NEW ISunday 2010

[Styles]

NEW Beginnings can bring new opportunities...

We see a shot of the newly crowned Jake Slade holding his title in the air at the end of the final Gfed Ignite.

It can also be a chance at a NEW beginning for a career thought to be extinguished...

Sean Doherty is seen arriving at the arena for iSUNDAY, a man no one thought would ever be allowed in the NEW again...

NEW beginning bring change both for the good....

We first the Ignite logo and it's owner Jesse Styles, and then the Collision logo and Triple X...

And also for the bad...

A shot of Tommy Sirius and his career filled with violence plays...

Tonight, New Edge Wrestling embarks on it's own path to greatness....

Roger Wright is seen holding the NEW title high, followed by Johnny Stylez and the TA title, Hunter Valentyne and the Xtreme title, and then a image of the currently vacant Futurity title, young blood title, and even the 24/7 and a title known as the Lionheart belt...

One thing is certain, the NEW will never be the same again....

The pyro goes off in the arena, bringing an end to the opening video. The crowd is packed and going wild, as the camera spins around and then settles on the Ignite announce team Vince Walters and Clark Benson.

Clark Benson: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to iSUNDAY! We've got a huge show planned, leading off with the big title shot battle royale.

Vince Walters: Before we get down to business we have a special introduction, we are joined by the brand NEW Collision announce team, Jim Floss and Jill Matthews who will be calling the collision matches tonight.

Jim Floss: Thanks Vince. We're thrilled to be here and look forward...

Vince Walters: Anyway, lets get right into the battle royale, everyone is in the ring aside from one Custard Creamer.

Jill Matthews: How rude. Why'd you cut him off Vince?

Clark Benson: It's called rookie hazing. Get used to it.

Vince Walters: Wait...we were expecting Custard Creamer, but instead we've got Jesse Styles?

Vince Walters: I wonder what our co-owner is doing out here.

Jesse makes his way to the ring, a brand new shiny belt on each shoulder as he takes the mic.

Jesse Styles: Hello everyone, I hope you're ready for an amazing night here at iSUNDAY!

Jesse pauses as the crowd goes wild.

Jesse Styles: I am out here before this match starts to let everyone involved know there's been a slight change of plans. Instead of a shot at the Futurity or Young Blood title depending on your brand, you will be earning the 24/7 title if you're on Collision, or the Lionheart title if you're on Ignite. In other words, this match just became that much more important.

Jesse exits the ring, and puts both of the titles at the time keepers position.

Clark Benson: Wow that is a major surprise. Instead of just a title shot, the men in this match could earn an actual title!

Vince Walters: Jesse and XXX really know how to make things interesting. Let's get Custard down here so this thing can get underway!

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Tom Davis: and our final entrant...CUSTARD CREAMER!!!!

”Livin It Up” by Wiley blares through the speakers as the camera pans around looking for Custard and Dave. It takes a moment but it finds them standing in the stands surrounded by fans...around the age of 7-11. Custard has Chucky on his shoulder and two biscuits in his hands. He lifts one to his mouth and bites while holding the other high in the air as the fans pop loudly with “Creamer” chants

Vince Walters: Look at that idiot...how did he even get a job here in NEW?

Clark Benson: Say what you will but he has definitely got the fans on their feet.

Custard throws his spare biscuit into the crowd as he heads down the steps with Dave behind him with a sack in his hands full of Biscuits. As they walk down Dave throws them everywhere as the kids follow.

Vince Walters: What do you expect Clark? He is handing out food in America. Of course they like him.

Custard walks down to the bottom of the steps and jumps the barricade into the ring as Dave follows with the sack still half full

Clark Benson: Lighten up Vince tonight is a great night for New Edge Wrestling.

Vince Walters: He is a disgrace to wrestling. He won’t last five minutes in this match, or in NEW!

Custard walks over to the announce table and grabs the sack from Dave as Vince continues to rant

Vince Walters: He even has a hamster on his shoulder...WHY!? That’s not wrestling that’s circus

Custard opens the sack wide and throws the biscuits over Vince who is sitting at the announce table covering his side of the table with biscuits before dropping the sack and passing Chucky to Dave and sliding into the ring. And stands waiting for his opponents as the music stops as Clark grabs a biscuit and bites into it

Clark Benson: not bad...

Clark laughs as Vince goes red faced in anger

Clark Benson: Well lets get this show on the road. There's the bell, and we're going to see a NEW champion crowned in a matter of minutes.

Before a single punch can be thrown, the lights in the arena begin to flash and flicker. Everyone just sort of looks around confused, but when they come back on Tommy Sirius is standing in the middle of the ring in between everyone.

Vince Walters: I heard about this guy. He's been trained by Triple X himself, and is one of the most violent sons of bitches ever.

Clark Benson: I can't seen anywhere that it says he's been added to the match, but I guess we'll just run with it.

The first man to make a move on Sirius is Austin Maverick. A hard right is blocked away by the big man, and before another shot can even be made Tommy grabs Austin by the throat and tosses him over the top rope with ease.

Vince Walters: Now that was impressive.

Clark Benson: You have to figure this guy is enveloped in the ICON's knowledge, but has a 10 years younger body....and a much higher mean steak.

Tommy now turns his sights on Krayzee and Hunter Mordor who are fighting near the ropes. A double clothesline send them both spilling to the outside.

Vince Walters: 3 eliminations in 30 seconds...is that a new record?

Clark Benson: Pretty close to one if it wasn't.

While all of this is going on, Custard Creamer got an elimination on Robert Sparks who was charging forward, and then carried out by his own momentum as Custard dropped to the mat near the ropes.

Vince Walters: What a vagina. He's going to get credit for the elimination because he got scared and ducked.

Clark Benson: Nice broadcast terminology. You're lucky we're not on gfed anymore with that "vagina" talk. You would have been banned.

Vince Walters: Sirius is at it again, Suplex to the outside on Nick Holdon. Some of these people aren't even getting a chance to mount any offense.

Clark Benson: And Tommy isn't finished. He just lifted Devin Stone up and dropped him crotch first on the top rope.

Vince Walters: He didn't finish him off though, because Kevin Rampage just put a solid shot right into the small of the big man's back.

Custard see's another opening and takes advantage, rocking the ropes just enough to send Stone spilling to the outside. On the other side of the coin, Rampage is met with a big boot to his face by Sirius that sends him tumbling over the top rope and to the mat below.

Vince Walters: Did we just see Sirius decide to punt of 4th down?

Clark Benson: That was about as witty as Kevin Rampage is good at football.

Vince Walters: Oh and that was MUCH better. We're down now to Custard Creamer, Johann Sallow, and Tommy Sirius. This match is going much quicker than I anticipated.

Clark Benson: It helps that Tommy took out half the field in the first 5 minutes.

Vince Walters: Sallow with a drop kick to Sirius, but he's batted away like a fly.

Clark Benson: Custard just took advantage again, picking up Sallow and chucking him over the top. It's a 2 man show now. Either a 24/7 champ will be crowned, or a Lionheart champ.

Custard knowing he's not in a good way, sticks out his hand to shake with Sirius. Surprisingly Tommy takes his hand, and even manages to crack what could be considered a smile on his scarred face.

Vince Walters: Are we witnessing a new alliance? Custard and Tommy Sirius a new NEW tag team?

Tommy holds the hand of Custard and it's obvious that the pressure is increasing. Custard drops to his knee's in pain, but the trauma in his hand is suddenly ceased when Tommy leans over and puts a head butt right into the bridge of Custards nose.

Clark Benson: Looks like we've got a new 24-7 champ.

Vince Walters: Or we would have one, if Tommy didn't just step over the ropes and eliminate himself. What the hell?

Clark Benson: I think that was Sirius showing that he's too good to be in the lower card of the NEW. I can't wait to see how he fairs against some real competition.

The referee takes the Lionheart title and places it on the chest of Custard, who looks down at it groggy wondering what the hell happened. When the ref raises his hand Custard shoots to his feet in elation, only to fall flat down on his face still feeling the after effects of the head butt.

Vince Walters: Welcome your new Lionheart champion Ignite brand. Wow.

**WINNER AND NEW LIONHEART CHAMPION: CUSTARD CREAMER**

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During the N.E.W promo for the first ever Collision brand show
John "The Postman" Loyd made his way to the ring looking rather focused.

Clark Benson: The Postman is in the ring and set to make his debut.

Vince Walters: Yes I have heard great things about him but I
also have heard very good things about his opponent.

Tom Davis: And, his opponent he is "The Face of Professional Wrestling" Chris Shields!!!!



"Biggest and The Best" begins as the lights dim, and turn a dark crimson with a spotlight shining down onto the entrance ramp. Chris Shields walks out to an explosion of boos, and throws his arms out as gold pyro rains down behind him. Shields has a cocky swagger, and doesn't even look at the fans as he hits the ring. He crosses to the corner, and goes up on the second rope again outstretching his arms. The lights slowly return to normal as Shields hits the ropes once, and then removes his ring jacket, and sunglasses. Shields hands his sunglasses and jacket off giving strict instructions to the ring girl, and then just smirks out towards the audience as the boos continue.

DING!!!!

Clark Benson: There's the bell and we are off!

Vince Walters: Hey numb nuts I don't think this is a race.

Clark Benson: Excuse me I thought I would try some different
wording.

Vince Walters: Well next time don't.

Postman went right after Shields with lefts, rights, elbows,
and hell even knee's. Shields was trying to cover up but the Postman was nailing shots left and right. Postman then got Shields back up against a turn buckle and began to hit several
knife edge chops as we heard loud woo's from the crowd with every one like we where in North Carolina.

Clark Benson: I do believe the Postman is going POSTAL!

Vince Walters: Is that some fucked up form of hulking up?

Clark Benson: I do not know I just know it's something they say he does.

Vince Walters: That's just special like short bus special.

Postman after the knife edge chops backed up some and then
with a head full of steam ran at Shields but Shields moved out
of the way and Postman collided with the turnbuckle. Then as
Postman turned around Shields applied a hammer lock and then
hit a hammerlock belly to back suplex!!! This took the Postman
off his feet but he quickly came back up like he was still ready to
go postal. Shields then laid Postman out with a running big
boot!!!

Vince Walters: Someone tell him to postal that haha.

Clark Benson: What a big boot just wow Postman is hurt
after that no question about it.

Shields then laid the boots to the body of Postman for a little
bit while he was down then brought him back to his feet and
hit a short arm close line once again taking Postman off his feet.
But, Shields was not going to allow Postman to stay down he brought him back to his feet and just kept on the offense with
impactful moves. Then after really putting the hurt on Postman
he hit a dragon suplex and then climbed up to the top turnbuckle and hit a flying elbow drop right into the heart of the Postman.

Vince Walters: Chris Shields with stood that early on slaught of
short bus like moves and is now in full control.

Clark Benson: The Postman might have a concussion from that
running big boot earlier he has not gotten one single offensive move in since.

Vince Walters: Ah damn I guess we won't see anymore postal like activity then.

Shields waited for Postman to get to his feet and finally with the
help of the ring ropes Postman got up and took a few steps towards Shields that's when Shields nailed his "END OF THE LINE"
!! Postman flipped in the air and landed flat on his face. Shields
then mouthed out at the crowd saying "Look at your Postman"
He then brought The Postman to his feet whose eyes where glazed over and hit his finisher called "THE SPOTLIGHT"!!!!!
Shields then smiled as he made the cover.

ONE.....

TWO....

THREE!!!!!

DING!!!

DING!!!!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner CHRIS SHIELDS!!!!

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As Hunter and Johnny are walking down the hall they see a crazy as fuck backstage interviewer. She is walking quite strangely and she looks like she might be high. She is followed closely by another high as a kite bitch. The stars are out on this night as Linsey Lohan is following her new bff to the interview area. She stops and waves her hand in the air like the crack whore she truly is.

[Veronique Price] Hunter! Can I get a word with you?

[Lindsey Lohan] Can I see if some of your stardom will rub off on me?

Hunter walks over to the pair of crack whores as he cockily takes his place beside Veronique. She is wearing perfume that smells like a mixture of cigarette smoke and Pugh's ass. Hunter shakes his head as the interview begins.

[Veronique Price] Hunter you have a huge match up with five of the biggest stars in this business today. How do you think you will fair in that match.

[Hunter] Is that really the best you got for me? What the fuck do you think I am going to say? That Pugh's massive man tits will engulf me and I will be unable to breathe? That Inkt will benmd me over when he mistakes me for SHane Sparx? Do you think I will fall victim to Roger Cena and lose? Do you really expect me to tell you that I am going to lose to two jackasses I have already beaten? Quit sniffing the naose candy and pull your head out of your asses.

[Veronique Price] YOu really are a meanie head!

[Hunter Jesus H. Stylez Christ! Johnny could you to over for this crack whore. She obviously does not know the saying "Enough is Enough."

Hunter snatches the microphone from the coke head and begins the interview. As he hands the microphone to Stylez, Linsey Lohan and Veronique are on their knees begging for something.

[Lindsey] I really need a fix and I will suck your dick if you give it to me.

[Veronique] Johnny I know you have some blow so I am going to blow you to get it.

[Johnny Stylez] Pathetic! Back to the matter at hand. I had some practice doing interviews this week as I did my own Documentary of Disrespect. Allow me to play the part of Jim Rome only more of an asshole. Hunter, you have made a complete and total ass out of Roger Wright this week. What were you trying to accomplish.

