Ignite 51 Results

[Roger Wright]

Matthews: Here we go Vince, It’s a special Ignite super show and we are live from Puerto Rico, with a big show on the card.

Walters: That’s right, we have every singles title on the line, plus the number one contender ship for the NEW Undisputed title. It’s a big night and big things are going to happen, I can feel it!

Matthews: That’s right and this thing is about to get started with the opening bout, one of two triple threat matches we have for everyone tonight.

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match. Introducing first, he is currently in the ring, DESY EXTREME!!!!!

Matthews: Desy is making his debut here in the NEW in this match, but this match also marks the official return to the ring for a man who last week cost his own brother and Adrien Specter a tag team match in the main event.

Tom Davis: Introducing next, JASON ANDREWS!!!!!



Jason Andrews makes his way out to the ring to a smattering chorus of boo’s from the fans.

Walters: Listen to them, all of them upset that Andrews finally had the guts to stand up to his brother, and it is about time, he has carried Judas to the top.

Matthews: How delusional are you Vince? Andrews has been gone for a while now, and Judas made it to the top without him.

Tom Davis: And their opponent, MATT MCMATTIO!!!!!



Pink Pyro and Fireworks fly into the air.A blue playboy logo blinkers on and on; We see Matt wearing shades and he takes them off and gives them to a young female in the audience. He walks down the ring and Blows kisses to the fans and goes through the rope to prepare one last time before his match.

Matthews: All three of them are in the ring and this thing is ready to go, and there is the bell.

Taking off across the ring, Desy fly’s into the air, catching McMattio with a flying crossbody, slamming him to the matt, but before he can get up, Andrews comes over his back, slamming him face first into the matt with a bulldog. Working quick, Andrews brings, Desy to his feet and hooks his arms, dropping the man with a brutal double underhook back breaker. Jumping up he planted both feet on the middle rope and sprung off for a moonsault onto Desy, only to be caught in mid air by McMattio and brought down with a stunner in mid air, Andrews landing stomach first onto Desy, the ref dropping down for the pin fall count.
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NO!!!! McMattio rolls Andrews off and covers Andrews.
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NO!!!!

Matthews: Wow that was totally different. McMattio hits a cutter on Andrews, the man landing on the down Desy Extreme and nearly getting the win in the process.

Walters: Yeah but McMattio messed that all up.

Grabbing Desy by the hair, McMattio brings him to his feet, but Desy slaps away McMattio’s hands and drop kicks him back first into the corner. Rushing forward Desy springs off the second rope and drives a knee into the chest of McMattio. Grabbing him by the neck, Desy pulls McMattio out of the corner and monkey flips him into the middle of the ring. Kipping up, Desy turns to attack, but Andrews drops him with a brutal clothesline. Grabbing his arm and neck, Andrews locks in the LaBell lock.

Matthews: This one could be over right there, Andrews has the LaBell lock, locked in and Desy is in a world of hurt.

Walters: Oh Christ, McMattio is back up and he just broke up the damn hold. Jesus, this guy is like a fat chick, always clock blocking a guy from getting with her friends at a bar.

Matthews: Jesus Vince, what is wrong with you?

Walters: You wouldn’t know about that huh? You don’t need a fat friend to do the cock blocking, you are great at it all by yourself.

Attempting to bring Andrews to his feet, McMattio is tripped up by Desy, and instead finds himself being thrown over the top rope by Andrews, who now returns his attention to the down Desy Extreme. After landing a knee to the back, Andrews brings Desy to his feet and slams the man into the corner. Lifting the man onto his shoulders, Andrews mounts the second rope and hist the asshole plunge.

Matthews: This one might just be over, he just hit the asshole plunge on Desy.

Walters: Go Andrews!!!!

Covering up Desy, Andrews attempts the pin.
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NO!!!!! McMattio pulls Jason off of Desy. Kicking McMattio off of his feet, Andrews jumps to his feet as McMattio stumbles backwards. Taking off after him Andrews ducks the clothesline attempt and bounces off the ropes, but McMattio is waiting and hits the McTap on the rebound. Rolling away from Andrews, McMattio drapes his arm across the chest of Desy.
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3!!!!!

Matthews: McMattio wins!!!!! He pulled off what I would call the upset! My goodness what a shocker this is. Andrews returns, Desy debuts, but McMattio walks away with the win.

Walters: What the hell just happened?

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, MATT MCMATTIO!!!!!

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following match is for the Youngblood title, scheduled for one fall! First to the ring is the challenger, weighing in at 385lbs and billed from Houston, Texas... he is Big K... Kenath Israel!

The sounds of a woman moaning roars throughout the arena as the lights dim down a bit as the stage is set ablaze 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. Kenath Israel slowly walks through the curtain, looking at the audience. He scowls and reached into his trunks pulling out a blunt and lighter. Kenath Israel puts the blunt in his lips and flicks the lighter to no avail.

Vince Walters: The idiot can't even work a lighter...

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. Kenath takes a puff and blows out a large cloud of smoke before heading down to the entrance ramp. A few fans put their hands out as Kenath Israel tosses the ashes into one lucky attendant's hand. Approaching the ring, Krayzee walks to the side of the ring before walking up the steps and taking another puff as he holds it in while walking towards the center of the apron. A spotlight shines down on the Big Krayzee as he slowly makes his way to the center. Stalling for a minute, Krayzee raises his head up and forcefully blows a geyser of pot smoke into the air and smirks, getting into the ring.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, YB Champ herself, weighing in at 135lbs and hailing from LA California... she is the Herald of the Court... Reya Serra!!!

The music begins playing as all-white pyro goes off at the top of the ramp. As it ends out walks Reya Serra carrying the Youngblood Championship on her shoulder, wearing skin tight white pants and a matching white top. She is joined by 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, Kenath looking at her curiously all the while until Reya seizes her prayer and kisses the YB Title, handing it over to the referee before she starts to do some shoulder motions.

Jill Matthews: This match will be contested for one fall, and that is the prize these two will wrestle for: the Youngblood Championship. Kenath Israel is primed to take this shot seriously, and Reya is even more serious about holding onto it.

Vince Walters: What’s serious about Kenath Israel? The guy is a moron, plain and simple. And as for Reya Serra ... well, I’ll show her a good time of holiness if you know what I mean.

Jill Matthews: Vince, she would avoid you like the devil ... or probably kick your dick until it’s unusable.

The bell rings and both competitors advance, Kenath blocking a high kick from Reya and pulling her into an Exploder Suplex. Kenath then tries to exact a stomp, but Reya dodges quickly, Kenath missing and hitting the canvas. Reya delivers a strong series of kicks to Kenath’s back before leaping onto his shoulders, trying to get him into a sleeper. However, Israel manages to throw Reya over his shoulders to the mat, Serra rolling away as Kenath tries for a splash.

Jill Matthews: It seems that these two have prepared diligently for this championship match.

Vince Walters: And if they keep making mistakes this match will get boring fast...

Reya finally attacks Kenath with an enziguri, but Big Krayzee doesn’t go down, Serra deciding to use the ropes as a springboard and leap off with a dropkick! This knocks Kenath down, Reya going to the ropes again and using them to unleash a moonsault! Reya then covers Israel...

ONE!

Kenath gets his shoulders up just before the count of two. Paxar gives Reya some key tips as the champion stands back up, deciding to wrap her legs around Israel’s neck and exercise a figure four neck lock.

Vince Walters: Yawn, has this match even started yet?

Jill Matthews: Stop being childish, Vince. These two are experimenting on how to strategize for this match, and Reya has figured out that keeping Israel down is the best option. She’s applied that figure four and Israel appears to be struggling.

Vince Walters: It’s too bad he’s facing away from her...

Jill Matthews: Again, Vince, stop being childish and immature.

Kenath is indeed struggling, but he seems to find some room to manoeuvre his head around, gradually spinning so that he is facing Reya’s body. Israel then grabs her by the waist and powers her up, the crowd gasping at this strength before he drops her into a backbreaker! Kenath shakes off the cobwebs before he goes for a cover of his own...

ONE!

TWO!

Serra kicks out.

Vince Walters: Bah, this match is making me sleepy...

Israel brings Reya up and whips her to the ropes, going for a big boot in the process, but Serra slides under the lunge and ends up behind Kenath, jumping up and pulling him down into a neckbreaker. Kenath is resilient though as he starts to get back to a vertical base, all for Reya to deliver a jawbreaker that stuns him temporarily, Serra backing up before nailing him with a Super Kick to knock him against the ropes!

Jill Matthews: Reya Serra is building momentum, and Kenath is in a bad predicament.

Reya rebounds off the opposite ropes and then swings her legs between the top and middle ropes that Kenath is leaning on, connecting with his face! Israel rolls backwards as Serra resides on the apron, waiting for Kenath to stand before she leaps onto the top rope and springs off into a Shooting Star DDT!

Jill Matthews: What an excellent move that was from Reya Serra! Don’t even tell me that was boring, Vince!

Vince Walters: ... I’ve seen better...

Suddenly, crackling can be heard from the overhead intercom. The crowd murmur in confusion as Reya goes after Kenath, ignoring what could be a technical fault.

Vince Walters: Looks like someone fell asleep at the microphone desk again.

Jill Matthews: This match will continue despite the static interruption, ladies and gentleman. Now Reya has Kenath up and ... wow, another DDT from Reya Serra!

Serra sweeps her hair aside and is about to go for a cover, but suddenly the crackling comes on louder this time. Only, what follows is a child rendition of “Ring Around The Rosie”. The fans look confused, but the one who isn’t confused and downright anxious is Reya, looking around the arena as the eerie singing continues.

Vince Walters: What ... is that?

Jill Matthews: I have no idea...

Just as the children finish singing, a gunshot is heard across the intercom, causing Reya to shake nervously and flinch. She appears discomforted now and far away from concentrating on this match, Paxar questioning Serra if she’s okay. Being unaware of Kenath, Reya is taken down by a clothesline from the challenger, Israel raising her back up before delivering Delayed Suplex.

Jill Matthews: Erm, whatever that was, it certainly spooked Reya Serra, and Kenath Israel is taking advantage of it.

Vince Walters: Could you imagine Kenath Israel as the Youngblood Champion? If Reya doesn’t recover after that singing, and I don’t know why she’d be like that, then that will come true! We’ll have to put up with that idiot for weeks!

Kenath executes a Pumphandle Slam on Reya before going for the cover...

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TWO!

Reya gets her shoulder up! Kenath looks disgruntled as he powers Reya back up and whips her into the corner, running into her body with a clothesline before he places her on the turnbuckle and throws her off with a Press Slam, Serra landing half-way across the ring!

Vince Walters: Oh damn, it IS coming true!

Israel senses this could be it for Serra as she struggles to get back up across the ring, Kenath walking over to her and pulling her up to her feet. Israel then places Reya onto his shoulders, walking around as the crowd anticipate the end.

Jill Matthews: Here comes the K-5!

