Post by Alexander Koresh on Mar 12, 2013 14:45:37 GMT -5
IGNITE 25 from Chicago Illinois at the NEW arena one more time before the road trip begins ladies and gents. On this Ignite what will be the fall out from Nocturnal/Kief and the Styles Mafia pretty much laying them to waste? Also will Scarlet respond to Aurora's vicious attack and what is going on with Scarlet and Envy? Will Jesse snap? Will things heat up more between the likes of Iser/Roger, Colt/Noc ect.... So much to find out as always so tune in! IGNITE 25 INFODateFebruary 18, 2013 at 1 amVenueN.E.W ArenaDeadlineFebruary 16, 2013 at 9 pmRating50Attendance103,050Gate$3,091,500Travel Cost$0Event Cost$25,000SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The Pyro’s go off as NEW Ignite goes live. In the back ground the music blasts and the fans cheer before the NEWtron turns to an image of a man wearing an NEW staff shirt walking through the back hallway carrying a black duffel bag. Stopping outside of a locker room the man turns to the camera and smiles, the fans cheering as they see it is Colt.
Security Guard: Can I help you sir?
Unclipping his Identification, Colt hands it to the man.
Colt: Names Franklin, NEW event staff. This is the personal stuff of NEW Champion Alexander Koresh. We have received death threats involving the individual. What I need from you is to put this in his locker room for me.
Security Guard: The champion’s stuff?
Setting the bag down, Colt takes his Identification back and unzips the bag. Pulling out the World Title he shows it to the man.
Colt: His NEW World title, as you can see the name plate says Alexander Koresh. Shirts with his name on them, his ring attire, everything that belongs to him.
Security Guard: So why doesn’t he bring this himself?
Colt: Are you kidding me? He’s the World Champion, why would he carry his own gear? Look, pull your head out of your ass and do the job you have been paid for. No one gets into this locker room without Identification. Do you understand?
Security Guard: Yeah, no one other than Alexander Koresh gets in.
Colt: Good, now if you come across a man named Nocturnal, make sure you call the local authorities; he is wanted for threats made against Alexander.
Slapping the man on the shoulder, Colt walks off as the man opens the door and carries the bag into the locker room.
Vince Walters: What the heck? How did?
Jill Matthews: I don’t know, but I think something is a bit astray here with Nocturnal, and Colt seems to be at the root of the whole thing. A GIFT FOR ALEXANDERTypeOne man segmentLength6 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating61%Crowd Reaction72%Overall Rating66%VSJill Matthews: Hello and welcome to another episode of Ignite. What the hell is going to happen next?
Vince Walters: You’re going to give me a lap dance?
Jill Matthews: You always lower the tone. You’re such a sleaze.
Vince Walters: I am NOT the bad guy in all of this! You’re the one who has that ridiculous cleavage. Talking of cleavage, Emily Koresh is wrestling tonight… I can’t wait.
Jill Matthews: Be careful Vince, you don’t want to be getting on the wrong side of Nocturnal…
Vince Walters: Shall we quickly change the subject! Oh yeah… look at that. We have two competitors in the ring.
Jill Matthews: That was convenient. Veteran wrestler Makeveli has been all over the shop and he’s continuing his stint in NEW, hopefully he’ll have better luck this week. Well he’s facing Johnny Corino who is making his debut so Makevil must have this one in the bag.
Vince Walters: Two newbies.
Jill Matthews: I’d hardly call Makeveli a newbie.
Vince Walters: He is until he’s proved himself…so far he’s sucked.
Jill Matthews: Well here’s his chance, as referee Joshua Clarkson looks ready to get things underway.
Vince Walters: And a rookie referee to go with them… this is going to be amateurish.
Joshua Clarkson checks out both men for any foreign objects as both men face each other and stare each other down. Clarkson appears satisfied as he signals for the bell to ring. Vaughan immediately tries to lock Makeveli into an arm wringer but Makeveli uses his experience and spins out of it. Makeveli immediately follows up with a Russian Leg Sweep.
Jill Matthews: Makeveli is using his vast experience there and proving to everyone, he’s not a newbie.
Vince Walters: Beginners luck. Corino is obviously luring Makeveli into a false sense of security.
Makeveli picks Johnny Corino up and goes for a premature powerbomb but Corino lifts him over his shoulders and sends Makeveli to the floor. Makeveli looks surprised as Corino lands a European Uppercut right into his jaw. Corino lifts a dazed Makeveli up and sends him down with the Thug Bomb.
Jill Matthews: Oh my god, Corino has just used Makeveli’s finisher against him.
Vince Walters: What did I say? Makeveli sucks. He knows he sucks so he goes around wearing sunglasses to mask the fear in his eyes.
Corino isn’t finished yet as he climbs the turnbuckle and lands an elbow drop. On an unconscious Makeveli. The referee pleads for Corino to end the onslaught but Corino asks the fans if they want more. The fans half-heartedly shout yes. Corino lifts Makeveli back to his feet and looks set to repeat the Thug Bomb until he hits Makeveli with the Canadian Destroyer. The fans are cheer as Cornino places his foot on Makeveli’s chest. Joshua Clarkson counts…
One…
Two…
Three…
Tom Davis: And the winner of the match via pinfall… Johnny Corino!
The fans applaud as Makeveli is stretchered out of the ring. The doctor thinks he’s found a pulse but realises it’s the sound of Johnny Corino stamping his foot as he celebrates.
Jill Matthews: Where does Makeveli go from here?
Vince Walters: To an old people’s home… for noobs.
Jill Matthews: I hope the next match is a bit more competitive.
Vince Walters: Oh it will be. Nothing can be any less competitive than this was.
Jill Matthews: One match that is guaranteed to be a hundred times more competitive is Valora versus Triple X. MAK VS CORINOType1 vs 1Length4 min.WinnerShow Johnny CorinoLoserShow OutcomeShow PinfallRating26%Crowd Reaction34%Overall Rating30%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The scene opens up to the backstage area, where a few stagehands scurry past the camera's view. Another member of the New Edge Wrestling crew stumbles by with a group of drinks in hand for some of the wrestlers. But we see the young man get grabbed from behind. He stumbles back, nearly dropping the beverages. But he manages to catch his balance and looks around in confusion. The camera pans to the left where we see a rather familiar face. Dressed in vibrant, rainbow-colored clothing with her dark hair pulled back, her big, chestnut eyes sparkle with mischief as the man looks at her in confusion. And as soon as she opens her mouth, we know for sure that it is indeed the woman veterans of NEW know all too well...
Jen Ryette: Oh hai!
Guy: Er, hello?
Jen Ryette: What kinda drinks ya got der?
Guy: Er, water... a coffee... a hot cocoa... a strawberry shake... wait why d-
Suddenly the guy gets a face full of butter as the Asian woman slams the slippery substance into his face. She then immediately snatches the drinks as soon as he begins stumbling, careful as they only spill slightly. She grins cheerily at him, twirling in place as she dances over his body, feet digging into the poor guy. Jen then saunters down the hall, camera following her. She and the cameraman turn the corner and the camera catches sight of a rather pretty blonde, a pot in her lap as she seems to be eating ramen with chopsticks.
Jen Ryette: SKY-CHI!
Sky Sangue twitches, her body jerking in the slightest of ways when Jen screams. The woman then slowly turns her head, in an almost robotic way, before responding in a slow, husky voice.
Sky Sangue: Must you shout?
Jen Ryette: What can I say, I like da sound of my own voice! My vocal cords are sexy!
Sky Sangue: Anything involving the internal functions of your body is grotesque.
Jen Ryette: Oh honey bunz, ya haven't spent enough time wif me to realize the true meanin' of grotesque.
Jen shoots Sky a wink, the camera panning to the other end of the hall for but a second to catch sight of none other than Jesse Styles, NEW owner. The view then returns to Jen and Sky, as Sangue is questioning her...
Sky Sangue: Did you get me butter for my toast...?
Jen Ryette: Uhhhmmz.... nope. Couldn't find any.
Sky Sangue: I found a piece of toast... and beef flavored ramen, but you couldn't find butter? What kind of fed is this where none of the wrestlers have butter? And toast without butter is simply illogical... it does not taste right...
Jen Ryette: You don't like it going in dry, huh? Your mouth, of course hehe.
Sky Sangue: I'm not sure I understand... what is so amusing?
Jen Ryette: Oh nuthin. So... could I have a taste? I like beef a lot, and just LOVE noodles in my mouth. Though I'm a fan of fish too. And tacos are delicious, ya dig?
Sky Sangue: Ah... is that another perverse double entendre?
Jen Ryette: Whatever do ya mean? Me? Perverse?
Sky Sangue: Mm. Whatever.
Jen eyeballs the older woman innocently, before obnoxiously slurping the drink she stole as loudly as possible, making Sky's twithing worsen. Finally Ryette speaks again.
Jen Ryette: Aw... why's the Sky blue?
Sky Sangue: I... no. You're beginning to annoy me.
Jen Ryette: Beginning?! Oh poo, I ain't tryin' hard enough then. I- OH MAI NOVA IT'S JESSE-KINS!
Styles is just beginning to walk by at this point and slowly stops his stride, turning a cold gaze to Jen. A look of realization crosses his face as Ryette begins bouncing up and down.
Jen Ryette: HAI! I'm soooo glad ta be back an' seein' ya! Skin-head, scowl, grouchiness! It's like old times! Even yer looks! Awww lookatit! Your face! It's still funny lookin!! Yer like one of dem carnies! Can I take a pict-
BAM! Jen is suddenly sent to the floor with a hype kick from Styles! She lands on the ground in front of Sky, who calmly slurps her ramen and watches nonchalantly. Ryette blinks, a slow grin crawling upon her face as her back arches and a moan escapes her lips, causing Sky to choke on her ramen. Jen then slowly moves to her feet and shoots Jesse a wicked smirk, eyes flickering wickedly.
Jen Ryette: Nnn... can I have some more, sir?
Jesse seems to practically snarl as he pops Jen with another hype kick, this one harder than the last. Ryette (on the ground again) moans even louder this time, hand crawling downward... only for Sangue to stand and stomp on her. Squeaking, Jen rolls away and slowly moves to her feet, holding the wall for support as she smiles hysterically at Styles.
Jen Ryette: Lordy Jesse-kins, buy me dinner before we romp about. Though I must say, you're awful good at foreplay, baldy-boo.
Jesse Styles: ...... I don't have time for this.
As Styles calmly turns around, about to walk away from the women when Jen calls out to him. Jesse glances back icily as the small woman then jabs a finger toward a bored looking Sky.
Jen Ryette: Your newest talent, Jesse-kins. The next big thang... 'the Unsound' Sky Sangue. She may just seem like another crazy chica, but she's actually a secret government weapon built ta destroy a-
Sky Sangue: Madness is a state of mind.
Jen: Boo, interruptin' m-
Sky Sangue: Mine will certainly bring intrigue to your establishment. A craving to enact retribution... to bring about a storm. It would seem, at this point, your ah... 'federation' is bolted to the earth, nestled safely there. I shall be the hurricane that tears it from the ground. Put your money on it.
Jesse Styles: ....you'll be booked next week.
He pauses, shooting Jen another cold look before patting Sky on the shoulder.
