IGNITE 193

[Styles]

IGNITE 193
Event Date: May 30, 2014 at 7 pm
Event Deadline: May 28, 2014 at 9 pm
New Edge heads for Cleveland Ohio for the next edition of Ignite the Quicken Loans Arena home of the Cleveland Cavs and many other events including this upcoming Ignite. The NEW World Title will be defended by Ryan Pugh against Tristian Ambrose in a Last Man Standing Match. The winner of this will go into Justice Six in the main event called Terrordome as the reigning NEW Champion. Also one more person will get added to Terrordome and possibly someone close to being dropped from the match. As the path to Justice continues live from Cleveland tune in for New Edge's IGNITE!


OPENING MATCH SALEM VS VAN
1 vs 1
Van Gorgeous VS "Warforged" Salem Morningstar
THE NEW LOGO Appears as the Video of NEW EDGE IGNITE plays then we go live inside the arena to a sold out crowd of cheering fans. We then see Jill Mathews and Vince Walters sitting at the commentary table with an empty chair beside Jill. That empty chair Vince keeps looking over at grinning a little. The camera's then focus over onto the ring where the opening match participants have already made there ring entrances both making there NEW in ring debut in a manner of speaking.

Jill Mathews: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to IGNITE!

Vince Walters: Yes Jill Mathews and Vince Walters hosting Ignite no damned idiot with us!

Jill Mathews: Don't get to happy Vince I was handed a note that Chris Styles was handling some business and he would be in and out tonight. However he would be down as much as he could to do some commentary with us.

Vince Walters: Son of a bitch....

DING!!!!

Van Gorgeous and Salem Morningstar are now in the center of the ring as the bell sounds and they look up but Van quickly shoves Salem off him to check on his hair asking the ref if his hair got messed up and the ref just does a face palm. Salem out of no where drops Van with a flying elbow down across the face of Van who drops to the mat holding his face and quickly rolls out of the ring screaming about his face being hit. The fans begin to chant YOUR A PUSSIE....YOUR A PUSSIE.... And, well Van doesn't seem to like that one bit as he begins to walk up the ramp like he's head to the back but SALEM LEAPED UP ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND WITH A FLIP LIKE SUICIDE DIVE HE LANDED ON TOP OF VAN GORGEOUS out on the outside!!! The fans cheer loudly for Salem as his manager Raeven comes over to check on him and then backs away when Salem gets back to his feet. Salem now brings Van to his feet tossing him back into the ring and as Salem rolls back in Van clobbers Salem just as he was getting to his feet with a SUPER KICK!!!
Van looks pissed as he is still worrying about his hair and face even asking the ref yet again how his hair and now face looks not even bothering to continue to attack Salem here.

Jill Mathews: Christ...This guy worries more about his looks then I do.

Vince Walters: And....I never thought that was possible.

Jill Mathews: I am not a material girl Vince!

Vince Walters: Never said anything of the such there sweet cheeks.

Jill Mathews: You know what Vince my cheeks are sweet but you will never get to truly find out.

Vince Walters: Keep lying to your self Jill because ONE DAMNED DAY IT WILL HAPPEN!

Jill Mathews: For many years now you have had this dream and it's yet to happen.

Vince Walters: ONE DAY MARK MY WORDS!

Jill Mathews: Salem now back to his feet and Vince just quit dreaming good lord if you would stop dreaming about doing it with me something that will never happen maybe you wouldn't be a virgin.

Vince Walters: I am no Virgin woman! WHO TOLD YOU THIS?

Jill Mathews: Doesn't matter but back in the ring the ref has finally just walked away from the complaning Van Gorgeous who has now just suddenly been turned around by the now standing Salem Morningstar.

Salem with a hard left kick the right side of Van's body then a hard right kick to the left side of Van's body and then a spinning close line knocks Van off his feet. Now Salem levels Van with a fast flipping leg drop across Van's throat while he was down on the canvas. Salem seems to be in full control and getting his motor going here as Van struggles back to his feet and a hard stiff left leg kick tot he right shoulder of Van then a spinning driving elbow into the same shoulder has Van rocked and now a standing drop kick right near that area of the damaged shoulder takes Van off his feet. Salem Morningstar now gets a look on his face as he drops down and locks in The Jessamine Knot!!!!!!! VAN TAPS VAN TAP OUTS!!!!

DING!!!!

DING!!!!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner by result of submission SALEM MORNINGSTAR!!!!!

Vince Walters: Talk about some impressive work right there.

Jill Mathews: Yeah that was a nice job there by Salem and as for Van well he needs to focus more on his in ring work then his well looks I reckon.

[Written by Jesse]
Winner
"Warforged" Salem Morningstar
Loser
Van Gorgeous
Outcome
Pinfall
TRIPLE R VS PEDRO
1 vs 1
Rodrigo Ramon Rojas VS Pedro Hernandez
As we return to ringside Chris Styles is now seen at the commentary table.

