Post by Styles on Mar 12, 2013 14:41:53 GMT -5
One final Ignite until our next pay per view World War X will the feuds boil over on this night in Chicago? Also the war games qualifying matches happen on this night who will get there team in? Who will fail for there team? This weeks Ignite is so full of pressure it will feel like there's no air in the building for this night's wrestlers! So don't miss Ignite 26 as the night reaches boiling points possibly to the likes that we have not seen before!
IGNITE 26 INFO
DateFebruary 24, 2013 at 3 pm
VenueN.E.W Arena
DeadlineFebruary 23, 2013 at 9 pm
Rating51
Attendance103,050
Gate$3,091,500
Travel Cost$0
Event Cost$25,000
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
‘Prayer’ by Disturbed plays over the PA and Valora walks out from the back, pulling the hood on her hoodie down and looking over the crowd, smirking at the mixed reaction she’s getting before flipping the crowd off, her smirk growing as she watches the crowd react exactly as she planned. Making her way down to the ring, she grabs a mic and climbs into the ring, looking around at the crowd...
Vince Walters: “Uh.. here we go. Now she’ll never shut up.”
Jill Matthews: “She has a right to talk and be proud, given what she accomplished!”
Valora slowly paces around the ring, seemingly soaking up the reaction for a few moments before smiling and nodding.
Valora: “Well, well well. You know... since day fuckin’ one here, I’ve come out, told people what I was gonna do. Came out and done it... and mother fuckers are always surprised. I told you fuckin’ gringos that Triple X wasn’t a God.. that he could be beaten. I told you that I’d be the one to end his ‘legendary’ win streak.. and.. guess what? I fuckin’ did it!”
The crowd gives Val a mixed reaction as she stands in the middle of the ring of the ring basking in the energy from the crowd as she looks out over the crowd.
Valora: “Roger Wright. Hunter Valentyne. Triple X. These are just a few of the ‘best of NEW’ that have been beaten by me. All three of those men will tell you about their ‘legendary’ careers. Now, I’d say it looks like I’m the fuckin’ Legend Killer, but that’s way too cliche. I’ll just stick with... New, Vet, ‘NEW Legend’ I don’t give a FUCK! Get in my way, and Val makes you her next victim.”
Chants of ‘Val’s gonna kill you!’ break out, causing Val to roll her eyes and shake her head. But she also takes a look at the crowd and tilts her head curiously, as if realizing something
Vince Walters: “You know... when Valora is quiet with that look on her face.. it always seems to make her more scary...”
Jill Matthews: “Well no one accused her of being completely sane, but she is a top notch talent in the ring.”
Valora: “Well... wonders never cease.. seems he was right. Hmm. Anyways. Consider this your warning.. I’m the alpha bitch here. I’m on the rise. Stay tuned, kids...I got more victims to make as I continue to make my own legend here in NEW.”
Valora smirks as she turns to the back and holds her arms up.
Valora: “Time to play. I’m just gettin’ warmed up, bitches. I am hitting my fuckin’ prime, takin’ my career and my abilities to a whole nother level. I can’t wait to find out who the next victim is. Lets bring on the pain... lets bring on the blood.. I’ve ended one legendary run. I’m about to build another legend to take its place. Rest in Peace, X. Next time, be careful who you run your mouth off at.
Now, as for the rest of the NEW roster... Triple X and I are different in another way too. One way he inflated his streak was by avoiding fights with those he considered beneath him. Not me. Like I said. Get in my way, you become the next fuckin’ victim. You’ve been warned.”
Valora exits the ring and walks to the backstage area, before pausing and turning, her trademark smirk re-appearing on her face.
Valora: “Oh yeah.. American Icon. I heard your little interview. Look at X. Learn from him. He fell right into the trap I baited for him. You sure I’m not doing the same with you, old man? Be careful that you don’t end up the next victim.”
Valora turns and heads backstage, disappearing from view.
Vince Walters: “Well.. Valora did some gloating but she’s still pissed. She’s like... constantly PMSing or something.”
Jill Matthews: “I’m soo telling her you said that. But I wanna know who the ‘he’ she referred to was. She said ‘he was right.’ Who was she talking about?”
Vince Walters: “Who the fuck knows with Valora...”
VALORA OPENS THE SHOW, AGAIN!
TypeOne man segment
Length5 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating100%
Crowd Reaction100%
Overall Rating100%
VS VS
Chris Miller and John Dample are both standing in the ring, waiting for the third and final competitor in this opening debut match.
Jill Matthews: This should be an exciting way to kick off tonight's action. We've heard strong statements from both John Dample and The Virus.
Vince Walters: Yeah, but where has The War Machine been? The guy was as quiet as a mouse all week long. Hope he's prepared for tonight!
Jill Matthews: Well, I'm sure we'll find out soon enough!
Tom Davis: And their opponent! From parts unknown, weighing in at two hundred thirty six pounds, and standing six feet even. Ladies and gentlemen, The VIRUS!
"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 opponents. Making it inside the ring he removes his fedora and his trench coat tossing them to one of the corners and then begins bouncing around and stretching, becoming loose for the fight to come.
Jill Matthews: Quite the entrance by newcomer The Virus.
Vince Walters: Yeah, but look at the other two men. Neither one look very impressed.
The bell sounds as Miller and Dample charge right at The Virus, unleashing a series of punches and kicks. They slingshot him off the ropes and connect with a double clothesline.
Jill Matthews: Looks like Dample and Miller are going to work together here.
Vince Walters: You know, the bottom feeders tend to run in packs.
Jill Matthews: Real clever, Vince.
Jill rolls her eyes at Vince. Meanwhile, back in the ring Miller and Dample have Virus trapped in a corner and are now stomping him into the canvas. He tries to defend from the onslaught but there are just too many boots coming at him. To prevent from getting into a hole early on, The Virus wisely rolls outside to catch his wind. Dample seizes the opportunity and starts to club Miller in the small of his back.
Vince Walters: What are you doing, idiot! He was just your best friend a minute ago and now you're attacking him?!
Jill Matthews: It wasn't a bad move at all. Dample knew Miller was distracted and he took advantage of it.
During the chaos, Virus has gotten back to his feet and is climbing onto the apron. Neither one of his opponents notice as he springboards off the ropes and nails them both with a plancha dive. Miller getting the brunt of the damage as Dample was dazed but not really affected by it.
Jill Matthews: Virus with the cover on Miller!
1....
2....
Dample stomps the back of Virus' head as he continues to wail away with boots, but Virus endures the punishment as me makes his way back to his feet. Miller has also gotten himself back to a vertical base. The three stand in the center of the ring, exchanging blows with each other. Virus hits Dample. Dample hits Miller. Miller hits Virus. The flurry of punches go on for another ten seconds or so before all three men run off opposite ropes and come back to the middle of the ring. Virus nails Miller in the face with a spinning heel kick and at the same time, he also hits Dample with a back elbow, much to the crowd's delight.
Vince Walters: How did he do that?!
Jill Matthews: The Virus looking very impressive here in the early going!
Virus picks Dample up this time and locks him in the clutches of a rolling knee bar as John Dample tries to reach out for the ropes. Just as he's about to submit, Miller kicks Virus square in the forehead as this forces him to break the hold.
Jill Matthews: The Virus was a hiccup away from victory there!
Vince Walters: I'd love to hear you hiccup when you...
Jill Matthews: Don't even finish that sentence..
Miller and Virus are duking it out once more as Dample is holding his right knee, struggling to get back up and into the fight. Suddenly, Virus connects with a series of punches and kicks to Miller, who's pretty much out on his feet now.
Jill Matthews: We've seen The Virus do that in other companies! I believe that combination is the prelude to his Lethal Injection, Vince!
Vince Walters: Lethal Injection, huh? You know, if you want..
Jill Matthews: I don't, so can it.
Vince Walters: Damn it!
Virus hooks Miller up in a suplex position but before he can hoist him into the air, Dample comes out of nowhere and clobbers Virus with a European Uppercut. This not only causes him to lose his hold on Miller, who hits the canvas in a daze, but also backs him up as Dample hits him with a second European uppercut! And a third! And a fourth! And a fifth!
Vince Walters: Damn, look at Dample! He's really giving Virus the business!
Dample grabs Virus by the throat and points to the sky. He lifts him up for a chokeslam but in mid move, Virus wraps himself around the arm of Dample and drags him to the ground with an armbar. He wrenches back on it repeatedly as his opponent tries to muscle his way to the ropes. Virus releases the hold as Dample is now clutching his arm. Virus grabs Miller by the back of his head and hurls him over the top rope. He then lines Dample up, who is just starting to get to his feet again.
Jill Matthews: This doesn't look good for Dample.
As Dample turns toward Virus, he too gets hit with that combination of punches and kicks that Miller tasted earlier on. Virus wastes no time, however, as he grabs Dample and lifts him up in a suplex position, then driving his head right into the mat with what he refers to as "Lethal Injection". Virus makes the cover afterwards.
1.....
2.....
3!!!!!
Tom Davis: Ladies and gentlemen! The winner of this match via pinfall, THE VIRUS!!
Jill Matthews: Strong showing by the newcomer here tonight, Vince!
Vince Walters: That move should be banned! Did you see the angle in which he drove Dample's head into the mat?!
Jill Matthews: You always find something to bitch about, don't you?
OPENING 3 WAY DEBUT MATCH
Type1 vs 1 vs 1
Length4 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating33%
Crowd Reaction50%
Overall Rating41%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The camera catches up to the seclusion of the rafters. It looks as if Iser's peering down toward the ring for a moment before walking off now at this point... the eyes red with anger. Before he gets much further, he just freezes in place almost as if he feels or senses something and he's merely trying to locate the presence with his eyes. Suddenly from the shadows emerges a woman who is no stranger to NEW, or any part of the wrestling world. Her hands resting casually on her hips, as she sports her usual ripped tanktop, tight jeans and leather jacket... she steps into the view, and we know exactly who she is; the Baddest Bitch herself... Cera.
Finally Iser sees the familiar Cera coming from that shadow and turns warily to see her. Iser mouths something very lowly but it isn't picked up audibly by anyone. The Baddest Bitch licks her lips before speaking in a seductive tone, louder than him but still calm and soft.
Cera: Well well, hi there... Mister Iser.
Iser's tone is more direct and irritable at this point, but it might have something to do with his overall disposition of late. Cera studies her nails and seems amused as the large man speaks.
Iser: Humph... knew I sensed you. Just didn't know where this time.
Cera: I wonder... is your perception slowly deteriorating, Iser? That would be oh such a travesty.
Iser: Let's say there's a price for certain things and age is one of those prices.
Iser's face hardens in disposition now.
Iser: But more to the point... what brings you here?
Cera: Here in the rafters? Solitude, silence. Here in New Edge? Well... a return to one's roots, perhaps. You could say that I don't feel I got what I deserved all that time ago. You could even say I'm back... to simply conquer the fed. To rise to the top. Power is a beautiful thing, don't you think?
Iser: Ambition is a good and damning thing, Cera. You know that considering your upbringing. Especially the ambition of getting that type of power and prestige.
Cera: Ambition? That usually involves... hard work and determination. Ambition puts far too much morale into my desires. It's something people look up to. I don't give two and half fucks if people see what I accomplish as inspiring or whatever. I just want it so I can be above others. Maybe smash it in their faces a few times too.
She moves her gloved hands from her hips to lift them up and casually crack her knuckles, pale eyes sparkling with mischief as a wicked smirk plays upon her lips. Iser has a callous smile on his face now, almost like his face is far less wary than what it once was.
Iser: People are fickle beings at their own core and even with some of the most damning people...they can look for any little reason to like someone even if it's an asinine one.
The smile vanishes before that hardened expression resurfaces. A steely resolve.
Iser: They're enablers, Cera. Enablers. The ones that gave power to people like Reya to be in position to do things as they feel right even with other motives involved.
Cera: Eh. My sister's mind is simply in the wrong place, though I don't intend to forfeit any form of power to her or her god. The ideology she holds is... tedious. Pointless, really. Just as so many others' are. Caring for people... finding good in them? How pathetic. How illogical. Sometimes the 'good' has already been engulfed by evil. Sense simply faltering, mind simply shrouded by that heh... cold... demeanor. Either way, every motive... has some kind of selfish cause behind it. Reya's... and your's...
Iser lowers his eyes slightly behind that mask of his. He even breaks eye contact for a moment staring back down toward the ring from the rafters before turning back toward Cera.