[Hunter] Shut up and suck that cock bitch! All I wanted to do was break him down and make him easier to beat. I have accomplished that fucking goal. I destroyed his will to compete and now I will take that hunk of shit on his shoulder. THen he will be left with only the five knuckle shuffle and wearing shitty orange gear.

[Stylez] Come on Veronique you can do better than that. We are not grading on the fucking bell curve here. Hunter you have defeated two of the men in this match. How much of an edge does that give you?

[Hunter] That was a really well thought out and asked question, man. It gives me a huge fucking advantage. I mean I made Hazard cry like a little girl when I beat him. He is still fucking whining about me poisoning his big goofy ass. Of course I poisoned him or had it done. It is what I do. I see something weak and useless and I take down a big stupid looking goof with it. The fact of the matter is that whther I poisoned him or not, I kicked his ass all over the ring while he stood like a moron in the middle of the ring taking it like a man. Sounds like Inkt after a night of Gognac.

[Hunter] As far as the other goof talking about how fucking rich he is, Jake Slade can claim he is the greatest thing since sliced bread all he wants to. He can go to the Hazard piss and moan clinic and cry that Seth Iser helped me defeat him. The bottom line is all that matters and I dropped you in a bed of thumbtacks and watched you scream like Adrien Specter with the clap.

[Stylez] Damn! I know it is not your style man but this whole dissing mother fuckers is something you might want to try more often. What about the tag team of Tat and Fat? Do they concern you at all?

[Hunter] Those two imbeciles are spending all of their free timne trying to fuck a dude. They do realize that she had a sex change operation and had the cock removed. Rumor has it that XXX is sceduled for the surgery next week.

[Stylez] Are you really going to disrespect the co owner of this company?

[Hunter] YOu bet your ass I am. XXX has yet to figure it all out. He is only on the active roster for comic relief. I mean we watch those mock-u-mercials and laugh oh so heartily. I mean the pain in my side has yet to go. SOmeone apparently told him he was talented. Must have been some bad weed and the group gang bang session with Marcus WIlliams and Shawn Hughes.

[Hunter] Get it straight you bald headed, over rated bitch! YOu are here for comic relief and to go on your silly little rants on your low rent radio show. You are not here to be one of the boys. So continue with the seventy nineth reference you have made to me being a deutch and shut the fuck up already. You fiften minutes are over.

[Stylez] What do you think of XXX taking on Ryan Pugh next week on the first edition of Collision?

[Hunter] The stupid mother fucker named the show and he inists on calling it Coalition. I suppose it does not matter because that will fail as much as the GWN and The Coalition combined. XXX keeps wanting to be the big man in the NEW only he does not have the talent or the balls to do it. Stick you your lame ass mock u mercials and your Icon Corner and leave the real talent to do its thing.

[Hunter] I hate to break the news to you, you bald bitch, but I am breaking the so called streak of Roger Wright. How in the fuck is it a streak when he has lost to Pugh and Slade during it? Shouldn't you be undefeated for a streak to occur? THis only proves what a moron XXX truly is. He is calling out the other failed comic in NEW, Ryan Pugh. He keeps talking like Pugh is relevant. He is too scared to step to me and Johnny Stylez because he would get his ass handed to him.

[Stylez] What is XXX's career record against you?

[Hunter] Cute, Johnny, really cute. He is 1-0 against me because he was in a joke promotion with me and they handed him the win because Joe Steele, Chris Shields, and Shawn Hughes heted my fucking guts. Get it straight, X. YOu won a tainted match and bragged about it. COngratulations, you are now Roger Cena. Can we call him X Cena?

[Stylez] Do you realize how pissed off people are going to be when they hear this?

[Hunter] Since when does Hunter Valentyne care one little bit about who the fuck he pisses off? It is about time for the domesticated Hunter Valentyne to leave and the real Hunter to return. I feel sorry for the failed comedians like XXX and Pugh and Inkt. I actually feel sorry for Mr. Over rated Roger Cena. I wish I could feel sorry for Hazard and Slade but they bitch more than Cera on the rag. In short,

[Stylez and Hunter] Soak Some UP!

The two men step away from the crack whores giving them head and walk down the hall zipping up their pants. The camera focuses on Veronique and Lindsey as they get the final word.

[Lindsey and Veronique] I know we did!

The two crack whores get into sixty nine position and moan in pleasure as the camera fades to black.

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Brandy Boss: The following contest is a three-way match, and is for the
Futurity Title. Your referee for this match is Sam Madison, and is scheduled for one
fall!

Jill Mathews: Well Jim, we’re about to get to our first title match of the
night, and it’s for The Collision’s Futurity Title. What are your thoughts going
into this match?

Jim Floss: The way I see it Jill, we have an excellent match on our hands. We
have two of the best up and coming talent, and a returning world champion, all
fighting for the newly created title. It’s a way for them to show off their skills
and get recognised in the NEW era.

Jill Mathews: Why do I get the feeling you’ve been saving that one up Jim?

Jim Floss: You know me too well...

Brandy Boss: First, making his way to the ring. He hails from Austin, Texas,
and weighed in this morning at 231 lbs. He is Christian Rivers!

Jill Mathews: Some would say that Rivers is one of the stronger of the three
coming into this match. What are your thoughts, Jim?

Jim Floss: Well what you’ve got to understand is that any person can come in
to this ring and have a good day. Sure Rivers has been a little outspoken about his
opponent this week, but really what does talk really mean in this game? If you get
into the head of your opponent, then your job is done, but if you don’t, you’ll just
look more of a fool then you do when you started.

Brandy Boss: Next, making her way to the ring. She hails from Miami, Florida,
and weighed in this morning at 130 lbs. She is Molly Mayhem!

Jill Mathews: Well here comes Molly, and she’s got that hooded man along side
her. I would go to say that he’s been somewhat pinnacle in her development this
week, wouldn’t you agree Floss?

Jim Floss: Honestly? I think that’s an understatement. Everywhere she goes,
he seems to be there beside her, giving her words of encouragement.

Jill Mathews: So do you think he’s going to be playing a part in this match.

Jim Floss: I can almost guarantee it.

Brandy Boss: And finally, making his way to the ring. He hails from Chicago,
Illinois, and weighed in this morning at 315 lbs. He is Avalanche!

Jill Mathews: Well I don’t know about you Jim, but I think the ex-world
champion is ready to rock and roll tonight, clearly he must be a favourite to win
tonight.

Jim Floss: I dunno Jill. Sure he looks confident, but ever since he lost his
title to Johnny Stylez all those months ago, he’s just not been the same man as he
use to be. We’ll see tonight if he can get back into the flow of things.

Jill Mathews: Well it looks like he’s coming around to the announcers table,
and asking for a mic.

Avalanche: Is this it? I make my comeback and I get put against a woman and a
jobber? Is this really all XXX thinks I can achieve? Well I’m telling you right now,
I’ll beat these two, then I’m going backstage, going right up to the management, and
taking back what is rightly mine. The World Heavyweight Title!

Jill Mathews: Strong words from Avalanche there, as he drops the mic and
begins to climb on the apron.

Jim Floss: I really think he got into the heads of the other two opponents,
look at the rage in Molly.

Jill Mathews: Rivers nods to Molly, and both approach Avalanche as he stands
on the apron. DOUBLE SUPERKICK! And Avalanche goes through the Spanish announce
table!

Jim Floss: Is it just me, or does that table really get the raw end of the deal?

Jill Mathews: And as Avalanche lays unconscious in the rubble, the ref Sam
Madison has no choice but to start the match. It looks like this became a one on one
match!

Jim Floss: Well, one on one and her mystery coach, anyway.

Jill Mathews: And it looks like the two are beginning in the middle. They tie
up in the middle, and River’s pushes Molly away. She returns with a hard right, but
Christian dodged and goes for the ropes, putting his leg out as Molly attempts to
follow with a left that hit his jaw.

Jim Floss: That looks as though it hurt! No wonder he’s running away.

Jill Mathews: And as the ref pulls Mayhem away. Rivers smiles as he fails to
see the masked man, who yanks on his leg and catches him between the ropes!

Jim Floss: I TOLD you he was going to get involved somehow!

Jill Mathews: That you did Jim. And as Christian falls back in the ring,
Molly is quick to react with a pin.

ONE

TWO

Jill Mathews: And Rivers kicks out! They both get to their feet but Molly is
first to act by attempting a bicycle kick to Christian, which connects, and sends
River out onto ringside! The hooded man approaches, but Madison is quick to act as
he warns him and he steps away, hands in the air.

Jim Floss: That’s some good work from Sam there, just as a ref should be.
Quick, vigilant, and not afraid to use his authority.

Jill Mathews: And Mayhem climbs out to ringside, grabbing Rivers and
attempting an Irish whip into the crowd barrier, but Christian reverse it and sends
her flying!

Jim Floss: That’s some good tactics there from Rivers. The old bait and
switch. Nothing like the classics.

Jill Mathews: And he doesn’t let up as he lifts her into the air and attempts
to drop her onto the steel steps. But Mayhem reverses it on the way down,
HURRICANRANA OUT OF NOWHERE! And she sends Rivers head first into the ring post!

Jim Floss: Did you hear that sound that made? What a sickening thud!

Jill Mathews: But now she has a problem. How is she gonna get River’s into
the ring for a pin? The ref is watching the hood over in the corner and she can
barely lift him?

Jim Floss: Well sometimes Jill, you just see an opportunity and you’ve got to
take it. With moves like that, you really don’t think about the consequences.

Jill Mathews: Finally she gets Christian onto the apron and pushes him into
the ring, following with a pin attempt.

ONE

TWO

Jill Mathews: The ref stops the count, but why?

Jim Floss: Christian's leg is still out the ropes!

Jill Mathews: Molly quickly resolves this, pulling the leg into the ring and
going for another attempt!

ONE

TWO

Jill Mathews: And River’s get’s his arm up!

Jim Floss: That really is a blow for Mayhem. If she would have just pulled
that leg in sooner, she’d be crowned our new champion by now!

Jill Mathews: And she looks PISSED! She goes over to her corner to consult
with the hood, what do you think they’re discussing Jim?

Jim Floss: He’ll probably telling her not to worry about it, like ever good
coach should. River’s is clearly getting into her head.

Jill Mathews: Well she better way attention again because Christian is up,
and delivers a powerful chop to her back!

Jim Floss: That shot echoed around the arena. I think even the back seats
winced at that one.

Jill Mathews: And he follows up with another, striking her back again, and
forcing her onto her knees in pain! Suddenly he drops down, grabbing her leg and
pulling her into the middle of the ring before holding her in the ankle lock! The
ref asks if Molly wants to quit, but she says no!

Jim Floss: Sorry Rivers, you’re gonna have to keep digging.

Jill Mathews: Christian retorts by twisting his body and going for a single
leg Boston crab!

Jim Floss: Did you see that transition? That was seamless!

Jill Mathews: The ref asks Mayhem again, and she still says no!

Jim Floss: That is some real intestinal fortitude there from the Mistress of
Mayhem. She really does not was to tap out to this guy? What is he gonna pullout
next?

Jill Mathews: And River’s grabs her arm and places it between his legs,
before going for a crippler crossface!

Jim Floss: And it’s locked in! No wonder they call him The Submission
Specialist. Perfect transition from move to move!

Jill Mathews: The ref asks a third time, but Molly still refuses to tap! What
will it take to break this girl?

Jim Floss: I’ve no idea, I just work here!

Jill Mathews: Molly is reaching for the ropes with her free hand, but she
can’t get at it. She begins turning her body on the mat before getting her leg on
the rope! And Rivers keeps hold for the 4 count before letting go.

Jim Floss: Excellent ring awareness from Mayhem there, but good work from
Rivers utilizing the 5 count to his advantage.

Jill Mathews: And Molly rolls out the ring, creating some distance between
the pair of them.

Jim Floss: Excellent move there. It gives her some breathing room, and it
stops Christian’s momentum dead!

Jill Mathews: Well it looks like Rivers isn’t going to give her that much
time as he climbs the turnbuckle and goes for an elbow drop from the top, but Molly
lifts up her knees and catches Christian's arm!

Jim Floss: Superb move! How can he lock her in another submission if he’s
down an arm?

Jill Mathews: I dunno, but it looks like that arm is really hurting right
about now. River’s quickly gets to his feet and back into the ring, but Molly is
quick to follow, getting up onto the apron. But Christian moves in, swinging his leg
out and connecting in her stomach, making her double over on the apron!

Jim Floss: What does he have in mind for Molly? He can’t win unless he gets
her in the ring...

Jill Mathews: He grabs her hair and forces her head through the ropes. He
adjusts himself, pulling her head under his arm and pulling her whole body out. DDT
FROM THE MIDDLE ROPE!

Jim Floss: What an impact!

Jill Mathews: And he goes for the pin!

ONE

TWO

THREE

Jill Mathews: And it’s all over!

Brandy Boss: And your winner, as a result of a pinfall, Christian Rivers!

Jill Mathews: What a match Jim! And I honestly think that our new champion is
a well deserving one.

Jim Floss: I couldn’t agree more Jill. Lets, just look at the highlights.
That Hurricanrana from Molly out of nowhere was a real treat, then moving onto the
trio of submissions from Rivers, before he finally gets the pin with a DDT. All in
all, an excellent match.

