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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:26:11 GMT -5
Suddenly the Berlin crowd comes to life as Adrenalin by 12 Stones plays over the PA. As the camera zooms around the crowd, we see a selection of signs both in German and English, ranging from “cRu Who?”, “Sparx is my Guilty Pleasure”, and “I have Tao’s Wang!”. Slowly the camera pans round to our two commentators, Jill Mathews and Vince Walters.Jill Mathews: Hello and welcome to Monday Night Ignite, coming at you in front of a sellout crowd from the O2 Arena of Berlin, Germany! Vince Walters: And what a night we have for you here, my name is Vince Walters, and the lustful goddess sitting next to me is Jill Mathews. Jill Mathews: Don’t push your luck Vince. Well as we all know Cera won the Roster battle royal two weeks ago to cash in on $5 million, and perhaps more importantly, control right here tonight of the whole show! Vince Walters: And what a show she’s booked right here for us. Tonight we have two members of The Court in Frank Finelli and Reya Serra going against each other in a First Blood Match! Jill Mathews: We have cRu member Double A Aaron Abraham taking on the King of Pain in an opposing finishers match. Vince Walters: And in our main event, we get to see The Insane Icon in action as he completely decimates…who’s he facing again. Jill Mathews: Our TA Champion, and one half of the tag team champions , Shane Sparx. And I don’t think it’s going to be that easy for Ryan… Vince Walters: In an electric cage? Naa, Ryan’s got this… Jill Mathews: Either way, we’ve got this and much more for you tonight. Suddenly the crowd unleashes a hail of boos at Specter as slowly he makes his way out from the back, wearing simple street clothes as he makes his way down to the ring.Jill Mathews: Our former Undisputed Champion now coming down to the ring, right after that shock loss to Judas Dathan last week, as we crowned a new World Champion. Vince Walters: And in my opinion, we just went from bad to worse! Firstly Specter wins it, which is bad enough as it is, before he loses it to DATHAN! The only way this situation could improve is if Abraham gets the title back for Pugh. Jill Mathews: But the question is now, will Aaron be facing Judas on his own, or will Specter claim his rematch for Kamikaze? Adrien quickly takes a mic from a stage hand before climbing into ring. The fans don’t let up in their displeasure as Adrien raises the mic to his lips.Adrien Specter: Guten abend… The crowd continues with their boos as Adrien tries to quieten them down.Adrien Specter: Bitte, bitte. Wenn ich kann nur sprechen für einen augenblick. Vince Walters: What the fuck is he going on about? Jill Mathews: He’s speaking German you moron… The German audience slowly quiets down as Specter slowly smiles.Adrien Specter: Danke schön. Jill Mathews: Well it would appear that he’s gotten the crowd to calm down. Vince Walters: I honestly have no idea what he’s talking about. Adrien Specter: If you will all excuse me, I’ve got to talk to the audience at home. Now I’ve come out here for a few reasons. But first and foremost, I’ve got something to say about myself. Firstly I’ve done a lot of thinking recently, ever since I lost my world title, but I’ll get to that later. When I came back to you all at Cold Front, I was angry. I had been taken, used up, and cast aside all because I had to ask for some time off. Over that month I was away, all I did was look in the mirror, slowly becoming more pissed off at what I had become. I can now honestly say I own a body that I no longer recognize. When I first came here to NEW, I remembered what I looked like, and now after I look in the mirror every week I can see more scars building up. A new mark for each battle I’ve had to face, and endure…And I got pissed off. Adrien lowers the mic, rubbing his head as he clearly struggles to come up with the words he’s saying, before he raises the mic once again.Adrien Specter: And when I finally decided to return, I did so after becoming one of the men I hated. I became resentful of the people who I trusted, and I pushed them away…I pushed the fans away, when they stayed behind me for so long…and for that I want to say I am sorry to each and every one of you. I can’t ask you to forgive me right out, but I will work my way back to the man I once was…and that will start tonight when I go against Chad Hollister. The Crowd cheers as Hollister is mentioned, while Adrien nods in agreement.Adrien Specter: That’s right, he’s a good fighter, and he should be a challenge here tonight…but I’ll tell you someone else that was a challenge, and I’d like to call him to the ring right now. Ladies and Gentlemen, would you please welcome to the ring, your new Undisputed Champion, Judas Dathan. As “Amazing” by Kanye West plays over the PA, as the crowd lets out an uproar of cheers as Judas comes out from the back, NEW Undisputed Championship over his shoulder as he makes his way to the ring. Slowly he climbs into the ring, wary of Adrien, before standing before him.Jill Mathews: Judas Dathan shocked the world last week with his win over Specter to claim his first ever world title. Vince Walters: And given Adrien’s sudden change of heart, I would be just as suspicious as Dathan is right now. Adrien Specter: Now…that is a very pretty belt. I should know because I use to own it, until you took it from me last week. Vince Walters: I knew this was too good to be sickening… Jill Mathews: Hey! Will you let the guy finish? Adrien Specter: And I just wanted to say…good job. Suddenly Adrien reaches his hand forward, extending it to shake as Judas looks down at the hand. Dathan’s eyes look Specter up and down, before finally he reaches his hand forward, the pair shaking hands as the crowd cheers the pair of them, before suddenly Adrien grabs Judas’s hand before raising it in the air to the crowd. The crowd continue to cheer as Specter drops down his hand, before bringing the mic up to his lips.Adrien Specter: You hear that Dathan? That’s all for you. Because you showed the world last week that you deserve that title, and you’re not going to listen to anyone who tells you otherwise. I took you to your very limit, and you still surpassed me that night…But I’ve still got a rematch clause. Suddenly the smile on Dathan’s face fades as it turns into a look of focus, as Specter continues.Adrien Specter: Everyone’s been asking me when I’m going to claim my rematch all week long, wondering when I’ll finally take the world title back…and that day will come. But as you proved to me last week I’m not ready to face you. I’m not ready to face you again, and unlike you, I’m not ready to carry this company on my sholders…But I will be one day. So just because I won’t be claiming my rematch at Kamikaze doesn’t mean I won’t forget the fact I have one. One day I’ll be ready to face you, and on that day I’m going to take you to your limit. You and anyone else who stands in my way. Dathan looks on, shaking his head as Adrien before continuesAdrien Specter: But that’s for another time…because now it’s your time, and other then to say congratulations one more time, I believe that it’s time for the new Undisputed Champion to address the fans. Slowly handing the mic to Judas, Specter makes his way out the ring, clapping for Judas as he goes.Jill Mathews: Some words of warning for Dathan as Adrien warns him that he’ll be coming from him, but other than that, nothing but praise from our former champion. Vince Walters: And now we’ve got to listen to Judas talk…just…dandy… As Adrien walks off, Dathan stays in the ring, world title now on his shoulder as he stares into the sea of fans. A tear rolls down his face as he looks back once again at the world title and then at all of them. He begins realizing that he truly is world champion. He glances at the announce table, Jill and Vince remain silent until he flips Vince the bird. Vince Walters: "Well, that was very professional from our champion..." Jill Mathews: "Oh shut up, you're not one to talk about being professional. You ask to see my chest every week, you continuously give Judas crap for absolutely no reason. Maybe you should look in the mirror, Vince." Vince Walters: "Jeez, is it someone's time of the month?" Judas begins pacing back and forth before exiting the ring to grab a steel chair and a microphone. He gets back in and sits on the chair, the world title belt resting at his feet. He begins smiling as he brings the microphone up to his face, but the fans begin cheering, so he waits a moment. When they quiet down, he begins speaking.Judas Dathan: "If you asked me three months back where I'd be in the future, I wouldn't have even contemplated being New Edge Wrestling World Champion. Nor would I have expected to be main eventing Kamikaze, which is where I made my second coming NEW PPV debut. So, how do I recap a year of my life? Well, I can start with Kristian Krisis, fooled you I guess!" Judas looks at some of the fans who find the humor in his comment before continuing on with what he's saying...Judas Dathan: "What I'm trying to say is, this is so surprising. But I'm proud of what I did, as you people may be. You've seen me grow, I've been in such places like NWA and TEW, and I was never able to win the big one there. But here...here is where I've made my strides. Here...is where I near killed myself time and time again, I've been humiliated, and I've humiliated others. But here...New Edge Wrestling, is my home. It's where I belong. But you know what? I have something on my chest..." Fans: "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!" Vince Walters: "Oh God...not this." Judas Dathan: "Aaron Abraham...you no good, lying piece of shit! You and I are similar, but for people to even inquire we're on the same level is just amazing. You aren't near the athlete or wrestler of myself, and when I face you at Kamikaze, I intend on ending your career! A career that's been dying for so long now, and a career that needs to be ended. See, your career is like an infection, it's leaching off of NEW, and as World Champion, I cannot allow that. And you know what I say when people say we're alike?" Jill Mathews: "This is going to be brutal..." Judas Dathan: "Hahahaha! You're a fucking idiot! Because that's what people who compare us are. Utter, and incompetent morons! Every person that isn't blind, like all of these people, who can see past the cock in front of their mouth, can't see a similarity between us. You wanna know why? I'm a champion. And you're not." "Amazing" begins blaring throughout the building as Dathan leaves the ring, world title at hand. He looks out to the fans and begins slapping his chest before pretending to cock a shotgun and shooting it. Jill Mathews: "Well, that's a declaration for war if I've ever saw one.” Vince Walters: Can we please go to a commercial? Jill Mathews: Yeah, I think we can.
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:37:28 GMT -5
We come back from commercial break to witness rainbow strobe lights flashing around the arena, “Party Rock Anthem” blasting from the speakers all the while. The crowd are frenetic as the lights dim, one sole light moving back to the stage before we visualize a small, young brunette holding a can. Walking alongside her is a furry fluffabo wearing a top hat and a monocle, and on her shoulders is a red lizard, glaring around at the crowd in disapproval.
Jen Ryette starts moving forward, albeit with a noticeable limp, using the stability of a loud, colourful cane to support her. As she reaches the ring, a set of pyrotechnics shoot up from behind her at the end of the ramp, some fans looking startled by the explosion as they duck and cower, but Jen isn’t fazed at all. She carefully slides into the ring and then pounces forward with a beaming smile, waving cheerily at the crowd as the lights return to normal, putting down the lizard as the small reptile and the decorated fluffabo take their positions in the corner, away from potential harm.
Tom Davis: The following contest is a Weapons Match! Currently in the ring, from Pascoag, Rhode Island, weighing in tonight at 126lbs, JEN RYETTE!
Vince Walters: Is this really happening? Seriously? And what the hell is that thing doing in a top hat and monocle? We don’t run a circus around here!
Jill Matthews: It’s weird, but hey, it’s better than being predictable and boring. Just saying...
Vince Walters: Well your breasts never get boring, no matter how many times I look at them.
Suddenly “The Baddest Bitch” Cera walks out through the crowd, the fans avoiding any contact with her as she has her arms crossed at her chest. She rolls her eyes at the crowd before she hops over the guardrail, walking towards the announce desk and seating herself down between Matthews and Walters. She places a headset on and relaxes back in the chair with her feet propped up on the desk, Vince not taking his eyes off her chest as he gawks in amazement.
