Ignite 52 Results

[Roger Wright]

One lone camera concentrates on the outside of the arena in Mexico City as we are prepared to begin this hyped edition of Ignite, seeing Matt Slater smoking a cigarette casually. He bares the bruises and lacerations that were caused from his battle against Judas Dathan and of his subsequent assault by the Court last week, yet he seems composed and calm, as if unaffected by their justifiable methods. However, he continuously looks towards the packed parking lot, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive with great patience and vigilance.

After a few moments, we finally see a hot pink coloured rental car pulling into the expansive car park, finding an empty space nearby and parking up with ease. From the driver’s side of the vehicle appears Jen Ryette, wearing a flowery dress and acting as energetic as usual, and from the passenger side appears Cera, looking disgruntled and offensively embarrassed that she had to travel in such a ludicrously-painted vehicle. Slater nods to the two approaching women, but it is clear to all that he keeps a wary eye on Jen, being cautious after what occurred last week. In fact, he seems more wary that they’re even acquainted after Cera’s questionable betrayal at the hands of Jen last week in the Undisputed Championship Match, but he knows that this will be answered in time.

Cera: Sup...

Ignoring Jen skipping around her in circles after eliciting this agitated welcome, Cera snatches the cigarette from Slater’s fingers and takes a drag herself, Slater glancing at the redness of Cera’s cheeks due to her humiliated feelings.

Matt Slater: Hmm ... your cheeks are as colourful as that rental car is...

Not finding this joke humorous at all in her frustrated condition, Cera glares at Slater, unable to say anything as Jen grins widely from ear to ear, pleased that Slater noticed the extravagant decor of the car’s metallic exterior.

Jen: I even got a lil flower painted on the side! It's kawaii! Cera's just too manly ta appreciate it!

Sticking her tongue out at Cera after this comment, Jen is only greeted by smoke being exhaled into her face.

Cera: Shut it.

Matt Slater: Well, I can see you two have made some amendments despite what occurred last week...

This observant remark causes Cera to look at Slater again, offering an expression of honesty which temporarily removes her venomous mood from view.

Cera: No worries... she got... a punishment fit for what she did, and who she is... besides the whole squirrel thing.

Remembering what happened involving this innocent creature, Jen flinches before she holds her stomach, nauseated by the memories. She then shakes her head deniably until she wails uncontrollably, Slater raising an eyebrow at what they had gotten up to during their free time.

Jen: Poor Nutty!!!

Cera: .... You named a DEAD SQUIRREL?!

Jen: Dead squirrels got feelings too! He got a proper burial and everythin! I gots a priest ta do the ceremo- OW!

Having enough of Jen’s whining, Cera smacks her upside the head, looking at Slater eventually as she shrugs nonchalantly.

Cera: ...Moving on.

Matt Slater: As much as I'd like to share your indulgence on the rather tragic death of ... Nutty...

Pausing in slight bewilderment as he views the dormant face of Jen, Slater takes the cigarette back off Cera before he takes a drag and blows out a stream of smoke, concentrating on Cera again as he finishes his train of thought.

Matt Slater ... There are more pressing matters that we need to discuss. But it's not like I won't forget about the Main Event either.

Cera: Have you spoken to Carter?

Matt Slater: Of course. We've established a temporary bond to come out the victors tonight. And then, at Convicted, I'll take Aaron Abraham down and collect...

Cera: ... The Undisputed Championship.

Cera seems to frown at this before she scowls at Jen, the young woman shrinking away as Slater looked between them.

Matt Slater: This is my chance to prove to those imbeciles who I am. I'm one of the best wrestlers in this company, and I hardly receive any respect. All because I haven't won a singles championship. Well that's about to change, and Abraham and Pugh will realize that change is coming later tonight. Still, getting to the other important news...

Unfortunately, Slater can’t begin to discuss the important factors of what is on his mind, because as he is about to receive Cera’s quizzical reply, they both notice Reya Serra and her friend Paxar walking up to them, Reya already dressed in her ring attire for the upcoming match that will open the show.

Reya Serra: Hello Cera...Jen...

After looking at both females in turn, Reya then worriedly glances at Slater, keeping her distance as she utters his name timidly.

Reya Serra: ... Matthew.

Jen: Hai there...

With Jen beaming excitedly at the appearance of Reya, Cera walks towards the Court’s Herald of Holiness, momentarily glancing at Slater with eyes of forewarning before she returns to focusing on Reya.

Cera: Reya...

She then turns to Paxar, remaining the same as Paxar glares back.

Cera: ... Reya's irrelevant friend.

This meeting seems to be getting awkward and uncomfortable for Reya as she looks at Jen curiously, Paxar eyeing Cera angrily as Reya turns back to the Baddest Bitch.

Reya: Sorry about your loss in the Undisputed Title match against Abraham last week, Cera...

Cera: You had to bring it up?

Feigning anger, Cera scowls until she changes it into a playful one, Reya sighing partly with relief as Cera continues.

Cera: Sorry you're not as good looking as I am.

Leaving Reya to digest this comical quip, Cera reaches into Slater’s jean pocket and pulls out his packet of cigarettes, Slater hardly affected by this as Cera flips open the lid and points them in the direction of Reya. As this goes on, Jen is looking around at the people involved with a great level of concentration, taking out a small notepad and a pen before she jots something down onto a blank sheet and moves behind Slater quietly.

Cera: Want one? Good for before your match...

Reya: No, thank you.

Waving off the terrible cigarettes, Reya retains her purity as Paxar shakes her head disapprovingly, appearing as though she is about to lose her temper completely.

Paxar: I don't see how you guys can puff on those cancer sticks and manage to not run out of breath when you're in the ring...

Slater shrugs nonchalantly as Cera steps forward, blowing smoke into Paxar’s face this time around before she smirks devilishly.

Cera: Congratz. You're almost as annoying as Jen.

Jen: HEY! Nobody's as annoying as me!

Paxar: Ugh...don't compare me to Miss Looney Tunes...

Looking offended by this, Jen starts to pull on Slater’s jacket sleeve, gazing up at him with puppy-dog eyes that would make anyone blush from the adorable presentation alone.

Jen: M...Matty-chi... That skag hag is bein' mean ta me...

Her lip starts to tremble as Slater says nothing of note, remaining silent as Jen clings to him. Reya glares at Paxar after these comments, noticeably irritated with her friend as she speaks confidently and without anxiety.

Reya: Paxar, please stop. We did not come here to meet Cera and Matthew to argue...

Cera: I agree with Miss Religious. We're here to make nice ... and to make sure no one else is injured ... not between us, anyway.

Jen: Yeah... ta make sure nobody else gets injured between you guys...

Everyone looks at Jen as she smiles sweetly, clinging to Slater more as if she were a child again. The conversation pauses there until Cera takes another drag of her cigarette, exhaling it just as she turns to look at Reya once more.

Cera: Anyhow... Reya...

Reya: Yes, Cera?

Cera: I'll be blunt. I know who the little girl is in those videos.

Jen: She knows.

Cera: And it's pretty surprising...

Jen: Surprisin'!

Cera: Matt, can you PLEASE shut her up...

Surprise lightens Reya’s face as Paxar starts to turn pale, blinking a few times until she sighs.

Reya: Oh really? Would you care to share who the little girl is?

Cera: It... is my sister ... my other sister...

Jen smirks towards Paxar as she turns away from them quietly, Slater watching this go back and forth with increasing intrigue, smoking his cigarette all the while in silence.

Reya: Your other sister? Is Vanessa not your only sibling, Cera?

Cera: I didn't know... or didn't remember, rather...

Unnaturally saddened by this, Cera lowers her head and frowns, ashamed of what’s occurred it seems.

Cera: It's like I'd blocked her out of my memory... for some reason...

Being bored with the trivial nature of this conversation, Jen starts climbing Slater like he were a children’s climbing frame, Slater dealing with her as if she were a monkey as Cera and Jen continue exploring the foundations of what has plagued them for weeks.

Reya: But you have remembered her, Cera. Be thankful for that. I pray every night that I remember just one tiny thing about my past...

Cera: That's the thing. If this girl is my sister, and she's linked to you ... there could be more to this story, and you could be a main character... aka, you could unravel more to your past... if you so choose.

Jen: Unless somebody tries ta stop her...

Snuggling up to Slater warmly after verbally ushering this comment, Jen watches as Paxar can’t take anymore and starts to walk away, shaking her head as the others see her leave also. Not refraining from the topic, Reya decides to stay and looks at Cera again, nodding affirmatively before she smiles meekly.

Reya: The more I can find out or remember about my past the better...

Cera: Even if it means hanging with yours truly?

Reya: I never said I had a problem hanging out with you anyhow. In fact, even though I want nothing to do with your dealings with the Devil, I do enjoy spending time with you, Cera.

Laughing at this statement, Cera taps her knuckles against Reya’s forehead in a surprisingly affectionate gesture, smiling all the while as she places her hand back into the pocket of her leather jacket.

Cera: You shouldn't be so sure. You may just become tainted. Though it's not always a bad thing.

Cera looks towards Jen and Slater after notifying Reya of her experiences with the tainted types of this world, knowing that they are not all that bad and actually kind of commendable in different ways. She then looks back towards Reya before speaking comfortingly.

Cera: I'll make sure to keep you safe.

These words take Reya completely by surprise, and accompanied with the light tone of voice that Cera exhaled, it would make every person apprehensive and cautious of what Cera had temporarily become. In fact, it’s so potent and unforeseen that it even takes Cera by surprise, both of them blinking considerably in astonishment and thought until they compose themselves again. This is brought forward only by Jen whispering out loud, causing both women to snap back to reality.

Jen: Reya-chi's gonna be la~ate!

Reya: Late? Oh yes, I should be going inside to meet up with Judas before our tag team match...

Without eliciting a farewell, Reya begins to leave until Cera slaps a palm to her forehead, having forgotten something of urgency that has only just bloomed mentally.

Cera: OH! Wait, Reya... I forgot something.

As Reya halts her departure, Cera strolls up to her and pulls out a wad of notes that were taken from Reya in Mexico City, the robbery having been dealt with by Cera personally. Reya studies the money in Cera’s hand silently, her mouth forming an oval shape due to her shock after seeing it again.

Reya: Where...where did you get this, Cera?

Cera: Ah... I was coming out of the woods when I saw that shit unfold. Took it upon myself to follow them, kick their asses, and get the money back. Could've used it to head to a bar, grab some tequila, but I'm sure you wanted it to give to some worthy cause or a church or some shit...