Israel swings Serra around for the K-5, but Reya somehow counters into a DDT, Kenath’s head hitting the canvas with great velocity!

Vince Walters: And it was countered!

Reya seems to be getting back into things as she stumbles over to Kenath, now residing on his knees after the DDT. Serra then hooks his arms and delivers a Pedigree, stunning Israel completely! Reya then forces Kenath onto his back before she ascends the nearest turnbuckle, balancing on there and executing a high moonsault! Reya then hooks the leg...

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TWO!

THREE!!!

Vince Walters: YES! We don’t need to see that idiot as champion!

Jill Matthews: Reya Serra has retained her Youngblood Championship, but what was with that singing, and the gunshot? I hope this can be explained in greater detail soon enough.

Tom Davis: Here is your winner and STILL THE YOUNGBLOOD CHAMPION, REYA SERRA!

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NEW TRANS-ATLANTIC CHAMPIONSHIP!



“Hurt Locker” by Xzibit plays around the arena, causing the fans in attendance to boo at the man that will now have an opportunity to win the Trans-Atlantic Championship from another competitor he almost put out of commission last week. King of Pain slowly walks out onto the stage and flexes his muscles, showing off his regular physique as he offers a smirk of malignance towards the audience, showing them that he isn’t a man that should be pushed around. KOP then walks down the ramp with a methodical pace, taking in the atmosphere being registered and wanting to use it to charge his aggression in this match tonight.

Tom Davis: Introducing first, the challenger! From Canton, Ohio, weighing in tonight at 250lbs, KING OF PAIN!

Jill Matthews: Last week this man committed a diabolical act, one that could have permanently injured Shane Sparx and put him on the shelf for an undetermined amount of time. After Sparx suffered whiplash following a spinebuster, KOP decided not to win by default and continued to assault Shane with power moves, dominating him enough to keep him down for the pinfall. Now tell me, is that the kind of man that should be given a TA Championship Match tonight? Is that the kind of man that should be walking around as a champion of any kind?

Vince Walters: To answer all of those questions at once ... YES! King of Pain deserves this chance to shine. For too long he’s been toiling away in the under-card, and we all know how aggressive and brutal he can be when challenged. He was sending Sparx a message last week that he wouldn’t fall down the ranks again, and he now has an opportunity to become the Trans-Atlantic Champion to prove it!

Jill Matthews: As much as I hate to say this, those are valid points; he’s angered at his position and he wants to go higher. But that doesn’t explain why he would attack a man who just got whiplash...

Vince Walters: Because this is professional wrestling, Jill! God forbid we have people acting nice and friendly in a competitively-engaging sport! But not only that, it’s New Edge Wrestling! Do you know how many times we’ve seen barbaric, vile matches in this company? Do you know how many times we’ve seen two men damn near kill each other? Do you know how many times we’ve seen nudity, vulgarity, broken bones and devious actions taking place?

Jill Matthews: But that shouldn’t be wrestling to me!

Vince Walters: Come on, Jill, it’s not that bad. Just like your tits aren’t that bad today either.

Jill Matthews: Whatever...

KOP uses the stairs but pauses on them as he surveys the crowd once more, warning a small group of fans to shut up who continuously berate him with insults. Pain then enters the ring and moves around the interior of the ring, prepared to unleash his truly powerful side in order to become the TA Champion tonight.

Vince Walters: He has the attitude of a future champion tonight.

Jill Matthews: No he doesn’t! He’s acting big-headed and arrogant.

Vince Walters: Well once he becomes champion he’s allowed to broadcast those emotions, Jill!

Jill Matthews: We’ll see, Vince. I just hope Shane Sparx is in a better condition to wrestle this match and retain his championship...



“I’m Not Your Boyfriend, Baby” by 3OH3 then resounds throughout the arena and the crowd cheer loudly, waiting with anticipation for the champion to make his entrance. Shane Sparx then comes out, the TA Championship being held by his side, but his methods are different; he looks restless yet energetic, probably wanting to beat KOP down after what took place last week. King gestures for Sparx to come down to the ring, but Sparx lingers on the stage as he jumps on the spot.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in tonight at 245lbs, he is the NEW TRANS-ATLANTIC CHAMPION, SHANE SPARX!

As soon as Davis finishes this sentence, Sparx drops his championship and dashes to the ring, the crowd ecstatic to see this get underway quickly!

Jill Matthews: Shane Sparx has come to fight, but is his neck as good as they say?!

Vince Walters: He’s making a stupid decision! KOP will break him in half!

Sparx slides under the ropes and immediately ducks under a running clothesline from KOP, rebounding off the other ropes and taking down King with a spinning wheel kick! The bell sounds as Sparx lunges on King with a few double axe handle strikes, then trying to pull him into a Crossface!

Jill Matthews: Sparx is tenacious, and he’s trying to put a submission on KOP already!

Vince Walters: Not just any submission! That Crossface has been known to damage necks severely! He’s trying to put KOP on the bench!

Jill Matthews: How could you blame him? This is an “eye for an eye” tactic! And Sparx is pulling on that neck but KOP is refusing to quit fighting!

Vince Walters: King is shifting his weight ... hey, his feet are under the ropes! Break the hold!

On the contrary, Sparx doesn’t break the hold; he wants to punish KOP and leave him injured and miserable. King starts pulling his body out under the ropes as the referee tries to pry Shane off, the champion risking getting disqualified here. KOP’s feet reach the floor and he is pulling back, but Sparx is attached to him tightly, using so much pressure that King falls to his knees on the outside and drags Shane out at the same time, causing him to keep the Crossface on!

Vince Walters: Do something referee! Disqualify him!

Jill Matthews: His behaviour is justified, Vince! Like you said, “This is professional wrestling”!

Vince Walters: Oh shut up!

KOP eventually starts battling back to his feet again, Sparx still wrapped around his upper body with the Crossface, but it doesn’t last as King finally charges Shane into the nearby ring post, his back and neck meeting the steel with a thud! Sparx collapses to the floor and grips his neck as the crowd boo KOP, the challenger glaring around until he turns towards Sparx and boots him in the head, leaving the champion down momentarily as he tries to recuperate after the vicious Crossface.

Jill Matthews: KOP countered out of that Crossface in a brutal way, and now Sparx is having troubles with that neck once more.

Vince Walters: See, all he’s done is piss KOP off. Now he’s in for a long night of punishment and agony!

KOP shakes his arm to get some feeling back before he heads over to Shane and pulls him up to his feet, rolling him into the ring to break the mandatory count of ten by the unbiased official. King then ascends the apron and goes through the ropes, dropping an elbow across Sparx’ neck, now concentrating on that weakened area. KOP drops his leg across the neck of Sparx next before turning him over for a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Shane gets his shoulder up.

Jill Matthews: Despite Sparx having a bad neck, it’s going to take more than that to keep him down.

Vince Walters: King is just getting started, Jill. Soon he’ll unleash that power and put Shane out of his misery!

After thinking for a bit, King brings Shane to his feet before scooping him up onto his shoulder and driving him down with a powerslam. KOP then moves over to the turnbuckle and mounts it, residing on the second rope as he measures the distance and jumps off with a body splash! KOP lands on Sparx and hooks his leg for a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Sparx kicks out once again! King growls after he talks with the referee rather bitterly, standing up and stomping down on Shane before he moves to the turnbuckle again. Twice KOP is using an aerial manoeuvre, but this time he decides to use his signature move, a flying Double Knee Drop that he calls the Migraine. King’s knees meet Shane’s face and upper body, KOP smiling slightly as he lays across Shane once more, almost tasting victory as the referee starts counting...

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Sparx once again gets his shoulder up!

Jill Matthews: Sparx is showing his fortitude by repeatedly kicking out, and KOP is getting frustrated!

Vince Walters: And now he’s applying that grounded Cobra Clutch on Shane! This one will soon be over!

With the Pain Killer applied, King senses victory more so as he pressurizes Sparx’ neck, but the valiant champion refuses to quit. The crowd start to clap and stomp their feet, willing Shane to battle back, but you can tell by his eyes that he is slowly fading. The referee has a clear view of the proceedings as KOP powers Shane around, bullying him in this submission hold but also trying to make him pass out faster.

Vince Walters: Look at that strength, and Shane is fading away! We could have a new champion in a matter of seconds!

Sparx looks limp as King adjusts his hands and deepens the hold, applying more strength before he instructs the referee to count Sparx out. The referee does as he’s told and raises Shane’s free arm, holding it up before letting it go. His arm meets the canvas, the referee telling the timekeeper that counts as one before he raises Shane’s arm again. The crowd are booing loudly as Shane’s arm again hits the canvas, the official putting up two fingers. He then stands and prepares the timekeeper to ring the bell as he has Shane’s arm raised a third time, KOP closing his arms and smiling widely as Sparx’ arm is let loose.

Vince Walters: Here it comes!

Miraculously, to the satisfaction of the audience, Sparx stops his arm from hitting the canvas, starting to shake wildly as the adrenaline inside manifests. King angrily tries to subdue Shane again, but the heart of the Trans-Atlantic Champion cannot be denied, Sparx starting to get back to his feet as the crowd cheer ecstatically!

Jill Matthews: Shane Sparx survived the Cobra Clutch! He’s fighting back with everything he has!

Vince Walters: He’s still going to lose! King just wanted to give him a semblance of hope!

Jill Matthews: That’s a bunch of crap, and you know it!

Sparx hammers away at King’s ribs with elbow strikes which forces him to break the Cobra Clutch, Shane feeling his neck momentarily before he catches a rushing KOP and throws him down with a belly-to-belly suplex! King forces himself back up but is caught by a knee strike, Sparx delivering a Release Fisherman Suplex on the challenger! Sparx is on fire as he grabs King around the waist and nails a German Suplex, followed by another one, leaving KOP on the canvas as he then runs to the ropes, using them as momentum to execute a Rolling Thunder Splash!

Jill Matthews: KOP is struggling now! You can see that Sparx wants to retain that TA Championship badly! He’s not going to let a bad neck deter him from walking out of here with that gold still around his waist!

KOP is still showing signs of life though, but Sparx is on rare form, using a massive amount of energy to unleash another ferocious combination of moves! He knocks King down with two running shoulder tackles, hitting a dropkick after these before he pulls KOP up and delivers a Snap DDT! Sparx then covers KOP...

ONE!

TWO!

The challenger kicks out! Shane doesn’t look disgruntled though as he massages his neck with his hand briefly, pulling King up to his feet before turning him around, hooking his arms and executing a Dragon Suplex! Sparx bridges as the referee counts...

ONE!

TWO!

KOP powers upwards to escape another pinfall attempt! Shane, still running on adrenaline, starts to look around at the crowd as they beckon him to continue with positive elicitations, Sparx going back over to King before he grips his neck and nails a Spinning Neckbreaker! Shane then covers KOP a third time...

ONE!

TWO!

NO! NO! KOP kicks out once more!