Vince Walters: Well, nice to have you here ... Cera...
Cera: Don’t even start, Vince.
As Jen parades around the ring, giving Cera a thumbs up, the sounds of “Amazing” by Kanye West blast from the speakers, the crowd coming unglued.
Jill Matthews: Here comes the champion!
Cera: If you can even call him that...
Judas Dathan walks out onto the stage, holding the Undisputed Championship aloft as he nods along to his song, finally staring afar at Jen as the two lock eyes. Jen starts to blush as Dathan strolls down the ramp, looking around at the crowd as they chant his name.
Tom Davis: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in tonight at 210lbs, he is the NEW Undisputed Champion, JUDAS DATHAN!
Jill Matthews: Judas Dathan certainly shocked the world last week when he defeated Specter for the...
Vince Walters: Yeah, yeah, we all know this story! Let’s just move on please...
Jill Matthews: But I’m summarizing the events of last week for our new viewers!
Vince Walters: Like they even care about history! They just want to see bloodshed!
Cera: And this match might provide that visual comfort, Vince, if Jen concentrates and doesn’t get soft...
Dathan climbs into the ring and poses with the championship for a moment, handing it over to Davis before he leaves the ring. Judas looks across at Jen as she smiles cheekily and waves at him, all before getting into a karate stance. Judas nods and then squats down in a typical wrestling stance of his own, the bell resounding as the crowd start to cheer.
Jill Matthews: Well here we go, the new Undisputed Champion going against the manager of the Baddest Bitch.
Cera: Thanks for the compliment...
Jen hesitates momentarily as she strolls over to Dathan, only to plant a kiss on his cheek and cop a feel of his ass! Dathan flinches yet looks happy by this, smiling casually before he gets some distance from Jen, possibly from his thoughts that this could be a ruse.
Cera: Oh what the fuck is she doing? Jen, just attack him!
Dathan then goes for a normal collar-and-elbow tie –up, but Jen instead bashes Judas in the nose with her forearm, Judas stumbling back in surprise. Jen then frowns and then walks over before stroking his cheek with her hand, telling him she didn’t mean it.
Vince Walters: I thought this was supposed to be a Weapons Match? It’s starting to look like a rendition of the Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez relationship!
Jill Matthews: I have to admit this is getting rather awkward...
Cera: Just attack him, you imbecile!
Suddenly Jen aims a high kick at Dathan’s head but luckily he ducks under, grabbing Jen and flipping her over with a fireman’s carry. Dathan is a bit reluctant as he picks her back off the ground, going for a snap suplex until Jen knees him in the stomach and then connects with a spinning wheel kick!
Vince Walters: Jen is beating the crap out of our World Champion! This is disgraceful!
Jen looks over at Cera a second, unsure what to do, shrugging as she then looks at Judas and goes over to help him up.
Cera: She’ll unleash a flying kick or something now. I know Jen. She can be very deceiving ... and rather annoying...
Just as Cera theorized, Jen leaps on the ropes and then hits her foot across Judas’ face with a flying kick, knocking him to his knees again as the crowd applaud her athletic move.
Vince Walters: How did you know that was going to happen?
Cera: Woman’s intuition, Vince...
Cera chuckles as Jen wails and then kisses Dathan better on the lips, but Judas is wise enough to know that something is coming, wrestling her away from him with an arm drag and following it up with a belly-to-belly suplex! Dathan then covers Jen...
ONE!
TWO!
Jen kicks out!
Cera: This is ridiculous! Use the cane or something!
Jill Matthews: She might have to if Dathan tries to beat her with wrestling holds. I think he just doesn’t want to hurt her badly.
Dathan carefully gets Jen back to her feet and then hits her with a body slam, going for another cover until Jen gets the shoulder up again. Judas shakes his head as the crowd chant his name, standing up and studying Jen as she slowly gets back to her feet. But before he can do anything, Jen suddenly jumps up and stomps on his foot, only to hobble around on her bad leg afterwards.
Cera: That was a stupid thing to do...
Jen notices the colourful cane and then picks it up, aiming it at Judas and striking him in the head with it! Dathan falls down and Jen looks sad, but she covers him anyway as the referee counts...
ONE!
TWO!
Dathan powers out of it! Jen tumbles to the ropes and then picks up the cane again, wanting to inflict more punishment, but instead Dathan blocks it on the second go around and pulls her onto his shoulders, delivering a strong Death Valley Driver! Now Dathan goes for the cover again...
ONE!
TWO!
Jen kicks out again!
Vince Walters: Damn she’s resilient ... wouldn’t you think so, Cera?
Cera: Vince, the next time you stare at my breasts, I’m going to rip your eyes out of their sockets and stick them up your ass.
Jill Matthews: He’d probably like that actually...
Vince Walters: Oh shut up! You love things going up your ass too!
Jill Matthews: So you do admit it then?
Vince Walters: ... Fuck you, bitch!
Dathan brings Jen back up and whips her to the ropes, going for a spinning powerslam until Jen counters into a beautiful hurricanrana! Jen looks to be building momentum as she then collects her fluffabo, holding it like a football before launching it at Judas. Dathan catches the strange animal though and puts him down just as Jen leaps at him for a dropkick, Dathan getting hit in the face but still standing. Jen hobbles back up and then turns around for a strong punch, however Judas sees it coming and spins her around more, grasping her from behind before nailing a German Suplex!
Jill Matthews: He has not punched her once in this match! This is something to admire actually...
Cera: Jen can do this! She just needs to use the speed! Get that, speed!
Judas, looking a little worn out already, helps Jen up until she starts kicking away at his legs, looking for something remarkable as she ascends the top rope and jumps off! Unfortunately her rotation is off and she is caught across the shoulder by Judas, who is about to deliver a powerslam! Jen, knowing what awaits her, scrambles free and lands on her feet, sweeping her leg up towards his face for a Roundhouse Kick! But Dathan sees it at the last second and rolls to the side, grabbing her around the legs at the same time and pulling her into a tight roll-up!
Cera: Wait, what is this?!
The referee starts counting...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Judas Dathan beats Jen Ryette in a bizarre turn of events!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner, JUDAS DATHAN!
Judas and Jen look at each other in the ring after the decision is made, all before hugging as Cera throws down her headset in frustration. Cera shoves past Vince and storms off around the ring, Jen proudly standing by her man as he gets his title back and hoists it aloft, showing that he is the Undisputed Champion once more.
Jill Matthews: I’m ... not quite sure what to say about that match...
Vince Walters: Don’t say anything about it. Just forget it ever happened. Now let’s move on to some proper wrestling!
Jill Matthews: Erm, yeah ... let’s do that...
As Jen and Judas make their way up the ramp, Judas' music cuts off and Welcome to the Jungle by Gunz and Roses replaces it. The show leads into commercial break as Judas looks around confused as to what is going on.
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:38:31 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following is a Tables Match! Introducing first hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at three hundred eighty-five pounds...KRAYZEE KENATH ISRAEL!
The sounds of a woman moaning roars throughout the arena as the lights dim down a bit as the stage is set a blaze by the two pyrotechnic blasts on the sides of the ramp flare up, going at intervals. Redman's Whateva Man blasts out from the audio system.
[E Dub] Microphone check one two Aiyyo, you ready to get down man? [Red] Yo, whateva man [E Dub] You ready to get drunk as fuck? [Red] Whateva man [E Dub] You, you sayin somethin? [Red] Whateva man [E Dub] Aiyyo [Red] Whateva man [E Dub] Check it, Kool V
Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you I keep your daughter way out past her curfew Hard far from commercial
KeNath Israel slowly walks through the curtain, looking at the audience. He scowls and reached into his trunks pulling out a blunt and lighter.
(So what cha mean nigga) We don't give a fuck when we smoked out In the land that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks
KeNath Israel puts the blunt in his lips and flicks the lighter to no avail. Walking to one side of the stage, he holds his head over as a blast of fire emerges mere inches from his face, lighting up the "funny" cigarette.
Aiyyo, can I be SWV? You the One nigga Rap Shogun, yes E the one Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger Yo give me dap nigga What I clap lyrically tap call back Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse
KeNath takes a puff and blows out a large cloud of smoke before heading down to the entrance ramp. A few fans put their hands out as KeNath Israel tosses the ashes into one lucky attendant's hand.
Approaching the ring, Krayzee walks to the side of the ring before walking up the steps and taking another puff as he holds it in while walking towards the center of the apron. A spotlight shines down on the Big Krayzee as he slowly makes his way to the center.
Stalling for a minute, Krayzee raises his head up and forcefully blows a geyser of pot smoke into the air and smirks, getting into the ring.
Jill Matthews: It looks like things are about to get a little Krayzee!
Vince Walters: I'm just surprised that he showed up in the first place. It is getting kind of hot in here though...maybe you should take off all your clothes Jill.
Jill Matthews: Not if you were the last man on earth.
Pink Pyro and Fireworks fly into the air. A blue playboy logo blinkers on and o as we see Matt wearing shades and he takes them off and gives them to a young female in the audience. He walks down the ring and Blows kisses to the fans and goes through the rope to prepare one last time before his match.
Tom Davis: And his opponent from Columbus, Ohio weighing in at two hundred ten pounds...MATT...MCMATTIO!
Vince Walters: Yay it's McNacho...erm, McMattio! The Playboy is in the house! Speaking of Playboy, have you ever thought of posing Jill?
Jill Matthews: Not gonna happen...not in a million years.
Vince Walters: Aw...
The bell rings as Kenath and McMattio stare each other down intently. After a few moments of sizing each other up, they both run towards each other as they each attempt a clothesline, knocking both of them down.
Jill Matthews: Looks like they had the same idea there.
Vince Walters: Come on McMattio! You can do it!
Kenath gets to his feet first and lifts McMattio up. He then attempts to go for a suplex, which McMattio furiously blocks. McMattio then tries for a suplex of his own, but Kenath easily pushes McMattio back.
Jill Matthews: Israel using his considerable size advantage there...
Vince Walters: This isn't rock, paper, scissors! Put Israel through a table already!
McMattio runs towards Israel, knocking him back with a dropkick. Matt then quickly gets back to his feet and continues to hit Ken with a series of powerful punches until Kenath manages to block one of them and nails McMattio with a powerful punch of his own. Staggering back, McMattio turns and bounces off the ropes, rushing at Israel and hitting him with a spear that surprisingly takes Ken down. McMattio then hooks the leg, attempting a pinfall. The referee shakes his head in disgust.
Jill Matthews: What is McMattio doing?
Vince Walters: What the hell is he thinking? This is a TABLES match! There's no pinfalls!
Jill Matthews: Stranger things have happened than a pinfall in a tables match. McMattio did beat Vanessa last week, after all.
Vince Walters: I know...wasn't that awesome? Then again I always like seeing a woman on her back...
Jill Matthews: You are truly disgusting.
Vince Walters: Why thank you Jill.
Jill Matthews: That wasn't a compliment.
