IGNITE 194

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IGNITE 194
Event Date: June 6, 2014 at 1 pm
Event Deadline: June 4, 2014 at 9 pm
As the Path to Justice rolls on IGNITE 194 will hail from South Bend Indiana at the Joyce Center!! With the now former NEW World Champion Ryan Pugh having lost to Tristian Ambrose the world awaits to see the current Owners response to all that went down in the match. Also the NEW World waits to here from first time NEW World Champion Tristian Ambrose who now must defend the title in his first title defense in the main event of Justice Six in the Terrordome! It is also said that there will be a confrontation between all members of the Terrordome match this week on Ignite. So you won't want to miss this!


THE CHAMPION'S FIRST STATEMENT
One man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Tristan Ambrose
Crowd: Ambrose! Ambrose! Ambrose! Ambrose!

The scene opens up to the NEW faithful are loud and are making their voice heard as Tom Davis is in the ring all smiles, the crowd dies down a bit to hear what the veteran ring announcer has to say....

Tom Davis: Ladies and gentlemen..... your NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, TRISTAN AMBROSE!!!!!

“Justice” by Rev Theory begins to blare through the P.A system as the crowd is scanned, some dawning Ambrose’s gear and one group of fans with a banner that says “The Future”... As the vocals of the song kick up, Tristan walks out onto the stage clad in his now trademark tactical gear, with the World title sitting on his shoulder. Lifting a free hand to his ear to get an unheard of reaction for himself as he begins to stroll down the ring.

Clapping hands of fans and clunking a kid’s replica of the title with his, he strolls onto the steps and swings a leg into the ring.

Climbing into the ring, Tristan holds the title high as he walks to the corner. Holding the title out, he smirks as pyro explodes from the stage as red and black confetti flies out as he shouts out to the NEW faithful. Hopping down, he repeats the action to the opposite side giving the world a view of their new champion. pulls a microphone out of his vest Tapping the mic, he throws out a cheeky grin, licking his lower lip he brings the mic to his mouth.

Ambrose: Last week, saw the end of an era.... The fall of an Icon. Last week saw the end of the six month reign of Ryan Pugh and lets be honest with ourselves... This title, for the first time in six months came home with someone who earned in, they said it couldn’t be done that it couldn’t happen but here I, your champion... Six matches in and i’m already at the top, Ryan Pugh he didn’t wanna surrender the crown so I, claimed the whole damn kingdom... But now we look to the future, we look to Justice, were if anything else, on the one way road to hell, a collision course with violence, where I walk into the gladiator’s pit known as Terror Dome.

Drawing the last word out, Ambrose strolled around the ring, placing the title on the ropes, clicking the buttons together so it hung there.

Ambrose: For this, What are they going to sacrifice, see the way I look at it, I am the one that walks in to this match with everything to lose... Nobody else can lose more than me in Terror Dome, and I know they are gonna try and claw their way into the promise land but I promise you that the hounds that guard the gate will rip you to shreds before you make it.... Two Tiers of solid steel chain, combined with sick minds and sicker weapons... all.. for this.

Pointing at the title, Tristan looks at it for a moment, soaking in this moment, the reaction...

Ambrose: I.. Will not... Be toppled on my first defense.. This is my castle now, and all of you, that are preparing for a siege.... know what you are getting into, know what you are willing to sacrifice, because I....

The arena goes black.
CHALLENGE OF SORTS
Two man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Tristan AmbroseRodrigo Ramon Rojas

The big screen comes to life. Static fills the screen.

Vince Walters: What the hell is he doing out here?

Jill Matthews: This guy does creep me out. More than you and that’s saying a lot.

Vince Walters: Nice.

Jill Matthews: That wasn’t a compliment.

Cameras pan around the sea of anxious people who are cheering loudly at the showing of respect towards the USA. Suddenly, the cheering ceases as the loudspeakers crackle, all attention devoted to these very special proceedings. A large American Flag unfolds from the rafters and hangs majestically over the ring area, each ear expecting to hear the immortal “Star Spangled Banner”.

The big screen started to show all sorts of American iconic sites. Children playing in the streets, baseball match’s, troops in the Middle East. Those images dissolve into footage of various terrorist attacks from around the world including 9-11 until finally; a cross appears upon the screen. This soon gives way to a hooded figure. The scene pulls back to fill the whole screen with this figure.

As “Personal Jesus” by Johnny Cash begins to blare loudly through the arena, it is eerily evident that this wouldn’t be a time for celebration. Outraged and appalled, the almost speechless fans erupted in hatred all at once.

Triple R: Oh little Tristan…….How is it going Champ?

The fans began booing nearly to the point of an inverted standing ovation. The noise from the fans was deafening with the ferocity of the boos. Ambrose just looks on with disdain in his eyes.

Triple R: So now you’ve got your little trinket. Does it make you feel good? Does it complete you my little friend?

Vince Walters: I'm starting to agree.

Triple R with the rest of his entourage stride through the curtain and looks at the fans with a look of pleasure in their eyes. Thick gleaming biceps protrude from his armless leather trench coat, under which he wears a new “Coterie” t-shirt. His legs are straight and slightly apart; His eyes, dark, deep with the reflection of the sinners burning within them. Then raising his arms outstretched in an age-old gesture of defiance and supremacy as phosphorus flames blast in twin columns either side of his towards the roof.

They slowly walk down the ramp way and Rodrigo enters the ring and stands in front of Tristan.

Triple R: So hey kid. We’ve not been formally introduced. I am Rodrigo Ramon Rojas.

He holds his hand out in front of him with a huge smirk on his face. Ambrose looks at it and looks Rodrigo in the face before turning and walking around the ring.

Ambrose: What do you want Rodrigo? Why are you interrupting me?

Triple R: Straight to the point. I can respect you for that kid. I know you notice my little collection around the ring but do not be nervous.

Ambrose: Nervous? I’m the World Champion. What have I to be nervous about? Why should I be afraid of a bunch of sideshow freaks that have to use some sort of Taser to get over?

Rodrigo shows his other hand which is empty.

Triple R: Balls as well? A big set. No, I just came out here to congratulate you on winning that belt off of Ryan Pugh and wish you luck in the Terror Dome match.

Ambrose: ……..Ok. Thanks?

Triple R (Interrupting): And I would not believe those naysayers backstage talking about you being a transitional Champion. No, Tristan, I believe in you and your skills. I believe that you are going to go onto Terror Dome and defend that gold strap successfully. You are the one good thing to come along in this promotion that brings a bright shining light to it.

Ambrose looks confused but nods.

The arena goes black once again.

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.

Vince Walters: He’s not looking happy.

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.

Nocturnal: Cut my goddamn music off. Cut it off.

He charges down to the ring and rolls in.

Crowd: Boo!!!

Nocturnal: What the hell are you doing Rodrigo? Why are you talking to this punk? He’s a nobody and it will be proved at Terror Dome.

He smirks as he walks around the ring.

Nocturnal: You really think you stand a chance to keep hold of that Gold Strap? Do you? You are nothing but a paper champion until someone like Nocturnal wants his property back. Do you think people like Valentyne or Wright will let you leave the cage with it?

He smiles before looking down the camera lens.

Nocturnal: This is my time people. Not the old timers back in the locker room. And Pugh? No? Really? He’s not in match? What? A mistake right? Doesn’t deserve it. Oh open wound? Still hurting? Get over it Pugh. You feeling sorry because someone took your property be a man and come see him about it.

