IGNITE 192

[Styles]

Event Date: May 23, 2014 at 2 pm
Event Deadline: May 21, 2014 at 9 pm
NEW EDGE IGNITE Returns home to Chicago at the NEW arena where the NEW Tag titles will be on the line in the main event featuring champions Hunter Valentyne and Blair Buchannon/Valentyne taking on possibly the greatest tag team in NEW history TAT N FAT Ryan Pugh and Inkt. Not to mention for the first time one on one Nocturnal meets Chef Roberto. Also will Jesse Styles send another clear message to Ryan Pugh as he continues to do whatever he can to get a one on one match with Pugh at Justice, As we are about month away from Justice Six things begin to heat up is the Terrordome line up set in stone? What other great matches will come to live for Justice Six? Well back home at the NEW Arena the road to Justice continues!
OPENING MATCH
1 vs 1
Mephisto VS Pedro Hernandez
[Written by Roger Wright]

Jill Matthews: Here we go with the opening match of the night Vince, it’s Mephisto versus Pedro Hernandez and with this match NEW will have officially kicked off its return to Chicago!

Vince Walters: Yeah it’s good to be home, I can now look at that large billboard picture of you that’s just outside of the arena!

Chris Styles: No one said that Mephisto was a clown! NO! I can’t be here for this, NO!!!!

Jill Matthews: Ok, well that was different.

Vince Walters: He will be back.

Jill Matthews: That’s what I am afraid of.

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first already in the ring, MEPHISTO!!!! And his opponent also already in the ring, PEDRO HERNANDEZ!!!!

Jill Matthews: There is the bell and this one is under way.

Both men lock up in the middle of the ring and Mephisto takes the upper hand with a standing side headlock followed by a drop down and take over that Mephisto turns into a sleeper hold. Pedro manages to rise up to his feet then drop down bringing Mephisto’s chin down on the back of his head causing Mephisto to stumble away holding his chin.

Jill Matthews: Not the best of moves but it worked and Mephisto had to break the hold.

Vince Walters: Easy way to bite you tongue!

Both men are back on their feet and lock up again and this time Pedro delivers a knee followed by a whip into the ropes. On the return he drops Mephisto with a shoulder tackle and hits the ropes nailing the man with a flying clothesline. Jumping back to his feet again Pedro hits the ropes and leaps for Mephisto but the man counters with a drop kick!

Jill Matthews: Mephisto with the counter and Pedro looks to be hurting.

Vince Walters: He just caught a face full of two feet of course he’s hurting.

Mephisto pulls Pedro Hernandez to his feet but Pedro breaks free and sends Mephisto into the ropes, Mephisto ducks the clothesline, hits the ropes and nails Pedro with a spear. Jumping back to his feet Mephisto raises Pedro up and hooks him around the waist before nailing him with a belly to belly suplex.

Jill Matthews: Mephisto is in control of this one.

Vince Walters: Yeah it would seem that way for sure.

Lifting Pedro to his feet, Mephisto hits the man with a vertical suplex in the middle of the ring. The wide smile of Mephisto signals his ill intent for Pedro as he pulls the man up again and brings him down with a pile driver before signaling for the end.

Jill Matthews: I think that Mephisto is ready to end this one!

Vince Walters: It definitely seems like he is ready.

Moving to the near corner Mephisto climbs the rope and looks down on his opponent. He smiles the sick wide smile and leaps off the top rope bringing down his head on Pedro’s landing the No Laughing Matter. Coving the man he hooks the leg.
1
2
3!!!!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, MEPHISTO!!!!

Jill Matthews: What a great debut and a nice win for Mephisto!

Vince Walters: Yeah it was, now why don’t you get in the ring and strut that stuff now that we are back in Chicago!

Jill Matthews: Nice to see you are still a pig Vince!

Vince Walters: Guilty as charged!
Winner
Mephisto
Loser
Pedro Hernandez
Outcome
Pinfall
STATE OF AMERICA
Two man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
NocturnalRodrigo Ramon Rojas
[Written by Nocturnal/RRR]

Nocturnal is walking around his locker room, his hair is tied back. He is preparing for his match whilst waiting for Rodrigo Ramon Rojas.

Opening a drawer, he slowly pulls out a tin of white face powder and two sticks of black makeup. He nearly threw the lid off, immediately plunging his fingers into the powder and rubbing it on his cheeks, blending it to cover his whole face before applying some to his neck and hands. Next, he opened one of the black makeup sticks and drew long, thin lines down both his eyes until they reached his cheeks, then put on a heavy layer of the makeup over and under his eyes, and on his eyelids. The last touch was for lipstick. He coated his lips with a medium layer, and then drew long lines extending out from the crevices of his mouth.

Nocturnal: So tonight I face off against some Celebrity Chef. No not someone of great substance like Jamie Oliver, Gordon Ramsey or even Nigella but some reject from Italy called Roberto.

He looked at himself in the mirror one last time.

Nocturnal: Roberto do you really think you stand a chance? This is going be like one of those pity fucks you’ve been getting all your life except there is no happy ending for you. No this is going to be all about Nocturnal getting his way. Which gets me onto Justice……………

He shrugged.

Nocturnal: With that coming up soon and having already got my place in the Terror Dome match I will cement my legacy by being crowned the two time New Edge Wrestling World Champion……..

He stops suddenly as the door opens to the locker room, and stood there is none other than his sister, Emily Koresh.

Nocturnal: Emily, where is Rodrigo? I need to talk to him before my match.

Emily: He’s out at the moment.

She lifts her phone up which is on loud speaker.

Triple R: Alexander? Is that you that I hear?

Nocturnal: Yes. I was just wondering where you were. Don’t we need to go through a strategy before my match?

Triple R: No man, you will be fine. I am elsewhere putting things right Alexander. You can do this. I will be around later. I will be doing something important which will help you along the path to Justice.

Nocturnal: Oh? Should I ask?

Triple R: No Alexander. Let us just say that I will start by sorting out the State of America. And that it will be messy.

Nocturnal: Okay, I’ll leave you to continue your conversation with Emily as I get sorted for my match.

Nocturnal stood up and exited the locker room. The camera followed him down the corridor.

Nocturnal: Tonight I will do something unexpected. I will be the first to do this.

He smirked at the camera.

Nocturnal: I’m going to make an impact of sorts.

He pushes the camera off of him and continues down the corridor.
DIGGER VS STONE
1 vs 1
Dennis Anderson VS Devin Stone
[Written by Nocturnal]

The lights go out as Falconshield's "Gravedigger plays in the arena. A great coffin is wheeled to the aisle by two beautiful Latinas in mourner's dresses. A spotlight shines across the darkness over the eerie coffin of death! Smoke fills the entrance way as the coffin is raised to a vertical level and opens to reveal. GRAVEDIGGER. He is wearing his hooded robe. Full lights shine through the stadium as Gravedigger comes out of his coffin, shovel in hand, grimly walking towards the ring.

Tom Davis: Hailing from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 336 pounds... he is the Dark Stalker, stalking the Extreme Wrestling Corporation; he is the Grim Avenger of Souls Restless! He is the... GRAVEDIGGER.... DENNIS ANDERSON!!!!

He walks up the stairs into the ring, and walks to the centre of the ring. He drops to one knee and holds his hands out at his sides, with red glowing eyes, letting the darkness consume him. He rises from his trance state, and takes off his hooded ring robe, and awaits the arrival of Nocturnal.

