Post by Styles on Mar 12, 2013 14:39:58 GMT -5
Jill Matthews: Hello and welcome to Tension in Texas!
Vince Walters: And we sure have some tension in the building tonight and for once it’s not sexual. Well maybe with L.A. Kief it is.
Jill Matthews: What an epic show we have lined up for you.
Vince Walters: You’ve got that right! Not only are we guaranteed to crown a new world champion but we have the TA, X-Core and Youngblood championships up for grabs. It’s like Christmas in here!
Jill Matthews: Speaking of Christ, our first match promises to be interesting as the good Christian Father Nathan takes on the evil Seth Iser. Tom Davis take it away…
Tom Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Tension in Texas! Our opening match is a dog collar match between good and evil. Introducing first, weighing in at 225 pounds, from Dublin, Ireland…Father Nathan.
The arena lights turn to complete darkness as nothing but the lights of fans cell phones can be seen. After a few moments of silence, the eerie “"God's Gonna Cut you Down" by Johnny Cash begins to play. A tall shadowy figure can be seen standing at the top of the entrance ramp as they fans begin to scream. The lights fade back to reveal Father Nathan kissing his trademark cross. The fans go wild for Father Nathan as they hold up banners with the cross symbol.
Vince Walters: Wow the fans really are into God around here.
Jill Matthews: That’s because Father Nathan lives in San Antonio.
Vince Walters: If he lives in Texas, why is he taking so long to get to the ring?
Father Nathan slowly makes his way down the ramp. He stops at the bottom and has a short prayer before entering the ring. He takes off his cross and hands it to Tom Davis for safekeeping.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, weighing in at 260 from Morgantown, West Virginia… Seth Iser.
The lights dim as "Gehenna" by Slipknot begins to play. Seth Iser wastes no time in appearing on the entranceway. The crowd boo as he Seth Iser strolls down the ramp. He stops at the bottom and mirrors Father Nathan’s crucifix pose. Father Nathan shakes his head and beckons him in, to which Iser obliges and rolls under the bottom rope.
Jill Matthews: Seth Iser is 35 pounds heavier than Father Nathan. I reckon the weight advantage is going to give him a huge advantage.
Vince Walters: Kaya Blain would have been good in this match. It’s a shame she left.
Referee Joshua Clarkson places the dog collar round Father Nathan’s neck and locks it in. Seth Iser instantly grabs the chain and pulls Father Nathan towards him before hitting him with an uppercut to his nose. Father Nathan’s nose is already bleeding as Joshua Clarkson attempts to put the collar round Seth Iser’s neck. Iser ignores the novice referee and wraps the chain round Father Nathan’s neck and uses it to strangle him. Iser drags Nathan round the ring and stamps on Father Nathan’s face. Father Nathan’s face is bright red as he struggles for air.
Jill Matthews: The match hasn’t even started yet! How is this fair?
Vince Walters: Iser is like a dog chewing a bone, he just won’t let go.
Clarkson intervenes and threatens to disqualify Iser unless he puts the dog collar on. Eventually, Iser puts the collar round his own neck as Clarkson locks it on. Clarkson checks both collars and signals for the bell to ring.
Jill Matthews: The match is finally underway but Seth Iser has already inflicted more than enough damage.
Vince Walters: Life’s a bitch sometimes!
Jill Matthews: Are you going to be like this all night? It’s becoming REALLY irritating.
Vince Walters: Calm down, don't terrier self up about it!
Father Nathan desperately tries to regain some air but he gets no rest bite as Iser pulls him towards him and hits him with a short-arm clothesline. Father Nathan hits the floor as Iser once more wraps the chain round Father Nathan’s neck and resumes choking him out. Referee Clarkson counts to ten and forces Iser to release the hold. Iser ignores him and carries on choking him anyway as once again Father Nathan’s face looks like it’s going to explode. Clarkson threatens to disqualify Iser if he continues to ignore him. Iser gets up and remonstrates with the referee who backs away appearing intimidated.
Vince Walters: Iser is not happy; he’s telling the referee to come rover here.
Jill Matthews: Iser is breaking every rule in the book.
Vince Walters: Maybe he needs obedience lessons…
Jill Matthews: Maybe you need to shut the fuck up.
Vince Walters: Well that put me in my place…or should I say kennel.
Iser continues to intimidate the referee who backs away into the corner. As the arguing continues, Nathan manages to scramble to his feet and catches Iser unaware, taking him down with a Russian Legsweep. Nathan quickly gives Iser a taste of his own medicine as he wraps the chain around his neck and locks him in a Dragon Sleeper.
Jill Matthews: Iser shouldn’t have turned his back on his opponent like that.
Vince Walters: Yeah, it allowed Father Nathan to take him from behind…doggy style.
Jill Matthews: Please remember Father Nathan is a Catholic priest and shouldn’t be disrespected like that.
Vince Walters: I can say whatever I want…Mother Teresa is a slut…see?
The referee asks Iser if he wants to tap but he refuses. Iser looks limp as the referee holds his arm in the air to see if it drops. Much to the surprise of everyone watching, Iser’s arm stays up as he does a one-fingered gesture before repeatedly punching Nathan in the face until he breaks the hold. Nathan and Iser slowly get back up as the pair exchange blow after blow. Nathan hits Iser with a right hook but Iser returns the compliment with a kidney punch. Nathan wraps the chain round his fist and nails an uppercut on Iser’s jaw.
Jill Matthews: Iser and Nathan are pounding each other. How much more can they take?
Vince Walters: No Jill they’re hound-ing each other. Get it?
Iser rolls out of the ring as he tries to recover. Nathan exits the ring at the adjacent side and runs forward. The chain pulls forward and forces Iser to go face first into the ring post. Iser tries to pull the chain backwards but Nathan grabs onto the guardrail and uses it for leverage as he pulls Iser forward into the post again. Iser slumps down as Nathan runs across towards him and spears him back into the post. Nathan successively goes in and out of the ring so that the chain wraps a dazed Iser around the ring post. With Iser trapped, Nathan picks up a chair from ringside and smashes it against Iser’s face. The crowd cringe as Nathan hits Iser with repeated chair shots to the face.
Jill Matthews: Oh my god….
Vince Walters: You can’t say that in front of Father Nathan, it’s blasphemy!
Jill Matthews: Iser is in trouble now. God’s going to strike him down.
Vince Walters: Wait a minute; Seth Iser told me he was the true God. Why would he strike himself down?
Iser is bleeding as Father Nathan continues his onslaught. Father Nathan taunts Iser by raising his arms in the air but Iser manages to free his left leg and uses it to low blow his opponent. Iser desperately tries to unwrap himself as he goes in and out of the ring. He is almost free when Father Nathan comes towards him with a big boot. Iser catches Nathan’s leg and rams in into the ring apron. With Father Nathan’s leg still resting on the apron, Iser picks up the steel chair and drives it into his knee. Father Nathan falls back in agony as Iser finally unwraps himself.
Vince Walters: The Deity of Destruction as he calls himself has just destroyed Nathan’s kneecap. Maybe he should prey to Cerberus, the God of the dogs.
Jill Matthews: I agree, Father Nathan has been off form as of late and he needs all the help he can get.
Vince Walters: Father Nathan hasn’t won a match since Nocturnal destroyed his body on December 8th. In fact the last time he won was in October.
Jill Matthews: But Father Nathan can take heart from the Bible. After all it says, “And so after waiting patiently, Abraham received what was promised.”
Vince Walters: What? Aaron Abraham is back?
Iser rummages under the ring and pulls out some thumbtacks. He drops them all over the floor and proceeds dragging a grounded Father Nathan into them. The pins impale Father Nathan and stick to his back as the crowd chant, "Holy shit".
Jill Matthews: Ouch that has got to hurt! Holy shit indeed.
Vince Walters: I bet Father Nathan’s feeling a bit ruff after that walk.
Jill Matthews: Will you stop it?
Vince Walters: No…those pins are ripping Nathan open like canines.
Father Nathan tries to get back up but Iser knees him in the face. With Father Nathan grounded once more, Iser goes back into the ring and starts pulling the chain against the ropes. Nathan is forced back up as Iser continues pulling. Father Nathan is left dangling as Iser won’t let go.
Jill Matthews: Seth Iser is hanging Father Nathan!
Vince Walters: Seth Iser is turning Father Nathan into a Catholic martyr. We haven’t seen this kind of Catholic hanging since the days of Henry VIII back in England. Didn’t his daughter become a Catholic? Hmm… I wonder if Iser’s daughter will become Catholic too.
Jill Matthews: I hope he never has children but if he did, they’d probably be sacrificed as ornaments to Nocturnal.
Iser continues to hang Father Nathan against the ring ropes. Eventually the ropes give way and snap. Iser pulls Nathan back into the ring and attempts to shove a small part of the ring rope down Nathan’s throat. Iser manages to shove part of it in his Father Nathan’s mouth as he chokes. Iser mocks the crowd by motioning Father Nathan’s crucifix gesture.
Vince Walters: What the fuck? He’s going to kill him.
Jill Matthews: Somebody stop the match! This is sick.
Vince Walters: Well that’s Seth Iser for you; he’s always been a sick son of a bitch. Talking of sick…
Jill Matthews: Ewww…
Father Nathan throws up part of the ring rope as he spews all over the ring. With Iser still taunting the crowd, Father Nathan manages to crawl to the corner and uses the turnbuckle to help him back up. Iser looks shocked when he notices Father Nathan back on his feet. Iser runs towards him but slips on the sick and falls backward. Father Nathan climbs to the second turnbuckle and hits Iser with an elbow drop. He goes for the cover as Joshua Clarkson counts…
One…
Two…
Iser kicks out as Joshua Clarkson delays the pin by refusing to touch the vomit.
Vince Walters: I swear the referee just cost Father Nathan the match. He shouldn’t have been so careful.
Jill Matthews: Would you put your hand in sick?
Vince Walters: I would if it was my job.
Jill Matthews: Well that’s why you’re single.
Father Nathan climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for Iser to get back to his feet. Iser sees Nathan coming and manages to pull Nathan off the turnbuckle as he crashes back first into his own sick. Iser drags Nathan out of the ring as he climbs over the guardrail and sends Nathan crashing over it. The fans tap Iser on his shoulder and try to touch his mask. Iser reacts furiously and pushes them out of his way.
Jill Matthews: Iser despises Texans, even more than he does the English.
Vince Walters: I wonder what he thinks about hillbillies.
Jill Matthews: I’ve heard he hates them too. He hates just about everyone.
Security wades in and separate Iser from the fans. The commotion distracts Iser as he fails to spot Father Nathan running up from behind. Nathan hits him with a knee to the back before whipping him back over the guardrail. Father Nathan runs up the ramp and comes back down with a dropkick to Iser’s face. Father Nathan drags Iser up the ramp towards the backstage area.
Jill Matthews: Is Father Nathan taking Iser backstage?
Vince Walters: He’s probably got a choir waiting for him. I hope they sing a bit of Elvis.
Jill Matthews: "Hound Dog" right? I can see you’re punch lines a mile off.
Vince Walters: I was thinking of his other classic hit… "A Dog’s Life". Ha, ha…I got you there!
Father Nathan stops at the Titantron and begins climbing it. Seth Iser gets to his feet as Father Nathan comes flying back down and catches him with a double-axe handle. Father Nathan climbs the Titantron again and turns to face a staggering Iser. Father Nathan hesitates before climbing even further as Iser begins to hang.
Jill Matthews: Now it’s Iser’s turn to be hung.
Vince Walters: Let’s hope he doesn’t get hung, drawn and quartered. At the moment he’s hanging like your grandma’s tits.
Iser has no alternative but to scale the Titantron to stop himself from being hung as Father Nathan reaches the top of the frame. Nathan peers down as Iser follows him up. Just as Iser is about to climb to the top, Father Nathan stands on his right hand. Iser’s grip is worsening but he manages to hold on and grab Nathan’s leg with his left arm. Father Nathan almost loses his balance and has to cling to the video screen, which allows Iser to climb to the top.
Jill Matthews: Oh my god! This is getting dangerous!
Vince Walters: This is like a duel to the death… awesome. One of these poor dogs is going to be put down.
Father Nathan and Iser exchange punches as both try and maintain their balance. Nathan backtracks and loses his footing in the framework as Iser hits him with a knee to the jaw. The kick sends Nathan backwards as he dangles off the Titantron, gripping the framework with one hand. Iser callously stamps on his feet as Nathan falls down. The impact of Nathan’s fall almost sends Iser with him but he desperately clings to the frame as Nathan hangs. Nathan is out cold as the referee Joshua Clarkson has no alternative but to award the victory to Seth Iser and calls for the bell to ring.
Tom Davis: And the winner of the match via knock out… Seth Iser.
Jill Matthews: Oh god, no! This can’t be happening. Seth Iser has just hung Father Nathan.
Vince Walters: I guess Father Nathan will be need everybody’s prayers if he’s to survive.
Jill Matthews: If he’s not already dead.
Vince Walters: If he is, it’s a fitting way to go. Executed just like his so called saviour.
The crowd boo furiously as the medics try and persuade Iser to jump down and save Father Nathan’s life. The chain finally snaps from the pressure as Father Nathan crashes down on the ramp. The medics rush to his aid and check for a pulse. A stretcher is immediately called as Nathan is rushed backstage. Iser callously smirks from up above as the crowd boo furiously.
