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Mar 12, 2013 14:40:20 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2013 14:40:20 GMT -5
Frankfort Germany our fourth annual World War X takes place at the United States air force base where so many things are on the line and feuds may or may not be solved. The famous NEW War Games Match which will feature four groups all fighting for the 2013 NEW Stable titles. Also the NEW World title will be on the line in a sky diving match between the World Champ Nocturnal taking on Colt. Not to mention the Double Ring Ladder match a staple of this show will be back where the Golden Contract will be hanging in one briefcase high in the air and the recently decided to be brought back NEW Television title will be inside another brief case hanging in the alternate ring. So many things that can and will happen for it is truly WORLD WAR X! Live on Pay Per View from Frankfort Germany! WORLD WAR X INFO DateMarch 3, 2013 at 10 pm VenueN.E.W Arena DeadlineMarch 2, 2013 at 9 pm Rating46 Attendance143,050 Gate$4,291,500 Travel Cost$0 Event Cost$25,000
OPENING TypeBlank Segment Length4 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating2% Crowd Reaction3% Overall Rating3% SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
"Devil" by Staind begins as The Virus slowly walks out to the ramp in his trench coat tightly buttoned up, fedora on top of his masked head. He stops and looks around at all the prey amongst the crowd. He then begins to slowly walk down to the ring staring at his opponent if they have already made entry, if not he just scans the crowd for a victim. Making it inside the ring he removes his fedora and his trench coat tossing them to one of the corners and then walks over to one side of the ring and calls for a mic.
Jill Matthews: What is this freak show doing out here?
Vince Walters: Probably coming out to make a statement before his second match in New Edge Wrestling, trying to get his name out there, climb the ladder of success.
The Virus circles one of the rings and begins scanning the packed crowd, mainly military members, some contractors, and very few civilians. The Virus then stops in the center of the ring and raises his mic to where his mouth would be under his mask.
The Virus: First I just wanted to thank you all who are serving in the military, from one vet to another. You guys are really out there fighting fight after fight, no matter your role, you might be sitting behind a desk, twiddling your thumbs, but whatever you do plays a part and don’t forget that! Enough of that though, I am not out here to address how I support the military. I am out here before this double ring ladder match kicks off to give all fourteen others a chance to just stay back in their locker rooms!
Jill Matthews: At least he had the respect to thank the men and women who keep us safe and free to be able to put on shows, but the audacity of him blatantly disrespecting all the talent in this upcoming matchup is just absurd.
Vince Walters: Obviously he would the man served himself and from what I have found out, in Marine Special operations command, otherwise known as MARSOC. The man is basically the living breathing definition of bad ass, Jill, I’m surprised you aren’t soaking in your panties!
Jill Matthews: Disgusting.
The Virus has lowered his mic and turned his attention toward the ramp way, waiting to see if anyone has anything to say. No one’s music begins to play as he raises the mic to his mask again.
The Virus: I know I am new around here, but I can guarantee I will be displaying and causing such impact that I won’t just be the new guy for long, I will be thee guy! All of you, who are preparing for your music to go off so you can walk down that very ramp I just used, could save yourself the embarrassment of being destroyed. Hell you may even save yourself from injury. Let me restate this and make it loud and clear, I am not here to just win, I am here to punish, sacrifice, and cause complete chaos, while keeping a controlled mind state. Much like what you need to survive combat! If any of you do come down to this ring, when that bell rings, I will make sure I turn these two rings in to your own personal combat zone and in this war movie, the enemy wins and spreads terror to the good. Death is spreading…
The Virus drops his mic and begins bouncing around and stretching before any of his opponents make it to the ring before his big PPV match. VIRUS TypeOne man segment Length4 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating12% Crowd Reaction21% Overall Rating16% BATTLE ROYAL PARTICIPANTS
Vince Walters: Now this is going to be a great match. Two briefcases hang above the two rings. One has a World title shot against whoever the world champion is at the time. The other is a surprise. Jill Matthews: Yes. This is going to be an interesting and brutal ladder match. Vince Walters: Already stood waiting in the ring and around the ring are NEW Superstars Samuel Sampson, Drake Blake, PT Merciless, LA Kief, Apathy, Kronin, Aiden Vaughan and Al Envy. They are already sizing each other and the referee has already had to get between Sampson and Envy. Jill Matthews: Let’s get to Tom in the ring. Tom Davis: And next to the ring, Judas Dathan! "You think the way you lives okay..." The beginning of "Rock star" by N.E.R.D plays throughout the arena as an eerie dimming is enforced in the lighting department. Judas Dathan walks out slowly, eyes staring at the ring, making no attempts to engage the fans. Judas just stares at the ring, but not at his opponents, but rather, through his opponents. He slides into the ring and just stands there. Tom Davis: And another entrant is, Cera!! The sounds of dripping water and footsteps echo throughout the arena, as the crowd is drowned in a sea of crimson light, and suddenly we hear: "You! Do you know that bad girls go to Hell?" Suddenly, the lights flash brightly once, as the beginning of "Whore" by Get Scared blasts from the speakers; The New-tron flashes on, showcasing video feed of multiple matches and attacks by a certain woman. Then a figure dressed in thick, heeled boots, ripped jeans and a leather jacket, with her gloved-hands resting casually on her hips, steps out. A smirk crawls upon this woman's lips as the crowd goes hysterical with boos at the appearance of... the Baddest Bitch! Cera simply grins coldly at the fans as she moves forward, the lights following her every movement. Followed by her skipping manager Jen, Cera reaches the ring, leaping over the ropes acrobatically before landing on the mat and stripping off her jacket to reveal a tight, shredded tank top. She then saunters forward and offers a wicked look to the commentators, before setting her feet and putting her arms out as she awaits the start of the match. Tom Davis: And next, Reya Serra!! "Unbreakable" by Fireflight starts playing as all-white pyro goes off at the top of the ramp. As it ends out walks Reya Serra, wearing skin tight white pants and a matching white top, along with her friend Paxar Vega who is wearing a similar red ensemble. The two walk down the ramp, waving and giving high fives to members of the crowd before Reya slides into the ring, Paxar remaining at ringside. As she stands in the middle of the ring, Reya bows her head in prayer while she looks around at her opponents. Tom Davis: It is Dark Angel!! The lights dim and purple smoke streams over the stage as her music hit, and Angel steps out from backstage. She pauses for a few seconds, eyes scanning the crowd before heading down the ramp way, ignoring the crowds to each side of her. She slides under the bottom rope into the ring and stands before pacing around the mat and climbs the rope to sit on a top turnbuckle. Tom Davis: The next entrant is the Cage! Twin flames arch on either side of the arena plasma screen as the sounds of Pink Floyd's “Another Brick in the Wall” fill the arena. The lights dim into near darkness as a silhouetted figure walks out from backstage wearing a long, black trench coat. His head is bowed, his icy cold eyes hidden behind his shades. He stops at the top of the ramp, dropping to one knee before thrusting both hands skywards, looking into the heavens as a spinning wheel of flames coalesce behind him and the lights return. He strides quickly and purposefully to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and standing, looking back towards the locker room with an arrogant, conceited smile plastered onto his features. He removes his shades, staring back, awaiting the match to start with icy cold blue eyes. Tom Davis: And the final person in this match is none other than Valora!! The arena darkens and “Prayer” by Disturbed plays over the PA as Valora walks up to the entryway, wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled up. Pausing a moment before she pulls her hood down, she basks in the reaction of the crowd accepting cheers and giving the crowd the finger when they boo her. She points to her opponents in the ring and drags her thumb across her throat and makes her way to the ring running. Valora runs towards the ring. First to notice Valora's charge were Al and Apathy, who moved quickly to intercept her. Kronin tried to enter the ring. The bell rang as Apathy tried to keep Valora down with a dropkick to the knees, but she had her ring-smarts handy, and simply grabbed Apathy's belt before dropping back, sending Apathy out through the ropes. Al kept Kronin at bay with a Baseball Slide Dropkick. But was sent spinning down to the mat as Drake nailed a brutal spinning Clothesline to the back of his head. Vince Walters: Quick start for this match. Jill Matthews: Yes two briefcases, one is for a shot and the other is for a surprise from Jesse Styles. Vince Walters: What? He’s going to jump out on them? Jill Matthews: What? Cera rolled out as The Virus and Valora exchanged a glance, and then looked to Drake. Knowing he was a major obstacle in the match, they attacked as a pair, the attention Drake gave to The Virus as he fought him off with a Big Boot giving Valora the opening she needed to connect with a clothesline. Al and Apathy double teamed Judas with a double ddt. Vince Walters: Strong clothesline from who is possibly one of the favourites to get the briefcase. Satisfied with their swift repelling of Judas, Al and Apathy dusted their hands off, only to be taken out by Kronin and Reya. Kronin Clotheslining Al over the top rope while Reya hit a Dropkick plush on Apathy's chin, sending her down and out of the ring. Across the ring, Valora pushed Drake into the corner and pounded away, while The Virus stumbled up, checking his lip through his mask for blood. Jill Matthews: His mask is bleeding! Vince Walters: Mark. On the outside Cera and Judas all pulled themselves up, Judas managing to duck a swing by Al and PT before connecting with a vicious chop that the fans encouraged with a WHOOOOOOOOO!!! The quartet outside weren't paying attention the ring, and they were punished. By the ropes, Kronin doubled over, making his back a platform for Reya to leap onto; before flying off with a Corkscrew Plancha, wiping all 4 of them out. Vince Walters: OH MY GOD! As the crowd popped, Reya punched the air, and then pulled herself up using the railings. As soon as she was on her feet, Reya called Kronin outside, before they both tossed the ring-apron up and yanked out a ladder. They are going for one of the suitcase. Judas got to his knees just as the shadow of the ladder was cast over him. And showing that there were no friends when it came to winning this match, Kronin and Reya send the length of the ladder slamming down onto Judas's spine, flattening him against the mats. Judas grimaced as he reached around through the ladder's rungs to hold his back, but could do nothing to stop Reya risking her own health by leaping onto the apron then Moonsaulting off down onto the ladder, crushing Judas but jarring her own ribs. The fans cheered for the ladder's use, but Kronin and Reya went to follow up by going for Cera and Al, ignoring Apathy who'd rolled around the corner. Jill Matthews: Apathy doing it Ninja Style. In the other ring, Samuel jumped up and attempted a drop kick but The Cage sidestepped and pushed the kick away. Samuel regained his feet and both men circled each other in the ring. Samuel took The Cage over with a Side Headlock, but Cage pushed Samuel off into the ropes. Samuel came running back at The Cage, who avoided Samuel with a Leap Frog. Samuel continued running as he bounced off the far ropes and caught Cage with a Spinning Wheel Kick, but The Cage caught his foot, and took Samuel down with a T-Bone Suplex. Vince Walters: Oh that move was really stiff. He picked Samuel back up and locked him in a Cobra Clutch which he turned into an Overhead Sit out Slam before he grabbed Samuel by the throat again and threw him over the top rope. Samuel landed with a thud on the concrete. Vince Walters: Was that his bones breaking? Jill Matthews: Not sure. Samuel got back to his feet slowly and rolled into the ring. Samuel seemed to be limping a bit, but sprang back up as he did, The Cage charged in with a Clothesline. Samuel ducked the attempt though and managed to catch The Cage with a Drop Kick to the gut, which phased the big man. The Cage shook off the Drop Kick and was right back in Samuel’s face as they began to exchange chops. Samuel took the upper hand and forced The Cage back into the ropes. Samuel grabbed The Cage by the arm and sent him into the ropes. He ran towards the corner up on to the top turnbuckle and hit a double springboard head scissor takedown on the big man which sent him over the top rope. Jill Matthews: I can’t call this. Vince Walters: I know what you mean. Back in the first ring, The Virus and Valora continued to make their numerical advantage count against Drake, whose immense power was restrained in the corner. Finally they released him as Valora sent Drake across the ring and into the buckles, where Drake's spine hit hard. Seeing Drake's legs nearly buckle, Valora slid across and onto her knees, acting as a launch pad for The Virus. Who charged, flew off Valora's back with a Leg Lariat, only for Drake to just catch him in mid-air... Jill Matthews: Oh! ...Then drills him down with a choke slam. Vince Walters: That is extreme. Hearing the thud against the canvas, Valora shot up, only to be practically beheaded with a charging Big Boot from Drake, enough to cause Valora flipping backwards. Drake and Valora immediately lock up and Drake gets the upper hand by applying an arm bar. Drake twists the arm around and he drives his elbow into her arm many times and then he twists it again. Drake keeps his lock on the arm of Valora and then he whips her into the ropes and as she comes running back Drake catches her with a sleeper hold which is reversed into a chin breaker. Drake took a few seconds to shake the cobwebs loose, then rolled out of the ring, opposite the melee on the other side, and tried to find his own ladder. On the other side of the ring, Kronin and Reya lifted Al up then dropped him chest-first across the guard rail, leaving him prone, draped across the barrier. Kronin then picked up the ladder, and showing his strength, swung it like a bat across Al's back. While Kronin retrieved the ladder that had been jolted from his grasp, Reya went to pull Cera up, but was met with an elbow to the mouth. As Reya staggered away, Cera couldn't capitalize, but there was one woman who could - Apathy. She leapt onto the apron and swung around the corner, getting into position to fly off at Reya, pulling her down with a Tornado DDT onto the mats. Kronin heard the impact and turned, swinging the ladder at Apathy, only for her to roll under it. In the blink of an eye, Apathy had leapt onto the barrier, and then flew off with a Spear into the ladder, sending it flying back into Kronin's face. Jill Matthews: Extreme Metal! Across the ring, Drake had yanked a ladder from beneath the apron and thrown it into the ring. Onto the apron he climbed, before stepping through the ropes beside the downed wrestlers in the ring. Seeing they were side by side, with only a few feet between them, Drake picked up the ladder and stood with a wrestler either side of him. Before leaping up and pulling the ladder down under him to drive it into their ribs. Both Valora and The Virus grabbed their stomachs and rolled away, while Drake took a moment to get his breath back, the ladder having compressed his chest. He looks down at the crowds and nodded. Vince Walters: Stop posing!!! At ringside, Apathy pulled the ladder behind her and entered the ring, hoping to get to her feet before Drake noticed. Cera had the chance to stop her, but was instead tending to Judas, who was trying to tell her to get back into the action. Both Drake and Apathy got to their feet, ladders in hand, and then instinctively charged at one another, tossing the steel forward as a weapon. And the ladders crashed into one another with an echoing, metallic ching. Seeing their attacks neutered, Drake was first to react, charging at Apathy with a Lariat, only for it to be ducked. Drake hit the ropes, but Cera sprung up and yanked the top rope down, causing Drake to fall down to the mats. Vince Walters: Ring smarts, Cera has tons. Aiden and LA Kief locked up and Aiden whipped LA Kief into the ropes and as LA Kief ran back Aiden dropped down to the mat and LA Kief ran over Aiden and as LA Kief ran at the other ropes Dark Angel put out her knee and she kneed LA Kief in the back and LA Kief fell down to the mat. Aiden picked LA Kief up and he tried to put him up over his head but can’t so threw him down to the mat. Aiden stood tall over LA Kief and then he picked him up and he kneed him in the stomach and then Aiden bounced LA Kief across the mouth but LA Kief hit Aiden back and the two exchanged punches until LA Kief gained the upper hand and LA Kief grabbed Aiden and he slammed him down to the mat with a power slam. LA Kief raked Aiden across the eyes and then grabbed him and connected with a power bomb. Dark Angel looked shocked and surprised that LA Kief hit a big move like that. LA Kief saw Aiden down and a smile crossed his face and went to drop the balls on him. Jill Matthews: Gross. PT ran into the ring and he clotheslined LA Kief off of Aiden before he can drop them. PT went over to LA Kief and he picked LA Kief up and then he kicked him in the stomach and he crushed his head into the mat with a ddt. PT ran at the ropes and he came running back at LA Kief and he jumped into the air and he slammed his elbow deep into the chest of LA Kief. PT then stood over the fallen LA Kief and he pointed at Samuel until Dark Angel ran into the ring and she smashed her forearm into the back of PT and it knocked PT down to the mat. LA Kief got up and he crawled to the outside as Samuel got in and he ran after PT. Samuel picked PT up and then he hit him across the chest with a few chops then he went to his side and he went for a Russian leg sweep but he slammed PT into the mat face first. Jill Matthews: PT is getting punished tonight. Vince Walters: And? Samuel picked PT up and then he threw him into the corner and he kicked at his mid-section until he saw The Cage running back into the ring. Samuel held PT while The Cage punched him in the chest and stomach. Samuel dumped PT down to the mat and The Cage stomped away at him. PT got up and he hit The Cage with a low blow and then he grabbed his head and did a spinning neck breaker. PT dove over and he rolled back out of the ring. Dark Angel ran at The Cage who was trying to get to his feet and was on all fours and Dark Angel kicked him in the ribs and The Cage levitated into the air as he was kicked and then he crashed back down. Dark Angel picked The Cage up and she kneed him in the stomach and then she grabbed his head and she picked him up in the air and then she slammed him down to the mat with a stalling suplex. Dark Angel picked The Cage up and she whipped him into the ropes but The Cage held onto the ropes and out of the ring as Kronin pulled down the ropes. Vince Walters: Oh they never learn. Dark Angel stood there and Kronin ran at Dark Angel and he hit her with a clothesline that made Dark Angel do a spin in the air. Kronin picked Dark Angel up and he hit her in the chest with a few chops and then he pushed her into the corner. Kronin picked Dark Angel up and he placed her on the top rope. Kronin climbed to the top as well and Kronin grabbed Dark Angel and he put her over his shoulders and Kronin delivered a top rope death valley driver. Kronin rolled back out and headed to the other ring. The Cage went over to Dark Angel and he picked her up but Dark Angel hit him with a low blow and Dark Angel picked The Cage up and she got him in a running shoulder breaker. Jill Matthews: Big time move from her. She’s been an underdog in this match but she might prove her nay sayers wrong. Vince Walters: Eh? Quick to notice that she was the only person left standing, Apathy hurriedly set up one of the ladders and began to climb towards the suit, much to the crowd's anger. Their boos switched to a rallying call, however, as Cera slid into the ring and flew up, climbing opposite Apathy. Cera's speed got her neck-and-neck with her in a matter of seconds, before her ascent was slowed by a right hand from Apathy. But both didn't notice Valora standing. Finally, the climbers noticed Valora, but it was too late. Standing under the ladder, she reached up and grabbed 2 of the top rungs... Before lifting the ladder off the mat. The crowd was in awe at the show of raw strength as Cera and Apathy tried to balance themselves and use the extra lift to get the briefcase, but just as Cera's finger touched the briefcase, Valora took a step towards the ropes... Then another... Then she thrust the ladder away from her and into the ropes, sending Cera and Apathy toppling to the floor, their falls broken by nothing but the thin mats. All at the announcers stand clapping at the competitors in the ring. Jill Matthews: Oh this is great. Vince Walters: Really Entertaining. Valora dropped to one knee, heaving in air after her exertion. Beside her, The Virus came to, and seeing he and Valora were alone in the ring, burst into action. Grabbing the ladder nearest him, The Virus set it up under the briefcase; he and Valora started climbing. But Drake slid ominously back into the ring. The Virus and Valora noticed him, but climbed on anyway. Drake clamped his hands onto the ladder, but the Virus kicked out at them, not allowing Drake to pull the ladder down. But instead of grabbing the ladder, Drake instead grabbed The Virus's feet, pulling them through the rungs of the ladder and causing The Virus to fall back, trapping him in a Tree of Woe. Vince Walters: Tree of Woe? We’ve not seen that for a while. Valora continued to climb despite The Virus's predicament, and got within reach of the suitcase, but Drake bounced off the ropes. Drake Speared The Virus with all he had, toppling the ladder and sending Valora falling helplessly down over the top rope where the rising Kronin and Reya broke her fall. As the ladder hit the mat, The Virus rolled free and grabbed his ribs, rolling on the mat. Cera and Apathy were still down from their fall, Valora, Kronin and Reya were in a pile at the foot of the aisle, and Judas was still down, holding his forearm protectively having seemingly picked up an injury. Drake tossed a limp The Virus aside, and then set the ladder up under the briefcase. Before he began to uneasily climb. The fans jeered with all they had at the sight, but it seemed nobody could stop Drake. Except Al Envy. He slid into the ring, and began to climb opposite Drake, seemingly un-nerving him. Not wanting Drake to win, the fans cheered Al. An act that only increased in volume at the sight of LA Kief sprinting from the other ring. Through the carnage Kief ran, before he slid into the ring and climbed up behind Al. Making sure to land a low-blow on his way up. All three of them were under the briefcase. Jill Matthews: Someone’s about to get a brief case. Vince Walters: Come on Al! With Drake cautiously creeping nearer the case, Kief tried to climb up over Al, scaling his back on the way to the suitcase. But Al wasn’t going to give them the suitcase. With a handful of the Kief’s tight, Al yanked him across his shoulders for a Fireman's Carry, and then leapt off as high as he could to deliver a Death Valley Driver to LA Kief. Vince Walters: Oh how’d he get the big man up? Jill Matthews: You should know about that. Vince Walters: What? LA Kief crashed down into the mat beside Al as the ladder swayed, causing Drake to panic, which finally toppled the ladder and sent him falling throat-first across the top rope. LA Kief was motionless after taking the huge bump from Al, and nobody else was on their feet which was just the opening Al needed. With a slight limp after a less than perfect landing from the DVD, Al picked up the ladder and once again positioned it under the briefcase. Again the crowd cheered, urging him to climb but that made everyone else in the match aware that someone was going for the briefcase that was answered by Valora. Sliding into the ring, and still looking dazed from her fall, Valora stumbled towards the ladder and climbed opposite Al. Jill Matthews: Oh here we go again. It was clear who the crowd was supporting climbing for the briefcase, but their will wasn't taken into account, and Apathy slid back into the ring and began to crawl towards the 2nd ladder, pulling it up before she'd even got to her feet. With the ladders side-by-side, Apathy made sure that she matched and climbed beside Al. Valora fought against the odds, trying to knock them off with clubbing forearms. Then, they were joined by a 4th. Into the ring rolled Reya, holding her ribs with her left arm after being crushed by a hurtling Valora. Fighting through the pain, she climbed the ladder opposite Apathy, helping even the fight alongside Valora. With the briefcase so close, the 4 wrestlers tried to narrow the field down, but they were running out of time, as Drake staggered up. His gaze fixed on the ladders; Drake squeezed himself between them, and grabbed the rungs, pushing them apart. The weight of those climbing them helped steady the ladders, but Drake’s arms were extending out, and the ladders began to topple. His face was bright red as with one final exertion, his powerful arms burst out and sent the ladders falling either side of him. But not before Apathy and Valora abandoned ship just in time, grasping the wire loop that held the briefcase as tightly as they could. Drake dropped to his knees, drained, as Reya and Al fell into the ropes, Al crotched before falling to the floor. With the other participants, as well as the ladders, down... Valora and Apathy hung from the wire; both grabbed the briefcase with their free hands. Vince Walters: Oh this isn’t going to end well. Dark Angel slowly got back into the ring, everyone forgot about her. She looked around at all that were down in the ring. Aiden Vaughan crawled in the other side of the ring. They spotted each other and charged towards each other. Only to be met with double hurricanrana as both Valora and Apathy dropped down from the hooks. Everyone was crashed out in the ring. As Samuel dived into the ring LA Kief stomped on him as he tried to get up to his feet. Samuel got up and LA Kief hit him in the chest with several hard punches and he knocked him back into the corner and delivered many well placed stiff kicks to the chest until The Virus went up behind LA Kief and he connected with a reverse neck breaker. The Virus picked LA Kief up and punched him a few times and Samuel went up and held LA Kief from behind while The Virus kicked him in the stomach. Jill Matthews: The Virus is impressing me in this match. The Virus and Samuel had LA Kief trapped in the corner and they worked away on him by punching and kicked him repeatedly and they tried to throw him over the top rope into the other ring but LA Kief held on to the ropes for his life and The Virus and Samuel cannot seem to get him over. LA Kief was now on the top rope laying on the ropes in front of the turnbuckles and The Virus and Samuel tried to push him off but LA Kief held on. The Virus hit LA Kief in the gut several times and tried to make him let go of the ropes but he wouldn't and Samuel punched The Virus in the face and it knocked him backwards and LA Kief got off the ropes and stood in the ring and he held his stomach and walked away. Samuel took The Virus's head and he smashed it into the top turnbuckle. Vince Walters: Is he impressing you now? PT grabbed held of Samuel and pushed him out of the way and grabbed The Virus by the throat. PT picked The Virus up over his head and he attempted to throw him over the top rope but Samuel came out of nowhere and he dropkicked PT in the stomach. PT dropped The Virus and Samuel turned PT around and he punched him in the face and then whipped him into the ropes but PT came back and hit Samuel in the face with a big boot. The Virus ran at PT and he hit him in the face with a lariat that knocked PT down to the mat. Jill Matthews: PT’s supposed to be a leader right? Not so much in this match. Vince Walters: True. Meanwhile Samuel had picked up LA Kief and got him in a headlock and LA Kief easily picked the lighter Samuel up and he threw him off of him. As PT got up to his feet LA Kief hit him in the face with a super kick. Samuel ran at LA Kief and clotheslined him from behind and then he picked him up and got him in a snap suplex. Samuel stood over LA Kief and he talked some trash to him and PT went up to the top rope and he jumped off at Samuel but The Virus intercepted and caught him and he slammed him down to the mat with a power slam. LA Kief waited for The Virus to turn around and when he did he picked him up in the air and dropped him throat first on the top rope. The Virus bounced back and landed in the ring. PT picked Samuel up and he got him in the ddt position but then he tried to turn it into the power slam and Samuel pushed him off of him. The Virus got up and as LA Kief hit the ropes and came running back The Virus jumped in the air and hit LA Kief with a shoulder block that knocked him down to the mat. LA Kief got up to his feet and PT ran in the ring at him and LA Kief dropped down to the mat and got PT in a drop toe hold and PT's face hit the bottom turnbuckle and he was laid out. LA Kief stomped on his back and then he picked him up and he put him on the top ropes and he tried to push him off but PT raked his eyes and he got off the top rope and then PT grabbed LA Kief and he caught him in a T-bone suplex. The Virus slid under the bottom rope to the outside of the rings. He reached under the ring and pulled out a ladder. He smiled a sadistic smile as he threw it into the ring. it bounced on the top rope but straddled the top rope tentatively. He grabbed hold of some trash can lids and threw them in to. Samuel looked at the downed LA Kief and something went through his mind. He climbed the turnbuckle ready to hit Kief as he's down. But as The Virus climbed into the ring he leg dropped the ladder. The steel smashed into The Virus's jaw busting him wide open and backwards onto the concrete. Jill Matthews: The Virus is bleeding more? Vince Walters: At least the mask covers it. Jill Matthews: Okay……. Samuel taunted PT and he seemed unstoppable. He picked Kief back up and he grabbed him by the hair and then he punched him right in the face. PT went behind him and he went for a kick to the back but Samuel sensed it and he turned around and caught the leg of PT and he tripped his other leg and knocked PT down to the mat. Samuel still had a hold of his leg and he drove an elbow into the leg he had a hold of. The bloodied The Virus rolled back into the ring and he grabbed hold of Samuel by the throat and head butted him. Samuel looked into The Virus's eyes, The Virus's blood dripped down his face as he was suddenly lifted and thrown over the top rope into the other ring. The Virus went up top and gestured to the crowd. PT went over to LA Kief and he kicked him in the stomach and then hit him in the jaw again and again before he lifted him into the air and slammed him back down to the mat. PT pulled LA Kief up to his feet by his head and he hit him across the face again and then LA Kief returned the favour and they went back and forth sluggishly. They get slower and slower as they get tired out until both hit each other and fell down to the mat. The Virus turned and with a sadistic smile on his face went and stood over his two enemies. He motioned for them to get to their feet shouting all kind of abuse at them. He stood next to LA Kief who was on his knees and shouted more abuse. LA Kief hit The Virus in the stomach with an elbow and The Virus bent over and LA Kief reached back and punched The Virus in the face and it knocked him down to the ground. PT got up and LA Kief went up to him and looked like he was going to punch him but PT put his hands up and begged for LA Kief not to hit him. PT signalled that the two team up and eliminate The Virus. He agreed and the two men went over to The Virus. PT held him up and LA Kief kicked and punch the midsection of The Virus until he can't do it anymore. Kief now held The Virus and PT kicked and punches him until he is out of breath. LA Kief grabbed The Virus and he put his head in-between his legs and he lifted up his body for a pile driver and PT spiked The Virus and they connected with the double spike pile driver. The Virus is rolled out of the ring and is slammed down on the concrete. Jill Matthews: Ow! That’s got to hurt. Both turn around to congratulate each other when they are both met with double trash can lids shots to the head busting them both open wide. Samuel had leaned over the top ropes to get the shots in. He then jumped and bounced on the top ropes into a variation of a Hurricanrana on LA Kief but he's too strong and held him mid-move. He saw his opportunity and quickly sent his elbow crashing into Kief's groin. Kief fell to his knees and let out a painful moan, as Samuel regained his feet and smacked Kief in the face with a flying sidekick which sent Kief on his back. He looked at the crowd for approval, and got just that! The crowd went ballistic for Samuel as he showboated for the crowd. He pulled Kief to his feet and quickly locked Kief in a headlock. Kief quickly reversed by sending Samuel to the ropes. Kief turned a full 360, attempted a Clothesline, but Samuel ducked the attempt and attempted to hit Kief down with a DDT but he was blocked. Kief picked up Samuels and slammed him out of the ring. Jill Matthews: Never bet against the Kief. Kief saw PT down in the corner and pointed at him whilst looking at the crowd for approval. He walked towards PT and as he turned pulled his tights up high and backed straight into PT’s shocked face. Vince Walters: Is that his nut sack hanging out the side of his tights? PT starts rolling around the ring spluttering as he rolls. He throws up slightly as he gets to the outside. He doesn’t seem to know where he is as he crawled up the ramp way. Kief looked around the ring. Everyone is down. He looks at the other ring and sees they are all distracted with Cera and the Virus climbing that ladder and looked up at the briefcase. He set up a ladder and climbed up. Jill Matthews: Is Kief going to do it? He got to the top and looked around. He shrugged and grabbed the briefcase. He sat down on the top of the ladder surprised that he’d got hold of one of the briefcases. Vince Walters: He’s done it!