Tom Davis: And his opponent none other than Devin Stone!!!!

“My World” by Brand New Sin plays over the PS system. Devin appears at the top of the ramp. He looks at Grave Digger with a look of disdain. He strolls down to the ring, and steps over the ropes.

The two men stand looking at each other.

Vince Walters: This should be an interesting matchup from these two great competitors.

Chris Styles: When they start that it Vince.

Almost as if on cue, Digger rears back and he smacks the taste out of Devin’s mouth. Devin does an about face and turns his back to Digger while holding his jaw. Digger arrogantly moves back a few feet, and he runs at Devin and takes him down with a clothesline to the back of the head. Digger wastes no time in going for the cover.

……1

.….Easy kick out by Devin.

Digger looks at the referee for this match, and he screams a few obscenities at him. This moments lapse, allows Devin to regain his feet and turn towards Digger. Digger meanwhile pokes a finger in the eye of Devin. He drops to his knees and head butts Devin right in the groin. Devin puts his hands on his groin for comfort, and he falls forward onto the mat. Digger smiles and he begins stomping on Devin’s head. After a few moments, he picks up Devin, and he gives him a hard Irish Whip into the corner. The velocity from the whip causes the Devin to come out of the corner quickly, and right into a spinning heel kick from Digger. He goes for the cover.

……1

…….2

……..kick out by Devin.

Chris Styles: Jill, Digger seems to be taking it to the veteran Devin?

Jill Matthews: So true. I’m surprised Vince hasn’t noticed.

Vince Walters: Duhhh!!! I've got eyes you fool.

Devin picks up Digger and he chops him hard in the chest, causing the crowd to ‘Whoo’ in awe of the sound. Devin looks at the crowd and he raises his hand in the air again, ready to chop his opponent again. Before he can, Digger head butts Devin right in the nose. Devin moves back a few feet, holding his nose while blood streams out of it. Digger immediately grabs Devin by the back of his hair, and he throws him over the top ropes and outside to the floor; Devin, who is now on his knees, crawls towards the ring barrier, where he rests his hands and tries his best to get to his feet. Digger waits anxiously on the inside of the ring. And as soon as Devin brings himself to his feet, Digger comes diving through the ropes with a suicide dive, taking both men hard into the ring barrier.

Vince Walters: It's not like Digger to do those types of moves?

Chris Styles: But he's fighting Devin Stone, he needs to bring it to the ring veteran. He has to use whatever he can to beat someone like him.

The crowd erupts in chants of ‘holy shit’ and ‘NEW’ as the two guys lie on the cold protective mats on the outside of the ring. Digger, understandably, is the first man to his feet. He slides back in the ring and lies on his back. With Devin getting to his feet again, this time with the help of the ring apron, Digger springs to his feet in a kip up, showing some athleticism, and he again bounces off the ropes. When he comes to where Devin is, on the opposite side of the ring where he started running, he goes for a baseball slide. Devin moves out of the way, just in the nick of time. Digger lands on his feet, and he immediately stares at Devin. Devin kicks him in the gut, and he goes for a Pump handle Slam turned into a Michinoku Driver on the hard protective mats.

Chris Styles: Oh Shit!!! Sorry, but that was devastating.

Vince Walters: I apologise to the viewers for Chris's language.

Chris Styles: Fuck You.

Devin gets to his feet, and he slides into the ring. The blood that began to stream down his nose is still flowing. It is now covering his entire chest. He waves at his fans and still has a smile on his face. As the referee begins counting, Digger rests one of his hands on the apron. When the referee reaches five, Digger uses every ounce of energy left in him, and he pulls himself into the ring. Devin runs at Digger and he gives him a small drop kick to the head. Digger slowly rolls into the ring.

Vince Walters: That wasn’t bad.

Jill Matthews: Grave Digger had an epic match with Nocturnal a few weeks ago so has skills.

Chris Styles: And who forgets Devin Stone beating my brother. Hell, Devin’s made a career off of it.

Devin and Digger lockup once again. Devin tries for an arm bar but he counters with a clothesline by Digger. Devin is knocked down. Digger runs and hits Devin in his head with a leg drop. Digger pulls Devin to his feet. Digger points at Devin and flips him the bird. He locks up with Devin and hits his finisher, the Last Rites. Digger drives his head into the mat. Devin is taken down. He rolls up Devin.

……...1

..... .....2

.............3!! The referee goes to raise Digger's arm but Digger pulls it away.

Tom Davis: And your winner, Grave Digger!!!!
Winner
Dennis Anderson
Loser
Devin Stone
Outcome
Pinfall
JOHNSON VS WARREN
1 vs 1
"The Canadian Warrior" Mike Johnson VS Natalie Ella Warren
[Written by Rouser/Chef]

Jill Matthews: The last match sure was one sided hopefully this one will be more competitive.

Tom Davis: Introducing first, making her New Edge debut, from Sacramento, California… Natalie Ella Warren.

The arena lights begin flashing, alternating between orange and red as "Heaven Knows" By The Pretty Reckless begins to play. The words "Natalie Ella Warren" flash on the screen followed by a video of her posing, which spikes the interest of the males in the arena.

Vince Walters: Well…I’d like to get competitive with her…hubba hubba.

Chris Styles: I swear I’ve seen nude selfies of here on the internet somewhere.

Vince Walters: Do you have any nude selfies Jill?

Jill Matthews: Both of you – shut up. We could be witnessing the arrival of a future star.

She appears at the entrance to a series of cheers and whistles from the fans. She smiles and waves as she walks down the ramp. She enters the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle as the crowd give her a warm cheer. She jumps down and waits for her opponent.

Jill Matthews: Well she sure looks confident to say she’s making her debut. She’s been backyard wrestling from the age of 13.

Vince Walters: Oooh so she likes it round the back….yard eh?

Chris Styles: Pure filth!

Tom Davis: And introducing her opponent, also making his debut, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada…

The patriotic American crowd immediately begin to boo as soon as the word Canada is mentioned.

Tom Davis: ….The Canadian Warrior... Mike Johnson!

The arena blacks out, much to the annoyance of the men who were ogling Natalie Ella Warren. A faint mist surrounds the stage as "Stand Up" by All That Remains sounds out. A spotlight shines at the top of the stage until a strange looking man with a skin-tight red suit and a Canadian mask appears. The crowd boo frantically.

Crowd: USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!

Jill Matthews: Is he wearing that outfit for a dare?

Vince Walters: I blame Canada for this…thing.

The following words are played through the speakers: “I know no one had ever dreamed that, we were this strong, and we'd achieve this, so long the doubt, and all believed it and now it's come for all to see, yeah.”

Vince Walters: He better be good after this entrance. Lets hope he puts his money where his mouth is.

Mike Johnson finally makes his way down the ramp trying to arouse a more positive reception but the American fans continue to boo. He enters the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He gives them fans the thumbs up but they return with thumbs down. After an age of showboating, referee Dick Sampson has had enough and rings the bell.

Johnson continues to showboat on the turnbuckle as Warren sneaks him up behind and elbows him in the back. Warren quickly sends Johnson crashing to the floor with a snapmare.

Vince Walters: What an idiot.

Chris Styles: Johnson is just like my brother. All hype and no action.