Vince Walters: This match was a sad tail indeed for Father Nathan.
Jill Matthews: Will you be serious for once? A man may be dead and all you can do is make dog jokes.
Vince Walters: Sorry, I was lead a stray.
Jill Matthews: Stop it! Just stop it! Or I’ll slap you!
Vince Walters: Dis temper of yours needs to be cur tailed…owww!
DOG COLLAR MATCH
Type1 vs 1
Length20 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating52%
Crowd Reaction71%
Overall Rating61%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
We go backstage where we see an locker room and hear someone doing pushups and stretches. The crowd instantly goes nuts as they notice the NEW Trans-Atlantic Championship hanging in the locker. They go even more crazy as Al Envy pops into screen loosening his muscles up.”
Jill Matthews: My God listen to this ovation!!! The TA tile will be on the line tonight in a Texas Death Match and the champion Texas’ own Al Envy is getting ready. I think Clark Benson is going to get some words with the Show Stealer right now.
Vince Walters: This ovation is Von Erich-esque. I have a lot to say about Al Envy but if these people hear me I will be branded and taxidermy. Unbelievable ovation.
‘Clark Benson comes into the shot as Al turns his attention to Clark. They have to wait for the crowd to subside down as Al just smiles into the camera.
Clark Benson: Al Envy, welcome home sir!!
“The Texas crowd pops again as Envy throws up the Gig Em Aggie sign.”
Al Envy: It’s definitely good to be here. I think you know how much it means to me Clark that I am in Texas.
Clark Benson: Tonight the TA title in a Death Match Texas style against Tommy Kain.
“Before Al could answer he looks over Clarks shoulder and gets a look of confusion on his face. The camera swings around and Scarlet Styles is standing there to the shock of the Texan crowd.”
Clark Benson: Mrs Styles….
“Scarlet in one motion takes the microphone away from Clark Benson. He takes the hint and leaves Al and Scarlet alone. Al looks perplexed.”
Scarlet: I just wanted to come in here and wish you good luck. I know you are not going to disappoint this Texas crowd tonight.
“The place pops as Al just stands there forcing a smile.”
Al Envy: And um……good luck with your match tonight against Roe. I……hope you win……
“A scarlet smile at Al then does the unthinkable. She leans in and kisses his right cheek. The place explodes with awws and oohhsss. All Al did was stand there emotionless looking around as Scarlet smiled sweetly and left the room. Al takes a deep breath.”
Al Envy: okay……..
“He goes back to preparing for his title defense as the camera cuts back to the ring for the next match.”
BACKSTAGE WITH ENVY
TypeOne man segment
Length4 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating52%
Crowd Reaction66%
Overall Rating59%
VS VS VS
Jill Matthews: Scarlet and Al Envy seem to be getting on well these days. It’s nice to see a bit of camaraderie between wrestlers.
Vince Walters: I struggle to kee- pup with whose friends and whose not.
Jill Matthews: Are you still on the dog puns?
Vince Walters: I’d like to stop but I don’t know…owwww!
Jill Matthews: Next up we have a fatal four way and all four men are already in the ring. Making his refereeing debut is senior Jim Floss’ son, Trevor Floss. So let’s hope this match is easy for him.
Vince Walters: I hope he’s better than his father.
Jill Matthews: Ozario Liscio is making his return after a two year absence and boy does he look pumped up.
After checking all four opponents for any foreign objects, Trevor Floss is satisfied and signals for the bell to ring. Devin Stone immediately locks up with Mason Stockholm as Ozario Liscio puts Dark Angel in an arm wringer. Stone takes Stockholm down with a snapmere and immediately goes for the pin but Liscio breaks it up.
Jill Matthews: Devin Stone seems a big eager tonight.
Vince Walters: I remember the days when Devin Stone was half decent. He once beat Jesse Styles but these days he’s cannon fodder.
Jill Matthews: That win must have been a fluke.
Vince Walters: It’s so long ago I can’t even remember it but he sure can, even if Jesse has owned him ever since.
Liscio and Stone square up to each up but both Angel and Stockholm simultaneously go for schoolboy pins, Angel on Liscio and Stockholm on Devin. Trevor Floss is unsure what to do but both men immediately kick out so he need not worry. Stone and Devin seem furious at their opponents as Devin hits Stockholm with an eye rake before following taking him down with a Hard Scoop Slam. Liscio hits Angel down with a sidekick, which lands square on his jaw.
Jill Matthews: Angel and Stockholm are like punch bags out there.
Vince Walters: A punch bag would put up more of a fight than these two.
Stone whips Stockholm through the ropes. Stone follows him out of the ring and pushes him into the guardrail. As Stockholm rests against the guardrail, Stone hits him with a jumping splash. In the centre of the ring, Liscio continues to beat down Angel and sends her down with a sidewalk slam. He locks her in the ankle lock and she immediately taps. The referee signals for the bell to ring, much to the shock of Devin Stone who fists Stockholm in frustration. Even Liscio looks surprised at how easy it was!
Jill Matthews: Is that it? Is it over?
Tom Davis: And the winner of the match via submission… Ozario Liscio!
Jill Matthews: It’s a winning return for Ozario Liscio. His first PPV win since Cold Front 2010 when oddly enough he defeated Devin Stone.
Vince Walters: Devin Stone looks absolutely gutted. I can’t blame him, Dark Angel has lost it for him.
Devin Stone and Oscario stare down other as Stone walks backwards down the ramp. Oscario triumphantly holds his arm in the air as the fans give him a warm reception.
FATAL FOUR WAY
Type1 vs 1 vs 1 vs 1
Length7 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating35%
Crowd Reaction51%
Overall Rating43%
VS
Coming back from an Ignite promo we find Judas Dathan standing in the ring awaiting his opponent. The MMA expert looks focused and ready to make his mark.
Tom Davis: The following contest here at Tension in Texas is scheduled for one fall…introducing first currently in the ring he is JJUUDDAASS DDAATTHHAANN!!!!!!!!!
Jill Matthews: This should be one hell of a matchup. Judas Dathan trying to get himself back in the title hunt here in NEW and I say is doing a hell of a job at it. He faces a familiar face in pro wrestling making his NEW debut tonight here.
Vince Walters: I feel bad for Patrick Jones really. Finally making it to the big time from that irrelevant company of past glory called Total Extreme Wrestling and finally making it to the big time and look who he faces. This isn’t that Judas from TEW this is a totally different beast. I fully expect for Judas to stretch this guy and kick his teeth down his throat.
Jill Matthews: We shall see, because here he comes.
Entrance Music: “Wanted Man” by Rev Theory.
Tom Davis: And his opponent mking his NEW debut he is PPAATTRRICCKK JJOONNEESS!!
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.
However Patrick isn’t alone as he is accompanied to the ring by another former TEW alumni.
Jill Matthews; My God that’s Drake Blake!!
Vince Walters: Well is this a TEW reunion or what? Jesus they are coming out of the woodwork for fucks sake.
The crowd responds as “Sick” Drake Blake stands in PJ’s corner. Judas has a complete look of distain as the ref calls for the bell.
Jill Matthews: And the two men lock in the room and Judas immediately places Pat in a side head lock. Pat reverses it into ahead lock of his own but Judas quickly launches him into the ropes. Patrick Jones rebounds and knocks Judas down. PJ is now bouncing off the ropes again and Judas catches him with a kick to the stomach and then a high knee lift. I guess Judas isn’t messing around huh.
Vince Walters: You got that shit right. Send his ass back to the purple kool aid factory.
Jill Matthews: And Judas starts to use that mma back ground as he delivers some stiff right hands and feet to Patrick. Drake looks a little nervous on the outside as Judas is really taking it to PJ. Not a strong showing by the new guy right now at all. I may chalk it up to ring rust but never count this kid out. He has the heart of a lion.
Vince Walters: Yeah and he is screaming like a bitch thanks to the Kimora by Dathan.
Jill Matthews: Oh man PJ better get to the ropes or have his arm and shoulder ripped out. It seems to be Judas has a little bit of an aggressive streak more than often. And Man PJ just makes it into the ropes. But that arm is hurting like hell and Judas goes to work on it. Judas is grabbing it and OH Jesus snaps it over his own shoulder. Patrick Jones is in some real pain right now.
Vince Walters: Judas is putting on a clinic right now.
“The crowd starts a PJ chant trying to get Patrick back into the match.”
Jill Matthews: As Judas is holding in this arm vice putting more damage into that shoulder and arm the crowd seems to be getting Patrick a little adrenaline. PJ is back up to his feet and delivers some elbows with his good arm into the side of Judas. Finally PJ breaks the hold and goes on the offensive with some right hands staggering Judas!
Vince Walters: Come on Dathan respond!!Don’t let TEW beat you dammit!!
Jill Matthews: What is your issue with a long gone wrestling company. TEW produced some hellacious athletes in their day. May I remind you that Al Envy came from there?
Vince Walters: What’s your point?
Jill Matthews: I suggest you don’t let these Texans hear you. I am not going to protect you when they beat the hell out of you. Anyways back to the match. Patrick hits a dropkick knocking Judas down and starts nailing clothes lines with his good arm. Man the injured one looks in really bad shape here. Patrick is calling for a ddt but damn Judas hits that arm aagain and once again locks in the Kimora!!
Vince Walters: Look at PJ screaming, and heisn’t even close to the ropes!!!
Jill Matthews: But By God he is still fighting. He is still fighting to get to those ropes. What a hell of a show of heart here! And unbelievable he made it to them!!
“The referee starts the 5 count and at the last second Judas lets go. PJ lies there holding his arm as Judas taunts the crowd. Signaling this is it.”
Vince Walters: Judas is such a bad ass. He is decimating Patrick Jones. He locks that Kimora in one more time and say goodnight PJ. Welcome to a real wrestling company boy!!
Jill Matthews: Judas needs to end this and quit jawing with the crowd who is really giving him some heat right now. Judas drags PJ back to the middle of the ring and stands him up. He now goes for a cross arm breaker but Patrick Jones counters it. Judas goes for a clothesline and Patrick ducks it. Judas turns around and BOOM BOOMM!! Zoned out ! ZONED OU!!!! Oh my God that came out of nowhere!!!
1.. 2… TTHHRE
Vince Walters: Oh you have got to be kidding me. Patrick Jones just beat Judas Dathan.
Jill Matthews: No he didn’t!! Judas JJUUSSTT got his shoulder up!!
“Patrick actually thought he won the match then realizes that he didn’t. He looks to the outside at Drake Blake who tells him to finish off Judas.”
Jill Matthews: The crowd really is behind PJ here. PJ is going in for another big move. He seems to be signaling for an even bigger Zoned Out. He is positioning himself and Judas is groggy getting up. Patrick launches himself but Judas catches the foot and spins him around!!! He the grabs the arm he has been working on and BOOM Cross Arm Breaker. What a hell of a counter by Judas and he is dead center in the ring with the submission!!!!
Vince Walters: PJ needs to tap or get that arm broke!!!
Jill Matthews: But My God he is still fighting. But he is starting to slow down. Look at PJ fight but I think its finally catching up to him. He is fading. I think he is passed out from the pain.
“The referee starts to drop the arm three times. Despite the crowd begging for PJ to fight more the arm drops for the third time and the bell rings.”
Vince Walters: NEW 1 TEW 0. Just like they belong. A big fat ZERO!!!!
Jill Matthews: Yeah but my what a tremendous show of heart. PJ is going to fit just fine in NEW.
Tom Davis: Here is your winner by submission…. JJUUDDAASS DDAATTHHAANN.
Jill Matthews: This will not be the last we hear from Patrick Jones. And I just got word neither Drake Blake!! Because he too is now a part of the NEW roster!! Can’t wait to see what these gusy have in store for NEW!
Winner: Judas Dathan…..
JONES VS DATHAN
Type1 vs 1
Length15 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating25%
Crowd Reaction36%
Overall Rating30%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Nocturnal is walking down the locker room corridor. His sister Emily and his step daughter Summer are in tow behind him. He has the look of an arrogant champion on his face. He has his bag over his shoulder.
He suddenly stops as if he’s seen a ghost. This look leaves his face within seconds before returning to his stoic normal look. Stood leaning against Nocturnal’s locker room door is none other than former DWF World Heavyweight Champion, Makeveli.
Nocturnal: Wow, now this is a blast from my past. Emily, you remember this clown right?
Makeveli smiles.
Makeveli: Clown? You looked in the mirror lately?
Nocturnal: Oh funny. What you doing here? Trying to relive your youth? You do know that the last time you were relevant a Bush was in the White House. I am now the man. I am the franchise. How does it feel? How does it feel to be the shadow of your former self?
Makeveli: Funny how things go full circle eh? KID! You the man round here right? The top drawer, numero uno, yada, yada, yada!
Nocturnal: Kid? Oh really? You think you can come into my promotion and ride my coat tails? I don’t think so. This is my promotion, not Jesse freaking Styles Mak. I don’t want you to be disappointed. Well not too much but time has moved on. The 80’s want their gimmick back boy!
Makeveli gets right in Nocturnal’s face and smirks.
Makeveli: Get the fuck outta here Noc. Look at you standing there, you’ve got that look in your eyes, that same star struck look that you wore on your face the day you first met me! Let’s get one thing straight dawg; you’ll always live in my shadow… Just like you did when you first entered DWF, ya dig?