McMattio gets up and starts arguing with the referee as he attempts to explain that this is no ordinary match. Israel meanwhile has rolled out of the ring and pulled out a table from underneath the ring along with a few other items, sliding them into the ring before he steps back in himself. McMattio, still looking slightly confused as the referee continues his explanation of the match, continues to pay no attention to Israel as he sets up the table, pours thumbtacks all over it, and wraps some barbed wire around it. He then grabs a nearby gas can and pours gasoline all over the table, while McMattio finally manages to figure out from the referee that a pinfall will not give him a victory.
Jill Matthews: Looks like Israel doesn’t want to just put McMattio through a table…he wants to make him suffer.
Vince Walters: Pay attention McMattio! Ugh, this is worse than when the Nazis…
Jill Matthews: Nothing is worse than the Nazis. Nothing.
Israel taps McMattio on the shoulder and McMattio turns around to receive a hard shot to the face. Israel then grabs McMattio's head and slams it hard into the table multiple times. The barbed wire and thumbtacks leave several cuts all over his face and forehead as McMattio screams in pain from the gas on his face seeping into his wounds..
Jill Matthews: I told you it was going to get Krayzee up in here...McMattio's been busted open by that barbed wire and has thumbtacks still all over his face!
Vince Walters: Come on McMattio! You can do it! I have faith that you can beat this hippie pothead!
McMattio starts battling back with a kick to Israel's gut as he tries to take the thumbtacks off his forehead and face. However, his advantage is short lived as Israel quickly power slams McMattio. He then picks McMattio up and lifts him over his shoulders.
Jill Matthews: K-5! K-5!
Vince Walters: Noooo!
Israel hits his finishing move and McMattio crashes to the mat. Kenath takes a moment to get back up and grabs McMattio again, putting him on the table, still wrapped in the barbed wire, riddled with tacks, and soaked in gasoline.
Jill Matthews: It’s almost over here…all Kenath has to do is put McMattio through the table.
Vince Walters: He’s gotta have the munchies by now. Quick somebody hand Israel a bag of chips so he’s distracted and McMattio can put him through a table!
Kenath goes to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the top. As the crowd starts cheering him on he rips his shirt off, throwing it to them before he pulls something out of his pocket.
Jill Matthews: What is Kenath doing?
Vince Walters: See? The guy can’t even go through an entire match without having to toke up.
Sure enough, Israel lights up a joint while standing on the top turnbuckle and takes a hit from it. Smiling brightly, he then takes the joint and throws it onto the table, quickly igniting it.
Vince Walters: Holy shit! Germany hasn’t seen this kind of fire since…
Jill Matthews: Do not finish that sentence.
Vince Walters: Will you show me your boobs if I don’t?
Just then, Israel jumps off of the turnbuckle and hits McMattio with a devastating frog splash as the flaming table breaks under the weight, leaving nothing but carnage in the center of the ring as the bell tolls.
Tom Davis: Here is your winner…KRAYZEE KENATH ISRAEL!
Jill Matthews: Kenath put his body in the line by putting McMattio through that flaming table. Both of these men put on a good effort in this match, but Kenath pulled out the win.
Vince Walters: Oh my God…Kenny might have just killed McMattio! That hippie tree loving bastard!
EMTs and firemen quickly enter the ring as they try to put out the flames and tend to both men as the camera fades to a commercial…
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:40:00 GMT -5
[The camera shifts backstage to the locker room of The Court's Herald of Holiness where Reya Serra and her friend Paxar Vega are standing around preparing for Reya's upcoming match.]
Paxar: So how are you feeling about this match with Frank tonight, Reya?
[Reya sighs heavily, looking down at the necklace and pendant around her neck.]
Reya: It pains me having to face him. He is my friend. I do not want to hurt him tonight...but if that is God's will, then it will be done. And afterwards, we will still continue to be friends and allies in The Court.
[Just then there is a knock at the door of the locker room and in strolls none other than The Queen herself, Vanessa, sipping a coffee and smiling brightly.]
Vanessa: Hiya Reya. You remember what we talked about before... about this match...
[Reya nods to Vanessa as she smiles, happy to see her dear friend.]
Reya: Hello my Queen...Vanessa. I do remember what we discussed. Not to worry. This is just a match between Frank and I and no matter the outcome we will still have trust and faith in one another.
Vanessa: Ah okay... I'm glad. Now Reya... I have a dilemma.
[Pausing momentarily, V gulped down the rest of her coffee and plopped down on a nearby bench, staring down in slight frustration. Finally, she looked back up at the Herald.]
Vanessa: And I trust in you enough to confide in you... at least, before I go to everyone else.
[Reya walks over and sits down beside her on the bench with a very worried look on her face.]
Reya: You know you can tell me anything, my friend. What is your dilemma?
Vanessa: ...our King is 'back', in a way. There were specific problems that caused him to be how he was... and he requested that I save him. The problem is... we also have brought back the other man who 'betrayed' us... Judas Dathan. I'm not... sure what to do here.
Paxar: I vote to let them fight to the death...
[Reya and Vanessa each give Paxar an irritated glare before looking back at each other.]
Reya: I see...Well we have forgiven Judas for his betrayal and he has pledged his allegiance to The Court. He knows what will happen to him should he betray us again. As for Adrien...he is and always shall be our beloved King. I know you love him and if you feel that he can be saved, you have my full support.
Vanessa: ...well alright. Although... I may need help... with saving him, Reya.
[She stares down, hand tightening on her coffee mug. She shakes her head and looks back at Reya with a slight frown. Reya places her hand reassuringly on Vanessa's shoulder, smiling just a little.]
Reya: If it is my help that you require, then it will be my help that you will have. All you have to do is ask. I just pray that he can be saved...
Vanessa: I think he can be... anyone can be. And I intend to help anyone who needs to be... anyone.
[Smiles at Reya, then moves to her feet and gives her Herald a friendly hug. She pulls away and keeps her hands on Reya's shoulders, keeping her eyes locked onto Serra's. A bewildered look crosses her face for a millisecond, before she shakes her head and stares away.]
Vanessa: Weird... ah, anyway... keep on keeping on Reya, and be careful. Mr Finelli is no joke... and this is a brutal match. I'll keep you both in my thoughts throughout.
[She starts to leave, then pauses and glances back at Reya, her eyes dropping to the pendant her Herald wore as her eyebrows furrow in thought.]
Vanessa: By the way... where did you get that?
[Reya looks down at the pendant for a moment before peering back up at Vanessa.]
Reya: It was a gift...from Jen...
Vanessa: ...I see. Heh, alright then. See you soon, Reya...
Reya: Vaya con Dios, my Queen.
[The Queen turns back and swiftly makes her way out of the room, pulling out her cell as she exits the room and leaves Reya and Paxar staring after her.]
Paxar: Do you really think he can be saved, Reya?
Reya: I do not think he can be saved...
[There is a long pause between the two of them as Paxar looks at Reya in bewilderment.]
Reya: ...I know he can.
[Reya smiles brightly as the two of them start to leave the room.]
Reya: Long live The King.
[Reya and Paxar leave the room as the camera shifts back to the action in the ring.]
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:41:05 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following match is a Kendo Stick match scheduled for one fall, the only weapon allowed being a kendo stick! First to the ring... weighing in at 147lbs... he is Professor Dwight 'The Light' Fantastic!
[As music blasts from the speakers, Professor Fantastic's aides de camp, Yes Man and General Gentleman stride out onto the stage armed with the Professor's patented 'Propaganda Cannons' (aka T-shirt guns painted golden). Soon with a flash of gold pyro accompanied with a clock chime, the good Professor strides out from the back to a mix of boos and cheers (depending on who in the crowd takes him seriously), as he marches to the ring with his cronies in tow, he gestures flamboyantly to the ring, setting off another explosion of pyro from the ring corners. With a hearty laugh, the Professor enters the ring, hands Yes Man his hat and adopts a fisticuffs pose.]
Vince Walters: This is going to be another stupid match via the Professor.
Jill Matthews: I love these matches! They're so fun!
Vince Walters: It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt... which is bound to happen with those weird little buffalo things.
Jill Matthews: Oh dear god, don't remind me about the army of fluffabos we had last week...
Vince Walters: Our crew had a fun time cleaning up all that animal shit that was left behind.
Jill Matthews: Well, they may be cute and cuddly, but they're bodily functions still work...
Vince Walters: Too... much... fluffabo crap...
Jill Matthews: Moving on from talking about what comes out of an animal's ass... the next competitor is about to be announced.
Tom Davis: And Fantastic's opponent... weighing in at 237lbs and hailing from Austin, Texas... he is Christian Rivers!!
[Rivers walks down to the ring in his sleeveless white undershirt with his gun holster at his side, his .45 snapped securely in. He walks up the ring steps, and enters steps through the middle rope and onto the mat, then stretches and prepares himself for a war. The commentators look at each other, roll their eyes, and look back at the competitors as the bell rings, signalling the start of the match.]
Vince Walters: And they lock up right away. Fantastic gets a knee up, and as Rivers doubles over, the Professor manages a swinging neckbreaker!
Jill Matthews: The Prof's got control right away! And Rivers is on the ground while Yes Man is handing Fantastic a kendo stick!
Vince Walters: Well they got to the stipulation of the match almost instantly! Fantastic... is he twirling the kendo stick?
Jill Matthews: He doesn't look the least bit worried! I wonder why...?
Vince Walters: Because he's a fucking idiot?
Jill Matthews: Or he has a plan... AHA! Look! The... the kendo stick is opening up?
Vince Walters: What the fuck?! The end of the kendo stick is now open and he points it at the now standing Rivers... and a black mist pours onto his face! Rivers has been temporarily blinded!!
[Rivers frantically rubs at his now blackened face, trying to rub the substance away from his eyes. Fantastic takes the moment to then swing the kendo stick violently at his foe, hitting him hard across the chest. The sound echoes throughout the arena as the weapon cracks and Rivers is sent stumbling back, sprawled across the ropes in pain. The Professor tosses the kendo stick outside the ring, and then runs forward and sends a series of chops at his opponent, who attempts to block the attack with not much success. Fantastic then grabs Rivers and throws him across the ring, to the ropes, which Christian bounces off of and runs back at the Professor. 'The Light' goes to hit a swift clothesline, but Rivers manages to dodge and when Fantastic turns around, Christian hits a bulldog!]
Vince Walters: No way! Rivers actually got a hit in?!
Jill Matthews: And he's lifting Fantastic up and.... did he just bitch slap the Professor?
Vince Walters: I do believe he did... and Fantastic's just smiling about it! Wait... General Gentleman slid another kendo stick into the ring! And it's nearly 3 times the size of the last one! No wonder he's not worried!
Jill Matthews: But Christian is going after the Professor! He's got his head between his legs and it looks like he's going for his Canadian Destroyer!!
Vince Walters: This can't be g... wait, what's happening?!
[Rivers grasps the waist of Fantastic with his hands, but before he can flip him over, the Professor starts hammering away at Christian's legs and body, finally being able to lift him up and over his shoulders, countering out of the move! River's lands hard on the mat, and Fantastic scurries over to his new kendo stick, but when he stands he's holding up a cutlass! The Professor stares at the weapon for a moment, before sheepishly putting it to the side, as Yes Man peers through the ropes at Rivers. Christian regains his composure and sees Yes Man and growls, before grabbing hold of his gun and pistol whipping Fantastic's crony.]