Jill Matthews: I never ever saw Jesse showboat like that.

Johnson stumbles to his feet but Warren whips him into the ropes before smashing him with a flying forearm. Johnson sluggishly staggers forward as Warren executes the Front Facelock Cutter.

Jill Matthews: The match is only a minute old and Natalie Ella Warren has executed one of her trademark moves!

Vince Walters: Is she really that impressive or does Mike Johnson suck?

Jill Matthews: A bit of both maybe?

Johnson tries to roll out of the ring but Warren pulls him back and puts him in an ankle lock. Johnson cries out in agony as he desperately tries to reach for the bottom rope. Warren pulls him further in as Johnson finally taps. The referee signals for the bell to ring.

Tom Davis: And your winner of the match via submission… Natalie Ella Warren.

The crowd cheer and whistle as the Dick Sampson holds her hand in the air.

Jill Matthews: Wow. Natalie Ella Warren has made mince meat out Mike Johnson.

Vince Walters: After that dramatic entrance, Mike Johnson failed to deliver.

Jill Matthews: Credit must go to Natalie Ella Warren though. She was awesome.

Chris Styles: Maybe she should face me next time… on second thoughts – maybe not.

Natalie Ella Warren gives referee Dick Sampson an awkward look as he forgets to let go of her hand. He finally releases it as she poses to the crowd before finally leaving the arena.

Jill Matthews: I can’t wait to see her next week, hopefully against a tougher opponent.
Winner
Natalie Ella Warren
Loser
"The Canadian Warrior" Mike Johnson
Outcome
Pinfall
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU SHAKE YOUR HEAD NO TO THIS CLOWN
Two man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Natalie Ella WarrenMephisto
[Written by Mitch Allen and Tarheel]

"Heaven Knows" By The Pretty Reckless ring throughout the arena, as fans cheer for the spunky newcomer that has found her very first victory, in her very first match. You can see how proud she is of herself, as the referee raises her hand and then she goes to climb a turnbuckle, she raises her hand and smiles, as the fans cheer. She hesitates for a few moments and then jumps down. She goes kitty corner and repeats the same actions soon, jumping down, she moves to head out of the ring when, suddenly, 'Hokus Pokus' By Insane Clown Posse begins to play, as Warren looks up tot the ramp, a bizarre video plays, that had been shown earlier in the night, lights flash various colors, as Warren squints and moves toward the front of the ring, that faces the ramp, she continues to look on and then, unaware to her, Mephisto rolls in the ring behind her.

He holds a red balloon in hand and a cigar in his mouth. The smoke moves around to Warren and wide eyed, she turns around to see the odd sight of Mephisto who waves with his free hand and hands her the balloon with the other. She takes it, bewildered and confused as he smiles. He then says something to her, to which she shakes her head. His smile quickly fades, he kicks her in the gut then and gives her a piledriver, the balloon popping on impact. He then runs over to the turnbuckle and snuffs out his cigar.

He then climbs the top and comes down on Warren with, No Laughing Matter. 'Hokus Pokus' continues to play, as the fans boo and Mephisto lays on top of her cockily, laughing, as he soon stands and begins taunting. The NEW soon fades to commercial then, as the booing continues.
CRANIUM VS JONES
1 vs 1
"The Enormous" Richard Cranium VS Patrick Jones
[Written by Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, RICHARD CRANIUM!!!!

A loud roar of a motorcycle is heard and I Don't Wanna Stop by Ozzy Osbourne plays as Richard Cranium rides out to the ring on his Harley Davidson Fatboy Lo flanked by the Scrooge Brothers (Ethan and Phillip) on each side on their bikes.

Richard parks his bike and he gets of and grabs a fan and lifts them in the air over the barricade and as he puts his finger in the fans face and tells the fan to guard his bike with his life or the fan will deal with him after the match.

Richard then climbs into the ring and hands his ball peen hammer and steel chain to Ethan for safe keeping during the match and angrily awaits for the match to begin.

Jill Matthews: I’m excited for this match, Patrick Jones versus Richard Cranium, it should be a good one.

Vince Walters: Why don’t you jump up and down with excitement?

Chris Styles: Yeah hot stuff, dooo eet!

Tom Davis: And his opponent, PATRICK JONES!!!!

“I Won't Back Down” by Burn Halo fills the arena. After a few seconds, Jones bursts onto the stage 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.

Jill Matthews: Here we go this match is under way!

Both men lock up in the middle of the ring and Cranium takes the upper hand with a knee to the gut. He hits the ropes and drops Patrick with a shoulder tackle. As Patrick regains his feet Richard wraps him up and releases him overhead with a brutal belly to belly suplex.

Jill Matthews: What a move and Richard has the upper hand and it doesn’t look like he is going to let up.

Vince Walters: Your kind of man!

Chris Styles: Chea!

As Patrick regains his feet with help of the ropes, Cranium nails him with a running big boot and knocks Patrick over the top rope and out to the floor. Not letting up, Richard climbs out of the ring and jaws with the fans before lifting Patrick up and whipping him towards the barrier, but Patrick counters and sends Richard back first into the barrier instead.

Jill Matthews: What a reversal, but I’m not sure it’s going to be enough for Patrick to really get anything going!

Vince Walters: Richard is already moving in on Patrick as Jones works to fight off the pain from the earlier encounters of the match.

Chris Styles: Now that was a shocker right there!

As Richard moves in, Patrick ducks the attempted grab, getting behind Richard he pushes him face first into the ring post. As Richard bounces off the post, Patrick rushes forward and slams Richard back first into the apron. Before Richard can crumble in pain, Patrick rolls the man into the ring and follows. Leaping into the air Patrick brings a knee down but catches nothing but the matt as Richard rolls away.

Jill Matthews: Just when you thought Patrick had this thing going his way Richard managed to get away from the knee and is now pulling himself up by the ropes.

Vince Walters: Bet you like when people drive the knee home!

Chris Styles: Ewww burn!!!

Jill Matthews: What the hell does that mean?

Vince Walters: Oh you know!!!!

As Richard gains his feet he turns to catch a spinning back kick to the face from Patrick that sends him into the corner back first. Rushing forward Patrick runs up the ropes and lands another kick to the side of Richards head and the man falls face first onto the matt. Patrick rolls him over and covers him.
1
2
NO!!!!

Jill Matthews: Man that was close, I think everyone in the arena thought this one was over right there.

Vince Walters: It always ends too early doesn’t it Jill?

Chris Styles: You are rolling tonight Vince!!

Jill Matthews: That’s what all the women around you say Vince!

Chris Styles: Ewww BURN!

Climbing to the top rope, Patrick watches as Richard struggles to get back to his feet. Leaping off Patrick catches a diving spear from Richard followed by a quick pin.
1
2
NO!!!! Patrick gets the shoulder up and both men lay on the matt in pain as the ref starts the standing 10 count.

1
2

Jill Matthews: Both men are out could in the ring.

Vince Walters: Yeah and the ten count is rolling!

Chris Styles: Can I be the winner if he reaches ten?

3
4
5
6
7…Patrick gains his feet as does Richard the men turn to meet each other in the middle of the ring and they begin to exchange blows. Richard takes the upper hand driving Patrick into the corner. Richard drives the shoulder into the man’s stomach a few times before backing away triumphantly then turning and rushing in, but Patrick nails him with a boot to the face of Richard.