Nocturnal: Dig? What? Speak fucking English fucker. Who do you think you are? Do you think I haven’t thought of what you and Archon did to me on that first show? When Archon held my face against the burning cell and scarred me for life? Do you think that smell has ever left my nostrils? I became who I was because of that. You remember SIX? You remember what they did to the DWF? What did you do? What did you do?
Makeveli: I was incarcerated for 12 fucking years and I’m still more famous then you’ll ever be, so how’d you like those apples? BOY!
Nocturnal: Prison bitch? Oh you want to be famous? What for peaches? Dropping your draws and taking punishment from your cellmate? Things have moved on. I have been a multi-time World Heavyweight Champion including the last ever DWF World Heavyweight Champion since you went on your vacation. Times move on.
Makeveli: Look into these eyes Nocturnal, look real fucking hard too… I schooled you’re ass back in the day and history will repeat itself in the not so distant future!
Nocturnal: Really? Is that it? Do you think I will let this lie? I will not let you disrespecting me spoil my night. I will bring the NEW World Heavyweight Championship back to Unstable and make this the night of nights.
Makeveli: Good luck for tonight!
PATH CROSSES
TypeTwo man segment
Length7 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating62%
Crowd Reaction74%
Overall Rating68%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Former DWF World Heavyweight Champion is walking down one of the corridors backstage. He has a smirk on his face know how he punked out Nocturnal earlier.
A shadow covers him.
Makeveli: Come back for some more Noc?
A hand reaches out and grabs Makeveli by the throat. A look of utter shock crosses Makeveli's eyes. A reflection of a masked face is seen in his eyes.
Voice: There is only a few things that can bring the monster back out of me. And you are one of them my little side show freak.
The figure lifts Makeveli up by the throat with one hand and throws him backwards straight through a locker door.
Voice: It's all happens for a reason. And my time is here once again poor little Makeveli.
The camera picks up Makeveli lying on the ground, the broken door around his body. The figure walks out into the light for a split second before turning too the camera.
Deathstroke: Boo!
HE'S BACK
TypeOne man segment
Length3 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating28%
Crowd Reaction37%
Overall Rating32%
VS
THIS IS WAR!!!^^^^^!!^!^!^!^
By 30 seconds to mars hits over the speakers and out walks the Owner of New Edge Wrestling none other than Jesse Styles. He points at his sleeveless NEW Styles hype shirt and then walks down the ramp slapping a few hands with some of the fans as the crowd in attendance gives him a very mixed reaction. Jesse doesn't seem to mind as he walks up the steps and gets into the ring and he then looks at Tom Davis who is standing there with a microphone and just glares at him.
Tom Davis: OH um... Ladies and gentlemen now standing in the ring at this time for our upcoming match he is the special guest ref for tonights grudge match he is the OWNER OF NEW EDGE WRESTLING THE HYPE JESSE STYLES!!!
Jesse tosses his arms in the air and mouths the words thank you....thank you very much as the fans continue to give him a mixed reaction and he just smiles.
Jill Mathews: Well ladies and gentlemen this very heated feud is about to come to head tonight and Jesse is stuck right in the middle of it.
Vince Walters: Ha, you said head.
Jill Mathews: Shut up perv.
Vince Walters: As for him being stuck in the middle of it well he did kiss Aurora.
Jill Mathews: She kissed him he had his hand up in the air and was taken by suprise.
Vince Walters: Oh come on he wanted her to kiss him.
Jill Mathews: I didn't know you became a mind reader.
Vince Walters: Yes and right now your mind is saying you want me.
Jill Mathews: So off base.
Tom Davis: And, now introducing the participants for tonights grudge match first here is AURORA DEADWOOD!!
Aurora's theme plays and out she walks with a bottle of jack daniels in her hand a very small amount left in it. She takes one last chug of it then tosses it off to the side smiling as she walks down the isle way towards the ring. The fans give her a mixed reaction and she climbs up the ring steps walking all smooth like towards Jesse once she got in the ring. She opens her arms expecting a hug from Jesse who literally tells her to go to her corner. Aurora then yells no one puts BABY IN THE CORNER! Jesse then says back this isn't DIRTY DANCING WOMAN get to your corner. She blows him a kiss and then does indeed walk over to one of the corners.
Vince Walters: That was just odd.....
Jill Mathews: I can't disagree with you there.
Tom Davis: And, her opponent here is SCARLET!!!
BRING ME TO LIFE!!!^^!^!^!
Scarlet's theme plays and out walks the former three time TA champion down the isle way with a pissed off look on her face like she wants to murder people. The fans give her a big ovation as she gets to the ring steps and take off her blue SKO boxing like robe and steps into the ring. Jesse her husband glares at her and she glares right back at him. You could cut the tension with a knife between those two and then Scarlet's attention turns to Aurora Deadwood who is standing in her corner smiling.
DING!!
Jill Mathews: Oh my here we go! Scarlet is walking right towards Aurora and boy she looks like she wants to do some bodily harm.
Vince Walters: Yeah that's one of those woman scorned looks one of the most dangerous looks in the world. I have seen that look many times from my dear mother and It makes me wanna piss my self.
Jill Mathews: God you need a life.
Vince Walters: HEY!
Jill Mathews: What? I'm just saying.
Vince Walters: Give me a hand job?
Jill Mathews: Shut up.... Oh Aurora just stepped outside the ring onto the apron now allowing Scarlet to get close to her. She's telling Jesse to make her calm down and Jesse is leaning against the ring ropes on the other side of the ring shrugging his shoulders.
Vince Walters: Well we can see what kind of ref he plans to be.
Jill Mathews: I think he's just trying to stay out of it.
Vince Walters: But, he's already in it.
Scarlet grabs a hold of Aurora by her hair and literally pulls her back over the top rope into the ring and starts kicking the crap out of her boot after boot none stop and Aurora is rolling around in pain as Scarlet just keeps a stomping. Jesse finally walks towards them and then gets an evil look from his wife and he tells her he didn't kiss her god damn it but you sure kissed that cowboy the other night! Now Scarlet and Jesse are arguing right in the middle of the ring as Aurora is holding her ribs and trying to use the ring ropes to pull her self to her feet. Scarlet meanwhile shoves JESSE!!! SHE SHOVES JESSE!!! Styles cracks a half smile telling her not to do that again and Scarlet calls him a bastard. Jesse says you are totally taking this over board there is nothing going on between me and Aurora unlike you and that cowboy at the bar. Scarlet just shakes her head and WHAM!!! Aurora bulldogs Scarlet face first to the mat and then rolls her over making the cover. Jesse hesitates but does get down to make the count ONE.....TWO....NO!!! Scarlet gets her right shoulder up and Jesse holds up two fingers. Aurora gets to her feet and tells Jesse to give her a kiss literally and he tells her to back away. Scarlet slowly gets back to her feet now and Aurora see's this out of the corner of her eye quickly turning towards Scarlet and dropping the rising Scarlet with a running closeline! Now Aurora turns her attention back to Jesse Styles.
Vince Walters: This is the weirdest damned match I have ever seen it's like a soap opera don't you agree Jill?
......
Vince Walters: Jill? Really? Your eating popcorn!
Jill Mathews: What this is great television and where getting to watch it live.
Vince Walters: I swear chics and there soap operas.
Jill Mathews: Hater.
Vince Walters: Jesse has been backed up in a corner now by Aurora and she has placed her hands on his shoulders he's warning her to remove her hands but I have no idea what he will do if she doesn't.
Jill Mathews: Aurora Deadwood needs one of those sex addict clinics I think.
Vince Walters: Well she's got her eyes on Jesse and she wants her prey.
Jill Mathews: She might wanna pay attention because Scarlet is up!!!
Scarlet is to her feet now and she comes running in Aurora hears the foot steps and moves out of the way and Scarlet rams into Jesse they both go down!!! Aurora smiles at what has just taken place and now puts her finger to her mouth walking over towards the downed Jesse. She stands over him and literally lays on top of him rubbing on his body. Scarlet NIPS UP!!! She pulls Aurora by her hair off of Jesse and knee's Aurora in her stomach then damned near takes her head off with a spinning heel kick right to the mouth of Aurora Deadwood. Scarlet continues the onslaught getting on top of Roe and driving her head into mat over and over again!!! Finally Scarlet gets back to her feet and allows Deadwood to get up she quickly irish whips Aurora into the corner turnbuckle and Roe's back hits the corner hard she falls foward holding the middle of her back and Scarlet with a front kick right to the mouth of Aurora knocks her off her feet yet again!!! Scarlet thinks about making the cover but decides against it and brings Roe back to her feet driving elbows into her face multiple times and you can see a little swelling beginning to form in the face of Deadwood due to the skilled shots from the former boxer known as Scarlet. Aurora looks almost out on her feet now as she leans against the ring ropes and Scarlet T BONE SUPLEXES AURORA DOWN TO THE MAT!! Jesse now is back to his feet looking actually a little pissed from getting knocked off his feet. Scarlet looks at him and tells him to get over here and make the count. Jesse turns his back on her and just shakes his head!!
Jill Mathews: WHAT!
VInce Walters: Wait a minute he's refusing to make a count for his wife?
Jill Mathews: Oh my this could be real bad now Scarlet is forcing him to turn around and they are arguing again.
Vince Walters: Aurora is getting back up slowly and now she is coming over getting in between them and telling Scarlet that Jesse should be her man!
Jill Mathews: WAIT!! JESSE just turned Aurora around HYPE KICK!!!!NO!!!NO!!! Aurora moved out of the way and JESSE HYPE KICKED SCARLET!! OH MY GOD!!!
Vince Walters: And Jesse has no expression on his face what so ever not even a look of shock what is going on?
Jill Mathews: Aurora Deadwood is making the pin and Scarlet is out of it!
Vince Walters: JESSE IS COUNTING!
ONE.....
TWO....
THREE!!
DING!!!
DING!!
Tom Davis: Here is your winer AURORA DEADWOOD!!!!
Jill Mathews: Did we just see Jesse turn on his own wife on purpose?
Vince Walters: I wanted to say he meant to hype kick Aurora but then why did he make the count?
Jill Mathews: And, why is he helping Aurora to her feet and holding her right arm up in victory?
Vince Walters: HYPE KICK!!! MY GOD JESSE JUST PULLED AURORA TOWARDS HIM AND HYPE KICKED HER NOW!! Aurora is down and out right next to Scarlet wha the hell?
Jill Mathews: I am stunned and I have no idea what any of this means. Jesse has no emotion on his face he looks like a damned ice man and is now leaving the ring with his wife and his stalker laying in the ring.
Vince Walters: Well this feud is far from over that's for sure.
Jill Mathews: You can say that again the plot has thickend.
GRUDGE MATCH WITH JESSE STYLES AS SPECIAL REF.
Type1 vs 1
Length15 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating19%
Crowd Reaction30%
Overall Rating24%
VS VS VS
Tom Davis: Ladies and gentlemen this is a gauntlet match for the number one contender ship for the NEW Transatlantic Championship. Two men enter the ring. The winner stays in until the final two before we crown the number one contender. This is a gauntlet match and the first entrant is………….Chris Styles?
"Super Freak" by Rick James hits the speakers and the New-tron is illuminated with shots of Chris Styles in past matches.
Moments later the crowd erupts with a mixture of emotion as Chris runs out onto the stage dressed in his ring-attire. He stops at the end of it and pumps his fist into the air before he casually makes his way down the ramp, toward the ring. Once inside, he motions to the crowd at all sides of the ring with his fist in the air. Soon he begins to warm up for the match as the music dies down.
Tom Davis: And his opponent……..
"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 echoes 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. They continue to shower him with boos then he hops back down to the mat and looks at the shocked Chris Styles.
Vince Walters: Chris is fucked.
Jill Matthews: What?
The referee calls for the bell and Chris shrugs his shoulders and runs straight at Frank who clotheslines him hard. Chris gets up groggily and charges again and is met with another clothesline knocking Chris down once again. Frank has had enough he picks up Chris and as he’s carrying him charges straight into the corner.
Jill Matthews: Oh he’s made a pan cake out of Chris.
Frank hits Chris with a running power slam and plants him directly into the mat and goes for the pin…………….1………………….2………………….3!
Vince Walters: YAY!
Jill Matthews: Who’s next?
The camera cuts down a corridor. It comes to a locker room door with the name Colt Cash upon it. An elderly security guy knocks on the door and outsteps Colt. He stretches out and walks towards the curtain surrounded by security.
Vince Walters: Colt Cash!!
“Dirt Road Anthem” by Tyler Ward starts playing. As Colt comes through the curtains pyros explode either side of him and surround him as he stomps through the middle of them. He charges down towards Frank as pyros explode down the ramp way.
Colt rolls under the bottom rope into the ring and feints towards Frank, who immediately takes a step back and adopts a defensive stance. Colt laughs 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. Frank holds his arms out for a lockup, and Colt obliges. Colt quickly gains the advantage with a kick to the midsection then follows up with a knee lift knocking Frank to the mat. Colt bends down to grab Frank by the head, but Frank catches him completely unawares with a small package.......1.........2..........Kick out
Jill Matthews: Wow, quick work from Frank. Vince where you going?
Vince gets to his feet and is talking with one of the bikini clad ladies in the front row. He hands her his card and winks.
Jill Matthews: VINCE!!!!