Ambrose: And you’ve got a point?

Crowd: Ambrose! Ambrose!

Nocturnal: Oh? It’s like that is it? I’m taking that belt off of you punk.

He walks round the ring and leans over the ropes.

Nocturnal: You are a delusional cunt if you think you are leaving Terror Dome with MY belt.

He slaps the title belt on Ambrose’s shoulder.

Nocturnal: Polish it up for me.

Throwing the microphone down to the mat he leaves the ring.

Triple R: Okay……….Good luck to both of you then.
STONE VS JOHNSON
1 vs 1
"The Canadian Warrior" Mike Johnson VS Devin Stone

Tom Davis: Our next match is scheduled for one fall…. Already in the ring, hailing from Canada… Here is “The Canadian Warrior” Mike Johnson!!!

The crowd boos Johnson. As the camera pan around the arena, you can see a group of fans burning a Canadian flag out in the audience.

Tom Davis: And his opponent…. Hailing from Sacramento, California…. “Big Nasty” Devin Stone!!!

“My World” by Brand New Sin begins blaring throughout the arena as Devon Stone makes his way to the ring. Stone walks up the steel side steps and then steps over the top rope into the ring. He doesn’t wait for the bell as he immediately mauls Johnson….

Ding Ding!!

Stone punches Johnson in the face at least twenty times. But Johnson doesn’t fall to the ground. Stone then grabs Johnson and delivers a neck breaker sending Johnson hard to the mat.

Vince Walters: Stone is having his way with the Canadian and these crazy ass Indiana fans are having their way with the Canadian flag! I hope these assholes don’t set the building on fire.

Jill Matthews: These “assholes” pay your salary!

Vince Walters: We can’t all be wealthy porn stars, now can we?

Stone hasn’t let up yet on Johnson as he now has him in a bear hug, squeezing out what little bit of Canadian fight is left in Johnson. Stone then releases the bearhug and tosses Johnson aside like a piece of garbage. Next he bounces off the ropes and drops the most devastating leg drop since 1984! But Stone doesn’t go for the pin.

Jill Matthews: Why is Stone prolonging this massacre? Just pin him and win the damn match!

Vince Walters: Because that isn’t Big Nasty’s style!!

Big Nasty signals that it’s over as he brings Johnson to his feet and delivers his finishing move, The AfterThought2!!! Stone places one foot over the chest of Mike Johnson…


1…


2….

3!!!

Ding Ding!!

Tom Davis: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner… “Big Nasty” Devin Stone!!!

Vince Walters: My God what a dominating force this Devon Stone is!! He just absolutely anal raped Mike Johnson with zero lube usage! The rest of the NEW locker room better be on alert…

Jill Matthews: As for Mike Johnson, he looks dead….

Vince Walters: Time to haul his carcass back to Canada….

Stone’s music plays as he celebrates his easy win. The paramedics come down to ringside and check Johnson’s pulse before loading him on a stretcher and hauling him back to Canada as instructed.

Written by Ricky
Winner
Devin Stone
Loser
"The Canadian Warrior" Mike Johnson
Outcome
Pinfall
SALEM
One man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
"Warforged" Salem Morningstar
The scene opens up with a large "Ignite" banner displayed proudly in the picture. Standing ahead of it with a large smile in a nice suit is none other then NEW interviewer, Clark Benson, a microphone in hand. It doesn't take long for life to come into the picture as Benson takes off with his segment.

Benson: Ladies and Gentlemen, Clark Benson here and yet another exciting installment of New Edges Ignite! We're just coming off a show where we saw the crowning of a new NEW World Champion, and another participant added to the most violent match of the year...Terrordome! But here with me tonight is a man who made quite an impressive debue last week on Ignite with a quick submission victory over none other then Van Gorgeous.....Salem Morningstar!

The camera pans out slightly as a smiling Salem walks into the picture sporting a large smile and his beautiful wife on his arm. A slight pop can be heard from the crowd in atendance watching from their seats, but the slight buzz is quickly drown out by Benson.

Benson: First of all Salem I want to welcome you to New Edge Wrestling and extend my congratulations to you on such an impressive victory last week against Van Gorgeous!

Salem nods slightly as Benson extends the mic to Salem.

Salem: Thank you Clark, it was an honor to finally get a chance to compete in the NEW ring...much less pick up my first victory here against such a veteran to the sport.

Benson: I'm sure, but lets not forget your a bet of a veteran in the squared circle yourself!

Salem: Well, in a way yes. I have been in this sport for ten years now, but I also started when I was sixteen. But, this is my first true run in the big leagues...once you make that step its almost like you become a greenhorn all over again.

Benson: Well, I've never seen a greenhorn perform like that! It seems as though there as been a slight influx of indi talent being recruited to what you call, the Big Leagues, your thought on that?

Salem: Well there has just been a tremendous amount of talent blowing up on the indi scene. I mean lets use our new NEW World Champion as an example. Tristan was a gem in the indies and now that he got his opportunity, he grabbed it and ran with it. There is a big difference between the so called "Veteran Superstars" of NEW and those of us who have come from the indies, clawing and fighting for even an opportunity to be considered for a spot here. You know N.E.W. is at the top of the world, when you pull guys like us up... we fight with passion and drive, we havn't been ruined by the large paychecks and over inflated egoes. And what happens when you pit passion and true drive against that? Exactly what you saw last week in two matches...the fake and corrupt fall.

Benson: And by "Veteren Superstars" I'm assuming your referring to Ryan Pugh and Van Gorgeous?

Salem: Of course, as well as others like Hunter Valentyne, Blair Buchannon-Valentyne, Inkt, and I'll even to go as far as to say Triple X himself.

Benson: Woh, those are some strong statements. I'm not sure if....

Salem: If I should speak the truth? Should I fear the whiplash of calling the NEWs sovereign out?

Benson: I'm just saying, while your victory over Van Gorgeous was impressive. He himself isn't at the level of those names you just spoke.

Salem: Let me ask you something Benson, how do you think I made it to N.E.W?

Benson: With hard work, by pu..

Salem: Yes, by pushing myself. By never settling for any height. No matter who I defeated or what feat I achieved I had to raise the bar higher, I had to claim another step. I have fought for years for this opportunity, and just like our new Champion, I plan to run with it.

Benson: And in what direction do you plan to run to first?

Salem: What is a common goal among all of us on the roster?

Benson: ...gold?

Salem: Exactly. So, Benson...N.E.W. fans and any other competitor with New Edge Wrestling. I, Salem Morningstar, will officially throw my hat into the race for the currently vacant N.E.W. Youngblood Championship.

Benson: After one victory, you think your ready to run for gold?

Salem: I was ready before the bell rang last week. You will see in the coming weeks better and better performances then you did last week, a chance for glory has already been given to one Hero of the Indies....lets see if another is given....

With that Salem smiles to the camera once more and walks off screen with his wife, Raeven.
YOUNGBLOOD VS LOOKOUT
1 vs 1
The Lookout VS Jake Youngblood
Tom Davis: And first out, making his debut for New Edge Wrestling, the Lookout!!!

The lights go down and a spotlight searches all around the arena. It suddenly picks out a figure in the rafters. It is the Lookout.

Vince Walters: There he is.

Jill Matthews: Where? OH!

The Lookout launches himself forward off the rafter and abseil's down to the ring.

Vince Walters: Got to say that was badass.

Jill Matthews: Okay.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, Jake Youngblood!!!