Jill Matthews: Both men are fighting out of desperation.

Vince Walters: It’s down to who wants it more!

Chris Styles: ME, I want it, knock each other out so I can get the win!

Jill Matthews: You are not in the match Chris!

Chris Styles: So, I am making claim to a win if they draw!

Patrick moves out of the corner and whips around for a spinning back kick but Richard ducks landing haymaker that knocks Patrick back into the corner. Catching his baring, Richard takes off for Patrick but catches a face full of the Zoned Out! Patrick stumbles over the down body of Richard and falls down for the cover.
1
2
3!!!!

Jill Matthews: Zoned Out and the pin, this one is over Patrick Jones has pulled it off and a great price!

Vince Walters: That was damn awesome!

Chris Styles: Oh God dammit!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, PATRICK JONES!!!!!
Winner
Patrick Jones
Loser
"The Enormous" Richard Cranium
Outcome
Pinfall
JUNK YARD MATCH ROGER VS RICKY
1 vs 1 Falls Count Anywhere
Roger Wright VS Ricky Bobby Cassels
[Written by Nocturnal]

The crowd stirred in their seats, loudly stamping on the ground and starting the occasional chant. As Tom Davis climbed slowly back into the ring, the crowd began to cheer loudly once again.

Tom Davis: Ladies and gentlemen... I have been informed that the following match is to take place in a local junk emporium...Ricky Cassel and Roger Wright will both be in this Falls Count Anywhere Match!

There were loud cheers at the words 'Junkyard', but they quickly turned to boos when 'Roger Wright' was uttered. Trash began to fly toward the ring, and Tom Davis quickly sidestepped a flying coke bottle as he left the ring.

Vince Walters: Wow, people do not like Roger these days. I do not know why?

Chris Styles: Maybe because he’s a goddamn prick.

Jill Matthews: Shut up guys. Let’s get to outside broadcast.

The camera cut to the Junkyard. Cars were piled up high surrounding the makeshift ring. Both Ricky and Roger were already in the ring.

The bell rang.

Their eyes locked.

Roger snapped out his arms at the same time as Ricky and the two locked up in the centre of the ring. Roger hooked his arm and swung around back, but Ricky shoved him to the side and grabbed his head in a quick headlock. Roger ducked out and jerked on the leg, but Ricky stepped over and grabbed him around the neck with his forearm. Roger shoved forward, then slipped out from under and hooked the leg again, swinging Ricky around and down to the mat. Ricky leapt up with a quick kip up and grabbed Roger's arm and swung him into the ropes and then shoved him down to the mat. Roger came up, grabbed the arm of the Trailer Park Trash and twisted it around his back in a standing arm bar hold. Ricky bent out and reversed it, causing Roger to yelp in pain before breaking the hold and backing away.

Vince Walters: The crowd are cheering loudly for the quick display of counter wrestling.

Jill Matthews: That is true. Good work so far from both of them.

Chris Styles: Someone hit someone with a bumper!!

Both wrestlers look around the ring before locking eyes with each other once more. The referee watched from a corner, his mouth pulled into a tight line and his eyes riveted on the action in the ring.

Jill Matthews: The referee looks nervous.

Roger came forward with a running lariat, but Ricky stepped to one side and grabbed him around the waist as he came by with an impressive display of power. He lifted Roger up and drove him into the mat with a backdrop side suplex that cause the ring to bounce. Ricky covered.

………1

…………..2

………Roger powered out with an elbow into Ricky's face. As Ricky rolled off, Roger grabbed his head with one hand and repeatedly drove elbow after elbow into Ricky's jaw until blood flowed freely from his mouth.

Chris Styles: Now this is better.

Roger jumped to his feet and stretchered Ricky out with a standing espanso submission hold. Ricky struggled to get free, but Roger had the leverage of the hold on his side and Ricky was forced to drag himself toward the ropes to break free. Roger let go of the hold, but shot another elbow into Ricky's throat before he walked away. The referee grabbed him and shoved him back, screaming at him to cut out the dirty business and focus in the ring.

Jill Matthews: This referee doesn’t want to get into Roger’s face.

Roger went for another lariat, but Ricky reversed it on contact and scooped up Roger for a quick Uranage and a pinfall attempt.

…………1

………….2

……..Roger kicked out, and Ricky hauled him roughly to his feet. Ricky went for a stiff German Suplex, but Roger cracked him in the skull with a stiff enzugiri that sent Ricky stumbling into the ropes. Roger shouted and waited for Ricky to turn around, then locked the arms and hit a devastating Northern Lights Suplex.

Jill Matthews: This is awesome.

Roger hooked the leg and covered, but the referee was out of position. The referee jumped into position.

……….1

……………2

………..Ricky threw him off. His mouth was still spurting blood and his eyes were not focusing correctly. From down one of the alleys of cars came Rodrigo Ramon Rojas, Nocturnal’s partner in the Coterie. He wandered down and sat on the bonnet of one of the cars. His monster bodyguard Blaine was stood beside him.

Jill Matthews: What are those guys doing out by the ring?

Vince Walters: Oh they must be scouting these two for Nocturnal.

Ricky shook his head and blindly charged Roger, but Roger put up a boot and caught Ricky in the face, then hit a quick flying DDT. Ricky dropped and Roger went for another cover.

…………..1

………………2

…………………2.5

…………………Ricky kicked out a split second before the referee's hand dropped for the three count and moved quickly to his feet and stepped around Roger, dropping Roger with a double under hook cradle.

Another cover.

………………1

……………….2

…….but Roger slipped out at two and backed away. Roger spat on the mat and urged Ricky forward.

Ricky ran, but stopped short as Roger raised another boot up and grabbed the leg to spin him around. Ricky hit an overhead belly to belly suplex, but Roger rolled out before a cover could be made and dropped a rolling elbow that caused Rodrigo to stand up. Rodrigo started to clap his hands.

Chris Styles: Is it just me or is that guy creepy?

Ricky ducked a lariat and slammed Roger to the mat with a DDT, but the move seemed to hurt Ricky more than Roger. Roger didn't go for the cover and instead climbed to the top rope. Spreading his arms wide, he dove with a swan dive head butt that connected with Ricky. Roger went for a cover.

…………….1


…………….2

Rodrigo slid into the ring and pulled Roger off of Ricky. Roger looked around, his teeth bared and his eyes bulging, but the referee was already shoving Rodrigo out of the ring, screaming at the Preacher to get out of the ring.

Jill Matthews: Rodrigo knows that getting under the skin of Roger is the best thing for Nocturnal to do and he proved it there.

Roger used the distraction to dragging Ricky out of the ring and pulling him towards one of the cars. But Ricky was up and pummelled away on Roger with hard lefts and rights, then picked up Roger and tossed him into one of the cars. Roger hit legs first and rolled over it, and finally dropped to the ground with a thick thud of body against concrete. Ricky raised his arms to Rodrigo who just turned his back on him.

Vince Walters: Seems that Rodrigo is disrespecting Ricky.

Ricky started talking to the referee distracting him trying to get him back in the ring. On the other side of the ring Rodrigo was kicking down on Roger, putting thick leather boots against his head. Ricky grinned.

Blaine struck him from behind with a punch to the back of the head, then lifted him up and slammed him into the mat with a reverse DDT. Then Blaine picked Ricky up and drove his face into the glass windshield of a car. Ricky fell back onto the floor, unconscious and bloody.