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Jill Matthews: Kief got one of the cases. Drake watched PT crawl up the ramp way and shook his head. He pulled him to his feet and took him up the ramp way. He slammed his head into the big screen busting him open. He bite into the wound busting him open. PT poked him in the eye with his thumb. PT tried to get back to the ring but was blocked by Apathy and Valora so he turned and started to climb the NEW-tron. Jill Matthews: Where’s he going? Drake got back up and after clearing his vision saw where PT is headed. He shrugged and started climbing after him. About thirty feet up PT stopped he started to kick Drake in the head but missed and overbalanced. He crashed between the scaffolding poles. His head struck a horizontal support. His legs flailed as he tried to break his fall. He hit the steel ramp way with a thump. Vince Walters: OH MY GOD! IS HE DEAD? Jill Matthews: Don’t really care but look at Drake!!!! Drake looked down at PT and then looked out at the crowd. He shrugged before he launched himself off with a Senton bomb contacted with the chest of PT. Vince Walters: FUCK! In the other ring The Virus and Cera are duking it out at the top of the ladder. Judas was starting to climb the ladder which Cera was on and he managed to wriggle between her legs and lifted her up. He shifted her body around so his face was buried in her crotch. He paused for a few moments before he power slammed her to the mat. Vince Walters: Oh Judas hit Cera with the Rug Munch Power Bomb! Jill Matthews: What? Vince Walters: Never mind. Valora ran back into the ring and tried to push the ladder over. The Virus grabbed hold of the suitcase and pulled it off the hook as the ladder fell. The briefcase fell to the mat. The officials dotted around ringside exchanged questioning looks, before calling for the bell which was rung to the surprise of the crowd. EMTs flooded ringside, immediately giving PT, Judas and Cera attention, while their fellow participants slowly began to come to. Then, concern for the wrestlers was abandoned as the ring announcers stood. To see The Virus holding one of the briefcase up and LA Kief in the other ring holding up the other. DOUBLE RING LADDER MATCH Type15 Man Battle Royal Length16 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating37% Crowd Reaction49% Overall Rating43% VS Vince Walters: That double ring ladder match was amazing!
Jill Matthews: It certainly was brutal, that’s for sure.
Vince Walters: Speaking of brutal, this next match is going to be brutal just to sit through.
Jill Matthews: Why do you say that?
Vince Walters: You’ll see why here in a minute.
Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring weighing in at 225 pounds...SHATTER STAR!!!
Suddenly, “Enter Sandman” by Metallica begins playing over the PA system. Brian Hart steps out from the back and down the ramp, sliding into the ring.
Tom Davis: And his opponent...weighing in at 350 pounds...BRIAN HART!!!
Vince Walters: Do you see why now?
Jill Matthews: I think this will be an exciting match.
Vince Walters: Have you had too much booze already? If so, we could always let these guys lower our ratings for a bit while we go back to my hotel room...
Jill Matthews: Absolutely not.
The referee glances at both men before calling for the bell to start the match. Star and Hart eye each other for a few moments, trying to size each other up.
Jill Matthews: Both men look unsure of how they want to start this match.
Vince Walters: I get the feeling this won’t last long, Jill...Shatter Star looks like a hobbit compared to Brian Hart.
Star rushes towards Hart, attempting a clothesline which doesn’t even phase the seven foot behemoth. Turning and bouncing off the ropes Star tries another clothesline but it has roughly the same effect.
Jill Matthews: Star’s trying to take the big man down, but those clotheslines are proving to be ineffective.
Vince Walters: That’s just not gonna get it done, man. Try something else.
Once more, Star bounces off the ropes this time attempting a dropkick to the knee of Hart, taking him down to one knee. Following it up, Shatter Star then executes a shining wizard that finally takes Brian Hart down. Quickly, he goes for a pin attempt...
1...
Using all of his strength, Brian Hart pushes Star off of him and over to the opposite side of the ring.
Jill Matthews: Wow! What a display of power there by Brian Hart!
Vince Walters: I know Brian Hart likes being on the bottom, but he should probably get up and avoid being embarrassed by this Cleveland Indian...
Jill Matthews: I think the term is Native American, Vince.
Vince Walters: I don’t care.
Both men get back to their feet. Shatter Star rushes towards Hart again but this time winds up on the receiving end of a big boot to the head that sends him down.
Vince Walters: Hey! Brian Hart finally shows some offense!
Picking Star up off of the mat, Hart whips him into the nearest turnbuckle. Running at full speed, Hart delivers a devastating spear to Star in the corner. As Shatter Star clutches his abdomen, Hart grabs a hold of him, pulling Star up with him while climbing up to the top rope.
Jill Matthews: What is Brian Hart doing?
Vince Walters: Either about to do something to end this or something incredibly stupid that’s a waste of time.
Hart puts Star’s head between his legs and lifts him up before jumping off of the turnbuckle executing a deadly Top Rope Piledriver!
Jill Matthews: Brain Smasher from Brian Hart! This one could be over!
Vince Walters: God, I hope so.
With Shatter Star appearing to be unconscious, Brian Hart quickly drapes himself over Star for a pin attempt...
1...
2...
3!!!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner by pinfall...BRIAN HART!!!
Vince Walters: Thank God that’s over.
Jill Matthews: Well, Shatter Star put up a valiant effort...
Vince Walters: ...No, he really didn’t. Not at all, actually.
Jill Matthews: ...but in the end it just wasn’t enough to overcome the incredible power of Brian Hart. SHATTER VS BRIAN Type1 vs 1 Length4 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating28% Crowd Reaction34% Overall Rating31% SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The scene opens as we're backstage at World War X. Spaz is seen wandering the halls, clad in a rather questionable attire. Or, if you want to be more precise, he's only wearing his hot pink moon boots and a rainbow colored mask..and also.. A massive purple strap on, wrapped in barbed wire. From the head all the way down to the base. It's positioned just above his ACTUAL..well, you get the picture I'm sure.
He enthusiastically jogs down a long corridor, looking through each room he passes as if he's searching for something or someone. That's when he encounters backstage interviewer, Brandy Boss. She is sitting next to a water cooler, enjoying a refreshing beverage but upon seeing Spaz, she spits water clear across the hall.
Brandy Boss: Spaz! What the hell are you doing?!
Spaz: Well, I'm lookin' for Devin Stone! It's bout time we quit with the runnin' and start with the HUMPIN'!
Brandy Boss: And you plan on.. using that?
She questioned, while trying not to look down. Instead Brandy just sort of pointed in the general direction of..it.
Spaz: Well, I figure.. If he's really that much against man o' man, fuck fuck slam - type action, he's just gotta be broke in, ya' know? Kinda' like I did with Kiefy. God I miss that big, fat, greasy ass of his, Brandy!
Brandy Boss: Well, you do realize that Kief is in NEW, right?
Spaz: For realsies?! Forget the Big Nasty, I prefer the Fat man who can fuck! Outa' my way, weirdo!
Spaz shoved Brandy Boss to the side as his walk quickly turned into a full sprint. He dashed down the hall, shouting things such as "Kiefy, where are thou!" and "C'mon fat man, it's time for round two!" as well as "MY PENIS, YOUR ASS!" several times, consecutively. We soon lose sight of the lunatic, fruit manager of Hazard as he turns a corner. Leaving every one who had to sit through that awkward footage to wonder.. Are two heads better than one?
Shortly there after, the scene fades to black as the letters "NEW" flash across the screen in red, then vanish without a trace. TWO HEADS ARE BETTER THEN ONE. TypeOne man segment Length5 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating22% Crowd Reaction34% Overall Rating28% VS VS VS VS Jill Matthews: We are getting ready for this huge steel cage match with several of these participants trying to make an impact. Not everyone gets a chance on a stage like World War X to make this type of impact. Vince Walters: What kind of a fucking impact are they going to make. They are all second class jobbers.
Jill Matthews: Typical Vince. This is a chance for them to show their talents and move up in the company. Now let’s get ready for action. Tom Davis take it away.
Tom Davis: The following match is a six man steel cage match. The only way to win the match is to either pin your opponent, make him submit or escape the steel cage. Welcome to World War X! The first participant is from Champagne Illinois. He stands six feet one inch tall and weighs in at 216 pounds. Please welcome David Dreadful!
Shinedown's "Enemies" begins to play through start up. The crowd looks to the stage as the lights dim down. David Dreadful walks out from the back to a waiting crowd and begins to mosh around on top of the stage. The fans seem almost at a standstill as some chant out "Underated" while others fire back with "Overated." Dreadful begins his walk to the ring blocking out the noise of the crowd he focuses on the canvas style playground he is making his way into. He reaches the ring and slides in under the ropes. He stands up and walks over to the ropes and leans his body into them as he stares out into the crowd. He nods his head and as he turns back around the face the center of the ring.
Tom Davis: The next competitor is being held at an undisclosed location. He stands six feet two inches tall and weighs in at 225 pounds. Please welcome John Dample.
“I Won’t Back Down” by Tom Petty plays of the sound system as Dample comes out to a mixed response. Gold and silver pyro goes off as he raises his hands and poses in the pyro. The man walks to the ring in his black tights as he climbs the ring steps aggressively and enters the ring between the second and top rope. He stands on the second rope and soaks in the energy from the crowd.
Tom Davis: The next man hails from Salt Lake City Utah and now resides in Louisiana. He stands six feet six inches tall and weighs in at 255 pounds. He is Lost in TIMEEEEEE!!!
The beginning of 10 Years "Actions and Motives" begins to bellow forth. The stage lights flicker to a flourescent blue and white, the arena lights flashing off completely, and a white mist begins to run down the stage, march down the entrance ramp and invade the ring.
Up on the Jumbotron plays Lost's highlights from NEW and other wrestling federations he has been in. Him winning the NEW Tag Team Championship and celebrating with Aaron Bomb. Another clip of him winning the same title with Ozario Liscio. Him and some of his matches in Hell's Xtreme Wrestling against Shale Stevens. And it ends with a clip of him winning the HXW Heavyweight Championship.
Tom Davis: the fourth man in the match hails from Big Nastyville, USA. He stands six feet ten inches tall and weighs in at 315 towns. Please welcome Devin Stone.
Gone Sovereign by Stone Sour plays on the big screen above the ring entrance. A video package including career highlights of pinning Jesse Styles plays on the video package. He walks to the ring arrogantly as he walks to the ring and stands on the ring apron. He strides over the top rope with a little difficulty. He raises his hands in the air as he strips off his red “I beat Jesse Styles” t-shirt. The man is ready for action.
Tom Davis: The fifth man in this match hails from the shadows. He stands six feet three inches and weighs in at 256 pounds. Please welcome Damion the Shadow Jones.
Lights go dark as Not Afraid begins playing over the speakers. Once the music picks up there is a flash of light. A figure is seen on the stage. There is suddenly a large explosion of pyro and the lights come on. The Shadow is standing on the stage. His head down and hands folded in front of him. He looks up as he takes a step towards the ring. He moves right to the edge of the mat and slides in. He runs to the corner and jumps to land on the second rope. He looks into the crowd before dropping down to the mat. He turns and leans back into the corner and waits.
Tom Davis: The final participant hails from the inner side of Spaz’s ass. He stands two feet three inches tall and weighs in at 212 pounds due to having no backbone. He is the first ever invertebrate to compete in a NEW ring. Please welcome…ahh who are we kidding it doesn’t matter what his name is.
Crickets play as Pummell comes out to the ring. He is scared shitless as he is going to live up to his name and get pummeled like a mother fucker. He runs to the ring but trips and falls on his bean. He gets up again and tries to slide under the bottom ropes like a cool dude but the ropes hit him in the face and he falls back to the concrete floor. He climbs to the ring apron at the open door of the cage and gets tangled in the rope and falls flat on his face in the middle of the ring. The goofy look on his face lets us all know he is totally screwed. The bell rings.
Jill Matthews: This should be an interesting matchup. Dample squares off with Shadow Jones. It looks like from the start they have some sort of beef or think the other one is the weak link of the match. Lost in Time goes after the real weak link of the match in Pummell. Something tells me Lost is going to pummel Pummel.
Vince Walters: That was quit witty Jill. Do me a favor sweet tis leave the comedy to me. You do the play by play and quit trying to be entertaining. You are worse than Josh Matthews.
Jill Matthews: Shut the hell up, Vince. You get worse every week I swear. The Big Nasty is squaring off against David Dreadful. So we are off and running in this match with Lost in Time gaining a huge advantage with a devastating belly to belly suplex. There is no way Pummel can come back from that one.
Vince Walters: Dreadful hits a nice slam on Dreadful before tossing him out of the ring. Stone is now help out Dample with Shadow. The double team is really taking its toll on Shadow as he slumps into the corner. Lost is still beating the ever living shit out of Pummell. He hits a nice exploder suplex on Pummell and now the straps are off. Lost is getting ready to apply Lost in Pain. The legs are interwined and the hold is locked in.
Jill Matthews: And a nice save by the Big Nasty with a big boot to the face.
Vince Walters: How big could it be if the dude was squatting in the sharpshooter? Not saying it was a effective but come on.
Jill Matthews: Pummel is in deep trouble as he is feeling the sting in his back and knees. Stone takes the offense to Lost in Time with a series of boots to the chest. Now Stone has him in the corner for a series of punches like he is a boxer or something.
Vince Walters: The Big Nasty going Jesse Styles on his ass.
Jill Matthews: But The Big Nasty did not get the pin. That would really be going Jesse Styles on his ass.
Vince Walters: Good one, sweet tits.
Jill Matthews: Shut up, pig.
Vince Walters: This match is all over the place with Dample and Jones squaring off as they started the match. Oh my! Looks like Dreadful is trying to get into the act after being taken out earlier. Stone kicks him in the chest and he is going to a huge power bomb into the cage.
Jill Matthews: IS there something coming up from under the ring or is it just my imagination?
Vince Walters: It is not something but someone. Spaz is coming for his man. This could get interesting.
Jill Matthews: Spaz in his paper thin loin cloth is coming for Devin Stone but The Big Nasty has no idea he is coming. Spaz walks right up to Stone and…
Vince Walters: Tell me I did not just see that!
Jill Matthews: Okay Booker T. Spaz kissed Devin Stone right on the lips. He is affected by the little man and drops to the canvas like he has been shot. Dample and Jones each are too busy with each other to see what is going on. Lost in Time is going for it. As Jones has a nice arm bar on Dample he is not paying attention. He is looking for the submission. Lost in Time hits the Lost in Thunder and it is all but over for Pummel.
Ref: 1..2..3.
Jill Matthews: that is all for this one as Lost in Time took advantage of distractions to get the job done. He was very impressive in this one. Devin is still rolling on the ground trying to get the Spaz taste out of his mouth.
Vince Walters: Good luck with that. 6 WAY STEEL CAGE MATCH Type1 vs 1 vs 1 vs 1 vs 1 vs 1 Steel Cage Length7 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating47% Crowd Reaction62% Overall Rating54% VS Tom Davis: The following contest is a standard on fall match for the NEW Youngblood Championship...First, introducing the challenger.... from San Antonio, Texas ...weighing in at 155 pds........The 3 Count Cowgirl ….Dixie Clement!
"Hardcore Country" by Mickie James plays over the PA and Dixie comes out from the backstage area, pausing at the top of the entryway as she takes her hat off and waves to the crowd before making her way down the rampway and sliding into the ring, removing her hat and duster, hanging them on one of the ringposts as she waits the beginning of the fight.
Tom Davis: "Next ....Coming down to the ring hailing from Saginaw, MI. Weighing in tonight at 225lbs…..YOUR NEW Youngblood Champion …..KODY 'KODIAK' GORDERT!”
Kody high fives a couple of female fans as he walks down the ramp. He slides under the bottom rope to get into the ring and stands in his corner waiting for the bell to ring.
[Bell Rings..Ding..Ding..Ding]
Vince Walters: Holy shit Dixie has started attacking Kody right away. She is delivering one shot after another trying to keep Gordert off balance. In desperation, Gordert pushes her away and rolls out of the ring.
Jill Matthews: He didn't expect such a ferocious assault so quickly form Dixie. Now Dixie is taunting him, and she is doing a impression of firing her guns now at Kody.
Vince Walters: The referee is counting 1..2..3...4...5.. now Kody climbs in and quickly tries to get to his feet, and Dixie is punching him in the back of his head. Kody gets her legs and does an old fashion take down. Now, Gordert is in charge and he puts Dixie in a Boston Crab.
Vince Walters: Referee Scott Allen checking to see if Dixie is going to tap out , but Dixie is able to grabs the ropes.
Jill Matthews: I don't know why Kody didn't pull her to the center of the ring. Big mistake right there.
Vince Walters: Kody now back on the prowl, and he has Dixie from behind. Kody executes a German Suplex on Dixie.
Jill Matthews: Kody punishing Dixie now after her fast start.
Vince Walters: Kody for the pin 1...2...Kickout! Kody rolls Dixie up again for the pin 1..Kickout again. Kody goes to punch Dixie, and she rolls out of the way, scooting back on the canvas as Kody crawls after her. Dixie kicks him in the face, and she is able to get to her feet as Kody grabs his face.
Jill Matthews: That was one hell of a hard kick. Lets look at that again on replay. Ouch!
Vince Walters: Dixie is up on the top turnbuckle! San Antonio Special (450 Splash)! Kody is down and Dixie is going for the cover..1..2...Kickout! Dixie can't believe Kody kicked out. Dixie qucikly up on her feet along with Kody. An enzuigiri by Dixie Clements puts Kody down again. Boy, Dixie is really taking it to Kody Gordert tonight!
Jill Matthews: Well, this is what happens when you're the champion. Other people are constantly scouting you out, and you can see that Dixie Clements has scouted Kody big time. That is why she is so confident in the ring tonight.
Vince Walters: Dixie tries another pin attempt, but Kody grab her by her hair and is pulling it, Scott Allen counts 1..2...3...4..Kody releases Dixie's hair.
Jill Matthews: Dixie looks heated as she yells at referee Scott Allen. Kody attempts a spear, but Dixie moves out of the way. A kick to the spine by the Three Count Cowgirl follows, and Gordert is on his knees in pain. Now, he tries to get up, and Dixie quickly executes the Horns of Aries, OH BABY ! Referee Scott Allen is talking to Kody Gordert, and Gordert submits! We have a new Youngblood Champion!
Tom Davies: Ladies and Gentlemen the winner by submission and new …...NEW Youngblood Champion ....THE THREE COUNT COWGIRL ...DIXIE CLEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YB TITLE MATCH Type1 vs 1 Length6 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating49% Crowd Reaction73% Overall Rating61% SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Hoisting the title up into the air, Dixie celebrates her amazing victory. The crowd goes wild and cheers as she stands there in the ring. She then falls to her knees, holding the belt against her chest, still in disbelief. She gets to her feet and begins to leave the ring, ready to head into the back for the night.
Jill Matthews: Dixie's won! Dixie's won the title from Kody!
Vince Walters: Many said she wouldn't be able to do it, but she overcame all the odds and walked out tonight the new Youngblood Champion.
Dixie smiles and begins to walk up the ramp towards the back when suddenly, "Hunting High and Low" by Stratovarius begins to play over the speakers in the arena. The crowd looks around confused when, suddenly, a man runs out from the back. Clothed in a black leather jacket and matching pants, his hair blonde and messy, he runs out and clotheslines the new champion.