“Evil Way” [NEW Edit] by Blues Saraceno hits as Jake Youngblood comes through the curtain. He makes his way down ringside, enters the ring going to the second rope striking a pose. He looks at the Lookout who is just standing motionless in the corner.

Vince Walters: It is good to have Jake back in New Edge.

Jill Matthews: He is very talented.

The two men circle each other for several seconds, analysing each other's weaknesses. The two men lock up with a double grapple, and Jake wins the initial contest of strength, hip tossing The Lookout onto the mat. Jake then quickly goes to lift The Lookout up, but The Lookout low blows him in the groin quickly, making him keel over. As Jake bends over, The Lookout grabs him by his shoulder and leg, and Russian Leg Sweeps him to the mat.

Jill Matthews: Nicely done.

The Lookout runs towards the ropes, and bounces off with a clothesline. However, when he attempts to complete the second part of it, Jake grabs him, and shoves him into the ropes. When The Lookout returns Jake clothesline’s him to the mat, and quickly hooks his leg for the pin fall attempt.

.......1

..........1.5

.......... The Lookout power kicks out.

Vince Walters: It's good to see Jake is back and on form?

Jill Matthews: Yeah, yeah......but he does seems a bit frustrated.

Vince Walters: True.

Jill Matthews: He’s the underdog in this match as the Lookout is here.

Jake slaps the mat, and rolls out of the ring, searched under the ring for a good weapon. Meanwhile, The Lookout gets up, and runs towards the ropes, slides out of the ring, and grabbing Jake's head, executes a suicide neck breaker. Jake bounces off The Lookout's shoulder, and falls onto the concrete. The Lookout shakes his head, and quickly searches for a weapon. Then, he finds a Fire Extinguisher, and shrugs, tosses it into the ring. He then finds a chair, and tosses it into the ring as well. He finds a trash can, with several kendo sticks and two lids, and tosses them into the ring. Finally, he finds a stop sign, and tosses it into the ring. The referee catches the stop sign on the back of his head knocking him down, groggily.

Jill Matthews: Referee's down.

The Lookout lifts up Jake, and rolls him back into the ring. The Lookout climbs the apron, and smirks as he enters the ring. The Lookout goes to lift up Jake, but Jake is ready for it. He has picked up a trash lid, and crashes it into his head. Jake then sweeps him off his feet with the lid, making The Lookout crash into the mat. Jake then climbs the turnbuckle, and turns to the fans of The Lookout for a second. The referee slowly gets to his feet. Jake launches off with a Dragon Suplex, and connects, hooking the leg for the pin.

.........1

...........2

........ The Lookout kicks out, and the fans begin to cheer. Jake lifts The Lookout up, and whips him towards the ropes, but The Lookout reverses it, and sends Jake flying into the ropes. Then, when Jake returns, The Lookout kicks him in the gut, and delivers a big-time face slam. The Lookout goes for the pin.

........1

.............2

........Jake kicks out. The Lookout, angry, picks up a Kendo stick, and brings it down across Jake's shoulder, making him grit his teeth, and sink down to one knee. Then, The Lookout brings it down to Jake's head, and Jake collapses onto the mat. He smiles, he turns around to be met by the referee who grabs the kendo stick out of his hands and throws it out of the ring.

Vince Walters: The Referee's getting Hard-core now!!!!

The Lookout pushes the referee, threatening him but then he slowly turns, searching for Jake. When he turns towards his direction, he receives a bad gift; a face full of extinguishing sprays from the fire extinguisher. The fans boo as Jake crashes the Extinguisher over The Lookout's head, making him collapse to the mat.

Vince Walters: Superheroes can’t see through the smoke?

Jake climbs the turnbuckle, and prepares for the second time in his match to execute a Dragon Suplex on The Lookout. The fans in attendance boo as Jake launches off towards The Lookout. He flies through the air, making his way to The Lookout. The Lookout picks up the chair, and smiles, before blasting Jake in the back of the head with it, making him fall in mid-air to the mat. The Lookout gets up, and lifts up Jake as the fans in attendance cheer like hell for The Lookout. He smiles and picks up the bloodied Jake, signalling to the crowd for the end he attempts a choke slam but Jake reverses it into a big time ddt for a pin.

..............1

..............2

..........The Lookout grabs the tights and rolls Jake up.

.........1

..........2

.................Jake grabs the ropes and twists with a roll and pins the Lookout.

……..1

…………2

…………..3!!!

Vince Walters: Oh my god! He beat the Superhero!!!

Tom Davis: And your winner Jake Youngblood!!!
Winner
Jake Youngblood
Loser
The Lookout
Outcome
Pinfall
THE WORLD HAS ENDED
Two man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Ryan PughInkt


We cut backstage to see a path of wreckage as the camera quickly makes its way through it. The camera turns the corner to find Hunter Valentyne and Roger Wright just slugging it out back and forth. Roger smashes his right hand into the face of Hunter as he backs against a wall and Roger reaches over to grab some kind of pipe and then lands it right into the open ribs of Hunter. Hunter doubles over as Roger lifts the pipe up over his head but as he does we hear a loud thud and see a massive arm nail Roger across the back of the head. Roger drops the pipe and stumbles forward as the camera pans out enough to see that the arm belonged to none other then Ryan Pugh.

Jill Mathews: What the hell is Pugh doing?

Vince Walters: Whatever it is, he don't look too happy

Roger now turns to face Pugh with a look of defiance on his face but before he can make a move, Hunter lunges forward and lands a low blow. Roger is stopped in his tracks but not for long as Inkt now comes charging into the picture from behind Roger and drives his shoulder right into the lower back and nails a dirty needle.

Jill Mathews: Oh come on now, this is uncalled for

Roger was forced down to the ground from the impact of the dirty needle as Pugh now takes a step forward and stands over the fallen Wright. Pugh nods his head to Inkt who is now picking Wright up as Hunter has a look of uneasy on his face, not sure what is or isn't about to happen. Inkt now hands Roger over as Pugh picks him up for what looks to be a back suplex but Pugh turns and then spins Roger out as he then drives Roger face first into a huge equipment chest that was sitting up against the wall.

Vince Walters: Sell Out on that big trunk and someone needs to step in and stop this

Pugh now takes a deep breath as he looks over to Inkt, then both of them look over to Hunter who appears to be getting himself ready for a fight. Out of nowhere, a smile forms on the lips of Pugh and then on the lips of Hunter as all three of them look down on the fallen Wright and then take their leave down the hallway as medical personal rush in to help Roger but not before Hunter has the last word.

Hunter: Don't forget to clock in bitch

Jill Mathews: What the hell did we just see? Those three can not be working together

Vince Walters: It damn sure looked like they were working together to me and if that is the case then the word just came to end. Mark it down on your calendars, this is the day the apocalypse started

Jill Mathews: Well I am not sure exactly what is going on here but I have a hunch they are going to let us know sooner rather then later

Vince Walters: Will someone fucking help Roger please? Damn it I am sick and tired of that fat bastard!
WINNER GOES TO JUSTICE FOR A SHOT AT THE VACANT X-CORE TITLE. X-CORE RULES MATCH.
1 vs 1 Falls Count Anywhere
Inkt VS Matthew Carter
Tom Davis: The following contest is set for one fall and will be contest under Xcore Rules. The winner of this match will go to Justice to fight for the Xcore Title. Introducing first, from Weberville, Texas and weighing in tonight at 237 pounds, this is MATTHEW CARTER!!!!!!!!!