Jen: ...that was rather truthful of ya...

Blinking after this comment, Jen abruptly stops as Cera looks at her, raising her eyebrows before she speaks confidently.

Cera: I have no reason to lie... I haven’t for a long time now.

Matt Slater: Or to be hypocritical and deceitful...

Slater’s words garner all of their attentions, finally speaking after being considerably quiet since Reya and Paxar arrived. Jen then grins at Matty-chi before she blows him a kiss of affection.

Jen: Luv ya Matty-chi.

Matt Slater: We'll see how much that love is worth soon enough. Anyway, I believe Reya should get to her match...

Knowing she is on borrowed time, Reya nods at Slater before she smiles sweetly at Cera, accepting the money without breaking her gaze from Cera’s fantastically blue irises.

Reya: That was very kind of you, Cera. Thank you. Now, I must be going. I shall speak to you all later.

Finishing her thanks and corresponding farewell with spiritual positivity, Reya waves at the small group before she hurries towards the arena, the camera focusing on her departure until it turns back to look at Cera, Jen and Slater collectively again.

Matt Slater: Kindness ... from the heart of a demon. Who would have thought such a thing...?

Slater smirks as he utters this rhetorical comment, looking at Cera before smirking.

Cera: Who says it was from my heart?

Cera then taps her temple to insinuate that it came from her brain, not her heart.

Cera: I know when there's a valuable ally in my midst. Reya's definitely someone to keep an eye on.

Jen: AND she's a hotty! I'd hit it! Literally...

Matt Slater: However, she isn't the only thing we should be keeping our eyes on...

Despite the mood being rather light-hearted at this point, Slater feels no conflictions in changing the atmosphere instantly, his expression becoming serious as the feeling of importance around them increases once again.

Cera: Oh?

Throwing her cigarette away after uttering this lazy response, Cera then takes out her expansive flask filled with tequila that Slater bought her for her birthday back in October, unscrewing the lid and taking a swig of the alcohol just as Slater confirms what’s been on his mind since the very beginning.

Matt Slater: ... I'm talking about Tyler, Cera.

The utterance of Tyler’s name causes Cera to choke on her tequila, Jen jumping forward and pounding Cera on the back with both hands frantically.

Jen: DON'T DIE YET!

Cera: YET?!

Jen: ....erm.... I worded that wrong...

Placing her fingers on her chin, Jen blinks as she ponders her word usage, Cera rolling her eyes after finally digesting the liquid without difficulty and looking at Slater.

Cera: ...what about him?

Matt Slater: We all know he's out there somewhere. Last seen in Barbados, being protected by someone. I'd like to bring him back to where he belongs.

Jen: He's near the Easter Islands actually...

Cera: What...?

Matt Slater: When did you find this out?

Jen: Eh... I got my sources. Peoples up in the air maybe...

Jen appears to look around shiftily as Cera clenches her fists, obviously not taking this information lightly.

Cera: ... When...?

Jen: Well I mean ... he wasn't exactly hidden...

Knowing how Jen operates with questioning, Slater grips her arm with his hand and tenses, Jen standing rigid as Slater looks at her coldly.

Matt Slater: Jen ... answer the question...

Though Slater’s and Cera’s glares are cold, Jen turns her head and glares at Slater with an even colder expression, appearing almost volatile as she speaks venomously.

Jen: Let me go, outsider, and maybe I'll tell ya....

Cera: God... dammit...

Rubbing her temples, Cera tries to keep herself from snapping and going ballistic, Slater not backing down from Jen’s approach as he studies her eyes sternly.

Matt Slater: Outsider ... for a man who knows about the closeness of family?

Instinctively feeling as though Jen will unveil the answers they need, Slater loosens his grip, but he does keep his hand attached to her forearm as he sighs.

Matt Slater: ... Explain.

Jen: I got the report Tuesday... tis all I know. Was seen with a d00d, bout ye tall...

Standing on her tip-toes, Jen places her hand at a horizontal angle an inch above Slater’s head, estimating this man’s height as Cera curls her mouth into a frown of aggravation.

Cera: Why does it fucking matter...?

Matt Slater: Every detail matters, Cera...

Cera: He'll never be found. He's probably dead for real somewhere and Jen's just fucking with me again... I've given up, why can't you?

Glaring at Slater after this profound statement, Cera waits for Slater to respond, which he does without delay ... albeit glaring back at his former tag team partner.

Matt Slater: You've never given up on anything in your life. Don't start now ... not when your adopted son is at stake...

Failing to answer, Cera backs away before she starts walking towards the arena, keeping her head bowed as she speaks loudly, enough for Jen and Slater to hear.

Cera: I need to prepare for my own match...

Matt Slater: And so you're walking away? That's not the Cera I know. She stands her ground! She comes prepared and unleashes hell! Don't even turn away from that!

Pausing momentarily, Cera glances over her shoulder at Slater, the two of them locking eyes from afar as Jen looks between them both.

Cera: I'm not running away. But I'm also not giving up this shit.

Cera waves towards the building to further establish her point.

Cera: Because if I don't do this and succeed... how will I ever do the same concerning Ty?

Lowering her head again, Cera trails off again, but not before verbalizing one last comment of hope.

Cera: I still have a lullaby to sing to him, anyway...

Matt Slater: And he'll hear it!

Slater’s response echoes around the parking lot as he watches Cera disappear into the building, Slater then looking down at Jen before he looks away in contemplation.

Matt Slater: ... You should go too...

Jen: Ya know Matty-chi... I ain't the only one who's blood it runs in ta betray the ones I love. Just sayin'... enjoy your alone time. You may not get too much of it soon enough.

With this said, Jen leans up and kisses Slater on the cheek, hurriedly departing him and following Cera into the arena. Slater stands firm as he watches her disappear too, sighing unto his lonesome self. Suddenly, what sounds like a phone playing a vibrant tune alerts Slater instantly, making him look towards his pocket and retrieve the device. Slater looks at the numbers on the screen in bewilderment, unsure whether to answer. He does anyway, placing the phone to his ear and beginning to speak.

Matt Slater: Who is th...

Pulling the phone away quickly, Slater feels his ear, possibly after receiving a loud noise that shouldn’t be heard at a close range. Putting the phone onto loud speaker, we can then hear crackling noises and static ensuing from the speaker, all until they fade and give way to a voice that sounds robotic and programmed to read text.

Synthesized Voice: Don't even try and get involved ... or you'll suffer like they did...

Before Slater can retort the line goes dead, Slater standing there in silence as he grips the phone in his hand. Checking the caller’s number again, Slater isn’t exactly surprised to find that the numbers have been restricted, preventing him from calling back or noting down the number at all. Slater then looks towards the arena in deep thought, knowing that the mysterious caller was referring to Cera and Reya. As the camera stays on Slater’s responsive expression of thought, we then cut to the opening video of Ignite.

[Roger Wright]

After the standard Ignite opening video has culminated, we cut to the inside of the arena in Mexico City, Mexico, an array of pyrotechnics going off before the display eventually finishes in spectacular fans. The Mexican fans cheer loudly and show off their signs, the cameras panning around the arena as Jill Matthews speaks.

Jill Matthews: Welcome everyone to another edition of Ignite, taking place from Mexico City! We are one week away from Convicted, a PPV that should close out New Edge Wrestling on a high note, but tonight, we have many matches that will set the tone for what should be a great event.

Vince Walters: Wait, so you’re telling me, out of all the places we could have travelled to, we chose this one? This place sucks!

Jill Matthews: You’re not going to be in one of those moods are you?

Vince Walters: I’m just telling the people what I think of this place! Mexico City should not have hosted Ignite! Once this event is finished with, I’m getting the hell out of here!

Jill Matthews: And of course you’re undermining the importance of this card ... yet again. Tonight ladies and gentleman we’ll see a huge Tag Team Main Event, featuring Matt Slater and Matthew Carter as they team up to take on the cRu, Ryan Pugh and Aaron Abraham!

Vince Walters: Abraham and Pugh are going to kick their asses and prove why they are part of the best group in this entire organization ... in fact, across both NEW and PCW!

Jill Matthews: Thanks for being unbiased, Vince. As well as that gigantic Main Event, we have Shane Sparx going against Frank Finelli and Cera in a Three Way Match, Professor Fantastic facing off with KOP, and Vanessa will face Josh Cole in what should be an interesting contest. But now we are about to have our opening bout of the evening, another Tag Team Match that has Jason Andrews and Kenath Israel taking on Reya Serra and Judas Dathan! This should be an explosive one from the very start.

Vince Walters: If you mean explosive as in the ring explodes and we can all go home early, I’ll love for that to happen! Please make it so!

Tom Davis: Ladies and gentleman, this is the Opening Bout of the evening! The following contest is a Tag Team Match, and it is scheduled for one fall!



“Hero” by Nas plays after Tom Davis’ announcement, the crowd booing as Jason Andrews makes his timed entrance. He scans the crowd behind his sunglasses before he shakes his head ignorantly and makes his way down to the ring, shrugging off the audience that try to touch his customary jacket.

Tom Davis: Introducing first, from New York City, weighing in tonight at 244lbs, JASON ANDREWS!

Jill Matthews: Jason Andrews made a rather shocking comeback a couple of weeks ago when he attacked his own brother Judas Dathan underneath the ring, leaving him out cold on the arena floor before exposing himself to the crowd after being hidden from view. We have been made aware that at Convicted, Judas Dathan will face off against Jason Andrews, but tonight both men will want to get some brutal shots in before their upcoming war in Sydney.

Vince Walters: As if that’s going to be something to look forward to. Andrews and Dathan are good wrestlers sure, but when they’re wrestling, I’ll be using my toilet card.

Jill Matthews: You know what, Vince, why don’t you just leave? Maybe I can finally commentate with someone who actually enjoys these shows and doesn’t make a fool out of themselves by always talking about my breasts ... like Clark Benson. In fact, hold that thought...

Vince Walters: No! Don’t bring that idiot out here to replace me! I’ll show interest. God damn it...

Andrews enters the ring and raises his arm which elicits more boos, removing his jacket and glasses before handing them to a staff member.



Female moans resound from the speakers before “Whateva Man” by Redman starts to play, the beats flowing as Kenath Israel makes his entrance. He pulls out a “funny” cigarette and then pulls out a lighter, lighting it successfully this time before he burns the end of the cigarette and starts to inhale, walking down to the ring as Redman unleashes his lyrics in rapping form.

Tom Davis: And introducing his tag team partner, from Houston, Texas, weighing in tonight at 385lbs, KENATH ISRAEL!