The crowd gasps and cries out as Dixie goes down, her belt flying into the air. As it lands, so does the mysterious man. He drops onto her and begins to beat her down, punching her in the head multiple times over. However, he then stops and smirks, getting to his feet.
At this point, he walks over and grabs the Youngblood Championship before heading into the ring where he demands a microphone. One of the nearby crew members hands him one and the man smirks and looks around.
Mystery Man: Good evening Frankfurt! So this is the United States Air Force base I've heard so much about? Seems to be a bloody waste of space to me.
The crowd begins to jeer and boo the man, showing their displeasure for his hard words against them. They eventually calm down, allowing the unknown man to continue speaking.
Mystery Man: World War X, what a laugh! Fitting though that it's in this country. So, I have to ask one thing. Who's ready to get rocked!?
Vince Walters: Wait! I know the line! Is that who I think it is!?
Laughing, the man unzips his leather jacket and reveals a shining gold championship belt. The crowd watches in amazement, and then, the cameras focus on the title around his waist. Everyone gasps as they see the logo of the ACW and the words Warfare Wrestling Champion upon it.
Jill Matthews: It is! My God it's "The Royal Rockstar" Steve Thomas!
Vince Walters: But...but he looks so different! How can that be him!?
Steve Thomas: (smirking over at the announce table) Looks like they got it! That's right bitches, Steve Thomas is here! The final and eternal Warfare Champion! Unfortunately, it looks like ACW has died. Not my fault, I blame the likes of welps like Xandor Cross and Poppa K. But the past is just that, and we need to look on to the future!
Steve Thomas: I've returned to New Edge after such a long time, and you boo me? Who in the bloody hell are you to boo me? What have you done? To boo me is to claim superiority over me, and let's face it, none of you wankers are even half as good as I am. This Youngblood Championship, this is the future of NEW; this is MY future! I am the next Youngblood Champion, whether you arses like it or not.
The Royal Rockstar undoes his Warfare Championship, throws it to the ground and instead buckles the Youngblood Championship around his waist. The crowd boos and jeers him again, showing their obvious hatred of him. They begin to throw things at the ring as Steve walks out of the ring, picking up the Warfare title as he goes.
He exits the ring and slams the Warfare Championship belt against the recovering Dixie's head, knocking her back down. He then laughs and walks into the back, the Youngblood Championship still strapped to his waist. The crowd continues to boo as he disappears from sight. ROCK STAR DEBUT TypeOne man segment Length5 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating33% Crowd Reaction35% Overall Rating34% VS VS VS Jill Matthews: Here we go. Time for the X-Core Championship Four Way!
Vince Walters: Our reigning, defending X-Core Champion, ‘the King of Pain’ Ray Andrews will defend against Renegade, Ryan Omega, and Sky Sangue.
‘Hate Me Now’ by Nas plays across the arena and out comes Ray Andrews wearing his patented Black T- Shirt with big gold letters that say "FEEL THE PAIN" on the front. He also wears his black tactical pants and his all black Jungle boots. His title belt is carried on his shoulder.
Tom Davis: The following contest is for the New Edge Wrestling X-Core Championship! Making his way to the ring first, he hails from Canton, Ohio and weighed in at 240 pounds. He is the X-Core Champion, “The King of Pain” RAY ANDREWS!!!
KOP walks to the ring and argues with the fans and badmouths them. Then ‘The Servent’ by Cells takes over the speakers. Smoke rising through the steel grates as a spot light shines upon the stage, looking for Renegade. Lights fading to a deep blue, giving an eerie look against the smoke. The beat from the Cells filtering throughout the arena, the slow melody adding to the anticipation. Movement as a figure is now seen hidden behind the cover of smoke.
Tom Davis: Now the challengers! Making his way to the ring from Middlesbrough, England, he weighed in tonight at 210 pounds, RENEGADE!!!
Lights now flashing as the smoke begins to slightly fade as Renegade finally moves forward, revealing himself to the crowd. He would proceed down the ramp as the lights came back on, now being fully visible. He kept his head down as he walked towards the ring, concentrating on the lyrics of his music, staying as focused as he could. Approaching the ring arpon, he would turn one hundred and eighty degrees, facing the entrance. Raising his head he would nod at the entrance, turning back, he'd pull himself onto the apron. Wiping his feet in the mat, he enters the ring through the top and middle rope. With his eyes trained on KOP.
In this hole That is me The dead are rolling over In this hole Thickening Dirt shoveled over shoulders
A purple strobe like emanates the arena to the rhythm of 'Happy?'
I feel it in me So overwhelmed Oh, this pressured center rising My life overturned Unfair the despair All these scars keep ripping open
Ryan Omega emerges from the tunnel to a huge pop from the crowd.
Tom Davis: Being accompanied to the ring by his manager, Larry Goldstein. Fighting out of Detroit, Michigan and weighing it at 219 pounds, he is ‘the Ice Viper’ RYAN OMEGA!!!
Peel me from the skin Tear me from the rind Does it make you happy now?
Omega runs to each side of the stage and raises his arms to amp up the crowd. He then takes an assertive pace down the aisleway as he is followed by Larry Goldstein who takes a casual pace.
Tear meat from the bone Tear me from myself Are you feeling happy now?
Nodding and readjusting his wrist tape, he proceeds to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope. After looking out into the arena, he climbs the near turnbuckle and does stretching motions for his back and shoulders, before raising his arms. Larry takes his place at ringside.
'Dead Bodies Everywhere' by Korn explodes from the arena's speakers out of nowhere, causing many to startle, as the lights dim and the tron flashes on to show video feed of changes in weather. From a vibrant sunny day, to casually cloudy, to bright and snowy, to silent and dark, to wild and windy, and finally ending on a chaotic storm.
Tom Davis: Making her way to the ring with Ray Ryette, from Sandy Springs, South Carolina weighing it a 145 pounds, ‘The Unsound’ SKY SANGUE!!!
As a flash of lightning gleams across the screen of the tron, through the curtains swiftly walks 'the Unsound' Sky Sangue. She ignores the booing fans and walks robotically, yet purposefully, to the ring as her manager Ray Ryette seems to have appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the bewildered commentator's table and smirking. Sky stares at Ryette as she strolls up the steps and pauses, turning her gaze to the ring ropes as though not understanding what they are, before methodically moving to step between them and then stand strangely still in the corner, head cocked slightly to the side as she awaits the start of the match.
Jill Matthews: Here we are. After all the pomp and circumstance We are the match to decide who will walk out of Germany as the champion of the X-Core Division.
Vince Walters: Even though the deck has been stacked against him tonight, Ray Andrews in my mind will retain his gold. Look at his competition. Renegade has a knack or not getting the job done. Omega is a choke artist. Sky although impressive last week with a win over Jake Youngblood, is a little too green to get the job done tonight. I also think that KOP is going to help lead the Styles Mafia into victory later tonight in the War Games!
Jill: The Match is on!
Vince: KOP rushes Renegade with a Lou Thesz press. He does not show any signs of letting up.
Jill: Sky Sangue just watching the pummeling with her head cocked to the side, and Omega looks bewildered. ‘The Ice Viper’ comes in closer. SMALL PACKAGE
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Vince: Sky kicks out, and this bring KOP’s attention over to Ryan Omega! I like what I see. He’s stomping a mudhole and walking it dry.
Jill: Sky Sangue now with continues toe kicks to Omega as Ray Andrews continues to stomp away. But look out! Renegade takes both Sangue and Andrews down with a diving double clothesline. Renegade now locks in that double knee chinlock on KOP.
Vince: KOP’s gonna fight out of it.
Jill: On the other side of the ring, Sky Sangue and Ryan Omega are back up and going back and forth with knife edged chops.
Vince: I can’t stand Omega, but he can keep chopping the hell out of Sky, look at those tits bounce. I could watch that all night long.
Jill: I never say it enough how much you sicken me.
Vince: When a chubb needs a rub, a chubb needs a rub.
Jill: KOP taking contol of Renegade, and he has a chain wrapped around his fist. What a wicked haymaker. Renegade goes limp. Goes for the cover.
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Jill: Omega breaks it up and goes for the triangle choke on KOP
Vince: Sky with her own triangle choke on Omega... It almost looks like the human centipede!
Jill: Both KOP and Omega are fading away as ‘The Unsound’ Sky Sangue keeps her hold on Omega strong.
Vince: This kid can’t rely on wrestlng? Renegade slides back in the ring with a steel chair!
Jill: He’s unloading on KOP, he’s unloading on Omega, he’s unloading on Sky. Renegade has snapped! He stacking the three on top of each and is going for the cover
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Vince: Not even close. All three of them kicked out. Cockiness ain’t going to get this kid anywhere.
Jill: You can’t blast him for trying.
Vince: This is his third time going for the X-Core title. It’s also his last time. We can’t keep seeing him try and fail and try and fail.
Jill: This young man has a dream and a steel chair. KOP gets back up and Renegade cracks it against his skull, but Sky is right behind him. She nails him in the back of the head with a spinning back elbow. Ryan Omega is back up as well.
Vince: Sky nails Omega with the THUNDER CLAP!!! Don’t just kneel and stare at him! Go for the cover! Sky, the pin go for the cover.
Jill: You can see her associate, Ray Ryette at ringside telling her to make the cover, but she seems entranced.
Vince: KOP from behind! PAIN KILLER locked in!
Jill: Sky Sangue is being shook around like a rag doll. Now Renegade and Omega back up again they nod at each other and run towards the ropes, they rebound off and double dropkick to Ray Andrews.
Vince: No, KOP should have had it there.
Jill: Renegade and Omega covering Andrews and Sky respectively
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Vince: Double kickout! This is amazing!
Jill: Sky Sangue rolling out of the ring, presumably to catch her breath.
Vince: Poor choice. Those three men may finish each other off before she gets back.
JIll: If they finish each other off, wouldn’t that be good for her to pick up the scraps?
Vince: Shut your face! What is this blasphemy?
Jill: Ray Andrews taking the double suplex onto that mangled chair from Omega and Renegade! But what’s this? Renegade just got hit with IT CAME FROM DETROIT!
Vince: He just bounced right off the canvas.
Jill: Omega looking to hook the leg.
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Jill: Kick out! Kick out! Renegade says ‘not tonight!’
Vince: Look at Omega’s face he was sure he had this one in the bag.
Jill: Now he’s getting up and GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!
Vince: Sky Sangue just ran into the Ryan Omega with the X-Core Championship and knocked him out. He’s done, son!
Jill: What’s this? She’s cocking her head to the side and kneeling over Omega?
Vince: I don’t think she’s all there.
Jill: Sky Sangue goes for the cover.
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Vince: KOP pulling Sky Sangue off of Omega
Jill: Now it looks like those two are getting into a heated argument. They don’t even notice Renegade is hunched in the corner with the X-Core title belt. He’s ready to charge and he blasts Sky Sangue in the back of the head, she’s out now. He goes for Andrews. Andrew ducks it and kicks Renegade in the gut, as both Sky and Omega’s managers are yelling for their clients to get up.
Vince: KOP dragging Renegade to the corner and climbing up the top rope. I think he’s calling for it... He’s setting up the House of Pain. And the X-Core title is right in the pathway!
Jill: No, that’s too much. He can’t seriously think of powerbombing Renegade off the top rope onto the title belt?
Vince: That ain’t gonna, what?
Jill: Hurricanrana! Renegade with a super hurricanrana! Ray Andrews driven on the title belt. Renegade scrambling quickly to KOP. He’s hooking both legs!
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Tom Davis: The winner of this match and your new NEW X-Core Champion, RENEGADE!!!
Jill: He did it! He finally did it! Third time is the charm as Renegade finally claims the X-Core title!
Vince: That’s bullshit! KOP is the rightful X-Core Champion. This was a fluke.
Jill: Look at Renegade he’s in disbelief, he holds his first piece of gold in New Edge Wrestling!
Vince: He’s in disbelief? I’m in disbelief!
Sky Sangue rolls out of the ring hold the back of her head, entranced with Ryan Omega who staggers up and offers a handshake to Renegade who accepts.
Jill: That is true sportsmanship right there as Ryan Omega raises Renegade’s arm.
Vince: I still think the Styles Mafia’s best hand will be the War Games later tonight. 4 WAY XCORE TITLE MATCH Type1 vs 1 vs 1 vs 1 Falls Count Anywhere Length12 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating30% Crowd Reaction44% Overall Rating37%
Jill Mathews: What was that about?
Vince Walters: The next step dumb dumb.
Jill Mathews: Yeah but still a little more detail?
Vince Walters: I have no idea I'm not miss cleo!
Jill Mathews: Great just what this place needs another mystery. THE NEXT STEP. TypeBlank Segment Length3 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating2% Crowd Reaction3% Overall Rating2% VS Jill Matthews: We are about two see two old rivals get it on in the middle of the ring. The prestigious Trans-Atlantic Title is on the line and this one should be a great match. We have Al Envy the Show Stealer taking on Hunter Valentyne The Myth Killer. This one could possibly steal the show no pun intended.
Vince Walters: I agree. This match could be one for the age with two men that have a history and do not like each other. Hunter has always had a problem with the cRu and AL was a proud member. So this has historical significance as well as the title being on the line. Both are proud men who do not want to lose especially to one another.
Jill Matthews: Both men have been in the fore front of the NEW with Envy being in the storm of controversy with Scarlet Styles and Hunter has been busy well-being Hunter and pissing off everyone around him. Let us take it Tom Davis for the introductions.
Tom Davis: The following match is one fall and it is for the Trans-Atlantic Title. Introducing first from Sin City, NV. He is the challenger in this contest and is a former two time Extreme Champion and a two Time Tag Champion. He is also a former two time Trans-Atlantic champion. Please welcome The Myth Killer Hunter Valentyne!!!!
Selfish and Cold by Rev Theory plays over the loud speakers as Hunter makes his way down the ramp to a chorus of boos. He stops in the middle of the ramp as green and black pyros go off behind him. Hunter slides in underneath the bottom rope as he puts his hands on the top rope and glares menacingly into the camera. He is cascaded by boos as the intensity in this face is shown to the world. Pyros go off in the background as his glare is never changing. The boos continue as the next opponent in introduced.
Tom Davis: His opponent is the current and reigning Trans-Atlantic Champion. This man won the World Title on two occasions and also the current one half of the tag champions. He is known the world over as The Show Stealer. He is Al Envy.
Personal Jesus by Marilyn Manson plays on the public address system as El Envy emerges from behind the curtain with green pyro going off on both side of the ramp. He walks down the aisle to a chorus of cheers as he slides into the ring. He poses for the crowd on the second rope as the referee is getting ready to call for the bell.
Jill Matthews: Al Envy is looking for the microphone? I wonder what is on the Show Stealer’s mind.
Vince Walters: Probably frustration out of not being able to seal the deal with Scarlett when Inkt did. How is that going to work?
AL Envy: I am sick and tired of your ass Hunter. I am sick and tired of you talking trash about me and my career. You wanted this to get personal and it has. A simple match is not going to cut it. You are best buddies with Jesse Styles so I am sure none of you will mind if we end this before it begins. I propose there be no fluke endings that you can cry about. I say we make this a last man standing match. What do you say bitch?
Hunter: Give me that, you punk. You want to get your ass kicked in the middle of my ring? I have no problems with that. Seeing as we both agree we can call it a verbal contract. Now let’s see if you can actually steal a show for the first time since 2009.
Jill Matthews: It looks like we have an impromptu agreement on Al Envy vs. Hunter Valentyne in a Last Man Standing match. Hunter is right this could steal the show here in Germany.
Vince Walters: Hunter Valentyne sucks ass. That is my expert commentary.
Jill Matthews: I can see you are eloquent as always, Vince. These two men are circling each other cautiously. Each of them knows how dangerous the other person is. It is about not making the first big mistake in this all important title match here at World War X. The men are engaging in a test of strength but this is more about leverage than anything.
Vince Walters: Hunter Valentyne sucks.
Jill Matthews: Hunter has taken the advantage with a top wrist lock. Envy is trying to get out of it using everything he can and reverses it smoothly into a hammerlock.
Vince Matthews: I would bet you doing clothing optional commentary that Hunter will find a cheap way out of this like and elbow to the face. See I told you now get naked bitch.
Jill Matthews: Optional means it is my choice if I get naked or not and I choose…NOT! Hunter took the cheap way out of that one with an elbow to the face. Envy is grabbing his nose in pain as Hunter displays that cockiness of his the fans have come to hate. Envy is looking to get rolling but Hunter is using questionable tactics to get the job done.
Vince Walters: An elbow to the face is a totally legal move. All that being said I still think Hunter Valentyne sucks.
Jill Matthews: Envy is back on his feet and ready for action as Hunter tries a big right hand but The Show Stealer blocked it and answers with a right hand of his own. That staggered Hunter as he rocks back to the corner. The German fans are really behind Envy as they count with him as he mounts the turnbuckle and rains down the punches to Hunter Valentyne’s head. Hunter is rocked as Envy tries one more time. There are ten more punches to the face.
Vince Walters: Hunter is really taking some punishment in the early going. He better forget the fact that Hunter Valentyne sucks.
Jill Matthews: Envy whips Hunter into the ropes and hits an amazing spinning heel kick to the face. Hunter is in deep trouble after that one as the ref tolls his count with Envy standing in the corner with his feet up on the rope. That Envy smile is on his face as the confidence begins to grow.
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Jill Matthews: Hunter has staggered to his feet though it looks as if he does not know where he is at. Envy charges at him but Hunter was playing possum. He hit a hot shot on Envy off of the top rope on the near side of the ring. Envy is grabbing his throat as Hunter brings on the offense. The ref is admonishing him for that boot choke using the ropes for leverage. Hunter backs off of Envy and holds his hands in the air.
Vince Walters: Hunter is up to his little tricks again. God I hate that asshole.
Jill Matthews: Hunter is on the prowl with several stomps to the face. He tosses Envy outside of the ring. Oh Envy landed hard on his back. We will have to see how he comes back from that for the rest of this match. Hunter spits at the fans watching the match as he drops Envy on his already injured throat on the guard rail in front of the fans. The ref is admonishing Hunter once again but he looks as if he could care less. Now an Irish whip into the steel steps leaves Envy in a vulnerable position. Envy is in deep trouble in this one.
Vince Walters: Hunter does not have to be counted out in this one whereas before he could have been disqualified or counted out and it would not have mattered. This was smart for Hunter to accept the rules change. But he still sucks.
Jill Matthews: Envy is hurt as his back is giving him a hell of a time. Hunter pulls out a fire extinguisher from underneath the ring. He is having trouble getting the thing to work as Envy hits a nice dropkick to the face. Hunter drops to the mat trying to get up as Envy Irish whips Hunter into the steel post. Oh my Hunter has been busted wide open. The blood is pouring from that wound in his head. Envy is in firm control of this match right now.
Vince Walters: This match is sick but Hunter still sucks.
Jill Matthews: Al tosses Hunter under the bottom rope as he slides in after him. Envy signals for the end with the Greatest Brainbuster Ever. He has the head over hooked. Hunter drops to his knees and hits an evil low blow. That prick! Envy had this one won!
Vince Walters: Say it with me sweet tits. Hunter Valentyne sucks.
Jill Matthews: After that vile low blow you may be right for the first time ever, Vince. Hunter is still bleeding from that wound after running into the steel post. He is starting to look a little weak after all of that blood loss. He takes control for now though with straight right hands to the prone body of Al Envy. Hunter slides wearily out of the ring to find something to use against one AL Envy. Hunter grabs the ring steps. Those damned things are heavy. What is Hunter going to do? Envy makes his way to his feet and sticks his head out of the ring to exit the ring and whammo. Hunter damned near killed envy with that shot from those steel steps. It looks as if Envy is busted open as well. He looks like he is out of it. The ref is tolling the count.
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Jill Matthews: Envy used the rope to pull himself to his feet. Hunter is on the attack as Envy is almost helpless. Hunter overhooks the head and he is going for what? Oh my God Hunter is such a prick!
Vince Walters: Hunter hits the GBE on Envy. He is now propping his ass in the corner and waiting for the count.
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Jill Matthews: Envy pulled himself to his feet at the last possible second. He would never have lived that shit down had that happened. Hunter tried to use Envy’s own finisher on him to embarrass him. This is what Hunter has done since his debut in the New Edge Wrestling company. But Envy is far from out of the woods yet.
Vince Walters: Hunter sucks.
Jill Matthews: What the hell is Hunter trying now? He has Envy on the top rope and looks to be going for a superplex of some sort. No! Hunter cannot do this shit. He would kill Envy if he hit this one. He is going for as top rope Valentyme! Envy floats over the top and he is set up for it. The GBE! He hits the move and drops to the mat in pain.
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Jill Matthews: Both men drag their battered and beaten bodies to their feet. Both men are a bloody mess as they are both trying to get to the other man. Hunter crawls on his knees to get to Envy as Envy drops to the mat spent and does the same. They are trading right hands from their knees because they are too weak from all of this punishment to stand. Neither man will give in to the other as both men are hitting each other with their best shots. Finally both men drop to their backs as the count begins from the ref.
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Jill Matthews: Both men struggle to each other and their weight on each other guides them to their feet. These men have nothing left. But out of nowhere! Al Envy with what looked like a hype kick to the face of Hunter Valentyne. Envy falls to the mat as well.
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Jill Matthews: Hunter barely got to his feet as he has lost a ton of blood in this one. Envy also struggled to his feet. Envy barely makes his way to Hunter as he is kicked in the guts by Hunter. He is hooked up in the Valentyme. Envy lifts Hunter up with all he had left of his strength. Envy hit a vertibreaker on Hunter and the Myth Killer hit hard in the middle of the ring.
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Jill Matthews: Hunter once again used the ropes to pick himself up. The two men begin exchanging blows once again as Hunter wings and his punch is blocked. A kick to the gut and Envy has Hunter hooked up and GREATEST BRAINBUSTER EVER! It looked like Envy hit hard as well. The ref is tolling the count.
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Jill Matthews: Oh my God what a match! AL envy did not make it up by the count of ten either. Both men are out cold after that GBE. We are going to need some help out here. Love either man or hate them both of these icons put on a hell of a show. This is one that will be talked about for years to come.
Vince Walters: Hunter still sucks!
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Jill Matthews: What an event World War X has been so far here in Frankfurt, Germany!
Vince Walters: It has been something! But I can't wait anymore! I want to see the Stable Wars Match, damn it!
Jill Matthews: Well we still have that, the NEW World Heavyweight Championship match between Nocturnal and Colt, and the 30-minute Iron Man Match encounter between Roger Wright and Seth Iser. As you can tell, this night is FAR from over!
Vince Walters: Let's not forget Jesse Styles completely destroying Mason Stockholm too! That'll be awesome to watch!
As Matthews and Walters conclude talking about these intense matches, "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage blasts from the speakers, smothering the US Airbase in metal-influenced noise. Recalling the acclaimed wrestler that used this entrance theme in New Edge Wrestling over a year prior, the German fans cheer loudly yet gruffly, welcoming the shocking presence of MATT SLATER!
Jill Matthews: OH MY GOD! MATT SLATER IS BACK!
Vince Walters: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Adorned in a dark red hooded sweater and faded jeans with soft shoes, Slater appears on the constructed stage inside the rented military base, standing amongst the sweeping white and blue lights that usually accompany his entrance in a dazzling theatrical display. He admires the reception he's receiving with a smile of humbleness, watching as some comedic fans start bowing as though he is a legend. The rest of the crowd applaud and hold up their signs as Slater walks to the ring, reaching out his hands to slap theirs along the way.
Jill Matthews: THIS PLACE JUST ERUPTED!
Vince Walters: He's not THAT popular, and he's not THAT good of a wrestler either! This guy doesn't deserve a Road Warrior pop! He needs to go away and stay there!
Jill Matthews: Why are you so hard on this guy? Personally, I'm glad he's back!
Vince Walters: I bet you'd be even happier if he asked you on a date later! It makes me sick seeing his face...
Jill Matthews: Well, he is kind of attractive...
Vince Walters: Don't get any filthy ideas!
Slater takes his time entering the ring, soaking in the lingering cheers that have not escaped into the openness of the facility. Once he has climbed onto the turnbuckles and scanned the crowd at a higher altitude a couple of times, he asks for a microphone and is granted one to use. His music dies down after that, resulting in the gruffness of the German citizens being clearer to hear.
Vince Walters: Oh God, now he's going to talk...
Jill Matthews: Will you shut up already?
A mild "Slater" chant is heard from the distance, but it sounds more like "Slay-tor" due to their strong accents. Slater chuckles and smiles at the fondness these people have for him, relaxing comfortably amongst his supporters as he places one hand into the pocket of his jeans.
Matt Slater: It certainly feels great to be back in New Edge Wrestling.
This comment elicits more cheers from the crowd, most of whom are die-hard fans.
Matt Slater: A year ago that sentence would have been difficult to fathom considering the tribulations I've had to deal with in this place. I'm sure most of you are familiar with the history. There was the cRu...
