Ignite 50 Results

[Roger Wright]

After the opening show credits have concluded, we visualize the inside of the Palais Omnisports Arena in Paris, France, the French crowd ecstatic about Ignite taking place in their nation’s capitol. An array of pyrotechnics shoot up from the stage, being accompanied by lasers and sparklers that bedazzle the excited crowd, finally reaching their colourful ending and leaving the fans responding with cheers. Signs are displayed all around the arena as the camera scan the packed tiers, eventually presenting Jill Matthews and Vince Walters at the announce desk as they set to commentate on this episode.

Jill Matthews: Welcome to Ignite, ladies and gentleman! I am Jill Matthews, here along with my broadcast partner Vince Walters, and we are live from Paris, France on the heels of a successful Kamikaze event! And what an event it was, Vince!

Vince Walters: That’s right, Jill! Two new champions were crowned in Japan, and I have to say the one who deserved it the most was Aaron Abraham, who departed Kamikaze as the NEW Undisputed Champion! This should be Aaron Abraham Appreciation Night in my opinion!

Jill Matthews: And as usual you have your nose buried deep into the rectum of the cRu...

Vince Walters: I’m just being truthful! Judas Dathan put on a great fight, but Abraham ended up victorious in the end. But let’s not also forget that Cera defeated Adrien Specter in a Graveyard Match, Al Envy defeated Vanessa, Ryan Pugh retained the Xtreme Championship against Frank Finelli, and Reya Serra became the Youngblood Champion against Jarek Whitaker in a Strap Match!

Jill Matthews: Those were all valid announcements, Vince, but there was one thing at Kamikaze that I have been thinking about all week, and I’m really hoping that we can get some answers tonight.

The fans quieten down as the event proceeds on schedule, waiting for something to happen or for someone to make an entrance.



And just like that, the sounds of “This Fire Burns” by Killswitch Engage play from the speakers, the crowd booing thunderously throughout the arena as the lights dim. Blue and white strobe lights start to circle the stage area until they scatter and spread across the shadowed arena, pyrotechnics shooting off as the song reaches its metal opening. Fog slowly creeps its way down the ramp from the entrance way, and it isn’t long until we see Matt Slater methodically walking out onto the stage, decorated in his wrestling attire and having a satisfied smirk on his face.

Vince Walters: Well I guess you don’t need to wait long, Jill, because Matt Slater is coming out now!

Tom Davis: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome ... MATT SLATER!

Slater ignores the crowd as they boo loudly once more, strolling down the ramp as the fans at the barrier try to avoid any contact with him. Eventually Slater reaches the ring and uses the stairs to get onto the apron, feeding his way through the ropes and touring around the squared confines until he ascends his favourable turnbuckle. He looks around before he raises his arms, the crowd negating his presence in their typical French tongue, some of which sounds English but they are hard to decipher amongst the booing public.

Jill Matthews: If there was ever a reason to resent this man, I have one. He brutalized and bludgeoned Judas Dathan before Kamikaze went off the air, and departed just as Vanessa and Reya Serra ran down to Judas’ aid. The question is why ... why did he do it?

Vince Walters: Look, he’s getting a microphone.

After Slater has descended the turnbuckle and has taken hold of a live microphone, the lights return to normal and he stands in the center of the ring, basking in the negativity that is ushered towards him. Slater’s expression has now become stoic, keeping his head fixated on one area of the arena as the chants fail to stop, not allowing him time to speak.

Jill Matthews: These fans are making it known how they feel about him, and I don’t blame them. He shocked us all, and he turned his back on everything that he could have achieved in time.

Vince Walters: Or, to balance out that theory, did he simply get rid of what was holding him back and keeping him down?

Slater is finally given the opportunity to speak as the crowd save their breath, raising the microphone to his lips and chuckling slightly.

Matt Slater: You all seem surprised and repulsed to see me here tonight.

The crowd boo again as Slater finishes this sentence, Slater looking around as he patrols the ring.

Jill Matthews: Actually, that raises another point! If I recall, Jesse Styles announced that if Slater showed up at Kamikaze or the Ignite prior, he’d be fired! What gives?

Slater chuckles and smirks again as the crowd start an offensive French chant, walking to the center and raising the microphone to his lips again.

Matt Slater: I guess, for the benefit of those who are too stupid and incompetent to realize this information on their own, I’d better explain the situation.

Vince Walters: You’ve got to admit these French people can be pretty stupid...

Jill Matthews: Shut up, Vince.

Matt Slater: You see, it is true that for two weeks, I was suspended by Jesse Styles. He also made reference to a strict condition that if I should appear at Ignite and Kamikaze without reason, then I’d be fired. Now I was preparing to follow those regulations obediently as I dealt with my depression, which many of you should understand and be aware of, but there was one distinct thing that changed all of that.

Slater adjusts his hooded entrance jacket and looks around again, making sure that everyone is paying attention.

Matt Slater: A week ago, whilst I was staying in New York City, I received a phone call. Not only did I receive a phone call, I also received a corresponding voice mail and a text message from the same person. Those pieces of communication were ignored and neglected because of my depressive state, but after finally being able to cleanse myself, I located that number and phoned the individual back. That individual was the newly appointed Showtime Liaison Officer of New Edge Wrestling, Roger Wright.

The fans in attendance murmur after Slater shares this truthful information, nodding accordingly as he listens to them discuss it in their droves.

Jill Matthews: Well I’ll be...

Vince Walters: Now it’s your turn to be quiet!

Matt Slater: That’s right, Roger Wright contacted me for business dealings, and that just proves that New Edge Wrestling needs me more than I could ever need this company. And what he told me was quite intriguing. Since he shares the same duties as Jesse Styles does, Roger Wright took it upon himself to remove my suspension and make it possible for me to attend Kamikaze without administrative consequences interfering.

Jill Matthews: So that’s why he isn’t fired right now! Roger Wright raised the suspension!

Matt Slater: So you see, it all makes perfect sense why I’d be out here. And just to let you know why I’m currently in my wrestling gear, I’ll be wrestling Kenath Israel in the opening match of this card, which was sanctioned by Roger Wright also prior to my arrival at Kamikaze. But, of course, that isn’t what you people wanted to hear, is it?

The fans boo and start to gloriously chant “Dathan”, Slater’s smirk getting wider after hearing these elicitations.

Matt Slater: I guess you people aren’t as stupid as you make yourselves out to be. Go on, chant his name! Let me hear it loud and clear!

The crowd chant louder and louder with some booing in the background, Slater nearly laughing out loud until he composes himself and speaks into the microphone again.

Matt Slater: Now that’s a name that brings back memories. Judas Dathan, the man who claimed the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship against Adrien Specter, when no one believed he could even win. Judas Dathan, the same man who entered the Main Event of Kamikaze with that championship, and lost that prestigious prize to Aaron Abraham. Judas Dathan, the man who was apparently saved by a Silver Knight when he cleared away the cRu ... only to be brutalized by reality.

The French audience boo thunderously again, Slater seemingly enjoying himself as he recalls his actions that led to the closure of Kamikaze.

Matt Slater: Seriously, what did you people expect me to do? Did you honestly think that I’d congratulate Judas Dathan for winning something that I was screwed twice out of harnessing, even after he continued to succumb unto pain and misery because of his own ignorance and mediocrity? Did you people honestly think that I’d forgive him, even after all the times he showed that he was a deceitful hypocrite, and one who continued to get lucky in crucial matches? Did you people honestly think that I’d let the past go, and allow this new era of Judas Dathan to bloom and flourish, even after all the times I helped him and all the times he turned his back on me? Not that it matters anymore, because Judas Dathan is no longer the Undisputed Champion, and he no longer has anyone to blame ... but himself.

Boos resonate around the arena again as Slater savours their negativity, staying firm as he raises the microphone to his lips again.

Matt Slater: Yet that’s what Judas, the Court, and all of you imbecilic people seem to do. You blame me for conducting his partial demise, leaving him bloodied and battered on the canvas when it was all said and done. But you all seem to be forgetting, with your common ignorance, that I was merely going lightly on Judas. I was sending him a simple message. I didn’t want to permanently injure him, even though I could have. I bashed him over the head with a steel chair, and I gave him a Shockwave. The severity of the damage had been done by Aaron Abraham, and speaking of Abraham, if the cRu had gotten their way, and if I wasn’t able to thwart them off, they’d have left Judas broken and irreparable, to the extent where his wrestling career would be over.

Vince Walters: He’s got a point, Jill.

Jill Matthews: It was still hideous what he did, even if the cRu would have done worse.

Matt Slater: At the end of the day, I saved Judas Dathan yet again, which seems to be a common theme in relation to his personal and professional life. He always needs someone to help him, and when they are just about to aid him, he leaves them moronically, all because he is easily influenced by those who have no redeeming qualities. Judas Dathan is a man who lets his gullible nature get in the way, and he is manipulated for a higher purpose, not to restore what he was. And that’s quite a stretch considering that Judas isn’t really that great of a wrestler to begin with.

Jill Matthews: Oh now that’s far from true! He’s a talented athlete.

Vince Walters: He’s speaking the truth!

Jill Matthews: He’s talking out of his ass, that’s what he’s doing!

Matt Slater: Now, I will openly admit, it was out of jealous rage that I attacked Judas, but let me ask you all a question. How does what I did to Judas Dathan differ from what you all do every day of your pathetic lives?

Jill Matthews: What is he talking about?

Matt Slater: Let me simplify this question with a summarization of sorts. You see, things make us change who we are, and it’s usually because we don’t give a shit, other than to suit ourselves. And do you want to know what the worst thing is? You negate those who have done something similarly cruel and shocking, even though you’ve done it yourself once upon a time, because you want to be a “role model” or that you want to “tutor the next generation properly”. That makes you a hypocrite.

Vince Walters: Hey, he’s right!

Matt Slater: And do you want to know what else makes me hate you people? It’s the fact that you all go around, telling others what to do and how to do things like a decent person with a moral center, merely to go back on your word and do those things anyway. That makes you a complete hypocrite!

Vince Walters: Wow, a complete hypocrite! I’m sure I’ve seen plenty of those!

Matt Slater: And that’s not all. You all act kind-hearted and considerate in front of someone, but once their back is turned, you start to go on about how much you despise and loathe them, which makes you two-faced! Oh, and don’t get me started on being envious and jealous of another person’s success , or being greedy and gluttonous in the grand scheme of things, because let’s face it, each and every one of you want to be greater than everyone else, but you act like you’re acceptable with what you have, even if it differs from what you truly believe and want to change. And you’re the ones booing me, who actually made it clear why I did these things, and didn’t lie about them like a deceitful, hypocritical, two-faced moron would?

