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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 16:45:45 GMT -5
 As the shot comes to life, we open the show on the outside of the Staples Center, specially the staff entrance, where there appears to be a commotion outside, as a bald man appears to be fighting with security.Ryan Elias: Let me in! Do you know who I am? I need to speak to Roger Wright right now! Security Guard: I’m sorry sir, but if your name isn’t on the list, then you’re not getting in. Ryan Elias: My name is Elias, Ryan Elias. And you go and tell that asshole I want answers. Does he seriously think he can get away with what he did to the NEW offices? Security Guard: I’m sorry sir, but there’s nothing I can do… Ryan Elias: For fuck sake… Just then, a car pulls up as Adrien Specter gets out of the car, with Adrien noticeably devoid of his TA and Tag belt, before making their way towards the door, witnessing the commotion.Security guard: Hey guys, come right in. He steps out the way as the pair make their way to the door, before suddenly Ryan pipes up.Ryan Elias: ADRIEN! Adrien! I need to talk to you! Slowly, Adrien turns to Ryan.Adrien Specter: What’s the problem? Ryan Elias: Don’t act as if you don’t know! Wright screwed me out of the NEW Roster, and sold me a company with no wrestlers! What the fuck am I suppose to do with that! Adrien Specter: And what am I suppose to do about that? You’re the moron who trusted Roger…Wait…the wrestlers? Ryan Elias: Yeah, he sold all the contracts to Pugh for a god damn penny each, then sold me a company worth nothing… Adrien looks at Ryan curiously, before nodding his head slowly, as if thinking of something. Suddenly he turns to the security guard.Adrien Specter: Let him in, he’s with me. Ryan Elias: Wait, what? Adrien Specter: How would you like to fuck over Mr. Wright and show the cRu we’re not taking any of their bullshit? Ryan Elias: I’d jump at the chance. Adrien Specter: Then grab your laptop. We’ve got a lot of work to do… Quickly, the security guard steps aside as Adrien and Elias walk in together, before we make it to ringside. For the opening of Insanity. |
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 16:46:37 GMT -5
Suddenly COLD by Crossfade hits over the PA System as we are joined by The MeMBeRz of The cRu LA Johnny Stylez, Ryan Pugh, XXX, AL Envy, Inkt, and Aaron Abaham. They all take their place on the front of the entry way and raise their hands as the crowd lets them fucking HAVE IT. They all have arrogant smirks on their faces and are all sporting their personalized cRu t-shirts. After a few moments up on the entry way they make their way down to the ring.
Fat Tony: Hello everyone and WELCOME TO INSANITY! Tonight I am joined by Vince Walters replacing my dead co-host Chris Styles!
Vince Walters: Yeah COCAINE does that to people Tony! But ya know I really think we are going to love each other! I mean look at this my first night on Insanity and well we are already starting things out with some style!
Fat Tony: Oh Jesus, you can’t be serious…I thought you hated them?
Vince Walters: I did, but I mean look at them, how do you hate excellence?
Fat Tony: Well they were the reason you were out of a job!
Vince Walters: No sir, they are the reason that no talent hack Jill Walters is out of a job, my boys took care of me obviously!...SEE JILL WHOSE LAUGHING NOW! Bet you wish you would have given me some now don’t ya??? BWHAHAHAHAAHA!
Fat Tony: Oh LORD!
The members of The cRu climb in the ring and take their place as The Paragona of Americana grabs the mic. The music stops and Johnny goes to put the mic to his lips, but the fans are letting him have it. He stops and flashes an arrogant smirk as he puts the mic back up to his lips and begins to speak.
LA Johnny Stylez: LaDiEz AnD GeNTLEMeN! Welcome to Insanity! As you can see for yourselves apparently things are changing around here, and mind you that those changes are most definitely for the better! SO what I am going to do right now is bring out someone who can tell you about those changes a little bit better than I can…Ladies and gentlemen allow me to introduce to you, the newest member of The cRu! THE SAVIOR OF NEW EDGE WESTLING, and now fifty percent owner of P…C…W….ROGERRRRRRRRRRR WRIGHTTTTTTTT!!!!
Suddenly Roger Wright’s theme blasts over the PA system as Roger walks out wearing a cRu t-shirt as the fans realllllllllllyyyyyyyyyy let him have it. He is all smiles as he raises his hands in the air as it doesn’t phase him at all that the people that were cheering him just a mere seven days ago are now booing him out of the building as a matter of fact the way he is walking to the ring you’d think they were cheering him. Yet Roger hops on the ring and raises his hands once more, as he looks at a couple of fans in the front row and shakes his head yelling something at him as he steps inside the ropes, and hugs Ryan Pugh. He then shakes hands and fist bumps the other members of The cRu as he takes the mic from Johnny Stylez.
Roger Wright: OK, so we got some stuff to talk about here tonight, so what I am going to need everyone in this building to do is sit down and shut up, because one of the first things that is going to change around here is that when important people such as myself and the other members of The cRu EVERYONE ELSE, INCLUDING you idiotic fans are going to shut the hell up and LISTEN!!!
And naturally this draws a reaction from the crowd as they boo Roger out of the building.
Roger Wright: Ohh really? You people want to boo me? Seriously? HOW DARE YOU? Didn’t you hear Johnny a second ago? He announced me as the SAVIOR OF NEW…and THAT’s EXACTLY WHO THE HELL I AM! You people want to sit here and blame me for the death of NEW, but I’m here to tell you right now, that IT WASN’T ME TO KILLED IT! NEW was dead long before I ever got to it! It’s like Johnny said last week, we did nothing but put New Edge Wrestling out of it’s misery! You people want to blame anyone for the death of NEW, blame Adrien Specter, blame Judas Dathan, Blame MATT SLATER, CERA, Hell blame THE ENTIRE FUCKING COURT! Because the truth is boys and girls that those are the people who put New Edge Wrestling in the ground with their never ending crying, bitching, pissing, and moaning about EVERY FUCKING LITTLE THING! I couldn’t take it anymore! It’s no wonder Jesse ripped all the hair out of his eye brows over the years! I couldn’t deal with it anymore, and then one day Ryan Pugh approached me with an opportunity…And opportunity to not only save New Edge Wrestling, but an opportunity to create something much bigger and much better and that is precisely what we are going to do! So next week is our SUPER SHOW, where all titles will be defended and in some instances unified! And not only that but we will introduce the new name of our brand new product! But yeah, you people want to live in the past and boo me for creating something better than New Edge Wrestling could ever think about being! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!
Suddenly Sarah Pugh’s music blasts over the PA system as she comes out dressed to impress as usual. She looks absolutely stunning as she has a look of all business on her face this evening as her music stops and she raises the mic to speak.
Sarah Pugh: So sorry to interrupt your little boy scout meeting down there boys, but I came out here to tell you that NO ONE cares that NEW IS DEAD! The fact is that yes at one time it was the greatest wrestling organization in the world, but that was yesterday! Now the greatest wrestling company in the world today, is P…..C…..W, and PCW is owned and operated not by you Roger Wright, and definitely not by you Ryan! But me! SO do me a favor and take this little pow wow of yours some where else, because I have a show to run, and you’re just…
Just then Ryan snatches the mic out of Roger’s hands as he has a huge smile on his face as he glares at his wife up the ramp.
Ryan Pugh: Well PuMpKiN, I guess I forgot to tell you! You see the thing about all of that is, well…I kinda have some bad news for you sweetheart!
Sarah Pugh: What in the hell are you talking about? If you want a divorce that isn’t bad news for anyone except you!
Ryan Pugh: No….No it’s not that! You see when you signed the contract with Roger a few weeks ago there was one itsy bitzy part of that you didn’t exactly look over closely enough, you see one thing you need to understand is that as of this very moment your powers over me, and over this company are DONE!
Sarah Pugh: OK, I’ve heard enough if this, I want all of you out of my RING RIGHT NOW!!!
Ryan Pugh: I’m sorry but we will be doing no such thing!
Sarah Pugh: Ryan, I am not in the mood to play these games with you assholes! You boys wanna make your stand and rip your contracts up like you did in NEW go right ahead, I’m not Jesse Styles I won’t plead to have you back, as a matter of fact…
LA Johnny Stylez: As a matter of fact why don’t you CLOSSSSSEEEEEEEE YoUr COCK SuCKeR FOR just a second so we can explain to you what exactly is going on!
Ryan Pugh: I never thought I’d say this but thank you Johnny! Now, back to the matter at hand. To make a long story short pumpkin it seems as though that there was a little clause in the contract that you signed with Roger last week that forfeited your fifty percent ownership and gave it right back to me. It’s all a bunch of legal mumbo jumbo that our lawyers will explain to you as soon as this little discussion is over backstage, that you will come to find very quickly that it is VERY real! But the point is we just couldn’t have you standing in the way of what we wanted to do. We couldn’t have you standing in the way of the real progress! Because you see we just let you think you were in charge for a few weeks because we needed you out opf power completely in order to close NEW and change the name of this company to the new one that will be revealed next week! SO..
LA Johnny Stylez: SOOO IN OTHER WORDZ DRaGoN BITCH!...
!!!!!!YoUR F.I.R.E.D.!!!!!!!
NA, NA, NA,-NA,NA,NA,NAAA HEY HEY HEYYYY GOOD BYE…
Ryan Pugh: Got damnit Johnny don’t talk to my wife that way!
LA Johnny Stylez: You’re right I apologize! Well dear THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR PLAYING ALONG WE COULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS WITHOUT YOU! Back to the B-LiST WITH YOU!
Ryan Pugh: Well actually Johnny we could give her old job back, you know as the ring announcer.
Sarah Pugh: You have got to be kidding me!
Ryan Pugh: Absolutely not and if I were you I would just say thank you and get the fuck out of OUR RING! As for the rest of you, well Roger why dont you drop some knowledge on their asses...
Roger Wright: Next week here on Insanity we will reveal to the world the new name and direction of this company. So all of you settle in for a good night of wrestling, let me repeat that, WRESTLING! And settle in for the ride of your lives under the direction of Roger Wright and Ryan Pugh!