Jesse Styles: Welcome to NEW.
He then walks away, the camera following his movement. We see Jen's pet lizard Nova crawling toward Ryette, and Styles casually kicks the reptile, sending it flying across the hall. Jen screams in terror and chases after the poor thing, Styles disappearing around a corner as Sky slowly pulls out a dictionary and flips through it. Her strangely light eyes flicker down the page and stop at the word she is looking up.
Sky Sangue: Retribution... noun... punishment that is considered to be fully deserved. My terminology was a correct. And what a storm this will be...
With that, she closes the dictionary, the ghost of a smirk residing on her lips as the scene fades... WHY IS THE SKY BLUETypeOne man segmentLength5 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating12%Crowd Reaction13%Overall Rating12%VSVS Iceman and B-Rad are already at ringside eying each other up.
Tom Davis: And the last person to be in this match is Lost in time.
The beginning of 10 Years "Actions and Motives" begins to bellow forth. The stage lights flicker to a fluorescent blue and white, the arena lights flashing off completely, and a white mist begins to run down the stage, march down the entrance ramp and invade the ring.
Up on the big screen plays Lost's highlights from NEW and other wrestling federations he has been in; Him winning the NEW Tag Team Championship and celebrating with Adam Bomb; Another clip of him winning the same title with Ozario Liscio; Him and some of his matches in Hell's Xtreme Wrestling against Shale Stevens. And it ends with a clip of him winning the HXW Heavyweight Championship.
The arena turns to black.
Lost is looming, knelt upon the entrance ramp. Head down, muscles clenched and mind ready. Head quickly snapping into place, Lost wastes no time advancing to his battleground. With every step he gets closer to the ring. Calm and collected, a sense of seriousness radiates off his mountainous figure as he slowly climbs into the ring.
The bell rings as the other two entered the ring. Iceman shouted at both men, but this only seemed to anger them, and in their attempts to get at him, both managed to land a shot to either side of Iceman’s face.
Jill Matthews: Here we go these three new comers to NEW are here to showcase their skills.
And that was enough for Iceman who began trading punches with both men; Lost lunged at B-Rad, only to be caught by an Irish whip from Iceman that sent him to the far ropes. On the return, he was forced to leap over Iceman, who had bent over for a back body drop. As he leap frogged he was left in perfect position for a dropkick from B-Rad. Wasting no time, B-Rad placed a knee on either of Lost’s shoulders and began pummelling him with rights and lefts to the face.
Jill Matthews: This is what Ignites all about; Fair competition man.
Vince Walters: Yeah, I agree.
Iceman turned quickly and pulled B-Rad off of Lost, and the two men exchanged words. Lost got to his feet and shoved B-Rad hard in the back, which sent him careening into Iceman. The two men had been close enough when the push occurred that their heads connected with one another, and Lost looked for the quick roll-up, hooking B-Rad with an inside cradle that got him a two-count to a loud chorus of cheers from the crowd.
Vince Walters: That was close for Lost in Time.
While both Iceman and Lost were noted for their technical skill in the ring, this was more than that........more like a brawl. However, when Lost started to gain the advantage, Iceman wasted no time in catching one of his punches and sending him towards the ropes with an Irish whip. Unfortunately for Lost, his collision with the ropes wasn’t meant to be, and he was met with a clothesline from B-Rad. Iceman grabbed B-Rad by the neck and tossed him to the outside of the ring.
Jill Matthews: Looks like Iceman wants to go one on one with Lost?
Turning his attention back to Lost, Iceman pulled him up from the mat and hoisted him into the air for a vertical suplex, only to have Lost flip free and land behind him. Wasting no time, Lost quickly dropped Iceman to the mat with a falling reverse neck breaker, rolling on top of Iceman almost immediately for the cover. The fans were divided in support, but the roar was deafening when Iceman got a shoulder up just after the second count.
Outside the ring B-Rad reached under the ring and pull out a table. Sliding into the ring, B-Rad got quickly to his feet and charged at his opponents, but with the table effectively blocking his view, he was unaware that Lost had seen him out of the corner of his eye and was prepared for the charge. Sidestepping B-Rad, he executed a drop toehold that sent B-Rad crashing forward into Iceman and sandwiched the table between the two superstars.
Vince Walters: This is going to get brutal!!!
Quickly getting back to his feet, Lost backed away a few steps in order to get a running start, which allowed him to dive onto the top of the pile, eliciting a huge cheer from around the ring and groans from the men beneath him. Satisfied that he’d have a moment’s peace, Lost pulled B-Rad off of the top of the pile and then proceeded to set the table up near the ropes. No sooner had he ensured that the legs were indeed locked into place, Lost found himself pulled quickly around and into an Irish whip by B-Rad; however, Lost used his size advantage to reverse the whip and send B-Rad hurtling towards the opposite ropes, though he had to leap over Iceman to get to them. On the return, B-Rad dropped an elbow onto the still-prone Iceman, but this in turn left him easy prey for Lost, who lifted him up and executed a suplex. B-Rad’s impact with the table was doubly sickening because it failed to break, leaving him clutching his back as Lost turned his attention back to Iceman.
Jill Matthews: Holy Shit!!!
Vince Walters: This is what NEW is all about!!!
Lost being quite an honourable man waited until Iceman was standing. Lost finally decided he stalled long enough, and the two circled each other. In a lockup, Lost immediately got thrown into the corner, as he stared back at Iceman, who flexed for a moment to the crowd's approval. Lost shakes his head at Iceman, and Iceman gets goaded into charging Lost, who happily gives Iceman a drop toe hold face first into the top turnbuckle.
Vince Walters: That looked painful?
Jill Matthews: OWW!!! Yeah!
Iceman stumbled backwards, making sure his nose was still there. Lost jumped onto the top rope and dove for a cross body splash….only to be caught by Iceman and turned into a fall-a-way slam. Iceman slaps his hands together for a job well done, but is slow to get up, as Lost gets up first and chops at Iceman's knee; And again; And one more time. With the big man holding his knee, Lost runs to the far turnbuckle, bounces off the rope, and returns to Iceman by jumping up onto his shoulders from Iceman's front side, and amazingly flipping Iceman over in an impressive Hurricanrana. Lost goes for a cover......1............2...........Powerful kick out as Lost flies and lands on his feet behind the referee.
Jill Matthews: Lost going airborne?
Slightly surprised, Lost runs at Iceman and drop kicks him in the back of the head. Iceman falls face first, shaking his head to rid the cobwebs. Lost takes this moment to try and get the crowd behind him, to which he gets a healthy chorus of cheers. Lost goes back to Iceman, who is halfway up. Lost helps him up and begins to Irish whip him into the ropes, but gets reversed by Iceman…Boot to the Head!!!!!!
Vince Walters: He got the extra point!
Iceman picks Lost up by the throat, and raises him high over his head in a blatant choke. The referee comes so close to disqualifying the frustrated Iceman before he drops Lost down like a sack of spuds. He goes for the cover.........1..........2.......Kick out.
Vince Walters: He’s getting frustrated.
Iceman glares at the referee while picking up Lost by the head. Once he had him up, Iceman locks his arms around him and executes a flawless belly to belly suplex. As he gets up, Iceman looks at Lost, then at the turnbuckle. He grins as he heads for it. The arena stands to its feet as a buzz grows loudly. He began to climb the ropes. As Iceman stood there, he gestured to the crowd with thumbs down motion, as he leaped from the turnbuckle. Unfortunately, no one was home. Lost moved, and Iceman landed hard, knocking the wind out of him, as a huge groan came from the crowd.
Vince Walters: A flying Iceman? More like a crash landing blimp!!!
Lost gingerly gets up, reaching at his back a bit in mild pain. Iceman turns on his back, holding his abdominal area in pain from the impact of his flight. Lost decides he needs to end this quick. But they had forgotten about B-Rad. Lost is met with a shot to the back of the head from a piece of the table knocking him down and out of the ring.
Vince Walters: Hey the little guys still alive?
B-Rad notices Iceman is down and goes to the opposite corner and prepares to unleash some high flying skills. He leaps and lands right across Iceman with a 450 Splash. In one swift move, Iceman sat upright, right arm outstretched, as he wrapped a large hand around B-Rad throat. B-Rad showed signs of shock. He began running in motion as Iceman raised him high overhead, holding the pose for 3 seconds and then dropping B-Rad down to the mat with a big time Choke Slam. Laying across B-Rad with all his weight the referee makes the count...........1...........2.........He is pulled off by Lost. Lost grabs him and hits the Lost in Thunder and drops down for the pin……………….1…………………………..2………………………3!
Vince Walters: Lost in Time has won.
B-RAD VS LOST VS SAMUELType1 vs 1 vs 1Length5 min.WinnerShow Lost in TimeLoserShow Samuel SampsonOutcomeShow PinfallRating29%Crowd Reaction38%Overall Rating33%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Standing in front of the camera Hunter Valentyne is checking his hair and making sure he looks okay in the mirror that a grip has held in front of her. He walks over to the man seated in his chair and glaring at Hunter. Of course, this is hunter being a total dick. What else is new?
Hunter: Okay Ray you need to sit right here and watch how a real tag team does things. The problem is you have not been with us. If you continue fucking this shit up we are not winning World War X.
KOP: You still have to beat XXX to get us to World War X. I can tell you how hard that is to do.
Hunter: Listen do you know who in the fuck you are talking to? I am Hunter Valentyne bitch! You have nothing to worry about. I am going to step into the ring with XXX and kick his fucking ass. But for now you have some shit to learn and who better than the master to tell you how it is. Now here take this shit, bitch!
Kop: What the fuck is this? You are giving me a notebook?
Hunter: Here is a fucking pen so take some notes and see how the greatest tag team in the history of the NEW does shit. All you gotta do is refer to those mother fucking notes and do what the fuck we do. Wait here his late ass comes now.
Voice: AM I late? GoT a MiNuTe?
Hunter: No you are on JST you are right on time.
Johnny: What the phuck is JST?
Hunter: Johnny Standard Time. Basically if you are less than six hours late for an appointment then you are on time.
Johnny: Listen up phuck mook. I got business to tend to and business to give. SO let’s get this shit on the road. I got bitchez to handle and weed to smoke.
Hunter: As usual you have it all fucked up and backwards. We got bitchez to smoke mother fucker. Now Ray you need to take notes bitch.
Ray flips Hunter off as Johnny and Hunter are getting ready to start the show.
Johnny: Welcome to the Smoke Break…
Hunter: What the fuck are you doing?
Johnny: I am introducing the show asshat.
Hunter: I am the host asshat.
Johnny: Seeing as I am the five time World Champion and you are the no time world champion I will be hosting the show. You just be a good little sidekick like you have always been. Maybe I won’t need back surgery from carrying your ass.
Hunter: Tell me you are not going to go PT Merciless on this and do the carrying thing. Now intro the show bitch.
Johnny: Welcome to the Smoke Break I am your host the five time NEW World Champion L.A. Johnny Stylez and this is my phucking sidekick Hunter Valentyne. He is Inkt to my Pugh is you will.
KOP: Okay so Johnny is giving you the business and I am supposed to copy that? That’s what I have been doing for the last month.