Jill Matthews: Kenath Israel had his chance at becoming the Youngblood Champion last week against Reya Serra, and he could have accomplished that when Reya was distracted by some strange singing and a gunshot coming out of the overhead intercom. Unfortunately for Israel, he wasn’t able to put Reya away and win the gold, Serra fighting back and retaining the championship. However, we have learned on good authority that Israel will get his rematch at Convicted for the Youngblood Championship, and he seems more determined than ever to pry that gold away from the Court’s Herald of Holiness.

Vince Walters: This guy should not be a champion ... ever. It’ll be a public relations nightmare! Also, he’s an idiot! Could you imagine him representing this company in the fashion he does with a championship on his shoulder?

Jill Matthews: Stop being so cynical and give Israel some credit. He did his best last week, and although he may sometimes be ... well, ignorant and foolish, he has the abilities that can help him become a champion in the future. He’s been a champion before in New Edge Wrestling, you know.

Vince Walters: Why did you make me remember that? That’s why I DON’T want him to be one!

Kenath exhales a large cloud of smoke before he puts out his cigarette and enters the ring, opposing Andrews before they join up, although they don’t seem to be on speaking terms. The duo remains silent as they look towards the entrance, waiting for their opponents to come out.



"Our Solemn Hour" by Within Temptation starts playing as all-white pyro goes off at the top of the ramp, the crowd cheering wildly for the Youngblood Champion. As it ends out walks Reya Serra carrying that same prize on her shoulder, wearing skin tight white pants and a matching white top. She is, as usual, joined by Paxar, but Paxar seems distant, looking pale too as the pair journey down towards the ring.

Tom Davis: And now, introducing their opponents! Being accompanied to the ring by Paxar Vega, From Los Angeles, California, weighing in tonight at 135lbs, she is the NEW Youngblood Champion, REYA SERRA!

Jill Matthews: As you can see, Reya Serra still possesses that Youngblood Championship...

Vince Walters: You just made it clear she retained it last week a couple minutes ago, so of course she still has it!

Jill Matthews: ... Continuing on, that wouldn’t have been the case if Reya didn’t rejuvenate herself after that eerie child singing which ... it kind of disturbed me too.

Vince Walters: No one cares about that! They just care about the size of her breasts ... and Paxar’s! Wait, speaking of Paxar, why does she look white?

Jill Matthews: She’s always been white you imbecile.

Vince Walters: No, in the face! Look at her! She looks as though she’s seen a ghost!

Jill Matthews: Maybe she realized she had to be around you again and felt sick?

Vince Walters: ... I resent that remark! I am not a complete pervert! But I must say your breasts are gigantic this evening. Seriously, do you use a pump before you go out?

Reya lingers at the bottom of the entrance ramp as Paxar stays by her side, Andrews and Israel foaming at the mouth to get this underway. Her music fades, and as it does, this can only mean one thing, the crowd immediately anticipating the arrival of Reya’s partner as they start to chant his name.



As soon as “Amazing” by Kanye West plays, the crowd cheer vociferously throughout the arena, Judas Dathan coming out to a loud ovation that he still can’t get used to. Andrews looks frustrated by this and starts to yell at them to shut up, Dathan staring at his brother from afar before he starts to walk down the ramp eagerly.

Tom Davis: And her tag team partner, from Los Angeles, California and weighing in tonight at 210lbs, JUDAS DATHAN!

Jill Matthews: That expression on Judas Dathan’s face tells the entire story. Last week he lost his chance to potentially win back the Undisputed Championship at Convicted, falling to Matt Slater in a Hell in a Cell Match, but tonight he has set his sights on a new obstacle, one he will have all to himself at the PPV!

Vince Walters: This is going to be a bitch fight. Yeah, I said it...

Jill Matthews: Dathan joins Reya at the bottom of the ramp ... and they’re storming the ring! Here we go!

The crowd cheer as Judas and Reya charge towards Andrews and Israel and start clubbing them with blows, Dathan getting the better of his brother with a shoot-style takedown and mounting him with punches. Reya is kicking away at Kenath’s legs as the bell sounds, but Israel is fending her off well, retaliating with an elbow smash that forces her down. Andrews slips away from Dathan under the ropes and starts to retreat, Judas following his brother outside and running into him with an axe handle!

Vince Walters: See, a total bitch fight...

Jill Matthews: These teams have no intentions of following the rules. It’s just absolute chaos!

Dathan has slammed Andrews’ face onto the steel steps, guiding him around to the ramp before punching him down. Reya, meanwhile, is having trouble with the massive Kenath, who has her above his head in a gorilla press slam before he throws her down hard. Dathan turns to consult the match, but he is taken unaware by Andrews who hits him with a low blow from behind, Dathan crumbling after this cheap shot! Jason feels his face and smirks, only to start backing up the ramp and away from the action.

Jill Matthews: I think Andrews is leaving! He just cut Dathan down with that blow right to the groin, and now’s abandoning his partner!

Vince Walters: He’s leaving Dathan to stew with anger, and then at Convicted, he’ll throw it back into his face!

Andrews has departed through the curtain as the crowd boo loudly, Israel too busy dealing with Reya to even realize that his partner has left him high and dry. Kenath whips Reya to the ropes and goes for a big boot, but Reya slides under and leaps up with a spinning heel kick, catching Israel right in the nose. Kenath falls to one and checks his nose for blood, Reya taking advantage as she hits him with a Shining Wizard, following it up with a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Kenath kicks out. Dathan has gotten back up on the outside and is looking around for Andrews, finally comprehending the fact that he’s disappeared for good. Judas looks angry as he glances back at the action in the ring, climbing onto the apron and standing near his corner as Reya puts Kenath in a sleeper hold from the ground.

Vince Walters: Huh ... now I wish that explosion would occur...

Jill Matthews: This has just turned into a Handicap Match, and I don’t like Kenath’s chances.

Israel soon stands up and throws Reya over his shoulder, breaking the sleeper hold she had applied. Kenath then picks her up and delivers a sidewalk slam, standing up and dropping onto her with a Leg Drop before he goes for a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Judas breaks up the pin with a boot to the back of Kenath. The referee ushers Dathan back as Israel glares in his direction, only to start looking around quizzically for Andrews.

Jill Matthews: And I think he’s realized just what this has turned into...

Kenath starts cursing as he looks around everywhere, asking the referee vulgarly if he’s seen Andrews. The referee shakes his head as Israel starts to fume, looking at Reya as someone to take his aggressions out on. He picks her back up aggressively and then nails a hard clothesline, dragging her back up and executing a Choke Toss for good measure!

Vince Walters: Kenath actually looks dominant when he’s angry. This could be a nice change...

Using this newly-achieved enragement, Kenath doesn’t seem to want to pin Reya; he just wants to brutalize her in different ways. Whipping Serra to the corner with velocity, Kenath then charges at her with a running clothesline, crushing her into the pads before he forces her onto the top turnbuckle and launches her off with another press slam. Dathan is reaching out for Reya to tag him in, but Israel shouts that she won’t make it, pulling Serra back up again before he drops her viciously with a haymaker.

Jill Matthews: Israel is showing a mean streak that could very well help him in this match. It’s two against one, but if he continues to show this anger, he might just make it through.

Israel finally covers Reya after landing across her with an elbow drop...

ONE!

TWO!

Reya only just kicks out! Kenath looks annoyed and more intensely frustrated as he drags Serra back up by the hair, whipping her at the ropes and this time planting her with the big boot. Israel then points at Dathan and tells him it’s all over, only for Judas to enter the ring and tell Kenath to strike him. Israel and Judas come face-to-face as the referee tries getting between them, Reya starting to recuperate on the canvas. Suddenly, Paxar chucks Reya a set of brass knuckles, the fans quizzically musing over this decision as Reya looks at them with unease.

Jill Matthews: Wait, hold on, Paxar just gave Reya some brass knuckles. What is the meaning of this?

Vince Walters: I knew they were cheaters!

Reya, following Paxar’s encouraging instructions, starts to put on the brass knuckles, but as she starts to stand up, Jen Ryette leaps over the crowd rail, getting onto the apron!

Jill Matthews: Here comes Jen!

Vince Walters: Here comes another betrayal!

Jill Matthews: Don’t say that!

Vince Walters: It could happen! Keep watching!

Jen, however, has other ideas. As Reya turns around to strike Kenath, Jen grabs her hand and pulls the knuckles off her, telling her that she shouldn’t be doing that. Kenath has gotten wise to this and looks at them in confusion, unsure what’s going on. Meanwhile, Dathan is shouting at Jen not to get involved, Jen hearing his voice and stepping down from the apron immediately, still holding onto the brass knuckles as Paxar glares at her.

Vince Walters: Well this just turned into a clusterfuck...

Kenath has enough of waiting and pulls Reya back from the ropes, whipping her to the other set and looking for a clothesline. However, Serra ducks under the swing and spins around, nailing Israel with a roundhouse kick before she jumps up and plants him with a Jawbreaker! Reya starts building momentum despite her pain, Kenath getting up and being treated to an Enziguri, which stuns him, and then being treated to a jumping DDT from Serra! Reya, knowing she needs to take a break, then leaps towards Judas and tags him in, the crowd going wild as Dathan comes in and hits a dropkick on the lone Israel!

Jill Matthews: The tag has been made, and now Judas Dathan is in!

Jen has now disappeared from view as Dathan brings up Kenath slowly before unleashing an array of chops and strikes t his chest and head, finishing off the combination with a Rolling Elbow. Dathan then runs to the ropes and uses them as momentum for a strong hurricanrana, Kenath taking the move before he stands back up, being greeted to a high knee from Judas into the Revival of Supremacy!

Jill Matthews: Dathan planted Kenath with that Evenflow DDT, and he’s going for the cover!

Dathan covers Kenath with one leg hooked...

ONE!

TWO!

Kenath gets his shoulder up! Dathan springs up and starts stomping on Israel before he brings him back up, trying for a Snap Suplex on him. However, Israel resists the suplex and punches Dathan in the stomach, spinning him onto his shoulders and looking for a running powerslam. Unfortunately, Dathan slides off his back and pushes him towards his team’s corner, Reya already on the turnbuckle and leaping off at Kenath with the Serra’s Embrace, which connects perfectly!

Jill Matthews: That was a great opportunity from Reya to get some revenge after that beating earlier! Now Judas has a chance to end this match!

Vince Walters: If Andrews hadn’t of walked out, this match would have been different!