The sound of a gun slide priming precedes the opening instrumental of Bullet with a name on it. As the first chorus begins Matthew Carter emerges from the back full of energy. he makes his way down to the ring slapping hands with fans. Reaching the ring he slides in under the bottom rope and crosses the ring. Standing on the second rope he points to the crowd and then himself.

Jill Mathews: You have to believe this is going to be an up hill battle for Carter because there is no way Pugh is just going to set in the back and watch this one.

Vince Walters: Which is a shame because on paper this should be a very good match with two of the best we have ever seen here in NEW.

Jill Mathews: And what role, if any, will Hunter Valentyne play in this as well? Has he joined up with Pugh and Inkt in Evo?

Vince Walters: Who the hell knows but I can almost guarantee that this will not be just a one on one situation right here.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, by way of Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 240 pounds, he is one half of the tag team champions and represents Evo, this is......INKT!!!!!!!!!!

The lowly guitar rift plays quietly at first, and then begins to amplify. Standing at the top of the ramp taking in the various cheers and jeers, we find Inkt with a smirk on his face. Pugh is standing right by his side with his hand on the Man O' War's shoulder as he leans over and speaks into Inkt's ear. Pugh then steps back and smiles as Inkt looks down to the ring and then nods to himself and proceeds down the ramp at a confident pace. Pugh takes a step back and makes his way back behind the curtain leaving his tag team partner to his business. Slapping hands of the several outstretched arms as he picks up the pace. As he nears the ring, he slides under the bottom rope, and springs to his feet from within the ring. Moving from one side to the next, Inkt grasps the top ropes, and springs them back and fourth testing their resistance. Pausing when he's done, he throws his hands into the air to receive one last pop before the match is under way.

Jill Mathews: Well it looks like Pugh will not be joining us out here for this match

Vince Walters: I will beat my nut sack that we have not seen the last of him

Jill Mathews: Who would want to make a bet for your balls?

Vince Walters: It's figure of speech Jill

Jill Mathews: If you say so

Vince Walters: Indeed I do


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


The two men lock up in the middle of the ring and after a moment, Inkt shoves Carter back and puts his back against the turnbuckle as Carter has a look of disbelief in his eyes and Inkt is just smiling. Carter smacks his own arms and comes out of the corner trying to pump himself up as he circles around Inkt and then goes into a lock up one more time. Again after just a moment, Inkt shows his mammoth strength and shoves Carter hard back into the corner again. Carter begins to look nervous as Inkt flexes at him and smirks.

Jill Mathews: The power game of Inkt is just way too much, Carter can not win that game, he has got to ground Inkt and not let him use his power.

Vince Walters: I have a feeling that is way easier said then done Jill, but you are absolutely right none the less

Carter again comes out of the corner searching his brain for a new game plan as he circles Inkt once more. Inkt goes for a lock up once more but this time Carter quickly takes the back of Inkt and turns it into a side head lock. Inkt shows his power once again as he lifts Carter up off the mat and seems to be going for a back suplex but Carter puts all his weight forward and rolls his hips as Inkt gets taken over with a rolling head lock and now has his back on the mat and Carter still has control of his head. Carter synchs his grip on the head of Inkt but Inkt quickly is fighting back up to his feet and now jams his right hand into the lower back of Carter and forces him into the ropes. Inkt goes for a clothesline but Carter ducks under it and gains momentum as Inkt turns around and Carter leaps up with a spinning elbow that lands right to the jaw of Inkt.

Jill Mathews: Carter has Inkt on his heels

Vince Walters: He needs to push this advantage and stay on him, you cant let Inkt breath or he will make you pay.

Inkt has stumbled back against the ropes as Carter fires in a couple forearm shots before grabbing the arm of Inkt and sending him across to the other ropes but follows him in with a stiff knee right into the mid section of Inkt. Carter keeps control of the arm of Inkt and now sends him into the ropes again and again follows him in with a knee into the gut. Carter still has the arm of Inkt as he leads him away from the ropes and now hooks it around the neck of Inkt as he spins him around and turns it into a modified neck breaker and gets Inkt back down on his back. Carter hooks the leg of Inkt and goes for the first pin of the match.

1..........kick out!

As soon as Inkt is able to get his shoulder off the mat, Carter begins to fire a barrage of right hands into the temple of Inkt. Carter gets back up on his feet and is fired up as he is waving for Inkt to get up to his. Inkt stumbles up and Carter charges and nails him with a dropkick right into the chest but Inkt doesn't go down just yet. Carter backs up and charges again and again nails him with a dropkick right into the chest and Inkt is forced back into the corner with a thud. Carter quickly climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and begins to fire right hands into the eye of Inkt as the crowd counts along with every shot. They get up to eight before Inkt is able to lock his massive arms behind the legs of Carter and now comes out of the corner with Carter in a power bomb position. Carter continues to throw right hand after right hand until Inkt slams him down hard on the mat with a power bomb. Inkt keeps his hands locked and picks Carter back up off the mat and then right back down with a second power bomb as Carter has his neck just snap off the mat.

Jill Mathews: There is the power of Inkt and it can turn everything around on a dime just like we just saw

Vince Walters: Carter is in the last place you want to be with Inkt, flat on his back

Inkt now takes a deep breath as he looks around for a moment and then steps out of the ring and grabs a trash can from the floor that is packed with weapons. Inkt tosses it back into the ring as the weapons go everywhere and then he grabs a chair and throws that into the ring and then a second chair that he throws in and then grabs a third chair and keeps this one in hand as he returns back into the ring with Carter just now starting to get up to his feet. Carter turns around and Inkt smashes the chair right into the ribs of Carter. Carter doubles over as Inkt now takes the chair and slams it across the back of Carter. Carter now falls to his knees and Inkt brings the chair up again and as Carter looks up, Inkt slams the chair right into the face of Carter and Carter just falls to the mat from the thud.

Jill Mathews: This might be about to get ugly and knowing Inkt, it is about to get REAL ugly

Inkt now slams the chair to the mat and glares into the crowd as they boo him and he just shakes his head. Inkt now reaches down and grabs a kendo stick that came out of the trash can and turns and brings it down across the back of Carter with a sickening thud that echoes through the arena. Inkt again uses the kendo stick as he lets out a series of five or six more shots across the back of Carter until the stick has now splintered and busted. Inkt tosses the stick aside as you can now see the whelps on the back of Carter already from all the shots and Carter is reaching for the ropes to try and pull himself up. Carter is in the process of pulling himself up as Inkt grabs a second kendo stick and as Carter drapes his arms over the top rope and Inkt lunges forward and nails Carter across the back yet again with the new stick. Inkt now goes low and takes the kendo stick to the back of the knee of Carter and then up high across the back of the head of Carter and he seems to be out and just dangling over the ropes.

Vince Walters: This is getting out of hand, enough is enough already

Inkt tosses the stick aside and now grabs the trash can itself and makes sure it has been emptied out and places it on the mat. Inkt now grabs the legs of Carter and turns away from him as he has Carter's legs dangling over his shoulders. Inkt now yells out and snaps forward as he brings Carter over him and back first right on the trash can with a high angle version of a spine buster. Carter is folded up in the trash can on the mat and looks completely out of it as Inkt looks around with a smug look on his face.

Jill Mathews: Carter might have a concussion from that kendo stick shot to the back of his head and after that spine buster, Carter might be hurt right now

Vince Walters: No he is damn sure hurt, but he might be injured and injured badly

Jill Mathews: I have no idea what Inkt is doing though, he could win the match right here but he is just standing there

Vince Walters: Cause he is a dumb ass dip shit just like the rest of the idiots that hang out with Pugh.