Vince Walters: It’s inevitable! He can’t do anything about it!

Jill Matthews: King of Pain just keeps kicking out here, but so did Sparx. Both of these men want to win, and they won’t let anything change that!

Shane has brought King back up again, delivering some knife-edge chops that echo across the arena before he grabs KOP’s head and runs him head first into the nearest turnbuckle. Sparx presses King into the pads before nailing a few more chops, using several shoulder tackles too to wear KOP out before he leaps onto his shoulders and drives King down with a hurricanrana! Shane then looks back at the turnbuckle and mounts it, taking his time before he balances on the top and glances at King residing on the canvas in front of him.

Jill Matthews: Shane Sparx deciding to take a risk here...

Vince Walters: What an idiot! He’s going to damage his neck more!

Failing to hear Vince’s words, Sparx flies off with a Diving Headbutt directed towards KOP, but the challenger shifts his weight and moves out of the way, Shane crashing to the canvas!

Vince Walters: HAHAHAHA! I told you so!

King breathes hard as he sits up painfully, slowly getting back to his feet before he looks at Sparx still on the ground. KOP gets an evil look in his eyes before he powers Sparx up and shouts in his face, delivering a brutal Spinebuster just like last time!

Vince Walters: THAT’LL DO IT! COVER HIM!

Jill Matthews: KOP used that painful Spinebuster again, and Sparx looks out of it!

King hooks a leg of Sparx and covers him tightly, the referee making the count as the fans look on anxiously...

ONE!

TWO!

Vince Walters: We’re going to have a new champion!

NO! NO! NO! SPARX GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!

Vince Walters: WHAT?!

Jill Matthews: SHANE SPARX KICKED OUT! HE DOESN’T WANT TO QUIT!

KOP looks shocked and rightfully so as the crowd continue to cheer enthusiastically, King storming up to his feet and shoving around the official, telling him to count faster. The referee holds his ground and warns King about the count, KOP finally waving the referee off before he brings Shane up and delivers a hard clothesline that spins Sparx around in a circle!

Jill Matthews: Damn that was a vicious clothesline! KOP might just win this one, but it wouldn’t have been without a fight from Shane Sparx!

Knowing that Sparx’ time is short, King pulls Sparx up to his feet and keeps him balanced against his chest, all before grasping him harshly by the throat and nearly breaking him half with a Chokeslam! KOP falls to his knees and laughs at Shane before he covers him once more, telling the official to count as he nears victory...

Jill Matthews: That Chokeslam might have done it!

ONE!

Vince Walters: The Trans-Atlantic Championship will have a new owner!

TWO!

NO! NO! NO! SHANE ONLY JUST GOT HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST MILLISECOND!

Vince Walters: IMPOSSIBLE!

The crowd are on their feet and cheering thunderously as KOP looks stunned, staring blankly before he shudders and angrily roars. He pushes himself up and starts to pound his chest like a madman, perspiration and sweat spraying everywhere before he pulsates and tenses, shouting at Sparx to get back up. He is literally stomping his feet on the spot as Shane gradually starts to manoeuvre from the canvas, wanting to beat Sparx once and for all in this back and forth contest!

Vince Walters: Can you feel the end coming nearer, Jill? Can you sense a new champion in the air?

Jill Matthews: If KOP nails this House of Pain that he is obviously going for, it will all be over. But don’t tell me that Shane Sparx didn’t fight. Don’t tell me he didn’t battle on like a champion, because he did, without question!

Sparx tries to balance on his feet as he finally gets there, but KOP rushes forward and nails Shane in the stomach with a toe kick. Sparx falls to one knee after the strike, King placing his head between his legs before he looks around at the crowd, raising his arms in victory prematurely before he grips his hands around Shane’s waist and powers him up onto his shoulders.

Jill Matthews: Here it comes!

Vince Walters: Thanks for coming, Shane!

KOP is about to finalize his finishing move as he raises Sparx higher with his hands, but in the process, Sparx slips behind King as the crowd gasp, Shane turning around quickly and applying a COBRA CLUTCH ON KOP!

Jill Matthews: NO! SPARX COUNTERED, AND HE HAS THAT COBRA CLUTCH APPLIED!

Vince Walters: FIGHT IT! YOU CAN WIN THIS ONE, KOP!

KOP is struggling and gasping for breath as Sparx has it applied tightly, but instead of keeping the submission on, Shane decides to throw King over his shoulders with a Cobra Clutch Suplex! King lands on his neck and feels it immediately, Sparx not being aware of this as he brings KOP back up and puts him into a suplex position, raising KOP up and walking back a few steps before he delivers the STALLING SUPLEX! Sparx takes his time though on the canvas which might be a bad move, finally going to cover King after a short while...

ONE!

TWO!

KING KICKS OUT!

Vince Walters: Phew, that was a close one! Come on, KOP!

Sparx and KOP recuperate on the canvas for a few moments until they start to push themselves up, finally getting to their feet and stumbling into each other. Sparx is the first to nail a right hand, KOP fighting back with a right hand of his own. Sparx then starts delivering chops to the chest of King, but the challenger breaks the repetitious combo with a knee strike, executing a Double Arm Suplex that should keep Sparx down for the time-being. KOP, however, has other ideas as he goes over to the turnbuckle, starting to unravel the pads and exposing the steel buckle underneath.

Jill Matthews: Okay, what the hell is this? Why does he have to go to desperate measures like this?

Vince Walters: Everything is fair game in that ring, Jill...

Jill Matthews: You know damn well that’s not true! KOP knows he can’t beat Sparx fair and square, so he’s using cheap tactics to help him!

KOP finishes removing the pad and throws it to the outside, looking back at Sparx as he is on one knee. Shane suddenly bursts up with energy though which KOP sees coming, dodging a kick and throwing Sparx down with a Side Slam. Sparx feels his back as King goes to the opposite corner, crouching down as he prepares for a running move.

Vince Walters: Whatever KOP has in mind now, it can’t be good for Sparx!

Shane gets back to his feet and stumbles towards the exposed turnbuckle, but he regains his footing and starts to head back towards the waiting KOP. King then charges forward, looking for a devastating spear, but at the last moment Shane side-steps KOP and pushes him towards the exposed turnbuckle, Shane collapsing onto his back after the momentum boost as KOP runs head first into the steel buckle!

Vince Walters: NO! THAT’S CHEATING! WHAT HAS HE DONE?!

The crowd explode with cheers as KOP has a glazed look in his eyes, stumbling back gingerly before he unintentionally turns around, his sense of vertigo lost after meeting the steel. Sparx sees KOP in trouble and decides to give him a dose of his own medicine, booting him in the stomach before he places King’s head between his legs, the crowd cheering louder than ever as Shane powers KOP onto his shoulders and executes a Sit-Out Powerbomb, similar to the one KOP does!

Jill Matthews: Shane Sparx just nailed KOP with his own version of that Powerbomb! KOP looks out cold!

Vince Walters: This can’t be happening! Somebody do something!

Sparx is being fed positivity by the crowd as he ascends the turnbuckle, sighing deeply with exhaustion before he balances himself and stands upright, leaping off with the WHEN SPARX FLY! Shane lands across King with the Frog Splash move, ignoring the amount of pain he’s in as he scrambles to the cover and hooks both legs!

Vince Walters: AHH!

Jill Matthews: WHEN SPARX FLY CONNECTED! HE’S COVERING KOP!

ONE!

Vince Walters: KICK-OUT! KICK-OUT!

TWO!

Jill Matthews: CAN SPARX DO IT?!

THREE!!!

Jill Matthews: SHANE SPARX HAS SUCCESSFULLY RETAINED THE TRANS-ATLANTIC CHAMPIONSHIP!

Sparx looks completely worn out but relieved as he lies across the defeated KOP, his arm being raised by the official before he is given back his TA Championship.

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, and STILL THE TRANS-ATLANTIC CHAMPION, SHANE SPARX!

[Roger Wright]

As Shane is handed his belt once again, and begins to celebrate with the crowd, suddenly a slow clapping can be heard over the PA system, before suddenly the titantron comes to life, showing Adrien Specter laying in a hospital bed, an IV drip in his arm. The crowd cheer once again as the sight of Specter, as he continues to clap, while Sparx simply looks at Adrien on the screen.

Adrien Specter: Well done Shane. It’s good to see you’re actually trying once again. Maybe last week you weren’t ready for KOP or whatever, but it’s good to see this week you were prepared for him. However, one thing that did remain clear to me is the fact you clearly weren’t paying attention last week Sparx. Because I kinda saw your rant earlier this week, and I must say I was shocked to hear some of the things you said. Because if I remember Shane, I said I was coming for your title last week…and yet I hear nothing about my challenge! Could it possibly be that you just don’t give a shit about me? Because I’ll tell you right now, I’m hurt.

I try so hard to get your attention, and you just cast it aside! And the one time my name is mentioned, you say it as though I’m not going to be a challenge to you. Because guess what? I’m not that same man who took the world title away from you…no, I’m a better man now. You can say as much as you want about the fact that you’re not going anywhere, but I’ll tell you this right now…I’m not going anywhere either.

I’m coming at you live from fucking Belgium, about to go and get a large number of skin grafts in order to remove these scars from my body. People think I’m stupid for doing it. People think I won’t be ready for you come Convicted…but guess what Shane…they’re wrong. Just like your wrong. Because I’m not only going to take you to your limit, I’m going to surpass you in every way conceivable. I’m going to strip you of that belt, and I’m gonna look stunning doing it. So you best get ready Sparx…because I don’t like being ignored. I don’t like people taking my threats lightly, and perhaps most importantly you’d best get ready for the fact that when I come back, I’m gonna be sending you 6 Feet Under.

The crowd cheers as Shane remains in the ring, looking up at the screen, a slight smirk on his face.

Adrien Specter: I’m about to be put to sleep Sparx…and you’d best be praying to any God that will listen, that I don’t wake up…Specter out!

The crowd cheers one more time, as Sparx smiles at the Titatron, before raising his newly retained TA title.

Jill Mathews: It would appear that even in his absence, Specter is still keeping a close eye on NEW.

Vince Walters: Yeah, no matter how hard we try we just can’t seem to get rid of the asshole…

Jill Mathews: And on that note, we’ll be back right after these messages.

[Roger Wright]

Matthews: Here we go Vince, in what has already been a great night, we have the second triple threat of the night, and a great one at that.

Walters: Ha! Great? Come on it’s been lack luster at best, the only thing that could fix this night would be if you showed the world those wonderful cans you have under that shirt.

Matthews: No Vince!

Walters: How about you just show me then?

Matthews: No you disgusting pig!

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first in the ring, CHRISTIAN RIVERS!!!!!



Lots of club-esque lights and strobes, which are needed for his fist pumping frenzy at the top of the rampway. Eventually he makes his way down to the ring, ocassionally lowering his five hundred dollar shades to flirt or get a better look at a hottie. He fist pumps more when he gets inside the ring and even rips his shirt off, revealing his perfectly chiseled body, much to the delight of the women in attendance.