Hunter: You shut the fuck up chauffeur boy.
Johnny: We have decided that there are certain Asshats that need to get the phucking business. And seeing as we are who the phuck we are, that is exactly what is going to happen. So what do we have pallned for you might be the question. Sit the phuck down and shut the phuck up and take notes like this asshat sitting right here. Target number one.
Hunter: Honestly we feel bad for the second class assmooks that have nothing going for them but to bitch about someone better than them getting the spotlight. SO we felt since you idiots are not in our class that at least we could help you get some shine.
Johnny: What in the hell are you talking about phuck mook?
Hunter: Well since these idiots have no chance in hell of ever getting anyone to think they are important we felt like suggesting sponsors for these morons would at least get them some quick cash. Then maybe they would not kill themselves like their mothers wish they would.
Johnny: Hunter, that is really big of you to help the uinfortunate. Are you paying for this shit?
Hunter: Fuck no! This is a charitable contribution so I can write it off on my fucking taxes. Now I feel like it is time to give Nocturnal the mother fucking business. We figured since Nocturnal is nothing but a joke we could start our own Nocturnal Airlines.
Johnny: Wait giving him control of a plane is going to be a bad thing. Him being in control of anything is like putting me in charge of a drug rehab or Roger Wright in charge of a sleep apnea clinic.
Hunter: Well it makes sense because the Nocturnal Airline will only fly second class. Not only is he himself second class but it seems that is all he can beat is the second class citizens of the NEW. We feel bad for the fact that one of the two of us are going to beat his ass the second he gets the balls to put the title on the line. SO we felt like giving him some shine would take the sting out of the fact that he sucks more dick than Aurora Deadwood on a bender. We are nice people I am telling you. Who is next?
Johnny: We have decided to bring out the one hundred percent original entertainment package for the sports fan to enjoy. It seems like the world of entertainment is going to return back to the world of magic. With the reemergence of David Copperfield and shit like that we decided the NEW should have something like that. So we now have the complete guide to disappearing in big moments endorsed by Al Envy.
Hunter: Honestly who pulls off more impressive disappearing acts than AL Envy? He went missing at World War X and cost the CrU the stable wars title. He went missing after Roger Wright made him his bitch. He went missing when missing when Triple X smacked him around at Annihilation. Honestly we need to put his picture on a milk carton or some shit for as many time as his brain has been abducted.
KOP: So let me get this right. I need to be a total dick and talk a bunch of shit that happened years ago? So I have to lose my relevance and fall back into a damned history lesson? I think I can do something that stupid.
Johnny: How can you tag with that tool?
Hunter: It is not easy, man. BLAST FROM THE PASTTypeTwo man segmentLength8 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating69%Crowd Reaction87%Overall Rating78%VSTom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...hailing from Virginia Beach , Virgina ...weighing in at 245 pds …...."The Natural" Aiden Vaughn:
We All Die Young by Steelheart starts to play when it gets to the part where it says it makes my stomach churn Aiden Vaughn makes his way form the back down the ramp to the ring. On his way to the ring he talks to fans and high fives them. When he gets in the ring he runs to the far corner and climbs the ropes and raises his hand in the air so they look like #1.
Next... from Pittsburgh P.A., weighing in tonight at 285 pounds…The Executioner, Frank Finelli.
As "Bad To The Bone" begins to play over the PA system, Frank Finelli walks out onto the stage. Black and gold spotlights shine down and illuminate him and the ramp leading to the ring. The crowd greets him with mostly boos as he stands there for a moment and smirks at their response to his appearance. He slowly starts to walk down the ramp, the metal plating echos with each step of his boots as they come in contact with the ramp. As he reaches the ringside area he ascends the steps and stands on the apron for a moment and then steps through the ropes and enters the ring. He climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and taunts the crowd as black and gold pyro erupts from the ring posts and into the air.
[Bell Rings...Ding...Ding....Ding]
Vince Walters: Interesting match up as we have the well known Frank Finelli against relative new comer who had an impressive showing last week in Aiden Vaughn. Vaughn and Finelli start exchanging blows right away and Finelli gets a hold of Vaughn's arm and Irish whips him into he ropes.
Vince Walters: The Natural bounces off the ropes and rebounds with a clothesline to The Executuioner and Finelli is down on the canvas. Vaughn continues his assault by mudhole stomping Finelli and now Aiden tries to go for the quick cover. Referee Scott Allen counts 1..2.. NO! Finelli pushed Vaughn off of him and now Frank is up.
Jill Matthews: Finelli showing you what power he possess.
Vince Walters: I'd love to show you what power I posses Jill baby. Now Finelli is charging toward Vaughn and The Natural rolls out of the ring and is looking at Finelli while Referee Scott Allen counts 1...2...3...4...5...Vaughn rolls back into the other side and Finelli meets him. Finelli hooks and tosses Vaughn over the rope and into the ring. The Executioner delivers the Finelli Fatality! This is it Finelli goes for the cover 1..2...Kickout! How did Aiden Vaughn not get pinned right there.
Jill Matthews: This Vaughn kid has some guts and Finelli is screaming at referee Scott Allen.
Vince Walters: Well The Natural is up on his feet and Finelli turns around and Aiden Vaughn charges and spears Finelli into the corner.
Jill Matthews: Impressive move by The Natural. Finelli felt that one.
Vince Walters: Vaughn now delivering another shoulder into Franks mid-section. Now Vaughn hops onto the middle ropes and delivers a series of mounted punches....
Crowd: 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8...9..10
Vince Walters: Finelli is pushes Vaughn down to the ground but the younger Vaughn is quick to get as Finelli misses him with an elbow drop. Finelli gets up and Vaughn grabs Finellei and whips him into the ropes . Finelli rebounds off of the ropes and Vaughn delivers THE NATURAL DISASTER (Belly to Belly Suplex)!
Vince Walters: Referee Scott Allen counts 1..2..3.. that's it Aiden wins and I'm impressed.
Tom Davis: The winner of this match by pinfall ….."The Natural" Aiden Vaughn!
[We All Die Young by Steelheart plays as Aiden celebrates his victory] FRANK VS VAUGHNType1 vs 1Length8 min.WinnerShow "The Natural" Aiden VaughnLoserShow Frank FinelliOutcomeShow PinfallRating24%Crowd Reaction35%Overall Rating30%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
We cut backstage where Ray ‘KOP’ Andrews has changed into his wrestling attire. He’s warming up intensely for his upcoming match against Colt. Soon enough, coming from a different door is Seth Iser. Soon enough the two make eye contact, Ray more intensely but Iser looking a little more irked than anything. Iser lets out a disgruntled grunt first.
Seth: And to think…I used to respect you.
KOP: And I'm supposed to care why?
Seth: You really should learn to respect people you know you shouldn't screw with.
KOP: There isn’t anyone The King of Pain can't screw with. So what makes you think your something fucking special bitch?
After that one comment, that immediately changes the facial expression with Iser. His face has torqued in a glint of rage appears in his eyes just from that one little comment.
Seth: I'm the Deity of Destruction! THAT'S WHO I AM!
After that brief shout…Iser’s face cools off immediately back to a more tranquil state by his standards.
Seth: That…is special.
KOP: Even Deities can know PAIN!
KOP’s intensity on his face doesn’t waver in the slightest, but Iser almost has a very low, almost sly tone to his speaking at this point now.
Seth: 'But Ray...champ...I might know pain but I also know more ways to inflict it than humanly imaginable and we both know that.'
A slight smile comes across Iser’s face almost out of amusement…though that evaporates quickly. KOP, however, is increasingly growing agitated and angry.
Seth Iser: But brother...I expected this out of Hunter. I figured it as soon as I saw Haz and Spaz backstage but you? Before we get into too much talk about pain...I didn't foresee you being one of Jessie’s crew.
KOP: You know as well as I do that opportunity presents itself in the strangest ways possible. I won’t hesitate to go through my own family to reach the top of NEW. Don’t test me Iser, you won’t like the results
KOP clinches his fist and grits his teeth in a very aggressive motion almost as if he’s ready to throw down and fight right this minute. Iser, however, just coyly keeps his emotions in check and puts on a very sly, but cold smile.
Seth Iser: When I will aim to test you, Ray...I'll take it.
After that one little statement, Iser points at the X-Core championship that is over KOP’s shoulder. KOP just glares at him for that gesture but Iser seems unmoved by it.
Iser: That's a promise. As for now...after this conversation we won't have anything to deal with one another until that day but you can just count on that day in your head all to yourself...champ.
KOP: I look forward to it SETH!
A brief moment passes as the two men stare at one another. Soon enough, KOP gives Iser a very cold glare and begins to walk off in one direction while Iser just nods his head and moves in the opposite direction with a glacial, near unemotional look for this portion of his business. WELL,WHY WELL NOT?TypeOne man segmentLength10 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating100%Crowd Reaction100%Overall Rating100%&
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&Patrick Jones and Drake Blake stands awaiting their opponents in the ring.
Tom Davis: And their opponents......Deathstroke and Brian Hart better known as the Lethal Weapons!!!!!!!
Lights in the arena dim. Smoke fills the entranceway as "Superbeast" plays. Large figure in a black cloak emerges from the smoke. He nods at the crowd and just charges straight towards the ring.
Jill Matthews: The referee's called for the bell.
Patrick hits a couple of right hands as he pushes Deathstroke into the ropes and then whips him off. But Deathstroke reverses the Irish Whip and then as Patrick comes off the ropes, he snaps him over with an Arm Drag. Patrick rolls through to his feet and charges at Deathstroke, who snaps him over with another Arm Drag, this time he holds on with a Sitting Reverse Arm bar. Patrick pulls himself up to his feet. Deathstroke keeps the arm wrench locked on. Patrick rolls through, he kips up and then reverses the arm wrench into a Hammerlock and then pushes Deathstroke off to the ropes again and bounces off the opposite ropes with a High Leg Clothesline. Deathstroke goes down. Patrick makes the cover but is reversed by Deathstroke.....................1 ..................2 ................... Patrick kicks out.
Jill Matthews: Close call for Patrick, but he is not easy.
Vince Walters: This is the first time we've seen Drake and Patrick working as a team since Pat’s little run in with Kief?
Jill Matthews: Oh that’s right. Hope no tea bagging for the kid this week.
Vince Walters: What?
Patrick and Deathstroke lock up and Patrick whips Deathstroke into the ropes and as Deathstroke runs back Patrick drops down to the mat and Deathstroke runs over Patrick and as Deathstroke runs at the other ropes Drake puts out his knee and he knee's Deathstroke in the back and Deathstroke falls down to the mat. Patrick picks Deathstroke up and he puts him up over his head and then he slams him down to the mat. Patrick stands tall over Deathstroke and then he picks him up and he knee's him in the stomach and then Patrick bounces Deathstroke across the mouth but Deathstroke hits Patrick back and the two exchange punches until Deathstroke gains the upper hand and Deathstroke grabs Patrick and he slams him down to the mat with a power slam. Deathstroke rakes Patrick across the eyes and then he grabs him and connects with a big time ddt. Patrick's tag partner looks shocked and surprised that Deathstroke hit such a big move so soon in the match. Deathstroke covers Patrick and the referee makes the count.............1.................2...............Kick out.