Iser: Don't deny that you have your own form of selfishness in you either...Cera.
Cera bursts into laughter, resting her hand on her bare, toned stomach as she chuckles at Iser. Once she regains her composure, she wipes at an eye and snickers toward the man, volatile gaze resting on his as she speaks rather condescendingly...
Cera: Did you figure that out all on your own??? I could have Jen bake you a cookie! Though I can't promise what'd be in it....
Iser: Sounds like you've had too many of those cookies in your lifetime, kid.
Iser just rolls his eyes out of irritance after that. Cera simply grins again and steps closer to Iser.
Cera: Whatever could you possibly mean by that, Seth?
Iser: Believe what you want, Cera but right now...my focus is on Roger and Roger alone. He has his own sins he needs to be punished for. Then if you want to launch this particular game with me... then it'll commence. Agreed?
Cera: Heh. Whenever you want to play a far more interesting game with a far more interesting competitor, hit me up sweety. In the meantime, I'm not going to fall back. I'll always be watching, waiting... for an opportune moment to, well... do as I please.
Iser: Until then...
Iser goes to walk off at this point.
Cera: Oh, and by the way...
Before Iser can turn around to respond, Cera whips a leg up to snap her quick and infamous scorpion kick, the Xtreme Speed! The bigger man stumbles down the steps and collapses down through some of the equipment that is set up there. He isn't out cold but he's very weary, stunned, and a little pissed. Cera leans over to look at him, before the corner of her lips turn upward and she speaks in a husky, venomous tone.
Cera: ....I believe I've argued my point quite validly. We'll keep in touch, Iser.
Iser slowly pulls himself up, still a little stunned and cocks his jaw to make sure its still in place.
Iser: ...everybody's gotta learn the hard way.
As the camera pans from annoyed Iser to the receding, arrogant Cera... the scene fades...
UNWELCOMED RETURN? MEBE?
TypeTwo man segment
Length4 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating67%
Crowd Reaction73%
Overall Rating70%
VS VS
Jill Matthews: Now it's time for our second debut three way of the night!
Vince Walters: Sounds kinky.
Jill Matthews: Typical. Anyways.. Wait a moment, I've just gotten word that Tao Ishida Kun won't be participating in tonight's match. That means it will be The Cage going one on one with Tommy Sirius.
We switch to a view of the ringside area, where Sirius is already in the ring and awaiting the arrival of his opponent, The Cage.
Tom Davis: His opponent! Hailing from parts unknown! He stands five feet, ten inches tall and weighs one hundred seventy five pounds! 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 trenchcoat.
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 towards Tommy Sirius with an arrogant, conceited smile plastered onto his features. He removes his shades, staring back, awaiting the sound of the bell.
Vince Walters: Looks pretty cocky for a little shit, don't he?
Jill Matthews: Either way, this should be a good one!
The bell sounds as Cage wastes no time at all taking the fight to Sirius. He hammers him with rights and lefts as the barrage of punches forces Tommy back against the ropes. The ref is forced to jump in and break them up as Cage takes a couple steps back. As soon as the official moves, he's right back on the offensive, tearing Sirius a new one with vicious strikes all over his body. Sirius falls to one knee as Cage lines him up, then drills him right in the jaw with a vicious kick. The fans boo loudly as Cage stands there, soaking in the reaction. He stomps on Sirius a few more times for good measure.
Jill Matthews: What a brutal approach. It's almost like he's toying with Sirius, who seems to be in all sorts of trouble and early!
Vince Walters: That's the most violent ankle biter I've ever seen!
Jill Matthews: It's no mystery that The Cage has explosive outbursts, but I guess it is a little surprising given the size advantage that Sirius has over him!
As Sirius gradually gets to his feet, Cage is waiting behind him. He wraps both arms around Tommy's waste and hurls him backwards, connecting with a brutal rolling German Suplex as the crowd pops at the impact. More specifically, at the way in which Sirius' head landed on the mat.
Jill Matthews: What a German suplex by Cage!
Vince Walters: Did you see his neck fold up!?
Cage, now stalking his opponent as he walks around to Tommy's head. He picks him up and delivers another suplex, this time it's a Northern Lights Suplex that causes Tommy to bounce off the mat. All the while, a sadistic grin plays on Cage's face as the crowd continues to boo. He places on boot on the chest of Tommy as the ref slaps the mat.
1.....
2....
He removes his foot from Tommy's chest and starts to unload with boots to the sternum. The ref tries to intervene but Cage shoves him clear across the ring.
Jill Matthews: I don't know if that was a wise move, shoving the ref like that!
Vince Walters: Real intelligent, get disqualified in your first match!
The ref warns Cage, who takes a few steps back holding both arms up as if he complies. Once the ref steps to the side, Cage picks Tommy up and shoots him into the farside ropes. As Sirius comes back he's met with a thunderous spinning heel kick from Cage as a loud thud echoes throughout the arena.
Vince Walters: Tommy Sirius was almost beheaded with that kick, Jill!
Jill Matthews: What a dominant performance by The Cage! I have to admit, he's looking really strong.
Cage positions Tommy in the center of the ring and runs over to the corner. He ascends the top rope and taunts the crowd, who in return boo him. He leaps off and lands on Sirius with a huge frog splash! Cage non chalantly drapes an arm over Sirius and waits for the count.
1.....
2....
Once again, he gets off Sirius just before the three count as fans boo even louder this time. The ref warns him that Sirius has had enough but Cage ignores it and picks up Tommy once more.
Jill Matthews: That's the second time now that Cage has had Sirius beaten but refused to make the cover for a three count!
Vince Walters: He sure as hell wants to send a message to every one in the backstage!
Cage stands there for a moment, examining Sirius, who can barely stand on his own two feet. Suddenly, Cage snaps. He grabs Sirius around the waste and pastes him into the mat with a belly to belly. He rolls Sirius over onto his back and grabs his ankle. He hooks him in the Cage Lock, his variation of the ankle lock as Tommy immediately snaps out of his daze and starts to bellow out screams of pain and anguish.
Jill Matthews: Cage Lock! This could be over!
Sirius tries to reach for the ropes, but he's pretty much in the center of the ring. Cage continues to violently torque his ankle until he has no choice but to submit. The bell sounds but Cage refuses to break the hold. Tommy is squirming about and struggling to get free as he can feel his tendons ripping and bones on the verge of breaking.
Vince Walters: He's going to break his ankle!
Jill Matthews: Thank you captain obvious! But he better let that submission go or the decision will be reversed!
The ref counts to five but Cage doesn't let go. He warns him one final time and starts a second count to five, which Cage finally lets go at four. He starts to showboat to the crowd who continue to boo him. Meanwhile, Tommy's ankle doesn't look too good as he's now clutching it like something's seriously wrong. EMT's come out to help Sirius as Cage continues to celebrate his first victory in New Edge.
Tom Davis: The winner of this match via Submission! THE CAGE!
Vince Walters: Damn, that little shit is ruthless! I like it!
Jill Matthews: Somehow, that doesn't surprise me one bit.
SECOND DEBUT/REDEBUT 3 WAY
Type1 vs 1 vs 1
Length6 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating39%
Crowd Reaction48%
Overall Rating44%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The scene opens up as we see Hazard and Spaz walking through the backstage area. Well, to be more precise, Haz is walking. Spaz is skipping along like he's following the yellow brick road. They come to a sudden halt near the restrooms as Hazard turns to his much smaller counterpart.
Hazard: I'll be right back.
Spaz: Nachos gettin' to ya, are they?
Hazard: Just wait here for a damn minute!
The monster heads into the bathroom as Spaz chuckles a bit. A couple moments pass as none other than Devin Stone walks into view. Spaz places one arm up, impeding Devin from going any further. The Iconic Legend just looks at Hazard's manager with disgust.
Devin Stone: The hell do you want, you little weirdo?!
Spaz: Relax, baby cakes.. I'm here tonight, to pass on a message from the big wigs in the Styles Mafia.
Devin Stone: You're here every night, because you're Hazard's manager. You guys pulled a fast one on me before, it won't happen again!
Devin brushes Spaz's arm aside and keeps on walking, but Spaz isn't giving up that easily.
Spaz: You want to be on the winning side of your matches, don't ya?
Stone turns back, stopping dead in his tracks and showcasing an ear to ear grin. He walks back to Spaz to hear him out.
Devin Stone: I'm listening..
Spaz: I'm supposed to tell ya'.. Do good at the paper view, and you will become a full fledged member of the Styles Mafia. Now how's that make your penis feel, huh? HUH?
Devin Stone: That is none of your business you little freak. But I'm glad Jesse finally came to his senses. I was wondering when he was going to recruit REAL winners into his stable. You tell Jesse to keep a close eye one me come WWX. He'll see that I'm more than capable of being a member in the Styles Mafia!
Devin starts to walk away from Spaz, but in doing so, he also reveals his back side. BIG MISTAKE! Spaz reaches out and spanks Devin on the hiney as Stone immediately turns around.
Devin Stone: What the hell?!
He smacks Spaz across the face, which sends him flying. Stone quickly walks off as we are now fixated on Spaz, who's just getting back to his feet. He gently rubs his face where Stone's hand touched a moment earlier.
Spaz: Mmmm..I like it rough, baby! Man oh man, look at that fine ass! I hate to see him go, but I LOVE TO WATCH HIM LEAVE!
Hazard walks out of the bathroom a couple seconds later, noticing Spaz who's staring off into space, his head in the clouds. A massive erection to boot. Haza cocks his head to the side, realizing something is a little off with his manager.
Hazard: What's wrong with you?
Spaz quickly tenses up and tries to act as normal as possible.
Spaz: Oh, musta' been those nachos I ate earlier..Welp! Let's get a move on, Hazzy! Our buddies don't like to be kept waiting after all, tee hee!
Spaz goes to take a step forward, but Hazard grabs him by the throat, lifting his feet a couple inches off the ground.
Hazard: You didn't each nachos earlier, I did.. Spaz, what's going on?
He releases his grip just enough so that Spaz can respond.
Spaz: Okay, damn.. I may or may not have.. Offered.. Devin Stone.. a spot...in the..Styles...MAFIA!
Hazard lets him go as Spaz goes into a coughing fit from being deprived of air. A giant face palm, heard from miles, follows this.
Hazard: Thanks a lot you moron. As if things weren't bad enough between Hunter and I. You go and pull a stunt like this? Do you get paid to be this stupid or does it just come naturally?
Spaz: Well I...
Hazard: You know what? Keep your yap shut. And I guess..let's go get this over with.
Hazard threw both arms up in frustration as they continue to make their way to what we can only assume is the locker room of the Styles Mafia, where the rest of the members await them. The scene fades shortly after.
RETURN TO RELEVANCE
TypeTwo man segment
Length5 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating29%
Crowd Reaction40%
Overall Rating34%
VS
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 ontop of the stage. The fans seem almost at a stand still 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 following contest is scheduled for one fall…introducing first from Chicago, Illinois Dave Dreadful!!!!!
The N.E.W Arena pops for Chicago’s own Dreadful. He acknowledges the crowd and looks across the ring to Johnny Corino who was already in the ring.
Jill Matthews: A strong influx of Chicago based wrestlers trying to make their name in their hometown. David Dreadful is one of these highly talented guys that is looking to make his name on the big stage.
Vince Walters: Well Johnny Corino is no slouch either. This should be a highly conteste match. I am sure The Boss is going to watch this one closely.
Jill Matthews: And I am sure the Youngblood Champ will pay attention as well. These guys could be future contenders for that title.
The bell rings as the two upstarts immediately go after each other. After a brief exchange Corino gets the better of Dreadful and hits a snap suplex followed by a Shining Wizard. Corino however fails to follow up due to getting distracted by the crowd.
Jill Matthews: The Chicago crowd is impartial to the Chicago Kid here. Johnny Corino is falling right into their plans of distracting him.
As Corino goes to follow up Dreadful starts to fight back with some right hands of his own. After a swift kick to the midsection he whips Corino off the ropes and hits a nice leg lariat. He then follows up with anice bulldog as the crowd shows their support for their native son. Dreadful attempts to head to the top rope but Corino catches him and sets him up for a superplex and he nails it. He goes for the cover
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2…
Dreadful kicks out at two. Corino applies a headlock as the action comes to a close.