Tom Davis: Introducing next to the ring, JAREK WHITAKER!!!!!



Fighting Trousers by: Professor Elemental begins playing over the PA as Professor Fantastic's aides de camp, Yes Man and General Gentleman stride out onto the stage armed with the Professor's patented 'Propaganda Cannons' (aka T-shirt guns painted golden).

Soon with a flash of gold pyro accompanied with a clock chime, the good Professor strides out from the back to a mix of boos and cheers (depending on who in the crowd takes him seriously), as he marches to the ring with his cronies in tow, he gestures flamboyantly to the ring, setting off another explosion of pyro from the ring corners.

With a hearty laugh, the Professor enters the ring, hands Yes Man his hat and adopts a fisticuffs pose.

Tom Davis: And their opponent, PROFESSOR FANTASTIC!!!!!

Matthews: All three men are in the ring and there is the bell to get this thing under way, and it looks like Rivers has designs to take the fight to them right away, but Fantastic and Whitaker are working together.

Taking Rivers up in the air, the two men work together to drop him with a brutal suplex. Lifting him up, Fantastic drops Rivers to the matt with a snap DDT in the middle of the ring, Whitaker immediately taking over and grabbing both the legs of Rivers and locking in a Boston Crab. Just as Whitaker pulls back on the hold, Fantastic grabs him and snaps him to the matt with a DDT, grabbing his legs and turning him over for a Boston Crab.

Matthews: So much for the team work lasting very long, Fantastic ended that and now seems to be poised for a quick win if he can make Whitaker tap.

Walters: Not going to happen, Rivers is back on his feet, and there is a drop kick to the back of the head of Fantastic from Rivers.

Rolling Whitaker over, Rivers tries for a quick pinfall.
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No!!!! Fantastic with a double axe handle to the back of River’s head, and he has the man back on his feet and with a whip slams him back first into the corner. Charging in, Fantastic leaps and delivers a brutal back elbow that sends Rivers stumbling out of the corner, right into the arms of Whitaker who snaps him up and hits a snap suplex on him.

Matthews: Man these guys are unrelenting, both of them just beating Rivers un mercilessly in the middle of the ring.

Walters: Yeah but Fantastic is moving for Whitaker, so things might be about to change.

Darting across the ring, Fantastic grabs Whitaker by the head and spins him around hitting a swinging neck breaker. Bouncing off the ropes, Fantastic leaps into the air, bringing a leg down across the neck of Whitaker, and immediately going for the cover.
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No!!!!

Matthews: Whitaker with the kick out, and Fantastic is back on the attack in this one, he has Whitaker on his feet and is driving him to the ropes with a series of left and rights.

Walters: Yeah but here comes Rivers, they just can’t keep that guy down, and he has Fantastic around the waist.

Lifting Fantastic into the air, Rivers executes a perfect German suplex on the man, immediately turning his attention to Whitaker after the move. Grabbing the groggy Whitaker, Rivers hooks him for a suplex, but Whitaker counters, instead back body dropping Rivers over the ropes and to the outside of the ring.

Matthews: My goodness, did you see that fall? Rivers may be seriously injured.

Stumbling on his feet, Whitaker throws a few fists into the air and turns around just in time for a knee to the mid section from Fantastic. Following the knee, Fantastic delivers a European uppercut, and then a brutal clothesline to Whitaker, the man falling back first to the matt. Bringing Whitaker back to his feet, Fantastic hooks both of his arms, but Whitaker counters, forcing Fantastic back first into the corner, following it with a series of shoulder thrusts.

Matthews: Rivers would appear to be a non factor, and now it’s just Whitaker and Fantastic going back and forth in this one, with Whitaker having upper hand at the moment.

Walters: Wow, did they teach you those observation skills at hot cock blocking blonde school?

Matthews: Shut up Vince!

Grabbing the arm of Fantastic, Whitaker pulls him from the corner, but Fantastic counters the whip, and then Whitaker counters the whip, this time sending Fantastic to the far ropes, and on the return attempting a clothesline, but Fantastic ducks it and spins around. As Whitaker turns, Fantastic delivers a kick to the stomach of Whitaker, following it with a quick Double arm DDT.

Matthews: AVE MACHINA!!!! It’s over, this one is over.

Walters: Not quite, here comes Rivers into the ring.

Flipping Whitaker over, Fantastic suddenly hops to his feet and spins around. As Rivers approaches, Fantastic delivers a series of punches and follows it with a Russian leg sweep, before dropping down to cover Whitaker.
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3!!!!

Matthews: It’s over, Fantastic new Rivers was coming, and used the Steampunk shuffle to stop him in his tracks.

Walters: Oh joy.

Matthews: Sarcasm noted Vince, and un needed.

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, PROFESSOR FANTASTIC!!!!!

[Roger Wright]

We cut backstage to visualize Cera residing on a bench in the locker room, adjusting her black gloves as Matt Slater paces about in front of her, the crowd booing in the background as they witness these two preparing for their respective matches tonight.

Matt Slater: You know, tonight is going to be a special night for both of us. Not only will I get the chance to destroy Judas Dathan inside a Hell in a Cell, and prove to him and the world that I am the superior wrestler, but you will also prove to Aaron Abraham, and to the entire world equally as much, that you deserve to be the Undisputed Champion.

Cera: I’m just angry that it’ll have to take place in this wretched country. The sooner I get out of here the better.

Matt Slater: I take it you’ve had bad experiences with Puerto Rico in the past?

Cera: You could say that...

Cera keeps her head bowed as she then goes about adjusting her customary belt that she wears around her jeans, Slater deciding to halt his pacing and sit beside her, focusing on his on-and-off tag team partner.

Matt Slater: You seem discouraged about something.

Cera: I’m fine, Matt. I just want to fucking shut up Aaron Abraham once and for all, and take what I’ve earned tonight.

Matt Slater: And I have no doubts that you will. It’s something you’ve worked towards your entire career, and later tonight, that championship will reside on your shoulder by the evening’s end.

Cera looks at Slater momentarily before the both of them smirk, Slater nodding towards her approvingly.

Cera: The thing is, Matt, after you defeat Judas Dathan and leave him a battered wreck, you’ll have to face me at Convicted for the Undisputed Championship. Does that bother you?

Matt Slater: What would bother me more is if neither of us won tonight, but I can’t see that being the case. I have every confidence that we’ll organize our opponent’s merciless demises, and come out of this event stronger than ever before.

Slater studies Cera curiously after this as Cera shrugs and looks back down again, raising an eyebrow before he speaks again.

Matt Slater: You’re not hiding anything are you?

Cera looks away slightly as Slater sighs, caressing her shoulder with his hand before he stands up again.

Matt Slater: Whatever it is, focus on Aaron Abraham first. Priorities matter here, Cera, and you won’t get far if you leave something on the mind that doesn’t need to harbour there.

Slater leaves this statement lingering as he turns and begins to head out of the locker room, only to be stopped by a comment that leads to immediate silence.

Cera: ... Tyler’s alive, Matt.

The two of them fail to say something as the crowd murmur faintly in the background, Slater eventually looking over his shoulder at Cera. Before he can say anything, Cera hurriedly gets up from the bench and passes him without gazing at him, vacating the locker room hastily which Slater tries to prevent.

Matt Slater: Cera, wait!

But it’s no use. Cera is already leaving on her own accord, Slater looking around with slight agitation until he bows his head with an exhalation.

Matt Slater: ... Damn it...

Slater remains stood at the door, unable to move as he looks to the ceiling in contemplation, the scene then cutting back to the arena for the next match of the evening.

[Roger Wright]

Matthews: Well here is another returner to the NEW, Josh cole after over a year is back in the NEW and tonight he takes on Al Envy in his return. Why the hell is this guy constantly wrestling on our show?

Walters: Because Roger knows talent, and he knows that Envy is full of it.

Matthews: Envy is full of something, but who knows if it’s talent.

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, JOSH COLE!!!!!



"For false Christs and false prophets will arise and will show great signs and wonders, so as to mislead, if possible, even the elect."

"Behold, I have told you in advance."

"So if they say to you, Behold, He is in the wilderness, do not go out, or, Behold, He is in the inner rooms, do not believe them."

"For just as the lightning comes from the east and flashes even to the west, so will the coming of the Son of Man be."

"Wherever the corpse is, there the vultures will gather."

3... 2... 1... Press Start!

Are you ready to play?

The fans cheer as "Face to the Floor" by "Chevelle" plays through the sound system as Blue pyro explodes and Josh Cole walks out to the top of the stage wearing light blue jean shorts and his 321 Shirt and pair of black and blue Adidas wrestling shoes. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp and looks over the crowd. As the chorus plays Josh heads down the ramp flipping off the fans.

He approaches ringside and takes in a quick breathe and jumps up onto the apron and hops over the top rope.

Josh walks around the ring a few times and climbs each turn buckle and taunts the crowd as the music fades out.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, he is the ShowStealer, AL ENVY!!!!!



As the song starts playing the green cRu ShowStealer sign comes up on the edgetron. green light kisses the darkness of the arena and at the 40 second mark of the song Al Envy slowly saunders onto the stage and drops to one knee and places his arms out. Al gets up and slowly walks to the ring and springboards inside it. He then climbs to the top turnbuckle and soaks in the hatred from the crowd and tells them how great he is jumps down from the top rope and sits down indian style in the center of the ring and waits for his opponent.

Matthews: Well here we go, PCW star Al Envy wrestling once again on NEW, for some on godly reason, and he is taking on Josh Cole.

Walters: Well the NEW needs someone to help boost the talent quotient.

Locking up collar to elbow style in the middle of the ring, Envy takes the upper hand with a wrist lock, turning it around into a hammerlock, and then a headlock. Pushing him back to the ropes, Cole sends Envy across the ring to the far ropes, breaking the hold. On the rebound, Envy ducks the clothesline, bouncing off the far ropes again and hitting a running swinging neck breaker on Cole. Quickly Envy goes for the pin
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No!!!!!

Matthews: Cole with a quick kick out there, and Envy is already back on the attack with a series of boots and a knee drop.

Walters: it looks like Al has shown up to teach Cole a lesson in this one!

Placing Cole in a standing side headlock, Envy appears to trash talk him as he guides Cole to the corner, releasing the hold only to slam the face of Cole into the top turnbuckle. Once more he slams him face first into the buckle, before wrapping his arms around the waist of Cole and sending him flying across the ring with an over the head release suplex. Scrambling over Envy covers him up.
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No!!!!

Matthews: Again Cole got the shoulder up.

Walters: Why? He has no chance, why even delay the inevitable?

Pulling the groggy Cole to his feet, Envy seems to tease Cole, slapping him across the face a few times, taunting him repeatedly. Suddenly Envy kicks him in the stomach, and then drops him to the matt with a double axe handle, and again he taunts Cole, pushing him down as he tries to get back up, finally leaning down to taunt Cole some more. Suddenly cole reaches up and pulls Envy down for a small package.
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No!!!!!