After this comment, Roger lowers the microphone and basks in the boos once again, the cRu leaving the ring as we head to a short series of commercials for the latest wrestling products on the market. |
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 16:47:35 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"My World" by Brand New Sin begins to play and out comes Devin Stone to the boos of the audience. He breathes in the hatred they have for him and he loves it.
Tom Davis: Introducing first, from Sacramento, California, weighing in tonight at 320lbs,
DEVIN STONE!
Stone walks down to the ring with his gaze locked on the ring, reaching it and stepping inside where he waits for his upcoming victim.
As the Aggie War Hymn ass-rapes the arena's PA system, Blitz appears at the top of the ramp wearing a #12 Texas A&M jersey, a pair of Wrangler jeans, and black Laredo cowboy boots. He marches slowly down the ramp and high fives the occasional aisle fan.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, from Texas A&M University, weighing in tonight at 255lbs, BLITZ!
Blitz slides into the ring and looks ready to go to war against the massive Stone, the bell resounded as these two men square off.
Fat Tony: This should be an interesting match. It’s the arrogantly titled “Iconic Legend” against the son of Michael Price Jr, AKA Psycho.
Vince Walters: Need we be reminded of that fact? If you say anymore Psycho might actually show up and stuff Tabasco sauce in our...
Fat Tony: Don’t even finish that sentence, for the love of all that is holy and sacred.
Blitz tries rushing at Stone with a running shoulder tackle, but Devin sees it coming and crushes the former football athlete with a hard clothesline. Stone brings Blitz back to his feet before delivering a few solid punches, whipping him to the ropes before raising his leg for a big boot. Blitz runs right back into the sole of Stone’s boot, falling down to the canvas and giving Devin the opportunity to execute a huge jumping leg drop across his opponent’s throat.
Vince Walters: This guy scares me sometimes with his strength and power.
Fat Tony: He has used that to his advantage on many occasions. That’s why he’s won a heap load of awards, and is regarded as a legend in some wrestling communities.
Vince Walters: Is he still referred to as the “Big Nasty” though? That’s the question.
Fat Tony: I’m not even sure if that’s valid at this point, and you’re definitely not going to ask him in person if it still applies.
Stone powerfully raises Blitz up from the canvas before delivering a spine-bending Choke Slam, looking around at the crowd as he sweeps his hair with his hands in an arrogant gesture of easiness. Blitz is struggling to recuperate as he breathes heavily, Stone helping him back up before he plants a headbutt across his face, charges at the ropes and comes back with a Clothesline From Hell!
Fat Tony: If his arm were a knife, that would have decapitated Blitz in one sweep!
Vince Walters: IF it was a knife? He could have done it with his arm anyway, but Blitz’ neck saved him!
Looking to end this now, Stone shakes his head in disappointment as he drags Blitz to the center of the ring, placing his head between his legs before raising him up and executing the AFTERTHOUGHT! Blitz arches up in a grotesque manner after the Elevated Powerbomb, slumping back down as Stone presses his foot on his chest and covers him that way.
Vince Walters: Sleep tight, Blitz. You fumbled the ball, and your time has just ran out!
Fat Tony: Football lingo?
Vince Walters: What else could it have been?
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Stone removes his foot off Blitz chest and raises both of his arms, smiling with egomaniacal apparel at the state he has left Blitz in.
Tom Davis: Here is your winner, DEVIN STONE!
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 16:48:32 GMT -5
Taylor Davis: The following contest is a singles match, scheduled for one fall. First, making their way to the ring, she hails from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 165lbs.
She is Ophelia Pain!
The lights in the arena start flashing in time with the chords of "Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace, and Ophelia walks out onto the stage. She raises the hood on her sweatshirt and begins to walk down the ramp with her hands in her pockets. As she reaches the ring she takes her hands out of her pockets and climbs through the ropes. She unzips the front of her sweatshirt slowly and throws the hood back as she screams as loud as she can throwing her arms up toward the ceiling. She jumps up on each corner turnbuckles, posing for pictures. She hops down and tosses the hoodie over the top rope and begins hopping around doing a little light footwork preparing for her match.
Fat Tony: Our former Southern Champion looking good and prepared after her victory over Kenath Israel last week at World War X.
Vince Walters: She’s looking good, I’ll agree that much.
Taylor Davis: And finally, making her way to the ring, the opponent. She hails from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 125lbs. She is Sophia Sabandith!
The titantron video begins to play while at the same time "You Are My Sunshine" By Stine J plays. Mixed reactions from the crowd but, mostly cheers. Images of Sophia in past matches flash on the screen, as does her name in pink. Lights flash baby blue, pink, and white. This goes on for a few seconds.
Then, she appears from backstage as the crowd erupts with cheering. She stops in front of the ramp, posing with hands on her hips. She looks around as she smiles to the crowd. She then walks confidently down the ramp and reaches the stairs where she swiftly walks up. She walks along the apron posing towards the middle with the hands on her hips, looking around and smiling as the crowd cheers once more.
She then enters the ring, ducking down between the top in middle rope, quickly. She then walks to the middle of the ring and poses one last time, this time throwing up both of her hands with the peace sign, smiling.
Fat Tony: What the hell are they cheering for? Did they not hear about her performance at World War X.
Vince Walters: I think they’re cheering for the tops to come off.
DING!
As soon as the bell goes, Pain comes charging at Sophia, who’s still posing for the crowd in the middle of the ring, and brings her down with a double Axe Handle. Looking down at her opponent, Pheely quickly picks her up once again, throwing her to the ropes with an Irish whip, before taking her down with a Flying Back Elbow right to Sabandith’s face.
Fat Tony: And Pain is just DOMINATING over her opponent here tonight…
Vince Walters: I love a woman with power…
Fat Tony: It’s just a shame they don’t love you…
Quickly Phells brings her opponent/victim to her feet, before pushing her into the corner turnbuckle, and going for The Spookshow Thrilla!
Fat Tony: Sophia taps! As soon as Pain locked in that devastating move, Sabandith didn’t want anything to do with her…
Vince Walters: What I wouldn’t to do be-
Fat Tony: Chris already made that joke…
Vince Walters: Dammit, I need new material…I’ll have what she’s having!
DING!
As the ref calls for the bell, Pain looks down at Sophia, her head still between her legs, she looks down before shaking her head, while Sabandith begins tapping frantically for Phells to leg do.
Fat Tony: Well if Ophelia wanted to make a statement here tonight, she’d certainly doing it…
Vince Walters: That is so hot…a woman who won’t take no for an answer…Oh God.
Fat Tony: What?
Vince Walters: Can someone pass me a towel?
Back in the ring, Sophia’s eyes begin to glaze over, as her hand stops tapping the floor as she falls unconscious. Finally, Pain releases the hold, before getting to her feet and raising her hands to the adoring crowd.
Taylor Davis: And your winner, by result of a submission, Ophelia Pain!
As Pain and the ref leave the ring, suddenly Vince starts looking around before getting to his feet.
Fat Tony: And where do you think-OH MY FUCKING GOD I didn’t need to see that…
Vince Walters: It’s Vince’s time to shine, baby!
Slowly Vince takes off his mic before making his way around to the ring, showing the world the very thing Tony didn’t need to see- his very blatant errection. Slowly he climbs into the ring before making his way over to Sabandith, before picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder. Before making his way to the back with her unconscious body. Suddenly he turns to Tony down the walkway before raising his hand into the air and holding up three fingers, mouthing the words “Give me three minuets…”
Fat Tony: And on that request, we’ve going to a commercial break, we’ll be back in three.
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 16:49:43 GMT -5
As we come back from commercial, the shot turns up with Adrien Specter walking down the hallway, Ryan Elias and Frank Finelli in toe, as slowly they come down to the hall and find themselves by their destination. The cRu locker room. Slowly Specter turns to Elias.
Adrien Specter: You read Ryan?
Ryan Elias: When you are Adrien.
Slowly Adrien turns to Frank, as Finelli gives him a nod, before suddenly Adrien kicks the door down, before stepping into the room to see Ryan Pugh and Johnny Stylez seated in the room, getting up from their chairs and getting to their feet as the two Court members and their accomplice enter the room.
Johnny Stylez: Well what can-
Suddenly Adrien strides across the room and backhands Johnny across the face. As Stylez returns his gaze to Specter, Adrien simply points to him.
Adrien Specter: Shut the fuck up, because the adults are talking…
Slowly Adrien turns to Pugh.
Adrien Specter: We want our belts back…
Ryan Pugh: And what the makes you think we’re gonna do it…
Ryan Elias: Because of me mostly…
Ryan Pugh: Oh really, and what makes you think I’m gonna listen to you?
Ryan Elias: The same reason you’ve been listening to your wife for months on end. Lawyers.
Ryan Pugh: You’ve got nothing on us. Roger signed over the NEW Roster to PCW before Showtime the rights to NEW. That’s all legal, binding, and means you got jack shit on me…
Ryan Elias: Oh Mr. Pugh…but we do have something on you.
Slowly Adrien steps forward, smiling at Pugh.
Adrien Specter: Hope you’re paying attention, because this next bit’s gonna get a little complicated.
Ryan Elias: You see Ryan, Wright sold Showtime the rights to NEW, without having told them that you’d sold off the roster for a penny each. Meaning that all the contract for NEW were passed over to Pugh and PCW. However, all rights, likenesses, the whole video library…and the title belts are still within Showtimes possessions. Now, you see, while they were in the possession of the likes of Adrien Specter and Frank Finelli, the true champions, we didn’t really have much of a problem. However, when you, Stylez, and Roger came knocking at their door to strip them of those titles, then you was officially conducting theft.
Adrien Specter: And this is where I come in. I found Ryan outside, looking for a way in. Now as you can tell, I wasn’t too happy about you coming into OUR locker room as if you owned the place, as the building kinda belonged to Showtime by the end of the evening.
Ryan Elias: And so, Adrien presented to me an idea, of which I would sign him to a NEW contract, being the first and final man being contracted to NEW.
Ryan Pugh: But he’s sighed to PCW!
Adrien Specter: But my contract was missing something in order for you to enforce that…
Ryan Elias: Namely, an exclusivity cause. So while Adrien has a contract signed to PCW at this point in time, he also has the right to get employment elsewhere.