Vince Walters: Yes man kind of deserved that...
Jill Matthews: I'm still shocked that Prof. managed to counter Rivers' finisher!
Vince Walters: He's doing much more than that! Fantastic has grabbed Rivers and lifted him to his feet, and smacked him across the face with the kendo stick! Guess this one isn't very special, huh? Just rather big...
Jill Matthews: Think again Vince! The end of this kendo stick is opening again, and.... what the?!
Vince Walters: Cannon balls! Small cannon balls are rapidly hitting Rivers in the gut!
Jill Matthews: And as Rivers is doubled over, the Professor runs forward to grab hold of his opponent! He hits a double armed DDT! Ave Machina to Rivers! And Fantastic drops down for the pin!
Vince Walters: And the ref starts the count!
1...
2...
3!!
Vince Walters: Somehow I'm not surprised...
Jill Matthews: The Prof wins! But I wonder why he looks so exhausted?
Vince Walters: Who cares?? And someone get that fucking cutlass away from Yes Man!!
Tom Davis: Your winner via pinfall, with the help of some rather interesting kendo sticks... Professor Fantastic!!
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:43:44 GMT -5
*The camera cuts to backstage where a seriously exhausted Professor Fantastic, along with General Gentleman and Yes Man, stumbling about backstage in the aftermath of his match*
Prof.: This has not been the most auspicious of days, has it?
Yes Man: What are you talking about? You won!
General: I think he means the prospect of Nintendo breathing down our necks, going through that match with the lunatic contract killer who might have pistol whipped us if he had half a mind, and the extensive repairs required of the Bison Train now that it's been bombarded by voltorbs and is now full of about umpteen dozen ninja corpses that we need to convert to feed for the fluffabos...
Prof.: Ugh...
*The trio continue walking down the halls of the O2 Arena, until they round a corner to the parking lot and find themselves standing in front of what appears to be the love child of a midget and a pig*
Prof.: Oh...god...damn...it.
Pig-Midget: *waving hands rhythmically* Drowzee....Drowwwwwzeeeee...Drowzee...
*In a matter of moments, the Professor faceplants on the ground, Yes Man and the General look at each other*
Yes Man: That Drowzee used Hypnosis...
General: Guess it was super-effective, the Professor fainted.
Voice: And two douchebags blacked out.
*DOUBLE KO!*
*The thuggish brute who had smashed his fist into the back of both Yes Man and the General's heads steps back, grinning down at the bodies*
Thug: Got 'em boss.
*A Japanese man in his late fifties, recognizable to any gaming aficionado as the mind behind Mario, Shigeru Miyamoto. He barks some instructions to the thug, who scoops up all three men over his shoulder and pats his waist for the Drowzee to follow after, which the pokemon does*
Walters: ...Is this a drug hallucination? Did I get into Johnny's angel dust again?
Matthews: Things have taken quite the bizarre turn here in Berlin, Vince.
Walters: Commercial please.
*Screen fades out*
Walters: Thank you.
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:44:33 GMT -5
We return from a quick commercial break to witness Specter slowly walking down the ramp from the entrance, “Please” by Nine Inch Nails playing all the while as the crowd give the former Undisputed Champion a heavy mixed reaction. He appears stoic yet full of malice, as dictated by his eyes, and you can tell that he seriously wants to make amends for his devastating loss to Judas Dathan last week against Chad Hollister tonight.
Tom Davis: The following contest is a Submission Match. On the way to the ring, from Brighton, England, weighing in tonight at 175lbs, SPECTER!
Jill Matthews: What a week it must have been for Specter. He was on top of the world as the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion, and it was surprisingly taken from his grasp by Judas Dathan in what was an absolute shocker of a conclusion. Now he’s been scheduled to take on Chad Hollister low down on the card tonight...
Vince Walters: Because Cera is a conniving bitch! She was jealous and bitter regarding Specter’s success, so she decided to book him in this match to break his mindset and make him feel weaker in comparison to his previous weeks! It’s all a devious scheme being played by the Baddest Bitch!
Jill Matthews: That might be true, or might not be, but the fact remains that he is no longer the Undisputed Champion and he is going to have to live with that ... at least for the time being.
Specter enters the ring and looks around at the crowd, soaking in the German atmosphere as he prepares to take down his latest opponent, a man who needs to get back on track after recently losing the Television Championship to Jarek Whitaker in a Unification Match at Hallows Night Fight.
“Money” by Velvet Revolver then plays, the entrance area filling with smoke as the music builds. Strobe lights flash around just as green lasers start to criss-cross across the O2 World Arena, Chad Hollister making his way to the ring with his arms spread wide, trying to glorify himself as a superior man in this European country.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in tonight at 248lbs, CHAD HOLLISTER!
Jill Matthews: Speaking of weeks gone by, this man right here was on a role before Hallows Night Fight. After losing his Television Championship, he doesn’t seem to be as focused as he used to be, but hopefully that has changed on this occasion.
Vince Walters: Chad Hollister is a man with a lot of talent and a man who can go far in New Edge Wrestling, Jill, but against a man such as Specter, he needs to keep his wits and intellect about him. He can’t stop for anything. He needs to be on the attack from start to finish, and not give Specter room to breathe.
Jill Matthews: I’m sure he has researched Specter this entire week, as Specter has researched Hollister. But this won’t be a standard wrestling match, folks. This will be a Submission Match, where the only way to win is to make your opponent tap out, or pass out, whichever happens first.
Vince Walters: Could you imagine Specter passing out to Hollister, exactly one year after Slater did that to him? In fact, this time last year, Specter won the Ignite World Heavyweight Championship, and then he lost it before going down a miserable road. Could we be seeing the same thing occurring this year?
Jill Matthews: Who knows? Nothing is certain in life, but those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it!
Hollister enters the ring and casts a smirk at Specter, but all this does is set Specter off early, gunning towards Hollister and hammering him with forearms and punches! The bell tolls as Hollister tries retaliating with his own array of punches, the two brawling around until they tumble through the ropes to the outside of the ring! This match has gotten out of hand earlier as both men stand, Specter aiming a stiff knee at Hollister before whipping him straight into the steel steps, Chad gripping his shoulder after the connection. After this, Specter drags Hollister up by his blonde locks of hair and guides him to the post, grabbing the same arm that was just damaged and wrapping it against the post with a lethal swing!
Jill Matthews: Specter is going right to work on that arm, but not in the fashion you would expect in this type of match!
Vince Walters: Are there even disqualifications here? If so, then call the bell!
Specter rolls Hollister into the ring and then mounts the top rope from the apron, leaping off and landing his knees across the arm and shoulder of Chad. Hollister rolls around in agony as he feels his shoulder, Specter seizing it again before applying a tense armbar, wanting to feel the shoulder dislocate from his strength! Hollister is valiant though as he frantically reaches the ropes, but Specter is unable to give him time to recuperate, bringing him up before whipping him to the opposite ropes and nailing an enziguri after the rebound.
Vince Walters: I don’t like Hollister’s chances here! He’s eaten an enziguri, and his arm is close to being separated!
Jill Matthews: The viciousness and tenacity of Specter is showing, Vince. He wants to win badly, and he won’t allow anything to prevent that from happening.
Specter has unleashed a Blue Thunder Bomb on Chad to keep him down, heading to the top rope again before landing across Hollister with a Double Rotation Moonsault! The crowd are fully behind Specter now as he seizes Hollister and brings him to his feet, turning him around before he starts hooking and twisting him into a Vertabreaker, jumping up and having Hollister land directly on his neck with the SIX FEET UNDER!
Jill Matthews: The Six Feet Under connects! If this was a standard match he could beat him right here, but he needs to make Hollister submit!
Specter knows what to do next as he harnesses Hollister’s arm as he lies on his stomach, pulling it up and back fiercely in a Kimura Armbar! Chad starts to scream with agony as he goes to reach out for the ropes, but the pain is too much and he starts to tap out, Specter releasing the hold as Hollister remains on the canvas, damaged and defeated.
Tom Davis: Here is your winner by submission, SPECTER!
Vince Walters: Poor Hollister! He could have been seriously hurt there!
Jill Matthews: That’s the price you pay in a business such as this, Vince, and Specter used his ruthless nature to keep Hollister down and out. Now I believe he will set his sights on a higher goal, perhaps going after the Undisputed Title once again.
Vince Walters: Well he does have a rematch clause, but he’s going to have to wait his turn. Aaron Abraham will face Judas Dathan at Kamikaze for the Undisputed Championship, so after that is up to him.
Jill Matthews: Oh I’m sure he’ll take it into consideration, Vince ... I truly believe that indeed...
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:45:14 GMT -5
As Adrien’s hand is raised, his music cuts suddenly and is replaced by the rhythmic beats of drums from Roger Wright’s theme.
Onto the stage walks Roger, freshly pressed suit and microphone in hand. Roger’s music stops as abruptly as it began as Roger raises the microphone to his lips.
Wright: Don’t celebrate too soon Adrien. Now I know you spent this last week wondering why I changed the match, wondering if it was some master plan that I had to cost you the NEW Undisputed Title. Well that is what I did Adrien, I knew you couldn’t physically go through another grueling match.
Inside the ring, Adrien just stares at Roger, an anger growing inside of him as Roger speaks. Meanwhile Roger stands on the ramp with a smile on his face.
Wright: You see Adrien, your hatred for me, for what I stand for is matched by mine for you. I promised you that I would take that title from you, and I did just that. But you see I am not done, and with my new position I am in a quite curious position that allows me power to do things that I had only imagined before.
Specter slowly begins to pace around inside of the ring, his eyes never leaving Roger as the man stands on the stage still wearing the wicked smile.
Wright: You see I know your secrets, the feelings that you keep deep down inside of you, the feelings for people that you deny to the world. You see Adrien it isn’t enough to just make you physically feel pain, I want you to suffer emotionally and mentally.
Stopping his pacing, Adrien stares cold and intently at Roger, the anger continuing to grow on his face.
Wright: To show you how strong my hate is, I hired a man that I only hate a slight bit less than you, a man that let’s face it, I despise. This man will take on your precious Vanessa, the woman we all know you love, but refuse to admit to anyone, much less yourself. So without further ado I present to the NEW, the man who will destroy the court’s Queen.
Out onto the stage walks Al Envy, a similar sick grin on his face. Stopping at the top of the ramp he takes the microphone from Roger as his music cuts off.
Envy: The only thing more important to me than my hatred of Roger, is my hatred of the court, and money, and Roger has provided me with money for this match, and the opportunity to destroy your precious Vanessa. Make no mistake, I will do things to her than no one can even imagine, that only people invision in a nightmare, I will make what I did to you look like a pin prick on the tip of a diabetics finger.
Dropping the microphone, Envy’s music plays again as both Roger and Envy exit the entrance stage, Adrien left in the middle of the ring with a look of complete anger on his face.
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:47:35 GMT -5
Jill Matthews: This next match is sure to be a good one!