Judas mounts the turnbuckle and looks down at Kenath, flying off with the KRISIS KORE and hitting Kenath’s head! Dathan then covers Israel as Reya looks on, the referee counting along with the crowd...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Dathan stands up as Reya celebrates by throwing her arms into the air, hugging Judas as the bell resounds!

Tom Davis: Here are your winners, REYA SERRA AND JUDAS DATHAN!

Jill Matthews: Kenath Israel has been left on the canvas for the second week in a row, but that could be a different story come Convicted.

Vince Walters: As I said, this would have been different if Andrews stuck around. But I can tell now what he was trying to do. He was trying to keep Dathan angry, so that when...

Jill Matthews: You really believe that don’t you? Andrews was getting beaten by Judas, so he high-tailed it and ran, after a low blow no less! At Convicted, those two will battle, and if Andrews retreats again, what does that tell you about him?

Vince Walters: That ... that he’s a smart man! He’s running to fight another day! It helps!

Jill Matthews: Whatever. Well, Kenath Israel will take on Reya Serra for the Youngblood Championship at Convicted too, and Israel will want to put this loss behind him and concentrate on that gold first and foremost. But if Reya can catch him off guard like she did here, then she might just retain that championship for a second time against him.

Vince Walters: Whatever occurs, I won’t be impressed ... at all.

Jill Matthews: That doesn’t surprise me at all...

[Roger Wright]

[The scene opens up backstage, where Jason Andrews is walking along the halls, a towel around his neck as he holds an ice pack to his face. There is no one around, and he pauses outside of his dressing room when the sound of creaking is heard. Looking confused, Andrews glances behind his shoulder when a small audio recorder is slid out from under his closed dressing room door. He picks it up and presses play, the camera moving closer as the sound of a crackling voice plays out of the small speakers on the sides...]

"I've missed you Mr. Andrews."

Andrews: Who the fuck...?

"You're probably wondering who this is, aren't you? Well I would think you'd know the voice of just one of the people you decided to betray... before of course, attacking one of them..."

Andrews: ...Judas...

"I'll let you figure out the rest. But remember... you always pay for your sins. We never claimed to be the good guys. Know your place."

[Andrews looks around nervously once more, before throwing the recorder to the side and reaching for the door to his dressing room. But the sound of a wicked laugh explodes from the voice recorder, which hadn't been stopped. Jason looks over in bewilderment as the voice tells him to "look up". Andrews frantically raises his head, but the only thing that happens is the door creaking open. He lowers his head and freezes, about to speak when suddenly a blunt object is shown slamming into his already injured face.]

Andrews: AGH, FUCK!

[Clutching at his face, Andrews stumbles back into the opposite wall, staring ahead angrily when suddenly the creaking gets louder... and he realizes where it's coming from. He looks up, right above him, and the camera's shot follows his gaze... right as a strange noise similar to a mini explosion is heard, and the ceiling collapses. Andrews is buried in the debris of the ceiling as the last thing we see before the scene fades is the door slowly closing...]

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is a singles match, scheduled for one fall. First, making his way to the ring, he hails from Washington D.C, weighing in at 200lbs. He is “The Extreme Superstar” Desy Extreme!



"Playing The Saint" by Digital Summer plays shortly before Desy Extreme walks out, scanning the crowd as he raises up his can of Pepsi. He heads down to the ring, slapping some of the fans' hands at the barrier before chugging down his favourite beverage. Desy then reaches into his attire and pulls out another can, but he gives this one to a young fan at ringside, entering the ring and launching his finished can into the crowd as a memento.

Tom Davis: And finally, making his way to the ring, the opponent. He hails from Columbus, Ohio, weighing it at 210lbs. He is “The Playboy” 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.

Vince Walters: Well this is gonna be a wash…

Jill Mathews: What are you talking about?

DING!

As the bell rings, McMattio comes charging it, striking out with a spear and immediately flooring Desy. Looking down at the boy in front of him, before he scrapes him off the floor with a smile, before holding him up in his hands, before winking at the camera, before bringing Extreme down with a Military Press.

Jill Mathews: Pressure Point!

Vince Walters: What did I tell you?

Jill Mathews: And Matt goes for the pin…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

DING!

Jill Mathews: Well that was…interesting.

Vince Walters: Strange, what you call interesting, I call 2 minutes I’m not getting back again!

Tom Davis: And your winner, Via result of a pinfall, “The Playboy” Matt McMattio!

[Roger Wright]

As I walk along the halls of NEW Headquarters, I start to look around and remember all the classic matches that have happened because of this company. But I soon snap out of my day dream and focus back on reality I need to find out who I am facing this week. Ever since Al got the third hand slapped on the mat I had been AWOL (absent without leave) basically falling back into my same old routines of not giving a fuck about anything. Turns out this wasn't the week to do that due to the fact with what I was about to find out would make my head spin. I continue to make a speedy stride towards the one man that would have answers ... Roger Wright. The newly appointed owner of New Edge Wrestling.

Now Roger and I don't have the greatest past, due to my ditching him as my tag partner about a year ago. So yeah that created some tension between us. But that is neither here nor there. I am here to find out who the hell I am facing that way I can mentally prepare myself this time. Because lets me honest last weeks performance was lackluster at best. But with over a years worth of ring rust its gonna take some time to fall back into the swing of things. As I finally reach the door with "NEW SHOWTIME LIASION OFFICER ROGER WRIGHT" plastered across the door.

"Hmm well this is different, not used to seeing someone that I usually work with in charge. Oh well here goes nothing..."

I knock on the door with three swift knocks. As I hear a "Come in..." from behind the door. As I walk in I see the man that I have been looking for over forty five minutes. Roger Wright, the man that I have not seen in over a year. It was all still so new to me. I was actually back in my home company. I felt like a kid in a candy store. All over again the rushes of euphoria that I hadn't felt since my original debut. As I began to open my mouth to begin to speak; Roger cut me off before I could even conjure my first sentence.

"Uhh hold it right there Cole!" Roger exclaimed as he held up his finger signaling that he was on the phone. "Okay very good, thats all I need to know. Yes he is standing right in front of me right now as we speak. It shall be a good match if he can get his head out of his ass this week." Roger then hung up the phone and turned to face me as he placed his elbows on the desk and folded his hands together as he sighed and stood up.

"So was that what I think it was?" I asked puzzled with a quizzical look on my face.

"Well that depends, what do you think it was?" Roger retorted back with a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he always had. I always hated that about him, the one thing that he would always one up me on.

"I would like to think it was my opponent, I have been trying to figure out who I am facing all week. And no one seems to have an answer for me they all pointed me to you. I have been dealing with this whole memory loss thing. Kind of had a big effect on me I have ran into several people today that swear on their mothers graves that they know who I am. I mean it is obvious that I am Josh Cole and I am a member on New Edge Wrestling. But am I really as big as I think or is that just my mind playing tricks on me. Either way it doesn't matter I am here to find out who I have to face thats all."

I answered Roger as best I could. He smirked and let go a slight chuckle which then turned into a full out laugh.

"You really expect me to believe that bag of horseshit Cole? You losing your memory? I mean c'mon really dude? You came to me personally and asked ... no wait you begged for me to resign you after you found out that Jesse was gone and that Pugh and everyone else had no say so as to what I would do with the talent that I saw fit to compete on my show. Anyway seeing as you are too stupid to do anything yourself just like when we were a team I'll help you out."

Roger responded with a very sarcastic heavy tone of voice. I couldn't tell if he was being serious or what. Either way I needed to know who I was facing, because if rumors were true it is said that I was supposed to face Vanessa. That was a name that I hadn't even heard in the last year. I didn't even know she was still here. But boy was I wrong because with what I was about to find out next would turn my world upside down.

"Alright so it says here that you are facing Vanessa, is that all or do you need me to remind you of who she is also?" Roger laughed heavily as I turned around and headed towards to door.

"I'm not gonna quit Roger! I swear on the grave of my mother, you will not get me to submit. I don't know what kind of game you are playing but I will catch on soon trust me and I will follow thru with my plans to recapture the Youngblood Championships and then slowly work my way up the ladder towards the Undisputed Championship. Just prepare yourself because I am working on something big and yes it is going to be epic."

As I exited his office with the door slamming behind me, I slowly begin to remember everything all at once. My memory flooded back, things weren't the same. I am in a brand new place. A place ran by tyrants, who are out for power and nothing else. I have to get out and expose them for what they really are. Looks like my best bet would be to find one Matthew Carter and form somewhat of an alliance with him until everything else falls into place. But for now I must focus on the task ahead. That task is Vanessa, I am not sure how this will go but either way she will still be my friend at the end of day. I have faith in her. As I take out my pack of cigarettes my cell phone begins to buzz. I open up the pack and take one out and place it between my lips. I then head through the exits doors of the headquarters I light my cigarette and shield my eyes from the bright sun. I fish my phone out of my pocket and unlock it and see that I have a new text message.

It was from Roger "Your match is next lol" I placed my phone in my pocket took a drag of my already lit cigarette and then stomped it out and headed back inside.

"Here goes nothing!" I say to myself as I shake out all the jitters, my music hits and its time to go put on a show as always.

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! First to the ring, weighing in at 215lbs... he is the Matrix... Josh Cole!



[The fans cheer as the music 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, with a 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, then 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, and he awaits his opponent.]

Tom Davis: And his opponent, weighing in at 132lbs and hailing from Puerto Rico... she is the Queen of Xtreme, and of the Court.... Vanessa!!

[As the music bursts through the arena, blue smoke floods out from the entrance. Silver pyro explodes down the rampway, leading to the ring as a figure skips airily forward. The smoke dissipates, revealing Vanessa in a black mini dress and red leggings, with her feet are bare. She swiftly moves forward, down the ramp, before grabbing the ropes to flip herself into the ring. Dawn unzips V's minidress to reveal black short shorts and a black sports bra, with a silver crown at the corner. Dawn leaves the ring as Vanessa raises her arms to the ecstatic crowd, taking in their cheers. V then shoots a wicked grin as she drops her arms and moves to the ropes, leaning back on them and grinning playfully at Josh.]

Jill Matthews: This should be an interesting match! One of Josh's early matches since coming back, and Vanessa's first one since taking a week off from injuries! And no one even know who did it!

Vince Walters: Who the fuck cares? I don't like either of them, but I'm rooting for Cole in this one. That blonde ditz in the ring shouldn't even be here!

Jill Matthews: Oh fuck off Vince! She wanted to return as the Queen here in NEW! And how better than to with a man she has a history with??

Vince Walters: Yeah well, we'll see what happens...