Vince Walters: Nice.
Drake runs into the ring and he knocks Deathstroke off of Patrick and he drags Patrick back over to their corner and Patrick tags in Drake. Drake goes over to Deathstroke and he picks Deathstroke up and then he kicks him in the stomach and he crushes his head into the mat with a ddt. Drake runs at the ropes and he comes running back at Deathstroke and he jumps into the air and he slams his elbow deep into the chest of Deathstroke. Drake then stands over the fallen Deathstroke and he poses to the crowd with his foot upon his chest until Brian Hart runs into the ring and he smashes his forearm into the back of Drake and it knocks Drake down to the mat. Deathstroke gets up and he crawls over to his team and he tags Brian into the match. Brian gets in and he runs after Drake. Brian picks Drake up and then he hits him across the chest with a few chops then he goes to his side and he goes for a Russian leg sweep but he slams Drake into the mat face first.
Vince Walters: Brian's proving he’s worthy being back in NEW.
Jill Matthews: Especially after his disappearance at World War X a few years back.
Vince Walters: Didn’t he get kidnapped by Al Qaida?
Jill Matthews: Unknown.
Brian picks Drake up and then he throws him into the corner and he kicks at his mid-section until he walks over and he tags in Deathstroke. Brian holds Drake while Deathstroke punches him in the chest and stomach. Brian dumps Drake down to the mat and Deathstroke stomps away at him. Drake gets up and he hits Deathstroke with a low blow and then he grabs his head and does a spinning neck breaker. Drake dives over and he tags Patrick into the match. Patrick runs at Deathstroke who is trying to get to his feet and is on all fours and Patrick kicks him in the ribs and Deathstroke levitates into the air as he is kicked and then he crashes back down. Patrick picks Deathstroke up and he knee's him in the stomach and then he grabs his head and he picks him up in the air and then he slams him down to the mat with a stalling suplex. Patrick picks Deathstroke up and he whips him into the ropes but Deathstroke holds onto the ropes and he tags Brian into the match. Patrick stands there and Brian runs at Patrick and he hits him with a clothesline that makes Patrick do a spin in the air. Brian picks Patrick up and he hits him in the chest with a few chops and then he pushes him into the corner. Brian picks Patrick up and he places him on the top rope. Brian climbs to the top as well and Brian grabs Patrick and he puts him over his shoulders and Brian delivers a top rope death valley driver. Brian gets up and he walks over and he tags Deathstroke back into the match. Deathstroke goes over to Patrick and he picks him up but Patrick hits him with a low blow and Patrick tags in Drake. Drake picks Deathstroke up and he gets him in a running shoulder breaker. Drake then picks Deathstroke back up and he gets him in a running power bomb. Hitting him in the middle of the ring Drake goes for the pin...........1............2.........kick out.
Jill Matthews: Damn, I thought he had him
He taunts the crowd as Deathstroke gets to his feet and he locks up with Drake. Drake and Deathstroke get in a test of strength and Deathstroke has the advantage over Drake but Drake kicks Deathstroke in the stomach and Drake punches him in the face and then he grabs his head and delivers a spinning neck breaker. Drake stomps on the fallen Deathstroke and then he goes over to his team and he tags Patrick into the match. Patrick goes over to Deathstroke and he pinches the nerve in Deathstroke's neck. Patrick keeps the pressure on it and Deathstroke falls down to one knee and he tries to get up but Patrick has it locked in well. Patrick lets go and he kicks Deathstroke in the head and Deathstroke falls down to the mat. Patrick picks Deathstroke up and he whips him into the ropes and Deathstroke tags in Brian as he hits the ropes and Patrick goes to hit Deathstroke with a power slam but Deathstroke keeps on his feet and he hits Patrick with a jaw breaker. Brian comes in and he picks Patrick up and he hits him in the chest and then he pushes him into the rope. Upon the return he goes for a ddt but Patrick reverses it and pulls on his tights as he goes for a pin............1...........2................3
Vince Walters: Oh my god, Patricks pinned Brian Hart!!!!!
TAG MATCHType2 vs 2Length11 min.WinnerShow Patrick JonesLoserShow Brian HartOutcomeShow PinfallRating24%Crowd Reaction33%Overall Rating29%VSJill Matthews: And we are back from commercial ladies and gentlemen, and that god awful screaming you are hearing right now is Emily Koresh standing in the ring screaming at the fans, and giving me a headache.
Vince Walters: Yeah I know she is Nocturnal’s sister and a crazy screaming maniac, butut she kind of turns me on. She is the type you want to shove something of yours in her mouth and……..
Jill Matthews: Okay we get the point.
Tom Davis: Currently in the ring from Abilene, Texas weighing in at 117 pounds….EEMMIILLYY KKOORRESSHH!!!!!
Still screaming her ass off Emily gets ready for her opponent.
"Something in Your Mouth" by Nickleback plays over the loud speakers as Hunter makes his way down the ramp to a chorus of boos. He stops in the middle of the ramp as green and black pyros go off behind him. Hunter slides in underneath the bottom rope as he puts his hands on the top rope and glares menacingly into the camera. He is cascaded by boos as the intensity in this face is shown to the world. Pyros go off in the background as his glare is never changing. The boos continues.
Tom Davis: And her opponent from Sin City…HHUUNNTTEERR VAALLEENNTTYYNNEEE!!!
Vince Walters: My God….he has not been fired yet??
Jill Matthews: Hunter Valentyne in all his glory. And yes apparently jack ass he still has a job. Oh and he is also a part of a tag team with KOP. He is in the Styles Mafia you know pay attention maybe.
Vince Walters: Oh sorry, it’s just I am shocked that’s all. I was distracted a little, its what you do to me baby.
The bell rings and the two combatants circle each other. Emily continues to scream at Hunter who just stares at her with that cold expressionless face he is so known for.
Vince Walters: Wow what a classic so far. A bitch screaming and not in a porno I could be watching right now and Hunter with a blank stare.
Jill Matthews: Seriously?
Finally they lock up and Hunter uses his size advantage and power to basically throw Emily hard into the turnbuckle. He goes for a running clothesline to nail her but Emily uses her quickness advantage to duck. Hunter slams into the turnbuckle and turns around to a slap in the face!
Jill Matthews: Wow a literal bitch slap there by Emily!
Vince Walters: Ironically to a bitch too. This guy really thinks he was not carried by Johnny Stylez in DD?
Jill Matthews: Hunter is a hell of a competitor. I ate his guts like life does but he is a hell of a competitor.
Hunter once again runs at Emily who once again uses her quickness to dodge the attack and hits a standing dropkick knocking Hunter to the ground. He pops up and she nails a leg lariat knocking Hunter down again. Hunter finally rolls to the outside to take a breather. Emily screams and jumps over the top rope with a plancha but Hunter catches her! He then drives her back into the ring post and body slams her hard onto the floor. He gives her a good couple of kicks for good measure and taunts the fans.
Jill Matthews: There is the power game Hunter has in this match as an advantage. Big mistake by Emily with the high flying moves there.
Hunter rolls her back in the ring and drops a quick leg. He goes for the cover but Emily kicks out at tw. Now Hunter applies the headlock for a minute to drain Emily a little then let’s go and kicks her straight in the face! He once again goes for the cover but Emily kicks out at 2 again. Hunter then picks her up and throws her into the ropes. He nails a huge clothesline and once again takes a breather. Emily is rolling around the ring trying to get her bearings as Hunter jaw jocks with the fans.
Jill Matthews: I suggest Valentyne ends this shit or he will become a victim of the Ryan Pugh Syndrome.
Vince Walters: That was the darkest days of my life watching Ryan Pugh lose to that Molly Mayhem. I mean Ryan Pugh never loses!!! Come on Hunter don’t be a Pugh!!
Hunter picks Emily up and goes for a power bomb but Emily reverses it into a roll up!! At 2 and a half Hunter kicks out!! Hunter stands up and looks angry. Emily dodges another attack and once again nails a leg lariat then picks Hunter up and DDT’s him!!! Emily once again goes for the cover but Hunter powers out. Emily starts screaming again and as Hunter rises up he gets a super kick right into the face!!!
Jill Matthews: Oh God what a impactful super kick! Hunter may have lost some teeth on that one!!!!
Vince Walters: He has a good dentist I am sure. Come on Valentyne!!!! Show the world you are great! My God how bad would this look him just being named into the Styles Mafia and he goes out and loses his first match against Emily Koresh!!
Hunter lies on the mat and starts to rub his jaw. Emily signals she is going up top!! Emily climbs up to the top as Hunter starts to get back up. Emily flies off the ropes intending on a cross body but Hunter catches her flips her around and gives her a stiff head and arm suplex!!! He then immediately picks her up and gives her the VALENTYME!!!!! VALENTYME!!!!!!!
Jill Matthews: Emily went too high risk again and it cost her!
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THHRRREEE!!!!!!
Ding Ding Ding!!!!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner……..HHUUNNTTEERR VVAALLEENNTTYYNNEE!!!!
Vince Walters: Impressive win for Hunter. Emily gave him more than I thought she would! But that’s the Styles Mafia right there baby!!!
Winner by Pinfall: Hunter Valentyne
EMILY VS HUNTERType1 vs 1Length12 min.WinnerShow Hunter ValentyneLoserShow Emily KoreshOutcomeShow PinfallRating17%Crowd Reaction26%Overall Rating21%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
L.A. Kief waddles down to the ring, the crowd of course cheers him, cause they all love him so much.
Once inside, the Kief speaks...
“You all are witness to what happen, last week. When I L.A. Kief had Nocturnal down on the mat for 1...2...3. You all saw that I pinned him. That became the NEW World Champion!!!!
Or you would have if the referee wasn’t Jesse Styles. I got screwed over worse than Jesus at crucifixion convention. Jesse plumb got one over on me. He didn’t count to three, now at first I assume that it was a public school system fault for not teaching Jesse his 1 2 3s, but later he counted 3 for Noc.
So I guess Jesse hates me more than he does Nocy-butt. I can live with that. But can you live with my hatred towards you?
GRRRRRRRR!!!! GRRRRRRRR!!!!!! GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
That’s me hating on you! Scary ain’t bitch. I bet pee just spilled from your pecker head.
Now then, I may not be the official la dee duh NEW World Champion, ut guess what bitches!!! While you were all on this earth doing you earthling things. I L.A. Kief was off world competing in the O.W.E. Omniverse Wrestling Empire, for those of you not in the know. Where I faced off over a thousands different being from a thousands different Omniverses. Where I defeated XyTer the 23,589th in the finals to become....”
The lights goes down...lights comes up and L.A. Kief is in the ring with a glorious belt.
“The Omniverse Reality Champion! Eat it Nocturnal!!! While you are champion of this back world planet I, L.A. Kief am the champions of not only worlds, but galaxies within other galaxies within suns!! And not to mention all the universes upon universe that look up to me, L.A. Kief as their champion. So once again Eat it Nocturnal!”
Kief turns around to let all the people gaze upon the beautiful belt.