Adrien Specter: And so, with my NEW contract now in place, Ryan here was kind enough to give me my rematch for the TA and Tag titles, both of which belong to New Edge Wrestling.
Ryan Elias: Which will be a TA and Tag Title contest, Falls Count Anywhere, with myself as the special guest referee, and Mr. Finelli as special ring enforcer, Of which if you, The cRu, or any other member of the PCW roster decide to stick their noses into the match, the belts will immediately be passed over to Adrien and Frank. And then after the match, I shall be returning to the Showtime offices-
Adrien Specter: Oh I just love this bit-
Ryan Elias: And sueing Ryan Pugh, Johnny Stylez, Roger Wright, and the rest of The cRu not only for the theft of the NEW title belts, but the destruction you caused in the NEW offices earlier this week.
Adrien Specter: Of which Mr. Elias has obtained a large amount of evidence, mostly due to the on-camera footage of you destroying the offices.
Ryan Elias: And we’re not talking monetary issues here. No, we will be suing you for FULL control of PCW and it’s Rosters, of which as soon as I gain control, the cRu shall immediately be fired.
Adrien Specter: And the best bit? That match will be happening in about one minuets time-
Ryan Elias: That is, unless, the title belts are immediately returned to Mr. Specter and Mr. Finelli.
Slowly reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket before pulling out a contract.
Ryan Elias: Oh, and here’s the match contract, in case you don’t think this is legit…
Slowly Ryan reads through the page he’s been given while Adrien and Frank look at Stylez hungrily, while Elias removes his jacket and reveals a ref’s shirt underneath. Suddenly Pugh’s head looks up and around at the situation, before suddenly taking the contract and ripping it in half, before turning to Stylez.
Ryan Pugh:Give them the belts…
LA Johnny Stylez: WHAT THE PHUCK?!
Ryan Pugh: I said return the belts…
LA Johnny Stylez: But I can take them!
Ryan Pugh: I’m sorry, were you listening to a different conversation? We’ve more important things to worry about, and I’m not in the God Damn mood to deal with this shit! NOW GIVE THEM THE GODDAMN BELTS!
Slowly Johnny looks to Pugh, before looking at the other three, before turning sharply to his locker, getting the three belts before handing them over to Specter, a smirk on Adrien’s face as he takes them and inspects them.
Ryan Pugh: What are you doing?
Adrien Specter: Looking for a serial number…and there it is!
Suddenly Specter throws the belts back at Johnny.
Adrien Specter: We’ll be having the real one’s now please.
Ryan Pugh: WILL YOU STOP AND JUST GIVE THEM THE BELTS ALREADY!
LA Johnny Stylez: FINE!
Johnny goes back into his locker, casting the fakes down before handing over the real belts. Adrien looks over them, feeling the clear weight difference between the two types of belt, before finally handing one of the tag belts to Frank Finelli.
Adrien Specter: Thank you...and the next time you want a belt that belongs to me, why don't you get into the ring and earn it...
LA Johnny Stylez: It wouldn't be the first time...
The pair step up to one another, before suddenly Pugh gets between the pair of them.
Ryan Pugh: Alright, you got what you want. Now get the fuck out.
Ryan Elias: So nice doing business with you both...
Slowly, Adrien, Frank, and Elias make their exit, leaving Johnny and Pugh alone, before Stylez pushes Ryan off him and punches one of the lockers, as we fade to another commertail. |
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 16:52:14 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following contest is a singles match, scheduled for one fall. First, making his way to the ring, he hails from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 228lbs. He is “The Sultan of the Suntan” Miami Mike!
The lights in the arena go out. Then...
"Rock Me Amadeus" by Falco hits the PA. Strobe lights of different colors light up the dark arena as the crowd goes wild. Then, Mr. Miami himself, Miami Mike walks out to a great ovation by the crowd. He stands on at the entryway for a while taking in all the groovy atmosphere before he makes his way to the ring slapping the fans' hands as he goes. He then enters the ring and salutes the fans.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, he hails from Memphis, Tennessee, weighing in this morning at 237lbs. He is Christian Rivers!
Rivers walks down the ring in his sleeveless white under shirt with his gun holster with his .45 snapped securely in. He walks up the ring steps, and enters the ring through the middle rope and stretches preparing himself for a war.
Fat Tony: So who’s your money on Vince.
Vince Walters: The guy with the fucking gun! Are you stupid or something?!
DING!
immediately as the match begins, Rivers immediately dishes out a kick to the gut of Mike, before taking him down with a Canadian Destroyer!
Fat Tony: That looked as though it stung a bit!
Vince Walters: And he’s going for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING!
Tom Davis: And your winner, via result of a pinfall, Christian Rivers!
Fat Tony: Miami Mike clearly still suffering from the wounds he suffered at the hands of KOP back at World War X.
Vince Walters: I couldn’t agree mor-wait, who’s climbing over the crowd barrier?!
Suddenly a tall muscular man climbs over the crowd barrier and climbs into the ring, waiting for Miami Mike to get to his feet, before finally he comes in running, hitting with a Spear to his back.
Fat Tony: DIRTY NEEDLE!
Vince Walters: And that can only mean one thing…
Slowly, the man gets to his feet once again, pulling down his hood to show that it is indeed Inkt who was behind the attack. Quickly his attention turns to Rivers, as suddenly he comes running, but Christ is smart enough to get out of the ring quickly, before Inkt can make his attack.
Fat Tony: And Rivers quickly getting out of dodge before he suffers the same fate as Mike.
Vince Walters: Smart move on his part…
Slowly, Rivers makes his way to the back, his eyes starring daggers at Inkt, while the Man of War remains in the ring, telling him to come climb back in.
Fat Tony: And as we deal with the commotion in the ring, we’ll be back right after these messages.
The final shot shows Inkt standing in the middle of the ring, his arms raised as he looks down at Miami Mike, who’s writhing about in pain. |
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 16:53:47 GMT -5
Suddenly and unexpectedly, “Unbreakable” by Fireflight begins to play over the PA system as The Court’s Herald of Holiness, Reya Serra, walks hurriedly down to the ring, holding an envelope in her hand as the crowd cheers for her loudly.
Fat Tony: Well this was not scheduled. What’s she doing coming out here?
Vince Walters: Maybe she’s planning on quitting before the cRu give The Court another ass whooping later tonight.
Fat Tony: Somehow I doubt that…Reya Serra doesn’t seem like a woman who has quit anything in her entire life. I don’t think she’s going to start now.
Reya enters the ring and is soon handed a microphone from one of the stagehands. She waits a few moments for the cheers to die down before she begins speaking.
Reya: Good evening, everyone. I came out here because I have an important announcement to make. It is in this envelope in my hand as a matter of fact. However, before I get to that I have something which I would like to say to a certain member of the cRu. Some of you may know him as the Paragona of Americana…Johnny Stylez.
The crowd begins booing heavily at the mere mention of his name for a few moments before starting a chant.
Crowd: Johnny Sucks! Johnny Sucks! Johnny Sucks!
Reya looks curiously out into the crowd for a few moments until the chant dies down.
Reya: You see Mister Stylez…that little rant that you did shortly after World War X? Well someone just so happened to show that to me earlier tonight. I must say I was none too pleased. You are correct that I have improved since the last time we stepped foot in the ring against one another, as you will find out later tonight. However, there are multiple things that came out of that rambling mouth of yours that I would like to object to, if the crowd will indulge me.
As she pauses, the crowd reacts with a strong chorus of cheers as she begins to smile brightly.
Reya: First of all you said that I have not accomplished anything. Now, I know I have held the Youngblood Championship on not one but two separate occasions. I would say that is a little far from accomplishing nothing. Then, not surprisingly, you referred to me playing…what was it you said? Oh…second fiddle to my younger sister Vanessa. Regardless of our individual Court titles, if you knew anything about The Court Mister Stylez you would know that nobody plays second fiddle to anyone else. However, as you have obviously shown, you do not know The Court very well.
As for my own Court title, The Herald of Holiness…it has absolutely nothing to do with my familial relationship with Vanessa. It does, on the other hand, have everything to do with my faith in the Lord, which you know all about. I am The Herald of Holiness and I seek to spread the word of the Lord as only I can, something which you have attempted to limit me in accomplishing but I will get to that shortly.
Reya stops for a moment as she gazes at the envelope in her hand prior to resuming to speak.
Reya: Then of course you went into a whole thing about how I am pathetic and have been brainwashed by Vanessa. I can assure you that I am far from pathetic and as it relates to being brainwashed I most definitely have a mind of my very own. But considering the friends that you run around with you probably would not know an independent minded person if it was staring you in the face, would you Mister Stylez?
And as for those tag titles…the last time I checked those are for a tag team. A tag team consists of two people. Not three…not four…not the entire six or seven of you that make up the cRu, I have honestly lost count because you all just appear to be mindless copies of one another. Vanessa and I wanted to win those titles fairly…as a tag team…not pass them around like Ryan Pugh hands out hamburgers and French fries from Burger King. The Court would never stoop to such depths…but that has never stopped the cRu from doing it has it?
She takes another pause as she takes a deep breath before she continues.
Reya: How many times have you taken the other half of those tag titles and handed it over to one of your buddies, Johnny? I am sure if I went back and researched the history I would find it to be on numerous occasions. But that is not the only title that has been passed around. Was the Undisputed Title not handed to you on not one but two separate occasions on a silver platter when you did not deserve it? I recall that awful match you had months ago with you friend Triple X in which the two of you disgracefully traded titles. It has been you and your little friends that have done nothing but take prestigious titles and devalue them to the point of worthlessness…whereas I along with the other members of The Court have sought to return those titles you have sullied with your hands to their former glory.