Slater raises out one finger as a tally, doing so as the crowd boo thunderously for the tyrannical group that sought to forever dominate the organization in their recurring formations.
Matt Slater: There was the Dark Horse Society...
Slater raises a second finger, indicating that he is including a stable that sent him on a path to darkness and bloodshed. As the crowd boo, Slater suddenly shakes his head and folds his fingers back into a relaxed fist.
Matt Slater: ... As a matter of fact, there were numerous individuals, factions and corruptive schemes that interfered with my professional and personal life in this company, and naming them all would take up the remainder of our PPV time. But the point stands that as of this moment ... I feel like I'm back where I belong. I feel ... like I'm at home again.
This statement causes the fans to cheer loudly again.
Vince Walters: He feels like he's home ... give me a break...
Matt Slater: You see, since I departed New Edge Wrestling last year ... I've attained partial success in other companies around the United States. But I never truly felt as though I belonged in those places, as glorious and brimmed with talent as they were. Sure, the competitions were intense, and these changes helped me find my remedial path to the person I was before ... but nothing ever felt satisfactory.
Vince Walters: Get to the fucking point. You're not Charles Dickens...
Jill Matthews: Shut up, Vince.
Matt Slater: And it occurred to me when I was negotiating a renewed contract in New Edge Wrestling that ... this organization was where I belonged. For the longest time, I was hesitant about my future. I was apprehensive about what would come week after week. But after digesting the aura that NEW brings on a weekly basis here in Frankfurt...
The crowd unanimously regale the mention of their German residence, which makes Slater pause briefly.
Matt Slater: ... The positive memories came flooding back. I'm aware that the majority of my tenure in NEW was filled with its negatives, but I firmly believe that this place gave me the opportunity and freedom to do what I love better than the others ever did. And that is what I have come here to do. I have come here to continue living my dream. I have returned here to prolong my passionate career. But most importantly, I have come here to satisfy each and every one of you that adore what wrestling should be and what it should have always been!
Another chorus of cheers erupt from the fans, making Slater smile as a result.
Matt Slater: However, there is something that I do need to inform you all about...
Vince Walters: Finally, some BAD news!
Matt Slater: I suffered a shoulder injury several weeks ago, and after several solicitations with my doctor, he has informed me that I cannot compete for the duration of my rehabilitation, which should end in a month or so.
The crowd release disheartened boos, hoping that they would get to see Slater compete sooner rather than later.
Matt Slater: As much as it hurts to stay away from this ring for that length of time, I can assure you all ... that once I return ... you will witness my skills and athletic performances like you have never seen them before!
Vince Walters: Just leave already!
Matt Slater: So to those who supported me through my darkest hours ... thank you. To those who encouraged me to continue fighting against the negativity ... thank you. To those who...
Suddenly, "Hurt" by Johnny Cash plays from the speakers, making the German audience erupt with thunderous boos. It takes a while for Jesse Styles to arrive on the scene, but once he does, he is met with an onslaught of German profanity and disgust. Slater lowers his microphone as he studies Jesse from afar, who briskly walks towards the ring with a disgruntled look on his face.
Vince Walters: YES! WE HAVE BEEN SAVED BY OUR LEADER!
Jill Matthews: I think we've been poisoned by his presence actually...
Vince Walters: How dare you say such blasphemous things?!
Jesse walks up the ring steps and enters the ring, getting handed a microphone from outside the ring. He then steps up to Matt Slater. Both men are eyes to eyes as they glare at each other for a moment and the fans break out into "Slay-tor" chants again. Finally, Jesse raises the microphone to his lips and smiles.
Jesse Styles: Welcome home, Matt Slater!!!
Vince Walters: Wait what?
Jill Mathews: Now Jesse is clapping for him but with that evil grin across his face.
Vince Walters: I love that grin.
Jesse Styles: Isn't it good to have Matt Slater back under contract with the NEW?
The fans erupt in cheers.
Vince Walters: BOOOOO!
Jill Mathews: You're such a child.
Jesse Styles: The keyword being back "under" contract with the NEW, which also means ... I am once again your boss.
The fans break out into boos as Jesse looks out at them with a half-cocky, half-cold type of smile across his face. He then tells the fans to shove it, focusing the comment on each and everyone one of them. After having done that, he turns his attention back to Slater who is standing there with the microphone in his hand, standing there patiently with his arms folded at his chest.
Jesse Styles: My point is, you're under contract now, which means that next week...
Jill Matthews: Huh?
Jesse Styles: ...You will be wrestling on a very special edition of Ignite. The Terrordome Qualifying edition!
The fans react enthusiastically to this news. Slater just continues to look at Jesse with a stoic expression. Jesse Styles: Yes, Matt, you know that match very well ... the same match where you selfishly ... and stupidly might I add ... helped Triple X win the NEW Undisputed World Title. Anyways, my point is that you will be in a Qualifying Match ... whether you like it ... or not.
Jill Mathews: Matt Slater is hurt! He just said that! This isn't right!
Vince Walters: I love it! Jesse isn't going to care about Matt's little shoulder injury! Wrestlers wrestle injured all the time!
With a brief nod of his head, Slater acknowledges the boos from the crowd and responds to Jesse.
Matt Slater: Jesse, you've already seen the doctor's files that were included with the signed documents of my contract.
Jesse Styles: I might have seen them ... but that doesn't mean I care.
The fans boo very loudly now, and Jesse shakes his head at them, telling them all to shut up! Afterwards, Jesse seems to smirk evilly as he thinks of something.
Jesse Styles: Tell you what, Matt. If you wrestle next week in a Qualifying Match ... and IF you qualify ... then I will give you the following three weeks off to get your poor little shoulder healed up for the Terrordome. Now if you DON'T qualify ... well, you can still have those three weeks off, and you will have another match at Kamikaze instead.
Vince Walters: See? Look at how reasonable Jesse is!
Jill Matthews: This situation still smells foul, and for once it isn't you...
Jesse Styles: Now, I know what my close friends are thinking in the back. Why am I bothering to put this guy, Matt Slater, in the qualifying at all? So allow me to explain. It's called RATINGS. It's called MONEY. And for some reason that is beyond me, these morons in attendance and the morons watching at home love Matt Slater.
"Slay-tor" chants break out again as Matt stands there saying nothing, although he does smirk gratifyingly at their reception.
Jesse Styles: Now, it's all up to you. I've put the cards on the table. What's it going to be, Matt? One more big chance in the Terrordome? A chance to fix your history a bit? Or ... well, are you a damned coward?!
Jill Mathews: Jesse is pushing Matt Slater's limits here.
Vince Walters: Please! Jesse isn't scared of Matt Slater.
Slater looks around at the crowd, failing to look pissed off despite Jesse's words directed at his manhood. After a short while, Slater raises the microphone to his mouth.
Matt Slater: Considering the response I received from these fans when I brought up the fact that I was injured, it seems to me that they would enjoy seeing me wrestle early ... even in my condition.
The crowd cheer loudly once again.
Matt Slater: You know, Jesse ... I haven't always done things by the rules. Sometimes you need to take a chance. And if I can take that chance to defy you the satisfaction of calling me a coward, then I say do it. Put me in the match.
The crowd come unglued as Slater stares down Jesse, both men sharing their emotions as the crowd add the atmosphere to this scene.
Jill Matthews: Slater just agreed to be involved in the Terrordome Qualifiers!
Vince Walters: The sooner we see him permanently injured the better! I think he might have made the best decision of his entire life!
Jesse laughs, but Slater isn't quite finished.
Matt Slater: But I just want you to know ... that if I do fail ... it still won't stop me from living my dream and defying this power-hungry regime in the process. And if I do qualify for the Terrordome, wouldn't it be bittersweet ... if I left that lethal structure as the next NEW World Heavyweight Champion?
The fans erupt again at the thought of Slater being the NEW Champion, something that Jesse seems to dislike by his visuals. "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage plays again as Slater drops the microphone, keeping his eyes on Jesse as the boss says that Slater better be ready for what is to come, getting the last word in their little confrontation. Jesse then departs the ring, telling the fans to shove it again as Slater remains in the ring for a while.
Jill Matthews: What have we just witnessed? First, Matt Slater returns, but says that he's injured. Jesse Styles challenges him to qualify for the Terrordome despite the injury, and Slater has agreed to do so! The future of NEW is looking very interesting indeed!
Vince Walters: Of course it's interesting when Jesse Styles is in charge! NEW is back on form!
After applauding the crowd from the turnbuckles, Slater exits the ring, informing them that he'll do his best next week. The scene then leads into a brief commercial for Kamikaze, featuring multiple wrestlers dealing with a selection of Japanese weapons. DEFYING THE POWER-HUNGRY REGIME TypeTwo man segment Length6 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating63% Crowd Reaction76% Overall Rating70% VS The crowd erupts as slowly the outside of the ring starts to flame up. The flames start slowly but in a few minutes the flames start to go higher and higher. Jill Matthews: This is as personal as it gets. A woman scorn named Scarlet Styles will finally get her hands on the accused in a possible case of adultery named Aiuora Deadwood. Someone is going to burn tonight, and how ironic that a possible adulterer will have to answer to a “scarlet” mark. Vince Walters: Wow took you all week to come up with that huh? Do you understand how dangerous this will be for Aurora? Do you realize how flammable alcohol is and her percentage of body fluids is 60% booze. “REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!!!!!!!” The crowd explodes as Al Envy walks out to everyone’s surprise. Looking like he is all business he sits in between Jill and Vince. Jill Matthews: Al Envy!!!! Vince Walters: Why are you out here? Al Envy: I am out here to support my friend Scarlet Vince, and to make sure this shit between these two extremely talented ladies gets resolved without interference from certain people. Jill Matthews: Certain people as in the Styles Mafia? Al Envy: Anyone Jill. Scarlet didn’t ask me to come out here. She is my friend and nothing more and I am here to support her. Vince Walters: I don’t understand how you are even walking after that TA title match just moments ago! Al Envy: Well that is the difference between me and Hunter Valentyne. I have guts. He is still lying on the trainer’s table like the bitch he is. It’s not over not by a long shot. Aurora Deadwood walks out to a chorus of boos and is wearing a Jesse Styles t-shirt with lipstick kisses all over it. Jill Matthews: Are you serious?? Out of nowhere Scarlet comes out and blindsides Aurora much to the delight of the crowd!!! Al Envy: Roe is asking to be set on fire. What is she drunk? Scarlet rips the shirt off of Aurora and unveils Roe’s wrestling attire. The fight is on as Scarlet lays shots into the ribs of Deadwood followed by slamming her head against the rail. Scarlet screams and starts to kick Aurora right between the solarplexes. You can hear Scarlet screaming something at Aurora. Roe finally snaps out of it and slaps the shit out of Scarlet. Scarlet becomes even more enraged and charges Aurora who drop toe holds Scarlet right into the barricade. Scarlet’s head snaps back and she is out of it. Vince Walters: Scarlet just wiped out on that barricade. Aurora has a chance here to do some damage. Jesus it’s hot in here!!! Aurora picks up Scarlet and snap suplexes her. She looks down to the ring that is engulfed in flames and goes back to work on Scarlet hitting another snap suplex then a hard driving elbow right into her heart. Al Envy: I have noticed that these two babes aren’t even attempting to get close to this ring. Can’t say I don’t blame them. The littlest flame will light you up and this match will be over. Jill Matthews: And that will end this ever so dangerous match. Picking Scarlet up Aurora drags her to the WWX titantron area and lands a few more punches. Scarlet is on her knees as Aurora attempts to follow up with some more offense but a few elbows into the stomach of Aurora Deadwood from Scarlet Styles. Aurora charges and Scarlet delivers a straight forearm right to Roe’s face!! Roe runs again and Scarlet back drops her OFF THE STAGE AND THROUGH A TABLE!!!!! Vince Walters: Oh My God!!!!!! Jill Matthews: The pyro table has been destroyed! What in the hell is Scarlet doing?? Al Envy: Come on Scarlet don’t take a risk!!! That is not your game sweetie!! Scarlet stares at Roe with pure hatred in her eyes and launches herself off the stage with a SWANTON!!!! She nails it and now she is hurt! Jil Matthews: A Swanton!!! I have never seen her do that!! Al Envy: She wants to hurt Aurora Deadwood!! Trust me she told me that if the bitch died tonight it woulddn’t matter to her. She is willing to go to jail here!! Vince Walters: If there was pin falls or falls count anywhere this one would be over. But someone has to be set on fire tonight!! Scarlet slowly moves and picks Aurora up. She sends her head right into one of the speakers and starts kicking the shit out of her. Aurora is now busted open as Scarlet starts dragging her back up the stage and toards the fire ring. Al Envy: Oh she is ending this now. As Scarlet drags Aurora Ro clips the back of her knee then delivers a straight stiff kick right to Scarlet’s face!!!! Jill Matthews: Oh My Jesus what a kick!!! Oh man you could just feel that impact!!! Scarlet holds her faceand slowly gets up and walks right into a HYPE KICK from Aurora Deadwood!!! Jill Matthews: Was that a Hype Kick!!! Al Envy: That is ridiculous right there. Vince Walters: Scarlet just had a flash back it seems. Aurora starts to scream how she pleased Jesse better than Scarlet ever could and starts to stomp her face. Scarlet is now busted open as Aurora picks up Scarlet and hits a ddt!! Roe starts to moutyh off to the crowd and walks towards the ring. Very carefully she grabs a blow torch from behind the time keepers desk and a bottle of Jack Daniels!!! Al Envy: Oh come on now. Vince Walters: What in the hell is she doing? Aurora takes a swig and lights up the torch. She blows the whiskey from her mouth into the torch and the flame explodes away from her. A sadistic smile comes over Roe’s face as she starts to walk towards Scarlet. Scarlet still down from that Hype Kick gets whiskey poured all over her. Al Envy: Okay this is going to far here!! Jill Matthews: Don’t tell me Roe is doing this. This is sadistic as it gets. Aurora steps away and drinks the rest of the whiskey and puts the torch to her lips. Scarlet stops her with a shoulder to the stomach then delivers a kick right to her face!! With the smell of whiskey all over her Scarlet goes fucking crazy and starts slamming Roe’s head onto the ramp. Now Scarlet drags Aurora back up to the stage and goes to the other side and finds another table set up. Scarlet somehow finds some lighter fluid and pours it all over the table then goes back up to the stage. Taking a match she had in her trunks she throws the lighted match on the table and that table goes up in flames! Al Envy: What is she doing here? Scarlet throws her hand up in the air. She kicks Aurora in the stomach and sets her up for a powerbomb. She lifts Deadwood up but Aurora falls behind Scarlet and locks in the BITTERSWEET ENDING!!!! Scarlet is fading fast here and she is finally out!! Jill Matthews: Scarlet is out from that sleeper hold there!! All of a sudden here comes Jesse Styles with a chair from the backstage area. Al Envy: Ok here we go. You can hear the headphones hit the table as Envy leaves ringside. On the stage Deadwood walks to Jesse with a huge smile on her face. Jesse smiles and plants a lip lock onto Aurora Deadwood!! Jill Matthews: Oh this is sick!! Vince Walters: I don’t even approve of this. This isn’t right here. Roe lets go and turns her back on Jesse to finish Scarlet of. Jesse rears back and delivers a wicked chair shot to the back of the head of AURORA DEADWOOD!!!!! Jill Matthews: WHAT THE HEL!!!!!!! Jesse isn’t done though. He looks at Scarlet struggling to her feet and a evil thought gleams from his eye. He rears the chair back again but by this time Al Envy has made it to the scene and chases Jesse off the stage and to the back. Scarlet turns around and finds an unconscious Aurora lying near the edge of the stage where the flaming table was. She gets a wicked smile and picks Aurora up. She holds her by the head and wispers something to her. With the support of the fans she nails a picture perfect SKO!!!! Knocking Aurora of the stage and onto the flaming TABLE!!!! Jill Matthews: OH MY GOD AURORA IS ON FIRE!!!!!!! Aurora Deadwood becomes engulfed with flames as firefighters hit the scene with a fire extinguisher. Yet somehow they can’t get it to work!!!!!!! Vince Walters: Someone put her out GODDAMMIT!!!!! LA Kief runs from the back and starts to smother the flames with his girth. Finally the extinguisher comes alive and the fire is put out but the damage is done. Aurora lies there seemingly lifeless. Kief starts to kiss her trying to wake her up pleading with God to bring her back. Finally Aurora starts moving. Jill Matthews: Oh My God I can’t believe what I just witnessed. Vince Walters: A woman was set on fire. Jesse nailed Roe with a chair, and Scarlet has no idea he did that!! Scarlet stares at the scene as Envy returns by her side. She wraps her arms around Al and he leads her to the back stage area. EMT’s help Aurora onto a stretcher as LA Kief vows revenge by screaming at the top of his lungs. Winner: Scarlet Styles INFERNO MATCH Type1 vs 1 Length15 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating29% Crowd Reaction42% Overall Rating36% Brandy Boss is walking backstage with her camera guy Ryan, both is heading toward her dressing room, making it to her door she smiles and looks at Ryan.
Brandy Boss: Okay Ryan you wait right out here, I am going to change for this next interview.
Ryan: Okay sounds good to me, I will wait right out here.
Brandy: Seriously don’t leave, you know how I have been on edge since that interview with the Virus!
Ryan: Okay, okay, just hurry up and go change.
Brandy enters her dressing room as Ryan stands outside the door, like a bouncer at a night club. His stomach starts growling as he decides he’d better go to the bathroom. Just as he makes his exit from the scene, a shadowy figure comes on the screen pausing right in front of Brandy Boss’s dressing room he begins looking around and then slowly opens her door and snakes in, cutting the lights off immediately. A loud screech can be heard from within the room.
Jill Matthews: Oh my god, an intruder just forced himself in the dressing room with Brandy, someone call security!
Vince Walters: Yeah who the hell was that guy and we heard a shriek from inside; I wonder what the hell he could be possibly doing to her?
Jill Matthews: Are you kidding, he is probably raping her; it is probably some sick obsessed fan that really is in demented love with Brandy. That is exactly why I carry my bear spray and a little fire power on me at all times. Some people are just fucking sick in this world. Oh thank god here comes security.
Vince Walters: Hopefully they made it in time and catch this bastard.
Security gets to her door and begins knocking first, just in case the man wasn’t an intruder, all they can hear is a muffled moan, the largest of the men, steps back and kicks the door in. Charging in they try to turn on the lights, but as they flick the switch on and off, no response. The lead security man decides to try and find his way around in the dark.
Lead Security: Excuse me Ms. Boss, if you could, make some noise so I can find you?
A muffled moan comes from the far back corner, the Security guard continues to try and find Brandy Boss in the darkened room, when suddenly a loud skull cracking clang echoes through the room followed by a huge thud. The rest of the security team begins to scurry about as another clang occurs, this one more like metal hitting the cement floor. Then a blur of a human runs from the door way, smashing in to the returning Ryan, knocking him into a pile of cardboard boxes, the man fleeing escapes with his identity sealed.
Jill Matthews: Did you see that, the intruder got away, how in the world?
Vince Walters: Yeah and it sounded like he assaulted one of the security guys with some kind of metal object!
The cameras then begin to push toward the dressing room door as the lights come back on, the lead security guard knocked unconscious; the rest of the team in a panic frenzy, and Brandy Boss tied and gagged in a chair, soaked in blood. Ryan has made his way inside the room and quickly runs to Brandy’s aid, as he unties her and removes the gag, she breaks down in his chest and begins letting the water works flow.
Ryan: I am so sorry, I got the bubbly guts and needed to go to bathroom, I will find out who did this and it will come to an end!
The Security guards begin to attend to their leader as the camera circles back to her wall size mirror that has a bloody letter to Brandy Boss smeared on it.
Now maybe you will learn to mind your damn business and keep to yourself… Consider this the first warning, if I don’t see a change in you before the next show; consider things to go from funny to sad. Remember I know you and you have no clue who I am, so don’t try to figure this out, you won’t, plus I would hate to have to cause harm to that pretty little face of yours. Keep on your toes and try not to close your eye that is when the nightmares engulf its victims! LoVRe, YoUr SeCrEt AdMiReR
The Camera then cuts to black.
Jill Matthews: What kind of sick person soaks a beautiful young woman in blood and ties her up like that?
