Post by Ryan Pugh on Jan 23, 2012 17:05:28 GMT -5
Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
As the beginning of “Been to Hell” by Hollywood Undead starts up, the lights dim and deep red strobes flash around the arena. The PCW-tron 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 PCW-tron 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 starts 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, but her movement isn’t as it commonly is. In fact, she looks disorientated and intoxicated, her eyes bloodshot as she glances around at the crowd and stumbles towards the ring down the ramp.
Tom Davis: Introducing first, from Sky Valley, Georgia, weighing in at 135lbs, CERA!
Fat Tony: Is Cera ... drunk?
Vince Walters: Maybe she took the loss of New Edge Wrestling harder than everyone else.
Fat Tony: HA! That’s rich. But seriously, why is she so drunk? I’m aware she usually has a few shots of tequila before her match to help her get into fighting mode, but this is...
Vince Walters: It’s not ordinary, and that just makes me happy. She could give us a strip tease at long last!
Cera gets to the ring and presses her hands to the apron, trying to retain her balance before she slides under the bottom and gingerly gets up. She looks around warily again before she rubs her face with her gloved hand, looking solemn about something. She doesn't complete the standard practice of taking her leather jacket off; she simply keeps it on as she wanders around aimlessly, the crowd booing her as she tries to keep her stable composure.
Vince Walters: Come on Cera, this is the perfect opportunity for you to prove that you’re a...
Fat Tony: Shut up, Vince.
Vince Walters: ... First it was Jill Matthews spoiling my fun, and now it’s you? You know, at least Jill Matthews had one redeeming quality.
Fat Tony: Don’t even...
Vince Walters: HER TITS!
“Raise Your Glass” by Pink gets the crowd cheering enthusiastically as soon as it starts playing, Aurora Deadwood strolling out with a somewhat crazed expression as she looks around at the crowd. As she stands on center stage, she raises her bottle of whiskey aloft above her head, the crowd sharing her motion by raising their own drinks up and watching as pyrotechnics blast off from either side of the stage after this gesture. Aurora then walks to the ring with the bottle in hand, looking around at the crowd as they chant her name.
Tom Davis: And finally, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in tonight at 126lbs, AURORA DEADWOOD!
Fat Tony: To say Aurora Deadwood has been ... different ... is an understatement. I believe it was Johnny Stylez who caused her to become more maddening, but I can’t be sure.
Vince Walters: She’s an inspiration to women everywhere. You know why?
Fat Tony: Please, Vince, for the love of...
Vince Walters: Because she knows how to party and show her wild side!
Fat Tony: ... Vince ... has it ever occurred to you that you might be ... how to put this...
Vince Walters: Go on?
Fat Tony: A perverted, sexist pig?
Aurora places her whiskey bottle down outside the ring, but as she looks at the state of Cera, a mischievous smile is formed from her luscious lips. Collecting the bottle again, Aurora gets into the ring and strolls over to her opponent, unscrewing the cap and offering her some straight from the bottle.
Fat Tony: Okay, I don’t think this is wise.
Vince Walters: I’ll drink to where this leads!
Cera, feeling adventurous it seems, smirks as she takes the bottle and starts to drink it all. The crowd start to chant “Chug! Chug! Chug!” to keep her going, Aurora watching this with widened eyes that show her crazed mindset. As soon as Cera finishes the bottle, she grips it tightly and then tries to slam it across Deadwood’s head, but Aurora dodges, Cera stumbling forward and dropping the bottle as the bell rings.
Vince Walters: This is going to be good!
Cera then spins around and tries to attack Aurora with a swift kick, but Deadwood drills her across the face with a strong slap, dazing Cera momentarily. Aurora then brings Cera onto her shoulder and, in an instant, has her planted down with the RUSTY NAIL!
Vince Walters: Or maybe not...
Fat Tony: I don’t think I have EVER seen Cera disposed of this quickly, but she was drunk before this even started!
Aurora covers Cera with one leg hooked for leverage...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Cera then slumps her shoulder up just after the three count, merely missing the point where she could have broken the pin. Aurora then laughs and raises her arms up, the referee pointing to her as the official victor as her music plays.
Tom Davis: Here is your winner, AURORA DEADWOOD!
Fat Tony: Well, for what it’s worth, Aurora Deadwood gains a second victory in a row since her return, and I believe her focus now is on regaining the Television Championship that Inkt possesses.