Matthews: Oh my, Envy’s arrogance nearly cost him the match there after that quick move by Cole.

Walters: Desperation move, that’s all that was.

Jumping to his feet, Envy turns for Cole, but Josh bounces off the ropes, and ducks the swinging right hand of Envy, and off the next set of ropes, slams into Envy with a Spear, Cole jumping to his feet and spreading both arms out wide, his eyes wide. Rolling on the matt for a moment, Envy stumbles to his feet and Cole moves in, delivering a kick to the stomach of Envy, following it with a snap DDT, and a cover.
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No!!!!

Matthews: Cole has turned the momentum of this match and is pushing the advantage he has at this moment.

Walters: Jesus, all of this from a stupid small package?

As Envy pulls himself to his feet, Cole stands back measuring the man up. Just as Envy turns to Cole, Josh yells out ‘welcome to my world’ and delivers a brutal Roundhouse kick that appears to take the head off of Envy as the man falls limp to the matt. Dropping down Cole quickly goes for the cover.
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NO!!!! Envy get’s his left foot on the bottom rope.

Matthews: I thought it was over, but Envy got his foot on the rope!

Walters: That’s a veteran move right there, always know where you are in the ring, and it keeps envy alive, for the win in this match.

Standing back, Cole stares intently, his eyes wide open, as Envy uses the ropes to pull himself up. Moving in Josh Reaches for Envy, but Al grabs his waist band and pulls Cole through the middle rope, Josh spilling to the outside of the ring. With a thrust Envy pulls himself up and stumbles around the ring, shaking his head.

Matthews: That will slow the momentum of Josh down, and it gives Al what he needs, a chance to catch his breath and shake the cobwebs from his head.

Walters: And that is why Envy is a former NEW world champion right there!

Slipping under the bottom rope, Envy grabs Cole who is barely to his feet. Leading him by the head and back, Envy slams Josh shoulder first into the ring post, the man falling to the ground, his left arm immediately grabbing for the shoulder. Un finished, Envy again leads Cole, his arm clutching the shoulder around the ring, and this time sends him back first into the steel steps around the ring.

Matthews: Envy has lost it, he doesn’t want to just beat Josh, he is trying to hurt the man.

Walters: Well Cole tried to embarrass him, what do you expect him to do in response?

Rolling Josh into the ring, Envy follows shortly there after. Using the ropes, Cole drags himself to his feet and turns right into Envy how delivers a kick to the mid section and hooks him, lifting him into the air and bringing him down with a perfectly executed brain buster.

Matthews: GBE!!!!! This one is over, there’s the count.
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3!!!!!

Walters: Just another day at the office for the Show Stealer!

Matthews: Yeah a hard day at the office, he nearly lost this match on two occasions!

Walters: Naw, he gave the fans what they wanted, and that was a great match! And in the end he won!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, The Show Stealer, AL ENVY!!!!!

[Roger Wright]

Vince Walters: Here we go, this next match should be something to write home about, just like when you confessed your love for me, right Jill?

Jill Matthews: I agree with you on the first part. As far as the second goes? Get bent..

Vince Walters: Oh that sounds hot. Is it in the Kama Sutra'?

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 Matthews: And there he is, folks! The former Ignite Heavyweight Champion and the man who just last week, defeated Ryan Pugh!

Vince Walters: Yeah but he's not wearing the muscle suit!

Jill Matthews: I don't think that has anything to do with what he's capable of in the ring, Vince.

Vince Walters: Well, no. I guess it doesn't. But at least it would give me a reason to tell you that muscle bound meat heads are out this season..and you should..

Jill Matthews: Zip it..

As "Man Without Fear" begins to come 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 the sound of the bell, never taking his eyes off Carter.

Vince Walters: Woo boy! The tension in that ring is so thick it could be cut with a butter knife about now, huh Jill?

Jill Matthews: These two both have something to prove tonight. Finelli wants to get back in the hunt for the Xtreme Title and Carter wants to continue his winning ways since returning!

Vince Walters: Yeah, but look at the size difference! Finelli towers over Carter!

Jill Matthews: Matthew Carter will definitely have to think outside the box here, but he's also been at the very top of NEW once before so don't count him out just yet, Vince.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The bell sounds as both combatants begin to circle around the ring, sizing each other up. They then start dead in their tracks, only to meet face to face in the middle of the ring, as the jaw jacking commences. Well, for Carter's it's more of a face to jaw sort of thing. The trash talking becomes heated as Carter slaps Finelli right across the face, which does nothing but piss the bigger man off. He reels back and slaps Carter with a pimp hand of his own, sending Matt back a couple steps. However, Carter is right back in his face. The two then run away from each other, come off the ropes as if they're about to see who's stronger, but in a clever yet swift motion, Carter slides under Finelli's legs and all the way under the ropes to the outside, where he grabs a steel chair while Finelli is in the process of climbing outside. As Frank hops down off the apron to get at Carter CRASH! Steel meets skull as the impact echoes throughout the arena. This causes the big man to fall to a knee as CRASH! Once more he's hit directly over the head with a steel chair.

Jill Matthews: What a vicious array of chair shots from Carter there!

Vince Walters: I'm amazed the Executioner is even still conscious after that one two punch!

Jill Matthews: Frank's a lot stronger than you give him credit for, Vince. But I'll agree, those lethal shots with that chair must've done a number on Finelli as he still appears to be dazed!

Carter now discards the chair and looks under the ring for another weapon to use. He slowly pulls out a kendo stick as an ear to ear grin forms on his face. He hoists it with both hands high above his head, as if he's about to administer the killing blow but seemingly out of nowhere Finelli lands a brutal kick to Matt's gut, causing him to drop the weapon. Frank then seizes the moment and hurls Carter head first into the steel ring post as the force from this sends his opponent damn near over the safety railing. Finelli continues to stalk Carter, who's trying to shake the cobwebs out after being introduced to the ring post. Frank picks up Carter and drops him throat first on the same railing he had crashed into before as the fans give a mixed reaction and Matthew is now clutching his throat.

Vince Walters: What a war and it's only just begun! These two look more like they want to kill each other than become the number one contender to Pugh's Xtreme Title!

Jill Matthews: That it does, and now it looks like Frank is about to move in for the kill in this one.

Moving in Frank grabs for Carter, but Carter grabs a soda out of the crowd and tosses it into the face of Finelli, causing the man to shake his head for a moment and wipe the liquid away from his face. Seeing the chance, Carter charges across the ring and slams Finelli back first into the ring apron. Reaching down, Carter grabs the chair he tossed aside earlier and brings it over his head, but Finelli kicks Carter in the stomach, and lifts Carter into the air, powerbombing him down onto the concrete.

Jill Matthews: Frank with a brutal powerbomb and is taking control of Matthew, rolling him into the ring as I speak.

Vince Walters: Yep but he may be giving Carter too much time to recover.

Rolling into the ring, Frank grabs the chair off the ground before he does so. Moving in Frank brings the chair up over his head in preparation to bring it down, but Matthew leaps up into the air snatching him around the head and delivering the Wrong Stuff to him. Suddenly Carter is back on his feet, steel chair in hand, waiting as the man drags himself to his feet, just as Finelli turns around, Carter slams the chair into his knee, cutting Finelli down to one knee. Swiveling around, Carter swings the chair like a bat and with a sick thud, Finelli falls to the matt, Carter rolling him over for the pinfall.
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3!!!!

Vince Walters: And with a series of brutal moves that may have destroyed the knee of Frank, this match is over and Carter is going on to Convicted to face Ryan Pugh for the Extreme title!!!!

Jill Matthews: Is till can’t believe the brutality that was this match. And Frank took one of the most vicious chair shots I have ever seen at the end, Carter bent that chair nearly in half on the head of Frank.

Tom Davis: here is your winner, MATTHEW CARTER!!!!!!

[Roger Wright]

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.



Out from the back walks Judas Dathan, a steel chair grasped in his hand, he makes his way to the ring, his eyes never leaving Matt Slater as he does.

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be contested in the Hell in a cell. To my right stands Matt Slater!!!!

A smattering of boo's fills the arena as the man doesn't even bother to raise his hands.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, JUDAS DATHAN!!!!!

Cheers go up around the arena as Dathan smiles and begins to stretch using the ropes for support.

Matthews: Here we go Vince, both Slater and Dathan are in the ring and the cage has been lowered down.

Walters: There is no where to hide for Dathan!

Matthews: Nor is there for Slater, the two of them are going to beat the living hell out of each other, all for a chance to face the NEW Undisputed Champion.

Walters: Actually Slater is going to do it because of his hatred for Judas, the title shot is just a perk on top of everything.

Right as the cage hit the ground, Slater took off across the ring and tackled Judas who’s back was turned stretching his back on the ropes. Knees on Dathan’s shoulders, Slater hit him with a left, and then a right, and another series of left and rights. Squirming on the matt, Dathan manages to slam his knees into the lower back of Slater, forcing the man to release his hold on him.

Matthews: And these two are off to a hot start, Slater with the surprise attack before the bell and the closed fists to the face of Dathan.

Walters: Yeah and he isn’t done.

As Dathan works back to his feet, Slater moves in and drops him with a kick to the stomach area. Sliding out of the ring Slater grabs a chair from the outside and slides back into the ring. Just as Judas gets to his feet, he turns only to feel a chair small into his face. With Judas laying on his back, Slater raises the chair over his head, but Judas kicks upwards, his foot striking Slater directly in nuts, the man dropping the chair.

Walters: Oh what a shock, Judas with a low blow. Totally a cheap shot.

Matthews: Yeah and striking him with a steel chair isn’t cheap? Come off it Vince, there are no rules here, anything goes.

Using the ropes, Dathan pulls himself to his feet and shakes the cobwebs out of his head. Turning around he ducks a swing from the chair by Slater, as the man turns back to him, Dathan kicks him in the midsection, the chair falling to the matt and Judas hooking his head and snap DDT’ing him into the chair, then rolling him over for the pin fall.
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NO!!!!!

Matthews: Slater with the kick out, and I thought this one was over. That DDT was brutal and right onto the chair.

Walters: Yeah but it isn’t Judas’ moment, he had his, it’s Slater’s moment.

Rolling Slater out of the ring, Judas follows him out and drags the man to his feet. Guiding Slater around the ring he slams him face first into the cage around the ring, splitting Slater’s face open. Holding Slater up, Judas once more slams his face into the cage, and spins him around, suplexing him to the matt outside the ring. Rolling him over, Judas takes off for the top corner and mounts the ropes. At the top he stands up and leaps off attempting the Krisis Kore, but Slater rolls out of the way, Judas slamming into the ground and falling forward into the cage.

Matthews: Judas went big and it backfired on him, he missed the Krisis Kore and Slater is looking to capitalize.

