnbuckles. Nocturnal sits up and gets to his feet while Kief struggles to his feet. Nocturnal grabs Kief and SKIN SHEREDER THROUGH A TABLE!!! Kief is out of it and Nocturnal is about to make the pin fall but WAIT!!! IT'S AURORA DEADWOOD!! She has snuck into the ring and LOW BLOWS NOCTURNAL FROM BEHIND!! Jesse walks over towards Aurora and Miss Deadwood tries to kiss him all over again but Jesse HEAD BUTTS HER!!! Aurora falls to the mat and Jesse rolls her out of the ring. Now he see's Kief getting to his feet and Jesse goes back to the corner leaning up against it once again. Kief pulls Nocturnal to his feet hitting several body shots to weaken Nocturnal and then hits an impressive drop kick to Nocturnal sending Nocturnal onto the other table!!! Kief see's his shot here and climbs up the turnbuckle and FAT MAN FLYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE LANDS ON NOCTURNAL AND NOC CRASHES THREW THE TABLE!!! Kief due to the impact rolled off Nocturnal and now begins to crawl towards the body of Nocturnal as the fans urge him on. Jesse looks interested now as he is hovering around them both. Kief finally makes the cover on Nocturnal and Jesse gets down to make the COUNT!!
ONE.....
TWO....
THREE!!!!
Jill Mathews: MY GOD KIEF DID IT!!! HE DID IT!!!!
Kief stands up almost in tears jumping up and down but Jesse has yet to signal for the bell. Kief notices this and see's Jesse holding up two fingers. Kief screams at Jesse NO!!!!! Jesse nods it was two. Kief is beside him self as he see's Nocturnal slowly getting to his feet now. Kief flicks Jesse off and waits as Nocturnal gets to his feet KIef runs at Nocturnal attempting a flying cross body but Nocturnal catches him dropping him down to the mat and THE MELTDOWN!!!!!!! NOCTURNAL HITS HIS MELTDOWN!! He makes the pin attempt and Jesse makes the count!!!
ONE....
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING!!
DING!!
Jill Mathews: OH horse shit! Kief won that match.
Vince Walters: No I saw the shoulder come up Jill you just want Kief to have won that match.
Jill Mathews: This stinks.
Tom Davis: Here is your winner and still the New Edge World Champion NOCTURNAL!!!
MAIN EVENT WORLD TITLE MATCH SPECIAL REF JESSE STYLES!Type1 vs 1Length12 min.WinnerShow NocturnalLoserShow L.A. KiefOutcomeShow PinfallRating51%Crowd Reaction62%Overall Rating56%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Jesse gets the belt from the time keeper and hands it to Nocturnal he even raises Nocturnals right arm in the air this has caused a confused look on the face of Nocturnal.
Vince Walters: Maybe Jesse hated Kief more.
Jill Mathews: Jesse Styles is a son of a bitch yeah I said it.
Vince Walters: Oh please becareful I don't care to be caling matches with Clark Benson again.
Jill Mathews: WAIT A MINUTE LOOK!
As Jesse was holding up the arm of Nocturnal KOP AND HUNTER VALENTYNE came through the crowd and attack Nocturnal!!!!! Jesse smiles as they begin kicking the ever living crap out of Nocturnal!! KOP stands Noc up and drops him with a SPINE BUSTER ONTO WHAT WAS LEFT OF ONE OF THE TABLES!! KOP now stands Nocturnal up again and Hunter grabs him VALENTYME!!!! Down goes the world champion again!!!! Suddenly SETH ISER COMES RUNNING DOWN THE ISLE WAY NOW!!
Jill Mathews: HERE COMES NOC'S BACK UP!
Vince Walters: He is quite the back up but wait what the hell!!! THE LIGHTS JUST WENT OUT!!
As the lights come back on Seth is seen standing outside the ring and looks around and as he looks he see's Hazard standing behind him!!!!
Jill Mathews: MY GOD MONSTER MEET MONSTER!!
Vince Walters: LOOK OUT JILL!!!
HAZARD CHOKE SLAMS SETH ISER THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!! He then steps into the ring as Hunter and KOP have held Nocturnal up for Jesse and HYPE KICK!!! Nocturnal drops to the mat again as Jesse draped the NEW World title over the chest of the downed Nocturnal and smiles. LA Kief begins to struggle to his feet and HALF PAST DEAD HAZARD LEVELS KIEF WITH HIS HALF PAST DEAD!!! KIEF MIGHT BE DEAD!!!
Now Jesse calls for a microphone again as He,Hunter,KOP and Hazard stand in the middle of the together.
Jesse Styles: What you people are looking at right here in the ring is people I signed to be apart of my STYLES MAFIA! They are the enforcers of my NEW EDGE WRESTLING so anyone out there that wants to get out of line with me you get to deal with them and what a team they are. Ladies and gentlemen the Styles Mafia is here and here to make sure shit runs smoothly in my federation. Nocturnal, Kief, Seth and even you Aurora have all been placed on notice that also goes out to the rest of this fed that dares step out of line with me! Now don't even bother cutting to Jill and Vince. This is my show and I will say goodnight and see you next week on Ignite!
With those words the show fades to black.
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