Vince Walters: Yeah, but come on, it’s Inkt. He’ll leave her flattened after a Dull Needle in a second!
Fat Tony: I don’t think Aurora can be taken down that easily, Vince...
Vince Walters: But. It. Is. Inkt!
Aurora fetches her empty bottle before she exits the ring, walking off as she slaps hands with the fans and continues to scream joyously. Cera, on the other hand, starts to groggily sit back up in the ring, looking down with a sombre expression.
Vince Walters: Hey, Cera, come to Daddy Vince! I’ll cheer you up!
Fat Tony: I really don’t think that’s a good idea. In fact...
Before Fat Tony can continue to speak, Cera starts to stand before she goes to the corner and slumps down, looking forlorn and concentrating on the mat. The crowd are murmuring, wondering what has caused Cera to get into this state, and it isn’t long until Matt Slater comes out from the back to tend to her.
Vince Walters: Oh, here comes her Knight in Shining Armour. Damned Brits...
Fat Tony: Weren’t you a fan of Slater’s, Vince?
Vince Walters: I am! But he’s a cock block...
Slater enters the ring and approaches Cera, kneeling down beside her and talking to her quietly. She seems to shake her head at one comment that Slater says, causing him to place his hands gently on her cheeks and speak to her in a tone of reassurance. The crowd are booing through this though, detesting the sight of Slater and even starting a “Fuck you Slater!” chant.
Fat Tony: These fans are not too happy with this...
Vince Walters: What a bunch of idiots! They’re disrespecting the sole survivor of World War X, and the Youngblood Champion! Slater should be hailed here, not treated like he’s a piece of shit!
After some deliberation, Slater carefully begins to help Cera to her feet, keeping his hand on the small of her back for balance. She leans into him as her eyes flicker, possibly from an incoming migraine, Slater looking around at the crowd with disgust as the chants get louder.
Vince Walters: He should just carry her like a true gentleman, but I think he wants her to stand on her own, showing her strengths.
Fat Tony: You’re just covering her ass because...
Suddenly, the crackling noises from the speakers and the flickering lights return once more, lasting a brief time until everything is plunged into darkness.
Vince Walters: No, not again! I’m not ready! Save me!
With static sounds coming from the PCW-tron, it soon transitions into heartbeats, showing clips from the burning buildings that were featured two weeks ago. After this, it cuts to the rats eating the severed eye, before flashes of the upside-down cross disturb the imagery – and it isn’t exactly good for epileptic people who are sensitive to flashing images. As the flashes end, they go to immediate blackness, three words appearing on the screen.
YOUR DESTRUCTION NEARS
After the cycle repeats over in different forms and increasing in speed, the heartbeats and the footage suddenly stop at once, three words fading onto the screen in blood-red colouring.
HE IS HERE
Then, after this, the words fade away, only to be replaced by three more words.
DEITY OF DESTRUCTION
As the crowd respond heavily to this, knowing full well who that alias is for, the letters dissolve into a mask strapped to an upside-down cross. That is when a sudden dull tone pierces through the speakers, the images going to black once more.
Fat Tony: Could ... could it be...
“Gehenna” by Slipknot starts to resound from the speakers as the blackness remains around the arena, but the fans are so enamoured and excited at this point that they just continue to cheer loudly; not from the love of this individual, but from the fact he is returning to wrestling at long last. A single spotlight then aims towards the stage as wisps of fog drift around, a tall man in long black hair strolling out methodically as he is adorned in a white mafia suit of sorts. His eyes are focused on the ground, but then, as he raises his head, his eyes concentrate on Slater and Cera in the ring, staring back at him with different expressions.
Fat Tony: IT’S SETH ISER! SETH ISER IS HERE!
Vince Walters: HELP ME! DISPOSE OF HIM!
After a while of Iser standing on the stage, the lights gradually lighten in tone, but there is still an eerie atmosphere from his presence alone. Iser then directs his arm forward and points a finger towards Slater and Cera, Slater scowling coldly at Seth as Cera looks at him in silent awe. With that motion done, Iser then bows his head, the lights going black again until they return ... with Iser nowhere to be seen.
Vince Walters: Where ... where did he go?
Fat Tony: I don't know, but from what I can tell, Seth Iser is back, and it seems his first act concerns Matt Slater and Cera!