“Jesse, you and I are going to have it out, I had my chance to raise myself in this place to be look at a fool no longer. And you took it away from me. So I’m taking away Aurora! No more loving offers from her, Scarlet, this doesn’t apply to you though, the door is still open. Jesse in case you are thinking about it don’t! You do not have the authorization to book me in any matches to defend this title. So suck it penis head. In conclusion Eat it Nocturnal! I’m a better champion than you! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
The lights goes off and when they come back on L.A. Kief was gone, like he just disappeared! Like....MAGIC!
The Pyro’s go off as NEW Ignite goes live. In the back ground the music blasts and the fans cheer before the NEWtron turns to an image of a man wearing an NEW staff shirt walking through the back hallway carrying a black duffel bag. Stopping outside of a locker room the man turns to the camera and smiles, the fans cheering as they see it is Colt.
Security Guard: Can I help you sir?
Unclipping his Identification, Colt hands it to the man.
Colt: Names Franklin, NEW event staff. This is the personal stuff of NEW Champion Alexander Koresh. We have received death threats involving the individual. What I need from you is to put this in his locker room for me.
Security Guard: The champion’s stuff?
Setting the bag down, Colt takes his Identification back and unzips the bag. Pulling out the World Title he shows it to the man.
Colt: His NEW World title, as you can see the name plate says Alexander Koresh. Shirts with his name on them, his ring attire, everything that belongs to him.
Security Guard: So why doesn’t he bring this himself?
Colt: Are you kidding me? He’s the World Champion, why would he carry his own gear? Look, pull your head out of your ass and do the job you have been paid for. No one gets into this locker room without Identification. Do you understand?
Security Guard: Yeah, no one other than Alexander Koresh gets in.
Colt: Good, now if you come across a man named Nocturnal, make sure you call the local authorities; he is wanted for threats made against Alexander.
Slapping the man on the shoulder, Colt walks off as the man opens the door and carries the bag into the locker room.
Vince Walters: What the heck? How did?
Jill Matthews: I don’t know, but I think something is a bit astray here with Nocturnal, and Colt seems to be at the root of the whole thing. A GIFT FOR ALEXANDERTypeOne man segmentLength6 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating61%Crowd Reaction72%Overall Rating66%VSJill Matthews: Hello and welcome to another episode of Ignite. What the hell is going to happen next?
Vince Walters: You’re going to give me a lap dance?
Jill Matthews: You always lower the tone. You’re such a sleaze.
Vince Walters: I am NOT the bad guy in all of this! You’re the one who has that ridiculous cleavage. Talking of cleavage, Emily Koresh is wrestling tonight… I can’t wait.
Jill Matthews: Be careful Vince, you don’t want to be getting on the wrong side of Nocturnal…
Vince Walters: Shall we quickly change the subject! Oh yeah… look at that. We have two competitors in the ring.
Jill Matthews: That was convenient. Veteran wrestler Makeveli has been all over the shop and he’s continuing his stint in NEW, hopefully he’ll have better luck this week. Well he’s facing Johnny Corino who is making his debut so Makevil must have this one in the bag.
Vince Walters: Two newbies.
Jill Matthews: I’d hardly call Makeveli a newbie.
Vince Walters: He is until he’s proved himself…so far he’s sucked.
Jill Matthews: Well here’s his chance, as referee Joshua Clarkson looks ready to get things underway.
Vince Walters: And a rookie referee to go with them… this is going to be amateurish.
Joshua Clarkson checks out both men for any foreign objects as both men face each other and stare each other down. Clarkson appears satisfied as he signals for the bell to ring. Vaughan immediately tries to lock Makeveli into an arm wringer but Makeveli uses his experience and spins out of it. Makeveli immediately follows up with a Russian Leg Sweep.
Jill Matthews: Makeveli is using his vast experience there and proving to everyone, he’s not a newbie.
Vince Walters: Beginners luck. Corino is obviously luring Makeveli into a false sense of security.
Makeveli picks Johnny Corino up and goes for a premature powerbomb but Corino lifts him over his shoulders and sends Makeveli to the floor. Makeveli looks surprised as Corino lands a European Uppercut right into his jaw. Corino lifts a dazed Makeveli up and sends him down with the Thug Bomb.
Jill Matthews: Oh my god, Corino has just used Makeveli’s finisher against him.
Vince Walters: What did I say? Makeveli sucks. He knows he sucks so he goes around wearing sunglasses to mask the fear in his eyes.
Corino isn’t finished yet as he climbs the turnbuckle and lands an elbow drop. On an unconscious Makeveli. The referee pleads for Corino to end the onslaught but Corino asks the fans if they want more. The fans half-heartedly shout yes. Corino lifts Makeveli back to his feet and looks set to repeat the Thug Bomb until he hits Makeveli with the Canadian Destroyer. The fans are cheer as Cornino places his foot on Makeveli’s chest. Joshua Clarkson counts…
One…
Two…
Three…
Tom Davis: And the winner of the match via pinfall… Johnny Corino!
The fans applaud as Makeveli is stretchered out of the ring. The doctor thinks he’s found a pulse but realises it’s the sound of Johnny Corino stamping his foot as he celebrates.
Jill Matthews: Where does Makeveli go from here?
Vince Walters: To an old people’s home… for noobs.
Jill Matthews: I hope the next match is a bit more competitive.
Vince Walters: Oh it will be. Nothing can be any less competitive than this was.
Jill Matthews: One match that is guaranteed to be a hundred times more competitive is Valora versus Triple X. MAK VS CORINOType1 vs 1Length4 min.WinnerShow Johnny CorinoLoserShow OutcomeShow PinfallRating26%Crowd Reaction34%Overall Rating30%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The scene opens up to the backstage area, where a few stagehands scurry past the camera's view. Another member of the New Edge Wrestling crew stumbles by with a group of drinks in hand for some of the wrestlers. But we see the young man get grabbed from behind. He stumbles back, nearly dropping the beverages. But he manages to catch his balance and looks around in confusion. The camera pans to the left where we see a rather familiar face. Dressed in vibrant, rainbow-colored clothing with her dark hair pulled back, her big, chestnut eyes sparkle with mischief as the man looks at her in confusion. And as soon as she opens her mouth, we know for sure that it is indeed the woman veterans of NEW know all too well...
Jen Ryette: Oh hai!
Guy: Er, hello?
Jen Ryette: What kinda drinks ya got der?
Guy: Er, water... a coffee... a hot cocoa... a strawberry shake... wait why d-
Suddenly the guy gets a face full of butter as the Asian woman slams the slippery substance into his face. She then immediately snatches the drinks as soon as he begins stumbling, careful as they only spill slightly. She grins cheerily at him, twirling in place as she dances over his body, feet digging into the poor guy. Jen then saunters down the hall, camera following her. She and the cameraman turn the corner and the camera catches sight of a rather pretty blonde, a pot in her lap as she seems to be eating ramen with chopsticks.
Jen Ryette: SKY-CHI!
Sky Sangue twitches, her body jerking in the slightest of ways when Jen screams. The woman then slowly turns her head, in an almost robotic way, before responding in a slow, husky voice.
Sky Sangue: Must you shout?
Jen Ryette: What can I say, I like da sound of my own voice! My vocal cords are sexy!
Sky Sangue: Anything involving the internal functions of your body is grotesque.
Jen Ryette: Oh honey bunz, ya haven't spent enough time wif me to realize the true meanin' of grotesque.
Jen shoots Sky a wink, the camera panning to the other end of the hall for but a second to catch sight of none other than Jesse Styles, NEW owner. The view then returns to Jen and Sky, as Sangue is questioning her...
Sky Sangue: Did you get me butter for my toast...?
Jen Ryette: Uhhhmmz.... nope. Couldn't find any.
Sky Sangue: I found a piece of toast... and beef flavored ramen, but you couldn't find butter? What kind of fed is this where none of the wrestlers have butter? And toast without butter is simply illogical... it does not taste right...
Jen Ryette: You don't like it going in dry, huh? Your mouth, of course hehe.
Sky Sangue: I'm not sure I understand... what is so amusing?
Jen Ryette: Oh nuthin. So... could I have a taste? I like beef a lot, and just LOVE noodles in my mouth. Though I'm a fan of fish too. And tacos are delicious, ya dig?
Sky Sangue: Ah... is that another perverse double entendre?
Jen Ryette: Whatever do ya mean? Me? Perverse?
Sky Sangue: Mm. Whatever.
Jen eyeballs the older woman innocently, before obnoxiously slurping the drink she stole as loudly as possible, making Sky's twithing worsen. Finally Ryette speaks again.
Jen Ryette: Aw... why's the Sky blue?
Sky Sangue: I... no. You're beginning to annoy me.
Jen Ryette: Beginning?! Oh poo, I ain't tryin' hard enough then. I- OH MAI NOVA IT'S JESSE-KINS!
Styles is just beginning to walk by at this point and slowly stops his stride, turning a cold gaze to Jen. A look of realization crosses his face as Ryette begins bouncing up and down.
Jen Ryette: HAI! I'm soooo glad ta be back an' seein' ya! Skin-head, scowl, grouchiness! It's like old times! Even yer looks! Awww lookatit! Your face! It's still funny lookin!! Yer like one of dem carnies! Can I take a pict-
BAM! Jen is suddenly sent to the floor with a hype kick from Styles! She lands on the ground in front of Sky, who calmly slurps her ramen and watches nonchalantly. Ryette blinks, a slow grin crawling upon her face as her back arches and a moan escapes her lips, causing Sky to choke on her ramen. Jen then slowly moves to her feet and shoots Jesse a wicked smirk, eyes flickering wickedly.
Jen Ryette: Nnn... can I have some more, sir?
Jesse seems to practically snarl as he pops Jen with another hype kick, this one harder than the last. Ryette (on the ground again) moans even louder this time, hand crawling downward... only for Sangue to stand and stomp on her. Squeaking, Jen rolls away and slowly moves to her feet, holding the wall for support as she smiles hysterically at Styles.
Jen Ryette: Lordy Jesse-kins, buy me dinner before we romp about. Though I must say, you're awful good at foreplay, baldy-boo.
Jesse Styles: ...... I don't have time for this.
As Styles calmly turns around, about to walk away from the women when Jen calls out to him. Jesse glances back icily as the small woman then jabs a finger toward a bored looking Sky.
Jen Ryette: Your newest talent, Jesse-kins. The next big thang... 'the Unsound' Sky Sangue. She may just seem like another crazy chica, but she's actually a secret government weapon built ta destroy a-
Sky Sangue: Madness is a state of mind.
Jen: Boo, interruptin' m-
Sky Sangue: Mine will certainly bring intrigue to your establishment. A craving to enact retribution... to bring about a storm. It would seem, at this point, your ah... 'federation' is bolted to the earth, nestled safely there. I shall be the hurricane that tears it from the ground. Put your money on it.
Jesse Styles: ....you'll be booked next week.
He pauses, shooting Jen another cold look before patting Sky on the shoulder.
Jesse Styles: Welcome to NEW.
He then walks away, the camera following his movement. We see Jen's pet lizard Nova crawling toward Ryette, and Styles casually kicks the reptile, sending it flying across the hall. Jen screams in terror and chases after the poor thing, Styles disappearing around a corner as Sky slowly pulls out a dictionary and flips through it. Her strangely light eyes flicker down the page and stop at the word she is looking up.