Jill Mathews: And it might not be over yet, as Rivers is given the belt, and
the hooded man makes his way into the ring! The two of them look at each other for a
moment, before the hood picks up the dazed Molly and begins to take her into the
back.

Jim Floss: Well it’s good to know he’s got his priorities in check. Revenge
can be saved for another day, but getting Molly checked over should be his first
concern by far.

Jill Mathews: And as Molly get’s taken to the back, Rivers climbs the
turnbuckle and raises his new belt into the air, as we’ve officially crowned our
first ever Futurity Champion!

***Winner By Pinfall: Christian Rivers***

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As the music dies down we see Roger Wright standing in his locker room getting ready for the match of his life. Roger is posing in front of the mirror to make sure his gear is fitting perfectly when he hears a knock on the door.

Roger opens up the door only to find a brown carboard box the the letters steniled in a bold black font:

NEW Merchandise for Roger Wright:

Roger is standing in the doorway as he hastily picks up the box muttering severla curse words as he slams the door shut.

[Roger] It is about fucking time they made The Champ his own t shirt. WHy did everyone else get theirs before I got mine? Another case of people over looking me I suppose.

Roger sets the box down as he takes a pocketknife and cuts the tape holding the box closed. As he opens the final flap the most irritating sound known to civilized man begins to eminate from the box.



Suddenly Roger knows he had been had as he pulls out the t shirts from the box. He pulls out the first one to show off the irritating orange color that John Cena made so damned famous.

Roger cannot bnelieve his eyes as he waves his hands in front of his face to see it the image will go away. It does not as the crowd begins a chant.

[Crowd] YOU CAN'T SEE ME!!!!!!!!!!!

Roger is not at all happy about this so called diss of his good name. He looks at the s shirt and suddenly has an urge to wipe the dust from the box from his arm.

[Crowd] YOU CAN'T SEE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Roger] SHUT THE FUCK UP! I am not John Cena!

[Crowd] IF YOU CAN SOME...COME GET SOME!!!!

The corwd is all over Roger as he throws the box across the room. He is not happy with his response from tyhe crowd as they begin the chant all over again.

[Crowd] YOUR NOT CENA!!!YOUR NOT CENA!!!YOUR NOT CENA!!!

Roger is in a huff as he looks at the box that he has tossed across the room. He sees in a tiny font the words that piss him off even more.

"Distrubuted by Hunter Valentyne Enterprises..."

Roger is beside himself as the camera pans to the outside of the door. Standing in front of the huge Roger Wright sign on the door is Hunter Valentyne and his new partner in crime Johnny Styles. Hunter takes the lead.

[Hunter] THis glimpse into the personal life has been proudly brought to you by Hunter Valentyne Enterprises.

[Stylez] DOn't you mean to do it this way? This documentary of Disrespect part three was brought to your by The Don of Disrespect and THe Myth Killer. Any likenesses to real life people were strictly unintentional. Now Soak some up!!!!! What time is it? 4:21!

[Hunter] I like that. The part three of the Documentary of Disrespect by the Don and The Myth Killer. There is more disrespect to come.

[Stylez] Our name is Mulitple Orgasm and you said come! That was an excellent pun, Hunter.

[Hunter] Thanks Jonnnz.

The camera flashes out with Hunter and Johnny talking shit about anyone they see.

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[Tom Davis straightens his bow tie and brushes down his suit before walking up the ring steps and slipping between the middle ring ropes, the microphone clutched tightly in his hands as flash photography circles the HP Pavilion Arena]

Tom Davis: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following event is scheduled for ONE FALL, on his ring, making his New Edge Wrestling debut…”

[“*Soldier, Soldier, All the pretty girls stand up, All the pretty girls stand up*”, Ace Styles music begins to play out over the arena speakers.]

Tom Davis: “From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 225Ibs, ‘Pretty Boy’ ACE STYLES!”

[Ace Styles steps out onto the stage and begins walking down the ramp to the ring, taking his time to pose for official photography and to point out some of the ‘special’ ladies in the crowd]

Clark Benson: “Well Vince, there’s been a lot of talk about this guy coming over to NEW, do you think he’s got what it takes to compete with the best here?”

Vince Walters: “Well you gotta give him credit, I watched a tape of his shenanigans before his press conference last week, and the kid is lightning personified, I don’t think I know anyone else on the roster who can get from one side of the ring to the other as quick…”

Clark Benson: “Well that’s all well and good Vince, but when he stands toe to toe with someone like Jesse Styles, Inkt or even Triple X, do you think he’ll have the minerals to dig deep and pull something off?...speed is important, but does he have the heart of a lion?”

Vince Walters: “I aint sure Clark, he’s got spirit…and one heck of a big mouth, he’s definitely value to the roster, but if he’s world championship material in this promotion…well that’s yet to be seen…”

[Styles slides beneath the bottom ring rope and show votes in the middle of the ring as the New Edge fans adorn the newest arrival to the roster. Styles shows off his pearly white teeth as he smiles in the middle of the ring, before running his fingers through his locks of hair and heading over to the turnbuckle. He clambers onto the top and throws his arms in the air, a loud pyrotechnic explosion shortly follows throwing caffettie into the crowd. ]

[“*Get your motor running, head out on the highway, we’re looking for adventure*” ‘Born to Be Wild” by Hinder suddenly begins to play out over the arenas]

Tom Davis: “And his opponent! Weighing in at 195Ibs, from Tampa Bay Florida…DANNY RICHMOND”

[Danny Richmond bursts from backstage and begins jogging at a relatively slow pace to the ring, taking his time to throw his head from side to side and shake his wrists in an effort to psych himself up]

Clark Benson: “Well speaking of pace Vince, you’ve gotta say Danny Richmond aint no tortoise either…”

Vince Walters: “You’re right Clark, his reputation as a high flyer is certainly credible, however his recent
performance has been anything but inspiring…”

Clark Benson: “That said Vince, wrestlers have their ups and downs, sometimes it’s hard to maintain momentum, especially when you’re competing at such a high level, wrestlers have their ups and downs, just like any other athlete.”

Vince Walters: “You’re not wrong Clark and maybe we’ll see a turning point tonight… and let’s not forget this, Danny Richmond spoke out against Ace earlier this week at a screening for his upcoming reality TV show calling the Pretty Boy a ‘no name’, so there’s certainly no love lost between these two competitors; this might be just what Richmond needs to fuel himself towards a victory”

Clark Benson: “He’s got to end this recent bad spell, he needs to dig deep and come up with the goods”

[Danny approaches the ring, pausing as he and Ace momentarily stare each other out, Danny then steps up onto the ring curtain and steps into the ring]

Clark Benson: “The question is Vince, do you think that Richmond is going to be able to concentrate, what with all these scandals regarding his personal life?”

Vince Walters: “I don’t know Clark, the recent death of a father figure and the unveiling of a secret love child to the worlds press is certainly going to have taken a knock on Richmond’s training regime; now I’m no psychologist, but I’m not sure if he’s going to be on the top of his game tonight…”

[Tom Davis exits the ring as the referee brings the two competitors, has a short recap of the rules and then sends each man back to their corners, the bell rings out DING DING!, the crowd get on their feet, it’s on!]

Clark Benson: “Here we go, both men quick to come out of their corners…Ace Styles looking to live up to his superstar hype and Danny Richmond, hoping to break his recent spell of bad luck”

[The two competitors begin circling each other around the ring, neither man looking in a rush to commit to the first blow…each man staying remarkably quick on their feet]

Clark Benson: “I just hope these guys don’t move to quickly that the cameras lose focus”

[Richmond is the first man to lunge forward, attempting to grapple up but Styles sidesteps to the left of him and unloads a cheeky jab into his rib cage; Richmond falls back a few paces, but dives in again and this time the two men lock up.]

Clark Benson: “Richmond unloads Styles towards the ropes…”

[As Styles returns from the ropes he manages to drop beneath the extended arm of Richmond, missing the attempted closeline. Styles grabs Richmond and pulls him round to face him, delivering one, two, three jabs into Danny Richmonds mid-section]

Clark Benson: “Style’s taking control early on as he backs Richmond into the corner”

[Styles takes a hold of Richmond and Irish whips him into the opposite turnbuckle, Richmond grunts in pain as he rebounds out, only to be met with a running drop kick from Styles.]

Clark Benson: “Richmond crashes to the mat, Styles is quick to cover…..1……………………..2..and Richmond get’s a shoulder up…”

Vince Walters:“Now that was almost an early upset for Richmond…”

[Richmond manages to roll away from Styles, who loses concentration for a moment show voting to the crowd, Richmond runs in with a fist, but Styles refocuses and blocks it, Styles then pulls Richmond through his body and sends him hurtling towards the ropes, as he returns Styles drops Richmond to the ground with a Drop Toe Hold]

Clark Benson: “Danny Richmond, down on the canvas again Vince, not a very good start for him here.”

[Styles stands up and begins to drop his heel down into the kidneys of Richmond who rolls around on the floor, squirming as every heel lands down on him]

Clark Benson: “Styles grabs Richmond and pulls him to his feet…”

[Styles muscles Richmond back towards the turnbuckle and begins to unload, this time Richmond manages to get his hands up an blocks the blows, he then uses his core energy to burst free from the turnbuckle, grabbing Styles’ head and slamming his own into it]

Clark Benson: “Ouch I felt that!”

Vince Walters: “Oh I love to see a good quality headbutt like that…!”

[Styles stumbles back gripping his head as Danny Richmond follows through with a knee to his midsection before tucking his head beneath his arm and dropping Styles down onto the canvas with a perfectly timed DDT]

Clark Benson: “Richmond with the cover….1……………….2…….but Styles gets a shoulder up!”

[Richmond grabs Styles and forces him up on his feet before delivering some well timed jabs into his mid-section]

Vince Walters: “And just like that Clark, the momentum changes and this match turns right around!”

[Richmond Irish whips Styles to the ropes, who rebounds quickly only to be caught in the arms of Daniel Richmond who drops Styles to the ground with a belly-to-belly suplex.]

Clark Benson: “The crowd are on their feet now…”

[Richmond ducks through the ring ropes and clambers across the ring curtain before climbing up onto the top rope as “Pretty Boy” Ace Styles lies motionless on the canvas]

Clark Benson: “Richmond from the top rope!”

[It seemed almost inevitable that Richmond would make contract with his flying elbow drop, but at the last minute, Styles rolls to safety forcing Richmond to smash down hard onto the canvas]

Clark Benson: “Pretty Boy lives to fight on…”

[Styles gets up and shakes his head as Richmond also attempts to get to his feet. Styles runs in and drops a boot into the rib cage of Richmond before quickly dragging him to his feet and unloading him against the ring ropes.]

Clark Benson: “Styles leap frogs over Richmond as he rebounds from the ropes !”

[After Styles leap frogs majestically over Richmond he runs to the opposite ropes, rebounds himself and delivers a powerful flying forearm smash into Daniel Richmond; knocking him down on the canvas. Styles then drops down over Daniel Richmond and hooks his leg]

Clark Benson: “This has got to be it! 1…………………………2………………..two count! It’s just a two count! Richmond gets a shoulder up…”

Vince Walters: “Daniel Richmond is showing a lot of resolve to get up after that!”

[Styles looks at the referee, complaining that he’d drawn out the count; the referee shakes his head and pushes Styles away as Richmond grips his face with one hand as his other hand grabs the bottom ring rope as an aid to help him back onto his feet]

Clark Benson: “Styles moves forward again on Richmond, knocking away Richmonds hand from the ring rope as he piles his fist into his face. Richmond looks hurt, out of juice… I don’t think he can come back from this Vince!”

Vince Walters: “The crowd are getting restless Clark, I think they want Ace to end this one now…”

[Ace takes a moment to act the show pony once again, pointing his fingers towards the large breasted bimbo blondes in the front row. Like before Ace loses concentration and Richmond manages to scramble to his feet.]

Clark Benson: “Richmond delivers a blow into the back of Ace’s head and spins him round to face him!”

[Richmond ducks Ace’s head beneath his right arm as he in turn takes Ace’s right arm and places it behind his shoulder. Richmond then jumps up and spins Ace over onto the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd roar!]

Vince Walters: “Holy shit I did not see that one coming!”

[Richmond, looking slightly exhausted stumbles over Ace and heads towards the turnbuckle, he goes up onto the top rope and holds his arms up to the crowd]

Clark Benson: “It’s ROCK STAR time!”

[Richmond leaps and summersaults from the top rope, performing his signature high flying finisher, but just moments before he lands on Ace, Ace brings his foot up, devastatingly countering Richmond’s finisher!]

Clark Benson: “Both men are down on the canvas….the referee begins the double knock up count, but it’s short lived as Ace Styles pulls himself up onto his feet with the aid of the ring ropes”

Vince Walters: “You’ve gotta say Clark, if Ace would have stopped acting the show pony earlier, this match could have been tied up much sooner…”

Clark Benson: “Well Ace Styles is definitely a showman, but at the same time a phenomenal athlete… not that Danny Richmond isn’t the same”

[Ace walks over to Richmond, who is down on one knee. Ace whips Richmond across the face before picking him up onto his feet]

Clark Benson: “The crowd definitely seem restless now, I’m certain they want Ace to finish this…”

[The referee tries to intervene, making a comment that Richmond may or may not have injured himself as a result of his failed Rock star. Ace pushes the referee aside]

Clark Benson: “I think it’s his knee…Richmond seems to have injured his knee in the fall”

[Ace Styles backs up to the ropes and drops out onto the ring apron, he then leaps up onto the top rope and springboards himself through the air to Richmond, knocking him to the ground with a flying bicycle kick.]