Walters: Yeah he is, and this one is going to be over rather soon here.

Grabbing Judas by the head, Slater drags his face across the cage before turning him around and whipping him into the ring post, Judas’ head bouncing off the post with a sick thud, and Judas falling to the ground in a heap. Grabbing the man, Slater rolls him into the ring, and follows him in. With the chair in his hands, Slater watches as Judas tries to pull himself up with the ropes. As he reaches his feet, Judas stumbles and turns around, Slater swings the chair but Judas leaps into the air and drop kicks the chair into the face of Slater.

Matthews: There is still fight left in Judas, but both men are bleeding from the forehead and this match is starting to get out of control

Walters: Which plays to the hand of Slater, Judas won’t be able to keep up this aggression, you can already see it in his eyes and the way he is stumbling around the ring.

Rolling Slater over, Judas drops down and attempts to the pin.
1
2
No!!!! Slater kicks out and hooks the legs of Judas and rolls him over for the pin fall.
1
2
No!!!!

Matthews: Judas and Slater are going back and forth with a series of near pin falls right there, but Slater seems to be up to his feet first.

Walters: Yeah and he is already moving in for the kill.

Grabbing Judas, Slater lifts the man into the air, and brings him down with a brain buster that lands onto the steal chair. Back to his feet, Slater brings Dathan back to his feet, Hooking his arms, with the mans head jammed between his legs, Slater leaps into the air slamming Dathan face first into the matt with the Dawn of Sorrow. Rolling him over, Slater attempts the pin.
1
2
NO!

Matthews: Slater seems in full control and this one might be approaching the end.

Walters: It’s almost a matter of time.

Bringing Judas back to his feet, Slater kicks at Judas, but the man catches his foot, and drops Slater with a clothesline. Neither man rushing to his feet from the matt. Using the ropes Judas pulls himself up and turns around, but Slater is already on his feet, and snap suplexes Judas into the middle of the ring.

Matthews: Quick desperation there by Judas, but Slater is back in control.

Walters: Yeah and this thing is about to get ugly.

Setting the chair up in the middle of the ring, it barely stands form the abuse it has taken throught he match. Turning to Judas, Slater lets the man stumble towards him and hooks him, dropping him with a shockwave onto the steel chair, causing the chair to fold in the middle of the ring. Covering him up Slater goes for the pin.
1
2
3!!!!

Matthews: he just Shockwaved Judas’ onto the steel chair, and it folded up like an accordion.

Walters: More importantly Slater is going to Convicted to fight for the Undisputed title.

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, MATT SLATER!!!!!!

[Roger Wright]

'She paints her fingers with a close precision... he starts to notice empty bottles of gin, and takes a moment to assess the sins she's paid for. A lonely speaker in a conversation... her words are swimmin' through his ears again...
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for... '

Vince Walters: What the fuck is going on?

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[The music suddenly blasts through the speakers as the lights go an eerie midnight blue, flashing twice before trailing down to focus on the entrance, where someone quite unexpected stands. Her electric blue eyes flashing with the utmost mischief, the woman known simply as the Queen stands with her arms spread out, and the ref slowly drops the arm of Slater, which he'd raised in victory, as Matt looks coldly towards Vanessa...]

Jill Matthews: That... she's...

Vince Walters: What the fuck?! I thought she was in the hospital?!

Jill Matthews: I'd heard she'd gotten out a couple days ago, but why is she here of all places?!

Vince Walters: Revenge for what Slater did to Dathan?

Jill Matthews: Somehow... I think it's more than that, Vince...



Vanessa: Oh hai.

Vince Walters: Really? REALLY?!

Jill Matthews: Shut up Vince! You KNOW you wanna see this confrontation!

Vanessa: Why thank you, Miss Matthews. Now now, Mr Slater... whatever will we do with you? *she pauses as he says something, before laughing* Oh silly boy, you think I'm here to get revenge? No no, see... Athena will have her vengeance in due time my friend. But you sir, are a sinner... a man against his word, against his code of honor... if he ever had one. You're pitiful really. And yes, as you can probably tell kiddo... my family's pretty damned good with words.

Slater: *grabs the mic from Vanessa* Pitiful? The only thing that's pitiful around here is your sorry excuse for a stable!

Vanessa: *snatches her mic back before shrugging* Eh... I think we're pretty cool. We've got morals... values... we know how to respect others, and when it's time to help the devils pay for the sins they commit...

Slater: ... And that's supposed to imply that I don't? I have morals. I have values. I respect those who I deem worthy of being respected. It's just that I no longer act like a hypocrite, or a liar, or a deceiver. I've made those mistakes in the past, but these idiotic people can't seem to understand that I'm better than they are for moving on and admitting it.

Vanessa: *ignores the boos from the crowd* Aww Matty, are you getting grumpy? Poor Mr Slater... would you like a pacifier perhaps? Your safety blanket... aka my sister?

[Smirking at Slater's scowl, V flips herself over the rope. Matt moves out of the way as she lands where he had been standing, and she suddenly swings a high kick at him, which he easily dodges. Judas is coming to in the middle of the ring as the Queen connects with a wicked knife edge chop, and Slater recovers and rushes at her to hit another move, when music interrupts their little brawl, and V ducks and spears the man into the corner, before hopping back to the middle of the mat, and dropping to one knee, holding her side but looking at the person coming out with a grin as she moves the mic back to her lips.]

Vanessa: Just a taste...

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[Suddenly, “Fighting Trousers” by Professor Elemental begins playing, ushering in the surprising arrival of the long MIA Professor Fantastic, who struts down to the ring with a cane in his hand, a pipe in his mouth, and his two cronies nowhere to be found. Slater and the Queen give the deranged ‘villain’ a wide berth, Vanessa looking amused, the former Knight of the Court remaining stoic in the corner. The Professor removes the pipe from his mouth and gives a hearty chuckle as he motions for and receives a microphone.]

Professor: Well well well, and what have we here on this most wondrous of occasions? It would appear somebody has ran afoul of my arch enemy! Tsk tsk, Mr. Slater, trying to play the villain, hm? I think you forget just who runs that little racket around here!

[Slater moves to his feet and points threateningly at Fantastic, eyes narrowed into slits, and the self-proclaimed villain backs off, hands up in the air as he takes a strategic position behind a now standing Vanessa, upon reaching them.]

Professor: *Hastily* However, I’m not one to crush a rising star in the ranks of do-baddery just out of a spiteful need for a monopoly!

[The Professor’s attitude shifts in a barely perceptible manner, arching an expectant eyebrow at Vanessa, who bats her eyelashes at him as he speaks.]

Professor: However…I could be convinced with... due monetary compensation...

[Vanessa pauses, then rolls her eyes like a bystander accosted by a mime, before handing over a rather large wad of cash to the Professor, who tips his hat.]

Professor: Ah, as the French say: Muchas Gracias!

[The Professor then turns to Slater and adopts a fisticuffs pose, both of his hands occupied by the mic and the money. Vanessa smiles brightly and rocks on her feet as she watches.]

Professor: And now, Mister Slater, no hard feelings, but this is just business!

[Slater smirks coldly as he takes a step towards the Professor before......]

*THUNK!*

[Slater staggers forward, clutching the back of his head in agitation as he turns to see General Gentleman, Yes Man by his side (waving like an imbecile), in the crowd toting a t-shirt cannon. Before Slater can realize the entirety of the trap, the Professor drops the mic, gets down on one knee and low blows the former Silver Knight. As Slater doubles over in pain, the Professor spins him around and nails the Ave Machina, spiking Slater’s face into the mat. The Professor is quick to gather the wad of cash and exit the ring, making a beeline for the back and leaving the Queen and the fallen Knight in the ring, his new financial windfall being waved over his shoulder.]

Vince Walters: Ouch! That's gotta hurt! Right in his not so royal anymore, jewels!

Jill Matthews: I wonder why Vanessa decided to use Fantastic??

Vanessa: *in a sing-song voice* One two, fuck you! Three four, your girl's a whore. Five six, you make me sick. Seven eight, you'll soon learn your fate. Nine ten, let's go again!

Vince Walters: Wha-



[Suddenly, the sound of 'You're Going Down' hits the speakers as two more members of the Court stroll down the rampway, walking in unison. Reya Serra holds the Youngblood title on her shoulder confidently, as her attention is focused on Judas in the ring. Meanwhile Finelli, walking with a hard limp and a bandaged knee, has his sights on Slater. Vanessa looks over at the slowly rising man, before whipping around and swinging out to hit a high knee into his abdomen. But as Slater bends over, he rams his shoulder into the Queen, slamming her hard into the ropes. Suddenly, Slater is hit with a chair from behind! Judas Dathan is on his feet, holding the steel chair used against him!]

Vince Walters: How is he still standing?! The little fucker should be out cold!

Jill Matthews: He had to get a shot in... it wouldn't have been right if he hadn't! But Judas is going down now. That match was too much for him!

Vince Walters: He's out like a light, and Reya is motioning for EMTs as she takes care of the idiot. Slater, on the other hand, managed to knock the wind out of the stupid bint in the ring.

Jill Matthews: Yes but Matt also got a nasty shot to the head! He's turned around to confront the now unconscious Judas when suddenly... HE'S HIT BY FRANK! Finelli has a mallet!!

[As Frank Finelli slams Slater with the mallet, Matt goes down once more. Frank has a very evil look in his eyes as he sends the mallet into Slater a second time.The Queen, now slowly standing again and clutching her side, has a slight smirk on her face as her Executioner is getting a point across to Matt as he lies there. Frank stands over him for a moment and his voice booms into a microphone...]

Frank: You see Matt, you may be able to beat some one down like you did to Dathan, but that kind of shit comes back on you at some point. Welcome to that point for you Slater.

Vanessa: *putting her own mic to her lips and wincing* Just a taste of what you've paid for.....

[Frank wields the mallet one last time and brings it down, and another sickening thud is heard through out the arena. Finelli drops the mallet and looks over at Vanessa , her devilish smirk wider now.... as she nods at her Executioner, pleased. Frank lets the mallet drop from his hands, as he stands over a groaning Slater, while Judas is put on a stretcher. Suddenly, 'Been to Hell' by Hollywood Undead starts playing, but is cut off by....]



[Vanessa grins widely and starts dancing in the middle of the ring as Finelli and Reya follow the EMTs and the fallen Bishop out, while Slater is slowly put on his own stretcher. As a couple more EMTs start carrying Matt out, the Queen bends down and puts her hand in her ex-silver knight's blood and rubs it all over her hands, as though it were hand sanitizer, before picking up her mic and speaking into it again as she leaves the ring.]

Vanessa: Mr Slater, I hope you can hear this sweety, cuz we have unfinished business! You think this is the end? No no, my dear... this is only the beginning. I, the Queen, hereby announce that I will not only be going for the Xtreme title once again... but I'm going for your head Matt Slater. OFF WITH HIS HEAD! Bahahaha! The Court has been adjourned... for now.