Inkt now pulls Carter out of the trash can and tosses it aside as he brings Carter up to his feet and pushes him up against the ropes. Inkt smiles as he takes and lifts his right hand and then slaps the taste right out of Carter's mouth. Carter however quickly answers back after the slap with a swift kick right into the crotch of Inkt! Carter then strikes out with a series of right hands that force Inkt back as Carter is trying to clear his head and get back into this one. Carter now charges but runs right into a boot from Inkt that takes him back down. Inkt shakes it off and now for some reason decides to move out onto the apron as he grabs the top rope and waits for Carter to get up to his feet. Carter begins to get up as Inkt grips the ropes tighter and then catapults himself into the ring for a shoulder block but as Carter turns he grabs another kendo stick and counters Inkt in mid air and brings the stick right across the bridge of Inkt's nose with a thud.

Jill Mathews: WHAT A COUNTER!!!!!!

Vince Walters: Get on him Carter...this is your chance!

Inkt is holding his nose as he gets up to his knees and Carter nails Inkt right across the back with the kendo stick only to then smash it into the bowed out chest of Inkt and then finally right across the face with a baseball like swing. Blood is now falling from the nose of Inkt as it appears Carter has broke it but he is far from done. Carter looks around the ring for just a moment before grabbing a baking sheet off the mat and then climbing up to the second rope and jumping off and smashing the sheet right across the head of Inkt. Carter now kicks some wreckage out of the way as he grabs a chair and throws it to the mat in front of Inkt. Carter grabs him around the head and then snaps back with a spike DDT and drives Inkt head first into the chair. This brings Ryan Pugh back down the ramp as he is yelling at the ring and at Carter.

Vince Walters: Told you he would be back out here

Jill Mathews: Carter may have had this one finished right there

Vince Walters: We will never know will we? Fucking fat shit

Carter has now grabbed another chair as Pugh climbs up on the apron but before Pugh could try and get in the ring, Carter nails him right in the face with the chair. Pugh falls off the apron and too the floor as Carter turns around and Inkt is getting back up to his feet. Carter kicks Inkt right in the gut and then grabs him by the head and then runs up the turnbuckle and takes Inkt down with his Fight or Flight!

Jill Mathews: IT'S OVER!!!

Carter grabs the leg of Inkt for the cover as the ref goes down for the count.

1......................2...........................NO!!!

Pugh grabs the leg of the ref and pulls him out of the ring to stop the count before he could get to a three. Carter now gets up off the mat with a look of frustration on his face and turns to see Pugh and the ref arguing on the floor. Carter throws his hands up in the air and turns around shaking his head and turns right into a massive superman punch from Inkt that catches him right on the button! Inkt now falls on top of Carter as Pugh grabs the ref and forces him back into the ring telling him to count.

Vince Walters: This is such bullshit

1..........................2........................3! NO!!!!!!!

Jill Mathews: CARTER KICKED OUT!!!!!!!

Vince Walters: How the hell is he still in this thing?

Jill Mathews: That is what Pugh is saying outside, look at how mad he is

Vince Walters: I love it when shit don't go his way, its almost better then sex

Pugh is now yelling at Inkt to finish the job as Inkt is a bloody mess already and half out of it himself. Inkt now grabs Carter and pulls him up to his feet and then up on his shoulders as he is going for the tramp stamp but as soon as Carter is up on the shoulders of Inkt, he digs his fingers into the already swollen eyes of Inkt and rakes them as he falls off the shoulders of the big man. Carter lands on his feet as Inkt staggers around and right into the arms of Carter who leaps up and grabs the head of Inkt and forces him down with a complete shot that sends Inkt face first into a chair!

Jill Mathews: That's got to be it

Vince Walters: Watch Pugh

Pugh is trying to get back in the ring again as Carter charges and hits a drop kick that sends Pugh flying off the apron and nailing the barricade. Carter turns around as Hunter Valentyne has jumped the barricade on the other side and made his way into the ring. Hunter has a lead pipe in his hand as Carter turns right into a shot from Hunter right to the temple. Carter hits the mat with a thud and is out cold as Hunter now grabs Inkt and pulls him on top of Carter before jumping back out of the ring.

1...............2..................3!!!!


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

Tom Davis: Your winner.....INKT!!!!!

Jill Mathews: Inkt my ass, Carter got absolutely screwed and fucked here tonight and there was no lube to be found

Vince Walters: We need to be done with him once and for all, someone has got to step up and put an end to this bullshit once and for all

Written by Pugh
Winner
Inkt
Loser
Matthew Carter
Outcome
Pinfall
CRANIUM VS PEDRO
1 vs 1
"The Enormous" Richard Cranium VS Pedro Hernandez
Tom Davis: the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first already in the ring, PEDRO HERNANDEZ!!!!!

Jill Matthews: Should be a pretty good one here. Pedro has been a bit on the snide lately but he has a chance to really turn it around here against a Richard Cranium who himself has been struggling a bit.

Vince Walters: Yeah this match is really an opportunity for one of these two men to turn it around and right the ship.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, 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: Both men are in the ring and they look ready to go.

Vince Walters: Well I sure hope they are because there is the bell and Pedro just exploded out of the corner!

Pedro charges across the ring and catches a big boot from Richard for all of his trouble. Richard immediately reaches down and pulls the man to his feet by his head. Grabbing his arm Richard drops Pedro with a short arm clothesline and lifts the man back to his feet once again by the head. Once more he drops the man with a short arm clothesline and proceeds to raise his hands triumphantly over his head as he places a boot against Pedro’s chest and the ref drops down for the count.
1
2
NO!

Jill Matthews: Richard is just trying to humiliate Pedro in this one.

Vince Walters: it’s working, but I don’t think it’s because Richard is just that much better, I think Pedro might be hurt in there. His nose is bleeding and he can barely stand, he may have a concussion and I think it’s from when his head last hit the matt after a clothesline.

Richard lifts Pedro to his feet and throws the man into the near corner. Pedro stumbles out wobbly kneed and Richard wraps him around the waist and nails a 180 degree turning Spine buster before popping back to his feet and playing it up to the crowd. The ref drops down and checks on Pedro and appears ready to call the match but Richard yanks Pedro to his feet and hoists him up delivering the Enormous bomb and following it with a pin.
1
2
3!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, RICHARD CRANIUM!!!!!

Jill Matthews: I think you may have been right about Pedro Vince, the medics are out checking on him and they seem to be concerned with his head.

Vince Walters: I know what I saw and no man’s head is supposed to bounce off the matt the way Pedro’s did. It’s the tough part of this sport these guys have to put up with night in and night out. Pedro will be back, this is just a minor setback in his career.

Jill Matthews: No doubt, and we will be back after these messages from your local sponsor.

Written by Roger
Winner
"The Enormous" Richard Cranium
Loser
Pedro Hernandez
Outcome
Pinfall
THE SEXISM/RAPE/COOKIE SCANDAL
Two man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
L.A. KiefChef Roberto
Brandy Boss is backstage with LA Kief in his untidy dressing room as he sits munching on even more cookies.

Brandy Boss
Hey Kief, is it true you stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

LA Kief
Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? Not me… couldn’t be!

Brandy Boss
Is there any news on your New Edge status?