The crowd start booing again as Slater finishes this statement on false humility and self-indulgent characteristics, looking around at the people that he knows have done these things and keep it hidden from view.

Vince Walters: This man’s logic is impeccable, and he’s right about it all!

Jill Matthews: This man has just become a narcissistic piece of crap. That’s what he’s become...

Vince Walters: But he’s telling the truth! I’m starting to like this guy again!

Slater lets the crowd unleash their hatred upon him as he shakes his head, wondering what they will do next that makes them out to be contradictory individuals.

Matt Slater: At least I’m man enough to acknowledge my faults, and I’m strong enough to understand that at times I faltered and made stupid decisions. But that just shows how much greater and superior I am to all of you. You all hide behind lies to shield your own incompetence and stupidity, all because you don’t want to appear weak and irresponsible in front of those who act like they are the best thing that happened to this corrupt, morally-famished planet!

The crowd boo viciously at this, Slater looking around bitterly as he views their expressions.

Matt Slater: And you have the audacity to boo me, the man who gives you the truth, the man who is far and away better than you are, and the man who you pay to see just to feel like you matter?! You all make me sick!

Jill Matthews: That’s enough! They get the point you son of a...

Vince Walters: Hey, hey! Don’t attack a man who’s correct about everything! That man deserves a medal, along with Aaron Abraham!

Matt Slater: I should be thanked for what I’ve done, because had it not been for me doing certain things over the past few months, several individuals wouldn’t have been as successful as they were! For now, let’s just say that had I not agreed to Judas Dathan's proposal for me to be his mentor, allowing him the absolute privilege of being tutored by me, a man who is far superior to him in every conceivable way, he’d still be rotting away in the lower divisions of the industry, doubting his own abilities and wondering why nobody likes him. He should be humbled by the fact that I took someone who represented nothing, and I made him into something ... even if it meant hiding his identity at one point, just for him to earn popularity and adulation with the project known as Kristian Krisis. He should be on his hands and knees, weeping for forgiveness after ruining what I gave him out of the kindness of my heart, which he continuously asked for in the first place. And to top it all off, he should be guilty about what made me assault him, because had he simply apologized to me, and granted me the opportunity instead, none of this would have happened.

Jill Matthews: This guy has become an absolute bastard.

The crowd boo heavily as some start to throw trash towards the ring, Slater eyeing a drink carton and kicking it away.

Matt Slater: I hate to be repetitive, but that is the truth, and he should be the one thanking and respecting me, just like all of you should be thanking and respecting me!



Suddenly, “Sorry You’re Not A Winner” by Enter Shikari plays, the crowd booing thunderously again towards the stage, which Slater looks towards curiously. Out from the entrance walks Aaron Abraham, wearing expensively smart attire and holding the Undisputed Championship, which is draped beautifully across his shoulder.

Vince Walters: YES! Here he comes, the man of the hour! Here is the man who deserves the praise and respect more than anyone, and a man that will defeat Adrien Specter and Judas Dathan tonight with Cera! He is the new Undisputed Champion, and the man that will guide New Edge Wrestling to new heights, AARON ABRAHAM! He looks fantastic with that belt, Jill. He definitely looks and feels like he is the only one that matters, and I’m probably not far from the truth.

Jill Matthews: Whatever, Vince. You keep on kissing the cRu’s ass. I’ll just sit here and be unbiased.

Aaron Abraham pauses on the stage as he raises the microphone to his lips, looking at Slater with furrowed eyebrows as he speaks quizzically.

Aaron Abraham: Wow, wow, wow, wow, WOW!

The crowd reign down boos on the stage where AA walks back and forth.

Aaron Abraham: I don't know what happened Matt, buddy, but I'm guessing you didn't get the fucking memo?! See, because ... are you the Undisputed World Champion? No. Are you coming off of the biggest win in your career? No. Have you even done anything worth talking about? Let's think ... No!

Vince Walters: Yeah, you tell him Abraham!

Aaron Abraham: All you actually did was clean up the mess I made when I systematically destroyed Judas Dathan and you've got the audacity to come out here and talk trash about how you're going to be a World Champion? Dude, pe-lease ... I'm quaking in my fucking boots over here with this shiny belt on my shoulder.

With a smirk, Aaron glances down at the Undisputed Title.

Vince Walters: And it looks so fucking good!

Aaron Abraham: The thing is Matt, you have never been good enough to take this belt for your own, and I don't see that changing just because you finally decided to throw your toys out of the pram! I mean, take a look at it, Matt. It’s something you’ll never have, but what are you doing this evening I wonder? Oh yeah, that’s right, tonight you're facing Kenath Israel! Kenath FUCKING Israel ... everybody and their grandmother has beaten that guy! And you come out here acting like you actually mean something to anyone when all you are is a curtain jerker with emotional issues.

Slater appears stoic at what Aaron is saying about him but luckily, AA changes the direction he is going in as he begins to walk down to the ring.

Aaron Abraham: Myself on the other hand, I will step into this ring tonight where I belong ... the Main Event. And I will show Judas Dathan and Adrien Specter that they couldn't beat myself and Cera individually, and they're not going to beat us together either! And then they can both go and cry again! Perhaps Dathan will actually succeed in drinking himself to death too.

The last comment extracts the loudest of all negative reactions from the crowd as Aaron skips up the ring steps and climbs into the ring, now only a few feet from Slater who actually managed a smirk at the last comment.

Aaron Abraham: And when I'm done, I'll show your master that she ain't so fucking tough either when she steps into the ring with me next week. And then she’ll realize that I'm not the same Aaron Abraham I was when she beat me for the Trans-Atlantic Title in what was effectively a drag race!

Vince Walters: Damn right! Aaron got screwed in that match by a stupid stipulation!

Aaron Abraham: Don't believe me Matt? Well give it a week or two and I'll prove it to you. And see, that's the big difference between me and you! You talk a big game but never deliver the goods! I, on the other hand, accomplish what I say I'll accomplish every fucking time, and this proves it!

Abraham raises the Undisputed Championship aloft as the crowd boo, Slater staring at it for a moment before he looks at AA. Suddenly a smirk appears on Slater’s face and he lowers his head, rubbing the part of his hair where the fringe is before looking up and speaking into the microphone.

Matt Slater: That’s great, Aaron, that’s really great. Fantastic even! Your juvenile insults are really coming along this year. Did you learn those from Johnny Stylez on your own or did he have to teach you them like a parent does an infant?

The crowd respond to this quip as Abraham looks slightly irritated, Slater looking around before he concentrates on Aaron.

Matt Slater: I mean, you’re the one that’s starting to act like him, calling people asshats. This is what Aaron Abraham has become ... a menial clone of Johnny Stylez who kisses his and Pugh’s asses whenever he sees fit. And you call Cera my master? Well at least with that logic I’m with a woman. You’re only used to males it seems.

The crowd bellow again as AA starts to lower the championship belt from his shoulder as an indication that he wants to fight, Slater raising his hand to ward him off before he speaks once more.

Matt Slater: Now, with that out of the way, let’s get some truths flowing here. You see, Aaron, you may have that Undisputed Championship on your shoulder, and I might not have won it ... yet, but as I’ve alluded to, all things change. But what was it that allowed you to get the shot at the Undisputed Championship in the first place? Ah yes, it was the Golden Contract Briefcase. You remember that, don’t you?

Abraham simply looks at Slater without flinching or scowling, knowing where Slater is going with this.

Matt Slater: And who was the person that you faced to clench that accessory at Cold Front in a TLC Match? It was me, and I’ll admit that you got the better of me on that night. But Aaron, who was actually the one that idealized and got the Golden Contract sanctioned as a reward for the victor? Oh that’s right, it was me!

The crowd boo as Abraham stares a hole through Slater, Slater standing his ground as this starts to get intense.

Matt Slater: Had it not been for me, you wouldn’t have won the Golden Contract Briefcase, thus cashing it in for Kamikaze, thus defeating Judas Dathan at Kamikaze to win the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship. It all makes sense, doesn’t it? But let’s go back further, shall we? You see, Aaron, had I not injured you at Justice 3 inside the Terrordome, you wouldn’t have made it your mission to get revenge against me, which led to that TLC Match at Cold Front, which led to the briefcase, which led to Kamikaze...

Aaron Abraham: Damn, you talk too much!

The crowd elicit cheers as AA and Slater glare at each other, starting to close the distance as Abraham takes a few steps forward.

Aaron Abraham: Yeah, that might be true, but at least I won the Undisputed Championship, and kicked your ass on the road to winning it! In fact, why don’t we repeat history, and I can hand you your ass right now?

Matt Slater: I’m sure you’d love that, but you see that’s not going to happen. You’re better off concentrating on your little Main Event Match this evening, because if what you want to transpire in this ring right now does unfold, you won’t even be able to make it to the Main Event.

The two go back and forth without the use of microphones, the crowd wanting them to fight and damage each other beyond repair.

Jill Matthews: These two are not backing down, and these fans want to see them fight!

Vince Walters: Damn it, I’m torn now! I love Abraham, but I’m also starting to love Slater too! I just can’t decide here!



Just as AA and Slater get nose to nose, “Amazing” by Kanye West blasts from the speakers, and the crowd go berserk! As Abraham and Slater break their gaze and look to the entrance way, Dathan rushes out wielding a steel chair, the fans going crazy as he dashes to the ring, not wasting any time!

Jill Matthews: It’s Judas Dathan, and he’s coming for Aaron Abraham and Matt Slater!

Vince Walters: He’s a lunatic! Get away!

Slater, doing the smart thing, heads out of the ring and finds solace over the barricade near a group of security guards, AA finding room near the announce desk as Dathan slides into the ring. A crowd of security guards and referees come out as Dathan beckons them to get in the ring, the fans chanting his name all the while!

Jill Matthews: And look at those two, being cowards by exiting the ring!

Vince Walters: They’re being smart! They know that Judas is a screw loose, and they don’t want to be on the receiving end of this madman’s attack!

Jill Matthews: You’re so full of it, Vince!

Dathan demands a microphone and is given one hastily, still gripping the chair tightly as he seethes into the microphone, the crowd still going ballistic for the former Undisputed Champion.

Judas Dathan: You see this chair, Matt? You see this? This dried blood? This sweat on the end of it, the end you held? This is the exact same chair you busted open my head last week, the same chair that you decided to throw all your self respect on before smashing it over my head. And this chair, though it's only a chair, it's seen more punishment than little bitches like AA have seen.