Clark Benson: “Superb!”

[Ace stands up and looks at Richmond on the floor, he grabs his left leg into his arm and spins round to lock in his signature submission move]

Clark Benson: “And that my friends is the debut of the PRETTY INTENSE LOCK, here on N.E.W.”

[Richmond digs deep, but it’s no use, the excruciating force being applied on his body is too much and within a matter of seconds he taps down on the canvas, signaling his submission]

Clark Benson: “It’s over…”

[*DING DING DING DING* rings the bell…]

Tom Davis: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match…’PRETTY BOY’ ACE STYLEEESSSSSSS!!!!”

[“*Soldier, Soldier, All the pretty girls stand up, All the pretty girls stand up*”, Ace Styles music begins to play out over the arena speakers as Styles basks in the glory of his first win with his new promotion]

Vince Walters: “Well you got to give it to Richmond, he battled well and almost looked like he’d turned the match around, and at the last second Styles got the drop on him and wham bam, thank you maam, it’s all over…”

Clark Benson: “Let’s just see that turning point one more time”

[The replay reviews Richmond’s failed Rock Star, highlighting it as the turning point in the match... as the replay finishes, the cameras focus on Vince and Clark]

Clark Benson: “Ok folks don’t go anywhere, we got more N.E.W. coming up…”

Winner by Submission: Ace Styles

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As we come back from a promo we see Chaos standing in the ring
for he had already made his entrance to the ring.

Clark Benson: The last legend Chaos is standing in the ring where
tonight he makes his in ring return against the new comer Mark Mitchell.

Vince Walters: He's been out of the game for a while and I have heard good things about this Mitchell guy so I am looking forward to this one Clark.

Clark Benson: So glad that you are.

Vince Walters: Was that sarcasm in your voice I heard?

Clark Benson: Who me? Never.

Tom Davis: And, his opponent now residing in Atlanta Georgia here is Mark Mitchell!!!

Quutamo by "Apocalyptica" hits over the speakers and out walks Mark Mitchell down to the ramp way he then mouths off to a few fans and quickly walks to the ringside area and then rolls inside.

DING!!!

Clark Benson: Here we go Vince the bell has rang.

Vince Walters: Indeed it has and both men are walking right up to each other and well that might of been a mistake on Chaos's part because Mitchel took his left thumb and hit him directly in his right eye.

Clark Benson: I see how this Mitchell guy starts off matches.

Mitchell then hit a kick to the right knee of the bigger Chaos then a kick to his left knee and then he hit a leaping close line which knocked the bigger Chaos off his feet. Mitchell became obsessed with keeping Chaos down for several minutes Mitchell hit all kinds of moves which included elbow drops, knee drops, kicks, and a
leg drop to keep the big man Chaos down. But, Chaos kept trying to get up and eventually he managed to get to his feet but Mitchell this time allowed in for he backed up and waited and when Chaos got to his feet he hit a monster like SPEAR!!!

Vince Walters: Spear!!!Spear!!!!

Clark Benson: Who the hell are you Joey Styles?

Vince Walters: Hell no and besides he would always scream that lame word gore.

Clark Benson: Well Chaos has been taken off his game since the opening bell and has not even really got an offensive move in. Now on the other side of things this Mark Mitchell despite his opening bell tactics has been tearing Chaos down with every move the man seems to be very skilled.

Mitchell then showed an amazing string of different suplexes and impressive power with his final suplex he hit an exploder suplex.
Then he brought Chaos to his feet who was barely able to stand from the effective beating that Mitchell has given and then Mitchel kicked Chaos in the gut and as Chaos looked back up in came Mitchell hitting what he calls The Marvelous Mark!!!!!!

Vince Walters: What a move! That will do it you can bet on it.

Clark Benson: You know I hate to agree with you but on this one I have to.

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DING

DING

Tom Davis: Here is your winner Mark Mitchell!!!

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We get an overhead shot of the fans inside the HP Pavilion Arena as they are packed inside, waving flags of their country or origin, waving banners and signs as Brenda Owens steps into the middle of the ring, microphone in hand to announce the next match-up.

Brenda Owens: The following match-up is a Last Man Standing match, and it is for the vacant NEW Young Bloodz Championship. Now in this match, to defeat your opponent, you must beat them until they can not answer the count of ten.

Clark Benson: This is for the New Edge Wresting Young Bloodz Championship. Now, from what we know, earlier in the night, Shane Angelwood was reported to be Blair Buchannon's opponent, but in the end, Angelwood has no-showed. It was believed the match would be handed to Blair, but in the end, there was a replacement found. We just don't know who.

Vince Walters: Yeah, I hope it's someone good though. I want to see this Championship competed for, and not just handed to people because others can't show.

Patron Tequila" by Paradiso Girls then begins to play. The main arena lights dim. Pale pink spotlights swirl around,as the crowd overflows with excitement. The arena is abuzz with anticipation. The video screens ignite with images of the vivacious bombshell, Blair Buchannan in various ensembles, poised in a plethora of positions as well as in a few different matches.

Before long, those velvet curtains were pushes aside and the lovely Blair Buuchanan herself made her way onto the main stage. The Southern Belle was outfitted in a pair of white tennis shoes, white latex mini shorts, and a white latex strapless tube top. Her toned, bronzed body lightly shimmered when the lights hit her just right.

Brenda Owens: Introducing first, from Baton Rouge, Louisianna... This is... BLAIR BUCHANNAN!

Blair ran both of her hands through her long silky hair before making her way down the ramp. She grinned from ear to ear, her long brown tresses bouncing while she skipped down the ramp. As she made her way to the ringside area, Blair quickly trotted up the steps before extending her leg over the middle rope, ducking slowly and suggestively under the top rope and into the ring, then flipped her long hair. She smiled , blowing a kiss to the crowd of spectators. As her music continued to play, Blair paced from side to side in the ring as she eagerly anticipated the start of the match. As her music stops a hush falls over the arena as they await her mystery opponent.

Clark Benson: Who will it be?

The lights dim to a dark shade of green as the banjo in Dropkick Murphy's song "State of Massachusetts" plays. And as the guitar kicks in the shade of green becomes brighter as Sean Doherty walks out onto the stage as the lights flicker between green, white and orange. Sean makes his way down the aisle as the fans chant the words of his entrance music.

Clark Benson: ARE YOU KIDDING ME! IT'S SEAN DOHERTY!

Brenda Owens: Introducing secondly, from Dublin, Ireland... Weighing in at two-hundred twenty three pounds... He is... "THE IRISH HEARTBREAKER" SEAN DOHEERRRTY!!!

Sean walks up the steps and enters the ring, cracking his knuckles as he removes his t-shirt, throwing it into the crowd as he takes a spot standing in the corner of the ring as he awaits his opponent and his music stops!

"WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!"

Clark Benson: This is in my mind, a shocker. The last time we saw Doherty he was hurled threw a flaming table. Now, he's back and he's looking good. Well... Good for his standards!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

The match begins with Sean laughing at Blair as they meet in the middle of the ring, Sean puckers up his lips towards Blair, who slaps Sean hard across the face, nearly knocking Sean down.

Clark Benson: Ouch... That's going to hurt!

Blair jumps onto Sean's back and attempt to strangle him, but Sean simply grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her over his head and to the mat as the returning Irishman steps on her hair, tearing it from the roots as Blair screams in agony!

Clark Benson: Jesus Christ!

Vince Walters: Oh it's nice to have this guy back, it is very nice. He's putting the hair on top of his head, haha.

Never one to not entertain the fans, Sean props the hair from Blair's head atop his. Once Blair see's this as she reaches her feet, she only has one thing in mind, and that's to kick him where it hurts. Buchannan kicks Sean in the groin and watches Sean fall to the mat.

Vince Walters: It never fails, a good oul' kick in the balls.

Blair picks up her hair from the ground and looks at it as the referee begins his first count of the match.

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Clark Benson: That kick to the balls has taken a fair amount out of Sean Doherty here as he's... He's... Is that a whip?

Vince Walters: Where did he get that?

Clark Benson: Was... Was it in his jeans?

Sean, with a long black whip in hand turns around as Blair exits the ring, only to walk into Sean looking directly at her with a look of cruel intentions in his eyes. Sean cracks the whip, as Blair backs off, hands out in front of her begging Sean to stop, until she falls down and back wards.

Clark Benson: This is bad! This is real bad, not for us of course, but for Blair. Sean Doherty looks like he's going to kill her, and now she's on her ass, don't crawl on all fours Blair, oh geez!

Blair turns around and begins crawling on all fours, but as Sean see's her ass, he begins to lay the whip on her ass.

Clark Benson: OH MY GOD!

Sean begins whipping her in the ass with the whip, once, twice, three time, four times, repeatedly! Blair is screaming in agony as Sean shows the whip to the fans, who want to see more.

"ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!"

Sean gives the fans what they want to see, cracking the whip as hard as he can, one last time across the ass cheeks of Blair Buchannan who is left nearly crying at ringside, who finally does the smart thing and rolls over onto her back as Sean hands the whip to a fan, as a little something to remember the show!

Clark Benson: Only one crazy motherfucker can do that, and he's Irish and his name is Sean Doherty!

Sean goes to pick up Blair by her hair, but as he gets close, Blair lets the claws loose and scratches Sean across the face with one of her finger nails, before kicking him, for a second time in the balls. Doherty again has to go back to holding his balls before falling back wards to the floor.

Clark Benson: Blair Buchannan is using every mans primitive feature against one, and for the second time it works to it's full effect.

Vince Walters: Yeah, I think Sean is bleeding from somewhere as well, Clark. Look at the small pool of blood on the floor.

Clark Benson: Oh my God! That's not his blood, that's, it's

As Blair stands up, a red patch of blood has appeared dripping through the back of her latex mini-shorts, as well as down her leg as she shows the pain on her face with every step. Blair looks at Sean, who is not fully down so the referee can't count, as Blair goes searching under the ring, removing a Kendo Stick. Blair aims, shoots and connects with the Kendo Stick again to the testicles of Sean Doherty who can do nothing but bare the pain, hold and fall forward on his face as the referee has to start the second count of the match.

Clark Benson: At this rate there won't be a second generation Doherty, Vince. His nut-sack is taking a beating, he's bust a nut, but not the way you think I'm saying!

Vince Walters: That's sick, but at least he hasn't had a period of the ass!

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Sean makes it to his feet with only three seconds left as Blair rolls into the ring, with something behind her back. Sean looks in as Blair is making a hand sign for him to come get some. As Sean drags himself into the ring, his hand both holding in pain and protecting his ball-sack from even further annihilation, Blair runs at him and goes for what seems to be a Punch, but Sean blocks her hand and removes something from it.

Vince Walters: What the hell is that?

As the camera gets a closer look in at what's in Sean's hand, it's revealed that Blair was running at "The Irish Heartbreaker" with a tazer. Sean takes the tazer and looks at Blair.

Clark Benson: A tazer, she was running at him with a freakin' tazer! And... An... A... Vince?

Vince Walters: Yeah Clark?

Clark Benson: Does Sean Doherty have a tazer in his hand?

Vince Walters: Yup, this isn't going to be good! It'll be funny, but it's going to make some people puke. Like you when Ryan Pugh and Razor met at World War X.

A wicked looking Sean, with tazer in one hand and Blair caught by the arm in the other looks at the "Southern Belle" as he turns on the tazer. The blue line of electricity appearing at the top as the Irishman turns her around and begins prodding Blair in the ass with the tazer!

Clark Benson: HOLY SHIT!

Blair jumps into the air with each time Sean prods her with the tazer. Blair eventually hits the floor, holding her buttocks with both hands as Sean shows the tazer to the fans before tossing it to ringside, as he waits for Blair to get up and turn around as she stands now on only one knee, but still with her hands protecting her blood covered ass.

Clark Benson: Sean Doherty has some wickedly bad intentions. It's so not funny, Vince.

As a sobbing Blair comes to her feet and turns around she is picked up by Sean and twisted onto his shoulder before being put down, so that Sean has her in position for a move he's never done before!

Clark Benson: Tombstone Piledriver! Sean Doherty knows an actual wrestling move, my God!

Vince Walters: Look at the smile on his face, he has no clue that this is a Tombstone Piledriver all he knows is that this way, she's in front of his crotch and he's got his mouth in her pussy that's protected by a thin layer of latex! This is like porn! Sick porn at that!

The camera gets a close-up of a smiling Doherty as he looks out to the crowd and as Blair kicks with her legs, but it's no use and with one drop of the knee's Sean hits the Tombstone Piledriver to Blair Buchannan!

Clark Benson: Can Blair get up from that, or is she out for the ten?

Sean waits in the corner, as he cracks his knuckles, signaling that if Blair gets up, it's obvious what he's going for as the count begins.

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Clark Benson: Somehow Blair got up I don't believe it.

Vince Walters: Believe it Blair is as tough as they come Clark.

Blair was standing barely and Sean nailed her with his PADDY POWER PUNCH!!!!!

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DING!!!!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner and now the N.E.W Young Blood
Champion Sean Doherty!!!!

[Deleted]

Brandy Boss: The following contest is a weapons match, and it is for the
Golden Contract. You referee is Rayven Hughes, and is scheduled for one fall.