Vince Walters: A real twisted and sick sexually deprived son of a bitch, which is who! Well stay tuned after these commercial breaks. DARK MESSAGES TypeBlank Segment Length5 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating2% Crowd Reaction3% Overall Rating3% VS Tom Davis: The following contest is a Thirty Minute Ironman Match! Now, the person who has the most falls in thirty minutes will be declared the winner! Introducing first…from Morgantown, West Virginia…weighing in tonight at 250 pounds…Seth Iser! The lights dim down as the music begins to play. Soon enough, Seth Iser slowly walks through the curtain with that familiar scowl on his face. He absorbs the reaction he gets from the crowd as he slowly walks down to the ring. He then rolls underneath the bottomrope and performs a crucifix pose in the center of the ring which brings the lights back on. He then slinks to the corner in a seated position to await the bell. Jill Matthews: Here comes the very provocative and very cold Seth Iser as he’s about ready to go thirty minutes with Roger Wright. Vince Walters: and he’s looking forward to it. He’s not known for the wrestling classic but it isn’t because he doesn’t know how to wrestle. Jill Matthews: It’s because that guy is an absolute nut. Tom Davis: And the opponent…weighing in tonight at 232 pounds…NEW Hall of Famer Roger Wright! An Explosion of pyro on the stage grabs the attention of the fans as the rythmic drums and guitar inundates their audio senses. Out from the back walks Roger Wright with a smile on his face, slapping hands with the fans as he makes his way to the ring. Walking up the steps he stops at the apron, smiling back to the fans before entering the ring through the middle rope. Once inside the ring he crosses to the far side and mounts the middle ropes, pointing to the fans and then at himself before holding his hand up over his head. Dropping down, Roger shakes out the muscles in his arms as he awaits his opponent or the beginning of the match. Vince Walters: Thirty minutes of excruciating pain coming up for both men and the intensity and hatred in both their eyes is obvious. The two men immediately begin to trade punches as the bell rings and the clock begins to tick down reverse from thirty at the bottom. It resembles more of a hockey fight than a wrestling match right away and both men seem to ignore the ref’s request to not use a closed fist. Iser briefly overpowers Roger on the initial exchange of fists but the hall of famer immediately starts to go with some chops and the german crowd WOOs through all the chops. Jill Matthews: Rights and lefts in a surprisingly frenetic start to this match. Iser finally knocks Roger down with a hard right hand but the resilent Roger pulls himself back up and again chops Iser and his pectorial region is starting to turn red. This causes Iser to finally pull back his aggressive, fisticup assault and then he eats a dropkick for his trouble and he rolls out of the ring immediately. The crowd is very much behind Roger right now as Iser takes a breather on the outside. Vince Walters: Opening minute was fast and furious and it looks like Iser’s taking a breather or changing gameplans. Iser uses the full extent of the ten count to cool himself off as the German fans are verbally taunting him. One verbally shouts that he sucks and Iser just launches a strict middle finger toward that fan and rolling back in at the count of nine. Before Roger goes to lock up and punch again, Iser rolls back out of the ring and the fans begin to jeer and boo at that display. Vince Walters: I’d rather Iser just go in there and knock the hell out of Roger right now. Jill Matthews: I think he’s just slowing the pace down deliberately. Roger soon loses his patience and goes right to the outside and the two continue what they started early on with the brawl. The bigger Iser overpowers Roger with the right hands but Roger ends up going downstairs with a kick to his left leg to slow down the fisticups from the bigger man. Iser quickly changes tactics with a headbutt and then goes to irish whip Roger to the steps but Roger reverse the whip and Iser goes careening into the steel steps knee first. Jill Matthews: I think somebody better check on those stairs. Roger rolls back into the ring before heading back out to break up the count. The emotions have gotten the best of Roger here as he continues to charge in and fires back at Iser with a couple very hard right hands and the bigger man is rocking and reeling all around ringside. The ref again begins that ten count so Roger ends up rolling Iser into the ring and as soon as he re-enters the ring, he gets a wrestling II knee lift right to the grill. Jill Matthews: Three minutes in and we haven’t seen A wrestling move. Iser shakes his left knee to make sure he has some feeling but Roger isn’t bouncing back up really quick after the swiftness of the earlier strikes. Iser just drags Roger up and begins chopping him across the chest until he’s in the corner. The man is clutching at his pectoral region as Iser’s methodical, pinpoint strikes keep this match at a slow pace. An occasional right to follow up the chop in the corner and the ref just pleads for a break even though he’s giving them some leniency. Jill Matthews: The only clean break Iser ever gives is whenever he breaks someone’s bones. Roger fires off with an occasional right to get out of the corner, but Iser delievers a hard right hand to knock him back down. A couple more right hands as soon as he gets back up and an occasional left to change things up…while Roger’s backed to the corner a second time and finally fires off a couple of kicks to back the bigger man back up. He then explodes out of the corner but Iser ends up catching Roger and tossing him halfway across the ring with an overhead belly to belly suplex! After the suplex, he raises his arm and the fans begin to jeer the self proclaimed Deity. Vince Walters: That’s just all power. Jill Matthews: Might be more leverage than power for the pop of that suplex. Iser goes for a quick cover after the suplex. ONE TWO Roger kicks out immediately after two but Iser doesn’t seem disgruntled by it at all. Instead, he just delievers a couple of pinpoint right hands to the head of the Hall of Famer. As soon as he gets admonished by the ref, Iser just glares at him and the ref flees for his life. We overheard Iser’s verbal taunting of ‘Come on hero!’ as he keeps throwing right hands. After a couple more, Roger begins fighting back as the crowd stirs in anticipation again. Jill Matthews: Iser struck a chord and Roger’s got a renewed vigor. Roger ends up chopping the big man back a second time and as soon as Iser goes for an overhead right, Roger ducks and then dropkicks the bigger man down again. As soon as they reach their feet, Roger takes down the big man with a side headlock and Iser elbows the mat in frustration now. He swiftly tries to get Roger into a pinning predicament but Roger rolls out at one and still has that headlock on. Iser audibly yells ‘fuck’ in some frustration as now he’s down on the mat. Iser finally gets to his feet but Roger still has the headlock on and a hint of a smile on his face considering the change in tactics is working. Iser pushes him off but Roger then comes in hot with a running dropkick to Iser’s face. They’re back up and Roger arm drags Iser down once…and then twice and then back to the headlock again. The crowd is enjoying it more now as Iser’s continuing to get more profane and angry. Jill Matthews: The brawling favored Iser, the wrestling has favored Roger. Roger still has that headlock on tight as Iser rises to his feet, still feeling out that left leg and knee of his. Iser goes to push Roger off, but this time he gets a hold of Roger’s arm and then pulls him toward him in a violent way and a short arm clothesline follows. Another quick cover and Roger exerts a little more energy to kick out after one right away. Six minutes have ticked down and the pace has slowed again. Iser lets off a quick stomp to the head but as soon as Roger gets to his feet…he immediately goes downstairs on Iser’s patella tendon with a dropkick. Vince Walters: I think they both know what the other’s favoring for sure. Roger immediately goes to work and starts pull on that foot to try to wear and tear that knee joint of Iser. The bigger man grunts in pain and Roger ends up delivering the point of his elbow down to the kneecap joint. When he goes to put some torque on it like that though, Iser puts on a crossface across his nose and Roger lets go to relent to the stronger man for the time being. Roger immediately gets his feet to the ropes to make sure nothing else goes wrong. Surprisingly, a clean break does follow. The two weary men stand up and Iser immediately goes upstairs with another right and he begins jabbing his own leg with the point of his elbow! Jill Matthews: Is that man a human being? Vince Walters: He’s nuts. Roger soon sees his chance and tries to go low with another basement dropkick but Iser sidesteps on his stronger side and as soon as Roger reaches his feet, Iser goes low with a dropkick right toward the bad ankle tendon of Roger now. Both men are on the ground, Roger clutching at his ailing joint but Iser continuing to punch and elbow his own limb to get everything going in it. Jill Matthews: So THAT’S why he was going upstairs for so long. Vince Walters: If you know what you’re doing, you can go around the world all you want before you get to where you really want to be. Iser swiftly rolls out of the ring and has Roger by his ankle and he’s dragging him toward the ring post. The crowd begins to gasp as we overhear Iser begin to verbally taunt the man again by calling him a hero. He rams the ankle into the ring post once and then twice. The ref’s count swiftly goes up to five and Iser immediately rolls back into the ring to break it before heading back out and ramming Roger’s knee tendon this time into the post and a sadistic grin is now on his face. Iser: COME ON HERO! Vince Walters: Hahaha! He’s trying to turn Roger into a Pretzel! Iser crosses Roger’s legs to a specific position and now he has a FIGURE FOUR AROUND THE RING POST! It isn’t pretty looking but he’s using the leverage of his six foot five frame to inflict damage to Roger’s knee and ankle joint for the move until Iser has to let go before he gets too nicked himself. The crowd begins booing very loudly after the figure four and he just nonchalantly rolls into the ring and begins kicking at the fallen Roger’s ankle almost immediately. Vince Walters: He warned Roger what being in the ring with him for thirty minutes could do! Jill Matthews: What a disgusting individual. I still don’t know if he’s human. Vince Walters: He’s a god damned monster, Jill. Not in terms of pure gerth but in terms of mindframe. hard punches and one of the sickest minds in the business. Jill Matthews: But nobody has better fight in him than Roger Wright. Iser continues to verbally antagonize Roger as he stomps down at that ankle, using the ropes for extra leverage for the blows. Soon enough, he feels like its time and after shaking off some of the pain in his bad wheel, the spinning toe hold soon comes into play. After each torque, Roger audibly yells in pain while Iser’s grin is noticeable. After a few more torques of the toe, Roger now counters the move into a beautiful small package! ONE! TWO! THR---Iser BARELY gets out. Jill Matthews: Whew…what a counter. Iser’s the first one to his feet and he’s enraged. As soon as Roger’s pulling himself up to his feet he lets out a barrage of punches and elbow strikes in absolute frustration. Roger covers up the onslaught to weaken the blows. The Deity’s onslaught as forced Roger into the corner and the ref physically has to pull Iser off of Roger this time. Roger sees his chance and clotheslines the bigger man off his feet and he crumbles. Vince Walters: The bigger man’s wheel has to be bothering him if he was to get clotheslined like that. After that brief rush of adrenaline, Roger’s ankle is noticeably bothering him but he still sees the chance as Iser, also seemingly on one leg, pulls himself up by the ropes to lessen the strain. Roger ends up chop blocking the bigger man back down to the mat as soon as he gets the chance. Roger soon sees his chance and now has Iser by his foot…and performs HIS OWN SPINNING TOE HOLD! Iser’s own submission being used against him! Jill Matthews: Look at this! Vince Walters: That is HERACY! As soon as Roger begins to torque though, Iser just kicks Roger off as he spins around and he crashes head first into the turnbuckle. Iser pulls himself up and as soon as Roger turns around from the corner, he eats a clothesline. Seth soon goes to follow for the bulldog but since he can’t run too fast he doesn’t get enough traction and Roger pushes him away and as soon as Iser bounces off the opposite turnbuckle, Roger german suplexes him and bridges over for a pin! ONE! TWO! THR---Roger’s leg buckles and the bridge falters negating the pin and allowing Iser to get out. Jill Matthews: The leg went. He couldn’t hold the bridge or he would’ve taken a one to nothing lead on Iser. Vince Walters: They’re a little past half way home and neither man, despite the wounds, are CLOSE to finished with one another. Despite Roger pushing the pace more, it looks like Iser might be a touch more winded as he’s having some issues getting back up. Wright, however, sees that and begins launching a faster paced offense on a new shot of adrenaline! A hard right hand that rocks Iser toward the ropes and as soon as he wobbles toward Wright, he floors Iser down with his DDT, spiking him to the mat. Roger soon shakes of some of the pain in his ankle as he begins to climb toward the top rope waiting for the desperate Iser to come up. As soon as the staggered Iser reaches his feet…he launches a missle dropkick and knocks the bigger man down and goes for a quick cover! ONE! TWO! THRE---Iser kicks out! Roger, after shaking off the initial shock of the kick out gets to his feet and just waits for Iser to get up. Seth slowly pulls himself up by the ropes again in an attempt to conserve energy and as soon as he lets go he seemingly staggers toward Roger…and he attempts the WRIGHT STUFF but Iser senses it coming and spins Roger back around and drills him right on his dome with his DEPRIVATION DDT! He immediately goes toward the cover. ONE! TWO! THREE---ROGER EEKS A SHOULDER UP! Vince Walters: How in the hell did he do that? Jill Matthews: I don’t know but look at Iser. Iser repeatedly slaps the mat in frustration now almost like the gears in his head are turning. Soon enough he just torques on Roger’s bad wheel just for a minute and when he gets the chance…he’s going for the sharpshooter. Roger’s doing everything he can to make sure Iser can’t turn him over and in one last heroric bid of strength, he KICKS Iser off and he ricochets off the ropes and right into an INSIDE CRADLE! ONE! TWO! THREE! Tom Davis: It is now Roger Wright one…Seth Iser nothing! The crowd explodes as Roger has taken the lead at the sixteen and a half minute mark with the inside cradle. A smile of relief comes across his face and the infuriated Iser immediately peels himself off the mat and drops an elbow right on the head of Roger. Jill Matthews: Out of nowhere again, Roger snatches a fall out of the face of potential defeat! Vince Walters: Might want to think about jetting, Iser’s lost it. Iser blatantly chokes the downed and exhausted Roger and just breaking after four before going right back to it as the crowd begins to verbally antagonize the Deity in their native language. The ref finally pulls the psychotic man away from Roger from the choking and he gets to his feet. Iser then immediately charges as fast as he can on his bad wheel and puts the boots toward him. Jill Matthews: Instead of with focus…he’s just attacking more wildly now. None of us can be safe. After taking a quick deep breath, Seth finally drags Roger to his feet after that initial rush of emotion wears off and has him lifted up for a vertical suplex. He delays it slightly before falling back putting more emphasis on the head for the landing. He floats over as swiftly as he possibly can and goes for a quick cover. ONE! TWO! THR---Roger kicks out! Iser immediately hooks the leg a second time but to his dismay, Roger kicks out a second time. The desperation sets in as he attempts it a third time and again Roger kicks out and Iser’s just sitting on the mat slightly bewildered at his inability to keep him down. The smile is vanished and behind that mask is a look of absolute rage. He’s pulling his hand back and it looks like he’s ready to strike as soon as Roger gets up. He’s screaming and pleading with the Hall of Famer to get up. Jill Matthews: What is he trying to pull here? Roger has reached his feet and Iser immediately applies his Injection of Poison submission hold! Roger’s eyes show his desperation and he’s flailing around…trying to find the ropes but Iser has him dead center! After a moment it looks like Roger’s starting to fade but he ends up kicking Iser right in the shin once…twice…and THREE TIMES and Iser has to relinquish the hold because his knee was starting to give out. Wright soon sees the advantage and tries to get Iser up for his trademarked Wright Turn but Iser’s acting like dead weight, not letting Roger lift him up. A couple barrage of clubbing forearms to his back tries to change things, and HE FINALLY GETS HIM UP! The crowd roars in approval as Wright delivers the WRIGHT TURN! He swiftly goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! THRE---Iser kicks out! Now it is Roger’s turn to start wondering how to get another pinfall on this man though he’s much more relaxed considering the situation. Two thirds of the way home as the moves are all getting slower and Roger beams toward the crowd and goes to take a chance by slowing climbing the turnbuckle. He’s slow getting up there because now Iser is on his feet and he meets Roger at the top rope! Jill Matthews: This is a dangerous situation. Roger delivers rapid-fire fists to try to get Iser to budge off but Iser counters all that with one strict headbutt to the bridge of the nose and that makes Roger wobble back. Now Iser shakes his left leg and braces himself on the top rope and it looks like he has Roger’s head under his armpit. Vince Walters: Superplex? Roger fires off a couple blows to the gut but Iser delievers a few more clubbing blows to his back before rebalancing himself. He has Roger hooked again but instead…he falls back and TOP ROPE DEPRIVATION DDT! HE JUST SPIKED ROGER RIGHT ON HIS HEAD WITH A TOP ROPE DEPRIVATION DDT! The ref cringes at the landing as the fans immediately begin a loud ‘HOLY SHIT’ chant as Iser crawls to the prone Roger and gets a full body cover. ONE! TWO! THREE!! Tom Davis: The score is now tied at one a piece! The two men after the cover are just lying there prone after that vicious DDT. The ref has to start the mandatory 10 count as Iser’s stirring more and Roger’s still moving very little if any. The crowd begins to count along with the ref in their native tongue as he reaches five. We’re past 23 minutes as now Iser has pulled himself up and the sadistic smile is back on his face as he begins to verbally taunt the vulnerable Roger. Iser: Come on hero…you’re letting your public down when this demon…this dragon…slays YO--- Roger delievers a quick kick to the back of Iser’s head after the verbal taunting and as Iser staggers to the corner, Roger pulls himself up but Iser just waits at the corner still getting his barrings. Roger instinctively charges, not giving it a second chance but Iser catches the charging Roger and delivers a STUN GUN! The stun gun knocks Roger down to the mat and Iser quickly goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE---ROGER KICKS OUT! Iser audibly shouts ‘SHIT!’ after that kick out and shows ref three fingers who just gives him the two fingers and the motion of his count. He’s tugging on his hair and jabbing his elbow into his own bad wheel almost as a calming mechanism…before he turns his attention back toward Roger who is gagging after that vicious stun gun. Iser crosses his throat and just drags Roger up by his signature hair before putting him over his shoulder. He’s going for his Black Magic, but Roger desperately starts wiggling before rolling in front of Iser in a form of a take down and transitioning INTO AN ANKLE LOCK! Jill Matthews: What a spectacular counter! Iser’s screaming profanely as Roger cranks the pressure up for all its worth. Iser desperately starts crawling toward the ropes first…and you can see his fingernails just barely tapping the rope before to the delight of the crowd…Roger pulls Iser back to the center! He’s ramping up all the pressure he can and Iser turns to his back and desperately tries to kick Roger off but he pugnaciously hangs on! We see the clock continuing to count down as Iser just hangs on as long as he can before flipping forward and sending Roger crashing to the outside between the ropes. Vince Walters: What a counter! Jill Matthews: I would say that was all heart but the bastard doesn’t have one. Roger takes a few moments to catch his breath as Iser pulls himself up and is trying to get some blood going into his leg. He can barely put a ton of weight on it and Roger’s not much better on his foot after the adrenaline of that counter has vanished off. He wearily rolls into the ring and charges at the bigger man now with all he’s got but Iser for the second time catches him. He can’t get over to deliever the stun gun though due to his foot and Roger ends up sunset flipping Iser into a cover! ONE! TWO! THREE---Iser kicks out! Roger’s awestruck that Iser managed to get out of that move and as soon as he charges, Iser has him caught and delivers his ICEBREAKER! That version of that urinagi backbreaker has connected and Iser now has his chance and without much defense to it now…he finally locks in the sharpshooter! The torque on the back and knee and ankle is absolutely strenuous as the badmouth from Iser starts up once more. Iser: DIE HERO! DIE! Roger crawls on his arms and is trying to get to the bottom rope as the crowd cheers him on. The clock is continuing to tick down. Three and a half minutes are left as Iser continues to crank on the pressure of this submission knowing the urgency of it all. Roger finally makes one last ditch launch toward the ropes and gets to the ropes and as soon as Iser lets go of the hold he drops down….weary and worn from the fight. Both men are clutching at their ailing left legs. Roger more toward his ankle and Iser more toward his knee. Vince Walters: We’re at the home stretch. Three minutes are left in this match now. Both men have crawled up to their knees as the fans are applauding the effort both men are giving. Roger throws a right hand at Iser and the crowd cheers it…and Iser counters with one of his own and the fans boo. They continue to exchange slowly as the crowd is into it…cheering Roger and booing Iser. They’ve gotten to their feet and continue their exchange of hands until Roger soon fires up with rapid punches to Iser’s head. Iser staggers back and as soon as he charges, he’s spinebustered to the mat! Jill Matthews: The heart of Roger Wright shining through with that spinebuster! The multi-time world champion is in control with two and a half minutes left! Iser’s back on his feet but Roger soon launches a flurry of offense knocking him down with clotheslines. He then hits an inverted atomic drop and then a hard right hand follows to knock the bigger man to the mat. Seth pulls himself back up to his feet but he ends up receiving a quick scoop and a slam and then a leg drop to the throat of the man. Roger goes for a quick cover. ONE! TWO! THREE---Iser powers out barely. Fatigue is setting in on Roger at last because he can’t quite follow up like he wants to. He pulls himself up by the ropes using all his grit and determination as Iser is still lying there. Now he sees the clock and it’s down to about 60 seconds because of Iser’s deliberate stalling. Seth finally begins to stir as Roger desperately stomps on the mat waiting for the man to get up. He has him set up for Wright Stuff but Iser grabs a waist lock and GERMAN SUPLEXES ROGER! Vince Walters: What a crafty counter! Iser soon urgently pulls Roger to his feet and slowly gets him over his shoulder. The crowd gasps knowing what is coming. He’s gritting his teeth thanks to the previous punishment but he’s trying to drop him with black magic! Roger jams a finger into Iser’s eye and that gets him out of the situation…and as soon as Iser turns back around to face Roger…HE’S DROPPED WITH THE WRIGHT STUFF! The crowd EXPLODES! Vince Walters: NO! MOTHERFUCKER! Not another one! Roger drops to the mat but with how he’s won this crowd over they cheer him on as he finally latches over for the cover. ONE! TWO! THR--- THE BUZZER GOES OFF! Roger stares at the ref waiting him to finish the count but…Tom Davis makes the announcement.
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Tom Davis: The thirty minutes have expired…and we have a time limit draw! The German fans immediately begin to boo as Roger pleads with the ref for an extension as Iser stirs before rolling out of the ring. Wright mouths for five more minutes but Iser has begun his retreat up the ramp. The crowd venomously boos the decision as Iser laughs while seated on the ramp and clutching at his knee. Jill Matthews: Unbelieveable. What a shame…if they just had maybe two more seconds…Roger would’ve won this match. Vince Walters: This crowd is angry with the decision and Roger looks heartbroken but Iser’s laughing at Roger’s frustration as he limps up the ramp, still not putting any weight on that knee. He’ll be at an absolute disadvantage in the War Games. Jill Matthews: Right now, who gives a shit? These two need to go at it again to prove who the better man is and what ideology reigns supreme. 30 MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH Type1 vs 1 Length15 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating42% Crowd Reaction50% Overall Rating46% SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Coming back from our next Ignite advertisment we cut to Jesse Styles dressing room where Jesse is seen with his black typical shirt on but no pants on because he had a blond headed female on top of him on his black leather couch she was going to town but also talking at the same time Jesse seemed annoyed to say the very least.
Jersey: Oh baby how I have missed you hehe! It's been so long since we have been together like oh my gosh what like five years?
Jesse Styles: What? Jersey for the love of god shut up and let's get on with this.
Jersey: What baby I am getting on with it you know you like it hehe.
Jesse Styles: No, not really at all.
Jersey: Hey now you just let me do my thing baby cause like oh my gosh I am back together with Jesse Styles.
Jesse Styles: Uh no we are not back together not a chance in hell you are just a little revenge sex.
Jersey: Whatever you say baby now tell me you love my nice warm....
Suddenly Jesse's dressing room door opens and there stands his still current wife Scarlet! She has hate in her eyes glaring at the blond bimbo named Jersey who notices Scarlet and just kind of shrugs her off.
Jesse Styles: Oh my....
Jersey: Oh hey Scarlet nice to see you again I'm just fucking your soon to be ex husband so if you wouldn't mind giving us a little privacy pretty please?
Jesse Styles: Jersey get off of me.
Scarlet walks over and literally pulls Jersey by her hair off of Jesse and Jesse quickly covers up with a black blanket he had on the couch. Scarlet then brings the naked Jersey to her feet.
Scarlet: He is not my soon to be ex husband bitch! He's my husband and now if memory serves me correctly didn't I break that pretty nose of your's like five years ago when you came around trying to get Jesse to take you back?
Jesse Styles: She's right she did.
Both woman at same time*
SHUT UP JESSE!
Jesse Styles: Fine....
Jersey: Yes you did but it gave me a good reason for a new nose job sweetie.
And, that was all Scarlet could stand SKO to the face knocking Jersey out cold and probaly rebreaking her nose again. Scarlet then drug Jersey's naked body out of the dressing room tossing her out in the hall like some cheap whore. Scarlet then slammed the dressing room door and looked at Jesse slowly walking up to him.
Jesse Styles: Don't even try lecturing me you slept with fucking Inkt.
Scarlet: We are even you here me Jesse.
Jesse Styles: Where even?
Scarlet: Yes.
Scarlet unbuttoned her black leather pants and began taking off her black leather jack showing off her black leather sports bra. Jesse's interest was peaked.
Jesse Styles: Uh.... So if we do what I think where about to do what does this all mean?
Scarlet: Means we are a married couple that stays out of each other's business when it comes to NEW and each other's way.
Jesse Styles: You know I think I am just fine with that. Just remember this Jesse when it comes to NEW well he's....
Scarlet: A complete and utter prick yeah baby I got it just don't take work home with you.
With that Scarlet got closer to Jesse and well you get the idea roll credits..... A SHORT JERSEY RETURN TypeTwo man segment Length4 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating95% Crowd Reaction100% Overall Rating98% VS The camera switches to outside the arena, showcasing a huge C-130 military transport plane. Brandy Boss is standing outside near the rear of the plane where the giant ramp is down, leading into the empty plane.
Brandy Boss: “And its time for the World Title match! We have a very special match set up for everyone. Special cameras have been mounted inside the plane at various points to capture the action. The plane will be in flight and the only way to win the match will be to force your opponent to the back of the plane, open the ramp and force your opponent out of the airplane. Both fighters will be wearing parachutes and have been given basic skydiving training. And now to the introductions of the fighters!
Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from parts unknown, standing 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 207lbs. COLT!!!”
Colt walks out with no theme music and looks the plane over for a second before nodding to himself and stepping into the plane.
Vince Walters: “And the award for most dangerous match... right here. I mean one mistake and we could see one fighter die!”
Jill Matthews: “I agree. I’ve even heard that the refs refuse to go onto the plane. How will Vanessa get around that, I wonder?”
Brandy Boss: “And introducing next, hailing from Abilene, Texas. He stands 6 feet, 6 inches tall and weighs in at 290lbs. He is the reigning and defending New Edge World Champion.... NOCTURNAL!!!”
Nocturnal heads out as well, also with no music or fanfare. He walks around the entire length of the plane, taking his time, before giving a sadistic smirk and walking into the plane.
Vince Walters: “Now we got the World Champion, Nocturnal making the first of his two appearances tonight. But like you said, Jill. How will this match go down without refs?”
Jill Matthews: “Hopefully Brandy has the answer to that question. I know this.. I wouldn’t want to be locked in a plane with Nocturnal.”
Brandy Boss: “And now... introducing the special guest referee for the match. Hailing from Los Angeles, California. Standing 5 feet, 5 inches tall and weighing 145lbs... VALORA SALINAS!!!!”
Valora comes out from one of the hangars and smirks as she walks into the plane. Both Noc and Colt glare at her and Valora flips both of them off.
Vince Walters: “Well... at least she’ll be impartial. She seems to hate both of them equally. Still. I’m not sure how smart it is to let one of the top contenders for that belt be the ref.”
Jill Matthews: “What? I’m sure Vanessa and Valora have chatted and that Valora can be fair. Plus, lets be real. Valora is the only one crazy enough to do it.”
Vince Walters: “....True. You won’t find many people crazier than Valora... “
With all three people inside the plane, the ramp closes and the big plane turns and begins making its way down the runway and takes off, the camera view switching inside to show Valora, Nocturnal and Colt all grabbing hold of support rails to brace themselves as the plane takes off and begins to climb. All three people have parachute packs on. Valora turns and watches the altimeter clock and as the plane levels out, she nods.
Valora: “Right! You two gringos do the world a favor and fuckin’ off each other!”
Vince Walters: “...She definitely has a unique way of starting the fight off.”
Jill Matthews: “At least we know she’s fair. She hates both men equally so...”
Colt and Nocturnal push off from their spots and charge across the cargo hold, meeting in the middle as they trade punches. Nocturnal quickly gets the advantage there, being the bigger and stronger of the two, hammering Colt with big right hands before trying for an Irish whip when the plan hits a wave of turbulence that knocks both fighters to the ground and sends Valora back into the wall of the plane near her spot, bringing misc. swearing in Spanish from the special ref.
Vince Walters: “And here we see a factor that will really make this match difficult. Turbulence. Fighting in mid-air is much more difficult than fighting on solid ground. This will really test both Colt and Nocturnal.”
Jill Matthews: “Yeah. This is a one of a kind match to be sure and the winner will definitely be able to claim that they are one of the best fighters in the world.”
Colt and Nocturnal struggle to get to their feet, Colt charging and booting Nocturnal in the face, sending the bigger man down, taking a look around for a weapon. Finding none readily available, he grabs hold of Nocturnal and charges forward, planting him face first on the cold steel floor with a bulldog. Out of instinct, Colt rolls Nocturnal over and covers him. Valora pushes off from her area and looks at Colt like he’s crazy, refusing to count.
Valora: “Hey Gringo! The door! Throw his ass out!”
Colt gets off Nocturnal, dragging Noc to his feet, but Noc counters with a punch to the gut and lifts Colt, planting him on the floor with a spinebuster that causes Colt to arch his back and writhe in pain.