[The bell rings at that moment, signaling the start of the match. Vanessa bounds forward and puts her hand out for Josh to shake, which he looks at for a moment, before nodding and taking. V smirks when he does so, before suddenly swinging her leg up to kick him hard in the side! Bounding back lightly on her feet, V suddenly clutches her side and flinches, as Cole does the same.]

Vince Walters: Told you she shouldn't even be here! She's still feeling the damned effects of the beating she took!

Jill Matthews: Yet she got the first hit in.

Vince Walters: Yeah, but now Josh has lurched forward to spear her!

Jill Matthews: They both fall to the mat, with Vanessa on top! Josh literally throws her off, using his legs and arms to make her almost legitimately go FLYING!

[V lands a few feet away and frowns, before moving to her feet and brushing herself off. As Cole gets to his feet, Vanessa grins at him before bounding forward to hit a bicycle kick, then continued moving forward with a machine gun kick, and finally a superkick! Cole is now against the ropes, looking disoriented, as the Queen runs past, grasping the top and middle ropes, and swinging through them to hit Josh in the back with a Tiger Feint Kick!]

Jill Matthews: Excellent ring awareness! Vanessa's just dominating in this match!

Vince Walters: She's probably used to dominating, with Specter as her man...

Jill Matthews: ...shut up Vince.

[Vanessa drops down beside Josh, going for the pin, when he suddenly flips her over so that he's on top. She knees him in the gut, making him move, before standing. Cole follows suit, getting to his feet and then running at the Queen. He spears her into the ropes, keeps a hold of her arm and then tosses her into the ropes opposite of them. Vanessa bounces off and is met with a forearm smash by Cole.]

Vince Walters: Told you he'd gain control over that bint!

[As V squirms around in pain, Josh drops down for an elbow drop, but she moves out of the way! Cole is now holding onto his elbow in agony as the Queen scrambles to her feet. Josh also stands, and is met with a wicked spin kick! Vanessa then moves to the turnbuckle and waits for him to turn around, then jumps off for a flying thrust kick!]

Jill Matthews: The Queen's decree to Josh! Very nicely executed move there!

Vince Walters: I've seen better...

Jill Matthews: She's moving to the turnbuckle again... she should've pinned him here! But instead, she waits for him to stand and jumps!

[V jumps off for a flying crossbody... but Cole catches her! He twists her to the side and quickly hits a spinning backbreaker!! The Queen drops to the ground and Josh goes for the pin, but only gets to the 1 count. Vanessa crawls away and moves to a standing position, exhaling and holding her side, before turning to her foe. She then runs forward and lifts her foot to kick Josh, and he catches her foot! Smirking, the Queen yanks away in mere seconds, doing a one handstand pele kick!]

Jill Matthews: Listen to that crowd! They're loving Vanessa!

Vince Walters: Yeah well, of course they are! They eat up her bs!

Jill Matthews: Well Josh is in the corner now, and V seems to have an idea! She's climbing the turnbuckle where he is... and she climbs on his shoulders to apply a standing rear naked choke!! Josh is getting a rare showing of the Trinity!

Vince Walters: I wonder if she uses that with Specter in the bedroom...

[Jill rolls her eyes at Vince, as Vanessa holds on tightly to Cole, who stumbles about in the ring, trying to get her off of him. He finally manages to slam her against the ropes, making her fall off his shoulders and out of the ring. Rubbing his neck, Josh then grabs the ropes and jumps off for a springboard 450 splash, colliding with V! The both lay there, but Vanessa manages to move a ways away before standing. Suddenly, the transformation is physically obvious as she stands straighter and has a more arrogant yet manic air about her.]

Jill Matthews: It's... Vanessa's other personality...

Vince Walters: The lunatic's let her alter ego, the Queen, out! Great, just great!

[Cole slowly moves to his feet, watching Vanessa, who grins maliciously as she enters the ring once more. He follows suit, and upon reaching the inside of the ring, he's met with the Queen's wrath. She lurches forward and hits him with a violent series of chops, before doing a full 360 to hit a wild spinning back kick to his face! Josh falls back against the ropes, before carefully straightening and wiping at his mouth. He moves forward, prepared for another strike, despite limping in obvious pain. And out of nowhere, the Queen bounds forward and...]

Jill Matthews: VANESSA JUST KISSED JOSH COLE!!!

Vince Walters: Holy fucking shit... that... that was unexpected...

Jill Matthews: It's not like her at all!

Vince Walters: Exactly. It's not like HER. I actually feel bad for Specter, having to deal with two women in one!

Jill Matthews: Either way, it looks like the kiss was enough of a distraction! Vanessa hits a knee strike, backhands the kiss right out of Josh, and finally twists around for her finisher! V hits the DeViate! She goes for the pin... it's over Vince!

Vince Walters: Only because she had that little 'transformation' into the 'Queen'...

1...

2...

3!!

Tom Davis: Your winner via pinfall, the Queen of Xtreme Vanessa!!

[Vanessa's eyes change as she relaxes, her 'alter ego' leaving her as she looks around casually, grimacing from the pain in her side. She finally looks down at Josh, smirks and skips a step back, doing a curtsy motion before blowing Cole a kiss, and the scene fades...]

[Roger Wright]

[Walking down a hallway backstage are none other than the Youngblood Champion Reya Serra, with her title resting over her shoulder, along with her friend Paxar Vega.]

Reya: I would say that this has been an excellent evening considering earlier events…

[Paxar sighs heavily, turning her head away from Reya and whispering to herself.]

Paxar: If you only know the truth Reya you wouldn’t be saying that…

[Reya peers at Paxar curiously.]

Reya: What was that?

[Paxar shakes her head, continuing to look away.]

Paxar: Nothing…

Reya: Anyway…that was a decent tag team match tonight though, was it not Paxar?

[Her friend shrugs as she looks back at Reya.]

Paxar: It was okay I guess. I mean, you did have the Bishop of Betrayal as your partner, after all. Plus you were facing the mini Bishop of Betrayal Jason Andrews and that walking pile of…

[Just then, none other than Krayzee Kenath Israel struts up to the two ladies smoking on a joint. They all stop walking, staring each other down for a moment before Israel takes a drag and blows his smoke directly into the face of Paxar, who coughs slightly.]

Paxar: What’s with people today? Keep your smoke to yourself there, Puff the Magic Dragon!

[Shaking her head in dismay momentarily, Reya glares at Israel seriously.]

Reya: Ah…Kenath Israel…the Goliath of NEW. A man of incredible strength and power. While I do respect those traits of yours that have made you somewhat successful I just so happen to have a few particular abilities, in addition to my faith in the Lord of course, that I have used to my advantage when facing you…

[Israel stares at Reya silently as she keeps speaking.]

Reya: My speed and agility have proven to be more than a match for your power…last week, this week, and next week at Convicted when we face each other again with the Youngblood Title on the line. There is an old baseball saying…one…two…three strikes and you are out. And at Convicted that is exactly what will happen…you will strike out Mister Israel and will be forced to return back to dugout from which you came…

Paxar: That’s right…get back in the dugout you pot smoking bat boy! This is where the big boys and girls play! Reya’s going to wipe the floor with you at Convicted you…you big tub of lard!

[Reya and Israel continue to stare each other down seriously, before Israel finally decides to say something.]

Israel: I don’t know how the hell you blocked my K-5, but next week ain’t gunna end like last week or this week. Yeah, I respect you, and I’mma give it to ya: You bad, girl. But this week we’re tagged in two opposite corners. And my partner was a Goddamn snake.

[Israel takes a puff from his joint before resuming his speech.]

Israel: Next week I won’t be handicapped. I won’t underestimate you…I won’t leave without that strap.

[He points at the Youngblood Title draped over Reya’s shoulder as the two almost come nose to nose before Paxar interjects…]

Paxar: Um…I hate to interrupt…but um…you two lovebirds are kind of under some mistletoe right now.

[Paxar points her finger upward at the mistletoe that just so happens to be hanging above them.]

Israel: You know what that means, don’tcha girl? Time to pucker up before I shut ya up at Convicted…

[Israel makes a mocking kissing face before Paxar puts her hand in front of them and motions Reya to turn away from Israel and leave.]

Paxar: Not in a million years, Smokey the Creep. Come on Reya let’s get out of here…

[The ladies start walking away from Israel, but not before he manages to get some final words in…]

[Roger Wright]

Jill Matthews: Here comes another match that's sure to be a good one!

Vince Walters: Oh yeah, a fake cartoon-like villain against someone as superior as KOP? He's got this in the bag.

Jill Matthews: Don't be so sure, Vince! This match could go either way! Here's Davis to announce both men!

Tom Davis: The following match is a standards match scheduled for one fall! The first to the ring, weighing in at 250lbs and hailing from Canton, Ohio... he is... the King of Pain!



[His theme plays across the arena and out comes KOP wearing his patented Black T- Shirt, decorated with big gold letters that say "FEEL THE PAIN" on the front. He also wears his black tactical pants and his all black Jungle boots. He walks to the ring and argues with the fans, badmouthing them and flipping them off. Climbing through the ropes, KOP then stands firmly in the center, awaiting his opponent.]

Tom Davis: And his opponent, weighing in at 147lbs and hailing from San Francisco, California... he is Professor Dwight 'The Light' Fantastic!



[The music 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.]

Jill Matthews: Both men look ready to fight! After his loss last week, KOP is looking to win, and Fantastic wants to continue his own streak! Who'll gain that victory?

Vince Walters: Well if you shut your trap, we'll find out...

Jill Matthews: It's called commentary for a reason, Vince...

Vince Walters: Yeah, but I can think of way better things you can do with that pretty mouth of yours.

[Vince winks at Jill, who makes a face, and the bell rings to signify the start of the match. The two men lock up, but Fantastic stomps on KOPs foot, then hits a superkick! KOP falls against the ropes, but bounces off of them. He dodges a clothesline by the Professor, who turns only to be met with King's hand to his throat. KOP hits a hard chokeslam, and Fantastic lays on the ground in pain for a moment, before dropping down to his foe's level, applying a grounded cobra clutch!]

Vince Walters: KOP's kicking ass, hitting the Pain Killer! Told ya, sweetcheeks.

Jill Matthews: It's still early in the match, jackass...

[Fantastic manages to power out of the hold, and KOP pulls him to his feet, hits an overhead chop, then grabs hold of his foe and hits a strong spinebuster! Fantastic is laid out, then gets hit by KOP with an elbow drop! The Professor rolls around, clutching his back, where his opponent's elbow had hit. The King then stands and goes to hit another move, but Fantastic suddenly lifts both of his feet and slams them into the abdomen of his opponent!!]