Vince Walters: So far it has been a back and forth match. Corino has that head lock in really tight. Ref better check for a choke here.
Jill Matthews: since when did you care about the rules?
Vince Walters: Hey I respect the rules babe, there is just some people I really can’t stand.
David Dreadful finally starts to stir. Still gingering his back he finally gets up and delivers three elbows to the side of Corino. Corino finally breaks he hold and Dreadful bounces off the ropes and hits a clothesline. He follows up with another and then hits the Pepsi Twist!!! Corino is now in a world of hurt her as Dreadful looks to finish him off. He once again heads towards the top rope but once again Corino catches him.
Jill Matthews: I think Dreadful needs to abandon the tope rope strategy here.
Corino throws Dreadful off and attempts a super kick, however Dreadful blocks it and delivers a European Uppercut that backs Corino into the turnbuckle. Dreadful then delivers the Yakuza Kick!!!! Corino stumbles out of the corner and Dave goes for the Brain Dead but Corino counters it into a roll up.
Jill Matthews: What a magnificent counter by Corino here,but look at the counter by Dreadful!!!
Dreadful breaks the roll up and locks in the WINDY CITY SPECIAL!!!!
Vince Walters: Dead center in the ring too!!!
Corino fights it but Dreadful really leans back on it and forces Corino to tap out!!!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner…. DAVID DREADFUL!!!!!!
Jill Matthews: Impressive by David Dreadful here. But props to Johnny Corino. I don’t think we will hear the last from either of these guys here in the NEW!!
Winner by Submission: David Dreadful
CORINO VS DREADFUL
Type1 vs 1
Length5 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating35%
Crowd Reaction46%
Overall Rating41%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The man standing in front of the mirror is getting ready for battle against an old enemy and never friend. He is wearing his Myth Killer green and black tights and exposing his bare chest. The final touches to the tape on his fists have been taken care of and he is in game on mode. The focus is needed for a formidable foe. It is only when the gaze into the mirror is seen that Hazard walks into the room. Hunter is on his game as he turns his head to the side to see Hazard. His body remains in place as Hazard gives him a menacing glare as Spaz dances around him.
Hunter: I see you are trying to do something with Devin Stone. In the future you need to talk to me about this shit. Know your fucking role bitch.
Hazard walks to Hunter in one motion without changing expressions and wraps his large hand around the throat of his stable mate. His eyes peirce the form of the man who has had sop much to say about Hazard.
Hazard: You care to rethink your words?
Hunter responds to the throttling by laughing at him with what little air he has left in his body. Jesse has entered the room and tries pulling Hazard off of Hunter but moving a monster is never easy. Finally Hazard relents as Hunter is still chuckling at him.
Hunter: You see there is a method to my madness, Haz. You have not been a monster since I beat your ass for the Extreme Title. You became a comedic joke with Jen before you left. It is time you are the monster you always could be before I smacked that ass. And we all know monsters are better when they are pissed off. I am not busting my ass to lead this team to victory and into WWX.
Jesse: Would you mind telling me who in the fuck put you in charge of The Styles Mafia?
Hunter: You did.
Jesse: What in the fuck did you just say?
Hunter: Your ass put me in charge when I became the representative of the team to qualify for World War X. you have plenty to worry about. I got this.
Hazard: The only thing you are going to get is an ass kicking.
Hunter: Because you have kicked my ass so many times? I am motivating you top become the monster. I am pissing your ass off on purpose. The fact of the matter is that King of Pain Ray Andrews is coming up short. I am not damned near killing myself to get to World War X only to fucking lose. The fact of the matter is I need you to be unstoppable. I need the fucking monster. It is not that I want it. I have no fucking choice because Ray is being a bitch. If we are going to win it is because you and I destroy the competition. DO you understand Haz?
Hazard: You are still a prick.
Hunter: As if that is an insult. Now get on your flow and take everything I say as motivation. I killed the monster once now I am giving it life.
Hazard growls angrily at me. He does not seem to agree with Hunter’s opinions as if he cares. Spaz is jumping around like the idiot he always is.
Hazard: You never killed me you got lucky. That will never happen again.
Hunter: You want a piece of me then we do it after World War X. Until then we have to carry this fucking team because Ray is not on his game. If you want to win and be the monster you once were then get it going. If there is anything I know about World War X is I cannot do it by myself. That is why I hate this fuggin event. Relying on others is not my strong point and it is not yours either. We work together and win WWX for The Styles Mafia and we are set.
Hazard: SO let me see if I have this right. If we work together for a short time then I will get my hands around your throat legally? So I can choke you so you cannot run your mouth about you kicking my ass which never happened? You got a deal ass hole. Come on Spaz we got shit to take care of.
Spaz: You are damned right! I have plans for a date with The Big nasty. I am going to stick my dick up his ass big nasty style baby!
Hazard: Whatever.
Hazard walks out of the room in an angry mood as Hunter looks at Jesse. Jesse does not appear to be happy with Hunter as the man drinks his coffee. Jesse points his finger angrily at his chest as they begin a tense conversation.
Jesse: Let me make one thing clear to you asshole. I am in charge of the Styles Mafia.
Hunter: It was named after you and you are a founding father of it. But get this straight. In the ring I am the lead dog. You can control what the fuck ever you want to. I am the one who has to go into World War X and win the fucking match. I need to get the others on the same page if we are going to dominate as we both want to. You can pull whatever bitch move you want but in the end it is my talent in the ring that is going to get done what you want done. Do you want to win World War X?
Jesse: Your damned right I want to win world War X. There is nothing more important to me than winning World War X.
Hunter: Then shut the hell up and let me lead this team. We all know you are the lead dog backstage but I am the lead dog in the fucking ring. If these guys are not on the same page we will lose. If I learned anything from the seizure known as the business it is that. Now I have a match to win. Get the fuck out of my way.
Jesse: Enjoy your coffee asshole.
Jesse laughs as his old enemy and sometimes friend walks out of the room like the asshole that he is. Jesse is getting his payback in their friendly rivalry and he is going to enjoy the fireworks.
A MAFIA CONFRONTATION
TypeTwo man segment
Length8 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating52%
Crowd Reaction63%
Overall Rating58%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Jill: "We've got some exciting matchups coming up later on the evening as Tori Notorious, Seth Iser, Hunter Valentyne and
many more have one last chance to qualify for War Games at World War X." Vince: "One last chance for them to get in this epic showdown next week. I can't wait to see who makes the cut. For now,
let's sit back and enjoy the-----
In mid sentence, Vince Walters' mike is cut and unbeknowngst to Jill and Tom, so is theirs.
Vince: (talking backstage via headset) "I'm having some tech---" (to Jill) "Even my headset.....dead"
Jill: "Ladies and-----" (to Vince) "Mine too"
We see both Vince and Jill trying to speak into the backup microphones to no avail as the entire broadcast grows deathly quiet. Both motion to ring announcer Tom Davis and he signals that his mike is dead as well.
By this point, the entire arena has fallen utterly silent and the ringside tech crew has began a mad scramble to restore audio to the Ignite broadcase.At random, the camera feed cuts live to the production trailer where the show's Executive Producer attempts to fill the dead air with a quick commerical for Lay's new Chicken and Waffles flavored potato chips.
The silence is suddenly broken by an off-camera voice.
"don't touch that dial!!!!"
WHAP!!!! WHAP!!!!! WHAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We see not the assailant, but we do see a barbed wire wrapped aluminum bat splitting the entire production crew's skulls open in crystal clear HD.
Suddenly, the off camera voice speaks again: "NEW destroyed my life..........now it's time to destroy N-E-W!"
As the producer lies in a pool of his own blood, we hear nothing more than the slamming of the trailer's door.
Meanwhile. things instantaneously return to normal at ringside.
Vince: "Folks, we apologize for the technical difficulties. We don't know what's going on but it apears that our
Executive Producer has been brutally attacked by what appeared to be a barbed wire wrapped bat. We'll have more information
as it develops
COMMERCIAL FREE
TypeOne man segment
Length3 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating2%
Crowd Reaction8%
Overall Rating5%
VS
Tom Davis: The following match is scheduled for one fall, stood in the ring at this time is Marcus Garland Deniro.
Marcus nods at the acknowledgement and stretches out in the ring.
Tom Davis: And his opponent now approaching the ring is none other than Renegade!!!!!
Tom Davis: The following match is scheduled for one fall, approaching the ring is none other than Renegade!!!!!
Smoke rises through the steel grates as a spot light shines upon the stage, looking for Renegade. Lights fade to a deep blue, giving an eerie look against the smoke. The beat from the cells filters throughout the arena, the slow melody adding to the anticipation. Movement as a figure is now seen hidden behind the cover of smoke.
Lights now flash as the smoke begins to slightly fade as Renegade finally moves forward, revealing himself to the crowd. He proceeds down the ramp as the lights came back on, now being fully visible. He keeps his head down as he walks towards the ring, concentrating on the lyrics of his music, staying as focused as he could. Approaching the ring apron, he turns one hundred and eighty degrees, facing the entrance. Raising his head he nods at the entrance, turning back, he pulls himself onto the apron. Wiping his feet in the mat, he enters the ring through the top and middle rope. He takes a long look at Marcus before he acknowledges the crowds.
Vince Walters: Interesting matchup.
The two men lock up and Renegade quickly performs a go-behind and snares a hammerlock on Marcus. He ducks down and ends up behind Renegade. He grabs Renegade in a side headlock and then steps into his knee, forcing him down. Renegade escapes the hold and drops to his stomach, taking Marcus down with drop toehold and then quickly applying a headlock as he lies on the mat. Marcus slips out and gets to his feet just as Renegade does at the same time. Both walk around the ring nodding at each other.
Jill Matthews: Good stuff there Vince?
Vince Walters: Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!!
They both tie up again. Renegade takes Marcus into a headlock, Marcus reverses it. He pushes Renegade into the ropes and sends him off. Marcus leapfrogs over Renegade and then springboards off the ropes and takes Renegade down with a clothesline. Marcus covers. .................1 ................. Renegade kicks out.
Jill Matthews: Pay attention to the match Vince as that is what you're paid for.
Vince Walters: Yeah, yeah okay.
Marcus hits a couple of right hands as he pushes Renegade into the ropes and then whips him off. But Renegade reverses the Irish Whip and then as Marcus comes off the ropes, he snaps him over with an Arm Drag. Marcus rolls through to his feet and charges at Renegade, who snaps him over with another Arm Drag, this time he holds on with a Sitting Reverse Arm bar. Marcus pulls himself up to his feet. Renegade keeps the arm wrench locked on. Marcus rolls through, he kips up and then reverses the arm wrench into a Hammerlock and then pushes Renegade off to the ropes again and bounces off the opposite ropes with a High Leg Clothesline. Renegade goes down. Marcus makes the cover but is reversed by Renegade.....................1 ..................2 ................... Marcus kicks out.
Renegade hits the mat in frustration, and he brings Marcus quickly to the feet. Renegade throws a few punches out of frustration, Marcus ducks and kicks him in the gut. Renegade is sent to the ropes and as he comes back Marcus launches him in the air and Renegade’s body folds as it lands across the top rope. Marcus smiles as he uses the ropes for leverage as he stomps him. Marcus brings Renegade to his feet and pushes him in to the corner. He slaps Renegade across the chest a few times and then takes him to the top. The crowd gasps as both men stand on the top rope, Marcus hooks Renegade as to be going for a Superplex but Renegade pushes him away and to his feet. Marcus comes right back at Renegade, and is hooked in a ddt position. Renegade plants Marcus to the mat head first with a swinging DDT. The crowd goes nuts again for Renegade’s huge offensive move. Renegade goes to cover Marcus again…1….2…Marcus’s foot is on the rope and referee calls for Renegade to break the pin. Renegade brings Marcus to his feet before he hits him with a lariat which knocks him over the top rope to the floor below and follows him out. Both men are on the outside and Renegade pulls Marcus to his feet.
Vince Walters: It's about to get brutal Jill, like I would on you if we ever fought!!!
Jill Matthews: You’d scream like a bitch.
Marcus is hit with a few short kicks, and then a heel kick to the head. He is positioned by Renegade on his back below the ring and Renegade balances himself on the middle ring rope. He springs off the ring and in the air in a leg drop, but Marcus moves. Renegade comes crashing down on the outside and Marcus gets to his feet and taps his head as to be saying he is the smartest of the two. Marcus quickly slides into the ring, and as Renegade struggles to his feet on the outside Marcus quickly bounces off the ropes inside the ring. Just as his opponent turns around, Marcus flips to the outside and catches him with a plancha. The fans go nuts and Marcus gets right back to his feet.