Colt gets quickly to his feet, the shock covers his face. Wasting no time, he charges toward Frank, who catches him with a belly to belly suplex, taking him down to the mat. As Colt pops up, Frank nails him right between the eyes with a dropkick. Colt, stunned, rolls to the outside for a moment to regain his bearings and tries to figure out what was going wrong. Frank isn't supposed to get in any offence. Colt jumps onto the ring apron. Frank, who has been watching him patiently, jerks the ring ropes, flipping Colt into the ring. As Colt gets back up pissed off with Frank for getting in some offence, Frank hooks him up and takes him down with a snap suplex. Frank floats over into a cover..........1...........Kick out.
Jill Matthews: As I seem to be on my own, I’ll carry on.
He brings Colt up again, but Colt uses his skills to hit a spine buster. He then drop-toe-holds Frank into the mat and slides up into a side headlock. Colt grounds the hold in, but Frank fights back to his feet and drops Colt with a belly-to-back suplex. With Colt down, Frank runs into the ropes and comes off with a leg drop, which he follows up with a cover........1.............2..........Kick out.
Jill Matthews: Nice suplex from the vet.
Frank brings Colt up again and goes behind him, looking to hit a German suplex, but Colt immediately counters out of it with a series of back elbows to the head, knocking Frank back and stunning him. Colt bounces off the ropes and comes off with a big boot, knocking Frank to the mat. Colt then drops down on top of Frank and begins raining punches to the face before the referee forces him to break it up at the count of four.
Jill Matthews: Colt can fight dirty.
Crowd: COLT-BERG! COLT-BERG!
Colt brings Frank back up and whips him hard across the ring into a corner. Colt then charged in and leaps high in the air and Splashes him, driving himself into Frank. Frank collapses out of the corner, and Colt hops onto the second rope. He aims a punch between the eyes of Frank and launches himself. Frank manages to see him coming, however, and rolls forward. Colt's momentum carries him forward, and he slams face-first into the mat. Colt struggles up to his feet and Frank, seeing an opportunity, prepares to strike. As Colt turns, Frank nails him with a side kick, hitting him in the jaw and knocking him to the mat. Frank quickly makes the cover and hooks the leg.......1.......2.........Kick out.
Jill Matthews: Oh so you've come back?
Vince Walters: Yeah, only because you're jealous. How's it going honey?
Jill Matthews: Shut and call the rest of the match.
He quickly goes back to work, knowing that an opportunity to score a win over the likes of a Colt does not come around very often. Frank brings Colt up then hooks him. He then takes Colt down with a devastating sit down power bomb, driving Colt in the mat and leaving him prone in the middle of the ring. With Colt down, Frank steps onto the apron and starts climbing to the top rope. The crowd, which has been buzzing, begins to cheer as they sense something big. Frank measures Colt, then flies head first off the top rope. He connects with a head butt. Frank made the cover.......1............2.............Kick out by Colt.
Vince Walters: The crowds seem to be behind Colt. Sickening how it is.
The crowd cheer loudly. Frank brings Colt up again, but this time Colt hits out with a low blow. Frank slumps to a knee, and Colt brings Frank back up and scoops him up, then drove him down with a reverse Death Valley driver. Colt holds on to the leg for the pin...........1...........2........Kick out.
Shaking his head, Colt brings Frank up to his feet again. He lifts him onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry. Colt prepares to hit Frank with a flapjack, but Frank has other ideas. He shifts his weight, rolling Colt backwards in a crucifix and into a pinning position..............1............2............Kick out by Colt.
Jill Matthews: This is a very cool matchup even if my colleague is just here to eye up the local talent.
Both men get to their feet, and this time it is Colt who gains the advantage, blasting Frank with a lariat and knocking him down. Colt quickly brings Frank up and sets to whip him into the corner. Frank, however, reverses it and sends Colt crashing into the opposite turnbuckle. Colt stumbles backwards out of the corner, and Frank hooks him from behind. Frank lifts Colt up and hits a power bomb. He rolls up Colt………………….1…………………………………2…………………………….3!!!
Vince Walters: Colt-berg has lost? Oh my god!
Jill Matthews: Yes but who’s next?
Vince Walters: Shut up. That was worse than my dog references.
The lights go out and the Iraqi National Anthem starts to play.
Vince Walters: OH MY GOD! Is he here? Is he back?
Jill Matthews: The most hated man in this industry.
Abdul bin Hussain walks through the curtain in full Arabic robes holding the flag of his country aloft. He walks down the ramp way slowly, the boos of the crowd are deafening. He smirks before rolling into the ring. He gives a look of disdain at Frank whilst he disrobes.
Vince Walters: Oh this guy is more hated than Hunter Valentyne.
Jill Matthews: Now that’s saying something.
Frank has had enough and charges straight at Abdul but straight into the end of the flag pole into his gut doubling him over. Abdul slowly walks around Frank and brings down the flag pole across his back breaking the pole in two. The referee gets in between them and grabs the flag and throws it out of the ring.
Jill Matthews: Oh come on dq his Arab ass!
Vince Walters: Wow, just wow!
Frank grabs hold of Abdul by the throat and choke slams him down to the mat. He rolls him up and the referee quickly counts….1……………………2……………..3!
Vince Walters: Get that Arab out of our ring. Now……….Next!
Jill Matthews: Frank’s doing amazing.
A wall of fire explodes from the entrance way and the lights go completely out, blanketing the arena in pitch black.
After a few seconds of silence, "The Regulator" by Clutch suddenly echoes eerily throughout the arena, and a blood red spotlight trails around the crowd. As the beat picks up, the spotlight lands on the stage and from the curtain steps a shadowed, masked Jake Youngblood, coloured crimson from the light. His head turns from side to side, gazing coldly at the booing crowd, before he then focuses on the ring; the red spotlight grows to eventually cause the arena to begin glowing that deep scarlet, as the crowd gets louder.
Youngblood simply ignores them, eyes still on the ring as he slowly and calmly makes his way down the ramp. He steps up on the apron, heavy glare never leaving the ring, As he stands on the apron, Youngblood moves his hand to the bottom of his mask, and slowly lifts up to take it off. Jake leaps over the ropes before stripping off his hoodie to reveal his new "Sadistic Renegade" T shirt and a pair of elbow pads, along with Jake's tribal tattoo that covers his right upper arm.
Vince Walters: Oh my god! It’s Jake Youngblood back in NEW!
He looks to the referee smirking as he peels of his shirt revealing his athletic form, looking around at the crowd before raising his arms to his chest. Jake slides into the ring and runs to the other ropes and hits Frank with a missile dropkick. The dropkick hits Frank's face and knocks him onto his knees. Jake grabs Frank's shoulder and pulls him up and Irish whips him to the ropes. Jake awaits the return with his arm out for a clothesline but Frank ducks it and when Frank runs back again Jake is on the ground and monkey flips Frank to the mat. Jake walks to Frank and put him in the sleeper hold but it isn't a very good idea because Frank is only inches from the rope. Frank puts his arm out for the rope break but Jake stands up and backs up a few steps dragging Frank with him.
Jill Matthews: He seems to be trying to take out Frank with mat moves?
Vince Walters: Yeah none of his high flying?
Jake tightens his hold but soon Frank rises to his knees and turns to his side and elbows Jake's midsection. Jake's lock weakens with the elbow but Frank manages to give another elbow thus making Jake hold his midsection and release from the sleeper hold. Frank runs to the ropes and flies back with a flying knee, dropping Jake to the mat. Frank grabs hold of Jake's hair and begins to punch the face of the man. Frank lets go and put his foot on Jake's face and twists. Jake grabs Frank's foot trying to get his foot off but did so with no luck.
Jill Matthews: He is quiet the talented wrestler.
Vince Walters: Either that or he's got a foot odour?"
Frank put his foot up and put a few stomps to Jake. Frank pulls him up by the hair and lifts him up in a vertical suplex before letting him fall forward onto his knee. Jake holds his stomach for a few seconds but he manages to stand and as Frank run at him Jake arm drags him to the mat. Frank stands up quickly and runs at Jake but Jake jumps onto his shoulders and delivers a huge hurricanrana but as Frank hits the mat Jake grabs his leg and goes for the cover. The ref began to count.........1...........2...........NO, Frank kicks out.
Jill Matthews: These two seem to be quite matched?
Both wrestlers stand but Jake kick’s Frank's midsection then grab’s both of his arms and hits a double arm DDT. Frank's is motionless as Jake climbs to the top turnbuckle. Jake launches himself and is hoping to connect with a 720 Splash but Frank rolls out of the way.
Vince Walters: OWW!!
Both wrestlers are on the mat but soon Frank slowly stands up and locks Jake into a Neck Crank. Jake moans in agony as he tries to crawl to the ropes but has no luck. He is in the middle of the ring and the pain is too intense for him to crawl any further. While the referee checks on Jake, Frank grabs the rope for leverage. Jake is trying to get out and starts to throw his arms wildly but that stops and soon he isn't moving at all. They begin the count. The ref picks up his arm and lets it drop; it hit the mat with a thud and the ref signalled to the timekeeper.
ONE!
Vince Walters: He's cutting off all circulation to his head.
Again the referee grabs the arm up of Jake and drops it and again it falls and hits the mat with a thud. The referee signals to the timekeeper.
Jill Matthews: Maybe.
One more time the referee picks up the arm of Jake and drops it but just before hitting the mat Jake's arm shoots up and so does his body. Frank lets go of Jake and walks over to a neutral corner waiting for Jake to regain his feet. Although Jake is freed, he is still in a lot of pain and Frank is still dominating. Frank runs to Jake and knee his back. Frank pulls up Jake aggressively by the hair and whips him to the turnbuckle but when Jake gets there he put his arms out and catapults himself up and Frank who is running behind him is caught by Jake's legs around his shoulders. Frank soon takes control of this and throws Jake to the outside. A huge gasp is heard across the arena as Jake flies for a second from the turnbuckle to the outside onto the hard floor. Frank slides to the outside but by the time he gets there Jake has stood up but he grabs his head and slams it into the steel steps, not once, not twice, but three times.
Vince Walters: Frank’s looking strong.
Frank walks around the ring looking at his fans but is suddenly caught by a foot as Jake swings around the ring post feet first into his face. It knocks him flying back into the crowd. Jake rolls into the ring to stop the referee's count.
Vince Walters: What's Frank doing in the crowd?
Jake looks at him, shrugs his shoulders, charges from one side of the ring to the other and then slingshots himself from the top rope into the crowd with some kind of slingshot pescado.
Vince Walters: Holy Shit!!!!
Jake rolls Frank into the ring and sets him up by the turnbuckle. He jumps up onto the top turnbuckle. He launches himself off with a big time leg drop straight across Frank’s throat and rolls him up…………………….1………………………2…………………………3!!
Vince Walters: Now that was good stuff.
Jill Matthews: Most definitely.
The lights go out.
Jill Matthews: Oh what’s going on?
Vince Walters: Who could this be?
The lights come back on with Jake Youngblood down in the ring. Emily Koresh stands over him. She rolls him up as the referee drops down for the count……………………..1…………………………….2………………….3!
Vince Walters: Oh my god! Nocturnal’s little sister just laid out Nocturnal’s former apprentice.
Jill Matthews: Wait, is she in this match?
Vince Walters: Looks like it.
A figure jumps from the crowd and rolls into the ring. It is Darla Knight.
Vince Walters: Oh my god…….wait, I keep saying that. These two are fucked up.
Jill Matthews: Here we go.
Emily stares down at Darla, who doesn't back up an inch. The bell rings. Emily strikes right away, slapping Darla. Darla doesn't budge. The slap isn't meant to hurt. It is a direct insult. Grabbing Darla by the throat with both hands, Darla lifts her up as far up as her arms will allow. Darla then delivers a power bomb and goes for the cover. ........1..........2 ........kick out.
Jill Matthews: Too quick for any of these two to go for the cover.
Vince Walters: She should know better.
Emily rolls away from Darla to a corner and pulls herself up. Emily charges out at Darla. Dropkick. And another. And then a third. Darla is rocking but not falling. Emily charges at Darla as if for a clothesline, and then suddenly dropkicks Darla right on the knee. That works. Darla goes down to her knees and Emily smashes Darla with several hard right hands to the face. And then a super kick to the jaw that finishes the chopping down of the weird nurse.
Jill Matthews: Very interesting. Emily has scouted out Darla and knows if she can't stand she can't do 90 per cent of her offence.
Emily heads to the ring apron. She launches herself back into the ring with Slingshot somersault leg drop and goes for a cover.......1............2.........No. Darla powers right out, pushing Emily away. As Darla tries to get back up, Emily goes to work on Darla's neck, stomping the back of her head. Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, continuing to send Darla's face first into the mat. And then she drops an elbow, no doubt planning to set up Darla for her finisher sometime soon. Then Darla flips over and catches one of Emily's boots. Using her legs, Darla leg sweeps Emily, who trips and falls to the mat. Darla finally gets back up and as Emily does, a HUGE clothesline sends Emily right back down. Darla then grabs Emily and pulls her back up. She whips her to the ropes, but Emily, somehow, manages to grab hold of the top rope and quickly mounts the turnbuckles.
A Flying clothesline from Emily sends both wrestlers crash to the mat. Emily, like a rabid animal, goes right after Darla while both wrestlers are still down on the mat. Emily sends punch after punch into the back of Darla's head and neck. But Darla is able to bat Emily away, just long enough to get back into this thing. Emily charges but is lifted high into the air. A back body drop from her. Darla drops Emily down throat first onto the top rope! And as Emily recoils, Darla kicks her right in the face with a stiletto boot. She falls between the top and middle rope, hits the apr
Vince Walters: And we sure have some tension in the building tonight and for once it’s not sexual. Well maybe with L.A. Kief it is.