Vince Walters: What the hell?

On the outside Roger had grabbed Rodrigo from behind as he looked at Blaine's actions in the ring with stunned surprise and hit a back body drop onto the bonnet of a car. Roger rolled into the ring as the referee pointed at Ricky and shouted for him to make the cover. Roger did, and the referee quickly counted.

…………..1

………….2

……………3!!!

Vince Walters: Roger’s won! Good for him.

Jill Matthews: But at what cost?

Inside the ring Roger looked down at Ricky, smiling as he shook his head. Then he raised his arms in victory.

Jill Matthews: LOOK BEHIND YOU!

Behind Roger stands Rodrigo, he had an angry look upon his usually serene face. More importantly in his left hand he had God’s Revolver.

Chris Styles: OH FUCK!

Roger slowly turned around and was met with a gab from God’s Revolver in the stomach. Roger went down like a bullet to the match.

Jill Matthews: Ladies and Gents, for those of you that haven’t seen the God’s Revolver in action before you will be shocked.

Chris Styles: Yes. It causes anyone hit with it to have projectile shits and puking both at the same time.

Vince Walters: It’s disgust. Just look at Roger. He’s covered from head to toe in his own excrement.

Rodrigo smirked and as he went to leave he jabbed Ricky with it too. Ricky’s body started to shake too.

Vince Walters: OMG! Someone better help Ricky before he chokes on his own puke!!!

Tom Davis: And our winner……Roger Wright!!
Winner
Roger Wright
Loser
Ricky Bobby Cassels
Outcome
Pinfall
TACO TUESDAY ON WEDNESDAY
Two man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
InktRyan Pugh
The camera zooms in on a trail of wrappers scattered down the hall, and leading into an open doorway. As soon as it pans the room, almost instantly it falls on inkt stuffing his face with various taco delights.

"You know we got a match, right?"

Inkt looks up from his taco for just a moment at pugh.

"I'm all out of fucks to give right now, pugh. It's taco tuesday."

"Yeah, well, it's actually wednesday... So, i mean... You know, taco tuesday is over."

"THE FUCK YOU SAY! YOU SAID I COULD MARATHON IT!"

"Dude, how many tacos have you eaten since tuesday anyways?"

"Well..."

Inkt pauses, and begins to count on his fingers. A small trail of cheddar cheese lingers from between his lips.

"hmmm, how many tacos are in a grande meal?"

"You ate a whole grande meal? That's like 12 tacos i think."

"So, yeah... I had four."

"Dude, there's way more than four taco wrappers on the ground."

"No. I meant four grande meals."

Pugh just stares blankly at inkt and shakes his head.

"So, you're roughly 36 tacos in, and... and you're gonna fight tonight."

"Dude, I've mastered the arts of hardcore parkour now. I don't need to waste all my energy and shit on wrasslin. It's all cardio now and stuff. Check this shit out. I can vault this table right here. Wanna see?"

"Not really."

"No, lemme show you."

Inkt stands up and instantly rips ass, and belches loudly at the same time.

"You sure you wanna do your little hardcore parkour session?"

"Uh... Raincheck? Lemme get your office key, bro."

"What the fuck for."

"I need to shit. I'm touchin' cotton for sure."

"Nope. Not happenin. Go use the shitter everyone else uses."

"Are you fuckin serious right now? Im not gonna get toilet seat herpes. I know you're clean, so let me use your toilet."

"No, man. No. Look, go shit, and then get ready. We're on soon."

"Not my problem."

"It's gonna be if you don't handle your business."

"Then give me your key."

"nope."

"Fuckin asshole."

"Pretty much, guy... But you know something? You reap what you sew."

"The fuck does that even mean?"

'NO one knows what it means, but it's provocative. Good luck with the shitter."

Pugh turns and exits the room. Inkt presses a hand over his ass, but notices there's still three tacos on the table. Looking around, he sighs out loud. He unwraps one and puts it in his mouth, while taking the other one in his pocket.

"WHOA! Is it still gaw damn taco tuesday?"

"NO DOUGIE!"

Inkt ends up dropping the taco out of his mouth as he speaks, causing it to spill all over the floor.

"MY FUCKIN TACOS.... Wait.. Hey, let me get Mr. Ryan's office key, bro."

"NO! It's my gaw damn key."

"Come on, dougie, look. I'll give you a taco man. A sacred taco."

"I do loves me some tacos."

"Beer in the fridge, and i think there might be some other goodness in there."

"You know what, Janice, you got a gaw damn deal. You be sure to gaw damn bring it back though, understand me?"

"Sure. Sure. Yeah. I got cha... Hurry up though, im crowning."

Dougie hands inkt the key that hung around his neck and looks to the taco in inkt's hand

"Same gaw damn time, janice. Same gaw damn time. I don't want no gypsy trades."

Both men slowly make the exchange and then collect the bartered items. Inkt nods, slaps dougie in the mouth, causing him to drop his taco, and then sprints away.

NOCTURNAL VS CHEF ROBERTO
1 vs 1 First Blood
Chef Roberto VS Nocturnal
[Written by Ryan Pugh]

Tom Davis: The following is a First Blood Match, introducing first, already in the ring, straight from the kitchen....this is Chef Roberto!!!!!! And his opponent, weighing in at 290 pounds and coming to us from Abilene, Texas...this is NOCTURNAL!!!!!!

The crowd, in warbled drunken, adrenalized unison, join the announcer’s spiel.

That last syllable, chanted by Nocturnal’s dark minions and echoed no doubt, by millions upon millions in front of monitors in dens, living rooms, sports bars and less wholesome establishments across the world.

The crowd leans forward.

Then the lights in the arena dim. The Big Screen comes to life with just static. The static seems to zoom back, revealing a television. A small blonde haired girl, Heather O'Rourke, sits looking at the television. She seems mesmerized by the static on her television. Craig T. Nelson and Jo Beth Williams are standing behind her. She slowly raises her hands and places them on the screen of the television.

Craig T. Nelson: Carol Anne, what is it, honey?

Jo Beth Williams: Baby, are you ok?

The girl slowly turns her head back to them.

Heather O'Rourke (Carol Anne): They're here...

Deep shadow covers the screen.

Parts of the screen slowly lighten up to reveal what appears to be a silhouette.

In darkness, a blood curdling cacophony: the squeal of unoiled winches, the rasp of hooks and razors being sharpened; and worse, and the howl of tormented souls. Above this din one particular victim yells for mercy with a mixture of tears and roars of rage.

Now the Screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.

On the screen is a close up of an eye. Inside that eye is the sentence reflected in reverse: "You’re Worse Nightmare Is Back." The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. "Narcissistic Cannibal" by Korn starts blaring out. Suddenly the lights go out. Suddenly the screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it.

It's not the moon at all, they realize. The shape is round like a full moon, but it seems to be made up of thin ribbons of cloud streaking against a night sky. And there's a face, we see, a face hidden in shadows, looking down from above. The picture has a grainy look to it as it changes. The scene is of a young girl sitting in a chair in a straight-jacket behind her stood to her left is a Doctor. The nerve-wracking grating as if of some giant metallic insect sounds in the background, but the young girl doesn't seem to notice. The Doctor stood to the left of the girl suddenly changes position from the left part of the picture, to the right. Almost instantly the Doctor returns to its original position, but in that one moment in its changed location we see a huge man with a shadow covering his face. The young girl turns towards where that figure stood, and smiles.