Jill Mathews: And we in for another great match here, wouldn’t you agree Jim?

Jim Floss: I certainly would Jill. These two have been fighting against each
other all month long, and finally it comes to ahead tonight. I can’t wait to see
what these two pull out to score the win.

Brandy Boss: First, making his way to the ring. He hails from Las Vegas,
Nevada, and weighed in this morning at 245 lbs. He is Shane Sparx!

Jill Mathews: The original holder of The Golden Contract that he won back at
Cold Front in the Spin The Wheel elimination match, but you’ve got to hand it to him
Jim, it was a really gutsy move putting it on the line tonight.

Jim Floss: Well that’s where I think you’re wrong Jill. You see there have
been a lot of rumblings in the back talking about how he’s scared to put it on the
line, as he might lose it, but tonight he proves them wrong, and if my feeling is
right, it’ll only push him harder to keep it.

Brandy Boss: And finally, making her way to the ring. She hails from Sky
Valley, Georgia, and weighed in this morning at 135 lbs. She is The NEW Queen of
Xtreme, Cera Janason!

Jill Mathews: And here she comes! The woman who wants to beat Shane into a
pulp and prove once and for all that just because she’s a girl, doesn’t mean she
should be underestimated.

Jim Floss: That’s unlike you to pick sides Jill?

Jill Mathews: What can I say? Did you hear the things that guy said?

Jim Floss: Well would you look at Jen! She’s dressed up like one of those
Asian Football players.

Jill Mathews: That’s samurai armour Jim.

Jim Floss: That’s what they’re called! I wonder if they’ll make the Superbowl
this year...

Jill Mathews: Well I would hate to interrupt your casual racism Jim, but it
looks like the ref isn’t going to put up with it. He’s sending Jen to the back!

Jim Floss: Well when you’re dressed like that, what is he suppose to think?
When you come looking like your ready for a fight, he thinks you’re gonna get in the
way, it’s logic Jill, and it really is for her own safety.

Jill Mathews: I suppose if you’re not a trained fighter, then the back is the
safest place for her, this match looks to get incredibly ugly VERY quickly. And as
Jen slowly makes her way up the ramp, it looks like Shane is tired of waiting, and
jumps out the ring. He goes under the ring and begins pulling everything he can find
under it and throws it into the ring, with Cera swiftly moving out the way of the
oncoming items, looking through them to find something to use.

Jim Mathews: That some good thinking right there, but it could also be
Sparx’s downfall. Sure he’s getting all his tools out now, but while he’s doing
that, Janason can have a look and get her hands on the good stuff.

Jill Mathews: And finally Shane gets out from under the ring and climbs in,
picking up a trashcan as he approaches Cera, who looks to be holding a Kendo stick.
Sparx throws the bin at Janason, who knocks it away easily with the stick, but Shane
takes advantage delivering a swift right hand to Cera’s jaw! He’s really not messing
around is he?

Jim Floss: Excellent idea from Shane. get that weapon pointed away from him,
and take advantage of the opening.

Jill Mathews: Cera stumbles back as she drops the stick. She lifts her hand
to her mouth and feels the blood coming from it. She looks...pleased?

Jim Floss: Well what did you think she was going to do? Finally he’s started
taking her seriously, and that’s what this whole fight was about. Now there really
isn’t going to be any holding back!

Jill Mathews: Well it looks like she’s ready to go as she picks up a chair
and throws it at Sparx, who catches it fight in his hands. She quickly follows with
a bicycle kick, forcing the chair into Shane’s face, and as he falls down, she goes
for a pin!

ONE

TWO

Jill Mathews: And a kick out from Sparx!

Jim Floss: Trust me, it’s gonna take a lot more then a chair to the face to
take this guy out.

Jill Mathews: And as the pair get to their feet, Cera is the first to attack
be grabbing a dustbin lid, and attempting to smack it down on Sparx’s head, but
Shane reacts quickly, picking up the chair and forcing it end first into Janason’s
gut!

Jim Floss: Brilliant move from Shane there!

Jill Mathews: And it doesn’t look like he’s letting up, as he pushes the
chair futher in, forcing Cera into the corner, before Sparx drops the chair and
grabs hold of the ropes, launching his shoulder into Janason’s waist.

Jim Floss: Breaking down the opponent, classic strategy!

Jill Mathews: And it looks like Sparx just had a light bulb appear over his
head as he moves back and Cera drops to the floor. He’s leaving the ring again, and
going under, but it looks like he’s looking for something specific. He pulls out a
table and pushes it into the ring, setting it up by the corner Janason is in. it
looks like he’s setting up something big!

Jim Floss: But the question is, is he going to get a chance to? Cera’s slowly
getting back onto her feet.

Jill Mathews: And it looks like Shane’s seen her, and is going for a quick
spear to down her again. But Janason is quick to act and doges, making Shane spear
himself right into the post!

Jim Floss: Now that was a good move there, getting the opponent to hurt
themselves under their own force.

Jill Mathews: And it looks like she’s not gonna let up as she grabs the
downed Shane and pulls him over to the table, laying him on it.

Jim Floss: Well it looks like his plan fell through. She’s gonna use his own
idea against him!

Jill Mathews: And it looks likeshe’s going for an elbow drop. She jumps, BUT
SHANE ROLLS OFF THE TABLE! Cera goes right through the table!

Jim Floss: And it looks like this one is over, I don’t know how she’s gonna
come back from that attack...

Jill Mathews: And Sparx pulls Janason out of the rubble of the table and lays
her down, before placing a foot on her face, going for the pin.

ONE

TWO

SMACK!

Jill Mathews: What the hell was that?

Jim Floss: I dunno, but all I know is whatever it was, it hit Sparx square in
the face, and knocked him over, stopping the count!

Jill Mathews: Do you see the blood? I think his nose might be broken!

Jim Floss: Hang on, who’s that at the top of the ramp...IT’S JEN!

Jill Mathews: And she holds her hand out for something and...what is that?

Jim Floss: IT’S A BOOMERANG! My God that’s ingenious...

Jill Mathews: And as she walks away from ringside with a smile on her face, I
think Jen may have just committed the perfect crime, the ref doesn’t know what’s
going on!

Jim Floss: Yeah, well she is blond...

Jill Mathews: HEY!

Jim Floss: I’m teasing, I’m teasing...

Jill Mathews: Anyway, back to the match and it looks like Cera has finally
come around, I’m not even she knows what’s going on, but Shane is on his back, and
she pounces, rolling him up for a pin!

ONE

TWO

Jill Mathews: And Sparx get’s his arm up!

Jim Floss: SO close! We almost had a winner there.

Jill Mathews: Well it looks like they’re both getting to their feet, and
begin starting each other down.

Jim Floss: Would you look at the blood pouring down Sparx’s face, he’s caked
in the stuff!

Jill Mathews: They lock up once again before Shane pushes Cera away, and hit
her with the spear into the corner!

Jim Floss: It looks like he’s going back to the well a second time with that
move, and hopefully this time it’ll be more successful for him.

Jill Mathews: And he lifts her up on top of the corner, and begins to climb
himself...TOP ROPE FISHERMAN SUPLEX!

Jim Floss: Now that’s an impact I wouldn’t want to be at the brunt of!

Jill Mathews: And it looks like he’s going for the pin!

ONE

TWO

Jill Mathews: CERA GETS THE ARM UP!

Jim Floss: My God...this woman is resilient!

Jill Mathews: And Shane looks PISSED!

Jim Floss: Well that’s understandable, everything his thrown at this woman,
she’s gotten out of it one way or another.

Jill Mathews: And Shane grabs the downed Janason, and sets up for The
Discharge...but it looks like he’s looking for something...He’s looking around the
mat before he drags Cera over to the steel chair from earlier...THE DISCHARGE RIGHT
ONTO THE STEEL!

Jim Floss: That’s it, she’s out.

Jill Mathews: And Sparx simply follows up and goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Jill Mathews: And it’s all over...

Brandy Boss: And your winner, as a result of a pinfall, and STILL holder of
The Golden Contract. Shane Sparx!

Jill Mathews: And as the ref hands him the suitcase still holding the
contract, he goes over to Cera and holds it above her, the blood still running down
his face.

Jim Floss: Well I’ve got to hand it to both of them. Lets have a look at the
highlights. First we had the cornering of Janason by Sparx, trying to set up for
that Fisherman Suplex onto the table, but that plan was knocked in the head with
some quick moves from Cera. And speaking of knocked in the head, Jen’s interference
in the match was an excellent plan beautifully executed. But alas, it was not to be,
and with The Discharge onto the steel chair, Sparx got the win, and got to keep his
contract.

Jill Mathews: I’ll be honest, I can’t help but feel let down by the fact Cera
didn’t win this match.

Jim Floss: I know what you mean, but I honestly feel she did well, and showed
Sparx that just because she’s a woman, she REALLY shouldn’t be underestimated, just
like the other women of NEW. They’re beautiful, smart, but fuck me they’re dangerous
when they get between those ropes...

Jill Mathews: You know what, I couldn’t have said it better myself Jim.

Jim Floss: I know Jill, and that’s why I get paid more then you...

***Winner Via Pinfall: Shane Sparx***

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The Paragona of Americana is getting ready for his match in his locker room backstage as all Champions are given their own locker rooms. We see him with his ring gear on and his brand new 4:19 shirt that has the sleeves cut off. His NEW Trans-Atlantic Championship is shining brightly in the light of the room and sitting next to him on the black leather couch.

His two tiny body guard assassin squad are standing by the wall like two secret service agents, when suddenly there is a knock on the door. Johnny looks up and rolls his eyes and motions with his head for his two trained killers to answer the door.

So Mr. Tibbs motions with his head for Mr. Jacobi to do as they were told, so Mr. Chris Jacobi backs up to get a running start and then leaps into the air as Mr. Tibbs catches him on his shoulders like acrobats at a circus. Mr. Jacobi then quickly opens the door and does a beautiful back flip and lands it perfectly on the ground.

Stylez doesn’t look up to see who it is because he doesn’t care who it is. The two body guards try to warn their boss of the familiar face that has just walked in, but before they can do anything a beautiful soft, but frightened voice speaks that immediately grabs the attention of the NEW Triple Crown Champion, as his facial expression goes from focused to shockingly offended.

Stylez looks up to find himself looking at his former fiancé and ex-girlfriend. He hasn’t seen her since the roster split and hadn’t spoken to her since he buried her during her visit on the view a couple of weeks ago. She comes in and speaks quickly as we can hear the trembling in her voice, as Johnny just listens and looks at her like she is crazy.

Blair Buchanan: Johnny, please you have got to help me! I know I have done some terrible things to you before, but Johnny I really need your help now! Ryan Pugh is trying to black mail me into joining his group so I can be their groupie, maid, personal servant and maybe even whore! Johnny please! You know Ryan and you can get him to call this whole thing off! Please Johnny I know you have every reason not to, but I am begging you! I’ll get on my knees if I have to, just please don’t let Ryan Pugh make me become apart of his group. All I want to do is wrestle for Ignite, on my own. I know I can’t have you back, not right away but I am willing to do whatever it takes so we can work on it! I’m here for the long haul Johnny and this time I mean it…No more Post-It notes I promise you..Just please give me another chance!

Stylez pauses as Blair looks at him with a look of sheer desperation. Johnny looks away as if silently considering his options. He then stands up and picks up his Championship belt and fastens it tightly around his waist. He then finishes putting his fingerless gloves on, and grabs Blair by her shoulders and pulls her tightly hugging her neck.

Blair almost cries she is so happy and now feeling safer than she ever has. As she took Johnny’s warm embrace as an acceptance of her offer. Johnny then lets go and warmly smiles at her.

LA Johnny Stylez: Sure I’ll call Ryan right now, would you mind going into the bathroom and grabbing my phone for me? I gotta roll my pre-match joint. You wanna stick around a hit a little bit of it, you look like you could use a little herbal refreshment!

Blair Buchanan: Maybe Johnny…Where did you say your phone was?

LA Johnny Stylez: On the sink in the bathroom I left it in there like an idiot!

Blair Buchanan: I sure will…Did Adrien really give you his tongue?

LA Johnny Stylez: Ha, yeah that stupiud son of a bitch sure did…It was made me sick to my stomach but the more I think about it the better off I think he is not talking, because that stupid son of a bitch never said anything worth listening to anyway!...Now Blair go get the phone my match is coming up soon and I gotta go get into position.

Blair Buchanan: Ok baby I’ll be right back.

Stylez watches her walk into the bathroom while he licks the end of the joint as he puts the finishing touches on his perfectly rolled joint.

Scene then cuts in the bathroom where Blair looks around for Johnny’s phone. She walks over to the sink where he said it would be, but doesn’t see it anywhere?...She looks on the other two sinks in the bathroom but doesn’t see his phone anywhere. Confused, Blair calls out to Johnny in the other room.

Blair Buchanan: Uh JOHNNY?

LA Johnny Stylez: YES DEAR?

Blair Buchanan: ARE YOU SURE YOUR PHONE IS IN HERE?...I DON’T SEE IT ANYWHERE?...ARE YOU SURE YOU LEFT IT BY THE SINK?

LA Johnny Stylez: OH…WAIT A MINUTE I FORGOT MOLLY HAS IT!!