Dathan looks over to Aaron who is holding his title belt high in the air mouthing, 'I beat you'. Dathan looks at him with a look of arrogance and humor before raising the microphone up to his face and putting his eyes back on Slater and then to AA again.

Judas Dathan: Yeah, I'm talking to you, champ. You took my belt, and I'm going to be wanting it back soon, okay? Sure, you have Cera next week, but truth be told, I don't care if I have to beat you, or if I have to beat Ms. Slater's mistress. I don't care if I have to kick X's teeth down his throat to get that belt, it's mine, and it's about time I've taken it back.

Vince Walters: Will this guy shut up?

Jill Matthews: He's one of NEW's few loose cannons. And he's entertaining as hell! More importantly...he's right! He's a desperate man, he tried to kill himself, and the betrayal of Slater? That's cold...

Vince Walters: So what? You gonna give him sympathy sex?

Jill Matthews: He's closer to getting some than the pizza boy who masturbates using super glue, that being yourself...

Dathan lifts up the almost sacred chair and sits on the turnbuckle, facing Slater. Pulling out a red sharpie, he begins writing the word 'REVENGE' on the white chair. The camera zooms in so the fans can see the words on the titantron.

Judas Dathan: You see, Matt. I know things about you that you don't know. I know weaknesses you've yet to mend. And you may have beaten me, but I've come out improved each time. It's about time you get your ass kicked in that ring. It's about time I teach you a lesson in respect or honor, the one thing you could never teach me.

Dathan points to his waist before making the title belt motion with one arm while holding up a chair with another arm. Staring intently at the dangerous duo, a smirk crosses his face before his music hits.

Jill Matthews: This grudge is far from over between Judas Dathan, Aaron Abraham and Matt Slater, but we need to take a quick commercial break ladies and gentleman! We’ll be back to see Matt Slater take on Kenath Israel in the opening bout! Don’t go away!

Vince Walters: Just get Judas away before it starts! He’ll kill us all!

[Roger Wright]

Matthews: Welcome back to Ignite everyone, officials have cleared the ring and we are ready to get going with the first match of the night. Matt Slater versus Kennath Israel, a match apparenlty booked by Roger Wright last week before Kamikaze was even over.

Walters: What a move it was too, Roger lifted the suspension of Matt Slater, and then booked him to a match. I am starting to like this guy having power.

Matthews: Why don't you go to his office and suck up to him some more Vince?



Darkness consumes most of the arena except for the entrance as the crowd boo loudly, blue and white strobe lights circling around in stationary motion as "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage plays over these dreary scenes. Soon enough the lights scatter and spread across the shadowed tiers of the arena in rhythm, an array of pyrotechnics shooting off as the song reaches its metal opening. As fog rolls from the entrance way and down the ramp, Matt Slater walks out slowly from behind the curtain, bearing a stoic expression on his face. He slowly walks onto centre stage and stands relaxed with his head bowed, listening to the repetitive drum and bass chords that resound from the speakers. Slowly raising his head up, Slater exhales slowly, taking a methodical stride down the ramp without rushing as he walks through the fog, the lights sweeping all around him that create an atmospheric scene one can only truly experience live in the arena.

After a while of walking, Slater reaches the ringside area and uses the stairs to ascend onto the apron, walking alongside it slowly as he brushes his hand across the ropes. Looking around momentarily with pure loathing, Slater steps through the ropes and graces across the ring, walking to the far turnbuckle and mounting its formations. Slater glances out at the crowd without raising his arms or doing any kind of gesturing motion, simply surveying those who boo his presence. After a short while Slater climbs down and walks back to the center of the ring, ready and willing to take on his opponent without showing them any gratification or his patented smirk.

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, MATT SLATER!!!!!



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 youI 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 Krayzeeas 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.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, KENNATH ISRAEL!!!!!!

Matthews: Well here we go with the opening bout of the night, Kennath Israel getting the biggest opportunity of his career here in the NEW, facing off against what many are calling the turncoat of the court, Matt Slater.

Walters: Turncoat? Come on he did what we all knew in our hearts he needed to do. I applaud him for making the right decision and pushing forward with his career and not being held down, or holding up those other bottom dwellers in the court.

Locking up in the middle of the ring, Israel immediately uses his height and strength advantage and shoves Slater to a seated position, forcing Slater to scramble to the corner and use the ropes to pull himself up. Moving forward Slater and Israel again lock up collar to elbow, and again Israel takes the upper hand, shoving Slater back into the far corner. Once more Slater pulls himself up with the help of the ropes. This time as Slater moves forward towards Israel, he stops short of locking up and delivers a knee to the mans mid section, followed by a series of left’s and right’s that drives the big man back into the corner.

Matthews: Slater unleashing that mean side that we all saw last week when he brutally attacked Dathan. He has Israel backed into the corner and is really laying into him with those left and rights.

Walters: This is what we all wanted to see, Slater is showing the world he isn’t a damn push over, he is taking the fight to the bigger man, the stronger man, and really working Israel over good in that corner.

Grabbing Israel by the arm, Slater drags him from the corner for an Irish whip, but Israel counters the move, instead sending Slater chest first into the corner from which Israel previously occupied. Charging in Israel slams chest first into the back of Slater, Matt stumbling out of the corner right into a vicious clothesline that nearly plants him into the matt. Immediately Israel covers Slater for the pin.
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Matthews: What a turn of events, Slater was putting the screws to Israel and now Slater is on the matt nearly beaten by that brutal clothesline. Israel seems to have taken full control of this one with nothing more than his sheer strength and size.

Walters: Oh come on Jill, you and I both know it is going to take more than a clothesline to take Slater out of this one, although it was impressive to say the least.

With both hands around his head, Israel drags Slater to his feet. Quickly he scoops the man into the air and slams him hard onto his back, dropping a brutal knee to the chest of Slater before again going for the pin fall.
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Matthews: Israel has Slater on the ropes and he knows it, he is pulling out all the stops to get this one over and you can just see the focus in his eyes. He came to fight tonight and he knows the opportunity that this is.

Walters: Oh come on, get up Slater. Jesus this will be a damn travesty if Slater let’s Israel win, a god damn travesty.

Grabbing Slater by the head again, Israel drags the man to his feet and flings him back first into the corner. Charging in Israel is met with a boot to the face by Slater, momentarily stunning the big man. Hopping to the second rope, Slater leaps off grabbing Israel around the neck and twisting the man into the ground with a DDT. With Israel on his back, Slater drapes his arm across him, the ref dropping down for the pin count.
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Matthews: That right there is how fast things can change in the NEW, Israel was in full control and now slater nearly scored the pin fall victory.

Walters: Yeah and it looks like Slater is going to get to his feet first, which is definitely bad for Israel.

On his feet, Slater turns to find Israel stumbling to his feet. Taking off he grabs the man around the head at a full run and swings him around, hitting a swinging neck breaker on him in the middle of the ring. Quickly back to his feet, Slater waits as Israel slowly tries to pull himself and up, then finally as Israel is on his feet Slater delivers a kick to the gut. Tucking the mans head under, Slater grabs the waist band of Israel’s pants and hefts the man into the air with a snap suplex, rolling over he puts a forearm to the face of Israel as he pins him.
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Matthews: Oh wow, did you see that Vince? I can’t believe that Slater was able to suplex Israel like that, and for sure thought that was the end of the match right there.

Walters: I have to agree with your assessment there Jill. I thought this one was over after that stunning display of strength and technique we just saw.

Frustrated, Slater slams his fist into the matt before getting to his feet, and helping Israel to his feet as well. Grabbing the arm of Israel, slater slings the man across the ring, leaping into the air on his return and hitting him in the face with a flying forearm, knocking Israel off of his feet to his back. Pausing for a moment, Slater watches as Israel uses the ropes to get to his feet, as the man turns Slater moves in for ths strike, as he wraps up Israel around the waist, Slater attempts to lift him off of his feet for a belly to belly suplex, but Israel slams his head into matt’s head.

Matthews: Belly to belly suplex, wait Israel with a head butt, and another one, and Slater is groggy and stumbling backwards.

Walters: No, damnit where did this burst of energy come from. No stop him Slater, stop him!

Lunging forward, Israel plants Slater with a clothesline and jumps back to his feet. Dashing across the ring to the ropes, Israel leaps into the air bringing his full weight down on the chest of slater as the man is prone on the matt. Once more Israel gets to his feet, this time dragging Slater to the corner and lifting the man off the matt and placing him back first into the corner. Climbing to the middle rope, he delivers a series of ten punches to the head of Slater and lets the man stumble out of the corner towards the middle of the ring. Bursting out of the corner, Israel slams his shoulder into the stomach of Slater, spearing the man to the matt.

Matthews: Drive by!!!! He just hit Slater with the drive by and it looks like he is waiting, waiting for Slater to get to his feet so he can hit the K-5

Walters: Roll away Slater, get out of the ring, don’t get up!

Matthews: Can you be any more one sided Vince?

Walters: Hey at least I’m not a tease, I tell people what I like instead of stringing them along the whole damn time.

Knees bent, hands on them, Israel watches as Slater slowly brings himself to his feet and turns to face him. Snatching him, Israel tosses the man onto the back of his shoulders, but Slater sensing the move manages to grab the nearby top rope, preventing Israel from hitting the K-5. Instead Israel lifts Slater up into the air as high as he can, Slater still clutching the rope, and lets him go, the neck of Slater slamming into the top rope. As Slater clutches his neck and turns around, Israel picks the man up and brutally delivers a spine buster to him in the middle of the ring. Dropping down he hooks the right leg and goes for the pin on Slater.
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Matthews: He barely got the shoulder up, Israel almost nearly got the win right there, but slater got the shoulder up at the last second.

Walters: Thank God!!!!!

Bringing Slater to his feet, Israel lifts him into the air for a suplex, and pauses with Slater completely vertical over his head. For a long minute he holds him in the air, walking around the ring showing off the hold to all of the crowd. Just as he is about to bring Slater down, Matt manages to shift his weight enough to twist out of the hold, grabbing Israel’s head and slamming hit to the matt as he falls out of the hold.

Matthews: What a counter by Slater! And he is going for the pin. There’s 1, and two, NO Israel got the shoulder up!

Walters: Man that was close, and both men seem to be feeling the effects of this match. But Slater is first to his feet.

As Israel is getting to his feet, Slater turned around and nailed an uppercut. The crowd let out a collective boo as Slater spun the man who clutched at his throat around and delivered the Shockwave on him in the middle of the ring, dropping down Slater covers Israel, hooking the mans right leg.
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Tom Davis: Here is your winner, MATT SLATER!!!!!

[Roger Wright]

As “This Fire burns” by Killswitch Engage blares through the PA system, the fans boo Matt Slater, the man only smiling in return. Up the ramp, Israel is helped by officials, walking with a limp.