Vince Walters: Good move.
Both guys slowly get to their feet and roll into the ring. Marcus runs to the ropes but is met by a clothesline from Renegade. Renegade lifts him into position and hits a power slam. He goes for the count.............1........2...........3!!!!!!!
RENEGADE VS MGD
Type1 vs 1
Length4 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating29%
Crowd Reaction38%
Overall Rating33%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
As we come back from commercial break the lights dim and blue strobe lights hit the rampway. As a new theme plays,
"I hurt myself today.....too see if I still feel....I focus on the pain.....the only thing that's real.....the needle tears a hole.....the old familier sting.....try to kill it all away....but....I remember anyway....What have I become....My sweetest thing....Everyone I know goes away....In the end!....And, you could have it all my empire of dirt... I will let you down i will make you hurt."
"Hurt" by Johnny Cash continues to play over the speakers and out steps the Owner of New Edge Wrestling Jesse Styles himself wearing black jeans, his black wife beater, black boots, and black sun glasses. He slowly walks down the ramp with a bit of that cold look across his face, just ignoring fans that are booing him loudly, in his home town mind you. He then reaches the ring stairs, grabbing a microphone from Tom Davis, climbing up the stairs, and into the ring before placing the microphone up to his lips as he walks to the middle of the ring.
Jill Mathews: Well new music for the boss man I see and might I say rather erie music....
Vince Walters: He's the boss he can have whatever music he wants. Now, hush, let''s see what's on the man's mind.
The fans continue to boo very loudly as Jesse lowers the mic then raises it once more looking slowly around at all the Chicago fans in attendance.
Jesse Styles: Love you all too so much....
More boos fill the arena along with some chants that are not very nice but none of this seems to phase the cold look across the boss's face.
Jesse Styles: Now I am out here tonight in this ring at this moment in time to make an announcement then I will let her do the talking because frankly you morons don't deserve to even hear my voice. So my announcement, effective as of this morning, I have hired a Vice President of Operations to help me run the day to day duties of New Edge. As for who this person is, well, ladies and gentlemen, I will let you see for yourself. Hit the music.
The arena suddenly falls into silence, as the lights fade to only a slight glow. Blue smoke floods from the entrance, and the crowd is then immersed in lighting of a similar color. The soft tune of the intro to 'Alice Alice' by Victim Effect begins to trickle through the speakers, the fans whispering amongst themselves before the first verse plays eerily throughout the arena, and the lights traveling very slowly with the beat.
"Should we yet document audacity, your last allegations we write.
With yet another man-made miracle, this borders on the spiritual...
It's time... we came... to fight.
And should we open our eyes, then we'd know... that the lines we once drew in the sand turned to stone.
If we ever held back what we write... then our message is clear, my dear.
It all ends tonight."
As the music picks up, the lights travel to the top of the ramp, and they dim, as a figure steps out. The music seems to cut off, and suddenly blasts as the lights blindingly flash back on...
"Alice Alice, the.. Queen is raging!
The... Cheshire cat with the smiling fading!
A pawn! Eight, squares. Now, her... majesty.
Oh we're curious to know which hole you followed the white rabbit down!"
The music continues to play but is drowned out by the screams and cheers of the fans. Standing at the top of the ramp near the curtain is none other than the Queen of Xtreme herself, a long time fan-favorite... Vanessa! She sports a black leather mini dress with a single red heart on the left side. On her feet are half-calf boots, wrapped in chains. As the crowd continues to applaud, standing up from their seats excitedly, V calmly strolls down the ramp, ignoring the fans. She slides under the bottom rope and pops to her feet, doing her signature curtsy toward Jesse before smirking as he hands her the mic.
Vince Walters: Ugh... her...
Jill Matthews: Oh my god it's Vanessa! I'm such a fan! I can't wait to hear what she has to say!!
Vanessa: Well doesn't this bring back some memories... hello all. How is everyone tonight?!
The fans cheer ecstatically, as the cameras pan along the crowd, then back to Jesse, who's half smirking rather evilly. V's cheerful, kind smile suddenly tranforms to match the NEW owner's as she speaks her next words in a venomous tone.
Vanessa: Good. Now shut the fuck up kids because I'm about to bless you irrelevant peasants with the voice of a Queen.
Jill Matthews: ...what?
Vince Walters: ...YES! It's her BETTER personality!
Vanessa: Shut up Vince.
Vince Walters: Yes MA'AM!
Jill Matthews: This is not the Vanessa we all know and love...
Vanessa: Very good Jill. Would you like a pat on the back? A cookie perhaps? How about I simply bless you with what I have to say, hm? You see... Jesse came to me recently and... let's just say I've had a change of heart. Basically, I don't have one! Well... not for you supposed 'fans' anymore.
Jill Matthews: This can't be happening...
Vince Walters: Oh it is Jill... it sure as hell is!
Vanessa: Now... to speak to someone far more important than any of you...Hi, Jesse. How's life?
Jesse looks at Vanessa, taking his sun glasses off, before just giving her a stare for a moment then putting his sun glasses on and grabbing another microphone from the time keeper at ringside. He then walks back over to Vanessa, taking his sun glasses off and giving a half smile once more.
Jesse Styles: Much better now that you are here, honestly.
The fans boo once again, and Jesse shakes his head.
Jesse Styles: Do you morons really think we care if you boo us? I mean, seriously? Look at us! Rich, former world champions, people in power, and look at yourselves, barely able to pay for a freaking wrestling ticket!
Jill Mathews: That's just plain mean.
Vince Walters: This is making me a happy man.
Jill Mathews: You seriously should just get out of your chair and go give them both a big hug then.
Vince Walters: No, I am enjoying the entertainment from right here. Wouldn't wanna interupt them.
Jesse Styles: Now, Miss Vanessa here has a decision tonight, actually, that I know she wishes to address, and she has my full backing so by all means, Vanessa.
Vanessa: Oh what fun. I'd like to call out Mr. Clark Benson!!
The still unhappy fans look toward the entrance, where Clark nervously comes out from. He slowly makes his way down to the ring as Jesse moves to the commentators' table and stands beside Jill with a half grin painted on his face. Matthews speaks out warily.
Jill Matthews: I'm getting replaced aren't I....
Vince Walters: Well, it was nice knowin' ya Jill. I'll miss your breasts!
Jill Matthews: Asshole.....
Vanessa: Chill Jill, I'm not replacing you... though if you keep acting like a damned moron I might consider it. Ugh, anywhooo... Clark... sweety... I'm not at all sorry to inform you that you are, without any regret from me... fired.
Jill Matthews: What?!
Vince Walters: This just keeps getting better and better!
The fans boos return, growing in sound as Clark's eyes widen. He begins begging her not to fire him, as Jesse continues watching coldly, a very slight hint of amusement on his face. V looks down at Benson as he pleads with her, before sighing.
Vanessa: Well... how about this... kiss the ground where I stand, then go kiss the ground where Jesse stands. If you do that, I may consider keeping you here.
Jill Matthews: Oh God, don't do it Clark...
Vince Walters: I'm enjoying this... seriously, I am having a blast!
Clark looks at Vanessa, then at Jesse, hesitates for a second, then drops to the ground and kisses the ring's mat. He grimaces, then stands and heads over to Styles to do the same to the ground Jesse stands on.
Jesse Styles: Don't bother going to the ground for me Clark. A hand shake will do just fine man.
Clark looks nervous, still almost in tears, as he sticks his hand out, and Jesse shakes it then WHAM HYPE KICK!!!
Jesse Hype Kicks Clark Benson, laying him out near Jill's feet. He then walks towards the rampway waiting for Vanessa.
Vince Walters: HYPE KICK BABY!!!! This is what I call entertainment.
Jill Mathews: Clark, are you okay?! Clark?!
Vanessa: Ooo that's gotta hurt. Doesn't look like you all liked that very much.
The crowd's boos grow louder, making V laugh in amusement. She lifts a hand to wave a finger at them condescendingly.
Vanessa: Now, now, no need to be so negative. I have a fantastic replacement. I call her my best friend and/or Titanic Tits, but you can call her Ireland's Finest... Dawn Ashby!
V applauds Dawn, who has been standing near the back barricades this entire time. The crowd continues their booing, as the cameras pan to Vince, who is cheering, and Jill, who rolls her eyes. Vanessa then puts the mic back to her lips.
Vanessa: Well friends, it's been a blast, and it'll be a pleasure being a part of the fed that made me the level of royalty that I am today... with no damned help from all of you, of course. But eh. Things in New Edge Wrestling are gonna get sexy from now on. That's the Queen's decree, after all.
With that, V casually tosses the mic to a ring aid and walks towards the rampway after Jesse.
As the crowd continues to boo loudly, we cut away to the next commercial break featuring an commercial where Devin Stone is the spokesman for Viagra.
A HIRING AND A FIRING.
TypeTwo man segment
Length4 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating67%
Crowd Reaction77%
Overall Rating72%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Tom Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first ….....weighing in at 235 pounds.......hailing from Louisville, KY ….........Patrick Jones!!!!!!!!
“Wanted Man” by Rev Theory fills the arena. After a few seconds, Jones bursts onto the ramp with a surge of energy. At the top of the ramp, he drops to a knee with a big, over-handed fist pump. Patrick takes a moment to enjoy the cheers around him and collect his thoughts before hopping to his feet. He jogs down the ramp, talking to and high-fiving fans, trying to get them as pumped up and ready to go as he is. Jones goes straight from the ramp and jumps onto the ring apron before ducking through the second and third rope, spinning a full circle as he looks out into the crowd.
And his opponent..........weighing in at 310 pounds.........hailing from Parts Unknown and accompanied by Spaz......The Monster known as 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 ring. 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.
[Bell Rings....Ding...Ding.....Ding]
Vince Walters: Here we go folks , both men immediately lock up and Hazard drives Patrick Jones to the ropes showing his power advantage and the referee breaks them up.
Jill Matthews: Patrick Jones appears to be analyzing Hazard in a cerebral like style.
Vince Walters: Hazard attempts to go back on the prowl and an Enzuigiri delivered by Patrick Jones and Hazard is down but he is getting up and Jones drops a double axe handle on Hazard.
Jill Matthews: Jones is trying to keep Hazard down and off balance.
Vince Walters: Jones rolls up Hazard for the pin 1..Kickout! Hazard tries to get up but Jones with a take down. OH My Hazard reached out and now has Jones by the throat as he stands up with Jones and Hazard has a crazed look in his eyes. "13th Floor" (Sitout Chokeslam)!
Jill Matthews: Jones just felt the power of Hazard.
Vince Walters: Hazard now stalks the downed Jones. He kicks Jones in the side and Jones is writhing in pain a bit. Now Hazard picks Jones up and tosses him into the corner. Jones is trying to regain control of himself here, as he staggers a bit and what the hell?
Jill Matthews: That’s Spaz , he crawled from under the ring and has jumped up on the apron and is waving at Patrick Jones like a taunt.
Vince Walters: Patrick Jones just punched Spaz in the mouth sending Spaz to the floor outside. Jones starts to turn around but OMG! Hazard delivers the "Half Past Dead" (Vicious Clothesline from hell to the back of his opponent's skull.)
Vince Walters: Jones is down and Hazard goes for the pin 1...2...Shoulder Up! Hazard is looking at referee Scott Allen.
Jill Matthews: He thought the count was a little slow.
Vince Walters: A few punches to Jones head by Hazard. Jones gets a hold of Hazard and rolls him up again , but Hazard kicks out. Jones jumps up and tries to go for the Zoned Out (Superkick ) as Hazard gets up but he misses the monster who ducks under and now Jones connects with a spinning back kick.
Vince Walters: Hazard into the ropes bounces off and delivers a clothesline to Jones who goes down hard on canvas.
Jill Matthews: I don’t Jones expected Hazard to display that type of speed and agility because I think he was going to get up another Zoned Out. Man he is down hard.
Vince Walters: Well Hazard is on the top turnbuckle and is he going to do what I think he is YES! Hazard with "Crush Theory" (Moonsault). Referee Scott Allen counts 1..2...3..it's over.
[Bell Rings....Ding...Ding.....Ding]
Tom Davis: The winner of this match by pinfall...........Hazard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jill Mathews: Spaz is still knocked out at ringside. Someone better get him some help.