But we cannot do that anymore can we? You and your friends have gone and burned New Edge to the ground…destroying it physically and metaphorically just as you said you would. I am sure you are all very proud of doing such a thing but there is just one problem for you and the cRu…The Court remains. Sure, you may try your hardest to destroy us…even going so far as attempting to eliminate each and every one of us one by one in the process. But know this…
The Court is not going anywhere. We will live on as you and the cRu begin to falter, your massive egos unable to keep your precious little club together. So hate us, mock us, and try to beat us…because no matter what you try to do we will get back up, dust ourselves off, and come after you again. We will not go quietly into the night. We are not going to give up without a fight and we will fight you until we draw our very last breath. And in the end, The Court will reign supreme over the cRu…whether you like it or not.
Crowd: Court! Court! Court! Court!
The crowd erupts very loudly in cheers as Reya smiles happily. She then takes the envelope in her hand and opens it, pulling out a small letter.
Reya: I have, of course, saved the best for the very last…just for you, Mister Stylez. Do you remember what you did all those months ago Johnny? You may have gotten high so many times that you do not recall but I remember it all too well. You see, you somehow managed to have me excommunicated from the Roman Catholic Church for worshipping Vanessa as an idol. How you managed to do this I am not entirely sure but here is what I do know. A few weeks ago, not too long after learning of Vanessa being my younger sister, I sent His Holiness a letter informing him of this new information. After all, an upstanding Christian person should not be punished for honoring her younger sister just as that person would honor their mother or father. I have been waiting for weeks until finally earlier this week I received this reply. That is correct, ladies and gentleman. This letter that I am holding in my hand is none other than a response from the Pope himself, lifting my excommunication from the Church!
Reya beams ecstatically, almost beginning to blush as the crowd starts chanting her name…
Crowd: Reya! Reya! Reya! Reya!
Reya: In closing, I do have one final message for you before our match tonight Mister Stylez so you should listen and you should listen well. Anything you can do I can do better. I can do anything better than you. Soak that up.
Reya sets down the microphone in the middle of the ring, bows her head in what appears to be a slight prayer before leaving the ring and heading back up the ramp.
Vince Walters: Great…now that she’s no longer excommunicated we’re gonna see even more Bible thumping from her. Nobody wants to see that. Would it really hurt her to do some pole dancing? C’mon man!
Fat Tony: Some strong words there from the Herald about Johnny Stylez. Hopefully she along with The Queen and The Executioner will be able to back them up here tonight. Anyway, let’s go to a commercial…
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 16:54:56 GMT -5
Redrum is impatiently standing in the ring, he had made his way to the ring during the commercial break.
Fat Tony: Rum doesn’t look happy.
Vince Walters: Well, his stable mate Koresh is going for the PCW World Heavyweight title tonight. And he’s gonna flake again.
Tom Davis: And second to the ring, Redrum’s opponent, KOP!
Xzibit - Hurt Locker plays across the arena and out comes KOP wearing his patented Black T- Shirt 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 and badmouths them. He also flips them off. When wearing his suit he shows off his expensive clothing to the fans and lets them know that they can't afford what he has.
KOP moves in, grabbing Redrum by the neck and slamming him up against the turnbuckle. But Redrum rakes the eyes and slides out and down, under KOP's legs and up behind him. Redrum quickly locks in a sleeper hold as the crowd began to boo. KOP grabs the ropes, and the referee warns Redrum to release the hold. But before Redrum can, KOP rams his head backward, catching Redrum in the temple with the head butt and sending the member of Requiem reeling. KOP shoots back with a series of elbows, then tosses Redrum into the ropes. Redrum ducks the clothesline attempt and returns with a arm bar and works to lock it in. Both wrestlers go down to the mat, and KOP uses his upper body strength to power out of the hold, but Redrum moves quickly up and around and slapped on a cross face submission hold. Using his legs to hold KOP's arms away from the ropes, the referee leans down to ask KOP if he would submit.
Fat Tony: He's submitting!!!!
Vince Walters: Shut up, no way he'd submit. What’s he doing out here?
Jake Youngblood comes running down the ramp way with a sledgehammer. He sneaks around the ring and puts it between the ropes.
Fat Tony: Requiem stick together.
KOP blatantly kicks Redrum between the legs. KOP hits the mat in frustration, and he brings Redrum quickly to the feet. KOP throws a few punches out of frustration, Redrum ducks and kicks him in the gut. KOP is sent to the ropes and as he comes back Redrum launches him in the air and KOP’s body folds as it lands across the top rope. Redrum smiles as he uses the ropes for leverage as he stomps the King of Pain. Redrum brings KOP to his feet and pushes him in to the corner. He slaps KOP across the chest a few times and then takes him to the top. The crowd gasps as both men stand on the top rope, Redrum hooks KOP as to be going for a Superplex but KOP pushes him away and to his feet. Redrum comes right back at KOP, and is hooked in a ddt position. KOP plants Redrum to the mat head first with a swinging DDT. The crowd goes nuts again for KOP’s second huge offensive move of the bout. KOP goes to cover Redrum but Redrum’s foot is on the rope and the referee calls for KOP to break the pin. KOP brings Redrum to his feet before he clotheslines him over the top rope to the floor below. He turns towards the sledge hammer, a sinister smile crosses his face as he starts towards it.
Fat Tony: Jake brought it out here for Rum to use, not KOP. Here we go!!!! Let the swinging begin!!!!
Vince Walters: What?
Fat Tony: Of the hammer!!! What did you think I meant?
KOP goes to grab the sledge hammer BUT is met with a punch in the back, Redrum grabs hold of KOP and lifts him up. He locks in the torture rack. All over the arena we hear the screams of pain coming from KOP. Eventually Redrum gets bored of the hold and dumps him onto the mat. And turns to the ropes. He now heads for the sledge hammer. But KOP is getting to his feet which turns Redrum back to the action. Redrum kicks KOP in the gut and then delivers a gut wrench suplex on him. He then comes off the ropes and drives his elbow into the heart of KOP. He gets up and then quickly drops another elbow. He goes for a third but KOP moves at the last moment. KOP pulls Redrum to his feet and throws him towards the corner. He nails him with a spear and then delivers a couple of knife edge chops, but Redrum suddenly grabs him and reverses the positions and begins to pound KOP with right hands, and then begins to deliver knife hand chops of his own. He then whips him to the opposite corner and then charges in and nails with a devastating clothesline.
Fat Tony: Oww, that could have decapitated him!
Redrum charges off towards the neutral corner and grabs the sledgehammer as Jake distracts the referee. He grabs it and with a sick smile on his face turns around with it. He turns and strides towards KOP.
Vince Walters: Here we go!!!!
Fat Tony: Bring on the pain!!!!
He stands in front of KOP awaiting for him to get to his feet. Slowly KOPs staggers to his feet unaware of what awaits him.........and is met with a blow to the gut, which doubles him over. Lifting the sledge hammer above his head he looks out to the crowd and then brings it down across the back of KOPs head.
Vince Walters: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!
Fat Tony: Shit!!!!!
He has a twisted smile on his face as he seems to be enjoying himself as he rains blow after blow to the now bloody KOP. The crowd chant along with each blow......2....3...4....5.....6......7....and all the time Jake has the referee tied up trying to get him out of the ring. Eventually Rum throws the sledgehammer down in the corner. The PCW Insane Rulez champion shouts for the referee as he pulls KOP to his feet and slams him back to the mat. He rolls him back up and goes for the pin……………………1……………….2.…………………3!!!
Fat Tony: Good win for Rum there!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner, REDRUM!!!!!!
Jake Youngblood rolls into ring with sledgehammer and hands it to Redrum who once again starts hitting KOP.
Fat Tony: Emmmm, I think this is going too far.
Vince Walters: We agree on something? Get some EMT's out here!
Referees rush the ring trying to get the sledge hammer away from Redrum. He swings it around a bit but is eventually disarmed.
Fat Tony: Redrum may have won here tonight as KOP cannot continue BUT what is the state of KOP Vince?
Vince Walters: I agree.
Fat Tony: Welcome to PCW KOP.
Vince Walters: Hey I’m no Doctor but sledgehammer plus bones equals mess!!!!!! |
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 16:57:01 GMT -5
As the camera comes to life, immediately “Please” by Nine Inch Nails blasts out over the PA system, as Adrien walks out to the ring, with his newly acquired belts over his shoulders, slapping the hands of some of the fans as he makes his way down to the ring.
Fat Tony: It’s quite frankly, been a busy night for one of PCW’s new acquisitions, Adrien Specter. Not only does he have a match here later tonight in the 6-man tag, putting three of PCW’s best against 3 of NEW’s. But he also found time to win back his TA and Tag title belts in the mean time!
Vince Walters: Yeah, by using some political bullshit to screw over the cRu!
Fat Tony: You mean like the political bullshit the cRu used to destroy NEW, and take his two belts away in the first place?
Vince Walters: Apples and Oranges Tony…
Finally Adrien climbs into the ring, before asking for a mic and looking around the crowd.
Adrien Specter: Good evening PCW!
The crowd cheers the greeting.
Adrien Specter: Are we having a good night tonight? Because I’ll tell you right now my night is fucking AWESOME! And for three main reasons. Number one…
He points to the TA Title on his shoulder.
Adrien Specter: Number two…
He points to the Tag Title.
Adrien Specter: And Number three…I proved a point here tonight. Namely, that the cRu is nothing more than hype, who uses the men in their position of power to get what they want. Well guess what fuck faces. You may have done everything in your power in order to try and take these belts away from me. But the fact is I took all that red-tape BS you tried to pull on me and I threw it right back in your faces. Guess what, you failed to beat me. Just like you failed to win at WWX, and just like you’re gonna fail to beat the rest of The Court later tonight. Because you see boys, you may think you’re untouchable, but just as I proved earlier tonight, all you are are spoiled little children who need a good slap round the face to shut them up! Unlike a certain “Anti-cRu Spuerstar” who’s barely made an impact, I achieved more in one night then you’ve done in months of trying. Oh yeah asshole, I saw you fucking calling me out when I was signed to NEW, and I couldn’t get at you…but I’ve crossed over. I’m here right where you want me…so come and make good on your promises bitch!
The crowd cheers as Adrien raises his hand in the air, settling the crowd once again.
Adrien Specter: Alright, simmer down, I’ve a lot to get through. Namely, about when I intend to be doing while I’m here in PCW. Well, firstly tonight, I’ve got to join forces with Matt Slater and Kenath Israel…
The two men get something of a mixed reaction.