Jill Matthews: I feel the tides turning!

Vince Walters: It's all luck. KOP will get control again...

[KOP doubles over, and Fantastic takes the opportunity to get to his feet and grab hold of his foe! Prof. hits a double underhook piledriver! He then stomps a few times on him, before scrambling to the nearest turnbuckle and climbing atop. He waits for KOP to stand, before jumping off and connecting with a flying reverse elbow! He then catches the stumbling KOP and hits a fisherman suplex!]

Jill Matthews: He just turned this match around in the blink of an eye!

Vince Walters: KOP will recover soon dammit!

Jill Matthews: Doesn't look like it! Prof's lifted KOP up, backhands him, then hits a high knee to his stomach! He's going forward again and... no!

Vince Walters: YES! KOP's regained his composure! He just charged Fantastic into the corner!!

Jill Matthews: KOP's hitting the Professor with hard rights and lefts now... c'mon Prof, get out of there!

[Suddenly, a t-shirt flies through the air and hits KOP in the back of the leg. He turns his head in bewilderment to see Yes Man standing there, pointing a t-shirt gun at him. He wiggles his fingers at KOP, who scowls. Meanwhile, Fantastic wipes his mouth and lurches forward, hitting a strong uppercut! KOP stumbles back, and the Professor keeps going, now hitting a dropkick. The King falls back, then lowers his upper body and runs forward, hitting a powerful bulldog into Fantastic! He goes for the pin!]

1...

2-

Jill Matthews: Prof gets a shoulder up!

Vince Walters: Fuck... next time he won't be so lucky!!

Jill Matthews: Both competitors are getting to their feet once more! This match is going back and forth!

Vince Walters: Now it's time for my boy KOP to take charge!

Jill Matthews: Or for Prof to kick some ass!

[KOP moves swiftly forward, but Fantastic suddenly trips him up! The King stumbles back, yet whips around to hit a roundhouse kick! Now it was Prof's turn to stumble back, and KOP move forward, swinging a hard right, which Fantastic dodges! He then hits a bicycle kick, then bounds forward to hit a savate kick! KOP falls against the ropes, bounces off, and Fantastic hits a spinning neckbreaker! He then climbs the turnbuckle and jumps off with a flying crossbody! He goes for the pin!]

1...

2...

Jill Matthews: NO! Kick out from KOP!

Vince Walters: He won't go down that easily!

Jill Matthews: Easily?! This match has been a brutal back and forth so far! And it's not even over!

Vince Walters: Yeah, and KOP's getting back at Fantastic! He's just hit him with a strong clubbing fist! And he's gonna hit him again...

Jill Matthews: What in the world?! KOP was just hit in the head with something!!

Vince Walters: Is that... A MARACA?!

Jill Matthews: Oh my god, LOOK!

[KOP is glaring over at a turnbuckle on the other side of the ring, where a small, fluffy buffalo stands. It has a thick mustache and a sombrero on it's head, and even the King has to pause and stare. As Fantastic is slowly getting to his feet, the fluffabo bounds off the turnbuckle after an oddly accented "El moo!", leaving KOP and everyone else speechless. Jill is the first to speak.]

Jill Matthews: Oh wow, that was so cute! I wonder what in the world a Spanish fluffabo is doing here!

Vince Walters: What I'm wondering is how the FUCK did it throw that maraca?!

Jill Matthews: Doesn't matter, Fantastic is taking advantage of the distraction once more! He hits an enzugiri, which KOP shakes off before he hits him square in the face! Oh no, that sounded horrible!!

Vince Walters: Hehehe CRACK! KOP's gonna kick this motherfucker's ass!

[Fantastic falls back into the corner, clutching his now bloodied nose, as KOP starts forward. General Gentleman speaks to the Professor from the outside, who nods and looks at his foe as he moves forward. At the right moment, Fantastic grabs the ropes with either hand and swings his legs up, slamming them into KOP! The King stumbles back, and Prof jumps forward to hit a high knee into his foe! He then grabs hold of KOP, hitting a rough powerbomb! Moving quickly to the nearest turnbuckle, Fantastic climbs atop, the jumps off with a knee drop to KOP's face! Yes Man cheers ecstatically outside of the ring, and General Gentleman claps.]

Jill Matthews: And Fantastic pulls KOP to his feet! He's going for a double armed DDT! Time for the Ave Machina!

Vince Walters: God DAMMIT!

Jill Matthews: He hits his finisher, and drops for the pin!! It's all over!

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Tom Davis: And your winner via pinfall... Professor Fantastic!!

Jill Matthews: That was a very, very close match, and a good showing from both men!

Vince Walters: I guess. Fantastic's got a bloodied up nose, and KOP's gushing from his lip...

Jill Matthews: Eh, it happens in this profession...

Vince Walters: Yeah, and so does this!!

[KOP has slowly gotten to his feet as Professor Fantastic's arm is raised in victory. He charged at Prof when he turns around, slamming him into the corner! KOP hits a rough faceplant, before grabbing the strings on the turnbuckle and untying them to expose the metal. He grabs Fantastic and lifts him up, then slams his head mercilessly into the steel turnbuckle, before lifting him and hitting his finisher!! KOP stands above the motionless body of Fantastic, with Yes Man's enthusiasm immediately dying and General Gentleman staring silently, before the King spits on the Prof's unmoving form...]

Jill Matthews: I... think this is a good time to go to commercial... we'll be back after this short break...

[Roger Wright]

Images flash to the backstage area and outside of Roger Wright's office door. Before it a bald man stands, pushing the door open and entering the room.

Roger: Oh Ryan, good to see you.

Ryan: How's it going boss.

Roger: Not too good. Thing is I have been crunching the numbers here, and well you are not pulling your wait like I would like, you have had like three interviews in the last two months, and well that just isn't enough.

Ryan: What are you trying to say?

Roger: I am going to have to let you go Ryan.

With a big Smirk on his face, Ryan leans forward, placing both of his hands on the desk of Roger Wright.

Ryan: I don't think so Roger.

Roger: Excuse me? Do you know who I am?

Ryan: You may have bought Jesse's shares in the company, you may be the owner, but you are no longer the Showtime Liason to NEW.

Roger: Excuse me?

Ryan: That's right Roger, I am now the Showtime Liason to NEW, so it's safe to say you will not be firing me anytime soon.

With a laugh Ryan turns and exits the office, slamming the door shut behind him.

Matthews: Did you here that Vince? Roger now owns the NEW and Showtime has for all intents and purposes fired him and hired Ryan Elias!

Walters: What does this mean for the NEW?

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is a Triple Threat Match, and it is scheduled for one fall!



“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, looking around at the crowd before he starts to strut his way to the ring.

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

Jill Matthews: Despite suffering whiplash, Shane Sparx got his revenge against KOP last week and retained his Trans-Atlantic Championship. Yet Sparx has been made aware that another challenger wants to take him down. That challenger happens to be Adrien Specter, who has taken time off for reconstructive surgery, and he has made it clear that he will be back for Convicted.

Vince Walters: And I do believe that Sparx has accepted his challenge, but the thought of Specter going in for surgery makes me laugh. I hope he looks worse coming out of that as he did going in!

Jill Matthews: You can be so callous sometimes!

Vince Walters: And you can be so sultry!

Jill Matthews: That doesn’t even ... nevermind.

Sparx slides into the ring and shows off his championship, patrolling the ring as his music fades.



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 echoing with each step as his boots come into contact with the ramp.

Tom Davis: Introducing next, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at 285lbs, FRANK FINELLI!

Jill Matthews: Frank Finelli’s quest to become the Xtreme Champion came to a screeching halt a few weeks ago when he lost to Ryan Pugh, but Finelli wants to go after that championship once again. However, we have heard that in order for him to earn contendership, he must face off with Vanessa, and that is definitely going to be one to watch.

Vince Walters: Even if Frank Finelli does earn his opportunity again, Ryan Pugh is still going to lay waste to him, much like he did the first time. And as for Vanessa, she’s tried so many times it’s become pitiful! Matthew Carter won’t even beat Pugh. What makes her think she can?

Jill Matthews: She has heart, determination and passion, Vince, along with the strength to go on and excel towards glory, much like Frank Finelli does.

Vince Walters: I could respond to that ... but I’m not going to.

Finelli enters the ring and climbs up to the top of the nearest turnbuckle, taunting the crowd as black and gold pyro erupts from the ring posts and into the air. The audience continue to shower him with boos as he hops back down to the mat, surveying Sparx all the while. He keeps a serious eye on Sparx, and the TA Champion looks at him the same way. Only one person is missing from this puzzle, but we don’t have long to find out the answer.



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

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

Tom Davis: And finally, from Sky Valley, Georgia, weighing in tonight at 135lbs, CERA!

Jill Matthews: Last week certainly ended badly for Cera. She was primed to win the Undisputed Championship until Jen Ryette, of all people, came in and cost her best friend the match...

Vince Walters: Now that’s not fully true. Abraham was the one who put Cera down for good, not Jen. She only brought the inevitable closer to fruition! The thing is, even if Jen hadn’t interfered, Abraham would have kicked out the Xtreme Speed and beat Cera anyway! Also, he put her through a table with an F-5!

Jill Matthews: Those are all points that people have made mention of, but it doesn’t change the fact that Cera was screwed out of the victory. The strangest thing is, we’ve heard that Jen and Cera are friends again, despite the ordeal...

Vince Walters: You’re kidding me right? I mean, I’ve heard about being too trustworthy, but that’s ridiculous! Cera needs to watch her back at all times now. In fact, if I were her, I would have kicked Jen so hard she’d be put into a coma! Anyway, Abraham is still the Undisputed Champion, so what do I care...

Cera mounts the apron and leaps over the ropes athletically, landing on her feet and observing both of her opponents as she takes off her jacket. The referee checks over the referee as Cera throws her jacket away, preparing for a fight until the bell sounds. Cera is about to go after Sparx until Finelli intercepts her, the both of them staring each other down as Sparx watches on, waiting to see what happens.

Vince Walters: Hmm, this is interesting. It seems Finelli wants a piece of Cera first...

Cera smirks at Finelli after he says something, replying back with a retort which causes Finelli to grin too. As the two go back and forth, Sparx has taken the time to mount the turnbuckle, flying off and attacking both of them at once with a high crossbody block!

Jill Matthews: Sparx taking advantage of that situation with an aerial manoeuvre, but maybe he should have stood by and seen how far Cera and Finelli got.