Sky Sangue: Retribution... noun... punishment that is considered to be fully deserved. My terminology was a correct. And what a storm this will be...
With that, she closes the dictionary, the ghost of a smirk residing on her lips as the scene fades... WHY IS THE SKY BLUETypeOne man segmentLength5 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating12%Crowd Reaction13%Overall Rating12%VSVS Iceman and B-Rad are already at ringside eying each other up.
Tom Davis: And the last person to be in this match is Lost in time.
The beginning of 10 Years "Actions and Motives" begins to bellow forth. The stage lights flicker to a fluorescent blue and white, the arena lights flashing off completely, and a white mist begins to run down the stage, march down the entrance ramp and invade the ring.
Up on the big screen plays Lost's highlights from NEW and other wrestling federations he has been in; Him winning the NEW Tag Team Championship and celebrating with Adam Bomb; Another clip of him winning the same title with Ozario Liscio; Him and some of his matches in Hell's Xtreme Wrestling against Shale Stevens. And it ends with a clip of him winning the HXW Heavyweight Championship.
The arena turns to black.
Lost is looming, knelt upon the entrance ramp. Head down, muscles clenched and mind ready. Head quickly snapping into place, Lost wastes no time advancing to his battleground. With every step he gets closer to the ring. Calm and collected, a sense of seriousness radiates off his mountainous figure as he slowly climbs into the ring.
The bell rings as the other two entered the ring. Iceman shouted at both men, but this only seemed to anger them, and in their attempts to get at him, both managed to land a shot to either side of Iceman’s face.
Jill Matthews: Here we go these three new comers to NEW are here to showcase their skills.
And that was enough for Iceman who began trading punches with both men; Lost lunged at B-Rad, only to be caught by an Irish whip from Iceman that sent him to the far ropes. On the return, he was forced to leap over Iceman, who had bent over for a back body drop. As he leap frogged he was left in perfect position for a dropkick from B-Rad. Wasting no time, B-Rad placed a knee on either of Lost’s shoulders and began pummelling him with rights and lefts to the face.
Jill Matthews: This is what Ignites all about; Fair competition man.
Vince Walters: Yeah, I agree.
Iceman turned quickly and pulled B-Rad off of Lost, and the two men exchanged words. Lost got to his feet and shoved B-Rad hard in the back, which sent him careening into Iceman. The two men had been close enough when the push occurred that their heads connected with one another, and Lost looked for the quick roll-up, hooking B-Rad with an inside cradle that got him a two-count to a loud chorus of cheers from the crowd.
Vince Walters: That was close for Lost in Time.
While both Iceman and Lost were noted for their technical skill in the ring, this was more than that........more like a brawl. However, when Lost started to gain the advantage, Iceman wasted no time in catching one of his punches and sending him towards the ropes with an Irish whip. Unfortunately for Lost, his collision with the ropes wasn’t meant to be, and he was met with a clothesline from B-Rad. Iceman grabbed B-Rad by the neck and tossed him to the outside of the ring.
Jill Matthews: Looks like Iceman wants to go one on one with Lost?
Turning his attention back to Lost, Iceman pulled him up from the mat and hoisted him into the air for a vertical suplex, only to have Lost flip free and land behind him. Wasting no time, Lost quickly dropped Iceman to the mat with a falling reverse neck breaker, rolling on top of Iceman almost immediately for the cover. The fans were divided in support, but the roar was deafening when Iceman got a shoulder up just after the second count.
Outside the ring B-Rad reached under the ring and pull out a table. Sliding into the ring, B-Rad got quickly to his feet and charged at his opponents, but with the table effectively blocking his view, he was unaware that Lost had seen him out of the corner of his eye and was prepared for the charge. Sidestepping B-Rad, he executed a drop toehold that sent B-Rad crashing forward into Iceman and sandwiched the table between the two superstars.
Vince Walters: This is going to get brutal!!!
Quickly getting back to his feet, Lost backed away a few steps in order to get a running start, which allowed him to dive onto the top of the pile, eliciting a huge cheer from around the ring and groans from the men beneath him. Satisfied that he’d have a moment’s peace, Lost pulled B-Rad off of the top of the pile and then proceeded to set the table up near the ropes. No sooner had he ensured that the legs were indeed locked into place, Lost found himself pulled quickly around and into an Irish whip by B-Rad; however, Lost used his size advantage to reverse the whip and send B-Rad hurtling towards the opposite ropes, though he had to leap over Iceman to get to them. On the return, B-Rad dropped an elbow onto the still-prone Iceman, but this in turn left him easy prey for Lost, who lifted him up and executed a suplex. B-Rad’s impact with the table was doubly sickening because it failed to break, leaving him clutching his back as Lost turned his attention back to Iceman.
Jill Matthews: Holy Shit!!!
Vince Walters: This is what NEW is all about!!!
Lost being quite an honourable man waited until Iceman was standing. Lost finally decided he stalled long enough, and the two circled each other. In a lockup, Lost immediately got thrown into the corner, as he stared back at Iceman, who flexed for a moment to the crowd's approval. Lost shakes his head at Iceman, and Iceman gets goaded into charging Lost, who happily gives Iceman a drop toe hold face first into the top turnbuckle.
Vince Walters: That looked painful?
Jill Matthews: OWW!!! Yeah!
Iceman stumbled backwards, making sure his nose was still there. Lost jumped onto the top rope and dove for a cross body splash….only to be caught by Iceman and turned into a fall-a-way slam. Iceman slaps his hands together for a job well done, but is slow to get up, as Lost gets up first and chops at Iceman's knee; And again; And one more time. With the big man holding his knee, Lost runs to the far turnbuckle, bounces off the rope, and returns to Iceman by jumping up onto his shoulders from Iceman's front side, and amazingly flipping Iceman over in an impressive Hurricanrana. Lost goes for a cover......1............2...........Powerful kick out as Lost flies and lands on his feet behind the referee.
Jill Matthews: Lost going airborne?
Slightly surprised, Lost runs at Iceman and drop kicks him in the back of the head. Iceman falls face first, shaking his head to rid the cobwebs. Lost takes this moment to try and get the crowd behind him, to which he gets a healthy chorus of cheers. Lost goes back to Iceman, who is halfway up. Lost helps him up and begins to Irish whip him into the ropes, but gets reversed by Iceman…Boot to the Head!!!!!!
Vince Walters: He got the extra point!
Iceman picks Lost up by the throat, and raises him high over his head in a blatant choke. The referee comes so close to disqualifying the frustrated Iceman before he drops Lost down like a sack of spuds. He goes for the cover.........1..........2.......Kick out.
Vince Walters: He’s getting frustrated.
Iceman glares at the referee while picking up Lost by the head. Once he had him up, Iceman locks his arms around him and executes a flawless belly to belly suplex. As he gets up, Iceman looks at Lost, then at the turnbuckle. He grins as he heads for it. The arena stands to its feet as a buzz grows loudly. He began to climb the ropes. As Iceman stood there, he gestured to the crowd with thumbs down motion, as he leaped from the turnbuckle. Unfortunately, no one was home. Lost moved, and Iceman landed hard, knocking the wind out of him, as a huge groan came from the crowd.
Vince Walters: A flying Iceman? More like a crash landing blimp!!!
Lost gingerly gets up, reaching at his back a bit in mild pain. Iceman turns on his back, holding his abdominal area in pain from the impact of his flight. Lost decides he needs to end this quick. But they had forgotten about B-Rad. Lost is met with a shot to the back of the head from a piece of the table knocking him down and out of the ring.
Vince Walters: Hey the little guys still alive?
B-Rad notices Iceman is down and goes to the opposite corner and prepares to unleash some high flying skills. He leaps and lands right across Iceman with a 450 Splash. In one swift move, Iceman sat upright, right arm outstretched, as he wrapped a large hand around B-Rad throat. B-Rad showed signs of shock. He began running in motion as Iceman raised him high overhead, holding the pose for 3 seconds and then dropping B-Rad down to the mat with a big time Choke Slam. Laying across B-Rad with all his weight the referee makes the count...........1...........2.........He is pulled off by Lost. Lost grabs him and hits the Lost in Thunder and drops down for the pin……………….1…………………………..2………………………3!
Vince Walters: Lost in Time has won.
B-RAD VS LOST VS SAMUELType1 vs 1 vs 1Length5 min.WinnerShow Lost in TimeLoserShow Samuel SampsonOutcomeShow PinfallRating29%Crowd Reaction38%Overall Rating33%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Standing in front of the camera Hunter Valentyne is checking his hair and making sure he looks okay in the mirror that a grip has held in front of her. He walks over to the man seated in his chair and glaring at Hunter. Of course, this is hunter being a total dick. What else is new?
Hunter: Okay Ray you need to sit right here and watch how a real tag team does things. The problem is you have not been with us. If you continue fucking this shit up we are not winning World War X.
KOP: You still have to beat XXX to get us to World War X. I can tell you how hard that is to do.
Hunter: Listen do you know who in the fuck you are talking to? I am Hunter Valentyne bitch! You have nothing to worry about. I am going to step into the ring with XXX and kick his fucking ass. But for now you have some shit to learn and who better than the master to tell you how it is. Now here take this shit, bitch!
Kop: What the fuck is this? You are giving me a notebook?
Hunter: Here is a fucking pen so take some notes and see how the greatest tag team in the history of the NEW does shit. All you gotta do is refer to those mother fucking notes and do what the fuck we do. Wait here his late ass comes now.
Voice: AM I late? GoT a MiNuTe?
Hunter: No you are on JST you are right on time.
Johnny: What the phuck is JST?
Hunter: Johnny Standard Time. Basically if you are less than six hours late for an appointment then you are on time.
Johnny: Listen up phuck mook. I got business to tend to and business to give. SO let’s get this shit on the road. I got bitchez to handle and weed to smoke.
Hunter: As usual you have it all fucked up and backwards. We got bitchez to smoke mother fucker. Now Ray you need to take notes bitch.
Ray flips Hunter off as Johnny and Hunter are getting ready to start the show.
Johnny: Welcome to the Smoke Break…
Hunter: What the fuck are you doing?
Johnny: I am introducing the show asshat.
Hunter: I am the host asshat.
Johnny: Seeing as I am the five time World Champion and you are the no time world champion I will be hosting the show. You just be a good little sidekick like you have always been. Maybe I won’t need back surgery from carrying your ass.
Hunter: Tell me you are not going to go PT Merciless on this and do the carrying thing. Now intro the show bitch.
Johnny: Welcome to the Smoke Break I am your host the five time NEW World Champion L.A. Johnny Stylez and this is my phucking sidekick Hunter Valentyne. He is Inkt to my Pugh is you will.
KOP: Okay so Johnny is giving you the business and I am supposed to copy that? That’s what I have been doing for the last month.
Hunter: You shut the fuck up chauffeur boy.
Johnny: We have decided that there are certain Asshats that need to get the phucking business. And seeing as we are who the phuck we are, that is exactly what is going to happen. So what do we have pallned for you might be the question. Sit the phuck down and shut the phuck up and take notes like this asshat sitting right here. Target number one.
Hunter: Honestly we feel bad for the second class assmooks that have nothing going for them but to bitch about someone better than them getting the spotlight. SO we felt since you idiots are not in our class that at least we could help you get some shine.