Matthews: Look at his arrogance, he is a changed man, and not for the better if you ask me. I think we have all witnessed the end of what was once a great man, the only thing left a shell.

Walters: Speak for yourself, I think we are looking at a man who could be a serious threat to Aaron Abraham for the Undisputed title.

Images on the NEWtron flash to Judas Dathan who is walking with a purpose in the back hallways, the steel chair still being clutched by his right hand. Making a turn we can see the stage curtains and in a moment the music in the arena comes to a screeching halt as Judas emerges from behind the curtain the chair in hand.

Inside the ring Slater smiles at him, almost trying to egg Judas on as he approaches. Halfway down the ramp, Judas is stopped by NEW security, the group of men forming a barrier between Judas and the ring.



The fans erupt in a mixture of cheers and boos as Roger Wright steps out from behind the curtain, his freshly tailored suit clashing with the goatee and long hair. For a moment he pauses on the stage and shakes his head, eyes fixated down the ramp towards Judas, then moving slowly to Matt Slater.

Matthews: I think we are about to get some answers from Roger Wright on what exactly has transpired here as of late.

Walters: It’s about time my new favorite Co-Owner came out and laid down the law.

Wright: It would appear to me that there is some bad blood here between the two of you. So why don’t the two of you settle it like men.

The crowd erupts at Roger’s words. Judas becomes visibly animated with excitement, Slater simply stands in the ring with a completely careless look on his face.

Wright: Earlier in the week I offered Adrien Specter his rematch for the Undisputed World title at Convicted, sadly he declined, leaving the Undisputed Champion without an opponent at this time, and I think we all know that will just not fly in the NEW. Now Judas I know you have a rematch clause, but when and where is my discretion. So with that said, next week, Slater versus Judas Dathan, winner will face Aaron Abraham at convicted.

Matthews: What an announcement, Judas versus Slater, for the right to face the NEW Undisputed Champion at Convicted. Man next week is shaping up to be a huge event!

Walters: Yeah, and I can’t wait to see Slater wipe that smug smile off of the face of Judas next week and take the mans shot at the Undisputed World title.

Both men turn to face each other, smiles gracing their faces as the crowd goes wild in the arena.

Wright: Oh, and it will be in a Hell in a Cell!

Turning away Roger drops the microphone and walks off the stage, the crowd screaming as the show goes to commercial break, Judas and Slater just staring at each other.

[Roger Wright]

[The scene cuts backstage to the sound of fighting, and the camera pans along the halls and into a dressing room, where benches and such have been moved out of the way. The room is open now, and in the middle are two women who look to be in a match of sorts. The one in a leather jacket swings her leg out for a hard spin kick, which is dodged by the other woman, this one in white. The leather-clad woman pulls back from a superkick via the other, and smirks.]

Cera: You've gotten better.

Reya: *brushing a strand of hair from her face* I have fought in many battles, and with the Lord's help have grown stronger.

Cera: Or maybe it was just you fighting a shitload of people and had nothing to do with your 'god'?

Reya: *shakes her head* The Lord is my strength, Cera.

Cera: Yeah yeah, whatever floats your bible thumping boat I suppose.

[She stops their training and goes to a locker in the room, grabbing a couple water bottles, tossing one to the other woman. Reya catches it and unscrews the cap, looking at Cera curiously as she yanks off her jacket and stands in her torn tanktop.]

Cera: Hmm... where did my tequila go....?

Reya: You would drink before your match? That is not a good idea, Cera.

Cera: You're too.... good... *glances over shoulder at Reya* ...it's almost creepy.

Reya: *smiles slightly* Creepy? You are one to talk, Cera.

[The Baddest Bitch laughs and nods in agreement, before pulling out her phone and texting an unknown recipient. She then strolls past Reya and starts situating her dressing room as she speaks.]

Cera: Now Reya... we both know I'm using you...

Reya: We have an agreement. An equal trade-off. I would not consider it using me.

Cera: For what I want, it is. You're the one who has chosen to make a deal with the devil.

Reya: I have already told you that I refuse to make deals with the devil, Cera...

Cera: You've made a deal with me, have you not?

Reya: Yes, but you are not...

[But Cera puts her hand up to silence Reya, before plopping down on a bench and crossing one leg over the other, and folding her hands atop. Smiling in a sweet, yet rather evil way, the Baddest Bitch stares right into Reya's eyes.]

Cera: I do need your help though, with Jen. I heard about her being in PCW. I'm rather suspicious.

Reya: So what is it that I can do about that? *makes her way over to Cera*

Cera: *smirks* Judas is in the Court, along with you. And we both know Jen will go wherever her 'Judas-kins' will. All you need to do is 'overhear' them. Or maybe you could go on a double date with Chip? *winks*

[Reya turns red as a tomato and shakes her head for a moment, before frowning and putting her things into her bag.]

Reya: I would rather not betray Judas, despite him having done so a while back. I would not like to take such a low road.

Cera: Eh? It isn't betrayal, Reya. And trust me, I know all about that. It's simply listening in or chatting about Jen nonchalantly. She is your friend as well, so it looks completely normal to question about her.

Reya: I suppose you have a point. But I would think there is more to do to help other than speak with Judas and Jen. What about those videos?

Cera: *frowns slightly* Well... first.... have you been being followed...? By a man who kinda stays in the shadows?

Reya: *freezes and stares at Cera* Yes.... yes I have.

Cera: ...as have I. Reya... you don't know much about your past, do you? *when Reya shakes her head, Cera sighs* Neither do I... I mean, I do... but some things it feels like I've almost blocked out. But I always remember this one little girl. She's always there... and she was in the Ring Around the Rosie Home Video.

Reya: The one with brown hair? In the video with you and Vanessa in it...

Cera: *lifts her eyes and nods* Yes... that girl is the link to figuring out who's fucking with us, and why. We'll do more research on her sometime later though, you have a match to get to... and win. *grins*

[Reya also smiles and looks at the clock on the wall, before turning to leave after saying farewell. But Cera hops to her feet and goes over to Reya, grabbing her by the shoulder and turning her around.]

Cera: One last thing... where did you get that?

[She points to the necklace that is around Reya's neck, that is in the shape of a shield. Reya grasps it in her hand and gives Cera a bewildered look.]

Reya: Jen... gave it to me.

Cera: I see... *glances at door* You should go find your little brat friend Paxar. *grins* And good luck... kick his ass.

Reya: *looking a bit bewildered* I... will certainly give it my all. And good luck in your match as well. *smiles* As well as the title match next week!

Cera: *smirks* I won't need luck. Neither of us do, not with what we can do. But even so... thanks anyway... we'll talk later.

Reya: God speed, Cera.

[Reya flashes Cera one last small smile before running off to find Paxar. The Baddest Bitch watches her leave, before the smirk fades into a scowl as she slams her fist into the wall next to the doorway, staring hatefully down at the ground.]

Cera: Jen... that fucking brat... why... and how...? That necklace... was my father's...

[The scene fades with Cera straightening and grabbing her things, leaving the dressing room and moving swiftly down the hall...]

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: This next match is a standard singles match, scheduled for one fall! First to the ring, weighing in at 135lbs and billed from Los Angeles, California... she is the Herald of Holiness and your YoungBlood Champ, Reya Serra!



[The music begins playing as all-white pyro goes off at the top of the ramp. As it dissipates,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.]

Jill Matthews: Here's a woman who's a strong competitor to anyone!

Vince Walters: Wasn't she the only one in the Court to get a win last week?

Jill Matthews: Reya's been on a roll, Vince. She's done nothing but impress since she's gotten here, and last week was no different. She now has her YB title back, and I can see her putting it to good use!

Vince Walters: But first she has to rid the ring of some trash.

Jill Matthews: Are you actually rooting for the Court, Vince?

Vince Walters: I plead the fifth...

Tom Davis: Next to the ring, weighing in at 210lbs and billed from Columbus, Ohio... he is the Playboy, Matt McMattio!



[Pink Pyro and Fireworks fly into the air as a blue playboy logo blinks on and off. We see Matt wearing shades as he comes out from the curtain. He takes them off and gives them to a young female in the audience. He then walks down to the ring and blows kisses to the fans, before going through the ropes to prepare one last time before his match.]

Jill Matthews: And the bell rings, signalling the start of this match! Matt is first to bolt forward and hit a strong running clothesline, which only barely makes contact with Reya!

Vince Walters: She's pretty flexible, bending out of the way like that. Wonder if she's like that in bed hehe

Jill Matthews: She's a good, decent Christian girl Vince, for fuck's sake. So no one would know.

Vince Walters: Except Chip Shiller...

Jill Matthews: Let's not get into Reya's sex life, and focus on her kicking ass?

Vince Walters: Yeah, but she's against the one who defeated her precious Queen... how bout them apples?

Jill Matthews: Doesn't look like it affects her much, as she's hit McMattio with a strong Reya Light. Very nicely executed superkick!

[McMattio falls back, and is suddenly met with ANOTHER Reya Light! Serra doesn't stop there though, as she moves swiftly forward and hits a nice roundhouse kick! Matt falls to the mat, but as Reya moves towards him he slams his foot into her shin, making her drop to her knees! McMattio then scrambles to his feet and yanks Reya up, lifting her to hit a DDT!]

Vince Walters: Oh c'mon man, there's way better things to do with Reya Serra on her knees!

Jill Matthews: Oh my god, really Vince?

Vince Walters: HEY! That's taking the lord's name in vain Jill! Have some fucking class!

Jill Matthews:.......

[Meanwhile in the ring, Reya has rolled to her feet and is sharing punches with McMattio. His connects and she falls against the corner, but when he goes for his McTap, he only spears the corner as Serra dodges. Reya then waits for McMattio to turn around and rush at her, before hitting a clean swinging neckbreaker. Upon the impact of her 'Amorka', Reya then moves to the turnbuckle. Climbing atop, she seems to say a small prayer, before jumping off for a 360 shooting star press!]

Jill Matthews: Very nice move from Reya there! She's fighting cleanly and looking good out there!

Vince Walters: I'll say! Though I think someone should get a hose or something... that white shirt needs a little wetting.

Jill Matthews: You're going to Hell Vince.

Vince Walters: See ya there Sweet cheeks.

[Reya goes for the pin, but only gets to 2 as Matt gets a shoulder up. McMattio manages to get to his feet and hits his McTap this time, slamming Serra into the corner. Her cry of pain echoes through the arena as her back is slammed into the turnbuckle. Matt then grabs Reya around the waist as she's bent over in pain, going to lift her. She rolls up and is on his shoulder's now, and McMattio stumbles back slightly until they reach the corner. Reya moves onto the corner from Matt's shoulders and as Matt moves forward slightly, regaining his composure, he turns around to be met with the Herald jumping off of the turnbuckle to hit a tornado DDT!]