Adrien Specter: Against Inkt-
Loud boos from the crowd.
Adrien Specter: Tommy Kain-
the name is greeted by a series of cheers.
Adrien Specter: And…LA Keif
The arena breaks out into a series of cheers and ‘Keif’ chants.
Adrien Specter: I know! It’s gonna be an exciting match-up! However, some would say that the focus of the rest of my team seem to be more about killing one another, rather than our opponents here tonight. But my focus is on someone else entirely. And I’m talking directly to you Mr. Kain. Because although I may have worked my ass off in order to get my belts back, I know that the importance of this belt is frankly finite…Next week I face you one on one to decide who will be the next Southern Champion in a unification match of the two belts, and if anything else I hoped I’ve proven just how much these belts mean to me…and what I intend to do in order to make sure I keep it. And so I leave you all with this final message. Tommy…I hope you pay close attention to our match tonight. I hope you watch me and what I do to people in that ring. Because next week you’re going to receive the full brunt of it...And if you’re very unlucky, and if you fight the inevitable, I might just have to put you…
Adrien takes the mic away from his mouth, before pointing it towards the crowd.
Crowd: SIX…FEET…UNDER!!!
And with that, Adrien drops the mic, before making his way to the back, as “Please” by Nine Inch Nails plays him out, and he reaches the hands out to the fans as he makes his way to the back.
Fat Tony: Well Specter throwing down the gauntlet for Tommy Kain to pick up, and maybe even Nocturnal!
Vince Walters: Yeah, it’s all good talking, but I want some God Damn ACTION!
Fat Tony: Well you’re going to receive it as we take a break, but when we return, we have Jake Youngblood Vs. Randy Ramon! Don’t miss it…
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 16:57:59 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following contest is a singles match, scheduled for one fall. First, making his way to the ring. He hails from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 219lbs. He is representing Requiem, he is Jake Youngblood!
"Were all messed up......... It's human nature......"
As the beginning of “This Calling” by All That Remains starts up, the lights dim in the arena and Brood like strobe effects go along with the drum beat.
Suddenly the Tron goes black along with the arena. The first verse of the song starts a wall of fire appears out of the entrance and thats it. After a moment, Jake Youngblood walks out of the fire, dressed in a black "Requiem" hoodie, and boots with designed kickpads over them.
A deadly, focused glare upon his eyes as the crowd goes hysterical with boos and cheers! As the chorus starts, Jake walks down to the ring area, and walks around the ring, simply pulls out his custom weapon, and threating the fans as he moves to the steps on the outside of the ring.
Jake leaps over the ropes before stripping off his hoodie to reveal a his new "Youngblooded Requiem" T shirt and a pair of elbow pads, along with Jake's tribel tattoo that covers his right upper arm.
He looks to the ref smirking as he peels of his shirt revealing his athletic 19 year old form, looking around at the crowd before raising her arms to his chest, making the "Requiem" Sign before sitting in the corner, letting his hands reside over his painted face, waiting for his opponent.
Tom Davis: And finally, making his way to the ring, the opponent. He hails from Detroit Rock City, weighing in this morning 245lbs. He is “The Rockstar” Randy Ramon!
Randy quickly comes out from the back as “Minus Celsius” by Backyard Babies plays through the PA. Quickly Ramon rushes to the ring, immediately climbing and going toe to toe with Youngblood. The pair have a stare down for a moment, before Randy smirks at Jake, before breaking away, and going to the turnbuckle, raising his arm into the air.
Fat Tony: Well this is a rematch from World War X last week as both Youngblood and Randy participated in the Elimination match, where Ramon knocked out Jake, before he himself was knocked out by Youngblood’s Requiem Stable mate Aurora Deadwood.
Vince Walters: And obviously Ramon is gonna want revenge for that. At least with Deadwood obtaining the number one contendership, Requiem, and subsequently Jake, gains the chance to benefit.
DING!
Immediately as the bell tolls, the two men turned to each other, and begin to circle one another. Cautiously, Ramon puts his hand up for a strength test, which Jake quickly accepts, but with Randy quickly gaining the advantage using his height and weight to gain the advantage. Slowly, he begins pushing down on Jakes hands, before suddenly Youngblood uses a burst of strength to jump in the air, before converting the strength test into an Arm Drag, launching Randy across the ring. Quickly, Ramon is back to his feet before suddenly Jake comes running, striking with a Discus Elbow!
Fat Tony: And Youngblood now turning the early advantage in his favor as he puts Ramon on his back.
Vince Walters: And he’s going for the pin!
ONE…
TW-
Fat Tony: And a quick kick-out from Randy…
Without a moment of hesitation, Jake brings Ramon to his feet once again, before Irish Whipping him across the ring. However, as Randy hits the other side, he quickly grabs the rope, stopping the return. Youngblood quickly comes running at Ramon, attempting to strike out with a Spear, but right at the last moment, Randy raises his foot, making Jake come full charge into his boot. As Jake backs away, holding his face, Ramon quickly takes the advantage by grabbing Youngblood, before striking out with a T-bone Suplex. As Youngblood lays on the ground, holding his body from the quick attack, Randy quickly goes to the ropes, grabbing on them and attempting a Springboard Leg drop, but Jake quickly rolls out the way and back to his feet, before dishing out a baseball slide into Randy in the sit down position.
Fat Tony: Some real back and forth action here tonight!
Vince Walters: Well both men are out here looking to impress, and hopefully be next in line for a shot they missed out on last week…
Quickly rolling back to his feet, Youngblood watches as Randy quickly gets back to his feet, before running at him, going for a Superkick. However, as he throws out his leg, Randy quickly sidesteps him, before dishing out a Superkick of his own, flooring Youngblood before dropping down for a pin attempt.
ONE…
TWO…
Fat Tony: And a kick-out from Jake keeps him in the match.
Vince Walters: The question is can he keep up this resiliency?
Getting to his feet, and bringing Youngblood up with him, Ramon is quick to bring him back down with a German Suplex, smacking Jakes head down hard before going for another pin attempt.
ONE…
TWO…
Fat Tony: And another kick out from Youngblood!
Vince Walters: Well I guess that answered my question…
Once again, Randy gets to his feet, bringing Jake to his feet, however, Youngblood knocks Ramon’s hand away, before striking out with a Roundhouse Kick!
Fat Tony: The Matrix!
Vince Walters: And he’s going for a pin!
ONE…
TWO…
Fat Tony: KICKOUT!
Vince Walters: And it looks like both of these men are gonna have to pull something out the bag to put either men down.
Slowly, Jake makes his way over to the turnbuckle, climbing it and turning to face Randy as he quickly gets to his feet. Suddenly, Youngblood jumps, attempting a Thesz Press, but right at the last moment, Randy grabs him in mid air and converts it to a side slam, following up with another pin.
ONE…
TWO…
Fat Tony: And the reversal is denied!
Quickly both men climb to their feet, before Jake is the first to strike, running up and kicking Randy in the gut, looking to hit out with a Jack-Knife Powerbomb, but just as he’s about to bring Ramon up, Randy begins fighting back, punching Jake in the side until he’s free, finally pushing Youngblood back into the ropes. On the return, Ramon delivers a swift kick of his own into the gut of Jake, before bringing him up for a Fisherman Suplex Pin!
Fat Tony: Revleations!
Vince Walters: And he’s going for the pin!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING!
Fat Tony: Excellent showing from both of these men in a VERY close match.
Vince Walters: That’s right, however, Randy just got the pin in the end.
Tom Davis: And your winner, vis result of a pinfall, “The Rockstar” Randy Ramon!
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 16:59:29 GMT -5
We cut backstage to witness Cera adjusting her leather boots on a couch in one of the Arena suites, Matt Slater sat next to her with a cautious expression on his face.
Matt Slater: Are you sure you’re going to be fine? You don’t look well.
Cera: I’ll be alright. Once I get into that ring, Aurora Deadwood will be taken out ... swiftly, precisely ... violently...
Cera finishes fastening the straps and relaxes back on the couch, crossing one leg over the over. Slater sighs before he puts his hand on her thigh in a reassuring manner, Cera looking at him with a weak smile.
Cera: Don’t worry about me. You just concentrate on what you need to do.
Matt Slater: And you?
Cera: I’ve got things figured out.
Slater nods slowly before he leans forward and kisses her on the lips, registering his own weak smile afterwards.
Matt Slater: I’m going to prepare for my match. The last thing I need is for Kenath Israel to have mastered a scheme to get the better of me as his partner and screw everything up. Adrien Specter ... I trust that’ll he’ll keep things in check, because when it comes to winning, he'll do his best to make things right.
Cera: Unlike other things I could mention...
Matt Slater: Well that's the past. This is the present, and my present mind is on winning and continuing the momentum I've built since the end of last year.
Cera: That sounds good.
Matt Slater: It better be good. I’ll talk to you later.
Slater then stands up from the couch and walks off, Cera watching him go until he disappears behind the shutting door. After a few seconds have elapsed, Cera then sighs aloud and stands up from the couch, making her way over to a table with a zipped bag on it. Lowering her eyes, she slowly unzips the bag, reaches in and pulls out a large bottle of tequila. Without saying anything unto herself, Cera unscrews the cap and starts to drink the alcoholic beverage, sighing again before we cut to a brief commercial.
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 17:01:30 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!!
Tom Davis: Introducing first from Webberville, Texas standing an 6’0” and weighing in at 211 pounds please welcome MMAATTHHEEWW CCAARRTTEERR!!!!
Fat Tony: I would love to be a cell in the brain of Matthew Carter after witnessing what his brother did at World War X, and now he has to face the guy that he eliminated in little over one minute during that controversial match in Al Envy.
Vince Walters: Is this considered a big match Tony?
Fat Tony: I would assume so, a matchup between two former world champions and two of the best technical wrestlers in the world today. Not a main event tonight but a pretty damn good match.
Vince Walters: Well then I choose Carter.
Fat Tony: Are you serious? You are going against Al Envy and the cRu?
Vince Walters: Al doesn’t belong in the cRu. You saw that leaked footage of Envy talking about the dissention in the cRu. It’s his fault.