Johnny: What in the hell are you talking about phuck mook?
Hunter: Well since these idiots have no chance in hell of ever getting anyone to think they are important we felt like suggesting sponsors for these morons would at least get them some quick cash. Then maybe they would not kill themselves like their mothers wish they would.
Johnny: Hunter, that is really big of you to help the uinfortunate. Are you paying for this shit?
Hunter: Fuck no! This is a charitable contribution so I can write it off on my fucking taxes. Now I feel like it is time to give Nocturnal the mother fucking business. We figured since Nocturnal is nothing but a joke we could start our own Nocturnal Airlines.
Johnny: Wait giving him control of a plane is going to be a bad thing. Him being in control of anything is like putting me in charge of a drug rehab or Roger Wright in charge of a sleep apnea clinic.
Hunter: Well it makes sense because the Nocturnal Airline will only fly second class. Not only is he himself second class but it seems that is all he can beat is the second class citizens of the NEW. We feel bad for the fact that one of the two of us are going to beat his ass the second he gets the balls to put the title on the line. SO we felt like giving him some shine would take the sting out of the fact that he sucks more dick than Aurora Deadwood on a bender. We are nice people I am telling you. Who is next?
Johnny: We have decided to bring out the one hundred percent original entertainment package for the sports fan to enjoy. It seems like the world of entertainment is going to return back to the world of magic. With the reemergence of David Copperfield and shit like that we decided the NEW should have something like that. So we now have the complete guide to disappearing in big moments endorsed by Al Envy.
Hunter: Honestly who pulls off more impressive disappearing acts than AL Envy? He went missing at World War X and cost the CrU the stable wars title. He went missing after Roger Wright made him his bitch. He went missing when missing when Triple X smacked him around at Annihilation. Honestly we need to put his picture on a milk carton or some shit for as many time as his brain has been abducted.
KOP: So let me get this right. I need to be a total dick and talk a bunch of shit that happened years ago? So I have to lose my relevance and fall back into a damned history lesson? I think I can do something that stupid.
Johnny: How can you tag with that tool?
Hunter: It is not easy, man. BLAST FROM THE PASTTypeTwo man segmentLength8 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating69%Crowd Reaction87%Overall Rating78%VSTom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...hailing from Virginia Beach , Virgina ...weighing in at 245 pds …...."The Natural" Aiden Vaughn:
We All Die Young by Steelheart starts to play when it gets to the part where it says it makes my stomach churn Aiden Vaughn makes his way form the back down the ramp to the ring. On his way to the ring he talks to fans and high fives them. When he gets in the ring he runs to the far corner and climbs the ropes and raises his hand in the air so they look like #1.
Next... from Pittsburgh P.A., weighing in tonight at 285 pounds…The Executioner, Frank Finelli.
As "Bad To The Bone" begins to play over the PA system, Frank Finelli walks out onto the stage. Black and gold spotlights shine down and illuminate him and the ramp leading to the ring. The crowd greets him with mostly boos as he stands there for a moment and smirks at their response to his appearance. He slowly starts to walk down the ramp, the metal plating echos with each step of his boots as they come in contact with the ramp. As he reaches the ringside area he ascends the steps and stands on the apron for a moment and then steps through the ropes and enters the ring. He climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and taunts the crowd as black and gold pyro erupts from the ring posts and into the air.
[Bell Rings...Ding...Ding....Ding]
Vince Walters: Interesting match up as we have the well known Frank Finelli against relative new comer who had an impressive showing last week in Aiden Vaughn. Vaughn and Finelli start exchanging blows right away and Finelli gets a hold of Vaughn's arm and Irish whips him into he ropes.
Vince Walters: The Natural bounces off the ropes and rebounds with a clothesline to The Executuioner and Finelli is down on the canvas. Vaughn continues his assault by mudhole stomping Finelli and now Aiden tries to go for the quick cover. Referee Scott Allen counts 1..2.. NO! Finelli pushed Vaughn off of him and now Frank is up.
Jill Matthews: Finelli showing you what power he possess.
Vince Walters: I'd love to show you what power I posses Jill baby. Now Finelli is charging toward Vaughn and The Natural rolls out of the ring and is looking at Finelli while Referee Scott Allen counts 1...2...3...4...5...Vaughn rolls back into the other side and Finelli meets him. Finelli hooks and tosses Vaughn over the rope and into the ring. The Executioner delivers the Finelli Fatality! This is it Finelli goes for the cover 1..2...Kickout! How did Aiden Vaughn not get pinned right there.
Jill Matthews: This Vaughn kid has some guts and Finelli is screaming at referee Scott Allen.
Vince Walters: Well The Natural is up on his feet and Finelli turns around and Aiden Vaughn charges and spears Finelli into the corner.
Jill Matthews: Impressive move by The Natural. Finelli felt that one.
Vince Walters: Vaughn now delivering another shoulder into Franks mid-section. Now Vaughn hops onto the middle ropes and delivers a series of mounted punches....
Crowd: 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8...9..10
Vince Walters: Finelli is pushes Vaughn down to the ground but the younger Vaughn is quick to get as Finelli misses him with an elbow drop. Finelli gets up and Vaughn grabs Finellei and whips him into the ropes . Finelli rebounds off of the ropes and Vaughn delivers THE NATURAL DISASTER (Belly to Belly Suplex)!
Vince Walters: Referee Scott Allen counts 1..2..3.. that's it Aiden wins and I'm impressed.
Tom Davis: The winner of this match by pinfall ….."The Natural" Aiden Vaughn!
[We All Die Young by Steelheart plays as Aiden celebrates his victory] FRANK VS VAUGHNType1 vs 1Length8 min.WinnerShow "The Natural" Aiden VaughnLoserShow Frank FinelliOutcomeShow PinfallRating24%Crowd Reaction35%Overall Rating30%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
We cut backstage where Ray ‘KOP’ Andrews has changed into his wrestling attire. He’s warming up intensely for his upcoming match against Colt. Soon enough, coming from a different door is Seth Iser. Soon enough the two make eye contact, Ray more intensely but Iser looking a little more irked than anything. Iser lets out a disgruntled grunt first.
Seth: And to think…I used to respect you.
KOP: And I'm supposed to care why?
Seth: You really should learn to respect people you know you shouldn't screw with.
KOP: There isn’t anyone The King of Pain can't screw with. So what makes you think your something fucking special bitch?
After that one comment, that immediately changes the facial expression with Iser. His face has torqued in a glint of rage appears in his eyes just from that one little comment.
Seth: I'm the Deity of Destruction! THAT'S WHO I AM!
After that brief shout…Iser’s face cools off immediately back to a more tranquil state by his standards.
Seth: That…is special.
KOP: Even Deities can know PAIN!
KOP’s intensity on his face doesn’t waver in the slightest, but Iser almost has a very low, almost sly tone to his speaking at this point now.
Seth: 'But Ray...champ...I might know pain but I also know more ways to inflict it than humanly imaginable and we both know that.'
A slight smile comes across Iser’s face almost out of amusement…though that evaporates quickly. KOP, however, is increasingly growing agitated and angry.
Seth Iser: But brother...I expected this out of Hunter. I figured it as soon as I saw Haz and Spaz backstage but you? Before we get into too much talk about pain...I didn't foresee you being one of Jessie’s crew.
KOP: You know as well as I do that opportunity presents itself in the strangest ways possible. I won’t hesitate to go through my own family to reach the top of NEW. Don’t test me Iser, you won’t like the results
KOP clinches his fist and grits his teeth in a very aggressive motion almost as if he’s ready to throw down and fight right this minute. Iser, however, just coyly keeps his emotions in check and puts on a very sly, but cold smile.
Seth Iser: When I will aim to test you, Ray...I'll take it.
After that one little statement, Iser points at the X-Core championship that is over KOP’s shoulder. KOP just glares at him for that gesture but Iser seems unmoved by it.
Iser: That's a promise. As for now...after this conversation we won't have anything to deal with one another until that day but you can just count on that day in your head all to yourself...champ.
KOP: I look forward to it SETH!
A brief moment passes as the two men stare at one another. Soon enough, KOP gives Iser a very cold glare and begins to walk off in one direction while Iser just nods his head and moves in the opposite direction with a glacial, near unemotional look for this portion of his business. WELL,WHY WELL NOT?TypeOne man segmentLength10 min.WinnerShow LoserShow OutcomeShow Rating100%Crowd Reaction100%Overall Rating100%&
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&Patrick Jones and Drake Blake stands awaiting their opponents in the ring.
Tom Davis: And their opponents......Deathstroke and Brian Hart better known as the Lethal Weapons!!!!!!!
Lights in the arena dim. Smoke fills the entranceway as "Superbeast" plays. Large figure in a black cloak emerges from the smoke. He nods at the crowd and just charges straight towards the ring.
Jill Matthews: The referee's called for the bell.
Patrick hits a couple of right hands as he pushes Deathstroke into the ropes and then whips him off. But Deathstroke reverses the Irish Whip and then as Patrick comes off the ropes, he snaps him over with an Arm Drag. Patrick rolls through to his feet and charges at Deathstroke, who snaps him over with another Arm Drag, this time he holds on with a Sitting Reverse Arm bar. Patrick pulls himself up to his feet. Deathstroke keeps the arm wrench locked on. Patrick rolls through, he kips up and then reverses the arm wrench into a Hammerlock and then pushes Deathstroke off to the ropes again and bounces off the opposite ropes with a High Leg Clothesline. Deathstroke goes down. Patrick makes the cover but is reversed by Deathstroke.....................1 ..................2 ................... Patrick kicks out.
Jill Matthews: Close call for Patrick, but he is not easy.
Vince Walters: This is the first time we've seen Drake and Patrick working as a team since Pat’s little run in with Kief?
Jill Matthews: Oh that’s right. Hope no tea bagging for the kid this week.
Vince Walters: What?
Patrick and Deathstroke lock up and Patrick whips Deathstroke into the ropes and as Deathstroke runs back Patrick drops down to the mat and Deathstroke runs over Patrick and as Deathstroke runs at the other ropes Drake puts out his knee and he knee's Deathstroke in the back and Deathstroke falls down to the mat. Patrick picks Deathstroke up and he puts him up over his head and then he slams him down to the mat. Patrick stands tall over Deathstroke and then he picks him up and he knee's him in the stomach and then Patrick bounces Deathstroke across the mouth but Deathstroke hits Patrick back and the two exchange punches until Deathstroke gains the upper hand and Deathstroke grabs Patrick and he slams him down to the mat with a power slam. Deathstroke rakes Patrick across the eyes and then he grabs him and connects with a big time ddt. Patrick's tag partner looks shocked and surprised that Deathstroke hit such a big move so soon in the match. Deathstroke covers Patrick and the referee makes the count.............1.................2...............Kick out.
Vince Walters: Nice.