Jill Matthews: What an epic show we have lined up for you.
Vince Walters: You’ve got that right! Not only are we guaranteed to crown a new world champion but we have the TA, X-Core and Youngblood championships up for grabs. It’s like Christmas in here!
Jill Matthews: Speaking of Christ, our first match promises to be interesting as the good Christian Father Nathan takes on the evil Seth Iser. Tom Davis take it away…
Tom Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Tension in Texas! Our opening match is a dog collar match between good and evil. Introducing first, weighing in at 225 pounds, from Dublin, Ireland…Father Nathan.
The arena lights turn to complete darkness as nothing but the lights of fans cell phones can be seen. After a few moments of silence, the eerie “"God's Gonna Cut you Down" by Johnny Cash begins to play. A tall shadowy figure can be seen standing at the top of the entrance ramp as they fans begin to scream. The lights fade back to reveal Father Nathan kissing his trademark cross. The fans go wild for Father Nathan as they hold up banners with the cross symbol.
Vince Walters: Wow the fans really are into God around here.
Jill Matthews: That’s because Father Nathan lives in San Antonio.
Vince Walters: If he lives in Texas, why is he taking so long to get to the ring?
Father Nathan slowly makes his way down the ramp. He stops at the bottom and has a short prayer before entering the ring. He takes off his cross and hands it to Tom Davis for safekeeping.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, weighing in at 260 from Morgantown, West Virginia… Seth Iser.
The lights dim as "Gehenna" by Slipknot begins to play. Seth Iser wastes no time in appearing on the entranceway. The crowd boo as he Seth Iser strolls down the ramp. He stops at the bottom and mirrors Father Nathan’s crucifix pose. Father Nathan shakes his head and beckons him in, to which Iser obliges and rolls under the bottom rope.
Jill Matthews: Seth Iser is 35 pounds heavier than Father Nathan. I reckon the weight advantage is going to give him a huge advantage.
Vince Walters: Kaya Blain would have been good in this match. It’s a shame she left.
Referee Joshua Clarkson places the dog collar round Father Nathan’s neck and locks it in. Seth Iser instantly grabs the chain and pulls Father Nathan towards him before hitting him with an uppercut to his nose. Father Nathan’s nose is already bleeding as Joshua Clarkson attempts to put the collar round Seth Iser’s neck. Iser ignores the novice referee and wraps the chain round Father Nathan’s neck and uses it to strangle him. Iser drags Nathan round the ring and stamps on Father Nathan’s face. Father Nathan’s face is bright red as he struggles for air.
Jill Matthews: The match hasn’t even started yet! How is this fair?
Vince Walters: Iser is like a dog chewing a bone, he just won’t let go.
Clarkson intervenes and threatens to disqualify Iser unless he puts the dog collar on. Eventually, Iser puts the collar round his own neck as Clarkson locks it on. Clarkson checks both collars and signals for the bell to ring.
Jill Matthews: The match is finally underway but Seth Iser has already inflicted more than enough damage.
Vince Walters: Life’s a bitch sometimes!
Jill Matthews: Are you going to be like this all night? It’s becoming REALLY irritating.
Vince Walters: Calm down, don't terrier self up about it!
Father Nathan desperately tries to regain some air but he gets no rest bite as Iser pulls him towards him and hits him with a short-arm clothesline. Father Nathan hits the floor as Iser once more wraps the chain round Father Nathan’s neck and resumes choking him out. Referee Clarkson counts to ten and forces Iser to release the hold. Iser ignores him and carries on choking him anyway as once again Father Nathan’s face looks like it’s going to explode. Clarkson threatens to disqualify Iser if he continues to ignore him. Iser gets up and remonstrates with the referee who backs away appearing intimidated.
Vince Walters: Iser is not happy; he’s telling the referee to come rover here.
Jill Matthews: Iser is breaking every rule in the book.
Vince Walters: Maybe he needs obedience lessons…
Jill Matthews: Maybe you need to shut the fuck up.
Vince Walters: Well that put me in my place…or should I say kennel.
Iser continues to intimidate the referee who backs away into the corner. As the arguing continues, Nathan manages to scramble to his feet and catches Iser unaware, taking him down with a Russian Legsweep. Nathan quickly gives Iser a taste of his own medicine as he wraps the chain around his neck and locks him in a Dragon Sleeper.
Jill Matthews: Iser shouldn’t have turned his back on his opponent like that.
Vince Walters: Yeah, it allowed Father Nathan to take him from behind…doggy style.
Jill Matthews: Please remember Father Nathan is a Catholic priest and shouldn’t be disrespected like that.
Vince Walters: I can say whatever I want…Mother Teresa is a slut…see?
The referee asks Iser if he wants to tap but he refuses. Iser looks limp as the referee holds his arm in the air to see if it drops. Much to the surprise of everyone watching, Iser’s arm stays up as he does a one-fingered gesture before repeatedly punching Nathan in the face until he breaks the hold. Nathan and Iser slowly get back up as the pair exchange blow after blow. Nathan hits Iser with a right hook but Iser returns the compliment with a kidney punch. Nathan wraps the chain round his fist and nails an uppercut on Iser’s jaw.
Jill Matthews: Iser and Nathan are pounding each other. How much more can they take?
Vince Walters: No Jill they’re hound-ing each other. Get it?
Iser rolls out of the ring as he tries to recover. Nathan exits the ring at the adjacent side and runs forward. The chain pulls forward and forces Iser to go face first into the ring post. Iser tries to pull the chain backwards but Nathan grabs onto the guardrail and uses it for leverage as he pulls Iser forward into the post again. Iser slumps down as Nathan runs across towards him and spears him back into the post. Nathan successively goes in and out of the ring so that the chain wraps a dazed Iser around the ring post. With Iser trapped, Nathan picks up a chair from ringside and smashes it against Iser’s face. The crowd cringe as Nathan hits Iser with repeated chair shots to the face.
Jill Matthews: Oh my god….
Vince Walters: You can’t say that in front of Father Nathan, it’s blasphemy!
Jill Matthews: Iser is in trouble now. God’s going to strike him down.
Vince Walters: Wait a minute; Seth Iser told me he was the true God. Why would he strike himself down?
Iser is bleeding as Father Nathan continues his onslaught. Father Nathan taunts Iser by raising his arms in the air but Iser manages to free his left leg and uses it to low blow his opponent. Iser desperately tries to unwrap himself as he goes in and out of the ring. He is almost free when Father Nathan comes towards him with a big boot. Iser catches Nathan’s leg and rams in into the ring apron. With Father Nathan’s leg still resting on the apron, Iser picks up the steel chair and drives it into his knee. Father Nathan falls back in agony as Iser finally unwraps himself.
Vince Walters: The Deity of Destruction as he calls himself has just destroyed Nathan’s kneecap. Maybe he should prey to Cerberus, the God of the dogs.
Jill Matthews: I agree, Father Nathan has been off form as of late and he needs all the help he can get.
Vince Walters: Father Nathan hasn’t won a match since Nocturnal destroyed his body on December 8th. In fact the last time he won was in October.
Jill Matthews: But Father Nathan can take heart from the Bible. After all it says, “And so after waiting patiently, Abraham received what was promised.”
Vince Walters: What? Aaron Abraham is back?
Iser rummages under the ring and pulls out some thumbtacks. He drops them all over the floor and proceeds dragging a grounded Father Nathan into them. The pins impale Father Nathan and stick to his back as the crowd chant, "Holy shit".
Jill Matthews: Ouch that has got to hurt! Holy shit indeed.
Vince Walters: I bet Father Nathan’s feeling a bit ruff after that walk.
Jill Matthews: Will you stop it?
Vince Walters: No…those pins are ripping Nathan open like canines.
Father Nathan tries to get back up but Iser knees him in the face. With Father Nathan grounded once more, Iser goes back into the ring and starts pulling the chain against the ropes. Nathan is forced back up as Iser continues pulling. Father Nathan is left dangling as Iser won’t let go.
Jill Matthews: Seth Iser is hanging Father Nathan!
Vince Walters: Seth Iser is turning Father Nathan into a Catholic martyr. We haven’t seen this kind of Catholic hanging since the days of Henry VIII back in England. Didn’t his daughter become a Catholic? Hmm… I wonder if Iser’s daughter will become Catholic too.
Jill Matthews: I hope he never has children but if he did, they’d probably be sacrificed as ornaments to Nocturnal.
Iser continues to hang Father Nathan against the ring ropes. Eventually the ropes give way and snap. Iser pulls Nathan back into the ring and attempts to shove a small part of the ring rope down Nathan’s throat. Iser manages to shove part of it in his Father Nathan’s mouth as he chokes. Iser mocks the crowd by motioning Father Nathan’s crucifix gesture.
Vince Walters: What the fuck? He’s going to kill him.
Jill Matthews: Somebody stop the match! This is sick.
Vince Walters: Well that’s Seth Iser for you; he’s always been a sick son of a bitch. Talking of sick…
Jill Matthews: Ewww…
Father Nathan throws up part of the ring rope as he spews all over the ring. With Iser still taunting the crowd, Father Nathan manages to crawl to the corner and uses the turnbuckle to help him back up. Iser looks shocked when he notices Father Nathan back on his feet. Iser runs towards him but slips on the sick and falls backward. Father Nathan climbs to the second turnbuckle and hits Iser with an elbow drop. He goes for the cover as Joshua Clarkson counts…
One…
Two…
Iser kicks out as Joshua Clarkson delays the pin by refusing to touch the vomit.
Vince Walters: I swear the referee just cost Father Nathan the match. He shouldn’t have been so careful.
Jill Matthews: Would you put your hand in sick?
Vince Walters: I would if it was my job.
Jill Matthews: Well that’s why you’re single.
Father Nathan climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for Iser to get back to his feet. Iser sees Nathan coming and manages to pull Nathan off the turnbuckle as he crashes back first into his own sick. Iser drags Nathan out of the ring as he climbs over the guardrail and sends Nathan crashing over it. The fans tap Iser on his shoulder and try to touch his mask. Iser reacts furiously and pushes them out of his way.
Jill Matthews: Iser despises Texans, even more than he does the English.
Vince Walters: I wonder what he thinks about hillbillies.
Jill Matthews: I’ve heard he hates them too. He hates just about everyone.
Security wades in and separate Iser from the fans. The commotion distracts Iser as he fails to spot Father Nathan running up from behind. Nathan hits him with a knee to the back before whipping him back over the guardrail. Father Nathan runs up the ramp and comes back down with a dropkick to Iser’s face. Father Nathan drags Iser up the ramp towards the backstage area.
Jill Matthews: Is Father Nathan taking Iser backstage?
Vince Walters: He’s probably got a choir waiting for him. I hope they sing a bit of Elvis.
Jill Matthews: "Hound Dog" right? I can see you’re punch lines a mile off.
Vince Walters: I was thinking of his other classic hit… "A Dog’s Life". Ha, ha…I got you there!
Father Nathan stops at the Titantron and begins climbing it. Seth Iser gets to his feet as Father Nathan comes flying back down and catches him with a double-axe handle. Father Nathan climbs the Titantron again and turns to face a staggering Iser. Father Nathan hesitates before climbing even further as Iser begins to hang.
Jill Matthews: Now it’s Iser’s turn to be hung.
Vince Walters: Let’s hope he doesn’t get hung, drawn and quartered. At the moment he’s hanging like your grandma’s tits.
Iser has no alternative but to scale the Titantron to stop himself from being hung as Father Nathan reaches the top of the frame. Nathan peers down as Iser follows him up. Just as Iser is about to climb to the top, Father Nathan stands on his right hand. Iser’s grip is worsening but he manages to hold on and grab Nathan’s leg with his left arm. Father Nathan almost loses his balance and has to cling to the video screen, which allows Iser to climb to the top.
Jill Matthews: Oh my god! This is getting dangerous!
Vince Walters: This is like a duel to the death… awesome. One of these poor dogs is going to be put down.
Father Nathan and Iser exchange punches as both try and maintain their balance. Nathan backtracks and loses his footing in the framework as Iser hits him with a knee to the jaw. The kick sends Nathan backwards as he dangles off the Titantron, gripping the framework with one hand. Iser callously stamps on his feet as Nathan falls down. The impact of Nathan’s fall almost sends Iser with him but he desperately clings to the frame as Nathan hangs. Nathan is out cold as the referee Joshua Clarkson has no alternative but to award the victory to Seth Iser and calls for the bell to ring.
Tom Davis: And the winner of the match via knock out… Seth Iser.
Jill Matthews: Oh god, no! This can’t be happening. Seth Iser has just hung Father Nathan.
Vince Walters: I guess Father Nathan will be need everybody’s prayers if he’s to survive.
Jill Matthews: If he’s not already dead.
Vince Walters: If he is, it’s a fitting way to go. Executed just like his so called saviour.
The crowd boo furiously as the medics try and persuade Iser to jump down and save Father Nathan’s life. The chain finally snaps from the pressure as Father Nathan crashes down on the ramp. The medics rush to his aid and check for a pulse. A stretcher is immediately called as Nathan is rushed backstage. Iser callously smirks from up above as the crowd boo furiously.
Vince Walters: This match was a sad tail indeed for Father Nathan.