Vince Walters: What...the... fuck?!

Jill Matthews: She's lost her marbles... the Queen's gone insane!

[The scene fades to Vanessa dancing down the aisle to 'Best Friend' by Toybox, passing a rather pissed off Cera. The two women lock eyes, and the Queen skips a step back from her sister, then makes a curtsy motion, giggles, and dances away. The Baddest Bitch stares after her for a moment, then watches as Slater is carried away on a stretcher, her eyes locking angrily onto his lifeless form as she says something that is vaguely heard...]

Cera: You better come through this, you idiot... I need you there to celebrate my victory with me...

[Cera flinches slightly as they carry Slater away, before she turns swiftly to the ring and makes her way to it, as the scene fades to commercial before the main event of the evening...]

[Roger Wright]

As we return from the last commercial break of the evening, we see Cera pacing around the ring, looking stern and annoyed as she impatiently waits for this match to get underway.

Jill Matthews: Welcome back to Ignite, ladies and gentleman, for what will be our Main Event of the evening and ... what the hell did we just witness?

Vince Walters: I can’t even put it into words! But what I will put into words is that Cera is one pissed off woman, and she is going to use that aggression against Aaron Abraham momentarily!

Jill Matthews: This match will be for the NEW Undisputed Championship, a match that both competitors have been preparing for all week long here in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

Vince Walters: And it won’t make any bit of difference, because Aaron Abraham is going to remain the Undisputed Champion after this match is over! That I can guarantee!

Jill Matthews: You and your guarantees. I’d love to see your face if you’re wrong about this prediction...

Tom Davis: Ladies and gentleman, this is the Main Event of the evening!

The crowd cheer loudly at this, Cera undeterred from her pacing and volatile attitude as she concentrates only on the entrance.

Tom Davis: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the NEW UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Currently in the ring, she is the challenger! From Sky Valley, Georgia, weighing in tonight at 135lbs, CERA!

Again Cera remains indifferent of her behaviour as the crowd register a loud mixed reaction for the successful female of New Edge Wrestling. All she continues to do is wander around the ring, keeping her eyes on the stage area, waiting for Aaron Abraham to come out.

Jill Matthews: Cera earned her way into this match after winning the Rumble a few weeks ago on Ignite. Not only did she claim $5million dollars of Jesse Styles’ money and got to book an Ignite card, but she was also granted an Undisputed Championship Match, which is happening here and now.

Vince Walters: I must say, Cera has been on a dominant role for weeks now, but that is all going to change tonight. I can feel it!



Suddenly the arena goes completely black as the screeching techno intro of “Sorry You're Not A Winner” by Enter Shikari blasts from the speakers, Cera halting her pacing amidst the darkness and standing firm in the center of the ring. The darkness remains until around twenty seconds in when the song kicks in and green lights start to appear around the arena, beginning to circle around eventually until the chorus plays, resulting in Aaron Abraham moving through the curtain and being seen by the fans in attendance and those watching at home. He walks to one side of the ramp as he shows off the Undisputed Championship, the crowd booing loudly as he tours to the other side and does the same action. This is before he makes his way to the center of the stage and stares at Cera from afar, telling her that she won’t get this belt before he makes his way down the ramp with a quick pace.

Tom Davis: And her opponent, from Camden, New Jersey, weighing in tonight at 228lbs, he is the UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, AARON ABRAHAM!

Jill Matthews: Aaron Abraham won that acclaimed championship at Kamikaze against Judas Dathan, and he is on a mission to bring its prestige back, saying that it’s been passed around so much that it has lost its value.

Vince Walters: Of course it has, but being around Abraham’s waist, its value has gone up exponentially! He is a great champion, Jill, and you will see why after this match against Cera!

Jill Matthews: Let’s not count Cera out though. She can be ferocious and dominant in that ring, and it was only last week that Cera left Abraham down with an Xtreme Speed, something that might happen again tonight.

Vince Walters: That was a lucky shot when Abraham was distracted, Jill! Cera won’t get that chance in this match, and she certainly won’t be leaving as the Undisputed Champion.

AA is now in the ring, climbing all four corners and showing off the championship as he does so. Still Cera remains firm as he walks around her to each corner, ending on the fourth one and handing his belt over to the referee. Aaron then takes his position in the corner as Cera is instructed to go back, doing so silently without breaking her gaze from the champion. The referee acknowledges both of them before he raises the Undisputed Title up to show the crowd what is at stake, spinning around on the spot before he hands it to an outside official. AA is verbalizing something to Cera which we can’t detect, but it’s probably something that will get under her skin. However, Cera remains focused and unaffected by his words as she stands tall in the corner.

Jill Matthews: You can feel the tension between these two. All year they have fought in a variety of matches for different championships, but none are more important than this one.

Vince Walters: This match is going to bring the house down, Jill! Oh, and Abraham is going to bring Cera down and send her straight to hell! That way, she doesn’t need to wait until she dies!

Jill Matthews: That’s a nice statement, Vince. Thank you for saying it. I’m sure the people at home found that to be rather insightful and logical.

Vince Walters: I do my best!

The bell sounds and this match is underway! Abraham moves forward to combat Cera, but she immediately rushes forward and starts delivering strong kicks to AA’s chest and stomach! Abraham tries a defensive strategy but it’s no use, Cera too ruthless to calm down with her assault. She forces Aaron to the corner and continues to exercise some violent kicks, the referee being forced to step in and warn her off.

Jill Matthews: And look at Cera go! All of her frustration and anger is coming out here in the early going!

Cera tells the referee to fuck off, but this gives Abraham the opportunity to reverse the momentum and catch her with a strong forearm, placing her in the corner instead before unleashing some hard knees and shoulder blocks to her sternum. Abraham then pulls Cera away from the corner and whips her across the ring, Cera hitting the other turnbuckle with velocity. AA runs forward but Cera retaliates with a high boot from the corner, nailing Abraham with a shining wizard that takes him down!

Vince Walters: Damn this match is just a brawl, and I love it!

Cera covers Abraham...

ONE!

TWO!

Abraham gets his shoulder up, all to roll away from Cera before she tries to pull him up. AA ends up outside the ring, but this doesn’t stop Cera, running at the ropes and flying over the ropes with a crossbody block! Abraham collapses after the dive and Cera punches away at him, the referee leaving the ring too and surveying this match that has gotten out of hand.

Jill Matthews: This is not a Falls Count Anywhere Match or a No Holds Barred Match. There are disqualifications and count-outs here, but the referee is being fairly lenient!

Vince Walters: So he should! He knows these two won’t back down and abide by the rules, so he’s best to leave them be- LOOK OUT!

Cera went to slam AA’s head onto the announce table, but Abraham blocked it just in time. He then nails Cera with a knee and then a right hand, whipping her into the steel steps afterwards! AA shrugs off the kicks he’s suffered unto and moves over to a grounded Cera, bringing her to the announce table again and slamming her face onto it instead!

Jill Matthews: Okay, I think we need to move from this spot.

Vince Walters: You know, you might be right about that.

AA places Cera onto the table and mounts it himself, the referee’s warnings falling on deaf ears. The crowd are going ballistic as Abraham pulls Cera up to her knees, but Cera strikes AA with a punch straight to his stomach, getting back to her feet before placing him into a front facelock.

Jill Matthews: Cera might be going for a DDT onto the announce desk!

Vince Walters: Move out of the way!

Unfortunately for Cera, AA diverts the DDT by blocking the move, removing himself from the facelock before he starts elbowing Cera in the head and back. After Aaron takes a breath, he then brings Cera onto his shoulders and swings her around suddenly, driving her through the table with an F5! The table breaks with debris scattering all around them, and Matthews and Walters are left without monitors and headsets. AA eventually starts to move from the carnage as Cera remains motionless, Abraham then starting to pull her out by her legs. The referee decides to just let this go, only telling them to get back in the ring, which Abraham seems to be obeying. AA, with his back slightly damaged, pulls Cera up and rolls her under the ropes, Cera looking groggy as Abraham gets onto the apron.

Jill Matthews: Are we ... are we still on? Do these work?

Vince Walters: I th... wha... jus...

Jill Matthews: Vince Walter’s headset seems to be playing up on him, but nothing has been more damaged than Cera! She just got driven down with that F5 through the table. Can you hear me, Vince?

Vince Walters: Ye... Yes ... oh, I think ... yeah, I think this is working now, sort of.

AA is balanced on the top rope, flying off and crushing Cera with a double foot stomp! He takes his time for a moment before he turns around and covers her, the referee getting into position...

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Cera kicks out, despite suffering an F5 through the announce table!

Jill Matthews: Cera kicked out! This woman is damn tough!

Vince Walters: She may be tough, but Abraham will still prevail!

Abraham brings Cera up gradually before he delivers a Fisherman Buster on her, pulling her back up before dealing out a German Suplex, followed by a Tiger Suplex, and ending with a Dragon Suplex, all in succession. AA is rolling as he feels his back momentarily, stomping on Cera a few times before he pulls her up once more and executes a Northern Lights Suplex into a bridge...

ONE!

TWO!

Cera kicks out again!

Jill Matthews: Abraham’s technical mastery is coming into play, but Cera still escaped being defeated after all of those suplexes.

Abraham resides on his knees as he evaluates the situation, looking around the arena in contemplation. Unbeknownst to Abraham, Cera and the announcers, even most of the crowd, there is a familiar person going around the fans, wearing a flowering dress but having a leather jacket on that is zipped up and remarkably similar to Cera’s.

Vince Walters: Stop wasting time Abraham and keep on the attack!

AA decides to use his submission techniques and places Cera in a figure four leg lock, wanting to damage her legs to the extent where they can hardly be used. Cera looks agonized and tormented but she continues to fight, battling through this as the referee repeatedly questions her if she wants to give up. Even AA keeps telling her to tap out, but Cera won’t accept the humiliation and weakness of submitting, fighting her way out as she starts to turn over to reverse the hold. AA tries to keep her secured though, both of them remaining on their sides as they both struggle to get the upper hand. Finally, after several moments, Cera manages to turn AA over, Abraham now feeling the excruciating pain before he unravels his legs from hers.

Jill Matthews: That Figure Four could have done a lot of damage, but Cera found her way out of it.

Vince Walters: I doubt she’d be fine though. I bet her legs are tarnished!

Cera stumbles back up to her feet as AA does the same, going over to her and trying to grasp one of her legs. But Cera jumps up and connects with a hard enziguri, AA falling to the canvas as Cera tries to build up momentum. Cera stands up and hobbles around the ring, trying desperately to get the feeling in her legs back, but she does manage to nail two flying forearm shots at Abraham that knock him down twice. AA is valiant though as he keeps on attempting to switch the momentum again, Cera building up adrenaline as she nails Abraham with a Tiger Feint Kick, followed by a Machine Gun Kick, and then executing a Spinning Hurricanrana!