As Slater and Cera continue to look at the vacant stage, we go to a commercial break.
As the beginning of “Been to Hell” by Hollywood Undead starts up, the lights dim and deep red strobes flash around the arena. The PCW-tron 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 PCW-tron 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 starts 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, but her movement isn’t as it commonly is. In fact, she looks disorientated and intoxicated, her eyes bloodshot as she glances around at the crowd and stumbles towards the ring down the ramp.
Tom Davis: Introducing first, from Sky Valley, Georgia, weighing in at 135lbs, CERA!
Fat Tony: Is Cera ... drunk?
Vince Walters: Maybe she took the loss of New Edge Wrestling harder than everyone else.
Fat Tony: HA! That’s rich. But seriously, why is she so drunk? I’m aware she usually has a few shots of tequila before her match to help her get into fighting mode, but this is...
Vince Walters: It’s not ordinary, and that just makes me happy. She could give us a strip tease at long last!
Cera gets to the ring and presses her hands to the apron, trying to retain her balance before she slides under the bottom and gingerly gets up. She looks around warily again before she rubs her face with her gloved hand, looking solemn about something. She doesn't complete the standard practice of taking her leather jacket off; she simply keeps it on as she wanders around aimlessly, the crowd booing her as she tries to keep her stable composure.
Vince Walters: Come on Cera, this is the perfect opportunity for you to prove that you’re a...
Fat Tony: Shut up, Vince.
Vince Walters: ... First it was Jill Matthews spoiling my fun, and now it’s you? You know, at least Jill Matthews had one redeeming quality.
Fat Tony: Don’t even...
Vince Walters: HER TITS!
“Raise Your Glass” by Pink gets the crowd cheering enthusiastically as soon as it starts playing, Aurora Deadwood strolling out with a somewhat crazed expression as she looks around at the crowd. As she stands on center stage, she raises her bottle of whiskey aloft above her head, the crowd sharing her motion by raising their own drinks up and watching as pyrotechnics blast off from either side of the stage after this gesture. Aurora then walks to the ring with the bottle in hand, looking around at the crowd as they chant her name.
Tom Davis: And finally, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in tonight at 126lbs, AURORA DEADWOOD!
Fat Tony: To say Aurora Deadwood has been ... different ... is an understatement. I believe it was Johnny Stylez who caused her to become more maddening, but I can’t be sure.
Vince Walters: She’s an inspiration to women everywhere. You know why?
Fat Tony: Please, Vince, for the love of...
Vince Walters: Because she knows how to party and show her wild side!
Fat Tony: ... Vince ... has it ever occurred to you that you might be ... how to put this...
Vince Walters: Go on?
Fat Tony: A perverted, sexist pig?
Aurora places her whiskey bottle down outside the ring, but as she looks at the state of Cera, a mischievous smile is formed from her luscious lips. Collecting the bottle again, Aurora gets into the ring and strolls over to her opponent, unscrewing the cap and offering her some straight from the bottle.
Fat Tony: Okay, I don’t think this is wise.
Vince Walters: I’ll drink to where this leads!
Cera, feeling adventurous it seems, smirks as she takes the bottle and starts to drink it all. The crowd start to chant “Chug! Chug! Chug!” to keep her going, Aurora watching this with widened eyes that show her crazed mindset. As soon as Cera finishes the bottle, she grips it tightly and then tries to slam it across Deadwood’s head, but Aurora dodges, Cera stumbling forward and dropping the bottle as the bell rings.
Vince Walters: This is going to be good!
Cera then spins around and tries to attack Aurora with a swift kick, but Deadwood drills her across the face with a strong slap, dazing Cera momentarily. Aurora then brings Cera onto her shoulder and, in an instant, has her planted down with the RUSTY NAIL!
Vince Walters: Or maybe not...
Fat Tony: I don’t think I have EVER seen Cera disposed of this quickly, but she was drunk before this even started!
Aurora covers Cera with one leg hooked for leverage...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Cera then slumps her shoulder up just after the three count, merely missing the point where she could have broken the pin. Aurora then laughs and raises her arms up, the referee pointing to her as the official victor as her music plays.
Tom Davis: Here is your winner, AURORA DEADWOOD!
Fat Tony: Well, for what it’s worth, Aurora Deadwood gains a second victory in a row since her return, and I believe her focus now is on regaining the Television Championship that Inkt possesses.