Jill Matthews: Will you be serious for once? A man may be dead and all you can do is make dog jokes.
Vince Walters: Sorry, I was lead a stray.
Jill Matthews: Stop it! Just stop it! Or I’ll slap you!
Vince Walters: Dis temper of yours needs to be cur tailed…owww!
DOG COLLAR MATCH
Type1 vs 1
Length20 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating52%
Crowd Reaction71%
Overall Rating61%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
We go backstage where we see an locker room and hear someone doing pushups and stretches. The crowd instantly goes nuts as they notice the NEW Trans-Atlantic Championship hanging in the locker. They go even more crazy as Al Envy pops into screen loosening his muscles up.”
Jill Matthews: My God listen to this ovation!!! The TA tile will be on the line tonight in a Texas Death Match and the champion Texas’ own Al Envy is getting ready. I think Clark Benson is going to get some words with the Show Stealer right now.
Vince Walters: This ovation is Von Erich-esque. I have a lot to say about Al Envy but if these people hear me I will be branded and taxidermy. Unbelievable ovation.
‘Clark Benson comes into the shot as Al turns his attention to Clark. They have to wait for the crowd to subside down as Al just smiles into the camera.
Clark Benson: Al Envy, welcome home sir!!
“The Texas crowd pops again as Envy throws up the Gig Em Aggie sign.”
Al Envy: It’s definitely good to be here. I think you know how much it means to me Clark that I am in Texas.
Clark Benson: Tonight the TA title in a Death Match Texas style against Tommy Kain.
“Before Al could answer he looks over Clarks shoulder and gets a look of confusion on his face. The camera swings around and Scarlet Styles is standing there to the shock of the Texan crowd.”
Clark Benson: Mrs Styles….
“Scarlet in one motion takes the microphone away from Clark Benson. He takes the hint and leaves Al and Scarlet alone. Al looks perplexed.”
Scarlet: I just wanted to come in here and wish you good luck. I know you are not going to disappoint this Texas crowd tonight.
“The place pops as Al just stands there forcing a smile.”
Al Envy: And um……good luck with your match tonight against Roe. I……hope you win……
“A scarlet smile at Al then does the unthinkable. She leans in and kisses his right cheek. The place explodes with awws and oohhsss. All Al did was stand there emotionless looking around as Scarlet smiled sweetly and left the room. Al takes a deep breath.”
Al Envy: okay……..
“He goes back to preparing for his title defense as the camera cuts back to the ring for the next match.”
BACKSTAGE WITH ENVY
TypeOne man segment
Length4 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating52%
Crowd Reaction66%
Overall Rating59%
VS VS VS
Jill Matthews: Scarlet and Al Envy seem to be getting on well these days. It’s nice to see a bit of camaraderie between wrestlers.
Vince Walters: I struggle to kee- pup with whose friends and whose not.
Jill Matthews: Are you still on the dog puns?
Vince Walters: I’d like to stop but I don’t know…owwww!
Jill Matthews: Next up we have a fatal four way and all four men are already in the ring. Making his refereeing debut is senior Jim Floss’ son, Trevor Floss. So let’s hope this match is easy for him.
Vince Walters: I hope he’s better than his father.
Jill Matthews: Ozario Liscio is making his return after a two year absence and boy does he look pumped up.
After checking all four opponents for any foreign objects, Trevor Floss is satisfied and signals for the bell to ring. Devin Stone immediately locks up with Mason Stockholm as Ozario Liscio puts Dark Angel in an arm wringer. Stone takes Stockholm down with a snapmere and immediately goes for the pin but Liscio breaks it up.
Jill Matthews: Devin Stone seems a big eager tonight.
Vince Walters: I remember the days when Devin Stone was half decent. He once beat Jesse Styles but these days he’s cannon fodder.
Jill Matthews: That win must have been a fluke.
Vince Walters: It’s so long ago I can’t even remember it but he sure can, even if Jesse has owned him ever since.
Liscio and Stone square up to each up but both Angel and Stockholm simultaneously go for schoolboy pins, Angel on Liscio and Stockholm on Devin. Trevor Floss is unsure what to do but both men immediately kick out so he need not worry. Stone and Devin seem furious at their opponents as Devin hits Stockholm with an eye rake before following taking him down with a Hard Scoop Slam. Liscio hits Angel down with a sidekick, which lands square on his jaw.
Jill Matthews: Angel and Stockholm are like punch bags out there.
Vince Walters: A punch bag would put up more of a fight than these two.
Stone whips Stockholm through the ropes. Stone follows him out of the ring and pushes him into the guardrail. As Stockholm rests against the guardrail, Stone hits him with a jumping splash. In the centre of the ring, Liscio continues to beat down Angel and sends her down with a sidewalk slam. He locks her in the ankle lock and she immediately taps. The referee signals for the bell to ring, much to the shock of Devin Stone who fists Stockholm in frustration. Even Liscio looks surprised at how easy it was!
Jill Matthews: Is that it? Is it over?
Tom Davis: And the winner of the match via submission… Ozario Liscio!
Jill Matthews: It’s a winning return for Ozario Liscio. His first PPV win since Cold Front 2010 when oddly enough he defeated Devin Stone.
Vince Walters: Devin Stone looks absolutely gutted. I can’t blame him, Dark Angel has lost it for him.
Devin Stone and Oscario stare down other as Stone walks backwards down the ramp. Oscario triumphantly holds his arm in the air as the fans give him a warm reception.
FATAL FOUR WAY
Type1 vs 1 vs 1 vs 1
Length7 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating35%
Crowd Reaction51%
Overall Rating43%
VS
Coming back from an Ignite promo we find Judas Dathan standing in the ring awaiting his opponent. The MMA expert looks focused and ready to make his mark.
Tom Davis: The following contest here at Tension in Texas is scheduled for one fall…introducing first currently in the ring he is JJUUDDAASS DDAATTHHAANN!!!!!!!!!
Jill Matthews: This should be one hell of a matchup. Judas Dathan trying to get himself back in the title hunt here in NEW and I say is doing a hell of a job at it. He faces a familiar face in pro wrestling making his NEW debut tonight here.
Vince Walters: I feel bad for Patrick Jones really. Finally making it to the big time from that irrelevant company of past glory called Total Extreme Wrestling and finally making it to the big time and look who he faces. This isn’t that Judas from TEW this is a totally different beast. I fully expect for Judas to stretch this guy and kick his teeth down his throat.
Jill Matthews: We shall see, because here he comes.
Entrance Music: “Wanted Man” by Rev Theory.
Tom Davis: And his opponent mking his NEW debut he is PPAATTRRICCKK JJOONNEESS!!
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.
However Patrick isn’t alone as he is accompanied to the ring by another former TEW alumni.
Jill Matthews; My God that’s Drake Blake!!
Vince Walters: Well is this a TEW reunion or what? Jesus they are coming out of the woodwork for fucks sake.
The crowd responds as “Sick” Drake Blake stands in PJ’s corner. Judas has a complete look of distain as the ref calls for the bell.
Jill Matthews: And the two men lock in the room and Judas immediately places Pat in a side head lock. Pat reverses it into ahead lock of his own but Judas quickly launches him into the ropes. Patrick Jones rebounds and knocks Judas down. PJ is now bouncing off the ropes again and Judas catches him with a kick to the stomach and then a high knee lift. I guess Judas isn’t messing around huh.
Vince Walters: You got that shit right. Send his ass back to the purple kool aid factory.
Jill Matthews: And Judas starts to use that mma back ground as he delivers some stiff right hands and feet to Patrick. Drake looks a little nervous on the outside as Judas is really taking it to PJ. Not a strong showing by the new guy right now at all. I may chalk it up to ring rust but never count this kid out. He has the heart of a lion.
Vince Walters: Yeah and he is screaming like a bitch thanks to the Kimora by Dathan.
Jill Matthews: Oh man PJ better get to the ropes or have his arm and shoulder ripped out. It seems to be Judas has a little bit of an aggressive streak more than often. And Man PJ just makes it into the ropes. But that arm is hurting like hell and Judas goes to work on it. Judas is grabbing it and OH Jesus snaps it over his own shoulder. Patrick Jones is in some real pain right now.
Vince Walters: Judas is putting on a clinic right now.
“The crowd starts a PJ chant trying to get Patrick back into the match.”
Jill Matthews: As Judas is holding in this arm vice putting more damage into that shoulder and arm the crowd seems to be getting Patrick a little adrenaline. PJ is back up to his feet and delivers some elbows with his good arm into the side of Judas. Finally PJ breaks the hold and goes on the offensive with some right hands staggering Judas!
Vince Walters: Come on Dathan respond!!Don’t let TEW beat you dammit!!
Jill Matthews: What is your issue with a long gone wrestling company. TEW produced some hellacious athletes in their day. May I remind you that Al Envy came from there?
Vince Walters: What’s your point?
Jill Matthews: I suggest you don’t let these Texans hear you. I am not going to protect you when they beat the hell out of you. Anyways back to the match. Patrick hits a dropkick knocking Judas down and starts nailing clothes lines with his good arm. Man the injured one looks in really bad shape here. Patrick is calling for a ddt but damn Judas hits that arm aagain and once again locks in the Kimora!!
Vince Walters: Look at PJ screaming, and heisn’t even close to the ropes!!!
Jill Matthews: But By God he is still fighting. He is still fighting to get to those ropes. What a hell of a show of heart here! And unbelievable he made it to them!!
“The referee starts the 5 count and at the last second Judas lets go. PJ lies there holding his arm as Judas taunts the crowd. Signaling this is it.”
Vince Walters: Judas is such a bad ass. He is decimating Patrick Jones. He locks that Kimora in one more time and say goodnight PJ. Welcome to a real wrestling company boy!!
Jill Matthews: Judas needs to end this and quit jawing with the crowd who is really giving him some heat right now. Judas drags PJ back to the middle of the ring and stands him up. He now goes for a cross arm breaker but Patrick Jones counters it. Judas goes for a clothesline and Patrick ducks it. Judas turns around and BOOM BOOMM!! Zoned out ! ZONED OU!!!! Oh my God that came out of nowhere!!!
1.. 2… TTHHRE
Vince Walters: Oh you have got to be kidding me. Patrick Jones just beat Judas Dathan.
Jill Matthews: No he didn’t!! Judas JJUUSSTT got his shoulder up!!
“Patrick actually thought he won the match then realizes that he didn’t. He looks to the outside at Drake Blake who tells him to finish off Judas.”
Jill Matthews: The crowd really is behind PJ here. PJ is going in for another big move. He seems to be signaling for an even bigger Zoned Out. He is positioning himself and Judas is groggy getting up. Patrick launches himself but Judas catches the foot and spins him around!!! He the grabs the arm he has been working on and BOOM Cross Arm Breaker. What a hell of a counter by Judas and he is dead center in the ring with the submission!!!!
Vince Walters: PJ needs to tap or get that arm broke!!!
Jill Matthews: But My God he is still fighting. But he is starting to slow down. Look at PJ fight but I think its finally catching up to him. He is fading. I think he is passed out from the pain.
“The referee starts to drop the arm three times. Despite the crowd begging for PJ to fight more the arm drops for the third time and the bell rings.”
Vince Walters: NEW 1 TEW 0. Just like they belong. A big fat ZERO!!!!
Jill Matthews: Yeah but my what a tremendous show of heart. PJ is going to fit just fine in NEW.
Tom Davis: Here is your winner by submission…. JJUUDDAASS DDAATTHHAANN.
Jill Matthews: This will not be the last we hear from Patrick Jones. And I just got word neither Drake Blake!! Because he too is now a part of the NEW roster!! Can’t wait to see what these gusy have in store for NEW!
Winner: Judas Dathan…..
JONES VS DATHAN
Type1 vs 1
Length15 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating25%
Crowd Reaction36%
Overall Rating30%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Nocturnal is walking down the locker room corridor. His sister Emily and his step daughter Summer are in tow behind him. He has the look of an arrogant champion on his face. He has his bag over his shoulder.
He suddenly stops as if he’s seen a ghost. This look leaves his face within seconds before returning to his stoic normal look. Stood leaning against Nocturnal’s locker room door is none other than former DWF World Heavyweight Champion, Makeveli.
Nocturnal: Wow, now this is a blast from my past. Emily, you remember this clown right?
Makeveli smiles.
Makeveli: Clown? You looked in the mirror lately?
Nocturnal: Oh funny. What you doing here? Trying to relive your youth? You do know that the last time you were relevant a Bush was in the White House. I am now the man. I am the franchise. How does it feel? How does it feel to be the shadow of your former self?
Makeveli: Funny how things go full circle eh? KID! You the man round here right? The top drawer, numero uno, yada, yada, yada!
Nocturnal: Kid? Oh really? You think you can come into my promotion and ride my coat tails? I don’t think so. This is my promotion, not Jesse freaking Styles Mak. I don’t want you to be disappointed. Well not too much but time has moved on. The 80’s want their gimmick back boy!
Makeveli gets right in Nocturnal’s face and smirks.
Makeveli: Get the fuck outta here Noc. Look at you standing there, you’ve got that look in your eyes, that same star struck look that you wore on your face the day you first met me! Let’s get one thing straight dawg; you’ll always live in my shadow… Just like you did when you first entered DWF, ya dig?