Jill Matthews: What a show of talent from Reya there! And she got a strong Serra's Blessing in as well!

Vince Walters: Man... his face was right in between her legs...

Jill Matthews: Oh for fuck's sake....

[Reya moves to her feet and backs off for a moment, waiting for McMattio to get to his feet, before she bolts at him and hits a high knee, which Matt dodges and swings around for a a kick of his own, which Reya ducks under!! Serra takes a step back and as McMattio turns to face her, she hits a hard enziguri! McMattio stumbles against the ropes, but holds his head and moves forward once more. But Reya then stands beside his wavering body, locks her leg around his, and hits a russian leg sweep!]

Jill Matthews: Call to Arms! Reya's hitting great moves, and showing her real wrestling ability!

Vince Walters: McMattio's been getting some good moves in too, surprisingly. The fucker's not too bad himself!

Jill Matthews: That's true! He's even managed to move out of the way right then from Reya's elbow drop! Matt's on his feet again, and Reya's in pain again!

[McMattio lifts Reya to her feet and hits a strong right to her face! Serra falls back, holding her now red cheek in shock as Matt then slams his foot into her abdomen! Serra doubles over, but when McMattio moves forward, she jumps up with a high knee! Reya then backs up, then runs forward and hits a swift scorpion kick to her foe!! The crowd goes ballistic as McMattio drops down, holding his head in obvious agony, as Reya stares confidently down at him. The crowd chant her name as Serra then pulls McMattio to his feet and turns him around, locking his arms and hitting her Decree of Justice!]

Jill Matthews: Did... did Reya just use Cera's Xtreme Speed??

Vince Walters: I heard they were training together before! Except hers wasn't as vicious and merciless as Cera's...

Jill Matthews: Reya's not like that... but she has the talent to use such an impressive move! And now it's gotten her the win, along with her Decree of Justice! She drops for the pin!

1...

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3!!

Tom Davis: Your winner via pinfall... the Herald of Holiness, Reya Serra!!

[Roger Wright]

Jill Mathews: And as we welcome you back to Monday Night Ignite, we have our former undisputed champion making his way to the ring.

Vince Walters: For fuck sake, what does this guy want?

Jill Mathews: Well Adrien faces off against Cera and Aaron Abraham later tonight with Judas Dathan as his partner, all competitors for the World Championship, perhaps this is him declairing when he’ll select to cash in his rematch.

As Adrien climbs into the ring, he gets handed a mic as the crowd cheers, before he raises his hand, quieting them down so he can speak.

Adrien Specter: Well…it’s been a crazy few weeks hasn’t it. I won the world title at Hollows Night Fight, lost it two weeks later to Judas, who then lost it himself to Aaron Abraham. And tonight we’re all in a tag match with Cera, who will be facing Abraham for the title next week…Now as I’ve shown the world title is in a bit of disarray, it keeps swapping hands, no one is really impressing once they have the belt…So I’ve been asked a lot this week as to when I’ll be cashing in my rematch for the World title…

The crowd goes quiet in anticipation.

Adrien Specter: And the answer is…I’m not.

The crown begins to boo him, as he attempts to calm them down once again.

Adrien Specter: Now I know a lot of you are upset with this decision. Believe me, the thought of Cera as our world champion fills me with fear for all the wrong reasons…But the fact is I have enough faith in Judas, as The Court’s Bishop, to rise up just like he did against me, and claim that world title once again.

The crowd cheers at Judas’s name, as Adrien continues.

Adrien Specter: However, now that I’ve not got the world title to worry about…the question on everyone’s lips is “what’s next for Specter?”…Well there’s gonna be a few changes coming, I can promise you that much. Firstly, I hope to be married in the near future…Oh, and speaking of which, Vanessa, I know you’re watching in the back. Just wanted to know I love you, and I’m still waiting on your answer.

Adrien winks at the camera as the crowd begins chanting “marry him”, before they go quiet once again as Adrien raises his mic to his lips.

Adrien Specter: And another change is a more…well, physical one. The man you see before you won’t be around for much longer. Because I’m taking a few weeks off, and I’m gonna get myself fixed up. When I first came into this federation, I was bright, hopeful, and looking for a challenge. Now…now I’m kind of a freak show. I have difficulty looking myself in the mirror yeah day, and after every fight I have I gain another scar that just continues to send me down this road. But that’s gonna change. I’m gonna take a few weeks off, and have my body cleansed of all the wrongs that I’ve done to it. But when I get back, I’ve got something in mind as to what’s next for Adrien Specter.

I’ve been thinking back and forth about what title I’m going to go for. And regardless that I’m not going for the world title anymore, I’ve still got a shot at any title I choose. Now the question is who do I decide to go against. Do I take on Pugh for his Xtreme title? What about Reya, a member of The Court? The Youngblood title has always had a special place in my heart, and maybe what I need to rekindle the fire inside is a little trip back down to where it all began for me. But I’ve decided to go a different route.

Shane Sparx…I’m coming for you buddy. That TA title around your waist…me and it have some history. I’ve destroyed my body more than a few times at the chance of having that belt, and then when I finally get my hands on it it’s stripped away from me by some cRu assholes who think they know better. I know you’re currently undefeated in this run you’ve had, but I’ve taken title from you before. And I intend to do it again.

The crowd cheers at Adrien’s announcement, and the thought of a rubber match between Sparx and Specter.

Adrien Specter: And so this is how it’s gonna go Shane. I’m gonna take my two weeks off. I’m gonna get myself mentally and physically ready to strip you of that title. And when I get back I’m gonna prove that you’re not as untouchable as everything thinks you are. And I’ll be walking away as the Two Time TA Champion.

Adrien drops the mic, waving to the crowds as he climbs out the ring, and up to the back, slapping the hands of fans as he goes.

Jill Mathews: What an announcement! Adrien Specter going for the Trans Atlantic Championship when he returns at Convicted!

Vince Walters: Good thing he didn’t go for the Xtreme belt, otherwise Pugh would have to destroy his new face when he gets back.

Jill Mathews: Well putting your bias aside, before he takes his break he’s got to fight in our main event! Aaron Abraham and Cera Vs. Judas Dathan and Adrien Specter, that’s coming up later tonight!

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following match is a singles match, scheduled for one fall! The first to the ring, weighing 285lbs and standing six and a half feet tall, he hails from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and is known simply as the Executioner.... Frank Finelli!!



[As the music begins to play 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 can never get over how big he is...

Vince Walters: I'll show you big Jill...

Jill Matthews: Three inches isn't exactly what I'd call 'big', Vince...

Vince Walters: ...hey it's not the size that counts!

Jill Matthews: It might in this match... Finelli is a huge guy, not that Rivers is tiny. But we'll see how this works as an advantage or not! Here comes Christian!

Tom Davis: And his opponent... weighing in at 237lbs and hailing from Memphis, Tennessee... he is Christian Rivers!



[Rivers walks down to the ring in his sleeveless white under shirt, his gun holster with his .45 snapped securely in. He walks up the ring steps, and enters the ring through the middle rope and stretches preparing himself for a war. Finelli smirks at Rivers and they both step forward, awaiting the match's start. Signaling just that, the bell rings!]

Jill Matthews: And with that, the match begins! Both men lurch forward to lock up, and Rivers twists out and knees Frank in the middle! He's grabbed him and swung him into the ropes!

Vince Walters: How the fuck he could move that mountain is beyond me, but Finelli uses the action for momentum for his own move!

[Bouncing off the ropes, Finelli goes for a hard clothesline, but Rivers ducks and runs at the ropes, bouncing off himself and hitting Frank with a bulldog! He then hops up and proceeds to stomp out his foe! Finelli finally moves out of the way, rolling to his feet, only to be met with a spear by Rivers, into the corner!]

Vince Walters: Rivers has quickly grabbed control of this match!

Jill Matthews: Not for long! Frank just slammed his foot into his oncoming opponent! That had to hurt!

Vince Walters: Well no shit Jill. A boot to the stomach usually does.

Jill Matthews: Shut up Vince.

[Meanwhile in the ring, Finelli has now charged at Rivers and hit him with reverse neckbreaker, then dragged him back up, grabbed him, and hit a running powerbomb! Rivers squirms on the ground, and Frank takes a breather for a moment, before going to drop down, only for Rivers to roll out of the way and scramble to his feet! He bolts at Frank and knocks him over with a baseball slide, then moves to his downed opponent and applies a triangle choke!]

Vince Walters: Rivers has Finelli again!

Jill Matthews: Yes but Frank is struggling... and he's powered out of the move! He's grabbing Christian and yanking him to his feet, throwing him to the ropes!

Vince Walters: And Rivers uses the ropes to hit a springboard dropkick! And Finelli falls forward as Rivers runs at him!

Jill Matthews: He swings his leg up for a high kick, and connects with Finelli's head! Frank's against the ropes now, and Rivers pulls him back before jumping up and grabbing his head for a hard faceplant! He goes for the pin...

1...

2-

[Rivers barely gets to the two count as Finelli gets a shoulder up, and manages to get to his feet. Christian bolts at Frank again, but Finelli is prepared now as he grabs his oncoming opponent and hits a spinning spinebuster! But he doesn't stop there, as Frank then yanks Rivers up and hits a backbreaker!! Rivers lays on the ground as Finelli drops down for the count, only to get to 2 when Christian gets a leg up and suddenly slams it into Frank's shin! Caught off guard, Finelli rolls off of his foe and Rivers rushes to his feet and drops down for a hard elbow drop onto the face of Frank!]

Vince Walters: Well at least he didn't aim lower...

Jill Matthews: Still, an elbow to the face has got to be painful! And Christian is taking advantage of his opponent's downed position to climb a turnbuckle! He jumps off and hits a swanton bomb!

Vince Walters: Huh... not a bad move right there! Looks like Finelli's fucked!

Jill Matthews: Not necessarily! Just as Christian went for another pin, Finelli grabbed him by the head and slammed River's face on the mat while laying down! Wow!

Vince Walters: I sit corrected...

[Finelli stands and pulls Rivers to his feet. Christian hits a clubbing fist, only to be met with the same move but ten times harder. Rivers stumbles back from the impact, and Frank moves forward, hits a couple of powerful chops to the chest of his foe, before moving swiftly forward to hit a wicked forearm smash! Rivers falls to the ground, but swings his leg out to trip up Frank. They both move to their feet at the same time, and Rivers moves forward to hit a hard high knee, but Finelli responds with a hard right, slamming right into his foes jaw! He then gets hold of Rivers....]