Vince Walters: I wouldn't worry about that. Hazard will kick Spaz in the nuts and he will get up like he always does.
IGNITE 26 INFO
DateFebruary 24, 2013 at 3 pm
VenueN.E.W Arena
DeadlineFebruary 23, 2013 at 9 pm
Rating51
Attendance103,050
Gate$3,091,500
Travel Cost$0
Event Cost$25,000
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
‘Prayer’ by Disturbed plays over the PA and Valora walks out from the back, pulling the hood on her hoodie down and looking over the crowd, smirking at the mixed reaction she’s getting before flipping the crowd off, her smirk growing as she watches the crowd react exactly as she planned. Making her way down to the ring, she grabs a mic and climbs into the ring, looking around at the crowd...
Vince Walters: “Uh.. here we go. Now she’ll never shut up.”
Jill Matthews: “She has a right to talk and be proud, given what she accomplished!”
Valora slowly paces around the ring, seemingly soaking up the reaction for a few moments before smiling and nodding.
Valora: “Well, well well. You know... since day fuckin’ one here, I’ve come out, told people what I was gonna do. Came out and done it... and mother fuckers are always surprised. I told you fuckin’ gringos that Triple X wasn’t a God.. that he could be beaten. I told you that I’d be the one to end his ‘legendary’ win streak.. and.. guess what? I fuckin’ did it!”
The crowd gives Val a mixed reaction as she stands in the middle of the ring of the ring basking in the energy from the crowd as she looks out over the crowd.
Valora: “Roger Wright. Hunter Valentyne. Triple X. These are just a few of the ‘best of NEW’ that have been beaten by me. All three of those men will tell you about their ‘legendary’ careers. Now, I’d say it looks like I’m the fuckin’ Legend Killer, but that’s way too cliche. I’ll just stick with... New, Vet, ‘NEW Legend’ I don’t give a FUCK! Get in my way, and Val makes you her next victim.”
Chants of ‘Val’s gonna kill you!’ break out, causing Val to roll her eyes and shake her head. But she also takes a look at the crowd and tilts her head curiously, as if realizing something
Vince Walters: “You know... when Valora is quiet with that look on her face.. it always seems to make her more scary...”
Jill Matthews: “Well no one accused her of being completely sane, but she is a top notch talent in the ring.”
Valora: “Well... wonders never cease.. seems he was right. Hmm. Anyways. Consider this your warning.. I’m the alpha bitch here. I’m on the rise. Stay tuned, kids...I got more victims to make as I continue to make my own legend here in NEW.”
Valora smirks as she turns to the back and holds her arms up.
Valora: “Time to play. I’m just gettin’ warmed up, bitches. I am hitting my fuckin’ prime, takin’ my career and my abilities to a whole nother level. I can’t wait to find out who the next victim is. Lets bring on the pain... lets bring on the blood.. I’ve ended one legendary run. I’m about to build another legend to take its place. Rest in Peace, X. Next time, be careful who you run your mouth off at.
Now, as for the rest of the NEW roster... Triple X and I are different in another way too. One way he inflated his streak was by avoiding fights with those he considered beneath him. Not me. Like I said. Get in my way, you become the next fuckin’ victim. You’ve been warned.”
Valora exits the ring and walks to the backstage area, before pausing and turning, her trademark smirk re-appearing on her face.
Valora: “Oh yeah.. American Icon. I heard your little interview. Look at X. Learn from him. He fell right into the trap I baited for him. You sure I’m not doing the same with you, old man? Be careful that you don’t end up the next victim.”
Valora turns and heads backstage, disappearing from view.
Vince Walters: “Well.. Valora did some gloating but she’s still pissed. She’s like... constantly PMSing or something.”
Jill Matthews: “I’m soo telling her you said that. But I wanna know who the ‘he’ she referred to was. She said ‘he was right.’ Who was she talking about?”
Vince Walters: “Who the fuck knows with Valora...”
VALORA OPENS THE SHOW, AGAIN!
TypeOne man segment
Length5 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating100%
Crowd Reaction100%
Overall Rating100%
VS VS
Chris Miller and John Dample are both standing in the ring, waiting for the third and final competitor in this opening debut match.
Jill Matthews: This should be an exciting way to kick off tonight's action. We've heard strong statements from both John Dample and The Virus.
Vince Walters: Yeah, but where has The War Machine been? The guy was as quiet as a mouse all week long. Hope he's prepared for tonight!
Jill Matthews: Well, I'm sure we'll find out soon enough!
Tom Davis: And their opponent! From parts unknown, weighing in at two hundred thirty six pounds, and standing six feet even. Ladies and gentlemen, The VIRUS!
"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 opponents. Making it inside the ring he removes his fedora and his trench coat tossing them to one of the corners and then begins bouncing around and stretching, becoming loose for the fight to come.
Jill Matthews: Quite the entrance by newcomer The Virus.
Vince Walters: Yeah, but look at the other two men. Neither one look very impressed.
The bell sounds as Miller and Dample charge right at The Virus, unleashing a series of punches and kicks. They slingshot him off the ropes and connect with a double clothesline.
Jill Matthews: Looks like Dample and Miller are going to work together here.
Vince Walters: You know, the bottom feeders tend to run in packs.
Jill Matthews: Real clever, Vince.
Jill rolls her eyes at Vince. Meanwhile, back in the ring Miller and Dample have Virus trapped in a corner and are now stomping him into the canvas. He tries to defend from the onslaught but there are just too many boots coming at him. To prevent from getting into a hole early on, The Virus wisely rolls outside to catch his wind. Dample seizes the opportunity and starts to club Miller in the small of his back.
Vince Walters: What are you doing, idiot! He was just your best friend a minute ago and now you're attacking him?!
Jill Matthews: It wasn't a bad move at all. Dample knew Miller was distracted and he took advantage of it.
During the chaos, Virus has gotten back to his feet and is climbing onto the apron. Neither one of his opponents notice as he springboards off the ropes and nails them both with a plancha dive. Miller getting the brunt of the damage as Dample was dazed but not really affected by it.
Jill Matthews: Virus with the cover on Miller!
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2....
Dample stomps the back of Virus' head as he continues to wail away with boots, but Virus endures the punishment as me makes his way back to his feet. Miller has also gotten himself back to a vertical base. The three stand in the center of the ring, exchanging blows with each other. Virus hits Dample. Dample hits Miller. Miller hits Virus. The flurry of punches go on for another ten seconds or so before all three men run off opposite ropes and come back to the middle of the ring. Virus nails Miller in the face with a spinning heel kick and at the same time, he also hits Dample with a back elbow, much to the crowd's delight.
Vince Walters: How did he do that?!
Jill Matthews: The Virus looking very impressive here in the early going!
Virus picks Dample up this time and locks him in the clutches of a rolling knee bar as John Dample tries to reach out for the ropes. Just as he's about to submit, Miller kicks Virus square in the forehead as this forces him to break the hold.
Jill Matthews: The Virus was a hiccup away from victory there!
Vince Walters: I'd love to hear you hiccup when you...
Jill Matthews: Don't even finish that sentence..
Miller and Virus are duking it out once more as Dample is holding his right knee, struggling to get back up and into the fight. Suddenly, Virus connects with a series of punches and kicks to Miller, who's pretty much out on his feet now.
Jill Matthews: We've seen The Virus do that in other companies! I believe that combination is the prelude to his Lethal Injection, Vince!
Vince Walters: Lethal Injection, huh? You know, if you want..
Jill Matthews: I don't, so can it.
Vince Walters: Damn it!
Virus hooks Miller up in a suplex position but before he can hoist him into the air, Dample comes out of nowhere and clobbers Virus with a European Uppercut. This not only causes him to lose his hold on Miller, who hits the canvas in a daze, but also backs him up as Dample hits him with a second European uppercut! And a third! And a fourth! And a fifth!
Vince Walters: Damn, look at Dample! He's really giving Virus the business!
Dample grabs Virus by the throat and points to the sky. He lifts him up for a chokeslam but in mid move, Virus wraps himself around the arm of Dample and drags him to the ground with an armbar. He wrenches back on it repeatedly as his opponent tries to muscle his way to the ropes. Virus releases the hold as Dample is now clutching his arm. Virus grabs Miller by the back of his head and hurls him over the top rope. He then lines Dample up, who is just starting to get to his feet again.
Jill Matthews: This doesn't look good for Dample.
As Dample turns toward Virus, he too gets hit with that combination of punches and kicks that Miller tasted earlier on. Virus wastes no time, however, as he grabs Dample and lifts him up in a suplex position, then driving his head right into the mat with what he refers to as "Lethal Injection". Virus makes the cover afterwards.
1.....
2.....
3!!!!!
Tom Davis: Ladies and gentlemen! The winner of this match via pinfall, THE VIRUS!!
Jill Matthews: Strong showing by the newcomer here tonight, Vince!
Vince Walters: That move should be banned! Did you see the angle in which he drove Dample's head into the mat?!
Jill Matthews: You always find something to bitch about, don't you?
OPENING 3 WAY DEBUT MATCH
Type1 vs 1 vs 1
Length4 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating33%
Crowd Reaction50%
Overall Rating41%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The camera catches up to the seclusion of the rafters. It looks as if Iser's peering down toward the ring for a moment before walking off now at this point... the eyes red with anger. Before he gets much further, he just freezes in place almost as if he feels or senses something and he's merely trying to locate the presence with his eyes. Suddenly from the shadows emerges a woman who is no stranger to NEW, or any part of the wrestling world. Her hands resting casually on her hips, as she sports her usual ripped tanktop, tight jeans and leather jacket... she steps into the view, and we know exactly who she is; the Baddest Bitch herself... Cera.
Finally Iser sees the familiar Cera coming from that shadow and turns warily to see her. Iser mouths something very lowly but it isn't picked up audibly by anyone. The Baddest Bitch licks her lips before speaking in a seductive tone, louder than him but still calm and soft.
Cera: Well well, hi there... Mister Iser.
Iser's tone is more direct and irritable at this point, but it might have something to do with his overall disposition of late. Cera studies her nails and seems amused as the large man speaks.
Iser: Humph... knew I sensed you. Just didn't know where this time.
Cera: I wonder... is your perception slowly deteriorating, Iser? That would be oh such a travesty.
Iser: Let's say there's a price for certain things and age is one of those prices.
Iser's face hardens in disposition now.
Iser: But more to the point... what brings you here?
Cera: Here in the rafters? Solitude, silence. Here in New Edge? Well... a return to one's roots, perhaps. You could say that I don't feel I got what I deserved all that time ago. You could even say I'm back... to simply conquer the fed. To rise to the top. Power is a beautiful thing, don't you think?
Iser: Ambition is a good and damning thing, Cera. You know that considering your upbringing. Especially the ambition of getting that type of power and prestige.
Cera: Ambition? That usually involves... hard work and determination. Ambition puts far too much morale into my desires. It's something people look up to. I don't give two and half fucks if people see what I accomplish as inspiring or whatever. I just want it so I can be above others. Maybe smash it in their faces a few times too.
She moves her gloved hands from her hips to lift them up and casually crack her knuckles, pale eyes sparkling with mischief as a wicked smirk plays upon her lips. Iser has a callous smile on his face now, almost like his face is far less wary than what it once was.
Iser: People are fickle beings at their own core and even with some of the most damning people...they can look for any little reason to like someone even if it's an asinine one.
The smile vanishes before that hardened expression resurfaces. A steely resolve.
Iser: They're enablers, Cera. Enablers. The ones that gave power to people like Reya to be in position to do things as they feel right even with other motives involved.
Cera: Eh. My sister's mind is simply in the wrong place, though I don't intend to forfeit any form of power to her or her god. The ideology she holds is... tedious. Pointless, really. Just as so many others' are. Caring for people... finding good in them? How pathetic. How illogical. Sometimes the 'good' has already been engulfed by evil. Sense simply faltering, mind simply shrouded by that heh... cold... demeanor. Either way, every motive... has some kind of selfish cause behind it. Reya's... and your's...
Iser lowers his eyes slightly behind that mask of his. He even breaks eye contact for a moment staring back down toward the ring from the rafters before turning back toward Cera.
Iser: Don't deny that you have your own form of selfishness in you either...Cera.
Cera bursts into laughter, resting her hand on her bare, toned stomach as she chuckles at Iser. Once she regains her composure, she wipes at an eye and snickers toward the man, volatile gaze resting on his as she speaks rather condescendingly...