Jill Matthews: Abraham is in trouble, and Cera is close to achieving her dream of being the Undisputed Champion!

Vince Walters: Abraham always finds a way out of these things! He’ll rebound back!

Cera brings AA up and connects with a Spinning Wheel Kick, and it looks like she is about to go for the cover. However, to the dismay and shock of everyone, Cera decides to use a submission hold on the champion, placing him in a Sharpshooter before turning him over, the crowd going ecstatic as AA scrambles around, trying to get to the ropes!

Jill Matthews: Look at this! Cera has got Aaron Abraham in a Sharpshooter!

Vince Walters: Whatcha ... HUH?! Where did she learn that?!

Jill Matthews: Who cares, but she has AA trapped!

The crowd are at a fever pitch as Cera leans back with the Sharpshooter, AA pushing his upper body up to try and dilute the pain somewhat. He begins to crawl towards the ropes, getting there gradually, but before he can break the hold, Cera switches the Sharpshooter into an STF, AA trapped again as the crowd roar even more so!

Vince Walters: NOW AN STF?! THIS IS UNBELIEVEABLE!

Jill Matthews: Could Cera make Aaron Abraham submit here?! It’s for the Undisputed Title!

AA is shaking as he tries to counter this hold, Cera applying more pressure with the STF as Abraham finally gets one of his arms free. He starts reaching out but the pain appears to be too much, causing him to hesitate at points and contemplate a decision. Finally, after toiling with what to do, Abraham lunges forward and grasps the bottom rope, Cera being forced to break the hold. However, Cera doesn’t break the hold; she changes it. She unravels her legs from AA’s and then places him in a Rear Naked Choke, cinching in a death grip that AA hasn’t felt before!

Vince Walters: OH COME ON! THIS ISN’T FAIR!

Jill Matthews: OF COURSE ITS FAIR, AND CERA COULD BE ON THE VERGE OF WINNING THIS MATCH!

Cera is tenacious as she keeps the pressure on, but so is AA as he fights for his life, battling up to his feet and finding the time to back Cera into the corner! He crushes her in with a few body presses, Cera finally breaking the hold, AA stumbling out and feeling his throat. The referee tries to check on AA but Cera is already rushing out looking for a kick, Abraham turning around at this precise point. Yet in a moment of deviousness, AA pulls the referee in front of him and Cera strikes him with a Super Kick instead, Cera looking at the downed referee briefly before she turns back to AA, who takes her by surprise with a Jumping DDT!

Jill Matthews: Oh would you look at that! Abraham just got that referee caught by a kick! Is that what the Undisputed Champion should do?

Vince Walters: He couldn’t see! He was trying to get him to help, but he inadvertently stumbled into Cera’s path!

Jill Matthews: Oh that’s a bunch of bullshit, Vince! I knew exactly what AA was doing!

AA has mounted the top turnbuckle, looking down at Cera with pain in his eyes, but he commits himself to this task anyway, jumping off with the PHOENIX SPLASH! Suddenly Cera raises her knees and Abraham lands on them, his back being damaged as the crowd respond with a loud ovation!

Vince Walters: NO! GET BACK UP!

Jill Matthews: CERA BLOCKED THE PHOENIX SPLASH WITH HER KNEES!

AA and Cera reside on the canvas for a while until the two start to stir, the referee still not moving as they two battle for supremacy and for championship gold. They manage to get up and oppose each other, Cera nailing a kick before AA retaliates with an elbow strike. They continue this pattern until Abraham gets the upper hand, whipping Cera to the ropes and going for a belly-to-belly suplex on the rebound. However, Cera headbutts AA in the face as he tries to hoist her up, Abraham feeling his nose as he detaches his hands from her waist, only to suffer until an XTREME RUSH followed by the XTREME SPEED!

Jill Matthews: CERA JUST NAILED AARON ABRAHAM WITH THE XTREME SPEED, BUT THE REFEREE IS DOWN!

Vince Walters: STAY DOWN! DON’T GET UP YET!

Cera collapses to her knees, exhausted from the brutality of this contest, and she looks as though she is about to go over to AA and pull him away from the ropes. But as she starts to crawl, the fans start roaring aloud as Jen Ryette hops over the guard rail and slides into the ring, Cera momentarily looking her way until she is drilled in the face with a hard side kick!

Jill Matthews: Wait ... wha ... what in the...

Cera looks out cold as Jen slowly walks around her former best friend it seems, noticing that the referee is still down. She then brings Cera back up to her knees, Cera looking unconscious after the vicious kick, and delivers a brutal Wushu Butterfly Kick, the crowd unsure how to respond as Jen looks down at the damage she’s caused.

Jill Matthews: Jen Ryette has just ... she’s attacked Cera. But why?!

Vince Walters: Get up, Abraham! Now’s your chance!

AA is stirring as Jen unzips the leather jacket she’s been wearing, revealing a message that says “Does it run in your blood to betray the ones you love?” on her flowery dress. Jen lingers around until she spots AA trying to gather his bearings, winking and waving at him cheerily before she evacuates the ring and leaps over the crowd barrier once more, jogging off as Abraham blinks a few times.

Jill Matthews: No, it can’t end this way!

Vince Walters: COVER HER ABRAHAM!

Abraham realizes that Cera is down, also noticing that the referee is starting to wake up too and evaluate the situation. AA then grabs Cera by the arm and pulls her up to her feet gradually, keeping her supported before he knees her in the stomach, puts her in a front facelock and executes an INVERTED BRAINBUSTER!

Vince Walters: YES! YES!

Jill Matthews: THIS IS A DAMN TRAVESTY!

Aaron gestures for the referee to come over as he covers Cera and hooks one of her legs, the referee slowly getting into position as he counts with slow timing also.

ONE!

Jill Matthews: KICK-OUT CERA!

Vince Walters: IT’S ALL OVER!

TWO!

Vince Walters: HE’S GOING TO RETAIN THE TITLE!

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THREE!!!

The bell rings as the crowd boo thunderously, AA rolling off of Cera and breathing hard on the canvas as the referee feels his head again.

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, and STILL THE UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, AARON ABRAHAM!

Jill Matthews: Cera was screwed by her own damn friend, and I want to know why! She didn’t need to be here! She was supposed to be in PCW!

Vince Walters: But on a lighter note, Aaron Abraham is still the Undisputed Champion, like I said he would be! This is a glorious day for us all! I feel like celebrating!

[Roger Wright]

*As the action in the ring calms down, “Fighting Trousers” By Professor Elemental plays over the P.A as Professor Fantastic struts onto the stage, receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd due to his comedic yet devious antics from earlier in the night (not to mention utter shock on the face of the champion). With a grin, he and his two cronies enter the ring and soak in the cheers and boos before the Professor asks for a mic, leaning rather comically against one of the turnbuckles with a hawkish eye directed towards the victorious champion before breaking into a friendly smile and disregarding him in favor of the crowd*

Professor: Now now, ladies and gents, is this because of the whole ‘Muchas Gracias’ thing? Surely sophisticates such as yourselves would know a joke when you hear one. In any case, you’re probably wondering what my dapper self is doing out here, gracing you wonderful people with my presence once more! It’s quite simple, actually…

*The Professor chuckles, giving the audience a moment to anticipate his reasons*

Professor: …opportunity, dear audience! Opportunity for you, for me, for all the folks in the back! You see, I’ve been out and about for some time now, but all the same I’ve heard of the comings and goings in this very ring. And what exactly have I seen but a certain group becoming rather…prolific on our fair show. I speak of the ever-ubiquitous cRu, formed long ago in order to invade NEW and destroy it from within, now holding a grand total of four championships as well as the ownership of Pugh Championship Wrestling.

*The Professor leans casually against the corner*

Professor: I think it’s safe to say, folks, invasion’s over, cRu won.

*The crowd greets this news with a chorus of boos that would give a JCW main event a run for its money, the Professor holds up his hand in overblown apology*

Professor: Now now, ladies and gents, no shame in allowing the enemy a little ground in order to fight them more effectively. After all, the cRu fancy themselves as the most necessary evil to ever happen to the business, correct?

*It becomes rather apparent that the last bit was more directed at the recovering Aaron Abraham than anyone, there’s a small silence as AA stares daggers at the Professor, who moves on without missing a beat*

Professor: Exactly! The cRu honestly believes they’re making this federation and indeed the entirety of our profession a grand and glorious place with their visionary hands at the helm! So why not give them an opportunity to prove it is what I propose! You see, I’ve recently come into some money…

*The Professor stops to give a knowing wink to the audience*

Professor: And I’ve decided the best way to use it would be on something rather constructive, so as I sat in the backstage, watching this match unfold and listening to the maddened ramblings of…that fellow over there on the commentary desk, the scruffy one that looks like a ferret-

Walters: Oh go fuck yourself!

Professor: -it came to me! What I am getting down to here harkens back to the wondrous days of the Wild West, you see when people were…shall we say, controversial, in those days and if a person who disagreed with them had enough dollars or pesos or gold, they’d put up a little thing called a bounty. See where I’m going with this yet?

*A hush falls over the crowd, Abraham raises his eyebrows in shock*

Professor: So here it is laid bare for all of you in the audience and all our nice friends in the back to hear: FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS TO THE MAN OR WOMAN WHO CAN UNSEAT A CRU NEW CHAMPION AND HOLD IT PAST THE REMATCH!

*The audience roars in excitement at the prospect as Abraham shouts something not picked up by the camera. The Professor merely laughs and smirks at the champion*

Professor: Why so angry, dear Mr. Abraham? This is your chance! You and your ilk preach your superiority on a daily basis, what better way to do so than by taking all comers to the proverbial woodshed? So I suggest you rest up while you can, confer with Mr. Pugh and that sloven drunk who’s apparently too buzzed to realize he’s on the wrong show, and prepare yourselves for the fight of your lives, because this isn’t an alliance that you can corrupt or crush, it’s a federation of men and women out for themselves who just got a lot more of an incentive to take that which you lot define your careers by. Oh!

*The Professor grins as he seems to remember something*

Professor: Speaking of which, there is just a hint of a concession for you, Mr. Abraham. Remember, you valiant bounty hunters, groups can only work so far, after all…a tag team can’t hold the same singles championship, now can they, and this cash can only go to one person, so I guess there’s nothing left to say except…

*The Professor smirks wolfishly at the champion*

Professor: Sic ‘em!

*Fighting Trousers resumes playing as the Professor exits the ring, laughing a little more maliciously than usual with his two minions in tow*

Matthews: My god, Vince, what have we just witnessed!?

Walters: An idiot setting up the entire fed for a great fall! Pugh and Abraham have it in them to take down every single one person in this fed, so I hope Fantastic likes that money of his, because he’s going to be keeping it for a long time!

Matthews: We’ll be seeing about that, Vince. Ladies and gentlemen, for Vince Walters, I’m Jill Matthews, we’ll see you in Mexico!

*The scene fades out to the smiling visage of Professor Fantastic and the NEW Logo*