Vince Walters: There it is! A full nelson facebuster!

Jill Matthews: Finelli Facebuster! It's all over folks!

Vince Walters: And Finelli drops for the pin! The fucking gorilla finally got a victory!

1...

2...

3!!

Tom Davis: Your winner via pinfall, the Executioner of the Court... Frank Finelli!

[Roger Wright]

[The scene opens on a special segment focusing on NEW's latest acquisition: "The Extreme Superstar" Desy Extreme. An official NEW reporter stands with Desy, ready to interview this new addition to the NEW roster.]

Reporter: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here tonight with New Edge Wrestling's latest roster addition: Desy Extreme. Of course, we've seen him participate in New Edge matches before...

Desy: Shhhhh... With all due respect, I've got so much to say and so little time to say it. Please, just hold the microphone, will you?

[The reporter nods, looking just a little offended.]

Desy: First I'll address the comment you just made. Yes, I have wrestled for this company in the past, and people have questioned my dedication at the time. They thought I was inattentive to what the people wanted. Maybe i was a bit of an asshole...

[The reporter nods silently. Desy laughs.]

Desy: I'll admit I was a bit of an ass... My last run in New Edge was a time in my life during which I lost sight of what was important to me. But that's not what I'm here to talk about. See, before I cut you off, Mr. Reporter, you were going to ask me what I'm doing back here in NEW, weren't you?

Reporter: I was, actually...

Desy: To answer that question, I need to show you something very important to me.

[He reaches into his jacket pocket and produces a large photograph. in this photo, Desy stands with a beautiful woman and two small children. It appears to be a family portrait.]

Desy: We're perfect together, aren't we?

Reporter: Um, sure... But what does this have to do...

Desy: It has everything to do with why I'm back here in New Edge! Everything! You see, this picture isn't real. This family doesn't exist. Photoshop is a wonderful thing. I don't have a beautiful wife like this; I don't have kids like this; I don't have a family!

[Desy pauses just long enough to make the reporter feel awkward.]

Desy: And I've had some time off over the past few months. Nothing major, a little injury, you know? Just a fractured skull, nothing a little ice couldn't fix. But I did some thinking... And I thought about family, more specifically why I didn't have one, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I don't have a family because of wrestling, because of company's like New Edge. See, I'm an addict to this sport, and like the crazed fiend I am, I keep coming back for more. I'm so dependent on my wrestling fix, that for the past twenty long years, I haven't done anything but get my fix night in and night out. Well, when the doctors told me I might never wrestle again, and they told me it might be time to settle down and be normal, I broke down!

[He begins to stare intensely at the reporter.]

Desy: I can never be normal, man. Never! ... Unless, I can find closure... And I thought about it, and I thought about it, and then it hit me ... New Edge Wrestling, that's my closure! I trust that, as a reporter, you've done your research on me? Tell me, of all the things I've done in this business, what's one I've yet to do?

[The reporter looks nervous as he wills himself to answer.]

Reporter: You've never been world champion?

Desy: I've never been world champion!!! That's it, isn't it? I've never been world champion! Now, sir, and to all of the confused, irritated fans watching: do you see now where and how I plan on finding my closure?! I'm here for one reason and one reason alone: to become the NEW Undisputed champion. And I'll beat anybody who tells me otherwise. And then, after all is said and done, maybe I can be normal... Maybe I can even have a family. But until that happens, settle in NEW, because things are going to get just a little more Extreme up in here!

[Desy smiles widely and slaps the reporter five as the camera fades, revealing a stunned NEW audience.]

[Roger Wright]

Jill Mathews: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid I have some bad news concerning our next match-up. Due to an attack earlier this week by an unknown assailant, Vanessa has suffered a concussion, and as such has not been cleared by doctors to compete tonight.

Vince Walters: And good riddance to her. She’s only stealing Pugh’s air time anyway!

Tom Davis: Due to Vanessa unable to compete in this match-up, this has now become a Singles Xtreme Rules match, set for one fall. First, making his way to the ring. He hails from Athens, Georgia, weighing in at 350lbs. He is the current Xtreme Champion, representing The cRu, “The Insane Icon” Ryan Pugh!



As Ryan comes out from the back, The Xtreme title over his sholders as he looks down at the ring, the crowd booing him mercilessly. Quickly making his way down to the ring, before climbing through the ropes and taking off his Xtreme Title. However, instead of giving it to the stage hand, he keeps hold of it.

Jill Mathews: Looked like Ryan already has his weapon of choice ready and primed.

Vince Walters: Hey, this is an Xtreme rules match, that’s all legal!

Jill Mathews: But you’ve got to question his physical state after that battle he had with Frank Finelli at Kamikaze.

Vince Walters: If I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. “The Insane Icon is always ready for a fight!

Tom Davis: And finally, making his way to the ring, his opponent. He hails from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 211lbs. He is Matthew Carter!



An explosion on the stage proceeds the immediate hard guitar followed by drums of "Welcome to the Masquerade" by Thousand Foot Krutch. From the rafters thousands of paper masks fall, the song slowing as it nears the chorus.

Then as the chorus begins, Matthew Carter steps out from behind the NEWtron onto the entrance stage. with a smile he begins walking to the ring. Stopping periodically he slaps hands with fans and appears to yell at others.

Finally reaching the ring he rolls under the ropes and mounts the far corner, extending both of his arms as he appears to yell at the crowd, the crowd returning the favor with a chorus of mixed cheers and boos.

Jill Mathews: Mathew Carter coming off a hard loss from Kamikaze against KOP-

Vince Walters: And he’s about to have another hard one at the hands of Ryan Pugh!

Jill Mathews: Well after his comments on ESPN this week, I don’t really think he sees Ryan as a challenge…

Vince Walters: And that’s going to be his downfall Jill. NEVER underestimate The Insane Icon!

DING!

As Carter climbs down, Pugh tell the ref to call for the bell, before suddenly he rushes towards Matthew, belt in hand looking for a quick finish. However, as he comes running, Carter ducks under Pugh’s arm, before grabbing Ryan from behind and pulling him in for a Twisting Argentine Neckbreaker!

Jill Mathews: DOSE OF REALITY!

Vince Walters: Don’t worry, Pugh’ll kick out of this.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

DING!

Vince Walters: PUGH GOT THE ARM UP!

Jill Mathews: Too late I’m afraid Vince, Mathew gets the win before getting out of dodge.

Vince Walters: That was daylight robbery!!!

As Pugh gets to his feet, holding his head, he starts evilly up at Carter, before turning his attention to the ref. Looking him up and down, finally, Pugh grabs him, before cradling him in his arms, and hitting him with the Sell-Out, Pugh not taking his eyes off Carter as he does.

Jill Mathews: Ryan just took out the ref!

Vince Walters: Well maybe he should learn to fucking count properly!

Jill Mathews: Well it doesn’t really make a difference at this point…

Vince Walters: Still! What do we pay these guys for?

Tom Davis: And your winner, via result of a pinfall, Matthew Carter!

[Roger Wright]

[Standing alone backstage near the dressing rooms Paxar Vega, already dressed in her ring attire, begins pacing back and forth worriedly.]

Paxar: Where is she? This isn't like her. Who knows what in the world Cera has gotten Reya into;I hope she's alright.



Reya: Hello.

[Interrupting Reya and staring directly into her eyes, Paxar's look of worry almost immediately becomes one of intense anger.]

Paxar: It's about time! Just where in the hell have you been? I thought you were supposed to meet me back at the hotel after your meeting with Cera! I've been worried sick, Reya!

[Taken aback, Reya glares at her sadly.]

Reya: I am sorry, Paxar. My meeting with Cera turned out to take longer and entail more than I had expected.

Paxar: For all I knew she could've stabbed you multiple times and left you and your entrails sprawled all over one of Paris' streets for a random person to find! You could've at least bothered to pick up a phone and call me or something!

[Reya frowns, shaking her head in dismay.]

Reya: You are right;I should have.I apologize.

[Paxar calms down slightly, continuing to gaze into Reya's eyes, before she gives her a big unexpected hug.]

Paxar: I'm just glad you're okay, Reya. I... I don't know what I'd do without you...

[As Paxar pulls back from her, a tear rolling down her cheek, Reya smiles at her just a little.]

Reya: God willing, you will not have to know that for quite some time, my friend. Now, I believe I have a match against McMattio to win, do I not?

[Paxar grins, looking Reya up and down before chuckling a little.]

Paxar: Not in those clothes you don't...

[Reya looks at her curiously, frowning slightly.]

Reya: What is wrong with my clothes?

Paxar: Nothing's wrong with them. They're just not appropriate to wear in a wrestling match.

[Reya sighs, shaking her head.]

Reya: Well, unfortunately I did not bring my ring attire. This is all I have...

[Paxar smiles at her a little as Reya looks at her confused.]

Paxar: Don't worry, Reya. Your gear is in our dressing room. Come on. Let's get you dressed for your match against McMattio...

[The two of them begin walking towards Reya's dressing room, Paxar leadi...]

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!



“I’m Not Your Boyfriend, Baby” by 3OH3 starts to play from the speakers, the crowd cheering as Shane Sparx makes his not-so elaborate entrance. The Trans-Atlantic Championship is fastened around his waist that can be seen by all in attendance. He strokes the golden material with his hand before he points out to the crowd, starting to strut to the ring as he sings along with his theme music.

Tom Davis: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in tonight at 245lbs, he is the NEW Trans-Atlantic Champion, SHANE SPARX!

Jill Matthews: And as you can see, Shane Sparx was again successful in his championship defence at Kamikaze, taking down the challenger Tao Ishida Kun to retain the gold that he is keeping a firm grip on since winning it.

Vince Walters: Yeah, but we all thought Tao would be a challenge. He didn’t produce anything of the sort at the PPV. So the fact that Sparx still has that championship is just a formality!

Jill Matthews: I think you’re starting to discredit both competitors there, Vince, but as for Tao Ishida, he has not been seen since Kamikaze, and nobody knows where he has ventured off to.

Vince Walters: Probably to another promotion...

Jill Matthews: What gives you that impression?

Vince Walters: It was just a guess! But hey, speaking of impressions, squeeze your breasts together for me.

Jill Matthews: I’d rather not.

Sparx enters the ring and unfastens the belt around his waist, showing it off to the crowd as he waits in the ring for his scheduled opponent.