Fat Tony: Well considering the facts we can address this a little later because right now I expect a focused Show Stealer to walk through those curtains and it may be a bad night for Matthew Carter to say the least.
Tom Davis: And his opponent…
The crowd rises to their feet as the mixture of boos and cheers is eventually won by the cheers as Al Envy walks out onto the ramp. He has a look of pure coldness in his face as he walks into the ring and does his entrance thing of standing on the ropes then dropping down to the mat Indian style. Not once has he took his eyes off of Matthew Carter.
Tom Davis: Hailing from Fort Worth, Texas standing 6'3" and weighing in at 243 pounds he is the "Show Stealer" AAALLL EEENNNVVVYYY!!!!!
Fat Tony: That is one focused man right there.
Vince Walters: He better be because if he chokes this one away we may have a violent goodbye party for Al Envy tonight.
The referee rings the bell as Al rose from his position. The meet in the center of the ring and as you can read Matthew Carter’s lips he is talking about how he threw Envy over the top rope and the audience starts to cheer as Carter gets them involved. Al just stands there and makes no move and his eyes stay cold as can be until…
SSLLAAPP!!!!!
Fat Tony: OH GOD!!! Did you hear that slap by Envy!!!
Vince Walters: He may not be a popular guy with the cRu right now but I better care if I were you Roger’s little brother.
The slap staggered Carter back. He rubs his face and smiles then spears the shit out of Al and they start rolling around on the mat punching and trying to dock positioning on one another. The referee gets in between them as the two combatants pick each other up the exchange of hard chops and sidekicks from Envy begin as Matthew Carter responds with some hard punches of his own.
Fat Tony: Man this is getting intense right here!
Finally Carter starts to get the better of Envy and Irish whips him into the ropes. He goes for a shoulder block but Envy slides under Carter’s legs gets up and kicks him hard in the ribs thre times buckling Carter’s knees. Al the bounces off the ropes and drop kicks Carter in his face while setting on one knee.
Fat Tony: And Al Envy has taken control on this one. Man did you hear those shots.
Vince Walters: He is one of the most proficient strikers in the game, yet he is also the biggest choker in the game. Give it time he will screw this one up too. But hey at least this one has gone longer than a minute.
Envy sits Carter up and bounces off the opposite rope and snap mares Carter’s head violently ala the great Mr. Perfect. He crawls over to Carter for the pin.
1…
2…
NO!!!!!
Fat Tony: The first pin fall of the contest and Carter gets the shoulder up.
Al stands there jarring with the referee. He then starts laying the boots to Carter. He picks Carter and hits an head and arm Envyplex damn near landing Carter on the top of his head with it.
Fat Tony: Good grief Envy is being stiff tonight. That could have broken Carter’s neck! Envy goes for the pin.
1…
2…
Fat Tony: BUT CARTER ROLLS HIM UP!!!!!
1…
2…
THRE………!!!
Envy got the shoulder up at the last minute! Envy and Carter pop up and Carter hits Al with an arm drag. Envy jumps back up and are hit once again by Carter with an arm drag. As Al gets up again Carter hits him with a beautiful drop kick dropping Al Envy back down. Al gets up again and walks into a Carter DDT!!
Fat Tony: Carter with the DDT!! This might be it…..hey wait a damn minute!!
Up on the ramp stands Inkt and Ryan Pugh, along with them is Roger Wright who gets the loudest reaction from the crowd.
Fat Tony: What are they doing here?
Vince Walters: Getting ready to kick Envy’s ass to the curve Fat Boy!! This is a new era in wrestling!!
Carter sees he has Envy down for the count but decides to end it by going to the top rope. He sees the cRu standing there but they make no intent to distract Carter. Carter says a few choice words to his brother and climbs to the top rope. He signals to the fans and as Al Envy finally stands up he leaps for a missile drop kick but Envy side steps it and kicks CARTER RIGHT IN THE TEMPLE causing the crowd to collapse their breaths collectively!.
Fat Tony: Oh my GOD he just kicked him in the temple. What a hellacious counter that was. Carter is out cold!
Envy trying to collect himself stands over Matthew Carter who seems to be knocked out. Al stares down at Carter then looks up at his cRu stable mates who now start cheering their Show Stealer on.
Fat Tony: That’s weird the only person cheering Envy on until that brutal move was Roger. Now the other three start cheering. Something is going on here.
Vince Walters: Don’t start anything fat boy. There is nothing going on with the cRu!!
Envy looks at his friends and picks up Matthew Carter who is out on his feet it seems. He tucks Carter’s head under his shoulder and nails the GBE in the center of the ring!!
Fat Tony: Well if he was not out before he is now
Vince Walters: G B E equals 123 baby!!
1…
2…
THREE!!!!!!!!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner the “Show Stealer” AAALLL EEENNNNVVVVYYYY!!!!!!
Fat Tony: Al gets redemption from that embarrassment in his eyes at WWX and maybe he just redeemed himself in the eyes of his peers.
Vince Walters: There is nothing wrong with the cRu. Quit trying to start shit fat ass!!!
Fat Tony: Well in any event Al gets back on his winning ways right here as the referee checks on Matthew Carter.
Al Envy walks around the ring talking to himself then stops. He drops to his back and rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair and a TAZER from underneath the ring.
Fat Tony: Why does he have a tazer here? What in the hell does Envy have a tazer for.
Vince Walters: I have no idea why he has one.
Al rolls back in with the chair and the tazer. He slowly walks up behind the referee attending to Matthew Carter who is now somewhat moving and all of a sudden Envy tazers the referee right in the back of the neck!!
Fat Tony: OH GOD HE HIT THE REFEREE WITH THAT TAZER!!!! WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS!!!!!!!
Envy throws the tazer out of the ring as the referee lies there in convulsions. Envy grabs the chair and starts wearing out Matthew Carter!!
Fat Tony: MY GOD THIS IS AN ASSAULT!!!!SOMEONE STOP HIM. LIKE MAYBE HIS BROTHER STANDING HERE NOT DOING A GODDAMN THING!!
Roger Wright looks on not even making a move to salvage his own flesh and blood despite being a member of the cRu. Back in the ring Envy finishes the barrage of chair shots with a final, vicious one on Matthew Carter. Al stops and takes deep breath thinking about what he had done. Then he slides Matthew Carter’s head in between the seat and legs of the chair. He positions Carter and then looks right into the eyes of his fellow cRu. He then leaps over Carter and hits the ENVYSAULT onto the chair that holds Carter’s neck in place!!!!!
Vince Walters: This is bad.
Fat Tony: THIS IS BAD?? THIS IS BAD!!!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!! HE JUST MAY HAVE ENDED HIS GODDAMN CAREER!!!!!! AL ENVY HAS SNAPPED AND I KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER!! THIS IS RIDICULOUS WE NEED HELP OUT HERE!!!!!NO NO NO!!!
The paramedics run into the ring as Al Envy leaves and heads towards his fellow cRu members. As Pugh and Inkt all applaud him, Al stares at the two of them and says something to Inkt that causes all of them to stop clapping. Roger walks over and starts leading Al away from the others.
Fat Tony: Oh look he is leading Al Envy away. WHAT ABOUT YOUR BROTHER ROGER??!! YOU’RE FLESH AND BLOOD WHO MAY BE PARALYZED IN THE RING RIGHT NOW!!!! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!
Vince Walters: I think it’s time for a commercial break to get this back in control and to calm my partner down a little.
The paramedics work on Matthew Carter as the show cuts to a commercial.
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 17:02:24 GMT -5
As we come back from commercial both Judas Dathan and Triple D are standing in the ring and the ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Fat Tony: This one should be very interesting, we have the return to the ring of two men. Judas has only been gone for a few weeks but Davey has been gone for over a year from the squared circle.
Vince Walters: Ring rust will be all over this match Tony, honestly I just hope it will not take too long to get to the good stuff.
Triple D and Dathan lock up and Davey quickly fires off a arm drag takeover, Judas snaps right back to his feet and right into a second arm drag. Judas is back up again and Davey goes for a third arm drag but Judas counters and floats over into a arm drag of his own. Davey is back up and both men go for a drop kick at the same time and connect with nothing but air before popping back up with fists drawn at one another as they have a stand off.
Fat Tony: I don't see much ring rust so far Vince
Vince Walters: I hope the rest of the match goes at this pace, I love me a good old fashioned wrestling match!
The two lock up again and this time it is Judas that pulls Davey in for a headlock. Davey is able to push Judas off after a moment and sends Dathan into the ropes. Davey leap frogs Dathan and then waits as Dathan rebounds once again and runs right into a picture perfect belly to belly suplex from Dynamo! Triple D hits the ropes quick and then drops a leg on the throat of Dathan before hitting the ropes and dropping another leg. Davey grabs Judas by the head but Judas pushes him away and creates a little room. Judas hits the ropes and does a front roll as he pops up and nails a clothesline on Davey that takes his head off!
Fat Tony: What a move from Dathan there
Vince Walters: He needs to find a way to capitalize on this and put Dynamo away sooner rather then later
Davey is back up and shaking his head as Dathan grabs him and sends him back into the ropes, Dathan hits a back body drop that takes Dynamo over the top rope and out to the floor with a thud! Dathan grabs the top rope as he waits for Triple D to get to his feet on the floor. Davey is up and Dathan pops up to the top rope and springboards out to the floor with a 450 splash that nails Dynamo flush!
Fat Tony: What athleticism from Dathan there
Vince Walters: This one might just be over if Judas can get him back in the ring
Judas is back up and slapping the hands of the fans in the front row as they cheer. Judas now grabs Davey and tosses him back in the ring before climbing up on the apron. Dynamo finds his way to his feet and is able to hit a poke in the eye of Dathan who is still on the he apron. Davey turns Dathan around and hooks both arms in a full nelson position and then proceeds to bring Dathan back into the ring with a huge dragon suplex! Davey is able to keep the bridge as the ref hits the mat for the count.
1......
2......
.....KICK OUT!!!!!
Fat Tony: How did Judas kick out of that one?