Nocturnal: Dig? What? Speak fucking English fucker. Who do you think you are? Do you think I haven’t thought of what you and Archon did to me on that first show? When Archon held my face against the burning cell and scarred me for life? Do you think that smell has ever left my nostrils? I became who I was because of that. You remember SIX? You remember what they did to the DWF? What did you do? What did you do?
Makeveli: I was incarcerated for 12 fucking years and I’m still more famous then you’ll ever be, so how’d you like those apples? BOY!
Nocturnal: Prison bitch? Oh you want to be famous? What for peaches? Dropping your draws and taking punishment from your cellmate? Things have moved on. I have been a multi-time World Heavyweight Champion including the last ever DWF World Heavyweight Champion since you went on your vacation. Times move on.
Makeveli: Look into these eyes Nocturnal, look real fucking hard too… I schooled you’re ass back in the day and history will repeat itself in the not so distant future!
Nocturnal: Really? Is that it? Do you think I will let this lie? I will not let you disrespecting me spoil my night. I will bring the NEW World Heavyweight Championship back to Unstable and make this the night of nights.
Makeveli: Good luck for tonight!
PATH CROSSES
TypeTwo man segment
Length7 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating62%
Crowd Reaction74%
Overall Rating68%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Former DWF World Heavyweight Champion is walking down one of the corridors backstage. He has a smirk on his face know how he punked out Nocturnal earlier.
A shadow covers him.
Makeveli: Come back for some more Noc?
A hand reaches out and grabs Makeveli by the throat. A look of utter shock crosses Makeveli's eyes. A reflection of a masked face is seen in his eyes.
Voice: There is only a few things that can bring the monster back out of me. And you are one of them my little side show freak.
The figure lifts Makeveli up by the throat with one hand and throws him backwards straight through a locker door.
Voice: It's all happens for a reason. And my time is here once again poor little Makeveli.
The camera picks up Makeveli lying on the ground, the broken door around his body. The figure walks out into the light for a split second before turning too the camera.
Deathstroke: Boo!
HE'S BACK
TypeOne man segment
Length3 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating28%
Crowd Reaction37%
Overall Rating32%
VS
THIS IS WAR!!!^^^^^!!^!^!^!^
By 30 seconds to mars hits over the speakers and out walks the Owner of New Edge Wrestling none other than Jesse Styles. He points at his sleeveless NEW Styles hype shirt and then walks down the ramp slapping a few hands with some of the fans as the crowd in attendance gives him a very mixed reaction. Jesse doesn't seem to mind as he walks up the steps and gets into the ring and he then looks at Tom Davis who is standing there with a microphone and just glares at him.
Tom Davis: OH um... Ladies and gentlemen now standing in the ring at this time for our upcoming match he is the special guest ref for tonights grudge match he is the OWNER OF NEW EDGE WRESTLING THE HYPE JESSE STYLES!!!
Jesse tosses his arms in the air and mouths the words thank you....thank you very much as the fans continue to give him a mixed reaction and he just smiles.
Jill Mathews: Well ladies and gentlemen this very heated feud is about to come to head tonight and Jesse is stuck right in the middle of it.
Vince Walters: Ha, you said head.
Jill Mathews: Shut up perv.
Vince Walters: As for him being stuck in the middle of it well he did kiss Aurora.
Jill Mathews: She kissed him he had his hand up in the air and was taken by suprise.
Vince Walters: Oh come on he wanted her to kiss him.
Jill Mathews: I didn't know you became a mind reader.
Vince Walters: Yes and right now your mind is saying you want me.
Jill Mathews: So off base.
Tom Davis: And, now introducing the participants for tonights grudge match first here is AURORA DEADWOOD!!
Aurora's theme plays and out she walks with a bottle of jack daniels in her hand a very small amount left in it. She takes one last chug of it then tosses it off to the side smiling as she walks down the isle way towards the ring. The fans give her a mixed reaction and she climbs up the ring steps walking all smooth like towards Jesse once she got in the ring. She opens her arms expecting a hug from Jesse who literally tells her to go to her corner. Aurora then yells no one puts BABY IN THE CORNER! Jesse then says back this isn't DIRTY DANCING WOMAN get to your corner. She blows him a kiss and then does indeed walk over to one of the corners.
Vince Walters: That was just odd.....
Jill Mathews: I can't disagree with you there.
Tom Davis: And, her opponent here is SCARLET!!!
BRING ME TO LIFE!!!^^!^!^!
Scarlet's theme plays and out walks the former three time TA champion down the isle way with a pissed off look on her face like she wants to murder people. The fans give her a big ovation as she gets to the ring steps and take off her blue SKO boxing like robe and steps into the ring. Jesse her husband glares at her and she glares right back at him. You could cut the tension with a knife between those two and then Scarlet's attention turns to Aurora Deadwood who is standing in her corner smiling.
DING!!
Jill Mathews: Oh my here we go! Scarlet is walking right towards Aurora and boy she looks like she wants to do some bodily harm.
Vince Walters: Yeah that's one of those woman scorned looks one of the most dangerous looks in the world. I have seen that look many times from my dear mother and It makes me wanna piss my self.
Jill Mathews: God you need a life.
Vince Walters: HEY!
Jill Mathews: What? I'm just saying.
Vince Walters: Give me a hand job?
Jill Mathews: Shut up.... Oh Aurora just stepped outside the ring onto the apron now allowing Scarlet to get close to her. She's telling Jesse to make her calm down and Jesse is leaning against the ring ropes on the other side of the ring shrugging his shoulders.
Vince Walters: Well we can see what kind of ref he plans to be.
Jill Mathews: I think he's just trying to stay out of it.
Vince Walters: But, he's already in it.
Scarlet grabs a hold of Aurora by her hair and literally pulls her back over the top rope into the ring and starts kicking the crap out of her boot after boot none stop and Aurora is rolling around in pain as Scarlet just keeps a stomping. Jesse finally walks towards them and then gets an evil look from his wife and he tells her he didn't kiss her god damn it but you sure kissed that cowboy the other night! Now Scarlet and Jesse are arguing right in the middle of the ring as Aurora is holding her ribs and trying to use the ring ropes to pull her self to her feet. Scarlet meanwhile shoves JESSE!!! SHE SHOVES JESSE!!! Styles cracks a half smile telling her not to do that again and Scarlet calls him a bastard. Jesse says you are totally taking this over board there is nothing going on between me and Aurora unlike you and that cowboy at the bar. Scarlet just shakes her head and WHAM!!! Aurora bulldogs Scarlet face first to the mat and then rolls her over making the cover. Jesse hesitates but does get down to make the count ONE.....TWO....NO!!! Scarlet gets her right shoulder up and Jesse holds up two fingers. Aurora gets to her feet and tells Jesse to give her a kiss literally and he tells her to back away. Scarlet slowly gets back to her feet now and Aurora see's this out of the corner of her eye quickly turning towards Scarlet and dropping the rising Scarlet with a running closeline! Now Aurora turns her attention back to Jesse Styles.
Vince Walters: This is the weirdest damned match I have ever seen it's like a soap opera don't you agree Jill?
......
Vince Walters: Jill? Really? Your eating popcorn!
Jill Mathews: What this is great television and where getting to watch it live.
Vince Walters: I swear chics and there soap operas.
Jill Mathews: Hater.
Vince Walters: Jesse has been backed up in a corner now by Aurora and she has placed her hands on his shoulders he's warning her to remove her hands but I have no idea what he will do if she doesn't.
Jill Mathews: Aurora Deadwood needs one of those sex addict clinics I think.
Vince Walters: Well she's got her eyes on Jesse and she wants her prey.
Jill Mathews: She might wanna pay attention because Scarlet is up!!!
Scarlet is to her feet now and she comes running in Aurora hears the foot steps and moves out of the way and Scarlet rams into Jesse they both go down!!! Aurora smiles at what has just taken place and now puts her finger to her mouth walking over towards the downed Jesse. She stands over him and literally lays on top of him rubbing on his body. Scarlet NIPS UP!!! She pulls Aurora by her hair off of Jesse and knee's Aurora in her stomach then damned near takes her head off with a spinning heel kick right to the mouth of Aurora Deadwood. Scarlet continues the onslaught getting on top of Roe and driving her head into mat over and over again!!! Finally Scarlet gets back to her feet and allows Deadwood to get up she quickly irish whips Aurora into the corner turnbuckle and Roe's back hits the corner hard she falls foward holding the middle of her back and Scarlet with a front kick right to the mouth of Aurora knocks her off her feet yet again!!! Scarlet thinks about making the cover but decides against it and brings Roe back to her feet driving elbows into her face multiple times and you can see a little swelling beginning to form in the face of Deadwood due to the skilled shots from the former boxer known as Scarlet. Aurora looks almost out on her feet now as she leans against the ring ropes and Scarlet T BONE SUPLEXES AURORA DOWN TO THE MAT!! Jesse now is back to his feet looking actually a little pissed from getting knocked off his feet. Scarlet looks at him and tells him to get over here and make the count. Jesse turns his back on her and just shakes his head!!
Jill Mathews: WHAT!
VInce Walters: Wait a minute he's refusing to make a count for his wife?
Jill Mathews: Oh my this could be real bad now Scarlet is forcing him to turn around and they are arguing again.
Vince Walters: Aurora is getting back up slowly and now she is coming over getting in between them and telling Scarlet that Jesse should be her man!
Jill Mathews: WAIT!! JESSE just turned Aurora around HYPE KICK!!!!NO!!!NO!!! Aurora moved out of the way and JESSE HYPE KICKED SCARLET!! OH MY GOD!!!
Vince Walters: And Jesse has no expression on his face what so ever not even a look of shock what is going on?
Jill Mathews: Aurora Deadwood is making the pin and Scarlet is out of it!
Vince Walters: JESSE IS COUNTING!
ONE.....
TWO....
THREE!!
DING!!!
DING!!
Tom Davis: Here is your winer AURORA DEADWOOD!!!!
Jill Mathews: Did we just see Jesse turn on his own wife on purpose?
Vince Walters: I wanted to say he meant to hype kick Aurora but then why did he make the count?
Jill Mathews: And, why is he helping Aurora to her feet and holding her right arm up in victory?
Vince Walters: HYPE KICK!!! MY GOD JESSE JUST PULLED AURORA TOWARDS HIM AND HYPE KICKED HER NOW!! Aurora is down and out right next to Scarlet wha the hell?
Jill Mathews: I am stunned and I have no idea what any of this means. Jesse has no emotion on his face he looks like a damned ice man and is now leaving the ring with his wife and his stalker laying in the ring.
Vince Walters: Well this feud is far from over that's for sure.
Jill Mathews: You can say that again the plot has thickend.
GRUDGE MATCH WITH JESSE STYLES AS SPECIAL REF.
Type1 vs 1
Length15 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating19%
Crowd Reaction30%
Overall Rating24%
VS VS VS
Tom Davis: Ladies and gentlemen this is a gauntlet match for the number one contender ship for the NEW Transatlantic Championship. Two men enter the ring. The winner stays in until the final two before we crown the number one contender. This is a gauntlet match and the first entrant is………….Chris Styles?
"Super Freak" by Rick James hits the speakers and the New-tron is illuminated with shots of Chris Styles in past matches.
Moments later the crowd erupts with a mixture of emotion as Chris runs out onto the stage dressed in his ring-attire. He stops at the end of it and pumps his fist into the air before he casually makes his way down the ramp, toward the ring. Once inside, he motions to the crowd at all sides of the ring with his fist in the air. Soon he begins to warm up for the match as the music dies down.
Tom Davis: And his opponent……..
"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 echoes 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. They continue to shower him with boos then he hops back down to the mat and looks at the shocked Chris Styles.
Vince Walters: Chris is fucked.
Jill Matthews: What?
The referee calls for the bell and Chris shrugs his shoulders and runs straight at Frank who clotheslines him hard. Chris gets up groggily and charges again and is met with another clothesline knocking Chris down once again. Frank has had enough he picks up Chris and as he’s carrying him charges straight into the corner.
Jill Matthews: Oh he’s made a pan cake out of Chris.
Frank hits Chris with a running power slam and plants him directly into the mat and goes for the pin…………….1………………….2………………….3!
Vince Walters: YAY!
Jill Matthews: Who’s next?
The camera cuts down a corridor. It comes to a locker room door with the name Colt Cash upon it. An elderly security guy knocks on the door and outsteps Colt. He stretches out and walks towards the curtain surrounded by security.
Vince Walters: Colt Cash!!
“Dirt Road Anthem” by Tyler Ward starts playing. As Colt comes through the curtains pyros explode either side of him and surround him as he stomps through the middle of them. He charges down towards Frank as pyros explode down the ramp way.
Colt rolls under the bottom rope into the ring and feints towards Frank, who immediately takes a step back and adopts a defensive stance. Colt laughs 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. Frank holds his arms out for a lockup, and Colt obliges. Colt quickly gains the advantage with a kick to the midsection then follows up with a knee lift knocking Frank to the mat. Colt bends down to grab Frank by the head, but Frank catches him completely unawares with a small package.......1.........2..........Kick out
Jill Matthews: Wow, quick work from Frank. Vince where you going?
Vince gets to his feet and is talking with one of the bikini clad ladies in the front row. He hands her his card and winks.
Jill Matthews: VINCE!!!!