“Hurt Locker” by Xzibit takes over through the speakers and the crowd change their elicitations, choosing to boo the next competitor who has been on quite a roll recently. King of Pain, better known as KOP, eventually walks out onto the stage and shows off his brutal physique, pointing towards Sparx with powerful intentions before he starts to descend towards the ring.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, from Canton, Ohio, weighing in tonight at 250lbs, KING OF PAIN!

Jill Matthews: King of Pain has been garnering success after success during his time here in New Edge Wrestling. He fought Aaron Abraham to a close finish during their Opposing Finisher Match, and he also took down the returning Matthew Carter at Kamikaze. Now he has his sights set on defeating the current Trans-Atlantic Champion and former Ignite World Champion, Shane Sparx.

Vince Walters: And really, would you want to be across the ring from this guy? He’s a damn machine! If he had his way he’d leave you broken in half in a matter of seconds!

Jill Matthews: I think you might be exaggerating things there...

Vince Walters: Oh, so what gives you the right to undermine his talents but not Sparx’s? You’re just being biased, Jill!

Jill Matthews: I didn’t mean that to sound like KOP was a bad wrestler. He’s a talented wrestler, and a powerful one at that. I’m just saying that with the level of endurance we have in this company, it’ll take King of Pain a lot more time to leave his opponents down in the middle of the ring.

Vince Walters: We’ll soon see about that. I can tell by his eyes that he wants to leave Sparx a quivering mess, and when he wants something, it’s likely to come to pass, whether anybody likes it or not!

KOP uses the stairs to get onto the apron, entering through the ropes and staring afar at Shane Sparx. Sparx looks at his TA Championship before he hands it to an outside official, shrugging his shoulders as a way to show that he’s ready to get this underway. The referee looking over this match asks King if he’s ready and he nods in agreement, the bell soon sounding as the crowd cheer.

Jill Matthews: This match will be contested one fall to a finish. The Trans-Atlantic Championship will not be on the line, but if KOP wins here, then that can possibly set him up for a future TA Title shot in the future.

Vince Walters: It’s not a question of if, Jill, it’s a question of when. I just have that feeling about this match. Don’t dare fault me for stating an instinctive opinion!

Sparx moves forward and hits a knife-edge chop directly off the bat against the chest of King, nailing a few more before he whips him across the ring. KOP rebounds off the other ropes and Shane goes for a Lou Thesz Press, but in the process King catches Sparx in mid-air and powers him down with a spinebuster! However, it seems like Sparx’s head and neck got some whiplash after the slam, gripping them instantly and not being able to move as KOP looks over him.

Vince Walters: Did you see that! That’s what I meant by the aggression he has in his eyes!

Jill Matthews: I think I’m more concerned with Sparx here. He is holding the back of his neck and he is not getting back up. The referee is talking with Shane, and I don’t know about you, but this could be over...

Vince Walters: Oh stop feeling sorry for the guy! Like you said, he’s tough, so he should be able to pull through. But against a man like KOP, I doubt it.

KOP has his hands on his hips and looks rather annoyed by this, the referee asking for medics to come down and check on Sparx. He has managed to move and is looking at the lights, but it’s clear he’s in pain, speaking to the referee as King moves around the ring slowly.

Jill Matthews: We are aware that this was a hyped match, ladies and gentleman, but sometimes accidents happen. We apologize for the circumstances that have led to this, and I guess this gives a reason to the saying “don’t try this at home”.

However, all is not well in the ring. Even as the medics reach the ringside area with their equipment, KOP has enough and grabs Shane, pulling him up forcefully as the crowd boo heavily. King warns the referee to back off as he waves for him not to do it, KOP deciding to grasp Shane by the throat and nail him with a Chokeslam!

Jill Matthews: Hey, that was uncalled for! The man’s injured!

Vince Walters: And you should know the other saying, Jill, “the show must go on”! And KOP is certainly going on to win this match, injury or no injury!

King barks at the referee who finally concedes in letting this match continue out of fear, Sparx looking disorientated and in excruciating pain with his neck as KOP grabs him. He places his head between his legs and powers him into his shoulders, driving him down into the center of the ring with the HOUSE OF PAIN! King stares at Sparx before he covers him, shouting at the referee to make the count as he does so...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Jill Matthews: And KOP has won this match, when he should have taken the high road and let this match end where it should have! Damn him!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, KING OF PAIN!

Vince Walters: He was doing what all great wrestlers do, Jill. He was using that opportunity to punish Sparx and keep him down for the three count. Wrestlers have wrestled through injuries before, its not a common thing.

Jill Matthews: But it shows a level of moral decency if someone refuses to continue wrestling, knowing their opponent has an injury...

Vince Walters: Yeah, but how far do those types of wrestlers get. Nowhere! And do you know why? Because they don’t capitalize on those opportunities, and they don’t act ruthless!

Jill Matthews: They act like selfish individuals. That’s what they act like. I just hope that Sparx can come back from this. He suffered some serious whiplash after that Spinebuster. But how severe has that gotten after the Chokeslam and Powerbomb that ensued?

Vince Walters: Who knows, but KOP has beaten the reigning Trans-Atlantic Champion! This is great!

KOP is walking up the ramp as he points to himself, knowing that he is the absolute victor here. Sparx meanwhile is being attended to in the ring, being secured with a neck brace shortly before he go to a commercial break.

[Roger Wright]

[The scene fades to live feed from a hospital, where Clark Benson in his interviewing glory stands outside of a room. The camera pans through the window, where none other than the Queen lays, hooked to machines and breathing deeply. The camera then pans back to Benson.]

Clark Benson: I'm here at Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital, where we can see the leader of the Court, the Queen Vanessa is at, having suffered multiple lacerations as well as a concussion. I'm here with Doctor Claud Pierre for more details...

[Benson holds the mic to an older looking gentleman, balding with a mustache that twirled upwards slightly. The doctor nodded his head, and spoke with thick accented english.]

Dr Pierre: Yes, this young lady has blunt force trauma, which has caused a small amount of internal bleeding, as well as contusions across her body. She also sustained an external wound along her left calf. Also, due to mild head trauma, Miss Janason has a grade 2 concussion.

Clark Benson: And how bad is that?

Dr Pierre: Bad enough... it could cause confusion, dizziness and lack of concentration, and even post traumatic amnesia.

Clark Benson: Wow, that's pretty bad.

Dr Pierre: Yes, this is why I didn't sign her off to go to your event this evening. She is in a state of confusion currently, especially due to the agony her body is in. We had to give her around 500mgs of hydrocodone, as well as Intravenous pain medication that left her disoriented and weakened mental perception of what is going on around her.

Clark Benson: Damn, so what do you suggest Doc?

Dr Pierre: She is not to wrestle this week or next. She can leave the hospital within a few days, but must be monitored, and is to be put on over the counter medications. But when it concerns her current career, she must not put her body in any strain for a couple of weeks.

Clark Benson: So she can come back after this week?

Dr Pierre: If she is up to it, yes. Now if you will excuse me, I have to check on other patients...

[The Doctor begins walking beside a nurse who walks up, and they begin speaking in French as Clark turns back to the camera and gestures towards the bed ridden Vanessa.]

Clark Benson: There you have it, folks. We won't see the Queen in the ring for 2 weeks now! But the real question is, who did this? We have some suspicions of course... but we'll just have to wait and see! Back to you guys!

[Clark flashes a cheesy smile and the camera trains on the hospital bed once more, before the scene fades back to the ring...]

[Roger Wright]

Matthews: It’s that time Vince, the moment we have been waiting all night for!

Walters: Your finally going to take that top off and show the world what they have been wanting to see since you took over for Clark Benson?

Matthews: No you damn perv, it’s time for the main event, the team of Cera and Abraham, taking on the team of Dathan and Specter.

Walters: Oh you mean the destruction of the court, well I guess we have all bean waiting to see this happen again!

Matthews: What do you mean again?

Walters: Just look back at Kamikaze, All the court members lost to cRu members, needless to say it was a destruction if you ask me, and the cRu did the destroying.

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the MAIN EVENT!!!!! Introducing first, from Sky Valley Georgia, she is the Baddest Bitch, CERA!!!!!



As the beginning of 'Been to Hell' starts up, the lights dim and deep red strobes flash around the arena. On the edgetron flashes moments of wrestlers being bludgeoned and bloody... until finally revealing the one who did it, wielding a war hammer in her hand covered in blood, until it starts flashing to reveal another image of the woman holding a bright red baseball bat, with the word 'Power' on it, along with raised steel studs trailing over the top. It flashes suddenly to a closeup of her haunting pale blue eyes, which narrow wickedly.

Suddenly the edgetron goes black as glowing words crawl upon the screen, spelling out 'Sweet Malevolence', fading then returning with 'In the form of', fading once more and coming on again with one last word... 'bloodshed'. The first verse of the song hits up as the crimson lights flash down to the entrance and stop there. Out steps a figure dressed in thick, heeled boots, ripped jeans and a leather jacket, with her arms crossed arrogantly. A smirk crawls upon her lips as the crowd goes hysterical with boos and cheers, ecstatic to see the Baddest Bitch in NEW!

As the chorus starts, Cera simply laughs darkly at the fans as she moves forward, the lights following her every movement. Exceedingly bright pyro shoots out of the ring as she reaches it, a yell coming from the entrance as rainbow strobes suddenly flash over to the ramp and follow Cera's manager Jen Ryette, who skips down holding onto her pet lizard and going to the side.

Shaking her head, Cera then rests her hands delicately back on the ropes after stripping off her jacket to reveal a tight, ripped up tanktop. She grins sadistically at the commentators, who both cringe as a large black crow swoops down to Cera's shoulder, landing there and staring eerily at it's owner's opponent or at the rampway as the Baddest Bitch does the same.

Tom Davis: And her partner, from Camden New Jersey, he is the NEW Undisputed Champion, AARON ABRAHAM!!!!!



The Arena goes completely black as the screeching techno intro of Sorry You're Not A Winner 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 site.

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, clutching the NEW Undisputed World Title.

Aaron walks from one side of the ramp to the other and back again, making sure to show everyone the title, all the while soaking in the reaction of the crowd before charging to the ring and sliding in on his stomach.

Climbing to his feet, AA climbs to all four corners of the ring and allows the fans to once again see the NEW Undisputed world title as he holds it high in the air, the fans ever so willing to tell him what they think of him before he spins and sits on the top turnbuckle the NEW Title draped across his lap, awaiting his opponent.



Tom Davis: And their opponents, representing the court, JUDAS DATHAN AND ADRIEN SPECTER.

The Arena dims slightly as the tron suddenly flashes on, revealing a crown with the silhouettes of four people standing in front of it, in the middle a woman’s figure, a man on one side and a man and another woman on the other. This image fades as Victorian style lettering appears right after, spelling out ‘The Court’.