Vince Walters: 'Good' matches don't contain people from the Court, Jill...
Jill Matthews: Well there's one thing you can't dispute... this will be quite a close match!
Vince Walters: Close in the lack of talent? Yeah definitely.
Jill Matthews: You couldn't even handle Reya, Vince...
Vince Walters: Oh I could handle her, Jill... all night long. I'll thump her bible!
Jill Matthews: Wow... I mean... damn, you're stupidity is unfathomable...
Vince Walters: You're just jealous...
Jill Matthews: Ugh, moving on... Tom looks ready to announce the competitors...
Tom Davis: This next match is a First Blood Match, where the first to bleed is the one who loses... first to the ring, weighing in at 135lbs, she is the Herald of Holiness... Reya Serra!!
[As the music begins playing over the PA system, all-white pyro goes off at the top of the ramp. As it ends out walks Reya Serra, wearing skin tight white pants and a matching white top, along with her friend Paxar Vega who is wearing a similar red ensemble. The two walk down the ramp, waving and giving high fives to members of the crowd before Reya slides into the ring, Paxar remaining at ringside. As she stands in the middle of the ring, Reya bows her head in prayer while she awaits her opponent.]
Vince Walters: You know... I'm not kidding. I would hit that!
Jill Matthews: Vince, you'd hit anything that moves, even if it's last weeks meatloaf...
Vince Walters: Hey! ...I don't even like meatloaf...
Tom Davis: Reya's opponent comes in weighing 285lbs and hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... he is the Executioner of the Court... Frank Finelli!
[As his theme comes over the speakers, Frank Finelli walks out onto the stage. Black and gold spotlights shine down and illuminate him and the ramp leading to the ring. The crowd greets him with mostly boos as he stands there for a moment and smirks at their response to his appearance. He slowly starts to walk down the ramp, the metal plating echo's with each step of his boots as they come in contact with the ramp. As he reaches the ringside area he ascends the steps and stands on the apron for a moment then steps through the ropes and enters. He climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and taunts the crowd as black and gold pyro erupts from the ring posts and into the air. They continue to shower him with boos, then he hops back down to the mat and waits for his opponent.]
Jill Matthews: I have a feeling we're about to see quite a brutal match!
Vince Walters: Yeah as brutal as the Court can get... sissy fight, here we come!
[With that, the bell rings and Finelli and Reya size each other up for a moment, before both of them lurch forward. Finelli swings an arm out, going for a hard clothesline, but Serra dodges and swings her leg out for a back kick, sending Frank into the other ropes. Finelli bounces off and rushes at Reya again, but the Herald quickly drops down and bounds out of the way, jumping onto the ropes and bouncing off to hit a springboard pele kick! She manages to hit Finelli, and he stumbles back.]
Jill Matthews: Great start to the match!
Vince Walters: They're running around like rodents!
Jill Matthews: Ugh, fine Vince... then why don't you go have a chat with Finelli about that?
Vince Walters: ...no thanks, I'm fine.
Jill Matthews: Yeah, thought so.
[As they bicker, Finelli regains his composure and charges at Reya, now catching her arm and throwing her into the corner. The Herald slams into the turnbuckle and grimaces in pain. Frank then takes off towards her and knees her in the abdomen. Reya doubles over and Finelli grabs hold of her around the waist and hits a spinning spinebuster! Reya lays on the ground in pain as Finelli then reaches down to lift her up again, only for Serra to roll out of the way and scramble to her feet. The ref looks her over and sees no blood, and the match continues.]
Vince Walters: Damn Serra's survived this long?!
Jill Matthews: If there's one thing people should know about Reya, it's that she doesn't give up easily!
[Reya jumps forward and hits Finelli with a Reya Light in his chest, and he falls back, then bounces off the ropes and goes to swing a hard right, which Serra dodges and swings back for a roundhouse kick. The move connects and Frank is momentarily against the ropes, before he lurches forward once more. Finelli manages to grab Reya and hit a snapmare driver! She hits the mat hard and holds her head in agony, then pulls them away for the ref to see no blood!]
Vince Walters: HOW is she not bleeding?!
Jill Matthews: Well she's definitely gonna have a bad bruise on her forehead, that's for sure.
Vince Walters: Finelli's lifting Serra up to her feet and grabbing hold of her... but Reya pushes him forward! He didn't exactly move much...
Jill Matthews: But it distracted him enough for her to get an edge! She struggles from Frank's grip and kicks him in the gut!
[Reya then moves swiftly to the turnbuckle and climbs atop. She doesn't wait for Frank to realize what's going on as she jumps off and hits a missile dropkick! It connects with Finelli's shoulder and partially his neck, and they both fall to the mat. Frank holds onto his shoulder as the Herald stands and runs to the ropes, moving outside of them, then uses them as leverage to hit a springboard senton bomb!]
Jill Matthews: She got him! The ref's checking for blood!
Vince Walters: He shakes his head no! Still no blood! Goddamn it!
Jill Matthews: Reya's backing off, as Frank's slowly getting to his feet. I don't think anyone expected the Herald to get control of this match, over the Executioner!
Vince Walters: She's kicking it up a notch, definitely... though Finelli's got good moves in as well.
Jill Matthews: True! And he's showing this now as he manages to hit her with a hard knife edge chop! No blood, but he's got her now! He holds onto her and then drops down for a faceplant... but she squirms just in time and only the side of her face hits the mat!
[Reya flinches but rolls away from Frank and sits up, gingerly touching her hurt face but feeling no blood. Looking up at Finelli, who was quickly making his way towards her, she jumps to her feet and bounces off the ropes to run at her foe. Finelli catches her midair and looks as though he's about to hit an attack, but she quickly reverses it while still moving around, managing to get a hold of his head and hit a reverse tornado DDT, her elbow landing hard on his face when they both drop down!]
Jill Matthews: That was a reverse Serra's Blessing there! And did you see the way her elbow slammed into his face when they landed?!
Vince Walters: Wait... look at her elbow...
Jill Matthews: Red... RED! There's blood on Reya's elbow!
Vince Walters: And it's not hers! The ref checks and Frank's mouth is bleeding!
Jill Matthews: And with that, we have a winner after a good match via both competitors, and a strong showing from Reya!
Tom Davis: Your winner due to causing her opponent to bleed first... Reya Serra!!
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:52:02 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, in the ring, LUCAS MCCANN!!!!!
The sounds of 'The Ballad of Mona Lisa' by Panic At The Disco burst through the arena as blue smoke floods out from the entrance. A female's figure is seen in the smoke, as it slowly turns it's head to the side. Suddenly, silver pyro explodes down the rampway, leading to the ring as the figure moves airily forward, a slight skip in it's step.
The smoke dissipates as they move forward, revealing a woman in a black mini dress and red leggings. The words 'The Queen' are printed on the front of the dress, and her feet are bare. She swiftly moves forward, bounding softly forward and grabbing the ropes to flip herself in.
Suddenly out of the crowd comes V's manager Dawn, who moves through the ropes herself and goes up to V, unzipping the back of her dress.
It falls to the ground to reveal black skin tight, hip hugging shorts that were underneath the dress, and a black sports bra with a small silver crown in the corner of it.
She leans back on the ropes as Dawn grabs the dress and hops out of the ring as V moves to the middle of it and raises her fists in the air, the crowd going ecstatic for her as she scans the crowd with her arm raised for all to see.
V then shoots a wicked grin as she drops her arms and moves to the ropes, leaning back on them and grinning playfully.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, she is the Queen!!!! VANESSA!!!!!!!!
Walters: Well this should be interesting to say the least. This match plays right into the hands of Vanessa, the queen of Extreme.
Matthews: That it does Vince, and to be honest Lucas has been struggling late which could play into Vanessa’s hands as well.
Walters: Vanessa did lose last week as well, so both are looking to get back on track right here.
Matthews: No doubt, but the snide has been a bit worse for McCann, there was the Hallow’s Night Fights, then the rumble, which he did well in, but then the loss last week and this week he needs the win.
Walters: When you put it that way, geez.
Matthews: Well here we go there is the bell and already Dawn is making her presence at ringside felt, she just threw Vanessa a baseball bat from under the ring side area.
Walters: What the hell was a baseball bat doing under their in a first place. I think there is more under there Dawn, get down and look for more!
Matthews: I knew the good guy announcer thing wouldn’t last.
Snatching the bat out of the air, Vanessa takes off across the ring at Lucas, the man promptly dropping down and rolling out of harms way to the outside. Not hesitating, Vanassa leaps into the air, dropping the bat in the process and flies over the tops rope, hitting Lucas with a cross body block. Rolling off of Lucas, Vanessa gets back to her feet and slips into the ring, snatching the bat and returning to the outside. Lifting the weapon over her head, she brings it down with vicious force, but Lucas manages to roll away just in time.
Matthews: Vanessa looks almost possessed, she is going right after Lucas with reckless abandon!
Walters: Only thing worse than a crazy woman, is a hot crazy woman.
Getting to his feet, Lucas ducks a swing from Vanessa and rolls away, grabbing a steel chair from the ringside area. Lifting it over his head, he prepares to bring it down on Vanessa, but Dawn snatches it from his hands. In the moment of shock as Lucas turns to look at the woman, Vanessa swings the bat, making connection with his stomach, the wood bat shattering into splinters all over the ringside area, Lucas crumpling into a heap on the outside.
Matthews: Oh My Goodness!!!!!!! She just shattered that bat on the chest of Lucas!
Walters: That hurt me too watch.
Grabbing Lucas by the head and trunks, Vanessa rolls him into the ring and follows quickly, going for the pin. 1 2 NO!!!!
Matthews: I am in shock that Lucas kicked out after the brutal shot he took with that bat.
Walters: Maybe he wants her to lay on him some more, you know get some close intimate skin to skin contact.
Matthews: Oh please Vince.
Still holding the chair, Dawn slips it into the ring, and Vanessa picks it up. Taking a step back she puts her back up against the corner turnbuckles and waits as Lucas slowly drags himself to his feet. For a moment he stumbles around the ring, his hands gripping his chest.
Matthews: What the heck is Vanessa doing?
Walters: I am not all that sure, but it can’t be good, look at the look on her face.
As Lucas turns to face Vanessa she throws the chair into the air, Lucas catching it out of instinct. Leaping onto the middle rope, Vanessa jumps off hitting the chair with a missile drop kick and driving it straight into the face of Lucas, the man falling to his back with a thump. Vanassa scrambles over him and goes for the pin. 1 2 3NO!!!!!!!
Matthews: he got the damn shoulder up again.
Walters: Yeah but he is bleeding pretty good, I bet the nose is broken for sure.
Placing the chair on the chest of Lucas, Vanessa quickly climbs the rope and leaps off, hitting a moonsault double stomp right onto the chair and the chest of Lucas. Discarding the chair to the way side, Vanessa drops down and goes for the cover on him. 1 2 3NO!!!!!!
Matthews: Again? I can’t believe he kicked out, Vanessa has pretty much just beat the hell out of him. First it was the diving cross body, then the bat, then the chair, and then the chair again, I mean Lucas isn’t even hardly moving.