Vince Walters: That’s what I would have done too.

Jill Matthews: You wouldn’t have even entered the ring!

Vince Walters: Until they were down. That’s being smart!

Sparx nails Finelli with a dropkick before he takes Cera down with a running shoulder tackle, keeping them worn in turn as Shane goes right back to Frank and executes a Snap Suplex. The TA Champion is in full control as he brings up Cera and whips her across the ring, only for Cera to reverse the whip. However, Sparx flies across the ring after the rebound and takes Cera down with a flying clothesline, getting back up and rushing at Finelli with a swinging neckbreaker. Sparx pulls Finellu up and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex before he sets his sights on Cera again, only to be struck by multiple Machine Gun kicks in quick succession. Shane feels his chest as Cera rears back and nails a Tiger Feint Kick, Cera then going over to Finelli and bashing him in the head with a heel after hitting an Axe Kick.

Jill Matthews: In these matches, the momentum can change so frequently and quickly that it can be anyone’s ball game. The best way to handle this type of match is to keep your distance and use the opportunities that come up to strike and attack.

Cera rushes at Sparx again and takes him down with a spinning hurricanrana, the momentum causing Sparx to roll under the ropes to the outside. Cera smirks at him before she turns around, going back to work on Finelli. That is until the Executioner of the Court blocks a middle kick from the Baddest Bitch and pulls her into a hard Scoop Slam, pulling her back up before delivering a Reverse Neckbreaker.

Jill Matthews: Now Finelli is taking charge against Cera as Sparx is outside the ring.

Vince Walters: If there’s blood and destruction in this, I’ll be pleased. That’s all I want to see happen here! I don’t care who wins!

Finelli has brought Cera up again, nailing her with a Spinebuster before he covers her downed body...

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TWO!

Cera gets her shoulder up. Sparx is pulling himself back up on the outside with the apron as Frank brings Cera back to her feet, placing her into the corner before hitting a few shoulder tackles into her abdomen. Cera feels that damaged area as Finelli backs up, looking for a spear. However, Sparx grabs his neck from behind and jumps off the apron, causing Finelli whiplash and to rebound off the ropes, falling flat onto his face. Sparx then scrambles up to the apron and then onto the top rope again, leaping off and landing across Finelli with a Diving Headbutt!

Vince Walters: If his head isn’t busted after that, then he’s got a thick skull ... which might be why he acts so dumb at times!

Sparx feels his head momentarily before he stands up, only to be rushed into by Cera with a Spinning Wheel Kick! Cera then hooks both of Sparx’ legs for a cover of her own...

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TWO!

Sparx powers out with enough energy to show that he won’t be put down that easily. Cera rests on her knees before she stands up, stomping on Shane a few times before she does the same to Finelli. She then backs up and keeps an eye on both of them, Finelli and Sparx getting back up at roughly the same time. Cera chooses Finelli and aims a lunge kick at his torso, but Finelli catches her boot. Cera leaps up, looking for a counter Enziguri, but Finelli smartly ducks. As Sparx is stood next to him, he receives the brunt of the kick, collapsing down just as Finelli keeps a hold of Cera’s other leg, placing her into an ankle lock!

Vince Walters: Oooh, this could break her ankle! I wonder how she’ll do without being able to savagely kick people!

Cera is in sheer pain as Finelli has the ankle lock attached tightly, but Cera valiantly reaches the ropes after a few moments of trial and error. Frank shakes his head as he breaks the hold, forcing Cera back up and nailing her with a Stalling Suplex. As he stands back up, Sparx takes him off guard with a flying elbow strike, catching him in the side of the head! Finelli is stunned by the shot and stumbles back, Sparx chopping at his chest before kicking him in the stomach and delivering a Fisherman Release Suplex. Sparx then goes for the cover...

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TWO!

Finelli powers out of it! Sparx looks down at Finelli before he stands up, noticing Cera getting up until he drives her back down with a knee strike. Shane then returns to Finelli and brings him back to his feet, rushing his head into the nearest turnbuckle before kicking away at the Court member. Frank takes the punishment without falling down though, Sparx backing up before running at Finelli. Frank catches Sparx on the dive and spins around, delivering a hard powerslam that causes Sparx to arch up in pain!

Jill Matthews: What a brutal counter powerslam by Finelli! With that kind of strength he could win this one!

Vince Walters: But then you have Cera’s quickness and Sparx’ ... erm ... things. And speaking of Cera, she’s getting back up to confront Finelli.

Cera strikes Finelli with a side kick, hitting a few more until she jumps up and sits on his shoulders, twisting her body and pulling Frank down into a DDT! Cera covers Frank again...

ONE!

TWO!

Finelli gets his shoulder up! Cera growls a bit before she stands back up and goes after Sparx, picking him back up and taking him down with a snapmare, followed by a stiff kick to his back. Cera then flips over his shoulders and nails a fast jawbreaker against her own shoulder, springing up and rushing at a recovering Finelli with a Bicycle Kick!

Vince Walters: Look at her go! That’s the quickness I’m referring to!

Cera looks to be in control like Sparx was earlier, assessing the ring before she makes her move. Cera chooses to go after Shane again as she brings him up, whipping him to the ropes and going for a spinning Roundhouse Kick. Sparx dodges though and grabs her from behind, hitting a German Suplex on the Baddest Bitch. She landed near the ropes, meaning that as Sparx pulls her up for another one, she hastily grasps the ropes to block him from executing another. Cera elbows Shane in the face to forcefully break the hold, turning around and going for a running dropkick. Sparx, being quick, sees her coming and hooks his arms around her legs to counter the strike, shifting his body before he catapults her towards the corner turnbuckle! Cera, using her agility, lands on the middle rope and stays put, looking around just as Finelli charges at Sparx and takes him down with a clothesline. Sadly she has no time to react as Finelli quickly dashes over to her, pounding her in the back before he climbs up behind her too and throws her off the turnbuckle with a Super German Suplex!

Jill Matthews: What an amazing move from Frank Finelli!

Finelli, breathing hard, then crawls over to Cera and covers her with a leg hooked...

ONE!

TWO!

Cera only just kicks out, although Sparx was there to hit Finelli with an elbow drop to break up the pinfall anyway. Sparx is the first up before he pulls Finelli back to his feet, chopping him a few more times in the chest before he whips him to the corner. Shane runs forward until Finelli raises his boot, catching Sparx square in the face, derailing Sparx’ charge. This gives Finelli time to boot Sparx in the stomach and place him on his shoulders, running forward and delivering a brutal Powerbomb into a pinning predicament...

ONE!

TWO!

Cera smashes Frank in the head with a sweeping kick to break the pinfall!

Vince Walters: This is getting close now!

Jill Matthews: One of these competitors has to win. There cannot be a draw!

Cera aggressively targets Finelli and pulls him up, planting him with a DDT before she wearily heads for the nearest corner. After climbing up, Cera leaps off and crushes Finelli with a Corkscrew Moonsault, covering Finelli this time around...

ONE!

TWO!

Sparx breaks it up with a diving axe handle! Stumbling back to their feet, Sparx and Cera trade blows until Sparx gets the upper hand, whipping Cera to the opposite ropes and twisting her into a Backbreaker after the rebound! Sparx then looks to the corner himself as the crowd cheer, heading there after hearing the response and scaling the turnbuckle pads. Balancing himself, Sparx looks down at Cera before leaping off with the WHEN SPARX FLY, but he doesn’t see Finelli racing towards him, catching Shane in mid-air with a spear that leaves them all down on the canvas!

Vince Walters: Holy crap!

Jill Matthews: This match is insane! Who is going to leave here as the victor?!

Hooking the leg of Sparx, Finelli goes for the cover.
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Jill Matthews: Kick out by Finelli and this thing isn't over.

Vince Walters: Yeah and all three are out, and Cera doesn't even look like she knows where she is in the ring.

Stumbling around the ring, Cera shakes her head out and turns her attention to Frank Finelli who is dragging himself to his feet with use of the ropes. With a series of kicks and punches Cera drives Finelli into the corner. Stepping back she rushes in and hits a back spinning heel kick on Finelli that causes the man to fall to his rear end, back against the corner. Once more she rushes in and hits Finelli with a baseball slide right to the groin. Finelli falling over and grabbing himself.

Vince Walters: That hurt me to watch.

Jill Matthews: I don't understand why, usually you have to have balls to have something like that hurt you when you see it.

Rolling Finelli over, Cera drops down for the cover. Across the ring Sparx uses the ropes to get to his feet and turns as Cera covers Finelli. Just as he starts across the ring, he is tripped by Adrien Specter who has emerged from the crowd. Pulling Sparx by the leg, Specter gets the man out of the ring and the two men begin to exchange blows on the outside of the ring. Inside the ring the ref drops down for the pin count.
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Jill Matthews: Finelli with a kick out at the last moment, and this one isn't over.

Vince Walters: What the hell is Specter doing out here? He is trying to screw Sparx right before their match at Convicted.

Specter whips Sparx shoulder first into the ring post, Sparx bouncing off and grabbing his right shoulder in pain. Inside the ring Cera waits as Finelli again pulls himself to his feet, as he turns Cera hits him with an Xtreme Speed and covers him up.
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Jill Matthews: Cera caught Finelli with the Xtreme speed and she got the win.

VInce Walters: I don't think she even knows where she is right now!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, CERA!!!!!

Jill Matthews: Specter cost Sparx a chance at saving this match and Cera got the win.

Vince Walters: What a cowardly thing for Specter to do, and he may have injured Sparx going into Convicted.

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following is tonight’s Main Event!!!!!

Matthews: Here we go Vince, what has been dubbed as the Matt’s versus the cRu, in the main event of the evening.

Walters: You mean the destruction of the Matt’s by the cRu right?



Tom Davis: Introducing first, representing the CRU!!!! The team of Ryan Pugh and Aaron Abraham!!!!!

As the cRu entrance theme plays, both men come out from the back and make their way to the ring, Ryan stopping every so often to flirt with a woman in the crowd, before both mane slide into the ring and each mount a corner, posing for the fans and the chorus of mixed cheers and boo’s.

Tom Davis: Introducing their opponents, the Team of MATT SLATER AND MATTHEW CARTER!!!!!



Darkness encompasses the arena as The Fire Burns by Killswitch Engage plays, out onto the ramp walks Matt Slater to a chorus of boo’s. At the top fo the ramp he pauses and waits, not making his way to the ring that is occupied by Ryan Pugh and Aaron Abraham.