LA Kief
Hmmmm…maybe if Kief saves cookie for Pugh, he will let Kief have contract…nah…

Kief takes another cookie and eats it whole as a loud knock on the door is heard. A delivery man wearing an orange outfit arrives.

Delivery Man
Elephant-man-a-gram.

The man uses the pallet truck to wheel in a huge box and places it in the middle of the room.

Man
Elephant man for hire. Imported all the way from Africa.

LA Kief
Hmmm…. maybe this is peace offering from Pugh.

Kief stares at the large box, which seems to move ever so slighly. Kief struggles to get the box open with his bare hands so just on top of it in a heap. Brandy Boss looks on in bewilderment…

Box
Per amor di scopa…I mean… baaaraaaaaag….

LA Kief
Wow Spanish elephant… this is elephant is more intelligent than Wang… I wonder how big Tao’s Wang is now… maybe they get mate with Pugh’s elephant child.

Brandy Boss
I don’t think it’s a real elephant…

The box manages to open itself as a man in an elephant suit climbs out, tripping over in the process. The elephant man staggers to his feet and stares at Kief.

LA Kief
Hey Mr. Spanish African elephant… so you want a cookie? They make me feel strong… and horny.

Kief turns around to open the cookie jar as the Elephant Man attacks him from behind and knocks Kief flat on his face. Kief rolls over as he struggles to get back up. Brandy Boss runs towards the other side of the room as the melee continues.

LA Kief
Please don’t rape me!

The elephant takes of his mask…its Chef Roberto!

Chef Roberto
You insult me! You steal my cookie! Then you call me Spanish! You cazzo! È stronzo cazzo. You lay there like little girl waiting to be raped!

Brandy Boss
Oh my god… that is soooo sexist… I am reporting you…

Chef Roberto
I’m not sexist you little bitch…

Brandy Boss tries to help Kief up but he refuses her hand, preferring to stay on the floor as he looks up her skirt.

Chef Roberto
Ha ha! He looked at your fanny!

Brandy Boss
Ewwww…. You’re both as bad as each other… good luck!

Brandy Boss exits the dressing room leaving LA Kief and Chef Roberto to it.

LA Kief
​Brandy come back... the cookies made me sexist.
WINNER GOES TO JUSTICE FOR A SHOT AT THE VACANT X-CORE TITLE. X-CORE RULES MATCH.
1 vs 1
Dennis Anderson VS Patrick Jones
Vince Walters: And the winner of this match gets a shot at Justice for the NEW X-Core Championship.

Jill Matthews: That is true. Word from backstage is that Patrick Jones hasn’t been seen around all day so we don’t know what is going to happen.

Vince Walters: Well if the pussy doesn’t show up for this Pugh will have to fire his ass.

Jill Matthews: So true. I don’t know why he wouldn’t do it unless he’s afraid to step up.

Vince Walters: You saying he’s a coward?

Jill Matthews: No. I wouldn’t say that officially.

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 Patrick Jones.

The referee walks over to Dennis and checks his boots.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, Patrick Jones!!!!

“Wanted Man” by Rev Theory fills the arena. The tune plays for a few minutes before it stops. Nothing happens.

Vince Walters: What’s going on?

Tom Davis: AND HIS OPPONENT, PATRICK JONES!!!

“Wanted Man” by Rev Theory fills the arena. Still nothing happens. The referee goes over to the time keeper and says something to him. The time keeper leans over and talks to Jill Matthews. He rings the belt.

Jill Matthews: And the referee says that Patrick has a ten count to get to the ring otherwise Dennis Anderson will win match and head towards Justice for a chance to get the X-Core title.

The referee starts the count.

…….1

…………2

…………..3

………4

………..5

…………..6

…………7

…………..8

…………….9

…………10!!!

The referee motions for the belt to be rung and raises Grave Digger’s arm in victory.

Tom Davis: And you winner, Grave Digger!!!!

Written by Noc


Winner
Dennis Anderson
Loser
Patrick Jones
Outcome
Count Out
TERRORDOME PARTICIPANTS FACE OFF RICKY VS HUNTER!
1 vs 1
Hunter Valentyne VS Ricky Bobby Cassels

Tom Davis: The following contest is set for one fall, introducing first already in the ring, Ricky Cassels!!! And his opponent from Sin City, weighing 246 pounds...HUNTER VALENTYNE!!!!!

As Selfish and Cold plays over the arena and the crowd is in an uproar, out walks not just Hunter Valentyne, but on one side Ryan Pugh and on the other side Inkt. Both men have chairs in hand as they walk stride for stride with Hunter down to the ring.

Jill Mathews: And what the hell is this?

Vince Walters: I will give you three guesses what is about to happen and the first two don't count

As they get down to the ring, Ricky has now pushed the ref out of the way and is ready for a fight. Hunter stands right in front of Ricky with a big smile on his face as Pugh goes one way and Inkt goes the other way. The three men nod to each other as all three begin to get up on the apron. Ricky charges Pugh and takes a shot at him but Pugh drops down off the apron. Ricky turns around as Inkt is getting into the ring and charges him but Hunter charges forward and nails Ricky with a spear that takes him down. Hunter and Inkt begin to stomp on Ricky as Pugh is now stepping back into the ring with chair still in hand. Ricky attempts to fight back as he pushes Inkt away but as soon as he sees a little daylight...WHAM!! Pugh nails Ricky right in the skull with his chair with a sickening thud. Inkt follows up with a chair shot of his own to the skull of Ricky and then Pugh a second time and then Inkt a second time as well as Ricky just falls limp to the mat.

Jill Mathews: This is just ridiculous and barbaric

Vince Walters: That is the way that fat fuck does his "business" you should know that by now

All three men step back as Ricky begins to try and pull himself up to his feet. Inkt charges and drives his shoulder into the gut of Ricky with a massive dull needle! Pugh now yells out instructions as Ricky is picked up and placed on the top turnbuckle with his back to the ring. Pugh now steps up on the second rope as Hunter is now sliding a table into the ring. Inkt and Hunter sit the table up in the middle of the ring as Pugh puts his hands under the arms of Ricky and stands up as he brings Ricky off the turnbuckle and then heaves him back into the ring with a super Pugh Bomb as Ricky goes crashing through the table.

Jill Mathews: Enough is enough already, there is no need for all this

Pugh now has the ref backed into a corner as he is telling him something. Inkt and Hunter have now cleared the wreckage from the broken table out of the ring. Pugh now turns around and nods his head as Inkt exits the ring and Pugh stares at the ref as he exits himself. The ref shakes his head as he calls for the bell.

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

Hunter now grabs the lifeless Ricky and pulls him up to his feet as he hooks his arms and then stuffs his head between the legs of Hunter......VALENTYME!!!!!!!! Hunter now gets back up to his feet with a smirk on his face as the crowd has begun to throw trash into the ring. Hunter now places his foot onto the chest of Ricky and holds his hands out in the air. The ref doesn't go down for the count as Pugh now gets up on the apron and screams something out into the ring. The ref still doesn't go for the count and now Pugh steps into the ring and grabs the ref and throws him down to the mat and points to Ricky and yells out "COUNT BITCH!"


1...............2...............3!!!!


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


Tom Davis: And your winner.......Hunter Valentyne!!!!

Vince Walters: This is just fucking ridiculous

Jill Mathews: How long is this going to go on before someone steps up and stops this...Pugh is completely out of control and damn it we have had enough!