Walters: Yeah I am not sure how the shoulder got up there, but it did and this match is still on going.
Matthews: Is that duct tape?
Walters: It is, and she is taping the metal baton to her leg. What the hell is she doing that for?
Matthews: She can’t possibly be thinking about doing what I think she is.
Satisfied with the baton taped to her leg, Vanessa helps the beaten body of Lucas to his feet, and sets the man against the corner. Turning to grab the chair, Vanessa is met with a big boot before she can hit Lucas with the chair. Stumbling back, Vanessa can see that Lucas is barely able to move out of the corner. As he approaches he lunges for her, but she ducks the attempt, hitting him withe SeVerity as he turns back around, followed by the DeViate with the metal baton tapped leg. Like a rock Lucas hits the matt not moving. Vanassa drops for the pin. 1 2 3!!!!!
Matthews: This one is over, Vanessa knocked Lucas the hell out for sure, we may even need a medical team down here to check on him.
Walters: No doubt, he still isn’t even moving.
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:53:39 GMT -5
The fans have quietened down after the last match and patiently wait for more action. There is a rumbling, a murmuring, as each person in attendance speaks to the people he came with about how much they are enjoying the event or the stuff they didn't like or any other crap these people talk about.
Suddenly, the murmuring stops and a chorus of boos, with a few cheers mixed in, sounds out as a particular entrance music begins to play.
The lights begin to strobe as the music plays and plays while Abraham keeps all the fans waiting. After the song has played for a good minute at least, Aaron appears from behind the curtain. He is wearing some black cargo shorts and a cRu wife beater. His trademark bandanna is around his neck but does not cover his mouth.
Abraham doesn't even bother to look at the fans as he walks down to ringside before breaking into a run and sliding into the ring.
Climbing to his feet, he calls for a microphone.
Abraham: Shut up.
It was nothing more than a mutter from Aaron but it got at least half the arena to quieten and the other half to boo excessively.
Abraham: I believe there are some things that need to be said right now and I'll be damned if you people are going to interrupt me.
With that, Aaron winks at the closest camera and smirks as the boos continue.
Abraham: I'm sure you are all well aware, that in a weeks time. Live from Japan! I will go up against Judas Dathan for the Undisputed Title.
The crowd cheer at the mention of Dathan and the match that is a few days away.
Abraham: First off...
Aaron breaks into applause for no apparent reason as he grins with delight.
Abraham: Judas fucking Dathan! Well done! You did it! Somehow, some way! You won the world title! I mean... come on people help me applaud our champion.
Again Aaron breaks into applause and this time the audience join in to 'congratulate' the new champ.
Abraham: You hear that Judas? That's what it sounds like to have 16,000 people clap for you! Remember how that feels. Because after Kamikaze I can't promise it will happen all that often. Alright cut it out!
At this the fans seem to clap even louder to spite Aaron who just chuckles and shakes his head.
Abraham: Alright, if you let me speak I'll get on to my next order of business: Roger Wright. Roger, I know you like to think that since the network gave you a new job- which by the way is another thing we can add to the things that Roger Wright has been handed on a silver platter- you think you're relevant again.
The crowd cheer in appreciation of their hero.
Abraham: You think you actually mean something again after the cRu pretty much desecrated your wrestling career. Well Mr. Wright sir, boss, it breaks my heart to tell you this it really does but you are still just a worthless substitute for the man with all the real power, a certain Jesse Styles! And I swear to god if you so much as a raise a finger to hinder my progress in this company without good reason I will break every bone in your body! Twice over!
This rant draws masses of boos from the fans who will not have their hero spoken to like that.
Abraham: But truth be told, if these people will let me speak, that's not the real reason I'm out here... You see, the real reason is that...
Aaron pauses for a few moments as he thinks about whether he should reveal to the public what he is thinking and then decides against it.
Abraham: ... is that...
The fans become restless and begin a "what?" chant.
Abraham: It's just...
Aaron doesn't quite know what to do and leans on the ropes for a second before dropping to the floor and striding up the ramp out of the arena.
Jill Matthews: Well folks that was a rather abrupt end to Aaron's time out here... I guess we'll never know what he was going to say.
Vince Walters: Oh I think we will...
Jill Matthews: Oh yeah Vince, what do you know?
Vince Walters: I know that you're breasts look so nice in that top.
Jill Matthews: Seriously? Do you ever let up with that?
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:54:38 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following contest is an Opposing Finisher Match, where the only way to win is to use your opponent’s finishing manoeuvre against them!
The Arena goes completely black as the screeching techno intro of “Sorry You're Not A Winner” by Enter Shikari blasts around the arena. The darkness remains until around twenty seconds in when the song kicks in and green lights light up the entire arena. Still the man everybody expects to appear is nowhere in sight. At around thirty seconds the loyal Aaron Abraham fans clap along with the song and the arena is going crazy. But still nobody appears as the green lights continue to circle and flash. Then, on fifty seconds, the chorus to the song kicks in and Aaron Abraham explodes through the curtain with his hand raised high. Aaron walks from one side of the ramp to the other and back again soaking in the reaction of the crowd before charging to the ring and sliding in on his stomach.
Tom Davis: Introducing first, from Camden, New Jersey, weighing in tonight at 228lbs, AARON ABRAHAM!
Jill Matthews: Aaron Abraham is one week away from harnessing his destiny at Kamikaze. He apparently cashed in his briefcase at the conclusion to Hallows Night Fight, but left a statement inside the open briefcase that he would cash it in at Kamikaze. He was hoping, somehow, to have it be against Specter, but after Judas Dathan took the gold, that no longer seems to be the case.
Vince Walters: Judas Dathan or Specter, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because that man right there is going to be the next Undisputed Champion! He is going to have a glorious reign with the cRu by his side, and no one will be able to take him down!
Jill Matthews: You seem pretty confident in Abraham’s endurance and abilities, Vince...
Vince Walters: How can I not be? This is a man who has defeated the best in this industry, and he is one match away from residing at the top of the mountain ... after taking down King of Pain of course.
“Hurt Locker” by Xzibit then plays after Abraham’s music fades, AA waiting for KOP to appear as the crowd cheer and boo in unison. King of Pain soon makes his appearance and strolls directly to the ring, focusing only on Abraham and nothing else.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, from Canton, Ohio, weighing in tonight at 250lbs, KING OF PAIN!
Jill Matthews: This is a man that shouldn’t be taken lightly by anyone. He defeated Ryan Pugh in a Steel Cage Match several weeks back, and has also taken some the best wrestlers here to their limit. He has a world of potential inside that muscular body of his, and soon he might be able to unleash it all and go down the same path that Abraham took at the start of the year.
Vince Walters: That’s if you believe in that kind of stuff. What’s going to happen is simple. Abraham will let KOP get some confidence, and then crush him when his hopes are high!
Jill Matthews: Oh don’t start with that crap, Vince! I think KOP can defeat Abraham tonight, and if he does, then things will get rather interesting after Kamikaze!
KOP enters the ring and sizes up Abraham with his eyes, motioning his shoulders and cracking his neck to ease the tension. AA studies King a moment before he takes his place in the corner, the bell resounding as he remains there, waiting for KOP to make the first move.
Jill Matthews: Both men clearly don’t want to get into a position of weakness here, where it’s possible for them to be defeated by their own finishing move. It’s basically the Inverted Brainbuster going against the Super Powerbomb in this match, since the Grounded Cobra Clutch and Phoenix Splash in their repertoires have been overruled.
Vince Walters: Damn! And I thought AA could have found a loophole! All he had to do was put KOP in that clutch and it would be over in a matter of seconds!
Abraham and KOP finally move and lock up, King powering AA into an overhead key lock. Abraham starts to twist out of the hold through and snaps King’s arm down into a stretch wrist lock, KOP escaping by nailing a clothesline against AA. Abraham gets back up but gets planted with a hip toss from King, the former Marine scooping Abraham up and nailing him with a strong body slam. KOP seems to want to wear down the back of AA to make him easier to lift, but AA needs to keep his space, backing towards the corner as KOP set himself up to deliver a charging spear. Instead King rushes forward for a full body block but Abraham moves, KOP hitting the pads and nothing else! AA then delivers a rushing knee to KOP followed by a few stiff kicks to the midsection, pulling King out before planting him with a DDT.
Jill Matthews: These two are going at it without pausing for breath!
Vince Walters: Kind of like you in bed!
Abraham brings King back up and hits a couple of hard forearms, running at the ropes and using them for momentum before swinging KOP around into a falling neckbreaker. King grips his neck and rolls to the outside as AA follows him to the outside, grabbing King and throwing him back-first into the barricade! King grimaces before AA starts hitting him with more kicks, pulling him away from the barricade and going to slam his head onto the steel steps! However King blocks it at the last moment with his hands and retaliates with an elbow to AA’s ribs, instead slamming AA face first onto the steel! Abraham feels his face after the connection before KOP rushes Abraham’s back into the edge of the apron, putting him into a suplex position before planting him onto the floor with that very move!
Vince Walters: I don’t think the referee can control this!
Jill Matthews: There are count-outs and disqualifications in this match though, Vince, so these two competitors need to keep that in mind. They can’t risk losing by those decisions.
KOP rolls AA into the ring at the count of eight and then slides under the ropes too, pounding away at Abraham with closed fists several times. KOP growls at the referee as he is warned to back off, standing up before stomping down on AA’s grounded body. Abraham gets back to his feet though by his own accord, King grabbing his arm and whipping him to the opposite ropes. KOP slaps his hands together before spinning around for a spinning clothesline, but AA ducks under and comes off the other ropes behind King, flying across the ring and taking KOP down with a perfect forearm smash! Abraham pushes himself up as KOP sits up and starts to get back to a vertical base, only for AA to grab him in a waist lock from behind and nailing a German Suplex! He follows this up with a Tiger Suplex variation, and then culminates the series with a Dragon Suplex, King battered on the canvas as AA is building momentum!
Vince Walters: AA unleashing his technical wrestling side, and that might just be what keeps KOP down!
Jill Matthews: But he needs to savour his energy for that Super Powerbomb. He can’t get too exhausted otherwise he won’t have the power to lift King off the ground into that manoeuvre!
Abraham waits for KOP to get back up before nailing a backfist strike, turning King around before hitting a Backdrop Suplex. AA then points to the corner and goes over to it as the crowd continue to chant around the arena in their German dialect, Abraham mounting the turnbuckle and balancing on there. People expect him to go for the Phoenix Splash but AA chooses to wait, King slowly getting back to his feet and stumbling around. Abraham then leaps off for a double axe handle, but KOP surprises AA by catching him by the throat, choking him momentarily with his hand before raising him up and slamming him down with a Chokeslam!
Jill Matthews: And just like that, KOP turns the tables! Now all he needs to do is hit AA with that Inverted Brainbuster!
KOP roars aloud before he storms over to Abraham and powers him up to his feet, hammering away at his back before he places AA’s head under his arm in a reverse position. The crowd respond as KOP raises AA up into his Inverted Brainbuster, but Abraham starts kicking his legs, directing his momentum back down to the canvas, where he lands on his feet. King hammers away at Abraham’s stomach with punches before he tries it again, about to complete the manoeuvre until AA leans his weight back and lands on his feet behind KOP, King turning around and getting nailed with the ABRAHAM COMBO!