From behind the curtain, Judas and Adrien emerge to a chorus of cheers and slowly make their way to the ring, both men entering a pandering to the crowd in opposite corners.

Matthews: You can cut the tension in the ring with a knife, this is going to be a tense match for sure, and I really don’t know how the ref is even going to have any semblance of control once it gets started.

Walters: Without a doubt it’s going to be terrific watching Cera and Abraham beat the living piss out of the court tonight.

Matthews: It looks like Judas and Cera are going to get this thing started for us. There’s the bell and this thing is under way.

Meeting in the middle of the ring, Judas reaches out to lock up with Cera, receiving a kick to the stomach instead. With haste, Cera delivers a European uppercut that drives Judas backwards, another kick to the stomach follows, along with a double axe handle to the back of Judas’ head, knocking the man to the matt face first. Two quick boots to the back precede the running baseball slide to the side of Judas’ head. Flipping him over, Cera goes for the cover.
1
2
NO!!!!

Matthews: Specter with the save, and Abraham is in the ring, taking out Specter, both men falling to the outside, and it appears control may have already been lost.

Walters: Well what the hell did you expect, these four to play nice for a long time or something?

Inside the ring, Cera reaches down to grab Judas by the head, but Judas counters, Rolling Cera up into a small package, but the ref is out of position, trying to gain control of Specter and Abraham on the outside. Finally the ref slips into the ring as the two men return to their corners, dropping down he begins the count.
1
2
NO!!!!

Matthews: Cera kicked out, but Judas could have had the match won right there, had the ref not been out of position.

Walters: Should of, would of, could of, but DIDN’T.

On her feet first, Cera delviers a brutal toe kick to the side of Dathan’s head before he can get completely to his feet. Grabbing his arm, she backs to the corner and tags in Abraham, who promptly jumps to the top rope, and drops a leg across the outstretched arm of Dathan.

Matthews: Abraham is going right back to that arm he attacked last week at Kamikaze. This could be disastrous for Dathan and Specter.

Walters: This is why Abraham is the champion, and why he will be for a long time.

Twisting around the arm, Abraham drops back locking in an armbar on Judas. Immediately Dathan begins to flail around the ring, his hands reaching for the ropes, the tips just getting there, when Cera kicks them off of the ropes, the ref jumping to his feet to admonish her before breaking up the hold that Abraham has on Judas. As Abraham brings the man to his feet, he shoots a glare back at Cera and delivers a Belly to back overhead release suplex on Dathan.

Matthews: Judas needs to make the tag, and he needs it now, his body could not have been one hundred percent coming in, and it’s taking a beating now.

Walters: Can’t take the heat? Get your ass out of the kitchen!

Matthews: What the hell are you doing? Is this like catch phrase hour for you?

Walters: Hey baby, just go with the flow!

Matthews: You are an idiot!

Bringing Dathan to his feet, Abraham hooks the mans head, but Dathan delivers an elbow to the stomach of Abraham, followed by another, and another. Getting up a head of steam he bounces off the ropes, and is chopped down with a clothesline from Abraham. Who immediately wraps up the arm of Dathan and drops down with another Armbar, this one in the middle of the ring.

Matthews: Dathan tried to fight back, but Abraham cut him down before he could really get going.

Walters: What did you expect, Abraham is a champion, and Dathan, well he had the title for like one week.

From the top rope of his corner, Specter leaps off, dropping a leg on the chest of Abraham and rolling out of the ring, Abraham releasing the hold on Judas. Slowly both men try and get to their feet, Judas reaching for his corner, Abraham doing the same, but as Abraham gets to the corner, Cera appears to look down at the ringside, her back turned to Aaron. Across the ring Judas makes the tag to Specter who hops the top rope and races towards Abraham.

Matthews: Cera just turned her back on her partner when Abraham needed her.

Walters: Are you sure, I think she had something in her eye.

Matthews: Damn you Vince, she is just pretending. How dumb are you?

Walters: Well momma says life is like a box of chocolates, never know what you’re gonna get.

Matthews: Case and point.

Getting to his feet Abraham turns around just in time to be taken down by a running clothesline from Specter, but Specter doesn’t stop, he slams into the back of Cera sending her flying off the apron, chest first into the barrier around the ring and fans. Turning around, Specter levels Abraham with another clothesline just as the man gets back to his feet. Once more Abraham comes to his feet this time Specter kicking him in the midsection and grabbing his head, running up the ropes he delivers the Fight or Flight on him and goes for the cover.
1
2
NO!!!!

Matthews: Cera with the save, and she isn’t stopping there, She is kicking the living crap out of Specter’s head, and literally, toe kick after toe kick.

Walters: Well hell have no wrath like a woman scorned.

Matthews: You didn’t even say it right.

Walters: Oh well, Blow me!

Matthews: You would like it too much, and besides, the thought makes me throw up in my mouth a little.

Out of nowhere, Judas spears Cera, slamming the woman to the matt back first. Grabbing her legs he steps through and twists, locking in the sharp shooter on her in the middle of the ring. Grabbing Judas from behind, Abraham wraps his arms around the mans waist and lifts him out of the hold, hitting a release german suplex on him, Dathan flyign across the ring.

Matthews: Ok this is just utter chaos and the ref can’t even seem to get a semblance of control in this match.

Walters: Well Abraham is doing the work for the ref!

Locking in the triple A clutch, Abraham wrenches it in hard on Dathan, but the ref refuses to check on Dathan, instead telling Abraham to release the hold. Suddenly the ref is pushed aside and Specter appears, Striking Abraham in the face with a DeViate kick. Rolling him over, Specter goes for the cover.
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Matthews: Cera with the save again, and this thing has turned into a tornado match, but I think the ref is getting it back under control as Cera has been returned to her corner. Judas is on the outside and slowly making his way back to his corner.

Walters: Man that was close, but Cera made the save, see she wasn’t turning her back on Abraham, else she wouldn’t have made the save.

Brignign Abraham to his feet, Specter wraps his arms around the mans waist and delivers a releas belly to belly suplex on him, dropping a knee to the back of Abraham immediately after. Again Specter turns the man over and goes for the pinfall
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Matthews: Abraham just got the arm up, and Cera wasn’t even thinking about getting in their to break up the pin fall.

Walters: She knew it wasn’t even close. Come on Jill you are smarter than that blonde hair would lead us all to believe.

Grabbing the arm of Abraham, Specter drags the man to the corner, tagging in his partner Judas, who immediately goes to work on the arm. Twisting around he drops down and lock in an arm bar on Abraham, the man reaching out immediately for the ropes, kicking with his feet for them, just mere inches away from them. Pushing through the pain, Abraham manages to drag Dathan far enough that he can get a grip of the bottom rope with his free hand. The ref immediately calling for Dathan to break the hold.

Matthews: I guess turn about is fair play, now Abraham knows what that feels like when your arm is wrenched in the wrong direction.

Walters: Oh geez, so what if Dathan used a submission move, big freaking deal.

Before Abraham can regain his footing, Dathan drops an elbow to the back of the mans head, locking in a cross face arm bar on Abraham. Again Abraham reaches for the ropes, almost immediately getting his hand on the bottom rope. The ref again calling for the Dathan to break the hold, and again Dathan complies. This time he bounces off the far ropes, charging for Abraham, but Abraham pulls down the top rope as he sidesteps Dathan and the man goes spilling to the outside of the ring.

Matthews: What a desperation move by Abraham, and now he has to make the tag.

Walters: You watch, Cera will make the tag, she won’t turn her back on Abraham again.

Stepping through the middle rope, Specter took off across the ring, knocking Cera off the apron and clotheslining Abraham before the ref could get him back out of the ring. On the outside, Judas tries to use the apron to pull himself up, just as he gets to his feet a set of hands reach out from under the ring and yank on him by his feet, Dathan falling to his back, and being pulled under the ring.

Matthews: What the hell? What just happened to Judas? He disappeared under the ring!

Walters: I don’t know!

Inside the ring the ref looks around with a confused look on his face. The crowd goes competely silent, neither Abraham, Cera or Specter no what to make of the situation. Finally Specter hops the rope and goes after Abraham, the ref trying to intervene, but Cera is in the ring and it has become a two on one match, the ref losing total control, as Cera and Abraham take turns delivering blows to Adrien.

Matthews: Wait, Judas just rolled out from under the ring, but he isn’t moving! Abraham and Cera must have noticed, becuase they have stopped beating on Specter and have both turned their attention to the ringside.

Walters: NO, Don’t look down there, NO!!!!!

Out of the corner, Specter explodes with a double clothesline. Back to his feet he turns and slams shoulder first into Cera, driving her back first into the corner, hopping to the second rope, he spins off, taking Cera with him on a spinning DDT out of the corner. Back to his feet he turns to Abraham, dropping the man with a running swinging neck breaker.

Matthews: Who is that coming out from under the ring? OH MY GOD!!!! That is Jason Andrews, and he just rolled the lifeless body of Judas back into the ring.

Walters: Yeah and Specter looks totally confused by what is going on.

As Specter has his back turned, facing Jason Andrews, Cera gets to her feet. Charging at Specter, she tackles him out of the ring just as he turns around to see her. The two falling through the middle rope, Specter slamming back first to the matt, Cera slamming shoulder first into his chest. Inside the ring, Abraham manages to get his free arm over the chest of Dathan, and the ref drops down for the count.
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Matthews: Judas was the legal man, and Abraham and Cera have stolen this win.

Walters: What do you mean stolen, they won that match through hard work and blood and sweat.

Matthews: Yeah and the help of Jason Andrews who took out his own brother.

Walters: Now that was great to see, finally the man might be growing a pair.

Tom Davis: Here are your winner’s, the team of AARON ABRAHAM AND CERA!!!!!

Matthews: Wait this isn’t over!

Barely able to stand Abraham has his hand raised in the middle of the ring, while on the outside Cera looks in with a look of rage in her eyes. Slipping under the rope, she spins Abraham around and drops him with an Xtreme Speed.

Matthews: She just took out the champion in the middle of the ring.

Walters: They were partners, that is just not right!

Matthews: Well I think the partnership ended with the bell Vince. But that is all we have for tonight, until next week when we see Cera and Abraham go one on one for the NEW Undisputed title, and Matt Slater and Judas Dathan face in a hell in a cell to see who is the #1 contender for that title and Convicted. I am Jill Matthews and as always the man next to me is Vince Walters. Have a good night and we will see you next week.

The show fades out as Cera stands over Aaron Abraham in the middle of the ring, the NEW flashing across the screen.