Colt gets quickly to his feet, the shock covers his face. Wasting no time, he charges toward Frank, who catches him with a belly to belly suplex, taking him down to the mat. As Colt pops up, Frank nails him right between the eyes with a dropkick. Colt, stunned, rolls to the outside for a moment to regain his bearings and tries to figure out what was going wrong. Frank isn't supposed to get in any offence. Colt jumps onto the ring apron. Frank, who has been watching him patiently, jerks the ring ropes, flipping Colt into the ring. As Colt gets back up pissed off with Frank for getting in some offence, Frank hooks him up and takes him down with a snap suplex. Frank floats over into a cover..........1...........Kick out.
Jill Matthews: As I seem to be on my own, I’ll carry on.
He brings Colt up again, but Colt uses his skills to hit a spine buster. He then drop-toe-holds Frank into the mat and slides up into a side headlock. Colt grounds the hold in, but Frank fights back to his feet and drops Colt with a belly-to-back suplex. With Colt down, Frank runs into the ropes and comes off with a leg drop, which he follows up with a cover........1.............2..........Kick out.
Jill Matthews: Nice suplex from the vet.
Frank brings Colt up again and goes behind him, looking to hit a German suplex, but Colt immediately counters out of it with a series of back elbows to the head, knocking Frank back and stunning him. Colt bounces off the ropes and comes off with a big boot, knocking Frank to the mat. Colt then drops down on top of Frank and begins raining punches to the face before the referee forces him to break it up at the count of four.
Jill Matthews: Colt can fight dirty.
Crowd: COLT-BERG! COLT-BERG!
Colt brings Frank back up and whips him hard across the ring into a corner. Colt then charged in and leaps high in the air and Splashes him, driving himself into Frank. Frank collapses out of the corner, and Colt hops onto the second rope. He aims a punch between the eyes of Frank and launches himself. Frank manages to see him coming, however, and rolls forward. Colt's momentum carries him forward, and he slams face-first into the mat. Colt struggles up to his feet and Frank, seeing an opportunity, prepares to strike. As Colt turns, Frank nails him with a side kick, hitting him in the jaw and knocking him to the mat. Frank quickly makes the cover and hooks the leg.......1.......2.........Kick out.
Jill Matthews: Oh so you've come back?
Vince Walters: Yeah, only because you're jealous. How's it going honey?
Jill Matthews: Shut and call the rest of the match.
He quickly goes back to work, knowing that an opportunity to score a win over the likes of a Colt does not come around very often. Frank brings Colt up then hooks him. He then takes Colt down with a devastating sit down power bomb, driving Colt in the mat and leaving him prone in the middle of the ring. With Colt down, Frank steps onto the apron and starts climbing to the top rope. The crowd, which has been buzzing, begins to cheer as they sense something big. Frank measures Colt, then flies head first off the top rope. He connects with a head butt. Frank made the cover.......1............2.............Kick out by Colt.
Vince Walters: The crowds seem to be behind Colt. Sickening how it is.
The crowd cheer loudly. Frank brings Colt up again, but this time Colt hits out with a low blow. Frank slumps to a knee, and Colt brings Frank back up and scoops him up, then drove him down with a reverse Death Valley driver. Colt holds on to the leg for the pin...........1...........2........Kick out.
Shaking his head, Colt brings Frank up to his feet again. He lifts him onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry. Colt prepares to hit Frank with a flapjack, but Frank has other ideas. He shifts his weight, rolling Colt backwards in a crucifix and into a pinning position..............1............2............Kick out by Colt.
Jill Matthews: This is a very cool matchup even if my colleague is just here to eye up the local talent.
Both men get to their feet, and this time it is Colt who gains the advantage, blasting Frank with a lariat and knocking him down. Colt quickly brings Frank up and sets to whip him into the corner. Frank, however, reverses it and sends Colt crashing into the opposite turnbuckle. Colt stumbles backwards out of the corner, and Frank hooks him from behind. Frank lifts Colt up and hits a power bomb. He rolls up Colt………………….1…………………………………2…………………………….3!!!
Vince Walters: Colt-berg has lost? Oh my god!
Jill Matthews: Yes but who’s next?
Vince Walters: Shut up. That was worse than my dog references.
The lights go out and the Iraqi National Anthem starts to play.
Vince Walters: OH MY GOD! Is he here? Is he back?
Jill Matthews: The most hated man in this industry.
Abdul bin Hussain walks through the curtain in full Arabic robes holding the flag of his country aloft. He walks down the ramp way slowly, the boos of the crowd are deafening. He smirks before rolling into the ring. He gives a look of disdain at Frank whilst he disrobes.
Vince Walters: Oh this guy is more hated than Hunter Valentyne.
Jill Matthews: Now that’s saying something.
Frank has had enough and charges straight at Abdul but straight into the end of the flag pole into his gut doubling him over. Abdul slowly walks around Frank and brings down the flag pole across his back breaking the pole in two. The referee gets in between them and grabs the flag and throws it out of the ring.
Jill Matthews: Oh come on dq his Arab ass!
Vince Walters: Wow, just wow!
Frank grabs hold of Abdul by the throat and choke slams him down to the mat. He rolls him up and the referee quickly counts….1……………………2……………..3!
Vince Walters: Get that Arab out of our ring. Now……….Next!
Jill Matthews: Frank’s doing amazing.
A wall of fire explodes from the entrance way and the lights go completely out, blanketing the arena in pitch black.
After a few seconds of silence, "The Regulator" by Clutch suddenly echoes eerily throughout the arena, and a blood red spotlight trails around the crowd. As the beat picks up, the spotlight lands on the stage and from the curtain steps a shadowed, masked Jake Youngblood, coloured crimson from the light. His head turns from side to side, gazing coldly at the booing crowd, before he then focuses on the ring; the red spotlight grows to eventually cause the arena to begin glowing that deep scarlet, as the crowd gets louder.
Youngblood simply ignores them, eyes still on the ring as he slowly and calmly makes his way down the ramp. He steps up on the apron, heavy glare never leaving the ring, As he stands on the apron, Youngblood moves his hand to the bottom of his mask, and slowly lifts up to take it off. Jake leaps over the ropes before stripping off his hoodie to reveal his new "Sadistic Renegade" T shirt and a pair of elbow pads, along with Jake's tribal tattoo that covers his right upper arm.
Vince Walters: Oh my god! It’s Jake Youngblood back in NEW!
He looks to the referee smirking as he peels of his shirt revealing his athletic form, looking around at the crowd before raising his arms to his chest. Jake slides into the ring and runs to the other ropes and hits Frank with a missile dropkick. The dropkick hits Frank's face and knocks him onto his knees. Jake grabs Frank's shoulder and pulls him up and Irish whips him to the ropes. Jake awaits the return with his arm out for a clothesline but Frank ducks it and when Frank runs back again Jake is on the ground and monkey flips Frank to the mat. Jake walks to Frank and put him in the sleeper hold but it isn't a very good idea because Frank is only inches from the rope. Frank puts his arm out for the rope break but Jake stands up and backs up a few steps dragging Frank with him.
Jill Matthews: He seems to be trying to take out Frank with mat moves?
Vince Walters: Yeah none of his high flying?
Jake tightens his hold but soon Frank rises to his knees and turns to his side and elbows Jake's midsection. Jake's lock weakens with the elbow but Frank manages to give another elbow thus making Jake hold his midsection and release from the sleeper hold. Frank runs to the ropes and flies back with a flying knee, dropping Jake to the mat. Frank grabs hold of Jake's hair and begins to punch the face of the man. Frank lets go and put his foot on Jake's face and twists. Jake grabs Frank's foot trying to get his foot off but did so with no luck.
Jill Matthews: He is quiet the talented wrestler.
Vince Walters: Either that or he's got a foot odour?"
Frank put his foot up and put a few stomps to Jake. Frank pulls him up by the hair and lifts him up in a vertical suplex before letting him fall forward onto his knee. Jake holds his stomach for a few seconds but he manages to stand and as Frank run at him Jake arm drags him to the mat. Frank stands up quickly and runs at Jake but Jake jumps onto his shoulders and delivers a huge hurricanrana but as Frank hits the mat Jake grabs his leg and goes for the cover. The ref began to count.........1...........2...........NO, Frank kicks out.
Jill Matthews: These two seem to be quite matched?
Both wrestlers stand but Jake kick’s Frank's midsection then grab’s both of his arms and hits a double arm DDT. Frank's is motionless as Jake climbs to the top turnbuckle. Jake launches himself and is hoping to connect with a 720 Splash but Frank rolls out of the way.
Vince Walters: OWW!!
Both wrestlers are on the mat but soon Frank slowly stands up and locks Jake into a Neck Crank. Jake moans in agony as he tries to crawl to the ropes but has no luck. He is in the middle of the ring and the pain is too intense for him to crawl any further. While the referee checks on Jake, Frank grabs the rope for leverage. Jake is trying to get out and starts to throw his arms wildly but that stops and soon he isn't moving at all. They begin the count. The ref picks up his arm and lets it drop; it hit the mat with a thud and the ref signalled to the timekeeper.
ONE!
Vince Walters: He's cutting off all circulation to his head.
Again the referee grabs the arm up of Jake and drops it and again it falls and hits the mat with a thud. The referee signals to the timekeeper.
Jill Matthews: Maybe.
One more time the referee picks up the arm of Jake and drops it but just before hitting the mat Jake's arm shoots up and so does his body. Frank lets go of Jake and walks over to a neutral corner waiting for Jake to regain his feet. Although Jake is freed, he is still in a lot of pain and Frank is still dominating. Frank runs to Jake and knee his back. Frank pulls up Jake aggressively by the hair and whips him to the turnbuckle but when Jake gets there he put his arms out and catapults himself up and Frank who is running behind him is caught by Jake's legs around his shoulders. Frank soon takes control of this and throws Jake to the outside. A huge gasp is heard across the arena as Jake flies for a second from the turnbuckle to the outside onto the hard floor. Frank slides to the outside but by the time he gets there Jake has stood up but he grabs his head and slams it into the steel steps, not once, not twice, but three times.
Vince Walters: Frank’s looking strong.
Frank walks around the ring looking at his fans but is suddenly caught by a foot as Jake swings around the ring post feet first into his face. It knocks him flying back into the crowd. Jake rolls into the ring to stop the referee's count.
Vince Walters: What's Frank doing in the crowd?
Jake looks at him, shrugs his shoulders, charges from one side of the ring to the other and then slingshots himself from the top rope into the crowd with some kind of slingshot pescado.
Vince Walters: Holy Shit!!!!
Jake rolls Frank into the ring and sets him up by the turnbuckle. He jumps up onto the top turnbuckle. He launches himself off with a big time leg drop straight across Frank’s throat and rolls him up…………………….1………………………2…………………………3!!
Vince Walters: Now that was good stuff.
Jill Matthews: Most definitely.
The lights go out.
Jill Matthews: Oh what’s going on?
Vince Walters: Who could this be?
The lights come back on with Jake Youngblood down in the ring. Emily Koresh stands over him. She rolls him up as the referee drops down for the count……………………..1…………………………….2………………….3!
Vince Walters: Oh my god! Nocturnal’s little sister just laid out Nocturnal’s former apprentice.
Jill Matthews: Wait, is she in this match?
Vince Walters: Looks like it.
A figure jumps from the crowd and rolls into the ring. It is Darla Knight.
Vince Walters: Oh my god…….wait, I keep saying that. These two are fucked up.
Jill Matthews: Here we go.
Emily stares down at Darla, who doesn't back up an inch. The bell rings. Emily strikes right away, slapping Darla. Darla doesn't budge. The slap isn't meant to hurt. It is a direct insult. Grabbing Darla by the throat with both hands, Darla lifts her up as far up as her arms will allow. Darla then delivers a power bomb and goes for the cover. ........1..........2 ........kick out.
Jill Matthews: Too quick for any of these two to go for the cover.
Vince Walters: She should know better.
Emily rolls away from Darla to a corner and pulls herself up. Emily charges out at Darla. Dropkick. And another. And then a third. Darla is rocking but not falling. Emily charges at Darla as if for a clothesline, and then suddenly dropkicks Darla right on the knee. That works. Darla goes down to her knees and Emily smashes Darla with several hard right hands to the face. And then a super kick to the jaw that finishes the chopping down of the weird nurse.
Jill Matthews: Very interesting. Emily has scouted out Darla and knows if she can't stand she can't do 90 per cent of her offence.
Emily heads to the ring apron. She launches herself back into the ring with Slingshot somersault leg drop and goes for a cover.......1............2.........No. Darla powers right out, pushing Emily away. As Darla tries to get back up, Emily goes to work on Darla's neck, stomping the back of her head. Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, continuing to send Darla's face first into the mat. And then she drops an elbow, no doubt planning to set up Darla for her finisher sometime soon. Then Darla flips over and catches one of Emily's boots. Using her legs, Darla leg sweeps Emily, who trips and falls to the mat. Darla finally gets back up and as Emily does, a HUGE clothesline sends Emily right back down. Darla then grabs Emily and pulls her back up. She whips her to the ropes, but Emily, somehow, manages to grab hold of the top rope and quickly mounts the turnbuckles.
A Flying clothesline from Emily sends both wrestlers crash to the mat. Emily, like a rabid animal, goes right after Darla while both wrestlers are still down on the mat. Emily sends punch after punch into the back of Darla's head and neck. But Darla is able to bat Emily away, just long enough to get back into this thing. Emily charges but is lifted high into the air. A back body drop from her. Darla drops Emily down throat first onto the top rope! And as Emily recoils, Darla kicks her right in the face with a stiletto boot. She falls between the top and middle rope, hits the apr