Vince Walters: KOP almost had Abraham there, but AA smartly countered out of it!
Jill Matthews: That’s the good thing about this match! They know their own finishers so well that they also know the ways to get out of it and survive!
AA takes a breather before he sets about picking KOP up, bending him down and going for the House of Pain! The crowd explode as Abraham starts to raise King up onto his shoulders, but King starts punching away at Abraham to escape, AA dropping KOP onto his feet before King rushes at Abraham and delivers a harsh clothesline! King looks frustrated and pissed off as he drags Abraham back up and whips him into the corner, hitting a few shoulder tackles on Abraham in the corner before mounting the turnbuckle in front of him and hitting him with several punches and headbutts.
Jill Matthews: King of Pain taking control again, and he could be moments from taking AA out...
Vince Walters: WAIT, LOOK!
As KOP was barking at AA with taunts and foul language, Abraham strikes King in the stomach with a hard punch, ducking down under King’s legs before placing him on his shoulders and charging out, keeping KOP on his shoulders with all of his might before hitting KOP with the HOUSE OF PAIN! The crowd explode as the bell resounds once more to conclude the contest, Abraham collapsing onto his knees and breathing hard as King remains on the canvas looking up at the lights in a daze.
Tom Davis: Here is your winner, AARON ABRAHAM!
Vince Walters: I TOLD YOU! Abraham used King’s elevated position against him, and it paid off! There is your future Undisputed Champion, ladies and gentleman! Judas Dathan better prepare for a war against that man at Kamikaze!
Jill Matthews: King of Pain put on a decent effort against the no.1 Contender, but Abraham found an opening and used it to his advantage. I would love to see these two go at it again, in all honesty.
Vince Walters: That’s if Abraham allows KOP to face him again! But I guarantee, after Kamikaze, he will be holding the most prestigious prize in New Edge Wrestling, and no one will be able to doubt him again! I assure you of that!
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:55:41 GMT -5
Jill Matthews: Welcome back from the break everyone, there’s been a lot of action and Cera has not disappointed us with the matches thus far. Vince Walters: Speak for yourself Jill, I am personally totally upset with all of this tonight. Jill Matthews: Thankfully no one cares what you think Vince, and now on with the next match of the night.... Suddenly the arena goes dark, the fans scream and then it all goes quiet as the darkness persits with no music, no sounds, just emptiness. Vince Walters: See the show is so horrible that they cut the power! Jill Matthews: It must be some technical difficulties Vince, that is all. Trust me no one thinks this show has been horrible but you. The repetitive sound of a single guitar note being played over and over inundates the audiences ears. Finally a Bass kick and rhythmic guitar join the sound, the guitar growing in intensity, a snare drum joining the sound, everything building for nearly a minute. Then suddenly there is an explosion on the stage. Seamlessly the song flows into Welcome to the Masquerade by Thousand Foot Kruth. Strobes fall in line with the beat of the guitars, and as the song slows for the first verse, the arena dims, the fans on the edge of their seats awaiting what is to come next, but the song just keeps playing, the lighting flashing, everything staying in sync with the music. Then suddenly after 95 seconds of intro and music, there is a flash on the stage again. On the NEWtron an image flashes and out from behind the stage Steps Matthew Carter with a large grin on his face, as the fans go crazy. Making his way to the ring, Carter stops to jaw with the crowd, slapping hands with some fans, yelling back and forth with other. Slipping under the bottom rope he runs to the far corner and mounts the rope holding out both arms with a shit eating grin on his face. Dropping down he crosses the ring, grabbing a microphone and standing in the middle of it. With the wave of his hand the music cuts and the fans go silent. Matthew Carter: Did you miss me? The fans go crazy as Carter stands in the middle of the ring with a smile on his face, scanning the crowd. Matthew Carter: Four months, that is how long I have sat at home, healing my injuries, watching the travesty that the NEW has become. This company has become nothing but a shell of what it used to be, simply put it is a masquerade. Fans cheer and hold up the paper masks over their heads. Matthew Carter: Well I am here to welcome all of you to the masquerade, but unlike a traditional masquerade, we are not actually going to wear masks to create a false world. No the masks will tell the world that we want the truth, not the masquerade that has been going on for months now. Cheers of Matthew Carter go up all over the arena as fans put on the masks. Matthew Carter: For months I sat at home and thought about this day, about what i would say when I came back. Never did I once think that what I cam back to would be so distorted and corrupted by people who want only to promote themselves and wish to hold everyone else down. Lowering the microphone Matthew walks to the opposite side fo the ring and leans on the ropes, the fans growing quiet. Matthew Carter: I have watched men weasel their way out of contractual obligations, get title shots they legaly should have never had. I watched a great man tell us all how great he was and then simply hand a title to a friend after a game of paper rock scissors, and the whole time all of you were forced to accept this as entertainment. Complete silence filled the arena as the fans stood wearing their masks, their eyes transfixed on Matthew. Matthew Carter: I watched men who were fired return, win title shots and titles in matches they should have never been in. Watched a man drafted to another company, hand his title to a friend, shitting on everything that title stood for. Lowering the microphone and shaking his head, Matthew moved back across the ring and leaned on the opposite ropes. Matthew Carter: I have watched two men obsessed with drugs and partying win the titles, while one man has systematically destroyed everything he supposedly stood for. I have watched as a man was burned to presumed death, and that man has come back stronger and better than he was before the incident. People have beat each other, attacked each other, all because they want to prove to all of you they are something they are not. Moving to the middle of the ring, Matthew stops and lowers the microphone for a second, taking a deep breath. Matthew Carter: No one in the NEW has earned a damn thing since I was gone, all of it has been handed to them. That is the travesty that will stop. Because when they climb into the ring with me, they will find out and you will all see what the reality is, you will see them as I do, you will see through the masquerade. Dropping the microphone in the middle of the ring, Welcome to the Masquerade by Thousand Foot krutch plays and Carter steps out of the ring, walkin gup the ramp as the fans chant his name. Jill Matthews: Matthew Carter is back, and from the sounds of it he isn't all that happy with the current state of the NEW. Vince Walters: I don't blame him, he is right, things are out of control and someone needs to show these fans what they are really getting. Jill Matthews: Do you really think they are getting ripped off Vince? Vince Walters: I think he made a damn good point Jill, and it makes me really wonder what the hell is going on around here.
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:56:45 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a barbed wire ring ropes match. Introducing first, JAREK WHITAKER!!!!!
Lots of club-esque lights and strobes, which are needed for his fist pumping frenzy at the top of the rampway. Eventually he makes his way down to the ring, ocassionally lowering his five hundred dollar shades to flirt or get a better look at a hottie. He fist pumps more when he gets inside the ring and even rips his shirt off, revealing his perfectly chiseled body, much to the delight of the women in attendance.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, TAO ISHIDA KUN!!!!!
Lights dim across the arena as Queen - "Now I'm Here" starts to play.
Ishida Kun timidly steps out onto the stage, he stares at the maximum capacity crowd with a mixture of awe and childish excitement. He bows respectfully to the left hand side of the arena and then to the right before standing on the stage looking down at the ring for a moment as his music builds, his gaze shows he is focused on the task at hand. Finally he goes to make his way to the ring but less then two steps off the stage the guitars really kick in and a variety of pyrotechnics fire out of the stage; making the youngster jump out of his skin! He sheepishly tries to regain his composure as he returns his attention to the ring - he continues to walks down the aisle waving at the fans as he goes before acrobatically leaping into the ring. He respectfully bows to the announcement team and then the ref before starting his last minute stretches.
Matthews: Finally the ring is ready, the ropes have been replaced and this match is about to begin.
Walters: Yeah, and I want to know just how the barbed wire ropes are going to effect Tao and his fast paced high flying offense.
Matthews: I was thinking the same thing Vince.
At the sound of the bell the two men circle each other in the ring, Jarek stopping to pump his fists and wink at a woman in the front row. Seizing his opportunity Tao leaps at the man hitting him in the back with a bicycle kick. Stumbling forward, Jarek halts himself just before slamming chest first into the ropes. Spinning around, Whitaker is met the bottom of Tao’s feet as he lands a drop kick to the face of Whitaker. Intantly Whitaker slams into the ropes and topples over the top out to the floor.
Matthews: Looks like Whitaker had a bad meeting with the steal barbed wire ropes. His back is cut open and you can see the trickles of blood coming out already.
Walters: This match has that potential for sure, there will be a great deal of blood shed.
Taking off across the ring, Tao leapt over the top rope, hitting a flying heel kick to the face of Whitaker as he tries to get to his feet. Running up the steps, Tao hops to the top barbed wire, his feet landing between the barbs, leaping off he goes into a corkscrew and hits Jarek with a splash on the outside before the man can get to his feet.
Matthews: Did you see the balance and speed there? Tao was able to get up on the top wire and with out hesitation get his feet between the barbs and then leap off with that corkscrew splash.
Walters: No doubt that took talent and concentration, but Tao needs to get Whitaker back in the ring if he wants to win this match.
Bringing Whitaker to his feet, Tao rolls him under the bottom wire into the ring. Hopping to the apron, Tao leaps to the top wire as Whitaker stumbles to his feet. Leaping off the wire, Tao attempts a cross body, but Whitaker snatches the man and drops him to the matt back first with a spine buster.
Matthews: Tao may have gone to the well one to many times with the high risk right there.
Walters: Yeah but neither man is really getting to their feet very quickly.
On his feet first, Tao attempts to deliver a kick to the mid section of Whitaker as the man is on all fours, but Whitaker snatches his leg and corkscrews Tao into the matt with a leg drag. As both men get to their feet, Whitaker drops Tao with a short arm clothesline before the man can truly get his bearings. Immediately Jarek drops a knee to the side of the head of Tao.
Matthews: A couple of crafty counters and Whitaker seems to be in control, but with Tao we know that it is just a matter of time before it could change.
Walters: Yeah but Whitaker is looking determined.
Grabbing Tao, Whitaker whips the man into the corner, Tao slamming against the turnbuckles. Following him in, Whitaker is caught with a fast scissor kick that knocks Whitaker backwards. Moving forward, Tao brings Whitaker down against the barbed wire with a drop toe hold. Grabbing the ankle, Tao wraps his leg and reaches down locking in the STF.
Matthews: Tao has the STF locked in and it might be over, Whitaker is bleeding all over and he looks to be in pain.
Walters: Whitaker has a hold of the bottom wire, but the ref isn’t asking Tao to break the hold.
Matthews: I don’t think there is a rope break, seeing as there are no ropes what so ever in the ring.
Walters: Whitaker is pulling himself to the wire, Tao broke the hold before Whitaker dragged him under the wire, and Whitaker is on the outside on the floor.
Moving to the far side of the ring, Tao takes off across the ring and goes into a slide to the outside, but Whitaker moves away from the move, Tao slamming onto the outside. Grabbing him, Whitaker slams Tao back first into the apron. Lifting him into the air, Whitaker places Tao on the apron, and wraps the second and bottom barbed wire around his arms, locking Tao into place.