Vince Walters: Yeah, but come on, it’s Inkt. He’ll leave her flattened after a Dull Needle in a second!
Fat Tony: I don’t think Aurora can be taken down that easily, Vince...
Vince Walters: But. It. Is. Inkt!
Aurora fetches her empty bottle before she exits the ring, walking off as she slaps hands with the fans and continues to scream joyously. Cera, on the other hand, starts to groggily sit back up in the ring, looking down with a sombre expression.
Vince Walters: Hey, Cera, come to Daddy Vince! I’ll cheer you up!
Fat Tony: I really don’t think that’s a good idea. In fact...
Before Fat Tony can continue to speak, Cera starts to stand before she goes to the corner and slumps down, looking forlorn and concentrating on the mat. The crowd are murmuring, wondering what has caused Cera to get into this state, and it isn’t long until Matt Slater comes out from the back to tend to her.
Vince Walters: Oh, here comes her Knight in Shining Armour. Damned Brits...
Fat Tony: Weren’t you a fan of Slater’s, Vince?
Vince Walters: I am! But he’s a cock block...
Slater enters the ring and approaches Cera, kneeling down beside her and talking to her quietly. She seems to shake her head at one comment that Slater says, causing him to place his hands gently on her cheeks and speak to her in a tone of reassurance. The crowd are booing through this though, detesting the sight of Slater and even starting a “Fuck you Slater!” chant.
Fat Tony: These fans are not too happy with this...
Vince Walters: What a bunch of idiots! They’re disrespecting the sole survivor of World War X, and the Youngblood Champion! Slater should be hailed here, not treated like he’s a piece of shit!
After some deliberation, Slater carefully begins to help Cera to her feet, keeping his hand on the small of her back for balance. She leans into him as her eyes flicker, possibly from an incoming migraine, Slater looking around at the crowd with disgust as the chants get louder.
Vince Walters: He should just carry her like a true gentleman, but I think he wants her to stand on her own, showing her strengths.
Fat Tony: You’re just covering her ass because...
Suddenly, the crackling noises from the speakers and the flickering lights return once more, lasting a brief time until everything is plunged into darkness.
Vince Walters: No, not again! I’m not ready! Save me!
With static sounds coming from the PCW-tron, it soon transitions into heartbeats, showing clips from the burning buildings that were featured two weeks ago. After this, it cuts to the rats eating the severed eye, before flashes of the upside-down cross disturb the imagery – and it isn’t exactly good for epileptic people who are sensitive to flashing images. As the flashes end, they go to immediate blackness, three words appearing on the screen.
YOUR DESTRUCTION NEARS
After the cycle repeats over in different forms and increasing in speed, the heartbeats and the footage suddenly stop at once, three words fading onto the screen in blood-red colouring.
HE IS HERE
Then, after this, the words fade away, only to be replaced by three more words.
DEITY OF DESTRUCTION
As the crowd respond heavily to this, knowing full well who that alias is for, the letters dissolve into a mask strapped to an upside-down cross. That is when a sudden dull tone pierces through the speakers, the images going to black once more.
Fat Tony: Could ... could it be...
“Gehenna” by Slipknot starts to resound from the speakers as the blackness remains around the arena, but the fans are so enamoured and excited at this point that they just continue to cheer loudly; not from the love of this individual, but from the fact he is returning to wrestling at long last. A single spotlight then aims towards the stage as wisps of fog drift around, a tall man in long black hair strolling out methodically as he is adorned in a white mafia suit of sorts. His eyes are focused on the ground, but then, as he raises his head, his eyes concentrate on Slater and Cera in the ring, staring back at him with different expressions.
Fat Tony: IT’S SETH ISER! SETH ISER IS HERE!
Vince Walters: HELP ME! DISPOSE OF HIM!
After a while of Iser standing on the stage, the lights gradually lighten in tone, but there is still an eerie atmosphere from his presence alone. Iser then directs his arm forward and points a finger towards Slater and Cera, Slater scowling coldly at Seth as Cera looks at him in silent awe. With that motion done, Iser then bows his head, the lights going black again until they return ... with Iser nowhere to be seen.
Vince Walters: Where ... where did he go?
Fat Tony: I don't know, but from what I can tell, Seth Iser is back, and it seems his first act concerns Matt Slater and Cera!
As Slater and Cera continue to look at the vacant stage, we go to a commercial break.