The moment Johnny finishes his sentence Blair looks into the mirror with a look of confusion as she is not sure she heard Johnny correctly. She then suddenly hears “Cold” by Crossfade which she immediately knows is Johnny’s ring tone. But before she can ask Johnny what he said out of no where...

!!!!!!!WHAM!!!!!!!

Blair is hit from behind.

After the initial commotion the camera backs up and we can see none other than Molly Mayhem serverly attacking Blair Buchanan. After a few stiff punches she grabs Blair by the back of her hair and rams her face into the bathroom mirror as the mirror shatters into a million pieces.

While the attack is going on the scene switches back to Johnny Stylez, who is sitting on the couch listening to the whole thing smoking his joint like he doesn’t hear anything or have a care in the world. He waits until he hears the mirror break and then waits until he hears absolutely nothing. After a few moments of silence he sits up and puts his joint out and walks into the bathroom.

As he walks into the bathroom we see Blair Buchanan laying on the floor unconscious in a pool of her own blood. Molly then runs and jumps and wraps her legs around Johnny Stylez, shoving her tongue down his throat. After a quick kiss she turns her head and looks down at her handy work as she unwraps her legs from Johnny’s waist and Johnny sets her back on the floor.

Molly Mayhem: Did I do good baby?

Stylez looks down at his ex who is now a bloody mess laying in a puddle of it and broken glass.

LA Johnny Stylez: Oh no MiSS MaM you have been very bad!...But you know the good kinda bad! I think the NEW is definitely going to love the NEW You!...And if not…We’ll make them!

Molly Mayhem: Just like I just made this bitch?

LA Johnny Stylez: Precisley! That’s my girl…Now sweetheart do you have my phone?

Molly reaches into her back pocket and hands Johnny his phone that is still ringing. As Stylez takes his phone and looks down at the caller ID to see his friend and long time mentor Ryan Pugh’s name as he quickly picks it up and wraps his other arm around Molly. As the NEW Trans-Atlantic Champion speaks he looks at himself and Molly in whats left of the center mirror.

LA Johnny Stylez: Hey buddy what’s going on?.....Yeah she’s here just like I told you! Yeah you can come get her…But hurry up, because if anyone comes in this locker room it’s gunna look like me and Molly fucking murdered this bitch!....What?...YEAH DUDE Molly fucked her up pretty bad!...You and your boys can come get her though she is out like a blind kid playing baseball! Just don’t forget the fifty bucks and card for free pizza from Pizza Hut that you promised!....Yeah alright man I’ll see you in a few…Be CooL…PEACE

Stylez hangs up and then looks at his new girlfriend and then down at his old one. Stylez then squats down and pulls Blair’s head up by the back of her hair. Her eyes are closed but she makes Blair’s head looks like she is looking at Molly.

LA Johnny Stylez: Sorry Blair, I’ve found someone else! I hope we can still be friends down the line, and I know I should have told you sooner. But Ryan said if we gave you back to him he’d give me fifty bucks and a card for free pizza from Pizza Hut…and well you know how much I fucking love PIZZA…So, yeah well we’re gunna go ahead and get outta here…But stay out of our way…And maybe now you’ll know to never fuck with Johnny Stylez ever again! Guess this is good bye! Have fun washing the skid marks off of Ryan’s boxers! Guess this is good bye!

Stylez then drops her head and stands up. He wraps his arm around Molly and gives her a kiss on the cheek, and wraps his arms around her as they walk out of the bathroom as the camera focuses on Blair alone laying in a pool of her own blood and a pile of broken glass. The scene then cuts back to ring side.

[Deleted]

Tom Davis: The following is an I Quit match for the Trans-Atlantic
Championship. First making his way to the ring he is a former 2x Young Blood Champion here is the challenger Adrien Specter!!



Clark Benson: Here comes Adrien Specter with quite the evil look on his face I must say he appears sober that's shocking.

Vince Walters: He wants to finish this with Johnny so obviously he decided to save the drinking for later.

Tom Davis: And, now introducing the TA CHAMP he is LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!!!



Vince Walters: And, here comes the TA champ as he is just about to the ring and he has that cocky look on his face like normal.

Clark Benson: Johnny has now entered the ring Vince and handed his title off to the ref so looks like we are about set to go here.

Vince Walters: These two men do not like each other look at how
they are up in each other's faces and Johnny is standing there
just smiling away while Specter is talking toward him.

DING!!

Clark Benson: OHHHH Johnny just BITCH slapped Specter right
across his face and look at Specter he just looked up at Johnny with a sick looking smile on his face and gave Johnny a bitch slap of his own.

Vince Walters: This is an I QUIT match guys I don't think that big move is going to cause ether to say the words I quit.

Clark Benson: Relax Vince I do not think ether man is attempting to make one say those words just yet.

After the bitch slaps where exchanged Johnny and Specter began
to slug it out non stop fists where swinging both men showing the hatred each had for the other. Johnny who was more the brawler
of the two got the slight advantage when he knocked Specter
back a step then Johnny went for a running shoulder block but
Specter took Johnny down with an excellent drop toe hold sending Stylez flat on his face. Specter then kicked Johnny in
the back of his head and dropped a pinpoint elbow drop right
into Johnny's lower back. Adrien had taken the advantage in
the early going as he dropped a series of elbows and knee's
into Johnny's back.

Clark Benson: Specter is like a pit bull here just not letting up
on the downed Johnny not giving him a second to get up.

Vince Walters: Well that would be the idea and notice how
he's focusing his attacks on Johnny's back perhaps Specter
knows an area of weakness that we do not.

Clark Benson: Or, perhaps he just feels like putting Johnny in
some major pain.

Vince Walters: Perhaps it's a mixture of both.

Clark Benson: Could be.

Specter did stop his vicious attack on the lower back of Johnny
as an evil smile came across his face yet again. He then rolled
out of the ring and reached under the ring apron pulling out
two steel chairs. Adrien then shoved both chairs into the ring and
sat them both up. He then pushed them both together and brought Johnny to his feet hitting a knee to Stylez gut and he
then picked Johnny up for a scoop slam but Johnny got free
and as Specter turned around Stylez hit a standing drop kick
knocking Specter to one knee. Johnny however slowly got back
to his feet as he favored his lower back which allowed Specter
to get back up from his one knee. Both men then headed for
each other again and began to exchange blows yet again until
Johnny kicked Adrien RIGHT BETWEEN HIS LEGS sending him down
to his knee's!!

Clark Benson: Why do men always resort to those type of tactics?

Vince Walters: Because, most men know that getting hit in the balls is painful as fuck.

Clark Benson: I know that hell I'm in pain just from seeing that.

Johnny hit a running double front kick to Specter as he was down
on his knee's which caused Specter to land on his back in the middle of the ring. Stylez then grabbed one of the chairs folded
it back up and placed it over the face of Specter. Stylez then bounced off the ropes and hit a running stomp onto the chair into the face of Specter!!! Stylez then asked for the mic and Tom Davis handed it to him through the ropes.

Stylez: Okay Adrien listen up buddy I am willing to make this easy for you because well I am just that good of a guy. You see the whole world knows that making people say I quit is what I do best and normally I put motherfuckers in hospitals but right now all you got his a hurt nut sack and a hurt face so why not just give up now Adrien.

Johnny held the mic down towards Adriens mouth but Specter did not say a word he just laid there with a demon like look in his eyes and Johnny then cracked a smile as he motioned for Specter
to get up. Slowly Adrien did and WHAM!! Johnny drove the microphone into the head of Specter making quite the noise this caused Specter to fall this time to just one knee. Johnny then picked Adrien up Irish whipping him into one of the corner turnbuckles and Specter fell to his ass leaning now against the second turn buckle. Johnny then with a head full of steam ran for Specter attempting a running knee but Specter moved out of the way!!

Vince Walters: That's the move that Johnny missed when Roger Wright beat him to retain the world title.

Clark Benson: Yeah and now Adrien Specter is up and he just grabbed Johnny hitting a T bone suplex taking Johnny off his feet.
Specter now seems to be regaining him self and possibly a second wind here.

Vince Walters: He just rolled back outside the ring Clark.

Specter reached under the ring pulling out a table he then picked it up and shoved it into the ring. Adrien then got another table tossing it into the ring and then one more table placing it in the ring. After he did all of that he went over lifting the top part of the steel ring steps and tossed it inside the ring. Finally Adrien rolled
back into the ring and he reached down for a chair then when he stood up with the chair in his hands Johnny came running at him but Specter was ready WHAM!!!!!!! Adrien nailed Johnny with the steel chair right across his skull knocking Johnny off his feet. Adrien then drove the chair into Johnny's chest multiple times
before dropping the chair he then grabbed the microphone.

Adrien Specter: Okay Johnny boy time for you to say it unless you
want me to finish cracking your bloody chest in!

Specter then placed the microphone near Johnny's mouth.

Johnny Stylez: Not gonna happen you British fuck tard!

Johnny screamed it out and Specter picked the chair up once again and began driving it into the chest of Johnny four more times. Johnny was now in some serious pain as he held his chest and took deep breathes. While Johnny was down Specter sat a table up and then placed another table next to it. He then
went over bring Johnny to his feet and placed him on the tables.
Adrien then rolled outside the ring and pulled out a TWENTY foot
ladder he slid it into the ring and rolled back in him self. He then
set it up and climbed all the way to the top.

Clark Benson: Oh this can't be good.

Vince Walters: A 20 foot ladder, tables, and chairs?

Clark Benson: Yes.

Vince Walters: It never is for the people inside the ring but it's always great for me.

Once Adrien got up there he never turned around he just leaped off attempting his SENT FROM ABOVE from 20 feet in the air!!!!
Johnny rolled off the tables and ADRIEN WENT CRASHING THROUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Clark/Vince: HOLY SHIT!!!

Crowd: Holy shit......Holy shit........Holy shit....

Johnny slowly got to his feet and grabbed the microphone he then
slowly walked over to the laid out Adrien Specter.

Stylez: Well what do you say Adrien!

Specter: **Coughing** NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vince Walters: That's pure toughness right there mixed with a bit of stupidity.

Clark Benson: You forgot to mention heart.

Johnny nodded as if to say okay so this is how you want it well okay then. Johnny then rolled outside the ring and walked around to a certain location of the ring apron and reached under he then pulled out a TAZZER!!!!

Vince Walters: Could we see a repeat from World War X? I do believe we are going to!

Clark Benson: Oh no not this again.

Johnny rolls back into the ring and picks up the microphone with his free hand he then places the tazzer right near the nuts of one Adrien Specter.

Johnny Stylez: Okay Spec you know the drill here if you ever wish to have kids again you will say the word I quit OHHH!!!!

As soon as Johnny said those last words Specter kicked Johnny right in the nuts and Johnny dropped the tazzer and went to his knee's. Then somehow Adrien Specter crawled over to the tazzer and grabbed it. He then TAZZED Johnny right in the chest area!!!

Vince Walters: CLEAR!!!!

Clark Benson: You truly are a sick man for enjoying this.

Vince Walters: Oh come on Clark this is what New Edge Wrestling is all about.

Johnny was now shaking in pain as Specter somehow dug deep down and managed to pull him self to his feet and just as he was about to use the tazzer again TRIPLE X RAN DOWN AND INTO THE RING!!! He turned Specter around kicking him in the gut and
hitting his CATALYST!!!!!

Clark Benson: Ah what the hell the owner of the collision brand just saved Johnny's ass!

Vince Walters: He's protecting his investment Clark.

Triple X then rolled out of the ring and has a smile on his face as he walked towards the back. Slowly now Johnny pulled him self
to his feet and grabbed the tazzer he then tazzed SPECTER in his chest numerous times before grabbing the microphone.

Johnny Stylez: SAY IT!!!

Specter: *In a very low voice* No.

Johnny who was hurting him self pretty bad then looked up at the ramp way and out came MOLLY MAYHEM with a small gas
can in her hand!! She quickly came down to the ring side area and shoved the gas can into the ring. Johnny then picked it up and opened it he then poured it on the body of Specter!!

Clark Benson: What the hell Johnny's new girl just brought him
a gas can out for the love of god and Johnny just poured it on
Specter!

Vince Walters: Oh my and Johnny just pulled a zippo lighter out of his pocket and has lit the lighter.

Johnny once again picked the mircophone up off the ground
and closed the lighter.

Johnny Stylez: Adrien I know you pretty much can't move right now due to the mass amounts of electricity that went through your body from all the tazzing I did but you need to say you quit right now Adrien or I will burn your ass alive!

Adrien muttered the words no and Johnny lit the lighter once again. He got very close to Specter with the lighter in one hand and the microphone in the other.

Johnny Stylez: DON'T think I won't do it Adrien because I WILL!

Adrien Specter: I......I.....

Johnny Stylez: You what!

Adrien Specter: I quit.

DING!!

DING!!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner and still the TA CHAMP JOHNNY STYLEZ!!!!!

The ref hands the belt to Johnny as he falls to his knee's in pain with the belt laid on the ring mat. Molly then gets into the ring and helps him to his feet and she grabs the belt they both then slowly
exit the ring while emt's rush down to check on Adrien a long with
trainers who have some bottles of water to wash the gas off
a motionless Adrien Specter.

[Deleted]

Tom Davis: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is the Triple X open challenge match. Introducing first he our Co-owner, THE ICON XAVIER XANNON XANDERS!

Triple X makes his way down to the ring, his usually cocky stride and confident smile both intact. Even though he hasn't been in an NEW ring officially for a few months, the boss looks poised and ready to go.