The screen next becomes a twitching, undulating impenetrable sea of the kanji characters used in the Japanese language. The viewers can pick out only a few things recognizable in English:

"Run whilst you still can."

Now the screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.

On the big screen is a close up on inhuman, alien-looking eye. Inside that eye a single word is reflected in reverse: Pain. The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. It changes and we see a long shot of an outdoor, swimming pool, the man with the shadows for a face is swimming in it and the straight jacket young girl sits by it.

The arena drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Orange strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The whole entranceway bursts into flames. A figure can be seen on the other side of the flames; he is dressed in black robes with the hood pulled up.

He pulls the hood down, dropping the robes to the floor revealing to the crowd who it is; Then, raising his massive arms over his head in an age-old gesture of defiance and supremacy as phosphorus flames blast in twin columns to the heavens behind him.

He stands motionless, emotionless. Then on some unseen signal he launches himself forward into the flames without a seconds thought, his dark eyes glaze over. He stands with his arms outstretched like a crucifixion. Flames lick around his head and engulf his clothing, yet he emerges from the other side unscathed.

Laughing sadistically as he seems to just emerge from the billowing smoke and he slowly walks towards the ring ignoring the cheers from the crowd. Nocturnal, dressed in a "Sadistic Bastard" T-shirt. As he passes a camera he stops and looks directly into the lens. He has the look of an arrogant champion on his face.

He climbs between the ropes and strides to the far side of the ring. Climbing the turnbuckle he lifts his arms up high to the cheers of the crowd. Flash bulbs blink from all around the arena catching this moment in history.

He gets down and looks around he nods his head and stands in the middle of the ring and ignoring the cheers of the crowd and roars as pyros explode behind him.

Jill Mathews: So break it down Vince, who has the upper hand here in this first blood match type of situation?

Vince Walters: Well Noc obviously has the size and power advantage over the chef and his brutal style and love of violence without question gives him the upper hand in this kind of match. Roberto has his back against the wall without question and personally I am not sure he is going to be able to pull this one out tonight.

Chris Styles: Honestly I have to agree with you Vince, this looks like a bad case of wrong place wrong time when it comes to the chef. This kind of stuff is like shooting fish in a barrel for the painted up freak.

Jill Mathews: So there is no chance for Roberto tonight?

Chris Styles: There is always a chance Jill but the odds are not in his favor

Jill Mathews: Well its time to see how this one goes as we head back to the ring for the start of this match.

!!!!!!!!!!DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!!

AS the bell rings, Roberto charges right at Nocturnal and slams both fists into his chest with some kind of running double axe handle type of move but Noc doesn't budge and Roberto kind of just stumbles back off the contact. Roberto springs forward with a chop to the chest of Noc but again no effect. Roberto now takes a step back and takes a deep breath as Noc just looks over at the ref with a confused look on his face. Roberto charges forward and leaps into the air with a cross body attempt only to just bounce off of Noc and hit the mat with a thud. Noc just shakes his head as Roberto fights back up to his feet and as he turns around Noc charges and takes his head off with a sick clothesline that turns Roberto inside out. Roberto fights back up to his feet only for Noc to push him into the corner and hit a big knee right into the midsection. Noc hits a second knee into the gut of Roberto before then pushes his head back with a big back elbow into the side of Roberto's head.

Vince Walters: Big shocker here, Noc is in charge early and if Roberto wants any chance of winning this match he has to find a way to keep Noc guessing and not let him dictate the pace of this match.

Noc now grabs Roberto by the head before lunging forward with a huge head butt and then flows it up with a second head butt that has the chef off balance. Noc is able to hoist Roberto up and sets him up on the top rope and now puts his legs onto the outside of the ropes. Noc open hand slaps Roberto in the face before he grabs him by the head and begins to pull him off the top rope, his legs now dangling and still hung on the top as Noc moves further into the ring with Roberto's head hooked. Noc then drops down with a cutter as Roberto has his face and head driven into the mat with a massive thud and Roberto goes limp as he legs finally fall from the ropes and join the rest of him on the mat.

Chris Styles: Meltdown off the top rope...if this was a normal match you have to think it would be over right there but Noc has to make the chef bleed.

Noc doesn't even get up off the mat after dropping Roberto and instead rolls right under the ropes and to the outside of the ring in one motion. He quickly begins to dig under the ring and comes out with a pair of chairs that he tosses back into the ring before going back under the ring looking for something else. Noc cant find whatever he is looking for and is now making his way around the ring continuing to look under it and Roberto is finally moving back in the ring. Noc finally comes up with whatever he was looking for and now has is in his right hand but we cant see exactly what it is just yet. Noc rolls back into the ring and gets up on his feet but as he turns around....WHACK!!!! Roberto had picked up one of the chairs Noc threw into the ring and had just smashed it into the face of Noc.

Jill Mathews: A little fight from Chef Roberto

Vince Walters: He better find a lot of fight and find it quick

WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!! Roberto nails Noc three times in rapid succession with the chair right in the face and now Noc is off balance and pressed up against the corner. Roberto holds the chair up in the air and is playing to the crowd a little as he puts some space between himself and Noc. Roberto now charges full speed and leaps up into the air and places the chair right into his own chest as he then comes down with a big avalanche type splash on Noc in the corner and the chair is smashed right into the face of Noc one more time. Noc flops out of the corner and right down on his face on the mat as whatever was in his hand falls back out of the ring. Roberto now has a huge smile on his face and he drops down on top of Noc and begins to roll back and forth over the back and legs of Noc as if he was a human rolling pin.

Chris Styles: Are you fucking serious right now? He has Nocturnal down and he chooses to roll all over him? What the hell is this idiot thinking?

Roberto now springs up to his feet in celebration with both hands up in the air and a big goofy grin on his face. Noc is trying to shake off the chair shots as he is pushing himself up to his feet as Roberto turns around and charges him with a running knee to the side of the head but Noc pulls back and Roberto misses with his knee attempt. Roberto quickly grabs the chair back off the mat and turns back to Noc who answers with a huge boot right into the chair and then into the face of Roberto who goes flying back off the impact. Noc is now shaking out the cobwebs as he looks around for the item that had been knocked out of his hand earlier. He finally spots it and makes his way back out of the ring to retrieve it.

Jill Mathews: What does Noc keep going after?

Vince Walters: I cant see what it is but it is pretty small whatever it is

Noc now grabs the item again and makes his way back into the ring as Roberto is beginning to get up to his feet. Noc has the item clutched in his right hand as he lifts it up into the air and comes down with it but Roberto is able to get both hands up and stop Noc just before the item comes down into his head.

Chris Styles: IT'S A FUCKING FORK!!!!!

Jill Mathews: Noc is trying to dig that fork into the forehead of Roberto and if he is successful then you have to think that would be the end of this match.

Roberto is fighting it off as Noc now shoves his knee into the midsection of Roberto and takes him down to his knees. Roberto stops the fork attempt again and is fighting with all his might to keep Noc from driving that fork into his forehead but it is just inches away. Noc now opens up his stance to get better leverage on Roberto and has the fork almost touching the skin of the chef. Roberto somehow pulls a fast one on Noc as he now escapes right through the legs of Noc and the big man jabs the fork right into the mat with enough force that it sticks into the mat. Noc turns frustrated and Roberto charges with a drop kick to the chest of Noc that forces him back into the corner. Roberto now backs up and charges into the corner but unfortunately for him he charges right into the over sized boot of Nocturnal right into his jaw and Roberto goes down hard to the mat. Noc now grabs the second chair and begins to climb up the turnbuckle with it.