Drake runs into the ring and he knocks Deathstroke off of Patrick and he drags Patrick back over to their corner and Patrick tags in Drake. Drake goes over to Deathstroke and he picks Deathstroke up and then he kicks him in the stomach and he crushes his head into the mat with a ddt. Drake runs at the ropes and he comes running back at Deathstroke and he jumps into the air and he slams his elbow deep into the chest of Deathstroke. Drake then stands over the fallen Deathstroke and he poses to the crowd with his foot upon his chest until Brian Hart runs into the ring and he smashes his forearm into the back of Drake and it knocks Drake down to the mat. Deathstroke gets up and he crawls over to his team and he tags Brian into the match. Brian gets in and he runs after Drake. Brian picks Drake up and then he hits him across the chest with a few chops then he goes to his side and he goes for a Russian leg sweep but he slams Drake into the mat face first.
Vince Walters: Brian's proving he’s worthy being back in NEW.
Jill Matthews: Especially after his disappearance at World War X a few years back.
Vince Walters: Didn’t he get kidnapped by Al Qaida?
Jill Matthews: Unknown.
Brian picks Drake up and then he throws him into the corner and he kicks at his mid-section until he walks over and he tags in Deathstroke. Brian holds Drake while Deathstroke punches him in the chest and stomach. Brian dumps Drake down to the mat and Deathstroke stomps away at him. Drake gets up and he hits Deathstroke with a low blow and then he grabs his head and does a spinning neck breaker. Drake dives over and he tags Patrick into the match. Patrick runs at Deathstroke who is trying to get to his feet and is on all fours and Patrick kicks him in the ribs and Deathstroke levitates into the air as he is kicked and then he crashes back down. Patrick picks Deathstroke up and he knee's him in the stomach and then he grabs his head and he picks him up in the air and then he slams him down to the mat with a stalling suplex. Patrick picks Deathstroke up and he whips him into the ropes but Deathstroke holds onto the ropes and he tags Brian into the match. Patrick stands there and Brian runs at Patrick and he hits him with a clothesline that makes Patrick do a spin in the air. Brian picks Patrick up and he hits him in the chest with a few chops and then he pushes him into the corner. Brian picks Patrick up and he places him on the top rope. Brian climbs to the top as well and Brian grabs Patrick and he puts him over his shoulders and Brian delivers a top rope death valley driver. Brian gets up and he walks over and he tags Deathstroke back into the match. Deathstroke goes over to Patrick and he picks him up but Patrick hits him with a low blow and Patrick tags in Drake. Drake picks Deathstroke up and he gets him in a running shoulder breaker. Drake then picks Deathstroke back up and he gets him in a running power bomb. Hitting him in the middle of the ring Drake goes for the pin...........1............2.........kick out.
Jill Matthews: Damn, I thought he had him
He taunts the crowd as Deathstroke gets to his feet and he locks up with Drake. Drake and Deathstroke get in a test of strength and Deathstroke has the advantage over Drake but Drake kicks Deathstroke in the stomach and Drake punches him in the face and then he grabs his head and delivers a spinning neck breaker. Drake stomps on the fallen Deathstroke and then he goes over to his team and he tags Patrick into the match. Patrick goes over to Deathstroke and he pinches the nerve in Deathstroke's neck. Patrick keeps the pressure on it and Deathstroke falls down to one knee and he tries to get up but Patrick has it locked in well. Patrick lets go and he kicks Deathstroke in the head and Deathstroke falls down to the mat. Patrick picks Deathstroke up and he whips him into the ropes and Deathstroke tags in Brian as he hits the ropes and Patrick goes to hit Deathstroke with a power slam but Deathstroke keeps on his feet and he hits Patrick with a jaw breaker. Brian comes in and he picks Patrick up and he hits him in the chest and then he pushes him into the rope. Upon the return he goes for a ddt but Patrick reverses it and pulls on his tights as he goes for a pin............1...........2................3
Vince Walters: Oh my god, Patricks pinned Brian Hart!!!!!
TAG MATCHType2 vs 2Length11 min.WinnerShow Patrick JonesLoserShow Brian HartOutcomeShow PinfallRating24%Crowd Reaction33%Overall Rating29%VSJill Matthews: And we are back from commercial ladies and gentlemen, and that god awful screaming you are hearing right now is Emily Koresh standing in the ring screaming at the fans, and giving me a headache.
Vince Walters: Yeah I know she is Nocturnal’s sister and a crazy screaming maniac, butut she kind of turns me on. She is the type you want to shove something of yours in her mouth and……..
Jill Matthews: Okay we get the point.
Tom Davis: Currently in the ring from Abilene, Texas weighing in at 117 pounds….EEMMIILLYY KKOORRESSHH!!!!!
Still screaming her ass off Emily gets ready for her opponent.
"Something in Your Mouth" by Nickleback plays over the loud speakers as Hunter makes his way down the ramp to a chorus of boos. He stops in the middle of the ramp as green and black pyros go off behind him. Hunter slides in underneath the bottom rope as he puts his hands on the top rope and glares menacingly into the camera. He is cascaded by boos as the intensity in this face is shown to the world. Pyros go off in the background as his glare is never changing. The boos continues.
Tom Davis: And her opponent from Sin City…HHUUNNTTEERR VAALLEENNTTYYNNEEE!!!
Vince Walters: My God….he has not been fired yet??
Jill Matthews: Hunter Valentyne in all his glory. And yes apparently jack ass he still has a job. Oh and he is also a part of a tag team with KOP. He is in the Styles Mafia you know pay attention maybe.
Vince Walters: Oh sorry, it’s just I am shocked that’s all. I was distracted a little, its what you do to me baby.
The bell rings and the two combatants circle each other. Emily continues to scream at Hunter who just stares at her with that cold expressionless face he is so known for.
Vince Walters: Wow what a classic so far. A bitch screaming and not in a porno I could be watching right now and Hunter with a blank stare.
Jill Matthews: Seriously?
Finally they lock up and Hunter uses his size advantage and power to basically throw Emily hard into the turnbuckle. He goes for a running clothesline to nail her but Emily uses her quickness advantage to duck. Hunter slams into the turnbuckle and turns around to a slap in the face!
Jill Matthews: Wow a literal bitch slap there by Emily!
Vince Walters: Ironically to a bitch too. This guy really thinks he was not carried by Johnny Stylez in DD?
Jill Matthews: Hunter is a hell of a competitor. I ate his guts like life does but he is a hell of a competitor.
Hunter once again runs at Emily who once again uses her quickness to dodge the attack and hits a standing dropkick knocking Hunter to the ground. He pops up and she nails a leg lariat knocking Hunter down again. Hunter finally rolls to the outside to take a breather. Emily screams and jumps over the top rope with a plancha but Hunter catches her! He then drives her back into the ring post and body slams her hard onto the floor. He gives her a good couple of kicks for good measure and taunts the fans.
Jill Matthews: There is the power game Hunter has in this match as an advantage. Big mistake by Emily with the high flying moves there.
Hunter rolls her back in the ring and drops a quick leg. He goes for the cover but Emily kicks out at tw. Now Hunter applies the headlock for a minute to drain Emily a little then let’s go and kicks her straight in the face! He once again goes for the cover but Emily kicks out at 2 again. Hunter then picks her up and throws her into the ropes. He nails a huge clothesline and once again takes a breather. Emily is rolling around the ring trying to get her bearings as Hunter jaw jocks with the fans.
Jill Matthews: I suggest Valentyne ends this shit or he will become a victim of the Ryan Pugh Syndrome.
Vince Walters: That was the darkest days of my life watching Ryan Pugh lose to that Molly Mayhem. I mean Ryan Pugh never loses!!! Come on Hunter don’t be a Pugh!!
Hunter picks Emily up and goes for a power bomb but Emily reverses it into a roll up!! At 2 and a half Hunter kicks out!! Hunter stands up and looks angry. Emily dodges another attack and once again nails a leg lariat then picks Hunter up and DDT’s him!!! Emily once again goes for the cover but Hunter powers out. Emily starts screaming again and as Hunter rises up he gets a super kick right into the face!!!
Jill Matthews: Oh God what a impactful super kick! Hunter may have lost some teeth on that one!!!!
Vince Walters: He has a good dentist I am sure. Come on Valentyne!!!! Show the world you are great! My God how bad would this look him just being named into the Styles Mafia and he goes out and loses his first match against Emily Koresh!!
Hunter lies on the mat and starts to rub his jaw. Emily signals she is going up top!! Emily climbs up to the top as Hunter starts to get back up. Emily flies off the ropes intending on a cross body but Hunter catches her flips her around and gives her a stiff head and arm suplex!!! He then immediately picks her up and gives her the VALENTYME!!!!! VALENTYME!!!!!!!
Jill Matthews: Emily went too high risk again and it cost her!
1…
2…
THHRRREEE!!!!!!
Ding Ding Ding!!!!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner……..HHUUNNTTEERR VVAALLEENNTTYYNNEE!!!!
Vince Walters: Impressive win for Hunter. Emily gave him more than I thought she would! But that’s the Styles Mafia right there baby!!!
Winner by Pinfall: Hunter Valentyne
EMILY VS HUNTERType1 vs 1Length12 min.WinnerShow Hunter ValentyneLoserShow Emily KoreshOutcomeShow PinfallRating17%Crowd Reaction26%Overall Rating21%SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
L.A. Kief waddles down to the ring, the crowd of course cheers him, cause they all love him so much.
Once inside, the Kief speaks...
“You all are witness to what happen, last week. When I L.A. Kief had Nocturnal down on the mat for 1...2...3. You all saw that I pinned him. That became the NEW World Champion!!!!
Or you would have if the referee wasn’t Jesse Styles. I got screwed over worse than Jesus at crucifixion convention. Jesse plumb got one over on me. He didn’t count to three, now at first I assume that it was a public school system fault for not teaching Jesse his 1 2 3s, but later he counted 3 for Noc.
So I guess Jesse hates me more than he does Nocy-butt. I can live with that. But can you live with my hatred towards you?
GRRRRRRRR!!!! GRRRRRRRR!!!!!! GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
That’s me hating on you! Scary ain’t bitch. I bet pee just spilled from your pecker head.
Now then, I may not be the official la dee duh NEW World Champion, ut guess what bitches!!! While you were all on this earth doing you earthling things. I L.A. Kief was off world competing in the O.W.E. Omniverse Wrestling Empire, for those of you not in the know. Where I faced off over a thousands different being from a thousands different Omniverses. Where I defeated XyTer the 23,589th in the finals to become....”
The lights goes down...lights comes up and L.A. Kief is in the ring with a glorious belt.
“The Omniverse Reality Champion! Eat it Nocturnal!!! While you are champion of this back world planet I, L.A. Kief am the champions of not only worlds, but galaxies within other galaxies within suns!! And not to mention all the universes upon universe that look up to me, L.A. Kief as their champion. So once again Eat it Nocturnal!”
Kief turns around to let all the people gaze upon the beautiful belt.
“Jesse, you and I are going to have it out, I had my chance to raise myself in this place to be look at a fool no longer. And you took it away from me. So I’m taking away Aurora! No more loving offers from her, Scarlet, this doesn’t apply to you though, the door is still open. Jesse in case you are thinking about it don’t! You do not have the authorization to book me in any matches to defend this title. So suck it penis head. In conclusion Eat it Nocturnal! I’m a better champion than you! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
The lights goes off and when they come back on L.A. Kief was gone, like he just disappeared! Like....MAGIC!