Cera: Did you figure that out all on your own??? I could have Jen bake you a cookie! Though I can't promise what'd be in it....
Iser: Sounds like you've had too many of those cookies in your lifetime, kid.
Iser just rolls his eyes out of irritance after that. Cera simply grins again and steps closer to Iser.
Cera: Whatever could you possibly mean by that, Seth?
Iser: Believe what you want, Cera but right now...my focus is on Roger and Roger alone. He has his own sins he needs to be punished for. Then if you want to launch this particular game with me... then it'll commence. Agreed?
Cera: Heh. Whenever you want to play a far more interesting game with a far more interesting competitor, hit me up sweety. In the meantime, I'm not going to fall back. I'll always be watching, waiting... for an opportune moment to, well... do as I please.
Iser: Until then...
Iser goes to walk off at this point.
Cera: Oh, and by the way...
Before Iser can turn around to respond, Cera whips a leg up to snap her quick and infamous scorpion kick, the Xtreme Speed! The bigger man stumbles down the steps and collapses down through some of the equipment that is set up there. He isn't out cold but he's very weary, stunned, and a little pissed. Cera leans over to look at him, before the corner of her lips turn upward and she speaks in a husky, venomous tone.
Cera: ....I believe I've argued my point quite validly. We'll keep in touch, Iser.
Iser slowly pulls himself up, still a little stunned and cocks his jaw to make sure its still in place.
Iser: ...everybody's gotta learn the hard way.
As the camera pans from annoyed Iser to the receding, arrogant Cera... the scene fades...
UNWELCOMED RETURN? MEBE?
TypeTwo man segment
Length4 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating67%
Crowd Reaction73%
Overall Rating70%
VS VS
Jill Matthews: Now it's time for our second debut three way of the night!
Vince Walters: Sounds kinky.
Jill Matthews: Typical. Anyways.. Wait a moment, I've just gotten word that Tao Ishida Kun won't be participating in tonight's match. That means it will be The Cage going one on one with Tommy Sirius.
We switch to a view of the ringside area, where Sirius is already in the ring and awaiting the arrival of his opponent, The Cage.
Tom Davis: His opponent! Hailing from parts unknown! He stands five feet, ten inches tall and weighs one hundred seventy five pounds! 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 trenchcoat.
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 towards Tommy Sirius with an arrogant, conceited smile plastered onto his features. He removes his shades, staring back, awaiting the sound of the bell.
Vince Walters: Looks pretty cocky for a little shit, don't he?
Jill Matthews: Either way, this should be a good one!
The bell sounds as Cage wastes no time at all taking the fight to Sirius. He hammers him with rights and lefts as the barrage of punches forces Tommy back against the ropes. The ref is forced to jump in and break them up as Cage takes a couple steps back. As soon as the official moves, he's right back on the offensive, tearing Sirius a new one with vicious strikes all over his body. Sirius falls to one knee as Cage lines him up, then drills him right in the jaw with a vicious kick. The fans boo loudly as Cage stands there, soaking in the reaction. He stomps on Sirius a few more times for good measure.
Jill Matthews: What a brutal approach. It's almost like he's toying with Sirius, who seems to be in all sorts of trouble and early!
Vince Walters: That's the most violent ankle biter I've ever seen!
Jill Matthews: It's no mystery that The Cage has explosive outbursts, but I guess it is a little surprising given the size advantage that Sirius has over him!
As Sirius gradually gets to his feet, Cage is waiting behind him. He wraps both arms around Tommy's waste and hurls him backwards, connecting with a brutal rolling German Suplex as the crowd pops at the impact. More specifically, at the way in which Sirius' head landed on the mat.
Jill Matthews: What a German suplex by Cage!
Vince Walters: Did you see his neck fold up!?
Cage, now stalking his opponent as he walks around to Tommy's head. He picks him up and delivers another suplex, this time it's a Northern Lights Suplex that causes Tommy to bounce off the mat. All the while, a sadistic grin plays on Cage's face as the crowd continues to boo. He places on boot on the chest of Tommy as the ref slaps the mat.
1.....
2....
He removes his foot from Tommy's chest and starts to unload with boots to the sternum. The ref tries to intervene but Cage shoves him clear across the ring.
Jill Matthews: I don't know if that was a wise move, shoving the ref like that!
Vince Walters: Real intelligent, get disqualified in your first match!
The ref warns Cage, who takes a few steps back holding both arms up as if he complies. Once the ref steps to the side, Cage picks Tommy up and shoots him into the farside ropes. As Sirius comes back he's met with a thunderous spinning heel kick from Cage as a loud thud echoes throughout the arena.
Vince Walters: Tommy Sirius was almost beheaded with that kick, Jill!
Jill Matthews: What a dominant performance by The Cage! I have to admit, he's looking really strong.
Cage positions Tommy in the center of the ring and runs over to the corner. He ascends the top rope and taunts the crowd, who in return boo him. He leaps off and lands on Sirius with a huge frog splash! Cage non chalantly drapes an arm over Sirius and waits for the count.
1.....
2....
Once again, he gets off Sirius just before the three count as fans boo even louder this time. The ref warns him that Sirius has had enough but Cage ignores it and picks up Tommy once more.
Jill Matthews: That's the second time now that Cage has had Sirius beaten but refused to make the cover for a three count!
Vince Walters: He sure as hell wants to send a message to every one in the backstage!
Cage stands there for a moment, examining Sirius, who can barely stand on his own two feet. Suddenly, Cage snaps. He grabs Sirius around the waste and pastes him into the mat with a belly to belly. He rolls Sirius over onto his back and grabs his ankle. He hooks him in the Cage Lock, his variation of the ankle lock as Tommy immediately snaps out of his daze and starts to bellow out screams of pain and anguish.
Jill Matthews: Cage Lock! This could be over!
Sirius tries to reach for the ropes, but he's pretty much in the center of the ring. Cage continues to violently torque his ankle until he has no choice but to submit. The bell sounds but Cage refuses to break the hold. Tommy is squirming about and struggling to get free as he can feel his tendons ripping and bones on the verge of breaking.
Vince Walters: He's going to break his ankle!
Jill Matthews: Thank you captain obvious! But he better let that submission go or the decision will be reversed!
The ref counts to five but Cage doesn't let go. He warns him one final time and starts a second count to five, which Cage finally lets go at four. He starts to showboat to the crowd who continue to boo him. Meanwhile, Tommy's ankle doesn't look too good as he's now clutching it like something's seriously wrong. EMT's come out to help Sirius as Cage continues to celebrate his first victory in New Edge.
Tom Davis: The winner of this match via Submission! THE CAGE!
Vince Walters: Damn, that little shit is ruthless! I like it!
Jill Matthews: Somehow, that doesn't surprise me one bit.
SECOND DEBUT/REDEBUT 3 WAY
Type1 vs 1 vs 1
Length6 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating39%
Crowd Reaction48%
Overall Rating44%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The scene opens up as we see Hazard and Spaz walking through the backstage area. Well, to be more precise, Haz is walking. Spaz is skipping along like he's following the yellow brick road. They come to a sudden halt near the restrooms as Hazard turns to his much smaller counterpart.
Hazard: I'll be right back.
Spaz: Nachos gettin' to ya, are they?
Hazard: Just wait here for a damn minute!
The monster heads into the bathroom as Spaz chuckles a bit. A couple moments pass as none other than Devin Stone walks into view. Spaz places one arm up, impeding Devin from going any further. The Iconic Legend just looks at Hazard's manager with disgust.
Devin Stone: The hell do you want, you little weirdo?!
Spaz: Relax, baby cakes.. I'm here tonight, to pass on a message from the big wigs in the Styles Mafia.
Devin Stone: You're here every night, because you're Hazard's manager. You guys pulled a fast one on me before, it won't happen again!
Devin brushes Spaz's arm aside and keeps on walking, but Spaz isn't giving up that easily.
Spaz: You want to be on the winning side of your matches, don't ya?
Stone turns back, stopping dead in his tracks and showcasing an ear to ear grin. He walks back to Spaz to hear him out.
Devin Stone: I'm listening..
Spaz: I'm supposed to tell ya'.. Do good at the paper view, and you will become a full fledged member of the Styles Mafia. Now how's that make your penis feel, huh? HUH?
Devin Stone: That is none of your business you little freak. But I'm glad Jesse finally came to his senses. I was wondering when he was going to recruit REAL winners into his stable. You tell Jesse to keep a close eye one me come WWX. He'll see that I'm more than capable of being a member in the Styles Mafia!
Devin starts to walk away from Spaz, but in doing so, he also reveals his back side. BIG MISTAKE! Spaz reaches out and spanks Devin on the hiney as Stone immediately turns around.
Devin Stone: What the hell?!
He smacks Spaz across the face, which sends him flying. Stone quickly walks off as we are now fixated on Spaz, who's just getting back to his feet. He gently rubs his face where Stone's hand touched a moment earlier.
Spaz: Mmmm..I like it rough, baby! Man oh man, look at that fine ass! I hate to see him go, but I LOVE TO WATCH HIM LEAVE!
Hazard walks out of the bathroom a couple seconds later, noticing Spaz who's staring off into space, his head in the clouds. A massive erection to boot. Haza cocks his head to the side, realizing something is a little off with his manager.
Hazard: What's wrong with you?
Spaz quickly tenses up and tries to act as normal as possible.
Spaz: Oh, musta' been those nachos I ate earlier..Welp! Let's get a move on, Hazzy! Our buddies don't like to be kept waiting after all, tee hee!
Spaz goes to take a step forward, but Hazard grabs him by the throat, lifting his feet a couple inches off the ground.
Hazard: You didn't each nachos earlier, I did.. Spaz, what's going on?
He releases his grip just enough so that Spaz can respond.
Spaz: Okay, damn.. I may or may not have.. Offered.. Devin Stone.. a spot...in the..Styles...MAFIA!
Hazard lets him go as Spaz goes into a coughing fit from being deprived of air. A giant face palm, heard from miles, follows this.
Hazard: Thanks a lot you moron. As if things weren't bad enough between Hunter and I. You go and pull a stunt like this? Do you get paid to be this stupid or does it just come naturally?
Spaz: Well I...
Hazard: You know what? Keep your yap shut. And I guess..let's go get this over with.
Hazard threw both arms up in frustration as they continue to make their way to what we can only assume is the locker room of the Styles Mafia, where the rest of the members await them. The scene fades shortly after.
RETURN TO RELEVANCE
TypeTwo man segment
Length5 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating29%
Crowd Reaction40%
Overall Rating34%
VS
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 ontop of the stage. The fans seem almost at a stand still 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 following contest is scheduled for one fall…introducing first from Chicago, Illinois Dave Dreadful!!!!!
The N.E.W Arena pops for Chicago’s own Dreadful. He acknowledges the crowd and looks across the ring to Johnny Corino who was already in the ring.
Jill Matthews: A strong influx of Chicago based wrestlers trying to make their name in their hometown. David Dreadful is one of these highly talented guys that is looking to make his name on the big stage.
Vince Walters: Well Johnny Corino is no slouch either. This should be a highly conteste match. I am sure The Boss is going to watch this one closely.
Jill Matthews: And I am sure the Youngblood Champ will pay attention as well. These guys could be future contenders for that title.
The bell rings as the two upstarts immediately go after each other. After a brief exchange Corino gets the better of Dreadful and hits a snap suplex followed by a Shining Wizard. Corino however fails to follow up due to getting distracted by the crowd.
Jill Matthews: The Chicago crowd is impartial to the Chicago Kid here. Johnny Corino is falling right into their plans of distracting him.
As Corino goes to follow up Dreadful starts to fight back with some right hands of his own. After a swift kick to the midsection he whips Corino off the ropes and hits a nice leg lariat. He then follows up with anice bulldog as the crowd shows their support for their native son. Dreadful attempts to head to the top rope but Corino catches him and sets him up for a superplex and he nails it. He goes for the cover
1…
2…
Dreadful kicks out at two. Corino applies a headlock as the action comes to a close.
Vince Walters: So far it has been a back and forth match. Corino has that head lock in really tight. Ref better check for a choke here.
Jill Matthews: since when did you care about the rules?
Vince Walters: Hey I respect the rules babe, there is just some people I really can’t stand.