Davey is busy arguing with the ref as Dathan finds his way back to his feet, using the ropes to lean on. Dynamo turns around and Dathan kicks him right in the gut and doubles him over. Dathan quickly hooks the head of Davey and nails him with a sickening brain buster! Dathan points to the top rope as the fans once again pop and Judas makes his way up to the top. KRISIS KORE!!!!!!!!
Vince Walters: PICTURE PERFECT SHOOTING STAR KNEE DROP FROM THE FORMER WORLD CHAMP!
1.......
2......
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DING DING DING!
Tom Davis: And your winner, JUDAS DATHAN!!!! |
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 17:03:40 GMT -5
Adorned in his standard wrestling gear and with the Youngblood Championship strapped around his waist, Matt Slater walks through the corridors with a clear purpose, looking determined to get the job done in his upcoming match. But as he rounds one corner, he notices a familiar face. Slater groans slightly as Johnny Stylez approaches him, a lit blunt in hand, but he looks somewhat disgruntled by a few things that have already occurred tonight. Yet despite his mood, he tries to keep a cool face on towards Slater, smirking slightly as he rubs the bruise on his forehead and laughs.
Johnny Stylez: Hey, it’s Mr Sole Survivor! Looks like World War X worked out for you, huh, even on a...
!!!F.L.U.K.E!!!!
Because I know Team cRu would have wiped the floor with everyone had it not been for AL ENVY messing things up!
Matt Slater: That is until you extinguished the disappointment of your losses and came out with your heads held high after Ryan Pugh was sold New Edge Wrestling by Roger Wright, your latest member. I have to admit that was pretty smart.
Johnny Stylez: Come on, what else were you expecting from the greatest group of guys in the entire business?!
Matt Slater: A mundane ambush attack perhaps? Or maybe a long-winded promo full of vulgarity and humiliation techniques, following the same repetitive pattern you guys have done since the beginning?
Johnny Stylez: What ain’t broken, Slater ... what ain’t broken. Much like your title reign in fact.
Johnny lowers his eyes to focus on the Youngblood Championship, tapping it with his knuckles to make sure it’s the genuine accolade.
Johnny Stylez: You’re doin’ that thing proud.
Matt Slater: So you’re not going to forcefully relinquish it from my grasp like you did...
Johnny Stylez: Tonz of Fun wanted to keep that belt for a specific reason, so I have no right to take it from you. It’s yours. But soon, that’ll be in the cRu’s hands. And when I make a statement, people will know it's bound to come true. Because let's face it, I'm starting to become the guy who says...
!!!I TOLD YOU SO!!!
JUST LIKE AT WORLD WAR PHUCKING X!
I said New Edge Wrestling would fall, and it PHUCKING HAPPENED! So it appears I'm creating a track record of getting things right. You might as well start calling me...
!!!NOSTRA-PHUCKING-DAMUS!!!
COZ I KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE DOES!
So keep that thing shined up, Slater, because the future for you is going to be an interesting, interesting ride.
Matt Slater: So you have someone lined up already to challenge me for it from your little stable?
Johnny Stylez: Oh no ... let’s just say we have bigger phucking plans, my friend! And for a guy who stood at the end of World War X, even before he had the rug pulled out from underneath him and driven down to the canvas by a WRIGHT STUFF, it’s going to be a lot of fun.
Johnny takes a step towards Slater before patting him on the face in a “congratulatory” manner, Slater scowling slightly after this as Johnny simply smirks.
Johnny Stylez: We’ll be seeing each other again soon ... real soon...
With that said, Johnny chuckles and continues to smoke his blunt as he continues to walk down the corridor, Slater shrugging things off and then walking on as he goes back to focusing on his match.
Fat Tony: The Six-Man Tag Team Match is coming up next! Don’t go anywhere, folks!
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 17:04:30 GMT -5
The lights come back up and stood in the ring are Matt Slater and Ken Israel. Both have very solemn looks on there faces as they don’t know what the future is for them.Fat Tony: Damn, the usually jovial Ken looks like someone stole his car.
Vince Walters: Coincidence? I don’t think so.
Fat Tony: What?
Vince Walters: Never mind. You wouldn’t understand it.
Tom Davis: And the third person on this team, its ADRIEN SPECTER!
Adrien walks out from the back as the crowd welcomes him warmly. He makes his way down to the ring, before climbing into the ring and raising his arm to the crowd in acknowledgement. Slowly, he climbs up on the turnbuckle, he smiled at both Slater and Ken, and though neither man returned his smile, both Slater and Ken favoured him with a nod. Satisfied, Specter ran the ropes a few times while they waited for their opponents. As the arena lights dimmed, the Pugh-Tron lit up once more.
Tom Davis: And representing PCW it is, TOMMY KAIN!
Some multi-coloured fireworks go off and some spark showers fall as Tommy Kain appears on the entrance ramp. He makes his way to the ring and stops occasionally to do a little sexy dance or two. When he finally feels like the crowd has had just about enough of his walking and talking he stands waiting outside of the ring, Tommy was all alone watching the members of Team NEW in the ring.
Tom Davis: And his first tag partner, cRu member INKT!
The lights in the arena turn green has Inkt's music plays. There’s a lot of fist pumping as he walks down the ramp way. He looks at Tommy who shrugs his shoulders and turns back to the ring.
Tom Davis: And the third member on their team, L.A KIEF!
As Inkt and Tommy waited on the outside for their partner, the three men in the ring turned their attention to the top of the entrance ramp, expecting Kief…
…and actually, it was only Slater and Ken who turned their attention that way, as Specter was in the process of signing autographs at ringside and having his photograph taken.
…but when the arena darkened and “Welcome to the strange.” began to play, Kief didn’t appear at the top of the ramp. It wasn’t until an eruption of pyro went off above the ring that he could be seen, having apparently come from the crowd and outflanking the men in the ring. As the lights came back on, Kief caught Ken with an early spear, although Ken had managed to see Kief coming on the Pugh-Tron and throw himself backwards as he turned, lessening the impact of the move considerably. As Ken fell, his hand flew backwards, catching Specter hard enough on the back that the former World Champion’s attention was returned to the match at hand. Turning, he ran up the ropes Tony Jaa-style, bouncing off the turnbuckle and hitting Tommy with a beautiful tumbleweed press that took the tag champ by surprise. With 2/3rds of the match’s participants either incapacitated or indisposed, it came down to Inkt and Slater to start the match, and putting his chewing gum down on the apron, Inkt slid in and stared across the ring at the man known as Matt Slater.
Fat Tony: Let’s get this going.
Slater wasted no time in charging at Inkt, but Inkt was prepared, ducking his head to avoid Slater’s clothesline and cinching in Slater for a northern lights suplex. However, as Inkt snapped Slater over backwards, Slater’s feet bounced off of the ropes, a move that Inkt was prepared for, as he used the extra momentum to pivot and drive Slater into the mat, a modified version of a ddt. Inkt got back to his feet, ready for Slater’s retaliation, but he was caught by a springboard dropkick from behind courtesy of Specter.
Vince Walter: Yay, go Team NEW.
And although the official tried to establish some kind of order in the match, he found his authority disrupted as Kief whipped Ken across the ring and directly between Specter and the official. Ken rebounded and charged ahead, catching Kief with a lariat that sent both men tumbling over the top rope. Seeing his chance, the official charged over to Tommy and pointed for him to get to his corner, a request that he grudgingly obliged. Rushing back to where Inkt was lying on the mat, the official stepped between Inkt and the tandem of Slater and Specter who were both stalking the downed Inkt. After admonishing them and forcing them to choose which one would return to the apron, the official moved back to let them decide, a move that proved majorly detrimental to the team. While Slater and Specter were arguing, Inkt caught both of them with low blows, slammed their heads together, and tossed Specter out of the ring, having already enjoyed a small measure of success against Slater tonight. Grabbing the still-stunned Slater by the head, Inkt sent Slater crashing into a neutral corner, following in immediately with a knee lift that clearly left Slater dazed. Backing up, Inkt swung his arm in a circle in the air before pulling Slater into a short-arm DDT, shades of Jake Roberts…
…or so Inkt thought. In reality, Slater had the move scouted, reversed the short-arm on the slightly smaller Inkt, and instead caught him with an out-of-nowhere swinging neckbreaker. Making the cover…………1.…………2.………Inkt managed to kick out, because just about everyone had seen Inkt’ resiliency at one point or another by this point. Yanking Inkt up by his t-shirt, Slater narrowly avoided a low blow attempt, but he wasn’t quick enough to avoid Inkt’s follow-up thumb to the eye. Inkt stepped back and dove forward, hitting Slater with a clothesline, the running clothesline that was a staple of his repertoire. Surprised that it somehow didn’t take Slater off of his feet, Inkt followed it up with a boot to the stomach which immediately led to a standing head scissors. Inkt raised an arm into the air and then wrapped both arms around Slater’s waist, looking for a pile driver.
Vince Walters: What’s he going for? Is this PCW’s chance?
But Slater just wasn’t having it. Standing up, he wrapped his arms around Inkt’s knees and began to spin in a tight circle, using centripetal force to pull Inkt’s arms from around his waist. Coming to a sudden stop, Slater jerked down hard on Inkt’s legs, throwing his body forward at the same time in a modified slam. No sooner had Inkt hit the mat than Slater rolling forward, still hanging onto Inkt’s legs, trapping Inkt in a jackknife pinning combination.................1.................2..........2.5........kick out. So short of the three count, leaving Slater exasperated.
Fat Tony: Too close.
Whipping Inkt into his corner, Slater followed in a running lariat that would’ve sent Inkt to the outside had Ken not caught him and kept him in the ring. Seeing that Ken had his hands full, Slater tagged in Specter, who hopped into the ring ready for action. He caught Inkt with several hard kicks and then pulled Inkt to his feet. Specter reared back for a huge chop, but he swung past Inkt towards Slater to tag him back in.…
…but Slater ducked it and it came down catching Ken on the shoulder with a surprise tag. Smiling, Slater pointed to his head as Specter stepped back to the apron, drawing a glare from both of his team mates. Shrugging his shoulders, Specter pointed towards Inkt, suggesting that Ken turn his attention to the cRu member in the ring, which proved to be valuable advice as Inkt rolled Ken up from behind……………..1.………………..2.………..Kickout.. Ken couldn’t help but smile at the man he was now facing.