Vince Walters: “You know... there’s no ring in that plane. No mats even.. you gotta figure every blow is going to take a huge toll on the fighters.”
Jill Matthews: “It certainly will. But you could make the argument that we’ll see who wants the title more. Who can fight through the pain and capture the title?”
Nocturnal drags Colt to his feet and charges, sending Colt face first into the side of the plane.. as Colt recovers, Nocturnal meets him with a headbutt and grabs one of the hand grips and ties a hand of Colt, grinning as Colt tries to free himself, Nocturnal takes the chance to pelt Colt’s exposed ribs and body with a flurry of powerful punches before moving back and running forward full speed and spearing Colt against the metal wall. Keeping his arms wrapped around Colt’s body, he nods and, seeing, the spear has freed Colt’s hand, plants Colt on the metal floor with a belly to back suplex, causing Colt to cry out in pain..
Vince Walters: “Well... we know Nocturnal is getting off on this.. probably Valora too.. sick bitch she is..”
Jill Matthews: “Valora hasn’t done anything wrong yet. She’s staying out of the way of the fighters. Colt, however, better find a way to get back into the fight otherwise he can kiss his chance to be World Champ goodbye.”
Nocturnal grabs Colt and drags him to his feet, sending him to the ramp area with an irish whip as he himself walks to the button to open the ramp and grins. Valora makes her way to the wall and grabs the grips. Nocturnal is stopped by Colt who charges and catches Nocturnal as he pushes the button. The ramp slowly lowers and both Colt and Nocturnal are forced to grab hand grips, kicking and trying to knock the other loose. Nocturnal hits the button and the ramp closes just as Colt jumps up using the hand grips as leverage and plants both feet into the face of Nocturnal, sending him toppling to the ground.
Vince Walters: “We almost had an elimination there! God... so close!”
Jill Matthews: “Its a long way down, Vince. This is how bad people in New Edge want the World Title!”
Colt makes his way over, booting Nocturnal in the ribs before dragging the bigger man to his feet and planting him with a gutwrench suplex, causing Nocturnal to growl in pain as he tries to recover. Colt jumps up and drives his elbow into Nocturnal’s chest. As Colt gets up, he sees that Nocturnal seems to be favoring his back. Giving Noc a few stomps, Colt locks in a Boston Crab on Nocturnal who cries out in pain, clawing at the floor trying to find an escape.
Vince Walters: “Boston Crab! Colt looking to weaken the back! Those parachute packs have to make every move that affects the back worse. Noc is looking for an escape but there’s none!”
Jill Matthews: “Indeed. Nocturnal certainly won’t find any mercy from Valora.”
Nocturnal begins to tap yelling for a break but Valora continues to lean against the wall. Finally another wave of turbulence hits the plane, knocking Colt off balance and Nocturnal is able to roll over and kick out of the move, holding his back, gritting his teeth in pain. Colt makes his way over and tries to drag Nocturnal to his feet, but Nocturnal counters with a blatant low blow, forcing himself to his feet, lifting Colt up and planting him with a cradle DDT.. both men lying on the floor, not moving much.
Vince Walters: “How much more can these two take?”
Jill Matthews: “Damn good question.. these two are damn near killing each other.. and Nocturnal has a match later on tonight!”
Both men lay on the floor exhausted, bleeding from the head. Valora makes her way over near the button to open the ramp, a sick smirk on her face.
Both men, seeing Valora preparing to open the ramp, force themselves to their feet, Colt tackling Nocturnal, pushing him into a stack of wooden crates face first. Nocturnal grabs a wooden box on the top of the pile and pulls it off before breaking the box over Colt’s head, bringing the man to a knee.Nocturnal pauses for a moment before planting a big boot into Colt’s face, sending the man down and stomping on him. He smirks over at Valora as he drags Colt over to the ramp and calls out for Valora to open the ramp. Valora pushes the button and the ramp and boots Colt in the ribs but Colt manages to grab a piece of the floor, finding a grip to keep himself from falling off the plane as Nocturnal turns and celebrates, ordering Valora to raise his hand.
Vince Walters: “Nocturnal thinks he’s won this match!”
Jill Matthews: “Looks like he’s about to find out that he didn’t.”
Valora smirks and points to Colt as the ramp closes after the 30 second open phase. Nocturnal turns and looks, rolling his eyes seeing Colt still in the plane and walks over, only to be taken down with a double leg takedown by Colt, who immediately takes a mounted position and begins hammering Nocturnal with punches. Nocturnal grabs Colt and headbutts the man three times, forcing Colt off of him as both men struggle to get to their feet, another wave of turbulence sending both men to the ground again where they stay for a few moments, both men trying to catch their breath before struggling to their feet where Nocturnal catches Colt and drops him back and neck first on Noc’s knee before locking in a dragon sleeper.
Vince Walters: “They’re both tired already?! What the hell?!”
Jill Matthews: “Well, first they’re fighting in a plane that’s all metal and hard surfaces. Secondly, they’re very high up. Oxygen is an issue, and every time the ramp opens in mid flight, they lose more oxygen and it takes longer to replace. If the match doesn’t end soon, they could pass out.”
Colt jumps up and nails Nocturnal with knee shots to the head in an attempt to break the dragon sleeper which he finally does, both men again collapsing to the floor, trying to catch their breath. Valora walks over to check on both men before nodding and backing off as both men fight to their feet, Colt using one of the big stacks of crates to pull himself up and finding a crowbar, turning and nailing Nocturnal in the gut with it as he gets up, doubling the man over before he cracks Nocturnal in the back with it, bringing the big man to the floor. Tossing the weapon aside, he drags Nocturnal to his feet and slamming him face first into the metal wall before grabbing the man and roaring out as he lifts Nocturnal up and plants him on the metal floor with the Olympic Slam, causing Nocturnal to arch his back in pain, writhing on the floor.
Vince Walters: “Wrong Turn! Colt hit the Wrong Turn! We could be nearing the end of the match here!”
Jill Matthews: “The momentum has really swung here! Colt could be close to winning this! We could see a new World Champion crowned!”
Colt struggles to his feet and calls out for Valora to open the ramp. Valora pushes the button and the ramp begins to lower. Colt runs and jumps, nailing Nocturnal with a dropkick as both men tumble down, but Nocturnal falls out of the plane as Colt catches himself, barely staying on, pulling himself up slowly as Valora closes the ramp!
Vince Walters: “OH MY LORD! NOCTURNAL’S BEEN THROWN OUT OF THE PLANE!
Jill Matthews: “We have a new World Champion, folks!!”
Tom Davis: “Ladies and Gentlemen... the winner and the NEW World Champion of New Edge Wrestling, COLT!!!”
The camera goes back to inside the plane where Valora raises Colt’s hand. The two exchange words and Valora turns and kicks Colt in the groin and nails him with a DDT. Valora walks over to the button and slams it, opening the ramp... As Colt recovers, Valora charges him and tackles him, the two rolling down the ramp and falling out of the airplane, the cameras catching Valora and Colt hammering each other with punches as they fall and the ramp slowly closes...
Vince Walters: “The crazy bitch... she just attacked the new World Champ!”
Jill Matthews: “Hey now.. he may have provoked her... either way, I think its fair to say Valora is looking to get a shot at the World Title sooner rather than later.” NEW WORLD TITLE SKY DIVING MATCH Type1 vs 1 Length20 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating40% Crowd Reaction51% Overall Rating46% VS Vince Walters: Well, this next match should be nothing short of a blood bath!
Jill Matthews: That’s right, Vince. Jesse Styles goes one on one with Mason Stockholm in an Unsanctioned Match! Off the books, anything goes, do whatever you want to your opponent and vice versa!
Vince Walters: Hey, if Mason wants to be amongst the elite here in NEW, this will be a good test for him!
Jill Matthews: According to what Jesse had to say, Mason isn’t good enough to hang with the big boys. But Stockholm had a pretty strong message to send to the owner of New Edge himself!
Vince hold his index finger up to his ear, as if he’s receiving intel from an unknown source.
Vince Walters: I’m being told that as we speak Mason is looking for Jesse Styles in the backstage area!
Jill Matthews: Can we get a camera back there?!
Almost like her request was honored, our view switches to one of the backstage area as we see Mason Stockholm. A look of fiery determination on his face. Clad in his wrestling tights and sporting a black tee that reads “See you when I see you..” on the front of it. He continues to look for Jesse, but the search doesn’t last long. Styles jumps out from behind Mason, catching him off guard as he starts clubbing him in the back which makes his opponent stumble forward. Jesse continues the assault by throwing in a few boots to Mason’s back as Stockholm tries to fight through it and get back to his feet. Before he can stand all the way up, we hear the sickening thud of a chair shot, which had struck Mason in the small of his back. It was one Jesse had grabbed just before his opponent could get to his feet. Jesse now stands over Mason, a sadistic grin playing on his face.
Jesse Styles: You wanna be the man?! You wanna be a big shot, you son of a bitch!?
THUD! He strikes him again with the chair. THUD! And again. THUD! And a third time! Jesse throws the now deformed chair off to the side and picks Mason up by the head, walking him down the hallway as they come to a craft service table, which is lined with various eats. He lets Mason fall to the concrete as he brushes all the food right off the table, much to the dismay of those backstage. Jesse laughs at them.
Jesse Styles: You want food?! Hit the concession stands you cheap bastards!
He picks up Mason and lays him on the table, belly up. Jesse scans the area, looking for higher ground to get to. He finds it to his right. A couple of speakers that were going to be used for the event, but were both defective. Jesse climbs up on top of them and looks down at Mason.
Jesse Styles: You’re nothing but a curtain jerking scrub!
Jesse leaps off the table, but Mason had been playing possum. He rolls off as Jesse crashes through the table. The entire arena pops in response. Mason sifts through the debris and pulls Jesse out, now kicking him in the ribs with each shot sounding like gunfire. The crowd going ‘Ohh’ each time his boot makes contact with Jesse. Afterwards, Mason gets Jesse back to a vertical base and grabs the owner of New Edge by the throat, slamming him into a nearby wall. Jesse tries to break free but can’t due to how he’s positioned.
Mason Stockholm: Real tough, aren’t you, Jesse? Attacking me from behind and all.
He wraps both arms around Jesse’s neck and begins to wail away on him with brutal knee strikes to the midsection. Clear signs that he’s been schooled in the art of Muay Thai. Jesse tries to defend against the barrage but has trouble timing the strikes. Mason grabs Jesse by his shirt and flings him out of view as a loud ruckus is heard. The angle of the camera changes as we see that Jesse has crashed into a table that had several monitors on it. Mason picks up one and looks at it, taking his eye off Styles momentarily.
Mason Stockholm: Wow, low quality? Reminds me of your Wrestling ability, old man!
He goes to turn around, but Jesse is already on his feet. He drills Mason square in the teeth with a right haymaker, which dazes his opponent. The two start exchanging lefts and rights as they continue to progress down the stretching corridor. Mason goes for a European uppercut, but Jesse counters it by backing up just enough so that Stockholm can’t connect. He kicks Stockholm in the ass to send him forward a couple feet, but Mason isn’t amused. He comes roaring back, only to be met by a nasty low blow from Styles ala the punt kick. This forces Mason to the floor again, holding his jewels while Jesse soaks in the eruption of boos from the crowd at ringside. He puts both arms up, thoroughly enjoying the response he’s getting. Jesse walks over to a table and picks up another steel chair that was set up behind it. He turns only to be introduced to Mason Stockholm’s “Bang Bang”, a variation of the Brogue Kick. The attack also sends the steel chair right into the face of Jesse, who is knocked for a loop. The fans burst into cheers.
Jill Matthews: WHAT A KICK BY MASON STOCKHOLM!
Vince Walters: He might have knocked Jesse into next week with that one, Jill! But look, Mason’s still favoring his mangos!
Jill Matthews: Mangos, Vince?
Vince Walters: What would you prefer? Gonads, nards, or maybe we kick it old school and just say.. BAWLS?!
Jill Matthews: Oh God, just shut up already.
Stockholm walks over to a downed Jesse and starts stomping away. He grabs a nearby trash can and pours its contents all over the owner of New Edge. This does nothing but piss off Jesse Styles, who kicks Mason where the sun don’t shine again. He quickly gets to his feet and starts beating the ever loving crap out of his opponent. Punches galore. All the while, screaming at him.
Jesse Styles: You pissant! What makes you think you can dump trash on me!? You stupid bastard! I’m Jesse -motherfuckin’- Styles!!
After several more punches, Jesse slingshots Mason who runs right into the front counter of a schnitzel stand and hunches over it. As Mason is trying to catch his wind, Jesse jumps behind the counter and puts on an apron as well as oven mits. In addition to this, he adds a chef's hat to complete the outfit. He grabs a cooking sheet with freshly baked schnitzel on it and smacks Mason over the back of the head.
Jesse Styles: You want a schnitzel, Mason? Or how about I pay one of those weird Euro ravers to come over and shove their uncircumcised penis in your mouth?! Because you’re nothing but a bitch!
He grabs a second sheet, hot from the oven, but this time he presses it against Mason’s back as Stockholm struggles to get it off him. Finally, Jesse lets up as Mason stumbles backwards, now clutching his back. He turns away and falls to a knee. After removing his cooking gear, Jesse jumps out from behind the counter and gives pursuit. He starts to nonchalantly kick Mason forward, who’s still trying to shake the pain from that scalding hot cooking sheet. Jesse picks Mason up as they make their way further down the hallway with the entrance to the ringside area now in plain sight. Styles grabs a ladder that had been leaning against the wall and just lets it fall over, right onto Mason’s back. The impact causes Mason to tense up. Now, with ladder on top of Mason, Jesse gets on top of it. Standing with each foot on a rung in the middle, Styles is putting all his weight and the weight of the ladder on Mason.
Jesse Styles: This is what it feels like to be the best, Mason! To be one of the big dogs! Pressure like this falls on your shoulders everyday! And you can’t fuckin’ handle it!
Jesse removes the ladder from his downed opponent and goes to pick him up, but Mason has had enough. As he reaches his feet, Stockholm clobbers Jesse with a Ura-nage which he calls “You’re Slippin”, right onto the ladder. Jesse’s head bounces off the ladder like a basketball!
Vince Walters: You’re Slippin! Right onto the ladder!!! Man, did you see Jesse’s head bounce off that steel? There’s a concussion if I ever saw one!
Jill Matthews: That’s one way to use your surroundings, what a move by Stockholm! And Jesse is out of it right now!
Jesse rolls off the ladder with his head busted wide open in the back. Mason grins at Jesse then mounts him and starts pounding the shit right out of him from behind. After a few more strikes, Mason dismounts Jesse, as a pool a blood is now forming near his head. He’s conscious, but his eyes are glazed over. With Jesse now on the floor, trying to shake out the cobwebs, Mason takes a Mauy Thai stance. He starts hammering Styles with kick after kick to several points of his body. Once more, each strike resembling the sound of a twelve gauge. Finally, Stockholm picks Jesse up and grabs him around the back of the neck. He starts to casually strut down the hallway, a dazed Jesse right behind him. They end up near black curtains as Mason punches Jesse a few more times before going through them.
Vince Walters: All right, front row seats, Jill!
Jill Matthews: Looks like they’re making their way to the ringside area!
Along their way down to the ring, Mason tosses Jesse into the guardrail on each side all the way down to the ring. Fans are patting him on the back, and the crowd in general is cheering him on. He then rolls Jesse under the ropes and starts to look underneath the ring. He pulls out two tables, both of which are glass tables, a signature of Jesse Styles, along with some barbed wire.
Vince Walters: And shit just got real.
Jill Matthews: Fans, it’s about to get bloody.
Mason tosses the barbed wire over the top rope, and it just misses Jesse. He also slides one of the glass tables into the ring. Mason quickly gets into the ring and stomps Jesse a couple times, to keep him down. He props the glass table up in the far corner and goes to pick Jesse up. Mason attempts an irish whip, but Jesse counters it. However, he holds onto Mason then pulls him forward. Jesse hooks Mason up and slams him into the table with a RELEASE T-BONE SUPLEX as the crowd chants "Holy shit! Holy shit!"
Jill Matthews: OH MY GOD!! RELEASE T-BONE SUPLEX THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE!!!
Vince Walters: HOLY SHIT! Mason’s neck is broken! I guarantee it, Jill!!!
Jesse drapes an arm over Mason as the ref who had been following them drops to his knees to make the cover.
1.....
2.....
KICKOUT!!
Jill Matthews: HOW DID HE KICK OUT?!
Mason is busted open, as is Jesse. Both men are lying in the ring, trying to come to their senses. The ref stares at them but doesn’t really know what to do at this point.
Jill Matthews: This is an unsanctioned match for a reason, Vince! There’s only two ways to win, pinfall or submission! The ref can’t stop this otherwise!
Vince Walters: This is a massacre! These guys are going to beat each other into retirement!
Jill Matthews: Just goes to show you how far they’re willing to go, Vince. Just to illustrate their point.
Jesse is back to his feet first as he stomps Mason a few times then walks over and grabs the barbed wire from the ring floor. He drags Mason to the ropes and positions him belly down so that his throat is on the bottom rope. Jesse starts to wrap Mason’s forehead with the barb wire as blood starts to run down and through Jesse’s fingers. The crowd boos loudly. He continues to carve Stockholm’s head up, while Mason kicks his feet, struggling to break free. Jesse stops after a few more seconds, as he gets off Mason. His opponent now off the ropes but holding his head which is oozing blood and going all over the canvas. Jesse gets on top of him a second time after showboating to the crowd. He starts screaming in Mason’s face and goes for a punch, but Stockholm blocks it. He goes for a second, but Mason grabs Styles by his arm and rolls him over, now putting Stockholm on top of Jesse.
Vince walters: Oh shit..
Mason starts to pummel Jesse with vicious MMA like strikes right to the face through his guard. He dismounts and rolls outside the ring, his eyes locked on the glass table that lies ominously on the floor. Mason slides it into the ring and follows shortly after, but Jesse is up. Stockholm leaves the table and ducks just in time to avoid a Hype Kick from the owner of New Edge. As Jesse turns around, Mason connects with a huge spear, and he immediately jumps back on top of Styles, pounding him into the mat some more.
Jill Matthews: Those strikes from Mason are no joke!
Vince Walters: He’s going to kill Jesse’s if this keeps up!
Stockholm rolls off Styles, who’s in a world of hurt, and gets back to his feet. He now grabs the barbed wire and starts to wrap it around Jesse, from the waist all the way up to his chest. All the while, Jesse screaming out in obvious pain. After he’s completely wrapped Jesse with all the barbed wire, Mason rolls out of the ring once more. He grabs a steel chair from under the ring and gets in. Just as Jesse is getting up, Mason swings the chair like Babe Ruth would swing a bat and hits Jesse right where the barbed wire is on his flesh, causing it to penetrate further into his skin. He hits him several more times as with each impact, the crowd goes ape shit.
Vince Walters: Oh my damned God, Jill!
Jill Matthews: He’s using the leverage of those chair shots to drive the barbed wire in deeper! This is getting out of hand! Jesse is going to have one hell of a medical bill after this! He may just become disfigured, Vince!
Vince Walters: That’s okay. He’s got a damn good plastic surgeon, babe.
Jill Matthews: Shut the hell up..
Mason backs off for a second, examining the damage he has caused. He suddenly locks Jesse into his finisher, better known as “Stockholm Syndrome”.
Jill Matthews: There’s that crippler crossface, Vince! This could be it!
Vince Walters: Yeah but look at Jesse! He’s covered in blood and clad in barbed wire, but he refuses to tap!!
Jill Matthews: Not only that, but Jesse's own weight is causing that barbed wire to go even deeper into his flesh!
The ref continuously checks on Jesse, who shakes his head, refusing to submit. Mason wrenches back farther, Jesse screams as blood trickles down his forehead from the earlier chair shots.
Vince Walters: Give up boss! It’s not worth your life!!
Jill Matthews: He still won’t tap out! No rope breaks either, so the only way to survive is to counter it or wait until Mason breaks the hold!!!
Growing tired of Jesse’s stubbornness, Mason finally releases the hold and goes over to grab the steel chair, which had been bent from it’s previous exchange with Jesse’s body. He turns to Jesse, mouthing off the words “Get up, motherfucker!” while patting the steel chair. Jesse is up to one knee, but the damage has been done. His body is pretty much lined with barb wire, bloodied from head to toe. Mason goes to swing but OUT OF NOWHERE JESSE HYPE KICKS THE CHAIR INTO HIS FACE!
Vince Walters: HYPE KICK INTO THE CHAIR!! That smacked Mason right in the jaw! He could be out cold!!!
Jill Matthews: There’s still some fight left in the Owner after all!!
Vince Walters: They do say turnabout is fair play!! That’s revenge for what Mason did to Jesse earlier in the match, Jill!
Jesse is on wounded knee as his opponent is pretty much out of it, laying on the canvas. Blood soaks the canvas all around them. Both men are in overwhelming pain from the battle they’ve had up to this point. Jesse somehow finds the strength to get to both feet, now looming over his foe. Jesse sets up the glass table in the middle of the ring and then grabs Mason. He picks him up and lays him on the table, belly up.
Jill Matthews: What’s Jesse got in mind now?
Vince walters: Wait! Did he just...grin?!
Jill Matthews: The crazy bastard is smiling, Vince! What is he thinking?!
Vince Walters: Maybe all those years of hanging out with that sadistic fuck Hazard finally rubbed off on him?
Jesse, smiling from ear to ear, takes one final glance at Mason, who shows no signs of consciousness. He limps over to the corner and starts to gradually ascend the top rope.
Vince Walters: Think RATIONALLY! AT LEAST RIP THE BARBED WIRE OUT FIRST, BOSS!
Jill Matthews: He’s not going to do what I think he is...IS HE?!
Jesse now perched atop the turnbuckle takes a couple of deep breaths and then leaps off. DEATH FROM ABOVE THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE TO MASON!!! THE CROWD GOES INTO A FRENZY OF "HOLY SHIT!" CHANTS!!
Jill Matthews: OH MY GOD!!!
Vince Walters: Death from Above through the glass table!!! And JESSE WAS WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE, JILL!!!
Jesse, in another world right now, just lays on top of Mason. Neither man showing any signs of life, period.
1.....
2.....
3.....!!!!!
Jill Matthews: Jesse Styles wins!!
Vince Walters: Woot, bossman did it!!
Jill Matthews: But let’s not take anything away from Mason! That kid brought one hell of a fight to the owner of New Edge!!
Tom Davis: The winner of this match via pinfall, The Owner of New Edge Wrestling and the leader of the Styles Mafia, JESSE STYLES!!!
Jesse’s hand is raised as “Hurt” by Johnny Cash hits the speakers, but he’s still out of it. Both men are, in fact. Paramedics rush down the aisle and get into the ring, tending to them. As they’re both being wheeled out on stretchers, the crowd is on their feet, cheering them on for the war they just had just witnessed.
Jill Matthews: That was one of the most barbaric matches I have ever witnessed, Vince!
Vince Walters: Tonight is going to get EVEN BETTER! AND EVEN MORE BARBARIC, JILL! Up next is the STABLES TITLE MATCH!
The feed cuts a commercial break as we last see Jesse and Mason disappear behind the curtains, each being wheeled out by the EMT's. UNSANCTIONED MATCH Type1 vs 1 Length14 min. WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating34% Crowd Reaction42% Overall Rating38% BATTLE ROYAL PARTICIPANTS
As we come back from a brief NEW.com ad we see the large structure known as the NEW WAR GAMES CAGE coming down from the rafters and the fans cheer knowing what time it is. This cage is not your normal cage for it has a fenced top on it and is two times the size of a normal fenced cage and about five feet taller. The War Games cage lowers all the way and now the camera's cut to Jill and Vince.
Jill Mathews: What a show World War X has been I mean just wow and we thought Tension in Texas our last pay per view was so epic this one ranks right up there with it. However the night is not over we have just one small little match left to take care of and it is by the way the main event of the evening.
Vince Walters: One small little match? Are you insane woman? This is WAR GAMES! Once a year baby it's madness, destruction, chaos and just a pure joy to watch. It's all about the NEW stable titles which the three stable belts are sitting over there on time keepers table.
Jill Mathews: I was you know joking around Vince. I realize exactly how huge this match is and what's on the line. I mean this isn't just about the stable titles ether for the person who gets final pin or submission gets a world title shot at our next ppv Kamikaze let us not forget that.
Vince Walters: Well I guess you're not a total idiot after all.
Jill Mathews: Gee thanks. But, there are four teams of three in this stable match and two men from a different stable will start it off picked at random and then the first round of entries from other two teams will come out every five minutes till the first four are in the ring.
Vince Walters: Then for the second round of four Jill we go down to every three minutes and the final round of entrys we go down to every two minutes so later in this match the speed of people coming out could pick up drastically.