Vince Walters: I really never thought I'd see the day where XXX was back in an NEW ring. First because he "retired" and second because the last time he entered one he left in a wheel chair.

Clark Benson: The branding of the NEW was indeed a good thing all around. I can't wait to see where the ICON takes Collision, that is if he makes it out of this encounter with Triple D.

XXX hits the ring, and immediately asks for a mic from ringside.

Vince Walters: The man simply can't resist hearing the sound of his own voice can he?

Clark Benson: He is beyond the shadow of a doubt the king of shameless self promotion.

X raises the mic and addresses his soon to be opponent.

Triple X: Davey, hurry up and get your lazy punk ass out here. After having to listen to you run your damn mouth, it's my turn to do some talking....With these.

X drops the mic and holds up his fists, ready and willing to bring the fight to Dynamo.

Vince Walters: Wow, I was expecting something longer and decidedly less cheesy.

Clark Benson: Something doesn't seem right. I have a bad feeling about this.

Davey's music plays, but there is a decidedly long pause from when he steps through the curtain to the ramp. However, when there finally is motion it's not the figure of Triple D that emerges, unless you count the fact that he was slumped over and on the shoulders of the massive Tommy Sirius.

Clark Benson: See? I told you something didn't seem right. Triple X hinted at this earlier in the week, and now it's come to fruition. His former student has come full circle and is now doing his dirty work.

Vince Walters: You really shouldn't expect anything less from the ICON. He will do anything to sway the odds in his favor, and I would say they have been swayed. Davey is unconscious, and the hulking Sirius just rolled him into the ring.

Triple X grabs the referee by the shirt and demands that he ring the bell, so reluctantly the Zebra does. Not content to just go for the easy pin, Xavier lifts Davey off the mat and drops him back down with a Catalyst.

Clark Benson: Well that was called for.

Vince Walters: Then I suppose the fact that he's locking in the Ego Trip would be seen as overkill as well?

Davey is in now show to tap out, so the referee calls for the bell to stop any further damage to the battered and bruised wrestler. Xavier breaks the hold, while Tommy comes in and dumps DDD rather unceremoniously from the ring.

Clark Benson: I hope he's proud of himself. I just don't see what this accomplishes.

Vince Walters: Well for one it accomplishes sending a message to the rest of the Ignite roster, as well as his own Collision roster. Triple X is not a man to be messed with, owner or wrestler.

Triple X exits the ring for a moment, retrieving a couple of items from by the time keepers table. He hands one to Tommy and pulls the other over his own head, the items being 2 t-shirts emblazoned with a very familiar logo.

Vince Walters: DHS has officially came to the NEW.

Clark Benson: We know Triple X and Tommy are in the stable, but who's next? Is Jesse going to join his long time tag partner?

Vince Walters:I guess we'll have to wait and see, but one thing is certain. They have sent a crystal clear message that they are here and plan on shaking things up.

Triple X and Tommy make their way to the back amidst a chorus of boo's and random trash. DDD is being checked out by the EMT's, and the attack seemed to be a little more serious than what was first thought.

Vince Walters: I think Davey might be hurt Clark.

Clark Benson: I guess that's something we'll have to keep everyone posted on either tonight, or during the week. As for right now, we need to prepare for our next huge match up.

**WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: XAVIER XANNON XANDERS**

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Tom Jones: Ladies and gentleman the following match is a 60 minute hard time match for both the NEW World heavyweight championship as well as the NEW Collision Heavyweight championship. Introducing first he is a member of the Collision roster, he is the master of the Dirty Needle, he is INKT!

Vince Walters: Here comes the painted Assassin Inkt. He looks ready to take out everyone on his way to his first NEW World title.

Clark Benson: After the huge run he went on in the Gfed NEW, you have to believe he is one of the front runners here tonight.

Inkt makes it about halfway up the ramp before pausing as "Savior" blares out over the PA.

Pugh meets up with Inkt on the ramp,and the 2 make their way to the ring together.

Jim Floss: It would appear that Tat and Fat are a united front going into this battle.

Jill Matthews: We'll see how long that lasts once the bell rings.

Vince Walters: Hey who in the hell turned your mic's on?

Jim Floss: This is a Collision and Ignite match. We have just as much right to be here as you.

Clark Benson: Yes I do believe that the B team deserves their time to shine.

Jill Matthews: B team? If you 2 only KNEW about the pay rate X is paying us.

Vince Walters: Please. It couldn't be that much more than what...

Jim covers his mic and tells the Ignite announce team the amount.

Vince Walters: Are you fucking serious?

Clark Benson: Vince language now...but really...Is he fucking insane?

During the banter Inkt, Pugh, and even Jake Slade have made their way to the ring. With the Collision title on his shoulder Jake looks to be all business, but the outlook on him retaining the title is not so sunny.

Vince Walters: All money squabbles aside, i feel legit sorry for Jake Slade. I mean yes he was just handed the title, but to go into a match like this to make your first defense? It hardly seems fair.

Clark Benson: NO doubt about it, this is by far one of the toughest matches EVER to retain a belt.

Jim Floss: And here comes the Monster Hazard, someone who is surely looking to take advantage of the champions disadvantage.

Hazard makes it about a quarter of the way up the ramp, before Hunter Valentyne emerges from the back. With a hard shot to the unaware monster, Hunter expected to get an early advantage.

Jill Matthews: Hazard just shrugged that shot off, and choke slammed Hunter right onto the ramp! A complete back fire for the Myth Killer!

Hazard stalks to the ring leaving Hunter writing on the ramp, as the world champion of the NEW's music begins to play.

Vince Walters: Don't you think that video is a little out of date?

Clark Benson: Well Roger did go through some major changes after becoming world champ. Dying his hair blond, having a completely different more confident attitude....

Vince Walters: So what you're saying is, we have a really lazy production crew. Roger's been the champ for the better part of this year.

Clark Benson: Shhhh...I was trying not to go there. The change over of the NEW has been a pretty big deal, so I'm sure they were bogged down and will get back on updating the video's soon.

Vince Walters: I sure hope so. This is kind of embarrassing.

Roger pauses on the ramp over the fallen Hunter, and pretends to wipe his feet on him before proceeding to the ring. Once in the squared circle, Tom Jones quickly goes over the rules of the match.

Tom Jones: Ladies and Gentleman here is a recap of the Hard Time Matches Rules. The champions will be decided by whoever holds the belts for the most amount of time during this 60 minute match. Right now Roger Wright and Jake Slade are the champions until they are pinned or made to submit. Any time they accumulate until that moment will be banked. Whichever wrestler has the most time at the end of the 60 minutes will be the NEW World Heavyweight champion. Whoever has the second most amount of time, will be the Collision Champion.

Jill Matthews: This match is innovative beyond compare. I have been waiting for this for the better part of a month.

Vince Walters: Pfft...like you were even paying attention. You were probably swinging from a pole.

Jim Floss: Hey is that really necessary? We're all on the same team here!

Clark Benson: No. If we were on the same team we'd all be paid the same amount you over priced....

The continuance of the rules by Tom Davis breaks up the announcers squabble.

Tom Jones: In addition to the time banked by holding the title, the two men who are the Collision Champion and NEW Champion when time runs out will receive an additional 5 minutes worth of time to their bank.

Jim Floss: It will be paramount for the wrestlers to be the last men holding the title of champion. That 5 minute bonus could change the very completion of the match.

Clark Benson: That is something we can agree on. It could make a Collision championg the World champion, or even put someone who's out of the running completely on top of the pack.

The referee checks in with all 6 men, including Hunter who cleaned himself up off the ramp, and then motions to ringside for the opening bell.

Jill Matthews: We are officially underway, and the clock is ticking for the champions.

In a move that would surprise none, Inkt and Pugh immediately go to work on Jake Slade. Then, in a counter move that probably did leave a few people scratching their heads, Hunter and the man who just choke slammed him on the ramp Hazard begin taking it to Roger Wright.

Vince Walters: I don't envy the champions one bit right now. 2 enemies in Hazard and Hunter are attacking the world champ without mercy, While Tat and Fat are putting the boots to Jake Slade.

Hunter picks Roger up, talking trash to him the whole time as he irish whips him towards Hazard who meets the champ right in the face with a super kick.

Clark Benson: Now that Doherty's back do we have to start calling that a Drunken Irish Bastard Whip again?

Vince Walters: Might as well. It's good to have the leaping leprechaun loving Guinness drinking shit back here in the NEW.

On the other side of the ring Jake Slade is lifted up and slammed down to the mat with a hard double powerbomb. Then the first issues begin to show with the NEW most prominent tag team.

Vince Walters: Inkt goes for the pin on Slade, but is pulled off by Pugh.

Jim Floss: Now Pugh is going for the pin, and gets the same treatment!

Jill Matthews: Pugh and Inkt are in each others face now, having a heated discussion. I knew that the titles would cause a rift in even the most unified team.

After a couple of shoves and a lot of spit in each others face, Tat and Fat without warning drop to the mat. Inkt holds down the legs of Slade, while Pugh pins the upper body.

Vince Walters: 1....2...3! And we have our first title change!

Clark Benson: And it would appear that they're giving the win to Ryan Pugh! Let the new champs clock begin.

Tom Jones: The winner at the 5 minute 27 second mark is Ryan Pugh!

Jake Slade: 5:27 Roger Wright: 5:27 (and counting) Ryan Pugh: 0:00 (on the clock) Hunter V: 0:00 Inkt: 0:00 Hazard: 0:00

Jill Matthews: It looks as if Tat and Fat around going to play this thing the smart way. Fat has just dropped back into the corner, while Inkt watches his flank. Now that is the mark of a true friendship.

Vince Walters: Sometime I wonder about their "friendship".

Jim Floss: While Pugh and Inkt hold down the Collision title, Hunter and Hazard continue to soften up Roger Wright.

Jill Matthews: VALENTYME on Wright! I can't believe it! This could be it for our long running world champ!

Vince Walters: And another Valentyme on Hazard! Hunter is on a roll and looks like he is bound and determined to become the NEW World champion.

In the corner Inkt and Pugh appear to be discussing the actions by Hunter, and spring into action right as Valentyne prepares to turn his attention back to the downed Roger Wright.

Clark Benson: Dirty Needle by Inkt on Hunter!

Vince Walters: It looks as if Inkt is going to get his stake in the world title match now by Pinning Roger.

Jill Matthews: While Pugh is turning his attention to Hazard...by helping him up? What the hell is going on here?

Jim Floss: If I had to guess, it looks like we've got a new member of the Son's of Chaos!

Hazard shakes off the Valentyme, and turns back to the man who delivered it picking him up off the mat.

Vince Walters: First the Dirty Needle by Inkt, and now The 13th Floor by Hazard! Hunter has been taking a beating since before the bell even rang.

Clark Benson: He is by far the most hated man on both rosters, and that would appear to come with a price.

During all of the action in the ring, the forgotten Collision champ has made his way over to Roger Wright, and draped arm across his chest.

Jill Matthews: 1...2...3! Inkt couldn't break it up in time and Jake Slade just snuck in with a win over the Ignite World champion!

Tom Jones: The winner by Pin fall at the 11 minute 38 second mark is Jake Slade!

Roger Wright: 11:38 Ryan Pugh: 6:11 (and counting) Jake Slade: 5:27 (on the clock) Hunter V: 0:00 Inkt: 0:00 Hazard: 0:00

Clark Benson: With the Sons of Chaos inducting a new member in Hazard, the balance of power in this match has surely shifted.

Jim Floss: It is going to be hard to wrestler that title from Ryan Pugh, and it's going to be even harder to get the belt off Hazard or Inkt if they turn their attention to Slade.

Jill Matthews: Too late for that. Inkt has Slade up and in the corner, and is driving his shoulder into the Collision champions gut.

Slade drops into the corner, already feeling the effects of the short match after having the target on his back for nearly the whole time. Inkt backs away and looks poised to hit the dirty needle again, but Slade manages to drop to the mat and roll out of the ring causing the Painted Assassin to drill his own shoulder into the corner.

Clark Benson: Smart move by Slade, but there is no safe house in this match. Falls count anywhere, even on the arena floor.

Jim Floss: Actually I was kind of hoping this thing wouldn't spread all over the arena. It's hard enough to keep track of things in the ring.

Inkt and Hazard leave the ring, and begin to work over the already exhausted Slade. Hazard hits a Mongolian Chop across the chest of Slade, which Inkt follows up with a hard lariat that sends the champ end over end and onto his back.

Jill Matthews: This match has surely taken a different road than I expected with the SoC all on the same page. I would have figured the thirst for gold would tear any stable apart.

Vince Walters: True, but the Sons are stronger than ever with the apparent addition of the Monster Hazard.

Vince Walters: Inkt and Hazard both exit the ring after Slade which might be a calculated mistake.

Jill Matthews: There's no might about it! The Wright Stuff on Pugh! Roger goes for the pin, 1...2...3! The champ is here again!

Clark Benson: Don't let him hear you say the champ is here. It irritates Roger to no end after what Hunter and Triple X have been pulling this week.

Tom Jones: The winner by pinfall at the 17 minute even mark, Roger Wright!

Ryan Pugh: 12:13 Roger Wright: 11:38 (On the Clock) Jake Slade: 11:29 (On the clock) Inkt: 0:00 Hazard: 0:00 Hunter V: 0:00

Vince Walters: We've got Ryan Pugh on top, followed by Roger Wright and Jake Slade. Hunter, Inkt, and Hazard have yet to taste title gold in this match.