Fat Tony: These guys don’t really like each other. But what about that tag?
Circling, the two locked up for a moment, but when Inkt went for a knee to the stomach, Ken caught it, pulling Inkt into a cradle and taking him over into a fisherman suplex. Ken bridged for the cover, but he was far from perfect, as Inkt again managed to kick out of a pinning predicament. Rolling to the ropes, Inkt pulled himself back to his feet and made his way haltingly to his corner. He looked at his partners, shook his head, and turned to look at Ken, who was watching the proceedings with interest. Ken merely shook his head, as if to say “I don’t care”, which prompted Inkt to shrug his shoulders and belt Kief with a right hand to the jaw.
Fat Tony: Is that his tag?
The official, taken by surprise, recovered in time to prevent Kief from coming after Inkt, stepping between the two as Kief stepped into the ring. Kief pushed on the official, trying to get at Inkt, who merely ducked out to the apron. Meanwhile, Ken grabbed Kief by the shoulder, spinning him around and catching a haymaker right for his troubles. Kief followed the move up with a front face lock, and when he yanked Ken’s free arm across his body, it became apparent that Kief wasn’t wasting any time. Hoisting Ken up and twisting him in a half-circle before dropping him between his legs, Kief went for the cover, sure that he’d gotten the job done……………1.…………………2.…………..kickout. Ken slowly crawled back towards his corner.
Vince Walters: Come on Ken!
Kief stood up and turned towards his tag partners. He held his hand out and Tommy took the tag. He jumped into the ring, just in time to see Ken tag in Slater.
Fat Tony: Oh this is going to be interesting now.
Vince Walters: If you say so.
Slater rushes towards Kain for a clothesline, but Tommy ducks under and catches Slater with a falling neckbreaker. Just when it looks like Kain will make the cover, he decides to bring Slater back to his feet and exhibits a torture rack of sorts, merely to rotate Slater over and onto his stomach with a reverse death valley flapjack. Kain then points to Kief and tags him in, Inkt staying wary of him as he ascends the corner.
Fat Tony: Could this be it already?
Kief flies off with the Fat Man Flying, but Slater smartly moves out of the way, continuing to roll until he reaches up and tags Specter in. Kain returns to try and stop them getting a pin, but Specter dropkicks him down to the canvas, Inkt rushing in afterwards and driving Kenath down with a spinebuster. Specter and Inkt then collide with Slater recuperating on the outside, Specter reversing a whip from Inkt and turning it into a blue thunder bomb!
Vince Walters: This match has broken down into a six-way!
Fat Tony: I had a feeling this would happen.
Kain is back up, but he is quickly dispatched by Specter, being thrown over the top rope after a stiff high knee. Kief has Kenath up and is chopping away at him, reaching into his tights and pulling out Mr Fry-O. But before he can coat Kenath's gullet in fried grease, Specter moves forward and drills Kief with an enziguri, Israel using this opportunity to nail Kief with an Alabama Slam.
Fat Tony: Team NEW are back in control.
Specter moves towards his corner as Inkt tries to get back in with Kenath stopping him with a baseball slide, climbing up to the top rope and looking down at Kief. Strangely, as Specter is balanced on the top, Slater slaps Specter's leg, even as Specter jumps off anyway with the Read The Passage! The referee indicates that Slater's slap constituted as a legal tag, making him the legal man in the contest, which means Specter can't properly pin Kief. Slater moves in just as Kain rushes through the ropes and drills Specter with a spear, only to be caught by a Raining Shadows from Slater! Meanwhile, Inkt slams Kenath's head onto the steel steps on the outside before he powers him up and slams him onto the hard floor with a German Suplex, Slater placing Kief in his Your Merciless Demise in the center of the ring.
Fat Tony: The submission is applied!
Vince Walters: Will Kief tap out?
Inkt see's what's going on and enters the ring, Slater breaks the hold and gets to his feet just in time to take a Dull Needle from Inkt that takes both men out of the ring. Isreal is able to tag Slater as they go through the ropes and he rushes into the ring as Kief is getting up. Isreal rushes Kief in the corner but Kief comes out of the corner quick and nails a Mouth Full of Kief to Isreal!!!!
Vince Walters: ISREAL JUST GOT A MOUTH FULL OF KIEF!!!!!!!
Kief falls down on top of Isreal as the ref goes to count....
1.......
2.......
.........3!!!!!!!!!
Tom Davis: Here are your winners, INKT, TOMMY KAIN AND LA KIEF!!!!!!
Fat Tony: Somehow those three were able to co-exist and get the win here!
Vince Walters: They all showed team-work, all right. But I don't think it's going to last!
Everything turns into a six-pier brawl once again after this decision. Tommy Kain is back up, going after Adrien Specter. The two trade punches and continue to fight as they leave the ring and disappear into the crowd. Matt Slater immediately goes after Kenath Israel after he re-enters the fray, the two of them fighting all over the ring. Inkt glares at these scenes before he grasps Kief by the throat, only for Kief to chop at Inkt's chest and headbutt him. Kief then tries to catch him with another Mouth Full of Kief, but it is to no avail!
Vince Walters: Now this is what I call a fight, and four people who were partners are now beating the shit out of each other!
Inkt has taken down Kief with a clothesline, only to run back at him and deliver a DULL NEEDLE! Just as this move is registered, Kenath Israel has Slater on his shoulders, looking for a K-5, but Slater fights his way out of it, twisting Kenath around and drilling him with the RAINING SHADOWS! Both Israel and Kief are down as Inkt and Slater look at them with hatred, only to slowly look over their shoulders ... and at each other.
Vince Walters: Oh God ... OH GOD! YES!
Fat Tony: Slater just took down Israel with a Raining Shadows, and Inkt nearly broke Kief in half with that Dull Needle! Now these two champions are staring holes into each other!
Vince Walters: WE'RE GOING TO SEE IT AGAIN! WOO!
Slater and Inkt have now turned their full attentions on each other, the crowd anticipating this clash between the Youngblood and Television Champions since their climactic exchange at World War X. Both of them start to advance towards each other with brutal intentions in mind, the crowd getting ready to witness this clash.
Vince Walters: IT’S GOING TO HAPPEN! HERE IT COMES!
Ryan Pugh: HOLD IT, HOLD IT!
Vince Walters: ... Wait, what? AW DAMN...
Before Inkt and Slater can start trading blows, Ryan Pugh walks out from behind the curtain with a microphone, the crowd booing immensely at this man as he scours the crowd in annoyance.
Ryan Pugh: Now I really hate to come out here again in front of these idiotic fans that had the wool pulled over their eyes last week ... AGAIN...
The crowd respond coldly to this, booing as Pugh pauses to let that comment sink in.
Ryan Pugh: ... But I felt that now was the right time to announce a few things. So you two can just stand there and listen to what I have to say instead of causing further damage, because this shit is important.
Inkt and Slater have their attentions focused on Pugh, a single referee coming in to hand them their respective titles. Inkt holds onto his Television Championship as Slater places the Youngblood Championship on his shoulder, Pugh smiling at the sight of them together in that manner from afar.
Ryan Pugh: Next week, most of you are already aware that the Trans-Atlantic Champion, Adrien Specter, and the Southern Champion, Tommy Kain, will face off in a unification match, where the winner will be crowned the Southern Champion.
Fat Tony: I'm really looking forward to that contest. It's sure going to be a great match.
Ryan Pugh: You are also aware that...
Pugh then thinks for a moment until he laughs heartily, putting the microphone back to his lips.
Ryan Pugh: Oh wait, that’s right, there will be no Xtreme Champion versus Insane Rulez Champion Match next week, because Matthew Carter was left BATTERED, TAZED AND NEARLY PARALYSED like a BITCH! He is out of here, and I'm glad that fucker's gone!
Fat Tony: What happened? When did this occur?
Vince Walters: Shush and listen to the man!
Ryan Pugh: That means that you, Redrum, you son of a bitch, don’t get to face Matthew Carter next week. In fact, there will be something different for you. You will instead be teaming up ... with Jake Youngblood...
Vince Walters: Heh?
Ryan Pugh: ... To take on my boys in the cRu, "THE SHOW STEALER" AL FUCKING ENVY AND ROGER FUCKING WRIGHT!
Vince Walters: HOLY SHIT!
Fat Tony: What a blockbuster match!
Vince Walters: I Told you he could be smart!
Ryan Pugh: This brings me to my next order of business. As well as those two championship matches, there will be two more for the Super Show next week, where you will see the Television Champion Inkt, and the Youngblood Champion Matt Slater, defend their respective titles.
Slater and Inkt exchange a look before they glance back at Pugh, waiting for the announcement of their opponents.
Ryan Pugh: Now most of you think their opponents are predictable, based off of history and what just happened in that ring a minute ago, but you're wrong. You're dead fucking wrong. Because, being the creative genius that I am...
Vince Walters: He is too!
Ryan Pugh: ... I’ve decided to change things up a bit. That is why, next week, you will see Inkt defending his Television Championship against ... KENATH ISRAEL!
Vince Walters: WHAT?!
Inkt looks disgruntled at this, yelling towards Pugh that he wanted to beat Kief’s ass again.
Ryan Pugh: Which means that Matt Slater will defend his Youngblood Championship against ... L.A KIEF!
Fat Tony: This just changed everything!
Ryan Pugh: Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about, bitches!
Pugh then lowers his microphone and smiles towards Inkt and Slater, walking towards the backstage area again as Slater and Inkt share one last look.
Fat Tony: So Inkt will face Kenath Israel for the TV Championship, and Matt Slater will face L.A Kief for the Youngblood Championship?! I’m not even sure what to say to that!
Vince Walters: I know what to say. It’s pure genius! Ryan Pugh is the man!
Inkt and Slater continue to stare at each other until they slowly turn to look at their decimated opponents, Inkt focusing on Israel and Slater viewing Kief, both men trying to recover on the canvas. That is when we cut away to another series of commercials.
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