Jill Mathews: This match is going to put people in the hospital I have no doubts.
Vince Walters: Most main events in NEW do but this match oh yeah no doubt about that.
Jill Mathews: I sure hope the children in attendance and at home that watch our program turn there heads for this match.
Vince Walters: Jill where beyond rated R the kids shouldn't be watching it in the first place.
Jill Mathews: We have good clean wrestling matches sometimes.
Vince Walters: Whatever you need to tell your self Jill.
Jill Mathews: God you frustrate me but let's go to Tom Davis and find out what two members of the four teams will be starting this war games match out which by the way is elimination rules too.
Tom Davis: The following is for the NEW STABLE TITLES and for a shot at the NEW WORLD TITLE AT KAMIKAZE!!! Now let's find out who will be the first two entrants in this War Games Elimination stables match!! First making his way to the ring he is "THE MONSTER" HAZARD!!!
The arena lights dim to such a degree that it's nearly pitch black in the arena. Suddenly, a sole red spotlight shines down at the ringside area and slowly ascends up to the entrance ramp as Bolt Thrower's "4th Crusade" begins over the speakers. A few moments pass as up on the big screen, the question "Do you fear Death?" burns into the picture. Following this, the spotlight starts to pulsate just in front of the curtains as Hazard slowly steps out, soaking in a massive chorus of boos from the audience. He doesn't react to it at all, but instead, cracks his neck and then his knuckles before walking down the aisle. Spaz just a couple feet behind him.
The entire duration of the walk, the pulsating light continues to follow them both down to the ringside as they make their way into the ring. Afterwards, the crimson red light expands throughout the entire arena as Hazard is now in the middle of the cage. His jet black hair blocking his facial expression to the roaring crowd and their boos. The lights turn back to normal once more as Haz can be seen cracking each of his knuckles individually while Spaz lies on the top rope, his legs sprawled out in a rather awkward position only made worse by the fact that his loin cloth is a wee bit too small.
"4th Crusade" by Bolt Thrower finally ends but the boos do not as Hazard stands there, without a hint of emotion or reaction to what's going on. Only wanting to hear the sound of the bell so he can turn the ring into his battlefield.
Jill Mathews: Oh my goodness the biggest man in the match is going to be starting this thing out.
Vince Walters: Not man Jill nope the word is MONSTER and he represents Styles Mafia baby!
Jill Mathews: Thanks for the correction there.
Tom Davis: And, now introducing the second entry into this match he is "THE SOUTHERN SEXY SYMBOL" RYAN PUGH!!!!
END OF HEARTACHE BY KILL SWITCH ENGAGE hits over the speakers and out walks the former multiple time NEW World Champion him self Ryan Pugh out onto the stage. The fans give him a pretty big reaction and Pugh looks down at Hazard who has his arms crossed and is standing his ground in the middle of the ring inside the cage. Spaz is standing in front of Hazard with his arms crossed acting like he's there to fight as well. Pugh's eyes remain locked on Hazard as he walks down the stage through the cage door and then up the ring steps and into the ring.
Jill Michaels: The second biggest man in the match will be starting this out with Hazard representing the Kliq.
Vince Walters: God I hate Ryan Pugh with this huge passion that not even I can describe.
Jill Mathews: Over the last five years you have went from hating, to loving, to hating, to loving and then back to hating this man!
Vince Walters: Well all that matters right now is I HATE HIM!
DING!!!
Hazard points for Spaz to leave he actually pouts a bit and doesn't wanna leave until Hazard literally shoves him across the ring and Spaz falls over the top rope landing on the outside mat. He then crawls out of the war games cage crawling through the open door and slowly walks up the stage with his head down looking sad. Pugh watches him leave laughing a bit but that's interrupted quickly with Hazard turning Pugh around nose to nose with him. Pugh mouths off to him and Hazard just stands there glaring at him. Pugh takes the first shot with a hard right hand to the face of Hazard not even phasing him! Hazard strikes back with a hard left hand not phasing Pugh! Oh the battle is on as the two men begin slugging it out back and fourth nether big man giving one single inch and nether seeming to phased by the slug fest. Pugh actually after a few minutes of this pace seems to tire down a bit and Hazard takes advantage grabbing a hold of Pugh lifting him up and dropping him with a ring rocking SIDE SLAM!!! Hazard snarls at the downed Pugh and Ryan quickly sits up knowing being down on the mat with Hazard standing over you is a very bad idea. Ryan gets to his feet and Hazard grabs Pugh again after driving his right knee into Pugh's gut dropping Pugh to the mat once more with a snap scoop slam! Pugh is down once more and this time Hazard doesn't make it so easy for him to get up he drops a huge elbow right to the HEART OF RYAN PUGH!!! Ryan is now clutching at his chest badly everyone knows the history of Pugh's heart issues from a few years ago and it's clear Hazard hasn't forgotten as he now STOMPS RIGHT ON THE CHEST area of Pugh with the huge left boot of his. Hazard now actually bounces off the ropes doing a little running and goes for a leaping elbow drop but NO!!!! Pugh rolled out of the way and Hazard lands hard on his elbow due to the force he had behind it. Hazard slowly rises back to his feet as Pugh uses the ring ropes to rise to his feet and as Hazard walks towards Pugh WHAM!!! Pugh nails Hazard with his classic pump kick and it does KNOCK HAZARD TO THE MAT!!! Pugh who grasps at his heart a little more catches some wind then a pissed off look comes across his face. You can hear him mouth the words "Mother fucker." Pugh now begins to stomp the ever living crap out of the downed Hazard vicious stomps one after another! Hazard rolls around the ring and is now near the ring ropes. He begins to pull him self to his feet and Pugh punches him in his right kidney then his left kidney all the while Hazard is pulling him self to his feet. Pugh takes a number of steps back now and waits for Hazard to turn around. Once Hazard turns around SUPER KNEE!!!!NO!!!!NO!! Hazard ducked under it somehow and Pugh now has to turn around after catching his balance. He turns around to a VICIOUS HEAD BUTT between Pugh's eyes and this causes Pugh to almost fall to the ground but somehow he manages to maintain his balance and he NAILS HAZARD with his own Vicious HEAD BUTT right between the eyes of Hazard. As both men try to hold there balance it doesn't last they both fall to the mat!!!
Jill Mathews: My god these two huge men are just trying to destroy each other in front of our very eyes its insane.
Vince Walters: Hazard has Pugh's number I can promise you that because remember he's the monster.
Jill Mathews: Oh many men in this match could be considered monsters in there own right including Pugh.
Vince Walters: Sometimes Jill.....
**BUZZ**
Wanted Man by Rev Theory hits over the speakers and out runs Patrick Jones to the War Games Cage showing no fear running straight for the cage door as the ref outside the cage opens the door for him and PJ runs right in sliding into the ring.
Vince Walters: See this is a good sized guy right here about six foot three but uh his two opponents that are down on the mat tower over him by far.
Jill Mathews: Yeah but PJ has allot of heart and he's going to show that in this match I think.
Vince Walters: Heart will only take you so far in this match and look at PJ he just dropped a running leg drop across the throat of the downed Ryan Pugh. Smart man I wouldn't wanna mess with a downed Hazard ether WAIT A MINUTE!
Jill Mathews: And, PJ just dropped a running leg drop across the throat of Hazard as well.
Vince Watlers: Death wish all I have to say.
Hazard and Ryan Pugh both begin to rise to there feet as Patrick gets a nice response from the crowd showing his guts as he waits for the first one to get to his feet and it's Hazard! PJ goes for it all!!! ZONED OUT!!!! HE NAILS HAZARD IN HIS CHEST WITH IT!! Hazard loses his balance and falls through the middle rope to the outside!! PJ turns around and see's Pugh getting to his feet he runs at Pugh and hits a leaping elbow smash to the forehead of Pugh which knocks him to one knee. PJ quickly bounces off the ropes and drops Pugh on his back with a double front kick to the chest area of Pugh. PJ see's that one man is down on the outside and the other is down in the ring. He climbs out onto the apron and up to the top turnbuckle LEAPING OFF DIVING ELBOW DROP TO THE HEART OF RYAN PUGH!!!! Pugh again clutches at his heart area in some serious pain and PJ makes the pin attempt!!! ONE......TWO.....NO!!!! Pugh kicks out with authority!!!PJ got press slammed off of Pugh and to the mat. PJ gets back to his feet as Ryan is getting back to his feet and PJ doesn't notice that behind him stands Hazard who turns PJ around 13TH FLOOR!!!!!! SIT DOWN CHOKE SLAM!!!! GOOD NIGHT PJ!!!! The ring shook from the impact and Hazard makes the pin. ONE......TWO....THREE!!!!! NO!!! NO!! PUGH pulled Hazard off PJ irish whipping the big man into a corner turnbuckle and now PUGH COVERS PJ!!! ONE....TWO....NO!!! Hazard ran over and dropped a leaping knee into the middle of Pugh's back breaking the pin up just as Pugh had done to him. Apparently nether man wants to allow the other the right to eliminate PJ. You see Pugh rise to his feet holding his middle back a little bit and then Hazard nails him with a very hard left hand but Pugh comes back with a very hard right hand. They begin to slug it out again as PJ somehow is getting to his feet and he seems a little off balance but see's the two big men slugging it out and he see's his opening. PJ chop blocks Ryan Pughs leg out from under him knocking Pugh to the mat. Hazard looks at PJ who stands up and well Hazard just crosses his arms shaking his head basically to say bad move. Hazard grabs a hold of PJ into a bear hug but PJ head butts Hazard a good seven times causing Hazard to release his bear hug type squeeze and PJ falls to the mat from making impact with the massive forehead of Hazard so many times. Pugh is to his feet now and he grabs PJ bringing him back to his feet lifting PJ up INSANE CUTTER!!! PJ is down!!! Pugh turns towards PJ possibly thinking about making a pin but Hazard LEVELS PUGH WITH HIS HALF PAST DEAD!!! PUGH IS DOWN AND MIGHT BE OUT!!!! Hazard now steps over Pugh not making a pin attempt for some reason and bringing PJ to his feet he tosses PJ into one of the corner turnbuckles and begins to just beat the crap out of him with chops, punches and some knee's. Hazard backs up a few feet here comes a running SPLASH!!! NO!!!! PJ moved out of the way!! Hazard hit his chest on the top turnbuckle and PJ nails a series of roundhouse kicks to the middle and upper back of Hazard then as Hazard turns around PJ drops him with a drop toe hold as Hazard was still a bit off balance from the series of round house kicks. Pugh and Hazard are both down and PJ now is about to make his way back up to the top turnbuckle again!
Jill Mathews: HEART! Right there Vince you see that's what I was talking about.
Vince Walters: Oh for god sakes woman it still wont take him far enough.
Jill Mathews: Just saying don't doubt heart.
**BUZZ**
"GOD'S GONNA CUT YOU DOWN by Johnny Cash hits over the speakers and out runs Father Nathan representing Unstable!! The fourth entry in the match."
Vince Walters: Speaking about change of heart....
Jill Mathews: Here comes a man who well isn't the exact Father Nathan we saw two weeks ago in the ring.
Vince Walters: Well he's a inch taller then PJ but the man is build a little different.
Jill Mathews: That makes very little since.
Vince Walters: That's because you are a blond.
Father Nathan enters the cage and then the ring and he see's PJ dropping elbow drops on the downed Hazard Father quickly turns PJ around grabbing a hold of him BRAIN BUSTER!!!! Huge Impact right there and Father Nathan looks over at Ryan Pugh getting to his feet he walks right up to Pugh and strikes away at him there's some balls for you. Pugh strikes back knocking Father Nathan back some but Father kicks at Pugh's right knee then at his left knee and then again at his right knee knocking Pugh down to one knee and Father drives his right knee into the forehead of PUGH!! Ryan drops to the mat and is now busted open! Father grabs a hold of Pugh's legs and he's trying to PUT A SHARPSHOOTER ON PUGH!!! He's trying to turn the massive man but Pugh uses his leg power to muscle out of it and Nathan goes flying to the mat. He is quick to get up though as he see's that Hazard has risen to his feet and he hits a drop kick to the chest of Hazard knocking Hazard over the top rope to the outside. Hazard looks pissed now! He reaches under the ropes and pulls Father Nathan outside the ring grabbing him by the back of his neck and slamming his face into the cage fence SIX TIMES!!! Now he begins to rub Nathans face against the cage over and over again and he then releases Father Nathan who turns around and drives his thumb into the right eye of Hazard. Father drops to one knee obviously hurting from the assault by Hazard but he managed to get the big man off him for a moment as Hazard is holding his eye. Patrick Jones is to his feet and SUICIDE DIVE OVER THE TOP ROPE ONTO HAZARD NO HAZARD stepped out of the way and Patrick rammed forehead first into the cage fence!! Ryan Pugh has now stepped over the top turnbuckle and is standing on the ring apron RUNNING PUMP KICK OFF THE RING APRON TO THE FACE OF HAZARD!!!! Hazard is down!!! Father Nathan has picked up the top portion of the steel ring steps while that went down and is waiting for Pugh to turn around WHAM!!! Father Nathan drives the ring steps into the chest of PUGH!!! Down goes Pugh!!! Nathan now holds the steps high in the air and drops releases them onto the body of the downed Pugh!!! Patrick slowly rises to his feet while all of this is going on and back body drops Father Nathan down onto the outside ring mat. Patrick is once again the only man standing at this moment in time! Patrick looks around and see's the ring steps laid next to Ryan Pugh he grabs them placing them over Hazard's FACE!!!! Patrick now leaps up onto the ring apron and LEAPS OFF STOMPING ON THE STEEL RING STEPS THAT WHERE OVER THE FACE OF HAZARD!!! Father Nathan is back up again and he grabs PJ tossing him back into the ring and rolls back in him self. As PJ gets to his feet Father Nathan grabs him belly to belly suplexing him half way across the ring some major height on that one. Now Father Nathan is looking to lock in what he wanted to lock in on Pugh and HE HAS THE SHARPSHOOTER LOCKED IN ON PATRICK JONES!!!!
Jill Mathews: MY god the brutality if Hazard gets up from what just took place I do not wanna be any man and same can be said for if Pugh gets up. But, right now we could be on the verge of our first elimination Father Nathan has the sharpshooter locked in real good and Ref Jim Floss is asking PJ.
Vince Walters: PJ is shaking his head no and I guarantee you that Hazard will get back up and well sadly so will that asshole Ryan Pugh.
Jill Mathews: Such hate but back in the ring PJ is still saying no he won't give up to the ref.
**BUZZ**
"Across the line by Linkin Park Plays and out runs Kody Gordert!!!!"
Jill Mathews: Remember now that we are into the second wave of entries the time has decreased to three minutes per entry and here comes Patricks stable partner maybe just in time.
Vince Walters: He best run his ass off Patrick is ready to tap out!
Jill Mathews: Kody is in the cage and now in the ring he's running towards Father Nathan a running boot right to the face of Father Nathan! This breaks the hold up and Father Nathan falls off to his side. PJ is holding his right knee in some pain on the mat as Kody brings Father Nathan to his feet hitting a round house kick to the face of Father Nathan dropping him to one knee.
Vince Walters: Kody has had a rough night tonight already losing the Young Blood title but now he has a chance to redeem his night however it's going to be very hard due to the fact he is the smallest guy in this match and so help me Jill if you mention heart to me I will well I don't know what I'll do!
Jill Mathews: Hey I'm just paying attention to the action right now and uh oh.
Vince Walters: UH OH IS RIGHT!! Hazard just tossed the steps off his face and is busted open! He is sitting up and now lifting the steps up high in the air he tosses them over the top rope and MY GOD THEY HIT FATHER NATHAN RIGHT IN THE RIGHT SIDE OF HIS BODY JUST AS HE HAD GOTTEN FULLY TO HIS FEET!! MY GOD WHAT BRUTALITY and I LOVE IT!
Jill Mathews: That is one powerful person right there.
Father Nathan is down holding the side of his body in some serious pain as Kody watches as Hazard climbs up onto the ring apron but quickly gets pulled back down due to the fact RYAN PUGH is back up to his feet and these two men are fighting it out on the outside of the ring once again! Kody turns around helping Patrick up they both look at each other and shrug. They now walk to opposite corner turnbuckles leaping up and taking aim KODY LEAPS OFF DOWN ONTO PUGH AND PATRICK LEAPS OFF DOWN ONTO HAZARD!!! The two got some serious hang time and it actually sent all four men down to the mat! Jim Floss is in the ring asking Father Nathan if he wants to just forfeit his spot in the match due to obvious broken ribs and who knows what other damage was done to that side of his body but Nathan let's out a painful no as he tries to pull him self to his feet. But fails at first attempt and back outside the ring Hazard and Pugh both are up so are Kody and Patrick. Kody gets some shots in on Pugh right to his gut a series of punches and Pugh is a bit weaker compared to earlier so he is feeling the shots but he shoves Kody back and goes for a running closeline but Kody ducks under it using his speed and as Pugh turns around Kody drop kicks the right knee out from under Pugh and Pugh falls to his back. Now Kody leaps up onto the ring apron and up onto the top turnbuckle KODIAK PLUNGE!!!! HE NAILS IT DOWN ONTO RYAN PUGH!!!!! The fans gasp holy shit a little!!! Hazard has just tossed Patrick Jones back first into the cage fence down the way from Pugh and Kody and is now just bashing the hell out of him nothing but pure anger coming out of the man. Patricks lip is busted open and bleeding as he tries to fight back with some shots of his own but Hazard is just taken control and PJ falls to his ass while leaning against the cage fence.
Jill Mathews: That man needs a shrink I am serious.
Vince Walters: Look Jill just because you see a shrink doesn't mean we all do.
Jill Mathews: I disagree it's very helpful.
**BUZZ** ??4:19 GOT A MINUTE?? Flashes over the screen and Cold by Crossfade plays out runs LA JOHNNY STYLEZ part of team kliq!
Jill Mathews: Oh joy this scum bag filth of the earth bastard.
Vince Walters: As always Jill is on the Johnny Stylez fan club.
Jill Mathews: He makes me sick! If he wins this I swear if he gets the last pin or submission I will go back to porn!
Vince Walters: Wow I am suddenly feeling the urge to root for Johnny.
Jill Mathews: Zip it Walters!
Vince Walters: We could do some porn right here just saying.
Jill Mathews:........
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Mar 12, 2013 14:42:26 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2013 14:42:26 GMT -5
Johnny enters the cage as see's Kody getting to his feet and BITCH SLAP he bitch slaps Kody knocking Kody around in a circle and SNAP DDT onto the outside mat! Johnny isn't done he brings Kody to his feet who looks a bit out of it obviously and drags him near the bottom part of the ring steps XFACTOR ONTO THE BOTTOM HALF OF THE STEEL STEPS!!! Johnny smiles that cocky smile of his as he stands up surveying the area. Back on the other side of the cage PJ is a complete mess down on his ass against the cage and Hazard now steps back a few steps and nails a modified MAFIA KICK!!! Right to the nose of PJ!!!! Blood is now running from the nose of PJ and is possibly broken! PJ looks out of it as he leans back against the cage fence. Hazard now turns looking around the area as well and see's inside the ring Father Nathan getting up to his feet but then his eyes lock onto Ryan Pugh down the way from him who is also getting back up. Hazard slowly makes his way towards Pugh while Johnny Stylez rolls into the ring and see's Father Nathan still struggling to hold him self up Johnny sneaks up behind him with a smile on his face LOW BLOW TO FATHER NATHAN!!! Father drops to the mat in even more pain now and Johnny begins to drop some boots to the body of Nathan seeming to be having a grand old time but somehow Kody Gordert is rolling him self back in the ring and comes up behind Johnny GERMAN SUPLEXING HIM ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!!! Kody is down, Johnny is down, Father Nathan is down in the ring. Now outside the ring PJ is well out of it currently and we have a war raging once again between Pugh and Hazard fists a flying. These two men once again not backing down and HAZARD SPEARS PUGH THROUGH THE CELL DOOR!!!!!! THE DOOR LITERALLY CAME OFF IT'S HINGES!! Both Hazard and Pugh are down outside the cage. While in the ring Father Nathan has risen to his feet and rolled outside the ring he looks just freaking mad as he reaches under the ring grabbing two steel chairs tossing them in the ring, a steel trash can, a sledge hammer and he shoves two tables into the ring while setting one up outside the ring! Father Nathan now rolls back into the ring as Kody is about to get to his feet and so is Johnny. Nathan picks the chair up tossing it into the arms of Kody and DROP KICKING THE CHAIR INTO KODY'S FACE!!! Johnny is to his feet and oh my he grabbed the sledge hammer!!! Johnny takes the sledge hammer and drives it into the gut of Father Nathan!!! Nathan goes down to his knee's and waves for more!!! Johnny says no problem and DRIVES THE SLEDGE HAMMER INTO THE FACE OF FATHER NATHAN!!!
Jill Mathews: Wow just wow Father Nathan has to be out cold with atleast a concussion.
Vince Walters: This match is breaking down big time did you see the cage door come off it's hinges?
Jill Mathews: Yes I saw obviously and it was crazy!
Vince Walters: Let's see we have had no elimination so we got PJ,Kody,Johnny,Father,Hazard, and Pugh all in this match with more to come.....
**BUZZ** Gehenna by Slipknot plays!! Out limps SETH ISER DOWN TO THE CAGE AREA!!!
Jill Mathews: And, the sanity of this match just got a whole lot worse.
Vince Walters: You aren't kidding.
Jill Mathews: The man was already in one war earlier as you can tell by the limp but trust me he doesn't care.
Vince Walters: His eyes are locked on Pugh and Hazard who are both rising to there feet this could get interesting to say the least.
Jill Mathews: I believe you would call Seth another one of those monsters.
Vince Walters: A shorter monster but yes.
Jill Mathews: Six foot five isn't really short.
Vince Walters: Compared to the two men in front of him it is.
Seth Iser walks up too the two men in Pugh and Hazard who have just gotten to there feet and HARD RIGHT HAND TO HAZARD knocking him back and a HARD LEFT HAND TO PUGH knocking him back. Very few people in this business hit harder then Seth Iser and the two big men just felt that you can see that there off balance already a tad. Seth grabs a hold of Hazard SNAP SUPLEXING HIM ONTO THE STAGE!!!! Pugh waits his time as Iser gets to his feet and goes to DROP SETH WITH A SPINE BUSTER ONTO THE STAGE but SETH BIT at PUGH'S FACE!!! Pugh drops him and Seth grabs Pugh OVER HEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX ONTO THE STAGE!!! The fans are really yelling holy shit now as Seth punches his leg a bit as he struggles to get to his feet. Back in the ring Johnny Stylez had made a cover on Father Nathan but somehow Patrick Jones managed to get his bloody face and bruised body back into the ring pulling Johnny off Father Nathan for some reason and dropping Johnny with a swinging neck breaker onto one of the chairs laying in the ring. Patrick is spent as Kody actually gets to his feet and helps Patrick up to his feet the two men look at each other and once again shrug saying yeah we are nuts. They climb to opposite turnbuckles once again and BOTH LEAP OFF LEG DROP ACROSS THE THROAT OF JOHNNY BY KODY AND A DIVING ELBOW DROP TO JOHNNYS HEART BY PATRICK!!! Patrick makes the pin attempt ONE.......TWO.....THREE! NO!!!!! NO!!! Johnny got a shoulder up just in the nick of time. While all of this is going on FATHER NATHAN IS TO HIS FEET! He looks out of it completely but he has a chair in his hand and WHACK!!! WHACK!!! He lays both PJ and Kody out with a chair shot across there skulls. Now Father Nathan drops the chair and applies a STFU on KODY!!!!! While Johnny rolls outside the ring trying to get him self together after the assault that just took place on him. Back outside the cage Seth Iser has gotten to his feet and walked into the cage he see's Johnny Stylez and walks towards him a slug fest begins and Seth is getting a major upper hand but JOHNNY KICKS SETH LOW!!!! Seth is about to go down but Johnny grabs him CURTAIN JERKER THROUGH THE TABLE THAT WAS SET UP BY FATHER NATHAN ON THE OUTSIDE!!!! Seth rolls around holding his back in pain while Johnny just sits up from the rumble of the table and kinda stays in that spot for a few moments until he notices Ryan Pugh and Hazard back to there feet fighting there way back inside the cage. Johnny comes up behind Hazard and THE COmEDoWn!!!!! A tree of woe running drop kick this takes Haz off his feet. Pugh reaches under the ring pulling out a fairly long steel chain and BEGINS WHIPPING HAZARDS BACK WITH IT!!!! Johnny gets his kicks in on Hazard in between the chain smacking the back of Hazard. Back on the inside of the ring Patrick has managed to get to his feet somehow Kody has not TAPPED OUT!!! Patrick kicks Father Nathan in the back of his head to break the hold up and brings Father Nathan to his feet Gut wrench suplexing Nathan to the mat! Kody is hurt and Patrick helps him to his feet but what they don't see is SETH ISER rolling into the ring the man might of just went through a table but there is almost a sick smile across his face.