Jim Floss: It's only a matter of time though, especially with the 2 original champions holding the belts. Having the targets on the back int he beginning didn't go well.

Outside the ring Inkt and Hazard continue to work over Jake Slade, the Collision champ at the moment laying prone on the freshly set up table, while Hazard climbs back into the ring and to the top rope.

Jill Matthews: What in the blue hell is Hazard thinking here?

Vince Walters: We know you're new here Jill, but this is what the Monster does. Don't let his size fool you, he is as agile as a luchadore.

Clark Benson: Hazard off the top rope, and he lands the Crush Theory on Slade!

Jim Floss: And Inkt is going for the cover, 1...2...3! It's only been a couple minutes since Roger regained the title from Pugh and we have another championship change.

Tom Jones: The winner via Pinfall at the 21 minute 45 seconds mark is INKT!

Roger Wright: 16:23 (And Counting) Jake Slade: 16:14 Ryan Pugh: 12:13 Inkt: 0:00 (On the clock) Hazard: 0:00 Hunter V: 0:00

Vince Walters: Does anyone get the feeling that the Sons of Chaos are wanting to play the role of spoiler more than win the titles?

Clark Benson: I would have to agree. It would seem they're trying to cause their namesake rather than worry about personal gain. This has been CHAOS so far.

Jill Matthews: One thing has been consistent so far, you can't keep Roger Wright down. He's the champ again, and the minutes are building up.

In the ring almost on cue we see Roger standing strong. Pugh is still down feeling the effects of The Wright Stuff, and Hunter is on the mat right behind the champ. As Roger turns around he see's Hunter, and begins jawing in the biggest thorn in his sides face.

Jim Floss: I'm sure this feels good to Roger being able to berate Hunter. After turning on him during the tag title match, and then all of the subsequent activity leading in to iSUNDAY.

Roger leans forward and delivers an open palms slap to the downed Hunter's face, which could have been the champs first major mistake so far.

Vince Walters: School boy roll up by Hunter! He was playing possum!

Jill Matthews: Or that slap woke up a sleeping giant. 1....2....3! We've got another pin fall.

For the first time Collision ring announcer Brandy Boss gets to make the call.

Brandy Boss: And your winner via pinfall at the 25 minute 20 second mark, Hunter Valentyne!

Roger Wright: 20:58 Jake Slade: 16:14 Ryan Pugh: 12:13 Inkt: 4:35 (And Counting) Hunter V: 0:00 (On the clock) Hazard: 0:00

Clark Benson: It just goes to show that you can't count Hunter Valentyne out. He's been beat on more than anyone in this match, and now he's champion.

Jill Matthews: And he's making a smart move right now. With Inkt and Hazard turning their attention to the ring, Hunter rolled to the floor...and actually disappeared under the ring!

Vince Walters: Leave it to the Ultimate Icon to find a way to abuse the system. I don't know if anyone really picked up on where he went.

Clark Benson: If that is the case, he might be able to just ride out the rest of the time on the clock, and if he does, he'll have over 30 minutes plus the 5 minute bonus.

Hazard and Inkt enter the ring, and help the still groggy Pugh up to his feet.

Jim Floss: The Son's of Chaos appear to be having some sort of discussion.

Clark Benson: Never once did I think we'd be sitting here right now watching 3 of the men going for the world title having a conversation.

Jim Floss: And even worse, not only having a conversation, but playing rock paper scissors?

The 3 Sons indeed are playing a game of Rock Paper Scissors, which in the end Hazard takes the win. Immediately after, Inkt drops to the mat as if he's been shot.

Vince Walters: I think I just cracked the code on that little exchange. It's Hazards turn to be champ.

Jill Matthews: 1...2...3, and we have a fairly anti-climatic title change.

Brandy Boss: Your winner at the 30 minute 3 second mark, The Monster HAZARD!

Roger Wright: 20: 58 Jake Slade: 16:14 Ryan Pugh: 12:13 Inkt: 9:58 Hunter V: 5:03 (and counting) Hazard: 0:00 (on the clock)

Jim Floss: I am 100% sure that in the back, Triple X is seething.

Jill Matthews: Yes this amazing match was his brain child, and it would seem that the Sons of Chaos are taking the piss right out of it.

Clark Benson: That may be the case, but you can be sure of one thing. Someone in that stable is more likely than not going to leave here as the World or Collision champion. There's very little doubt on that.

While the SoC enjoy a hearty laugh at the expense of the NEW ownership and the fans, a storm is brewing around them. Jake Slade battered and bruised has crawled back into the ring, while at the same time Roger Wright has cleared the cob webs from his head.

Jim Floss: It looks as if the 2 champs who started this bout have seen enough.

Vince Walters: The sons may have the numbers advantage, but the champs are going to be fueled by a little something called revenge.

The clash explodes in the center of the ring, as both Slade and Roger begin trading shots with Hazard and Inkt. Pugh try's to interject himself, only to catch a elbow to the bridge of the nose by Roger Wright that sends him flailing backward, blood pouring from his nostrils.

Jim Floss: Pugh has been busted wide open by that elbow. I have no doubt he's got a broken nose.

Jill Matthews: And Slade just hit the corporate response on Inkt! He could have caved in the juiced giant's chest.

Vince Walters: Juiced Giant...I think I'm going to steal that. You 2 are kind of growing on me.

Jill Matthews: See, we're not so bad.

Vince Walters: Especially if we're talking looks when it comes to you Jill.

Jill Matthews: Vince are you hitting on me?

Vince Walters: maybe...

Clark Benson: AHEM! This isn't love connection damn it, this is the iSUNDAY main event! Between the 2 of you and the Son's of Chaos, XXX has probably destroyed his office by now.

Roger is going to work on Hazard, rocking the monster for the first real time in the match. Slade having taken out Inkt joins the fray.

Jim Floss: Hazard is getting stung by hard shots from both Slade and Wright.

Clark Benson: Slade goes low into the back of Hazards knee's, while Wright goes high and hits a clothesline that sends the former Xtreme champ tumbling end over end! What a move!

Jim Floss: That reminded me of the time John Elway dove into the end zone in the superbowl and did the helicopter. BOOM!

Vince Walters: I figured you were a football fan.

Jim Floss: Is it the eyebrows?

Vince Walters: Amongst other things.

With Hazard down, Slade glares at Roger, and then does a motion with his hand as if he was taking off a mask.

Jill Matthews: Is Slade eluding to what I think he is? Is he going to unmask the monster?

Vince Walters: That looks to be the plan. He's tugging at the straps...The mask is off! Hazard has been unmasked!

Hazard does everything possible to keep his face covered as he rolls onto his belly. The camera never really gets a good clear shot of the bare face, but Roger see's his opening as Hazard writhes.

Clark Benson: The one up! Roger just locked in the one up!

Jill Matthews: And before Roger could pull back on the face of Hazard, the monster tapped out!! He seemed more concerned about protecting his identity.

Roger lets go of the hold has Hazard quickly rolls to the outside, retrieving his mask that Slade had cast aside after it was ripped off.

Brandy Boss: Your winner at the 38 minute 40 second mark, ROGER WRIGHT!

Roger Wright: 20:58 (on the clock) Jake Slade: 17:25 Hunter V: 13:40 (and counting) Ryan Pugh: 12:13 Inkt: 9:58 Hazard: 8:37

Clark Benson: We've got just over 20 minutes left, and this match is still anyone's game.

Jill Matthews: And someone still needs to find Hunter Valentyne. He's been under the ring for 13 minutes now!

Vince Walters: It might not be the most honorable strategy, but it is surely effective.

Roger has little time to celebrate his win, as a slightly recovered Pugh, covered with his own blood now, nails him in the back with a double ax handle blow. Slade attempts to go for the quick cover on the dropped Wright, only to see the champ kick out at 2, and the receive a barrage of boots from Pugh for his trouble.

Jill Matthews: Hazard is back in the ring now, his mask replaced on his face.

Vince Walters: Inkt is also starting to stir after the Corporate response from Slade, and it looks as if we're about to be back to square one.

Slade is down on the mat with Pugh now in a mount position, doing his best MMA impression. Roger Wright the newly crowned champ is facing an onslaught from both Hazard and Inkt.

Jim Floss: Pugh has decimated Jake Slade again, and now the big man from the south is turning his attention to Roger Wright.

Clark Benson: Inkt and Hazard toss Roger forward, right into the waiting Pugh who sets him up for the Pugh Bomb!

Roger is picked up and hurled to the outside of the ring by the huge Pugh power bomb variation. The Sons stand united in the ring again, looking very proud of themselves right up until "Ladies and Gentleman" blares over the PA.

Jim Floss: Here comes the boss, and he doesn't look happy.

Triple X: I have seen a e-god damn-nough out of the 3 of you. You will NOT make a mockery out of this main event anymore, because you're all BANNED from the main event. You don't want the damn titles anyway.

In the ring the Sons of Chaos look more amused than upset, and leave the ring with little protest. On the way up the ramp Pugh slams his shoulder into the co-owner, leaving the boss with a final message.

Pugh: I'll see you in a week and a half "boss".

Vince Walters: I can't believe it. This match has just been cut down to 3 men, with just a little over 15 minutes left.

Clark Benson: Just look at the carnage left in the ring. Slade and Wright are both down, and Hunter....well...he's probably taking a nap under the ring.

Jill Matthews: It looks pretty clear at this point that Roger Wright is going to be the NEW World champion when this is all said and done, and Hunter will be moving to Collision as their top title holder.

Hunter, having must have heard the SoC being banned from ringside, makes his way out from under the ring...right to where Roger Wright lays still feeling the after effects of the Pugh Bomb.

Clark Benson: Hunter just rolled Roger into the ring, and is putting the boots to the champ.

Brandy Boss: There is 10 minutes remaining in the match.

Jim Floss: All Hunter has to do is hold on to the title, and Slade looks to be in no shape to pin anyone.

Vince Walters: Wait, Hunter just dropped down to cover Wright. The referee looks confused for a moment, but just counted the 1...2...3?

Brandy Boss: The winner via pin fall at the 50 minute 30 second mark, Hunter Valentyne.

Jill Matthews: So what in the world happens now? Does Hunter get double the time?

Jim Floss: Actually I'm hearing from the back that Hunter will be the only person gaining any time for the duration of him being the dual champ. Also, if he makes it to the end of the match with both titles, he will get a 10 minute bonus. This is huge for the Myth Killer.

Vince Walters: look at the cocky grin on the face of Hunter. He thinks he's the king of the world right now.

Jill Matthews: Well technically he is. he's the NEW world and Collision champions, as well as the Xtreme and tag title holder. Pretty damn impressive if you ask me.

Clark Benson: Good thing no one asked you then.

Hunter having been mildly caught up in the moment, didn't even realize that Jake Slade had made his way to his feet.

Vince Walters: Heart punch! Hunter just got dropped!

Jill Matthews: 1...2...3! Jake is back on the clock!

Tom Davis: You're winner via pinfall at the 55 minute 2 second mark Jake Slade!

Jim Floss: Huge move by Slade, but I think it's going to be too little, too late. Hunter is still collecting time, and Slade is nearly 15 minutes behind.

Jill Matthews: If Hunter was smart, he'd head back under the ring.

Tom Davis: 5 minutes remaining!

Hunter begins to roll after his being pinned by Slade, landing outside the ring once again. As he tries to crawl back under the ring to kill the rest of the time, he's caught by the boot.

Jim Floss: Hunter tried to take the low road to the win again, but Roger wright caught him. There's the Right Stuff once again on Hunter!

Vince Walters: Wright just rolled Hunter back in the ring and told Jake Slade to pin him. what the hell is going on here?

Jill Matthews: I don't know, but Slade drops for the cover, 1....2...3!

Brandy Boss: Your winner via pinfall at the 55 minute 47 second mark, Jake Slade!

Clark Benson: I see what's going on here. Hunter is down and out, Slade has both titles in hand right now, and HE will get the 10 minute bump in about 4 minutes. it's going to be close, but I think Slade is going to bump Hunter out of the picture completely!

The time continues to tick away, a very slow end to a long and hard fought match. The bell finally rings as Davis makes the final announcement.

Tom Davis: Ladies and Gentleman your final standings are as follows. In first place with 33 minutes and 48 seconds, Roger WRIGHT! In second place after the bonus time has been added for being the final holder of both titles, with 32 minutes and 26 seconds, Jake Slade. And in 3rd place with 32 minutes and 24 seconds, Hunter Valentyne!

Jim Floss: I can't believe it. Thanks to Roger Wright, Hunter was edged out of the Collision title by a mere 2 seconds!

Jill Matthews: Amazingly both titles stay right around the waist of the men who walked in with this. What a match!

Roger and Slade both celebrate at opposite sides of the ring as red and blue spot lights flash around the arena. The effect of the match surely set in on them, but not as much as on Hunter who lays outside with his hands on his head still wondering just how the hell this happened.

Clark Benson: For Vince Walters, Jim Floss, and Jill Matthews this is Clark Benson saying we hope you enjoyed iSUNDAY! We'll see you Saturday night for the very first edition of Collision! Good Night folks!

**WINNER VIA MOST TIME SPENT WITH BELT: ROGER WRIGHT.**

**2ND PLACE COLLISION CHAMPION: JAKE SLADE**