Vince Walters: What the hell is he doing? He should have grabbed that fork again while Roberto was down.

Noc now leaps off the top rope with the chair for a frog splash but as he is coming down, Roberto is able to grab the other chair and Noc lands as Roberto flings the already broken up chair right into his face with a massive impact.

Chris Styles: He was going for the mecha toad plash with that chair but amazing counter from Roberto and Noc doesn't look in good shape.

Noc rolls over onto his back and as he does you see a little red on the mat from where he was laying. The ref looks right at it and then looks over to Noc and you can see a little red coming through his face paint on his forehead and the ref calls for the bell.

!!!!!!!!!!DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tom Davis: And your winner.....CHEF Roberto!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vince Walters: NO FUCKING WAY

Chris Styles: See this is what happens when I agree with you ginger boy...never again damn it

Jill Mathews: Huge win for Roberto here tonight over a very game Nocturnal
Winner
Chef Roberto
Loser
Nocturnal
Outcome
First Blood
MAIN EVENT CHICAGO STREET FIGHT TAG TITLES MATCH
2 vs 2 Falls Count Anywhere
Ryan Pugh & Inkt
VS
Hunter Valentyne & Blair Buchannan-Valentyne
[Written by Jesse Styles]

As we come back from a final commercial break we see Pugh and Inkt standing in the ring while Blair and Hunter are standing outside the ring having just handed there tag title belts over to the time keeper. Hunter is now mouthing off to the time keeper something about not putting his hands all over the belts. The camera then shifts around the outside of the ring where three wooden crates are seen with no top on them and what seems to be weapons inside of them. The ref now looks like he's ready to signal for the bell for this tag team title match to begin.

Chris Styles: Yeah boys and girls there be my home dogs in Pugh and Inkt!

Jill Mathews: Your home dogs?

Vince Walters: We seriously need like a translator out here when dumb dumb speaks.

Chris Styles: What you trying to say foolio?

Vince Walters: That you are dumb.

Chris Styles: Am not!

Vince Walters: You so are.

Jill Mathews: Boys.....We do have a main event tag titles match to call here let's try to well not scream at one another.

Vince Walters: Let me take you on a date and I will just ignore the idiot.

Chris Styles: Naw fuck that Jill you want to go on a date with the mother fucking Cheetah baby yeah!

Jill Mathews: No, and hell no!

Vince Walters: When you say no I know that it means yes.

Jill Mathews: Oh my god can we just get this Chicago street fight started.

Chris Styles: Hey Jill I got wood for you baby.

Jill Mathews: Three inches doesn't cut it for me Chris.

Chris Styles: Oh this three inches would trust the Cheetah.

Jill Mathews:.......

Vince Walters: Chris take a clue dumb dumb she don't want you.

Chris Styles: Shut up Walters no one is talking to you bitch!

Vince Walters: Okay you and me out in the parking lot after the show!

Chris Styles: Good I'll bring the fn lube!

Vince Walters: Huh?

Chris Styles: I mean....Uh... Oh look the ref is about to ring that there bell son.

Jill Mathews: Thank christ for that.

DING!!!!

Vince Walters: The bell has rang I am not fan of any of the people in this ring so I guess I will just call as I see it.

Jill Mathews: Chicago Street fight rules meaning well there are very few rules except winning by first pinfall or submission makes your team the ether retaining tag champs or the new tag champs.

Chris Styles: Look at Blair and Hunters bitch asses still outside that ring scared they be son.

Jill Mathews: The bell just rang there Chris maybe there just taking there time yep see Hunter and Blair have both rolled into the ring now.

Vince Walters: Looks like the fight is on as Pugh and Inkt are moving towards Blair and Hunter.

Chris Styles: Get EM BOYS!

Jill Mathews: Oh wait Blair just rolled back outside the ring and now it's just Hunter standing there and he is looking out at Blair with one of those what the hell kind of looks.

Vince Walters: Blair is saying something about her nails but I can't fully understand it.

Chris Styles: Ohhh Hunter be in trouble haha.

Jill Mathews: Pugh and Inkt have closed in on Hunter now and he strikes first with a right hand to the face of Pugh but Inkt nails Hunter with a hard left to his gut. Now TaT N Fat looks to do some serious damage to Hunter.

Vince Walters: Wait, Blair she has pulled a GOLF CLUB out from one of those crates and rolled back into the ring behind TaT N Fat.

Jill Mathews: Looks like a nine iron to me.

Chris Styles: I hate golf god damn it look out boys!

Vince Walters: She is lined up behind Pugh now.

The nine iron connects right between Pugh's legs to his nuts dropping Pugh to the mat in a lot of pain!!!! While Inkt and Hunter slug it out near the corner Blair now takes aim and WHACK right across the back of Inkt's neck with the nine Iron dropping him to his knee's as Hunter cracks an evil smile a long with Blair. Hunter now drives a boot right to the face of Inkt knocking him flat on his back as Blair drops a leaping elbow drop into the heart of the now downed Inkt. Now as both Blair and Hunter are standing they begin to lay several kicks to the body of Inkt seemingly enjoying them self's but with there attention drawn Ryan Pugh has gotten back to his feet with a rather unpleased look across his face. He turns Blair around first grabbing a hold of her and a modified BLACK HOLE SLAM takes Blair down! Now Hunter charges in with a running elbow between the eyes of Pugh which rocks him and he then takes the big man down with a reverse neck breaker. Hunter mounts on top of Pugh delivering several fist shots to the face of Pugh and you can see the evil of one Hunter Valentyne pouring out of those shots. Just as he goes for a final hard punch to the face of Pugh Inkt stops it bringing Hunter to his feet and tossing Hunter back first against a corner turnbuckle. Inkt tossed Hunter like he weighed nothing practically showing off his well known strength. Inkt runs towards Hunter nailing him with a running shoulder block right to Hunters gut and that hurt Hunter without question. Meanwhile Blair has gotten to her feet just as Pugh is getting to his and she charges at him but Pugh side steps her tossing her over the top rope to the outside!! Pugh now yells for Inkt to move and just at the last second Inkt does move as Pugh hits a giant splash as Hunter was leaned back against one of the corner turnbuckles. But right before Hunter fell flat on his fat he managed to show a little fight by taking his right thumb and jamming it into the left eye of Inkt.

Chris Styles: What a splash TAT N FAT ALL THE WAY TAT N FAT ALL THE WAY YEAH SON!!!!

Vince Walters: Now the dumbass thinks he's a damned cheerleader....

Jill Mathews: Well truth be told TAT N FAT is in full control here but I don't think it's over quite yet.

Vince Walters: Seeing as how Blair has rolled back in the ring with a kendo stick I doubt it's over.

Chris Styles: Aw fuck look out boys crazy bitch got wood!

Vince Walters: Do you even know what you say half the time?

Chris Styles: Huh?