Jill Mathews: Seth Iser is a demented man I mean he just went through a table and he got to his feet with that sick smile and is rolling in the ring stalking his next prey or something?
Vince Walters: He is indeed but come on! This double team on my boy Hazard is horse crap! His back even for him can't possibly keep taking this!
Jill Mathews: There's a reason they call this War Games I have no doubts now.
**BUZZ** NAS HATE ME NOW BLARES OVER THE SPEAKERS AND OUT COMES KOP!!!!
Vince Walters: THANK GOD!
Jill Mathews: Another big tough man and a representative of the Styles Mafia.
Vince Walters: Johnny is going to try to cut him off on the stage so Pugh can keep his attack on but KOP is having none of it! Johnny ran right into a huge big boot from KOP and now KOP is walking towards Ryan Pugh
Pugh has the chain ready in his hand and KOP shows off some speed maybe no one new he had it took Pugh by surprise and HE LAYS PUGH OUT WITH THE MIGRAINE!!! A RUNNING FLYING DOUBLE KNEE DROP!! KOP offers to help Hazard up but Hazard slaps his hand away and SITS UP ON HIS OWN!!! He slowly gets up due to his back being well rather injured monster or not and he drops to one knee putting his left hand around the throat of PUGH AND BEGINS CHOKING HIM!!! Hazard has no intention of letting go ether as KOP see's Patrick Jones feet near the ring ropes he reaches in and pulls Patrick out of the ring SPINE BUSTER ONTO THE OUTSIDE MAT!!! Meanwhile back inside the ring Father Nathan just got to his feet but went down again. Now as Seth was attacking but Kody got the advantage and clipped the left leg out from under Seth then placed a chair on the face of Seth and STOMPED ON THE CHAIR!!!! Kody gets back to his feet as Father Nathan does as well and turns his attention that way and Kody drops him with a leg sweep and then a standing flipping moonsault onto the body of Nathan. Back outside the ring Pugh is getting CHOKED OUT!!!! He is actually turning blue but Johnny has made his way over and climbed up onto the back of Hazard driving elbow after elbow into the back of Hazard neck and Hazard has to release his grip on Pugh! Hazard gets fully to his feet with Johnny on his back and just drops DOWN Johnny under all that weight!! Pugh is gasping for air but managed to grab the chain again and wraps part of it around his fist as Hazard comes back towards him WHAM! HE DECKS HAZARD as he leaned down towards Pugh again and Hazard is down!!! Meanwhile on the other side of the ring KOP just press slammed PJ into the cage fence like a rag doll and seems to be enjoying him self. Quickly we go back into the ring where Father Nathan has been brought back to his feet by Kody and Kody goes for a spin kick but Father Nath ducks it!! Kody turns around THE LEFT HAND OF GOD!!!!!! KODY IS DOWN!!! Father Nathan literally drops to his knee's and drapes an arm over Kody making the pin!!! ONE......TWO.....THREE!!!!!
**KODY GORDERT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY FATHER NATHAN**
Seth Iser is now back to his feet and he see's his stable mate on top of Kody he pulls his stable mate off Kody then kicks Kody's body out of the ring. Seth's eyes search around the area and he see's KOP rolling Patrick into the ring and rolling him self into the ring. Seth Iser grabs KOP and the two men begin to battle it out punches, kicks you name it there throwing it at each other. Father Nathan who can barely stand gets to his feet and Patrick Jones gets brought to his feet by Nathan ZONED OUT!!!!!!!!!! PATRICK out of no where nails Father Nathan with it and falls down making the pin on Nathan. Seth just got tackled down to the mat by KOP so the count is in effect!! ONE.....TWO......THREE!!!!!!
**FATHER NATHAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY PATRICK JONES**
Jill Mathews: That was a somewhat fast set of events first Kody then Father Nathan both eliminated!
Vince Walters: That's how it can work when you are so spent from this match.
Jill Mathews: Can't disagree with you there.
**BUZZ** The word remains. "Narcissistic Cannibal" by Korn starts blaring out. And, out comes NOCTURNAL!!!
Vince Walters: Now here is an unhappy man now former world champion.
Jill Mathews: Possibly the biggest psycho in this entire match and that my friends is saying allot.
Vince Walters: So much going on around the ring now and we are down to two minute counts with only three entrys left!
Jill Mathews: Right now we got Johnny Stylez, Ryan Pugh, Nocturnal, Seth Iser, Patrick Jones, Hazard, and KOP in or around the ring.
Vince Walters: Pugh and Hazard have finally broken away from each other atleast for a few minutes because Hazard and Johnny Stylez are fighting up the stage and Pugh is bringing well table after table out from under the ring. How many damned tables do we keep under those two rings?
Jill Mathews: I'm sure our fearless leader Jesse Styles had something to do with that.
Vince Walters: Wise man.
Jill Mathews: Ratings whore is more like it.
Pugh has stacked two tables on top of each other all around a certain part of the outside of the cage and he has a sinister look on his face but before he could do much else KOP came running out after him and those two men now begin slugging it out while Nocturnal is right in the middle of Johnny Stylez and Hazard getting him self involved. Nocturnal low blows HAZARD!!! Dropping Hazard to the stage once more!! Nocturnal grabs Johnny by his throat moving towards the edge of the top of the stage and Johnny tries to kick Nocturnal low but Noc side steps it CHOKE SLAM OFF THE STAGE THROUGH a SOUND BOARD TABLE!!!! SPARKS FLY!!!!!! A loud boom is heard!!! But, somehow the power is still on perhaps NEW invests good money in back up plans power wise unlike other companies. But, the case and point is JOHNNY just took a fifteen foot drop through a sound table he might be done! Nocturnal has that sick smile across his face loving what he just did and he now turns around getting down on his knee's and driving Hazard face into the steel of the stage over and over again!! He did it atleast ten times until Hazard seemed laid out. Nocturnal now walks down the ramp way and see's Pugh get tossed into the steel guard rail by KOP and KOP CLOSELINE HIM OVER THE RAILING INTO THE CROWD!!! KOP ALSO WENT WITH HIM!!! NEW fans try to surround them but NEW security is quick to get the fans back guess they wanted to keep there job eh? Nocturnal see's that going on and then looks towards the ring where Patrick Jones is trying his best to fight off Seth Iser but BLACK MAGIC FROM SETH ISER TO PATRICK JONES who is such a bloody mess as is. Seth looks to make the pin but Nocturnal rolls in the ring and tells Seth no. You can hear him say let's punish these bitches.
**BUZZ** DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS BLARES AND OUT COMES SICK DRAKE BLAKE!!!! DRAKE BLAKE HAS HIS STOMACH AND CHEST AREA WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE!!!!
Jill Mathews: Wow Nocturnal has what's left of Patrick Jones up to his feet and FACE OF CHAOS!!! NOC DROPS HIM!!! And, uh Drake Blake is wrapped in barbed wire seriously?
Vince Walters: It's the sick side of him coming out he's already bleeding!
Jill Mathews: Well then that's uh fitting for this match,
Drake Blake runs past everyone near the cage on the outside and right into the ring he collides with Nocturnal barbed wire attack perhaps might be a proper name for it and the two are kind stuck together on the mat now! Nocturnal is bleeding as some of the barbed wire got his chin and well hell Drake Blake was already bleeding. Seth Iser is pulling Drake Blake off of Nocturnal ripping them apart quite literally and now Seth head butts Drake off his feet managing to miss any of the barbed wire wait a minute SPLASH BY SETH ISER ONTO THE BARBED WIRE ONTO DRAKE!!!! Iser obviously doesn't mind barbed wire. Nocturnal pulls him self to his feet and see's Patrick Jones once again somehow someway despite all he's been through pulling him self to his feet MELTDOWN!!!!!! Nocturnal lays PJ OUT!!!! AND PINS HIM!!! ONE......TWO.....THREE!!!!
**PATRICK JONES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY NOCTURNAL!**
Jill Mathews: These men are all sick just plain sick PJ with a broken nose, busted mouth and who knows what else showed so much heart listen to the fans giving him a standing ovation as he rolls his wrecked body out of the ring.
Vince Walters: Hit the road Jack!
Jill Mathews: Shut up Vince that man deserves some respect.
Vince Walters: Not from me he doesn't.
Jill Mathews:.....Back in the ring Drake Blake has gotten him self into some serious trouble the barbed wire might of not worked out so well for him.
Vince Walters: HOLY CRAP I see Johnny Stylez pulling him self back onto the stage a complete wreck but the man is crawling down the stage!
Jill Mathews: WHAT! Why can't that man just die or something!
Vince Walters: Wow that was harsh....
Jill Mathews: I don't care!
Vince Walters: Well Hazard is back up and is walking back towards the cell with a disturbed look on his face that's never good.
Jill Mathews: Pugh and KOP are still fighting in the crowd Ryan just threw some fans drink into the face of KOP and closelined him back over the guard rail!
Vince Walters: Pugh is now back over the guard rail as well.
Hazard makes his way through the cage entrance and gets back into the ring he see's Nocturnal and lays Noctunal out with a running big boot with SUCH FORCE it flipped Nocturnal in mid air! Seth just managed to pull him self from the barbed wire attached to Drake Blake and Hazard grabs SETH BY HIS THROAT CHOKE SLAMMING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!!! Hazard looks just pissed as he see's Drake Blake getting to his feet and HALF PAST DEAD!!!!!! Drake is down and out!! But, Hazard doesn't try to pin him because he see's Nocturnal sit up!! Noc now stands up and these two sick men are face to face with Hazard having a bit of height advantage.
*Buzz* SELFISH AND COLD PLAYS BY REV THEORY AND OUT COMES HUNTER VALENTYNE!!!
Jill Mathews: Joy another evil asshole.
Vince Walters: I have actually become kind of a fan of this guy.
Jill Mathews: Of course you have he's in the Styles Mafia!
Vince Walters: I'm there number one fan.
Hunter gets about half way down the ramp only to be met by a now standing Johnny Stylez WHO BITCH SLAPS HIM!!! Hunter laughs a little and BITCH SLAPS HIM RIGHT BACK!! The two men begin slugging it out as they slowly work there way back down the stage towards the cage. Back inside the cage Nocturnal and Hazard are fighting it out while Ryan Pugh and KOP both just rolled into the ring and KOP went for a running closeline but Ryan ducked it and TAZZMISSION!!!!!! RYAN IS TRYING TO CHOKE KOP OUT IN THE RING!!! Hazard is busy with Nocturnal to really pay attention as the two men have now fought outside the ring and are literally taking turns slamming each others faces into the steel fence of the cage. Hunter see's this going on as he takes Johnny down with a dose of his own medicine a low blow! But Hunter decided to do nothing about it and go back to focusing on Johnny!!! KOP MIGHT BE OUT!!!! The ref raises KOP'S arm once......TWICE.......AND A THIRD TIME IT DROPS!!! KOP HAS BEEN CHOKED OUT!!!!!!
**KOP HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY RYAN PUGH**
Jill Mathews: Yeah some team you got there Hunter could of saved KOP but didn't bother.
Vince Walters: He uh had something in his eye.
Jill Mathews: What a lame excuse.
Vince Walters: Shut up woman!
Back in the ring Nocturnal and Hazard continue to do battle Nocturnal reaches up and grabs Noc by his throat choking Hazard!!!! Hazard reaches down choking Nocturnal and both men aren't letting go!!! Pugh has now rolled outside the ring and Seth Iser has his eyes locked in on Pugh as he rolls outside the ring as well and Pugh see's him the two men outside the ring meet up nose to nose and begin slugging it out Seth takes advantage with three left hard jabs in a row knocking Pugh around in a circle and SHORT ARM CLOSELINE!!! Pugh drops to the outside mat and now Seth is going to mount on top of Pugh elbows and then allot of punches the bloody and very tired Pugh is getting hurt even more now by the vicious Seth Iser. But, with a quick burst of energy Pugh manages to shove Seth off him and get to his feet the two men continue to battle outside the cage opening and around the guard rail now right near Hunter and Johnny who are fighting at the bottom of the stage near the cage. Johnny who has gotten back to his feet now chops away at Hunter and Hunter chops back at Johnny they both have the same idea and gouge each other in the eye!! Now switching back to the ring Nocturnal and Hazard are at a stale mate both about to turn blue and DRAKE BLAKE IS UP!!! He grabs a steel chair from the ring mat and SMACK!!! Right into the back of Nocturnal not once but twice!! This causes Nocturnal to release his grip and Hazard after seeing this releases his grip. SMACK!!!SMACK!!! Drake Blake takes the chair to Hazards right KNEE!!!!! Smashing the chair twice into his right knee somehow Hazard is literally standing on one leg holding his bad leg up kind of off the ground and SMACK!!! CHAIR SHOT TO THE FACE BY DRAKE TO HAZARD!!! DOWN GOES HAZARD!!!! Nocturnal is slow to getting back to his feet as he turns Drake around and Drake drives the chair into Nocturnals gut then drops the chair and DDT'S NOC ONTO THE CHAIR!! DRAKE BLAKE IS UNFIRE!!! The Sickness is over taking him and right now doing a good job unlike earlier.
Jill Mathews: Still allot of action going on Seth Iser just showed off his power as he literally press slammed PUGH ONTO THE STAGE!! While Hunter and Johnny are at a stale mate matching each other move for move the former team mates seem to know each other a little to well.
Vince Walters: Kick him in the nuts again Hunter!
Jill Mathews: Since it involves Johnny I AGREE!
**BUZZ** Almost Famous by Eminem blares over the speakers!!! OUT COMES THE MAN OF WAR INKT!!!!
Vince Walters: Here comes that god damned never knowing how to die bulldog.
Jill Mathews: He's like a vicious bulldog might not be the tallest in the yard but boy his bite is mean as hell.
Vince Walters: Wow I wasn't looking to compliment him.
Jill Mathews: I was and now look at Drake Blake climbing to the top turnbuckle with the barbed wire still wrapped around him and Inkt is making his way down to the cage let's not forget that.
Vince Walters: Eh the KLIQ is in full force here now.
Jill Mathews: Hunter just dropped Johnny on the stage with a double under hook suplex and Inkt just dropped Hunter with a running elbow right between his eyes. Inkt looks ready for war he's mounted on top of Hunter now and it's GROUND AND POUND TIME!
Back in the ring Drake leaps down back onto the apron and down onto the outside mat reaching under the ring and pulling out a LADDER!!! He shoves it in the ring and carefully rolls in without getting stuck on the bottom ring rope then he sets the ladder up by the turnbuckle and see's movement from Noc and Hazard. He picks up the sledge hammer that was in the ring and SLAMS THE SLEDGE HAMMER ACROSS THE BACK OF HAZARD WHO WAS GETTING UP! HE BROKE IT OVER HAZARDS BACK!! Hazard is down!!!! He now rolls Hazard with all his might onto his back and then see's Noc slowly getting up he grabs the chair again and WHACK!!! Nails Noc across his forehead down goes Noc!! Who is now very busted open!! Drake now climbs up the ladder standing at the top and FROG SPLASH ONTO HAZARD WITH THE BARBED WIRE ATTACHED!!!! HE STAYS ATTACHED TO HAZARD AND THE REF COUNTS!!! ONE........TWO......NO!!! HAZARD SHOVED Drake off him ripping his own skin from his stomach and chest area in the process!!! Back outside the ring Hunter is a bloody mess from Inkt's ground and pound and now Inkt stands up and WHAM Hunter still being with it enough sent his boot up in the air right between the legs of INKT!!! Down goes Inkt!!! Johnny now is to his feet and see's Nocturnal rolling outside the ring. Johnny now is on the hunt as he waits for Nocturnal to turn around The Heart BreaK HiT!!! Johnny gets Noc to his feet and rolls him in the ring. He covers him!!! ONE.....TWO....THREE!! NO!!! NOC gets a shoulder up. Johnny looks pissed as he glares at the ref and now pulls Noc back outside the ring slamming him into the cage fence. Back in the ring Hazard is up and waiting for Drake Blake to get up as Drake gets up Hazard drops Drake with a standing side kick!!! Drake is down and now HAZARD IS CLIMBING UP THE LADDER HE'S AT THE TOP MY GOD CRUSH THEORY!!!!!!!!
Jill Mathews: OH MY GOD.
Vince Walters: HOLY SHIT!
Jill Mathews: A seven foot one man just did a moonsault off a fifteen foot ladder landing onto a man whose not even half his size and wrapped in barbed wire. Someone needs to uh make sure they save that for one of those new edge epic moments.
Vince Walters: Wow you don't feel bad for Drake?
Jill Mathews: He was the one that wore Barbed wire out here....
Vince Walters: He can't help his sickness.
Hazard is on top of Drake Blake attached by the barbed wire obviously so the pin is made.
ONE......TWO......THREE!!!!
*DRAKE BLAKE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY HAZARD*
Jill Mathews: So we have now Ryan Pugh, Johnny Stylez, Hazard, Nocturnal, Inkt, Seth Iser and Hunter Valentyne.
Vince Walters: Seven left.
Jill Mathews: Ew Hazard just pulled him self off Drake Blake and the barbed wire and now where is he going?
Vince Walters: It looks like he's going outside the ring after Pugh again who is in a bitter battle with Seth Iser outside the cage.
Hazard exits the ring while Nocturnal and Johnny Stylez actually roll into ring two which amazingly enough has hardly been mentioned they begin to fight it out and Nocturnal goes for his melt down!!! But, Johnny slips out of it and drops Noc with a enziguri!!! Inkt now has gotten into ring two as well and is telling Johnny to set Noc up! Johnny brings Nocturnal to his feet Inkt full speed ahead DULL NEEDLE FOR NOC NO!!! NOC MOVED AND INKT NAILED JOHNNY WITH THE DULL NEEDLE!!!! Inkt slams his fist onto the mat as Noc grabs a hold of Inkt CHAOS!!!! Nocturnal makes the pin on Inkt!!! ONE......TWO......NO!!!!! Inkt gets a shoulder up!! Nocturnal is now upset as he begins stomping on Inkt and then walking over to Johnny and stomping on him! Meanwhile outside the ring Pugh just sent his knee into Seth and is CLIMBING UP THE WAR GAMES CAGE!!!! Hazard who just got near them is CLIMBING AS WELL!! Seth Iser see's this he shrugs he's also climbing!!! The three men are now all twenty feet in the air on top of the cage roof and fighting it out as Hunter Valentyne see's this and decides to not go up there instead he goes, reaches under ring one and pulls out a TAZZOR!!! He then rolls into the ring and TAZZES NOC RIGHT IN THE BACK OF HIS NECK!!! Almost guaranteed that it was on full blast he then Irish whips a out of it Noc into the ropes VALENTYME!!! COVER!!!!!!
ONE.......TWO......THREE!!!!
**NOCTURNAL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY HUNTER VALENTYNE!!**
Jill Mathews: That's normally a Johnny Stylez weapon.
Vince Walters: Well Hunter found it first heh.
Jill Mathews: Well uh oh we got stuff going on obviously above us.
Up on top of the cell Seth Iser hits three left jabs in a row to Hazard knocking him near the edge of the cell Pugh kicks at the knee of Seth Iser and Seth drops to one knee. Pugh grabs a hold of Hazard after driving a knee into his gut and LIFTS HIM UP FOR THE PUGH BOMB!!!! HAZARD GRABS A HOLD OF HIM BY HIS BEARD AND PUGH ISN'T SURE ABOUT RELEASING THE PUGH BOMB BECAUSE OF THIS!!! THERE NEAR THE EDGE AND SETH ISER RUNS UP SHOULDER BLOCKING INTO PUGH'S BACK AND THIS CAUSES HAZARD AND PUGH TO GO FLYING!!!!! TWENTY FEET DOWN THREW TWO STACKS OF THOSE TABLES PUGH HAD SET UP EARLIER!!!!! Fans are letting out huge holy shit chants now!!! Seth Iser back up on the top of the cage has a crazy look on his face he backs up a few steps undoes his knee brace tossing it to the side and runs!!! SETH LEAPS OFF FROM 20 FEET IN THE AIR AND ITS A SPLASH ONTO BOTH HAZARD AND PUGH!!!!!
Jill Mathews: What in the world did I just see?
Vince Walters: Three monsters possibly kill them self's?
Jill Mathews: MY GOD!
Vince Walters: HOLY SHIT.
Jill Mathews: Yeah we had a bit of a delayed reaction there but that whole event right there is just well shocking.
Vince Walters: Wow just.....wow.
Back in the ring Hunter saw this and quickly rolls outside the ring dragging Pugh the best he can from the rumble and getting his limp body up and into ring one. Hunter rolls into ring one and goes for the pin!!! ONE....TWO....THREE!! NO!!! INKT BROKE THE COUNT UP!!! He managed to get to ring one from ring two and stomp on the back of Hunters head. Johnny now slowly comes over to ring one picking up a chair telling Inkt to hold him up and Inkt's asks him U MAD BRO? Johnny nods his head and Inkt tells him by all means pick him up your damned self then bro. Inkt rolls outside the ring and with all his might begins to pull Hazard to ring two and somehow manages to get him in the ring. Inkt covers Hazard in ring two. ONE......TWO....NO!!!! HAZARD GOT A SHOULDER UP!!!!
Jill Mathews: Uh.....
Vince Walters: Wait what?
Jill Mathews: How?
Inkt brings the limp body of Hazard to his feet and DULL NEEDLE HE NAILS IT!!!! He covers Hazard AGAIN!!! ONE.....TWO....THREE!!!!
**HAZARD HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY INKT**
Jill Mathews: My god you can't kill that monster I will agree with you now Vince Hazard is a monster and speaking of another monster SETH ISER SOMEHOW IS STANDING!
Vince Walters: NO WAY!
Jill Mathews: He is a wreck but has a sick grin on his face and making his way to ring one where Pugh is laid out and Johnny is giving Hunter the business.
In ring one Seth gets up and see's Inkt coming through the ropes to get to him Seth gets to Inkt as soon as he climbs through with The Road of the Venomous!!!! Inkt is down. Seth see's Pugh trying to get up as he walks over to him and lifts Pugh up BLACK MAGIC!!! PUGH IS DOWN AGAIN!!!! Johnny see's this and turns towards them but Hunter LOW BLOWS JOHNNY FROM BEHIND!!! Hunter gets to his feet VALENTYME!!!!! He lays Johnny out!!!! Seth makes the cover first on Pugh!! ONE......TWO......THREE!!!
**RYAN PUGH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY SETH ISER**
Hunter has a cover on Johnny now and the ref counts.
ONE......TWO....THREE!!!!! NO!!!!
Hunter can't believe it! He goes over to ring two grabbing the tazzer and then back into ring one as he see's Seth turning towards him TAZZER to Seth's chest!! Down goes Seth!!! Hunter now reaches down to bring Johnny to his feet but Johnny with whatever life he had left did exactly what Hunter did to him and kicked Hunter right between his legs INSULT 2 INJURY!!! Johnny covers Hunter!!
ONE.....TWO....THREE!!!!
**HUNTER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY JOHNNY STYLEZ**
Jill Mathews: All of these guys are so tired and out of it there falling fast now.
Vince Walters: Well my god this match is past an hour of pure hell! But, hell I do love!
Jill Mathews: Vince I just you know what never mind.
Seth gets back to his feet just as Inkt is getting back to his Inkt gets hit by Seth with a Deprivation DDT!!!!! Johnny is now stumbling over towards Seth and Seth rises to his feet slowly the two men battle it out and Johnny gets spun around LETHAL POISON!! JOHNNY IS FADING FAST HE HAS FALLEN TO THE MAT AND HIS EYES ARE CLOSING!!! A modified Mandible Claw!!! Johnny MIGHT BE OUT!!!! THE REF raises Johnnys arm it drops ONCE.... Raises it again it drops TWICE!!!!! Drops it a third time AND HIS ARM DROPS FOR A THIRD TIME!!!!! SETH PASSED JOHNNY OUT!!!!
*JOHNNY STYLEZ HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY SETH ISER*
Seth gets to his feet INKT IS UP DIRTY NEEDLE!!!!!!! JUST LIKE THAT!!!!! INKT ROLLS SETH OVER ONE.....TWO.......THREE!!!!
DING!!!!
DING!!!
Tom Davis: The man to make the final pinfall and to go on to get a world title shot at Kamikaze is INKT!!! Also NOW THE STABLE CHAMPIONS OF 2013 INKT,RYAN PUGH AND JOHNNY STYLEZ!!!!
Jill Mathews: MY god I am glad this is over bring as many EMT'S as we can there are bodies everywhere.
Vince Walters: WHAT A MATCH!
Jill Mathews: What a violent match yes.
The time keeper hands Inkt all three belts he puts one over Johnnys chest and even tries to bring him around Johnny finally does. Pugh who's being loaded on a stretcher Inkt rolls out to him and hands him one of the stable belts and Pugh holds it high in the air with one arm as we go off the air!!!
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