Written by Pugh
Winner
Hunter Valentyne
Loser
Ricky Bobby Cassels
Outcome
Pinfall
JUSTICE FOR ALL
One man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Nocturnal
Driving rain pelts the rooftops, while the howling wind carries a hint of a bite. A grotesque stone gargoyle, black and slick with the rain, perched on the ledge of a Church. Cars drive along the street below, braving the torrential downpour.

Another figure crouched beside the petrified gargoyle, very nearly as still and silent;

It is Nocturnal, the Sadistic Bastard. He was clad in black leather heedless of both the storm and where he was sitting upon the rooftop. His face with the black and white face paint was shining in the lightning.

Nocturnal: So here I am. I have travelled this path for a long time, trying to divert it ever so slightly. A freak some call me, but I look back and laugh, knowing that if they'd had any idea what I've been through, they'd be considered a freak also. You see, throughout my life, I've been blown up in bomb matches, I've been scarred by barbed wire, I've been driven through flaming tables, I've been put through more hell than anyone in this business has. Anyone who thinks they have been through more shit in their lives than I have then you are just living in a jaded existence.

A sly smile crossed his painted face.

Nocturnal: Terror Dome. This is where we all bring our best in the cage.

His duster willowed out in the wind.

Nocturnal: We brutalise each other. When all is said and done one of us will leave the Terror Dome the New Edge Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.

He looked down at the cars below. Rain ran down his face. His dreadlocks clung to the side of his face.

Nocturnal: It‘s time to bring about the End of the world. Armageddon, The Apocalypse, The End of Days, Gehenna. So I am putting out something for your little mind to digest.

He stood and climbed into the Church. Hands were in the pockets of his leather duster. His shadow loomed long, and his boot heels are the only sound that can be heard in the Church.

Nocturnal: It‘s time to think of myself. Not Jesse Styles, not Seth Iser, not Unstable.

Nocturnal’s painted face was cast in shadow as he stopped at the front of the Church and looked at the area before him. As the moonlight made hollows of his eyes and cheeks. He was restless and edgy.

Nocturnal: It is time that I did something for the good of Nocturnal.

He caressed the texture of the coat as he looked around. He had a lot on his mind. He had to make this was done right. His mind was playing with him.

Nocturnal: So Justice 2014. Terror Dome. I am bringing the belt back home.

The camera picks up the eeriness of his face.

Nocturnal: I don’t care about those in the match. Have you got the balls? Do you want to accept my statement? Will you accept it?

He smiles his sadistic smile.

Nocturnal: So are you going to accept it? And did I mention to you that it’s going to be a blast?

MAIN EVENT NEW BLOOD VS VETRAN
1 vs 1
Natalie Ella Warren VS Roger Wright
Tom Davis: Ladies and gentleman, it is now time for our Main Event if the evening...


A Sharp laugh rings out through the arena as the instrumental opening to Kickin it in the Sticks by Brantley Gilbert hits the PA. Out from the back walks Roger Wright.

Tom Davis: Making his way to the ring from Weberville, Texas.... He is "The Golden Boy" Roger Wright!!!

For a moment he stops on top of the ramp as the fans bath him in a chorus of boos and cheers. Wearing a big smile, Roger makes his way down to the ring, his walk matching the beat of the song until he reaches the ring, where he slides in under the bottom rope and crosses to the far corner. Mounting the middle rope, Roger points to the fans and then to himself, jawing with them as he makes the gestures, finally dropping down and waiting for the match to begin.

Vince Walters: The former NEW World Champ seems to be more focused than ever!

Jill Matthews: I think he may regain the title at Justice...

Vince Walters: Only time will tell, baby doll!

Tom Davis: And his opponent....

The lights quickly fade to black and then red and orange strobe lights begin to flash, as "Heaven Knows" By The Pretty Reckless begins to play, along with a posing video of, Natalie Ella Warren plays. The fans cheer for the diva. She soon exits and the cheers intensify. She smiles and poses as she exits from the backstage area, atop the ramp. She hesitates for moment and then makes her way down the ramp, a smile on her face.

Tom Davis: Making her way to the ring from Sacramento, California.... Natalie Ella Warren!!!

She reaches the bottom and makes her way over to the steel steps, where she takes her time ascending them. The fans continue to cheer, as she makes her way inside the ring, she goes to a turnbuckle and lifts up both hands, more cheers. She hesitates and then jumps down and goes to the opposite corner and does the the same. She then hops down and waits.

Ding Ding!!

Vince Walters: There's the bell and our featured contest of fresh meat versus aging veteran is underway. Jill speaking if fresh meat.....

Jill Matthews: Yeah?

Vince Walters: What are you eating for dinner tonight?

Jill Matthews: Seriously... We got our main event rolling and you want to know what I will be eating....

Vince Walters: Well..... Yeah......

Jill Matthews: Fresh cod.

Vince lets out a school girl giggle. Natalie Warren doesn't waste anytime going after Roger as she flies in his direction and catches him off guard with a diving hurricanrana. Roger goes down to the mat but he pops up quickly. Warren springs off the ropes and catches Wright with a spear!

Vince Walters: Jill, how do you think Roger feels about being speared by a girl who weighs 100 lbs soak and wet and not being able to get up from it?

Jill Matthews: That is extremely sexist and I refuse to answer that question...

Natalie Warren quickly springs to the top rope and dives off, headbutting Roger's mid section. Warren follows the massive headbutt up with a modified pin....




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Kickout by Wright.

Vince Walters: Natalie damn near won the match right there. You gotta believe if she were to pin Roger, it'd be one helluva upset.

Jill Matthews: Not really.... This chick is scrappy. I believe she has a bright future in NEW.

Vince Walters: Well she has the same exact initials as NEW.

Jill Matthews: Seems like destiny to me.

Vince Walters: Only time will tell.... Right now she seems to be spending too much time posing to the crowd. She better stay on the ex World champ or else he is gonna make her pay!

Jill Matthews: Roger's broke ass would make her pay....

Natalie goes to lift Roger up by his wavy blonde her, but Wright catches Warren with a nasty uppercut. He follows that shot up with a back elbow. Roger then takes control of the match as he shoots Warren into the ropes and plants her with a tilt a whirl back breaker. Warren hits the mat very hard and immediately grabs her back in pain. Roger shows his experience in the ring as he doesn't let up. He stays on top of Natalie as he locks her in the Texas clover leaf directly in the center of the ring. Warren has nowhere to go as the ref asks her if she sub it's. Warren shakes off the ref signaling that she will not quit. She begins fighting and clawing her way toward the ropes as the crowd cheers her on.

Vince Walters: Roger's experience in the ring is shining right now. He is doing exactly what he wants to do and that is slow down Natalie Warren and her high flying offense. There isn't much she can do when she's tied up in a Texas clover leaf.

Jill Matthews: But look at this Vince, she is fighting her way toward the ropes and...... She got it!

The ref forces Roger to break the hold as Natalie Warren now has her hand on the bottom rope. Roger shows his sportsmanship as he releases the hold and backs away giving Warren a chance to catch her breath. Roger doesn't wait long until he continues his assault on Warren. He begins boot stomping the much smaller Warren. Then he lifts her up by her pretty hair and delivers one of his many signature moves, The Wright of Way!! Roger makes the cover.....






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Kickout by Warren!


Vince Walters: I believe Roger thought he had the match won right then and there...

Jill Matthews: I told ya this girl is a fighter....she may be our most impressive newcomer in New Edge Wrestling.