Matthews: Whitaker has Tao trapped in the barbed wire, this could be very bad for Tao.
Walters: Or very good for Whitaker. Either way it’s a bad situation for Tao.
With Tao trapped, Whitaker stops at the railing and winks with a woman, taking a moment to sing her chest before returning his attention to Tao, who has managed his way out of the wires. With a swift kick, Tao catches Whitaker off guard, driving the man back into the barrier around the ring. Rushing forward Tao hits a flying knee to the chest of Whitaker, and pulls the man forward, monkey flipping him into the apron of the ring back first.
Matthews: Tao just keeps coming, Whitaker can’t seem to keep the man down.
Walters: No doubt, and Tao seems to be in control again, but Whitaker is already back on his feet, although moving slow.
Rushing forward, Tao leaps into the air, but Whitaker flings the man over his back, Tao slamming into the barbed wire and falling to the ground. Grabbing Tao, Whitaker rolls him into the ring, and rolls in after him. Rising to his feet, Whitaker moves slow, as he reaches down, Tao kicks him in the head, knocking him back.
Matthews: both men seem to be hurting in this one, the barbed wire has played a strong and painful role for sure.
Walters: No doubt, clearly what Cera wanted as punishment for the loss of her titles.
Rushing forward at Whitaker, Tao is snatched as Whitaker hits a swinging neck breaker on the man. Rolling over he goes for the cover. 1 2 NO!!!!!
Matthews: Tao with the kick out, and Whitaker looks to be back on the offensive.
Walters: That was brutal and I think Tao might be slowing down a bit after the pain he has taken.
Bringing Tao to his feet, Whitaker hooks the man for a DDT, but Tao back flips with a kick out of it and charges at Whitaker, but he is stopped in his tracks by a kick to the mid section. Snatching Tao’s arms, Whitaker drives him face first into the matt with a double arm snap DDT!
Matthews: There is the Ego Trip, this one is over.
Walters: Whitaker is going for the pin.
1 2 3!!!!!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner, JAREK WHITAKER!!!!!
Matthews: What a match, both men are bleeding and in the end Whitaker managed to outlast the pain and beat Tao.
Walters: Tao fought to the very end, something that could really help him next week at Kamikaze when he faces Whitaker’s partner Shane for the TA title.
Matthews: With no barbed wire Tao will not wear down like he did this week, and Sparx could be in for a fight.
Walters: No doubt.
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Post by Roger Wright on Nov 14, 2011 22:57:10 GMT -5
[The tron suddenly flashes to life, and the commentators freeze and look at the screen, as does everyone in the audience. All they see is a rather ritzy and professional looking office, with a tall chair turned backwards as it stared at the wall. Suddenly we see a knife thrown at the wall, then bounce back to the chair. A couple seconds later, the chair spins around right as the commentators question who it is...]
Vince Walters: Hell yes! It's Cera!
Jill Matthews: Ugh, what the hell is she want?
Vince Walters: Well shut up and we'll find out Jill.
Jill Matthews: Fuck you Vince.
Vince Walters: Any time Sweetcheeks.
Cera: ENOUGH! God you two idiots are annoying!
[Cera glares at the camera, her pale blue eyes illuminated on the screen of the tron. Her frown slowly lifts into a smirk as she raises a finger in the air, speaking in a dark yet seductive tone, the crowd booing her every word.]
Cera: Hello mortals, morons, and all of the above. I know you're all so very glad to see the Baddest Bitch, giving you all her precious time.
[Cera is met with loud boos all over the arena, some even from Jill, as Vince claps excitedly. The Baddest Bitch flips her hair from her eyes and smiles deviously, leaning back in her large, comfy chair and putting her feet up on the mahogany desk in front of her. We see her pick up some papers as she does this, and look at the top sheet nonchalantly.]
Cera: Let's see... Ignite 48, is it? An event I myself booked. Not that I expect you idiots to realize this... but each and every match has a reasoning behind it. Would you like to know what those reasons are?
Vince Walters: Hell yes!
Jill Matthews: Probably just to fuck with everyone! Cera just wants to be a bitch to the rest of the roster, that's why!
Vince Walters: Shut up Jill and let the Baddest Bitch speak!
Cera: You're an obedient little wannabe, aren't you Vince? How about you both shut up and let someone who matters speak. And yes, that would be yours truly. The things I have to say are more important then your nonsensical rattling. For instance, I could give you the reasoning behind Judas vs Jen... but I'll leave that for last. Because I want to get through each other one beforehand. Now what's first...
[She pauses, grabbing hold of a nearby glass of tequila and casually taking a sip of it as she got comfortable in her chair. Placing the cup down, Cera looks back up at the camera, smirking as she speaks up once more.]
Cera: Matt McMattio and Kenath Israel... well I didn't actually have a reason for these two. They're just filler really... useless, no-talent idiots who I felt fit in a match together... and I wanted to see them bludgeon each other with tables. Moving on... Professor Fantastic versus Christian Rivers... Rivers is a piece of shit, and Fantastic is a fuck up who fails at his experiments... that being said, he'd fuck up so badly on recreating a kendo stick, he'd end up demolishing Rivers, and possibly himself. Happy ending, I think.
Jill Matthews: She's so damned heartless!!
Vince Walters: I know! Isn't it great?!
Cera: Next is Specter and Chad Hollister.... see, I didn't have a place for Hollister, and Specter fit the bill for filler, seeing as the pitiful bastard just lost the World Title and all... and then I had it be a submissions match, because guess what kids? Spec is quite submissive. I'll leave that to your imagination. Don't forget the choker in that image.
[Cera winks, and the crowd is filled with slight laughter and negative comments. Meanwhile Vince is gagging, and Jill slaps her palm to her face as the Baddest Bitch continues in a faux innocent tone.]
Cera: This next one is one of my favorites. Reya Serra versus Frank Finelli. Now I know that everyone believes me to be attempting to break up the Court in some way, but they'd be wrong. Why should I give a fuck about their stupid little group, besides the fact that Slater is in it? No... you see, I did it to help someone, believe it or not. Now how would it look for Reya Serra to make someone as giant as Frank Finelli bleed before he did her? She'll be winning that match... and it'll be forcing her to make her friend and ally shed blood. I'm tainting you, Reya... slowly and surely...
[The shot goes back to the announcer's table, where Vince is all smiles and Jill is glaring hatefully at the tron. The camera pans along the crowd, who angrily shouts at the screen, while Cera simply smiles sweetly. Vince is nearly applauding Cera by this time.]
Vince Walters: I'd let her taint me!
Jill Matthews: I wouldn't touch her with a 40 and a half inch pole...
Vince Walters: A Grinch reference? Really?
Cera: ANYWAY! The next match... well let's just say I couldn't give a fuck what happened to my little... 'sister'. McCann could do what he wanted to her... in a no DQ match. I'm crossing my fingers for her to be 'royally' bludgeoned. This next one though, is different. Aaron Abraham versus King of Pain... I saw it going quite well. There would be much violence and agony along the way here, and it gave me a chance to study Mr Abraham once more in an extreme environment, seeing him hit a House of Pain. Could be quite interesting...
[Pausing, Cera turns her head to the side and contemplates the next two matches, before smirking and moving her feet back to the ground.]
Cera: Barbed Wire Ropes match with Tao Ishida and Jarek Whitaker... that's mostly to watch two guys closer to being 'good' being scratched and bloodied against the barbs. But also, I wanted to see Jarek destroy Ishida in a brutal way. End of story. And the Main Event?? It's one of my favorite kinds of matches... a brutal match involving an electric cage. And who better to place in such a match then a piece of shit imbecile like Shane Sparx... against one of the most extreme men in the federation, Ryan Pugh?
Vince Walters: See?! She has amazing reasoning!
Jill Matthews: It's all spite! It's... it's all for herself!
Cera: Precisely.... though my personal favorite is the Opening bout. Why? Because Jen is my guinea pig...
Jill Matthews: Guinea pig...?
Vince Walters: Wait... does this mean...
Cera: Jen is in that ring to tell me every single detail about Judas Dathan... to memorize his every move to the T. He can't simply change his fighting style in the blink of an eye. Then he wouldn't fight as well, now would he? There's a reason why I'm studying Judas though... I'm sure you all understand it now. Dathan is being watched, recorded... his every move deciphered and plotted againt, via the help of a woman he trusts. Of course, she doesn't realize how much I'm using her as well... but she'll get over it. The question is... will Judas? Yes, Dathan... I am coming for you, and your little title. So if you, by some miracle, defeat Abraham next week.... watch yourself, as you'll be meeting a demon in the ring soon enough...
Vince Walters: Hot damn! Cera's going for the World Title!
Jill Matthews: Well she technically gets a shot after winning the rumble anyway... but is she serious about this?
Vince Walters: Is Cera ever not serious about taking something that'll lift her status and pride?
Jill Matthews: Ugh, she's such an arrogant bitch! I mean, now we know she was just using this event for her own amusement and build!! It was all for herself!
Cera: Jill... what did you expect??
[Cera shoots Matthews a sweet smile, before tossing the papers in her hand behind her shoulder and grabbing her tequila. As she downs the rest of her drink, the door to her makeshift 'office' opens up to reveal none other than Adrien Specter. The crowd pops at Specter's presence, and Vince and Jill look at each other in confusion, before we focus back on the tron. The Baddest Bitch grins wickedly as Specter lifts his gaze to rest on her, and his own eyes cloud over in anger.]
Adrien Specter: Cera...
Cera: The one and only.
Adrien Specter: You called me in here? Why?
Cera: Well Mr Ex-Champion, I've got a little... challenge for you.
[Specter's eyes narrow as he glares at the Baddest Bitch. They stare each other down momentarily, before Adrien exhales slowly and crosses his arms across his broad chest.]
Adrien Specter: Go on...
Cera: I heard that you aren't cashing in your rematch next week at Kamikaze...
Adrien Specter: And...?
Cera: That gives me quite the opportunity... to face you myself.
Adrien Specter: What? Why?
Cera: Simply put... I'd like to see how you possibly defeated Roger Wright twice... was it luck? Or have you actually gotten talented?
Adrien Specter: You weren't saying that when we were fucking a while back, now were you?
[Not reacting to the comment, Cera shakes her head and laughs, before standing up from her chair and going over to Specter. They stare hatefully at each other, before the Baddest Bitch rests her hands in her leather jacket and grins darkly.]
Cera: It's a challenge Specter. You and I... in a Graveyard match.
Jill Matthews: That... that's just cruel!
Vince Walters: As Cera said before... what did you expect?
Adrien Specter: ....fine. I accept. Kamikaze... you and I, in a graveyard match. I'll see you there.
Cera: I'll see you in Hell.
[At these words, Specter whips around and makes his way swiftly from the room, with Cera staring calmly after him, before strolling back to her chair. Plopping down in the big swivel seat, she puts her feet up once more and moves her arms up, locking her hands behind her head as she relaxes and smirks venomously as the scene fades at her final sentence.]
Cera: Let the games begin...
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