David Dreadful finally starts to stir. Still gingering his back he finally gets up and delivers three elbows to the side of Corino. Corino finally breaks he hold and Dreadful bounces off the ropes and hits a clothesline. He follows up with another and then hits the Pepsi Twist!!! Corino is now in a world of hurt her as Dreadful looks to finish him off. He once again heads towards the top rope but once again Corino catches him.
Jill Matthews: I think Dreadful needs to abandon the tope rope strategy here.
Corino throws Dreadful off and attempts a super kick, however Dreadful blocks it and delivers a European Uppercut that backs Corino into the turnbuckle. Dreadful then delivers the Yakuza Kick!!!! Corino stumbles out of the corner and Dave goes for the Brain Dead but Corino counters it into a roll up.
Jill Matthews: What a magnificent counter by Corino here,but look at the counter by Dreadful!!!
Dreadful breaks the roll up and locks in the WINDY CITY SPECIAL!!!!
Vince Walters: Dead center in the ring too!!!
Corino fights it but Dreadful really leans back on it and forces Corino to tap out!!!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner…. DAVID DREADFUL!!!!!!
Jill Matthews: Impressive by David Dreadful here. But props to Johnny Corino. I don’t think we will hear the last from either of these guys here in the NEW!!
Winner by Submission: David Dreadful
CORINO VS DREADFUL
Type1 vs 1
Length5 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating35%
Crowd Reaction46%
Overall Rating41%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The man standing in front of the mirror is getting ready for battle against an old enemy and never friend. He is wearing his Myth Killer green and black tights and exposing his bare chest. The final touches to the tape on his fists have been taken care of and he is in game on mode. The focus is needed for a formidable foe. It is only when the gaze into the mirror is seen that Hazard walks into the room. Hunter is on his game as he turns his head to the side to see Hazard. His body remains in place as Hazard gives him a menacing glare as Spaz dances around him.
Hunter: I see you are trying to do something with Devin Stone. In the future you need to talk to me about this shit. Know your fucking role bitch.
Hazard walks to Hunter in one motion without changing expressions and wraps his large hand around the throat of his stable mate. His eyes peirce the form of the man who has had sop much to say about Hazard.
Hazard: You care to rethink your words?
Hunter responds to the throttling by laughing at him with what little air he has left in his body. Jesse has entered the room and tries pulling Hazard off of Hunter but moving a monster is never easy. Finally Hazard relents as Hunter is still chuckling at him.
Hunter: You see there is a method to my madness, Haz. You have not been a monster since I beat your ass for the Extreme Title. You became a comedic joke with Jen before you left. It is time you are the monster you always could be before I smacked that ass. And we all know monsters are better when they are pissed off. I am not busting my ass to lead this team to victory and into WWX.
Jesse: Would you mind telling me who in the fuck put you in charge of The Styles Mafia?
Hunter: You did.
Jesse: What in the fuck did you just say?
Hunter: Your ass put me in charge when I became the representative of the team to qualify for World War X. you have plenty to worry about. I got this.
Hazard: The only thing you are going to get is an ass kicking.
Hunter: Because you have kicked my ass so many times? I am motivating you top become the monster. I am pissing your ass off on purpose. The fact of the matter is that King of Pain Ray Andrews is coming up short. I am not damned near killing myself to get to World War X only to fucking lose. The fact of the matter is I need you to be unstoppable. I need the fucking monster. It is not that I want it. I have no fucking choice because Ray is being a bitch. If we are going to win it is because you and I destroy the competition. DO you understand Haz?
Hazard: You are still a prick.
Hunter: As if that is an insult. Now get on your flow and take everything I say as motivation. I killed the monster once now I am giving it life.
Hazard growls angrily at me. He does not seem to agree with Hunter’s opinions as if he cares. Spaz is jumping around like the idiot he always is.
Hazard: You never killed me you got lucky. That will never happen again.
Hunter: You want a piece of me then we do it after World War X. Until then we have to carry this fucking team because Ray is not on his game. If you want to win and be the monster you once were then get it going. If there is anything I know about World War X is I cannot do it by myself. That is why I hate this fuggin event. Relying on others is not my strong point and it is not yours either. We work together and win WWX for The Styles Mafia and we are set.
Hazard: SO let me see if I have this right. If we work together for a short time then I will get my hands around your throat legally? So I can choke you so you cannot run your mouth about you kicking my ass which never happened? You got a deal ass hole. Come on Spaz we got shit to take care of.
Spaz: You are damned right! I have plans for a date with The Big nasty. I am going to stick my dick up his ass big nasty style baby!
Hazard: Whatever.
Hazard walks out of the room in an angry mood as Hunter looks at Jesse. Jesse does not appear to be happy with Hunter as the man drinks his coffee. Jesse points his finger angrily at his chest as they begin a tense conversation.
Jesse: Let me make one thing clear to you asshole. I am in charge of the Styles Mafia.
Hunter: It was named after you and you are a founding father of it. But get this straight. In the ring I am the lead dog. You can control what the fuck ever you want to. I am the one who has to go into World War X and win the fucking match. I need to get the others on the same page if we are going to dominate as we both want to. You can pull whatever bitch move you want but in the end it is my talent in the ring that is going to get done what you want done. Do you want to win World War X?
Jesse: Your damned right I want to win world War X. There is nothing more important to me than winning World War X.
Hunter: Then shut the hell up and let me lead this team. We all know you are the lead dog backstage but I am the lead dog in the fucking ring. If these guys are not on the same page we will lose. If I learned anything from the seizure known as the business it is that. Now I have a match to win. Get the fuck out of my way.
Jesse: Enjoy your coffee asshole.
Jesse laughs as his old enemy and sometimes friend walks out of the room like the asshole that he is. Jesse is getting his payback in their friendly rivalry and he is going to enjoy the fireworks.
A MAFIA CONFRONTATION
TypeTwo man segment
Length8 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating52%
Crowd Reaction63%
Overall Rating58%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Jill: "We've got some exciting matchups coming up later on the evening as Tori Notorious, Seth Iser, Hunter Valentyne and
many more have one last chance to qualify for War Games at World War X." Vince: "One last chance for them to get in this epic showdown next week. I can't wait to see who makes the cut. For now,
let's sit back and enjoy the-----
In mid sentence, Vince Walters' mike is cut and unbeknowngst to Jill and Tom, so is theirs.
Vince: (talking backstage via headset) "I'm having some tech---" (to Jill) "Even my headset.....dead"
Jill: "Ladies and-----" (to Vince) "Mine too"
We see both Vince and Jill trying to speak into the backup microphones to no avail as the entire broadcast grows deathly quiet. Both motion to ring announcer Tom Davis and he signals that his mike is dead as well.
By this point, the entire arena has fallen utterly silent and the ringside tech crew has began a mad scramble to restore audio to the Ignite broadcase.At random, the camera feed cuts live to the production trailer where the show's Executive Producer attempts to fill the dead air with a quick commerical for Lay's new Chicken and Waffles flavored potato chips.
The silence is suddenly broken by an off-camera voice.
"don't touch that dial!!!!"
WHAP!!!! WHAP!!!!! WHAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We see not the assailant, but we do see a barbed wire wrapped aluminum bat splitting the entire production crew's skulls open in crystal clear HD.
Suddenly, the off camera voice speaks again: "NEW destroyed my life..........now it's time to destroy N-E-W!"
As the producer lies in a pool of his own blood, we hear nothing more than the slamming of the trailer's door.
Meanwhile. things instantaneously return to normal at ringside.
Vince: "Folks, we apologize for the technical difficulties. We don't know what's going on but it apears that our
Executive Producer has been brutally attacked by what appeared to be a barbed wire wrapped bat. We'll have more information
as it develops
COMMERCIAL FREE
TypeOne man segment
Length3 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating2%
Crowd Reaction8%
Overall Rating5%
VS
Tom Davis: The following match is scheduled for one fall, stood in the ring at this time is Marcus Garland Deniro.
Marcus nods at the acknowledgement and stretches out in the ring.
Tom Davis: And his opponent now approaching the ring is none other than Renegade!!!!!
Tom Davis: The following match is scheduled for one fall, approaching the ring is none other than Renegade!!!!!
Smoke rises through the steel grates as a spot light shines upon the stage, looking for Renegade. Lights fade to a deep blue, giving an eerie look against the smoke. The beat from the cells filters throughout the arena, the slow melody adding to the anticipation. Movement as a figure is now seen hidden behind the cover of smoke.
Lights now flash as the smoke begins to slightly fade as Renegade finally moves forward, revealing himself to the crowd. He proceeds down the ramp as the lights came back on, now being fully visible. He keeps his head down as he walks towards the ring, concentrating on the lyrics of his music, staying as focused as he could. Approaching the ring apron, he turns one hundred and eighty degrees, facing the entrance. Raising his head he nods at the entrance, turning back, he pulls himself onto the apron. Wiping his feet in the mat, he enters the ring through the top and middle rope. He takes a long look at Marcus before he acknowledges the crowds.
Vince Walters: Interesting matchup.
The two men lock up and Renegade quickly performs a go-behind and snares a hammerlock on Marcus. He ducks down and ends up behind Renegade. He grabs Renegade in a side headlock and then steps into his knee, forcing him down. Renegade escapes the hold and drops to his stomach, taking Marcus down with drop toehold and then quickly applying a headlock as he lies on the mat. Marcus slips out and gets to his feet just as Renegade does at the same time. Both walk around the ring nodding at each other.
Jill Matthews: Good stuff there Vince?
Vince Walters: Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!!
They both tie up again. Renegade takes Marcus into a headlock, Marcus reverses it. He pushes Renegade into the ropes and sends him off. Marcus leapfrogs over Renegade and then springboards off the ropes and takes Renegade down with a clothesline. Marcus covers. .................1 ................. Renegade kicks out.
Jill Matthews: Pay attention to the match Vince as that is what you're paid for.
Vince Walters: Yeah, yeah okay.
Marcus hits a couple of right hands as he pushes Renegade into the ropes and then whips him off. But Renegade reverses the Irish Whip and then as Marcus comes off the ropes, he snaps him over with an Arm Drag. Marcus rolls through to his feet and charges at Renegade, who snaps him over with another Arm Drag, this time he holds on with a Sitting Reverse Arm bar. Marcus pulls himself up to his feet. Renegade keeps the arm wrench locked on. Marcus rolls through, he kips up and then reverses the arm wrench into a Hammerlock and then pushes Renegade off to the ropes again and bounces off the opposite ropes with a High Leg Clothesline. Renegade goes down. Marcus makes the cover but is reversed by Renegade.....................1 ..................2 ................... Marcus kicks out.
Renegade hits the mat in frustration, and he brings Marcus quickly to the feet. Renegade throws a few punches out of frustration, Marcus ducks and kicks him in the gut. Renegade is sent to the ropes and as he comes back Marcus launches him in the air and Renegade’s body folds as it lands across the top rope. Marcus smiles as he uses the ropes for leverage as he stomps him. Marcus brings Renegade to his feet and pushes him in to the corner. He slaps Renegade across the chest a few times and then takes him to the top. The crowd gasps as both men stand on the top rope, Marcus hooks Renegade as to be going for a Superplex but Renegade pushes him away and to his feet. Marcus comes right back at Renegade, and is hooked in a ddt position. Renegade plants Marcus to the mat head first with a swinging DDT. The crowd goes nuts again for Renegade’s huge offensive move. Renegade goes to cover Marcus again…1….2…Marcus’s foot is on the rope and referee calls for Renegade to break the pin. Renegade brings Marcus to his feet before he hits him with a lariat which knocks him over the top rope to the floor below and follows him out. Both men are on the outside and Renegade pulls Marcus to his feet.
Vince Walters: It's about to get brutal Jill, like I would on you if we ever fought!!!
Jill Matthews: You’d scream like a bitch.
Marcus is hit with a few short kicks, and then a heel kick to the head. He is positioned by Renegade on his back below the ring and Renegade balances himself on the middle ring rope. He springs off the ring and in the air in a leg drop, but Marcus moves. Renegade comes crashing down on the outside and Marcus gets to his feet and taps his head as to be saying he is the smartest of the two. Marcus quickly slides into the ring, and as Renegade struggles to his feet on the outside Marcus quickly bounces off the ropes inside the ring. Just as his opponent turns around, Marcus flips to the outside and catches him with a plancha. The fans go nuts and Marcus gets right back to his feet.
Vince Walters: Good move.