Roger talks with the ref in a mild manner asking if he is square that was a 2 count. The ref says he is sure and Roger says okay. The conversation never turns violent unlike the other 99% of wrestler-referee encounters. Roger then turns his attention toward the sounder Warren and seems to be licking his lips as she climbs to her feet. He knows he has her wright where he wants her (you like what I did there?). Warren slowly rises to her feet as Roger dashes in her direction. He attempts a clothesline from hell but Warren comes to just in the nic of time and catches him with a head scissors take down!

Vince Walters: What a move by Warren as she comes back to life now!

Warren then climbs the turnbuckle one more time. She waits for Roger to climb to his feet. Once that happens, Warren jumps off the top rope and catches the former World Champ with a flying cross body- pin combination....


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Wright barely manages to get his left shoulder up. Warren cannot believe it as she thought she had just won her first main event. Natalie seems to be very upset and now she is disputing with the ref over the count. The crowd begins making noise now as Roger slowly rises to his feet. Once Natalie ends her conversation with the ref, she turns around and is met by the Wright Stuff!!! Roger makes a slow cover....




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Ding Ding!!

Tom Davis: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner.... Roger Wright!!!

Kicking it in the sticks begins blaring as the ref raises Roger's hand in victory. Roger then rolls out of the ring and seems to be holding his neck as he makes his way backstage. He celebrates his victory with the fans by slapping hands and posing for pics.

Vince Walters: What a match that was and Roger Wright just continues to roll on into Justice!

Jill Matthews: Yeah he has more momentum than anyone not named Tristan Ambrose, that's for sure. But let's not forget about Natalie as she gave the former champ all he could handle! She seems to have a very bright future ahead.

Vince Walters: Indeed. Well stay tuned fans because from what I understand, we have something big coming up next....

Written by Ricky
Winner
Roger Wright
Loser
Natalie Ella Warren
Outcome
Pinfall
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
Two man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Jesse StylesRyan Pugh

Jill Mathews: Big win for Roger tonight on his way to terror dome and we will see you all next week.......

Vince Walters: What now? Seriously I think we have seen enough of these idiots for one night don't you?

Jill Mathews: I would say so but it doesn't look like we have much of a choice cause here they come.

As "End of the Heartache" blares through the speakers of the arena, the trio that has terrorized Ignite all night makes their way down to the ring. Pugh now has a rolled up paper in his hand and a big smile on his face. They get into the ring as Pugh grabs a mic and allows the music to die down.

Pugh: Alright Jesse, this is what you wanted, you wanted me and you wanted some kind of answer to your juvenile challenge. Well here I am, what better place to do this then right here in the ring in front of everyone. Lets face it, this is where we have done most of our business in the past right? That is if your not too chicken shit to come out here and face me like a man.

Jill Mathews: Is he serious? Of course Pugh would call out Jesse while he has his two lap dogs in the ring with him. If Pugh were a real man he would have come out here alone.

Vince Walters: We both know he would never do that

Pugh: Come on Jesse, I would hate to have to go back to Chicago and pay a visit to your house. Although it has been awhile since I saw the family, maybe that's what he wants boys? Yall up for a trip to Chi-town?

Out of nowhere the entire crowd erupts as out from the back with no music is none other then Jesse Styles and he looks pissed. He storms down the ramp and begins to slide into the ring but right away Hunter makes a move at him and Jesse slips back away from the ring.

Pugh: Hold on hold on....it's alright boys, we got business to discuss. I tell ya what, why do you boys go ahead and leave the ring and let cue ball and I work some stuff out?

Inkt and Hunter don't look thrilled but they do as Pugh asked and they exit the ring as Jesse makes his way to the other side and grabs a mic as they do.

Pugh: Alright cue ball, just you and me now, come on in the ring

Jesse makes his way up onto the apron with a look of distrust and anger in his eyes.

Pugh: It's alright Jesse, if I wanted to beat your ass you would already be on your back by now. What I do want to know though is what exactly you thought was going to happen. After you attacked multiple members of my administration and then you turned around and cost me the World title last week and for what? So that I will fight you again at Justice? Do you really want to get beat that bad again?

Jesse: You fucked me out of what is rightfully mine and you know it and if you would stop being such a fucking pussy and just fight me then I will prove it.

Pugh: You really want to fight me that bad? You want to fight the greatest champion and greatest star this business and damn sure this company has ever seen?

Jesse: Would you clean the fat out of your ears for once and just listen. I want me company back and I want your ass one more time.

Pugh: Alright Jesse, you want it? You got it! Ryan Pugh vs Jesse Styles one last time at Justice......but on one condition

Jesse now finally steps into the ring off the apron.

Jesse: You put my company on the line and you got it, name your condition. You want my career? I will gladly put my career on the line to get another shot at you

Pugh: Jesse I already have your career, I have your company, I have your life in the palm of my hands so if you want even a piece of that back you are going to have put something pretty special on the line. You see I have been able to see right through you from the first day we meet, but there is someone else who just cant seem to understand. Someone who has such blinded loyalty to you that it honestly makes me fucking sick. So at Justice it will be me and you one on one for one last time and if you win you will get half of NEW back but WHEN I beat you again....you will not only divorce my beloved sister but you will never fucking see her again!

Jesse: Fuck you fat boy...she has nothing to do with this and you are not bringing her in the middle of it. This is between you and me and lets keep it that way.

Pugh: You are the one that took it past just you and me and if you don't have the balls to agree to my terms then that's fine.

Pugh now unrolls the paper in his hand and smiles.

Pugh: But just know that she still works for me and we both know the kind of torture I can put her through every week and there is jack shit you can do about it. We also both know about what will happen if she decides to just walk away and break this contract and the two of you don't have that kind of money. So its alright Jesse, go ahead and send your own kid to the poor house and hope that the government will you some food stamps. We both know you cant beat me anyway so its for the best.

Jesse: Your fucking on bitch

WHAM!!! Jesse lunges forward with a hype kick right into the jaw of Pugh and Pugh falls like a sack of bricks to the mat and both microphones go flying. Jesse jumps on top of Pugh and is just slamming right hand after right hand into the face of Pugh. Hunter and Inkt now both hurry back into the ring and Hunter drives his boot right into the side of the head of Jesse Styles. Inkt and Hunter begin to stomp on Jesse now until Hunter drops his knee right into the eye socket of Jesse. Inkt has now back off and is pulling something out of his cargo shorts as Pugh is back on his feet and yelling at Hunter to get Jesse back up on his feet. Inkt now charges out of the corner and leaps up into the air and nails Jesse right in the eye with a super man punch with a pair of brass knucks on his right hand!!!!

Pugh now climbs on top of Jesse and is just slugging Jesse over and over and over with right hand after right hand. Pugh is full of rage as he gets back up to his feet and is now yelling something at Inkt as Hunter is now blatantly choking the life out of Jesse. Inkt pulls some kind of paper and a pin out of one of his pockets and hands it to Pugh who turns back to Jesse. Hunter now gets up off of Jesse as Pugh jumps right back on and begins to yell at Jesse before taking the pin in his hand and then jamming it over and over again into the forehead of Jesse.

Jesse is now bleeding all over the place as Pugh slams the contract down on the chest of Jesse and then takes the bloody pin and signs his name to it. Pugh now stands up with blood all over his hands and looks around before stepping over the body of Jesse Styles and all three men exit the ring and start up the ramp. Jesse is able to barely roll over and as he does he grabs the same pen that had just been jammed into his own head and with his last bit of energy he signs the contract in front of him before losing consciousness and passing out in his own blood and we go off the air.