Blair now with the kendo stick comes up behind Pugh and Inkt who where both putting the boots to the downed Hunter and Inkt gets cracked across his back from the kendo stick but it had little effect as he turns around with a bit of a smile across his face causing Blair to take several steps back. Now Pugh has turned his attention to her as well as both of them begin to walk towards her and Blair continues to walk backwards.
Hunter has pulled him self to his feet now with help of the ring ropes and has that nine iron golf club that Blair used earlier in his left hand. He walks up behind Pugh and cracks it across Pugh's back!! Pugh turns towards Hunter feeling the pain from what just occurred but the big man still is on his feet that's until Hunter drives the nine iron into Pugh's gut multiple times dropping Pugh down to the ring mat. Blair and Inkt on the other hand have now both ended up outside the ring due to Blair trying to keep her distance from Inkt. However Blair has come to a stop by one of those crates pulling out another weapon. This weapon a flap jack which she holds in her right hand and the kendo stick in her left. Blair isn't backing off anymore as Inkt stops for a minute then shrugs his shoulders and heads in towards Blair. As he gets close WHACK kendo stick to his chest and a flap jack shot between his eyes knocks him off his feet and down on the outside. Blair sets the two weapons up on the ring apron as she quickly leaps up onto the ring apron and then up onto the top near by turnbuckle. She waits for Inkt to get up and as he does she leaps off attempting a LEAPING CROSS BODY but Inkt catches her and FALL AWAY SLAMS BLAIR ONTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!

Chris Styles: Aw damn I can see her boobies!

Jill Mathews: She is laid out right in front of us here and yes Chris is standing slobbering big shock.

Vince Walters: I was going to say who hasn't seen Blair's boobs but Chris you would be that one person who hasn't so nevermind.

Back on the inside of the ring Pugh and Hunter are both to there feet now slugging it out Hunter ducks a right hand from Pugh and bounces off the ropes as Pugh turns towards him but Pugh was waiting with a PUMP KICK RIGHT TO THE FACE OF HUNTER damned near knocking his head clear off. Pugh brings Hunter up to his feet lifting Hunter high in the air for a Gorilla Press like slam. Inkt has rolled back into the ring and now he's standing near Pugh and as Pugh released Hunter Inkt catches him and SLAMS HIM TO THE MAT!!! Some major team work there as the fans actually clapped a little from that for TAT N FAT. Blair has slowly made her way back inside the ring holding her back in some serious pain and Inkt is the one who see's her. He charges full speed ahead and BLAIR has her hands behind her back as he gets near she removes her hands from behind her back with a CAN OF HAIR SPRAY RIGHT TO THE EYES OF INKT!!! This has Inkt holding his eyes in pain and has caused him to come to a dead stop. Blair leaps up onto the top ring rope and back off it hitting a kick right across the face of Inkt an impressive kick indeed knocking Inkt off his feet. Now Blair is putting the boots or you could say heel like boots the the body of Inkt. Pugh has caught wind of what's going on as he is about to start walking towards her with Hunter laid out.

Jill Mathews: Wait what's going on it's JESSE STYLES MUSIC!

Vince Walters: OH PLEASE GOD LET GOD HIM SELF BE COMING OUT!

Chris Styles: That fuck can't be coming out he doesn't have a job with NEW!

Vince Walters: The Chicago crowd has erupted which normally I say who cares but Chicago is Jesse's town!

Jill Mathews: Well no Jesse still but Pugh's attention has been turned back towards the stage.

Suddenly the Edge Tron shows Sashta on the screen strapped to an old fashioned Electric chair and her yelling for Pugh to help her then the scene quickly phases out on the Edge Tron to a different setting this setting is out in the NEW backstage parking lot area where Jesse is seen leaning against a Red Fire Bird smoking a cigarette and with a half snicker across his face.

Jesse Styles: Ryan Pugh.... Did you catch that little image? Is it real? Is it fake? I mean you gotta ask your self that question and given my state of mind well I reckon you can figure out that answer. But, anyways as your half crippled ass I'm sure is wondering how in the fuck am I on the Edge Tron or much less backstage at an NEW event right? Again I will remind you there are people within the NEW that still support me and sure Ryan you can fire the entire staff I'm sure knowing you like I do that's what's on your mind but at the same time then you will hire a new enite crew and well I would still get support promise you that. Anyways last week and now this week I am interupting your so called show and being a royal pest in your life as you where mine. I will continue to do this week in and week out until I get what I want and you know what that is Ryan. All you gotta do is set up a one day contract with NEW EDGE on the line for Justice Six that's all you gotta do. But, fuck your a busy man you haven't even addressed me on tonights show or anything but I get it your busy booking your self in the main event trying to remain the star you think you should be and using your power a hell of a lot worse then I ever did. End of the day I strongly suggest you say yes and make the contract a reality because this is only going to keep happening. Now as for Sashta well your guess on her well being is uh your guess heh but I won't stop Chris Styles you little shit for a brother you best watch your back because I know you and your every move so watch your back little brother. And, Ryan cya next week!

With that the EDGE TRON faded back to black.

Chris Styles: Uh....I think I best be going now....

Vince Walters: Wait Chris where you going shit's just getting good son!

Jill Mathews: Hey if he wants to leave by all means let him.

Vince Walters: Jesse Styles is the rightful Owner and that's that as for Chris leaving remember Chris Jesse aka GOD knows your every move.

Back in the ring Pugh has a pissed off look across his face and with Inkt down currently Blair has pulled a wood chair out of one of the crates and runs up behind PUGH SMASHING THE WOODEN CHAIR OVER THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!! Hunter rises to his feet as he kicks Pugh in the face several times and now both Blair and Hunter are getting there shots in. However Inkt has just gotten up rather quickly and he yells over at both of them causing them both to turn around DOUBLE DULL NEEDLE!!!!!!!!!! A DOUBLE DULL NEEDLE!!! INKT PINS BLAIR!!!!!

ONE.....


TWO.....


THREE!!!!!!!

DING!!!

DING!!!

Tom Davis: Here are your winners and now once again the reigning NEW TAG CHAMPIONS TAT N FAT!!!

Inkt gets handed the tag belts inside the ring while Ryan Pugh has crawled up the ramp way with his face a bloody mess as he seems to be trying to crawl up it trying to get backstage but as he crawled near the top of the entrance ramp TRISTIAN AMBROSE APPEARS from out of the curtain kicking Pugh in his bloody face then bringing Pugh to his feet and DROPPING HIM FACE FIRST of the Steel ramp WITH ULTRA VIOLENT!!!!!!
Inkt runs up the ramp after Tristian but he quickly heads back through the curtain before Inkt could reach him. Pugh gets rolled over onto his back by Inkt who places one of the tag belts across Pugh's chest then the camera catches a close up of the bloody Pugh talking to Inkt nothing is head but yelling.

Jill Mathews: Wow what a series of events right there first Jesse then Inkt pulls off an amazing double dull needle to reclaim the tag belts and then Tristian Ambrose attacks Pugh.

Vince Walters: All great action the best part was Jesse though!

Jill Mathews: I really do hope Sashta is okay though.

Vince Walters: I have a feeling well given what Pugh's put Jesse threw honestly I don't know for a second I thought I might but I don't.

Jill Mathews: Well we will see you next week folks on another edition of Ignite where Pugh defends his NEW World Title against Tristian Ambrose and the Way to Justice continues!






Winner
Inkt
Loser
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne
Outcome
Pinfall