Both guys slowly get to their feet and roll into the ring. Marcus runs to the ropes but is met by a clothesline from Renegade. Renegade lifts him into position and hits a power slam. He goes for the count.............1........2...........3!!!!!!!
RENEGADE VS MGD
Type1 vs 1
Length4 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating29%
Crowd Reaction38%
Overall Rating33%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
As we come back from commercial break the lights dim and blue strobe lights hit the rampway. As a new theme plays,
"I hurt myself today.....too see if I still feel....I focus on the pain.....the only thing that's real.....the needle tears a hole.....the old familier sting.....try to kill it all away....but....I remember anyway....What have I become....My sweetest thing....Everyone I know goes away....In the end!....And, you could have it all my empire of dirt... I will let you down i will make you hurt."
"Hurt" by Johnny Cash continues to play over the speakers and out steps the Owner of New Edge Wrestling Jesse Styles himself wearing black jeans, his black wife beater, black boots, and black sun glasses. He slowly walks down the ramp with a bit of that cold look across his face, just ignoring fans that are booing him loudly, in his home town mind you. He then reaches the ring stairs, grabbing a microphone from Tom Davis, climbing up the stairs, and into the ring before placing the microphone up to his lips as he walks to the middle of the ring.
Jill Mathews: Well new music for the boss man I see and might I say rather erie music....
Vince Walters: He's the boss he can have whatever music he wants. Now, hush, let''s see what's on the man's mind.
The fans continue to boo very loudly as Jesse lowers the mic then raises it once more looking slowly around at all the Chicago fans in attendance.
Jesse Styles: Love you all too so much....
More boos fill the arena along with some chants that are not very nice but none of this seems to phase the cold look across the boss's face.
Jesse Styles: Now I am out here tonight in this ring at this moment in time to make an announcement then I will let her do the talking because frankly you morons don't deserve to even hear my voice. So my announcement, effective as of this morning, I have hired a Vice President of Operations to help me run the day to day duties of New Edge. As for who this person is, well, ladies and gentlemen, I will let you see for yourself. Hit the music.
The arena suddenly falls into silence, as the lights fade to only a slight glow. Blue smoke floods from the entrance, and the crowd is then immersed in lighting of a similar color. The soft tune of the intro to 'Alice Alice' by Victim Effect begins to trickle through the speakers, the fans whispering amongst themselves before the first verse plays eerily throughout the arena, and the lights traveling very slowly with the beat.
"Should we yet document audacity, your last allegations we write.
With yet another man-made miracle, this borders on the spiritual...
It's time... we came... to fight.
And should we open our eyes, then we'd know... that the lines we once drew in the sand turned to stone.
If we ever held back what we write... then our message is clear, my dear.
It all ends tonight."
As the music picks up, the lights travel to the top of the ramp, and they dim, as a figure steps out. The music seems to cut off, and suddenly blasts as the lights blindingly flash back on...
"Alice Alice, the.. Queen is raging!
The... Cheshire cat with the smiling fading!
A pawn! Eight, squares. Now, her... majesty.
Oh we're curious to know which hole you followed the white rabbit down!"
The music continues to play but is drowned out by the screams and cheers of the fans. Standing at the top of the ramp near the curtain is none other than the Queen of Xtreme herself, a long time fan-favorite... Vanessa! She sports a black leather mini dress with a single red heart on the left side. On her feet are half-calf boots, wrapped in chains. As the crowd continues to applaud, standing up from their seats excitedly, V calmly strolls down the ramp, ignoring the fans. She slides under the bottom rope and pops to her feet, doing her signature curtsy toward Jesse before smirking as he hands her the mic.
Vince Walters: Ugh... her...
Jill Matthews: Oh my god it's Vanessa! I'm such a fan! I can't wait to hear what she has to say!!
Vanessa: Well doesn't this bring back some memories... hello all. How is everyone tonight?!
The fans cheer ecstatically, as the cameras pan along the crowd, then back to Jesse, who's half smirking rather evilly. V's cheerful, kind smile suddenly tranforms to match the NEW owner's as she speaks her next words in a venomous tone.
Vanessa: Good. Now shut the fuck up kids because I'm about to bless you irrelevant peasants with the voice of a Queen.
Jill Matthews: ...what?
Vince Walters: ...YES! It's her BETTER personality!
Vanessa: Shut up Vince.
Vince Walters: Yes MA'AM!
Jill Matthews: This is not the Vanessa we all know and love...
Vanessa: Very good Jill. Would you like a pat on the back? A cookie perhaps? How about I simply bless you with what I have to say, hm? You see... Jesse came to me recently and... let's just say I've had a change of heart. Basically, I don't have one! Well... not for you supposed 'fans' anymore.
Jill Matthews: This can't be happening...
Vince Walters: Oh it is Jill... it sure as hell is!
Vanessa: Now... to speak to someone far more important than any of you...Hi, Jesse. How's life?
Jesse looks at Vanessa, taking his sun glasses off, before just giving her a stare for a moment then putting his sun glasses on and grabbing another microphone from the time keeper at ringside. He then walks back over to Vanessa, taking his sun glasses off and giving a half smile once more.
Jesse Styles: Much better now that you are here, honestly.
The fans boo once again, and Jesse shakes his head.
Jesse Styles: Do you morons really think we care if you boo us? I mean, seriously? Look at us! Rich, former world champions, people in power, and look at yourselves, barely able to pay for a freaking wrestling ticket!
Jill Mathews: That's just plain mean.
Vince Walters: This is making me a happy man.
Jill Mathews: You seriously should just get out of your chair and go give them both a big hug then.
Vince Walters: No, I am enjoying the entertainment from right here. Wouldn't wanna interupt them.
Jesse Styles: Now, Miss Vanessa here has a decision tonight, actually, that I know she wishes to address, and she has my full backing so by all means, Vanessa.
Vanessa: Oh what fun. I'd like to call out Mr. Clark Benson!!
The still unhappy fans look toward the entrance, where Clark nervously comes out from. He slowly makes his way down to the ring as Jesse moves to the commentators' table and stands beside Jill with a half grin painted on his face. Matthews speaks out warily.
Jill Matthews: I'm getting replaced aren't I....
Vince Walters: Well, it was nice knowin' ya Jill. I'll miss your breasts!
Jill Matthews: Asshole.....
Vanessa: Chill Jill, I'm not replacing you... though if you keep acting like a damned moron I might consider it. Ugh, anywhooo... Clark... sweety... I'm not at all sorry to inform you that you are, without any regret from me... fired.
Jill Matthews: What?!
Vince Walters: This just keeps getting better and better!
The fans boos return, growing in sound as Clark's eyes widen. He begins begging her not to fire him, as Jesse continues watching coldly, a very slight hint of amusement on his face. V looks down at Benson as he pleads with her, before sighing.
Vanessa: Well... how about this... kiss the ground where I stand, then go kiss the ground where Jesse stands. If you do that, I may consider keeping you here.
Jill Matthews: Oh God, don't do it Clark...
Vince Walters: I'm enjoying this... seriously, I am having a blast!
Clark looks at Vanessa, then at Jesse, hesitates for a second, then drops to the ground and kisses the ring's mat. He grimaces, then stands and heads over to Styles to do the same to the ground Jesse stands on.
Jesse Styles: Don't bother going to the ground for me Clark. A hand shake will do just fine man.
Clark looks nervous, still almost in tears, as he sticks his hand out, and Jesse shakes it then WHAM HYPE KICK!!!
Jesse Hype Kicks Clark Benson, laying him out near Jill's feet. He then walks towards the rampway waiting for Vanessa.
Vince Walters: HYPE KICK BABY!!!! This is what I call entertainment.
Jill Mathews: Clark, are you okay?! Clark?!
Vanessa: Ooo that's gotta hurt. Doesn't look like you all liked that very much.
The crowd's boos grow louder, making V laugh in amusement. She lifts a hand to wave a finger at them condescendingly.
Vanessa: Now, now, no need to be so negative. I have a fantastic replacement. I call her my best friend and/or Titanic Tits, but you can call her Ireland's Finest... Dawn Ashby!
V applauds Dawn, who has been standing near the back barricades this entire time. The crowd continues their booing, as the cameras pan to Vince, who is cheering, and Jill, who rolls her eyes. Vanessa then puts the mic back to her lips.
Vanessa: Well friends, it's been a blast, and it'll be a pleasure being a part of the fed that made me the level of royalty that I am today... with no damned help from all of you, of course. But eh. Things in New Edge Wrestling are gonna get sexy from now on. That's the Queen's decree, after all.
With that, V casually tosses the mic to a ring aid and walks towards the rampway after Jesse.
As the crowd continues to boo loudly, we cut away to the next commercial break featuring an commercial where Devin Stone is the spokesman for Viagra.
A HIRING AND A FIRING.
TypeTwo man segment
Length4 min.
WinnerShow
LoserShow
OutcomeShow
Rating67%
Crowd Reaction77%
Overall Rating72%
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Tom Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first ….....weighing in at 235 pounds.......hailing from Louisville, KY ….........Patrick Jones!!!!!!!!
“Wanted Man” by Rev Theory fills the arena. After a few seconds, Jones bursts onto the ramp with a surge of energy. At the top of the ramp, he drops to a knee with a big, over-handed fist pump. Patrick takes a moment to enjoy the cheers around him and collect his thoughts before hopping to his feet. He jogs down the ramp, talking to and high-fiving fans, trying to get them as pumped up and ready to go as he is. Jones goes straight from the ramp and jumps onto the ring apron before ducking through the second and third rope, spinning a full circle as he looks out into the crowd.
And his opponent..........weighing in at 310 pounds.........hailing from Parts Unknown and accompanied by Spaz......The Monster known as 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 ring. 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.
[Bell Rings....Ding...Ding.....Ding]
Vince Walters: Here we go folks , both men immediately lock up and Hazard drives Patrick Jones to the ropes showing his power advantage and the referee breaks them up.
Jill Matthews: Patrick Jones appears to be analyzing Hazard in a cerebral like style.
Vince Walters: Hazard attempts to go back on the prowl and an Enzuigiri delivered by Patrick Jones and Hazard is down but he is getting up and Jones drops a double axe handle on Hazard.
Jill Matthews: Jones is trying to keep Hazard down and off balance.
Vince Walters: Jones rolls up Hazard for the pin 1..Kickout! Hazard tries to get up but Jones with a take down. OH My Hazard reached out and now has Jones by the throat as he stands up with Jones and Hazard has a crazed look in his eyes. "13th Floor" (Sitout Chokeslam)!
Jill Matthews: Jones just felt the power of Hazard.
Vince Walters: Hazard now stalks the downed Jones. He kicks Jones in the side and Jones is writhing in pain a bit. Now Hazard picks Jones up and tosses him into the corner. Jones is trying to regain control of himself here, as he staggers a bit and what the hell?
Jill Matthews: That’s Spaz , he crawled from under the ring and has jumped up on the apron and is waving at Patrick Jones like a taunt.
Vince Walters: Patrick Jones just punched Spaz in the mouth sending Spaz to the floor outside. Jones starts to turn around but OMG! Hazard delivers the "Half Past Dead" (Vicious Clothesline from hell to the back of his opponent's skull.)
Vince Walters: Jones is down and Hazard goes for the pin 1...2...Shoulder Up! Hazard is looking at referee Scott Allen.
Jill Matthews: He thought the count was a little slow.
Vince Walters: A few punches to Jones head by Hazard. Jones gets a hold of Hazard and rolls him up again , but Hazard kicks out. Jones jumps up and tries to go for the Zoned Out (Superkick ) as Hazard gets up but he misses the monster who ducks under and now Jones connects with a spinning back kick.
Vince Walters: Hazard into the ropes bounces off and delivers a clothesline to Jones who goes down hard on canvas.
Jill Matthews: I don’t Jones expected Hazard to display that type of speed and agility because I think he was going to get up another Zoned Out. Man he is down hard.
Vince Walters: Well Hazard is on the top turnbuckle and is he going to do what I think he is YES! Hazard with "Crush Theory" (Moonsault). Referee Scott Allen counts 1..2...3..it's over.
[Bell Rings....Ding...Ding.....Ding]
Tom Davis: The winner of this match by pinfall...........Hazard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jill Mathews: Spaz is still knocked out at ringside. Someone better get him some help.
Vince Walters: I wouldn't worry about that. Hazard will kick Spaz in the nuts and he will get up like he always does.