There is a sudden explosion and Paper masks rain from the rafters as Matthew Carter emerges from behind the stage, standing next to Matt Slater. Shaking hands, both men make their way to the ring, sliding under the bottom ropes, and coming face to face with Pugh and Abraham.

Matthews: You can cut the tension in this match with a knife, Pugh and Carter are standing face to face, well Carter’s face to the chin of Pugh but you get the picture, and Slater and Abraham have each other deadlocked with their eyes.

Walters: This one is going to get crazy, and real fast, I promise you that.

Stepping in the middle, the ref try’s to get order, but Pugh and Abraham are having none of it both hall off and start attacking Carter and Slater, the two men returning blows in the middle of the ring. With a thrust to the mid section, Pugh takes the upper hand on Carter and throws the man over the top rope, Carter landing on his feet and stumbling into the guardrail around the ring side. Climbing out of the ring, Pugh gives chase to Carter grabbing the man by his back and slamming him chest first into the guard rail.

Matthews: Well it looks like this match is finally under way with the sound of the bell, and I think Slater and Abraham are the official legal men in the ring.

Walters: It would appear to be that way, meanwhile Pugh and Carter are going at it, the sexy one taking it to Carter.

Inside the ring, Abraham puts Slater in a standing side headlock, Slater backing the man to the ropes and sending Abraham across the ring, dropping him with a shoulder block, and taking off for the ropes, on the return Abraham leaping over Slater, Slater hitting the far side ropes and leaping backwards, catching Abraham with a flying back elbow. Outside of the ring, Pugh lifts Carter up by the neck with both hands, holding him straight up in the air. Reaching out Carter swings for Pugh but misses repeatedly as Pugh moves with Carter in his hands towards the ring post.

Matthews: Pugh has that pissed off look in his eyes, like something bad is about to happen and that post looks to be the instrument of Carter’s destruction.

Walters: No doubt, and Pugh seems hell bent on destroying Carter, and for good reason.

As Pugh carries the man, Slater takes off across the ring, going into a slide and slides under the rope, his feet striking Pugh in the side, the man dropping his grip on Carter. Not hesitating, Slater throws a series of left’s and right’s that drive Pugh back, and with a kick to the mid section, drives Pugh into the ground on the outside with a DDT. Hopping back to his feet, Slater turns just in time to see Abraham flying over the top rope and hitting him with a flying cross body block.

Matthews: This thing is just chaos, far from a tag team match at all, and the ref has no control over it what so ever.

Walters; Did you expect anything different?

Grabbing Slater off the ground, Abraham rolls the man into the ring under the bottom rope, sliding in after him. Back on his feet, Abraham drops an elbow to the back of Slater’s head and grabs the mans arm, wrenching it back with a cross face armbar. Down on the matt, the ref checks to see if Slater is going to tap out or give up, but the man shakes his head no multiple times. From the outside, Pugh climbs up on to the apron and attempts to get into the ring, but the ref stops him, ordering him to his corner. As Pugh argues, Carter reaches under the ropes near Slater and pulls the man with Abraham on his back to the ropes, Slater getting his hand wrapped around the rope.

Walters: Carter just helped Slater while Pugh was being forced into the corner by the ref. What a bunch of cheats.

Matthews: Oh yeah, and Pugh was coming into the ring with good intentions!

Seeing Slater with his hand on the rope, the ref calls for the break, both Carter and Pugh taking their places in their corners. Releasing the hold, Abraham pulls Slater by the arm across the ring and tags in Pugh, who immediately comes in with a stomp to the arm of Slater, and lifts the man to his feet. Taking his arm, Pugh drives Slater to the matt with a short arm clothesline. Stepping back into the corner, Pugh gets to the second rope, and leaps off dropping a leg across the neck of Slater as he lay on his back.

Matthews: That was 300 pounds off the middle rope coming down across the neck of Slater, and this one might be over as Pugh is covering him up.

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Walters: NO!!!! Damnit how did he get the shoulder up?

Grabbing Slater by his hair, Pugh dragged him to his feet and slammed him back first into the corner, tagging in Abraham, who hopped to the top rope after pushing Slater forward out of the corner, and leaping off dropping him with a bull dog. Rolling him over, Abraham covers him up for the pin.
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Walters: NO!!!! Damnit I thought it was over right there, and Slater got the shoulder up again.

Matthews: Yeah but Abraham isn’t even slowing down, he has the arm and is again taking it to the left arm of Slater, no doubt softening him up for the Triple A clutch!

Holding the wrist of Slater down, Abraham throws his knees into the air, bringing them down onto the forearm of Slater, the man recoiling the arm as fast as he can. Grabbing Slater by the hair Abraham drags the man to his feet and begins to move towards Pugh for the tag, but Slater twists Abraham around and kicks him in the stomach, double underhooking his arms he slams Abraham face first into the matt with a pedigree!

Matthews: What a counter and game changer that move was right there, both Slater and Abraham are down in the middle of the ring.

Walters: Come on Abraham, make the tag.

Both men begin dragging themselves across the ring for their prospective corners. Leaping into the air Slater makes the tag just as Abraham makes the tag to Pugh. Instantly Pugh takes off across the ring, Carter hopping to the top rope and he leaps off, catching the charging Pugh with a dropkick in the chest and driving the man hard to his back.

Matthews: Now that was an impressive missile drop kick right there, and the momentum of this match may be shifting to the favor of Carter and Slater.

Walters: Not likely because here comes Abraham.

Out of the corner, fly’s Slater, spearing Abraham to the matt. Grabbing him by the head, Slater drags the man to his feet, Carter joining him, the two men Suplexing Abraham at the same time. As they get to their feet, Pugh grabs Carter by the head and slams him head first into Slater, both men bouncing off of each other and stumbling away. Snatching Carter first, Pugh drops him with a choke slam! Grabbing Slater, Pugh lifts him onto his shoulders for a power bomb. Turning around, he spots Abraham who is on the top rope, Pugh drops Slater with the power bomb, Abraham immediately landing a leg drop across the chest of Slater, immediately he goes for the pin.

Matthews: The ref isn’t counting the pinfall because Slater isn’t the legal man, or is it that Abraham isn’t the legal man, hell I can’t even figure out who is the legal man in this match.

Walters: Oh come on, this one should be over, just count the pinfall already!

Turning around Pugh looks for Carter, the man flying out of nowhere and grabbing Pugh hitting the man with the Wrong stuff, his version of the Wright Stuff. Just as he gets to his feet, Abraham slams Carter back first into the corner. Pulling him out of the corner, Abraham hits him with a snap suplex, and rolls over the top of him, going for the pin.
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Walters: NO!!!! Damnit, damnit, damnit! Come on stop playing around and just get this over with guys!

Matthews: Oh don’t be too bias or anything Vince, Jesus.

Grabbing Carter by the head, Abraham pulls the man to his feet, but Carter lashes out hitting Abraham with a wrong stuff, and rolling over, his arm drapping across the chest of Abraham.
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Matthews: NO!!!! Abraham got the shoulder up, but everyone in the ring is pretty much out of it, and the ref is about to start the standing ten count.

Walters: On all four of them none the less.

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First to his feet, Pugh grabs Slater, dragging the man up and slams him down with a back body drop, his attention immediately turning to the down Matthew Carter. Grabbing the man, Pugh throws Carter over the top rope and follows him to the outside. Inside Abraham pulls himself to his feet and immediately goes after the down Slater. Outside Pugh grabs Carter and throws him into the steel steps.

Matthews: Who the hell are the legal men in this match?

Walters: I have no clue, and I don't think the ref does either. This match is out of hand, and that totally plays to the favor of Abraham and Pugh.

Inside the ring, Slater counters an attempt by Abraham to lock him up, turning it around and hitting a neck breaker on Aaron. Outside Pugh grabs Carter and attempts to sling him into the ring post, but Carter spins around and counters, attempting another wrong stuff, but Pugh pushes him off, Carter falling to his back on the outside. Inside the ring, Abraham and Slater both get to the ir feet and meet in the middle of the ring, exchanging blows, Abraham kicking Slater int he mid section, and DDTing him in the middle of the ring, following it with a pin.
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Matthews: No! Slater with the kick out, and Abraham is already going back to work on that arm of SLater, now doubt setting up that submission move of his.

Walters: You mean the Triple A clutch?

Grabbing a chair from ringside, Pugh turns his attention to Matthew Carter as he tries to get back to his feet. With a furious blow, Pugh brings the chair down over the head of Carter, the chair folding at the impact, and Carter dropping like a brick to the matt. Inside the ring Abraham pulls Slater to his feet, but Slater breaks away from Abraham, and darts for the ropes, Pugh's steel chair hitting him square in the back.

Matthews: That's a DQ!!!

Walters: Ref didn't see it, Abraham had turned him around and Pugh just pulled SLater to the outside and rolled Carter's limp body in.

Seeing the deed done, Abraham takes off for Carter and drops down on top fo the man for the pin.
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Walters: YES! Abraham and Pugh have won the match!!!

Matthews: Yeah because they cheated, that may be legal next week but that chair was not legal this week.

Walters: Yeah and now here comes the beating from the cRu.

Down the ramp runs Al Envy as Pugh rolls Slater in the ring. Both men take turns using the chairs to beat the down bodies of Carter and Slater. Sliding under the bottom rope, Envy lifts Carter to his feet and hits him with the GBE, then turns and does the same to Slater. Pugh then takes his turn hitting Pugh bomb on both of them, and Abraham grabs the arm of Slater, locking in the Triple A Clutch.

Matthews: Someone needs to stop this!

Walters: Not going to happen sweetie.



Out onto the ramp walks Roger, the members of the cRu all stopping and turning to look up at Roger.

Roger: What the hell is going on here? Al, you are not a part of this company, and yet you come out here and attack my talent?

Matthews: Get em Roger!

Walters: What is his retired ass going to do?

Roger: Well seeing as you guys want to come out and attack people, I have something special for the three of you.

From out of the crowd charges a man with long hair, chair in hand. With the chair he strikes Pugh square in the back and Drops Abraham with a snap DDT before he could react, but then the man is dropped by a Syck Kick from Envy.

Matthews: Is that P.T. MErciless.

Walters: If it is, he just got dropped by Envy.

As Envy steps back he is turned by Roger who has made it to the ring, Roger dropping Envy with a Wright stuff and slipping out of the ring. Backing up the ramp Roger looks into the ring as all six men are down, Pugh and Abraham pulling themselves up, and Envy on his stomach trying to pull himself up, all their eyes fixated on Roger as the man vanishes behind the stage, the show fading to black.