Chris Styles: Had a little business to handle son during that first match and well got other business to handle through out the night if yah feel me so Chris Styles will be in and out tonight word.

Vince Walters: Couldn't you just stay gone?

Jill Mathews: I will answer that for him sadly no.

Tom Davis: Our next match is scheduled for one fall, already standing in the ring... Hailing from Mexico City, Mexico.... Pedro Hernandez!!!

Pedro gets a couple of warm up punches in as the camera zooms in. Hernandez looks to be in great shape and ready to whip some ass.

"Personal Jesus" by Johnny Cash begins blaring throughout the arena...

Tom Davis: ....and now making his way to the ring from Rio de Janeriro.... Rodrigo Ramon Rojas!!!

Triple R enters the ring and doesn't want for the bell to sound as he jumps his opponent and begins beating the dog shit out of Hernandez!

Vince Walters: These two aren't even waiting for the bell to sound...

Chris Styles: Is it just me or is this Pedro Hernandez chick the ugliest woman you've ever laid eyes on?

Jill Matthews: What the hell are you talking about?

Vince Walters: Wait, Hernandez is a chick???

Chris Styles: My notes say she... Or he.... Has an unknown gender. I can only assume there's a vagina beneath those tights...

Jill Matthews: You guys are fuckin idiotic... Hernandez is clearly a man.... A big..... Strong..... Sexy......MAN!!

You can almost feel Jill having a porn star caliber orgasm on live television as Vince and The Cheetah look on. Meanwhile in the ring, Hernandez has taken control of the match. The much smaller Hernandez is having to use his quickness to stay ahead of RRR. Pedro drop toe holds RRR to the mat and follows the hold up with a single lab boston crab. The ref asks “Gods revolver” if he gives up. RRR shakes his head no as Hernandez applies more pressure.

Vince Walters: Pedro suffered a tough loss at the hands of Mephisto last week... But the newcomer seems to have rebounded rather nicely against Gods Revolver.

Chris Styles: What the hell does God need with a revolver anyway?

Jill Matthews: What the hell does anyone need with God?

Vince Walters: Based of your past livelihood, I'd say you need him pretty badly.... And Cheetah... *glances over at Styles who is about to hit a line of what may or may not be coke*... you are just fuckin hopeless!

Chris Styles: Yo Jill! Ya want a hit of this shit, baby? *Jill refuses, but let her get off camera and she will be singing a different tune*. Sniiiiiiiifffff!

Jill Matthews: Can you even do that on television?

Triple R has now freed himself from Hernandez and is mounting a comeback of sorts. Triple R whips Hernandez into the ropes and catches him with a powerful running boot!

Vince Walters: Gods Vengeance!!!

Chris Styles: *high and paranoid as fuck now* Noooooo.... I'm not ready to die! Don't take me god, I will be a good little boy I promise!

Jill Matthews: RRR makes the cover...







1......










2.......










Kickout!

Vince Walters: Rojas was so close, Jill. I thought he had the match won.

Chris Styles: The snozberries taste like snozberries....

Jill Matthews: ....... This asshole is ruining our show. *Is secretly about to go crazy for a hit of coke and a shot of dick*

Vince Walters: Rojas back to his feet now and Hernandez has made it to his feet now. Hernandez charges Triple R and plants him with a beautiful swinging hurricanrana.

Jill Matthews: Hernandez with the pin attempt this time....




1......







2........







No!


The match continues going back and forth with neither man ever gaining the upper hand. Meanwhile, The Cheetah has passed out at the commentators table from whatever the hell he snorted earlier. No way it was coke because that shit doesn't make you sleep; it does the exact opposite. Jill has had enough of Styles and kicks him out of his chair and sailing to the floor. Cheetah lands hard on the ground, rolls over and continues soaring. Meanwhile the match continues.

Vince Walters: This match has been a deadlock all night. Both of the competitors are hungry and it is showing here tonight!

Jill Matthews: I can see a bright future for both of these men in NEW…. Unlike this bastard who is asleep on the floor.

Jill looks down at The Cheetah in disgust. Triple R regains control of the match. RRR whips Hernandez into the ropes. As Hernandez bounces off the ropes, he attempts a tornado ddt but Rojas drops Pedro hard to the mat with a text book t-bone suplex. Triple R immediately crosses Hernandez’s arms and slaps on the mandible claw submission.

Vince Walters: There it is; the Hand of God!! Triple R has it locked in the center of the ring leaving nowhere for Hernandez to go!

Pedro Hernandez tries to fight and claw his way out of the submission move. He seems to be making some progress and he slowly edges toward the ropes. But the more powerful RRR drags him back to the center of the ring and applies more pressure to his opponent. Hernandez has no other choice but to tap out!

Jill Matthews: Chalk up another victory for RRR!!

Tom Davis: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner…. Rodrigo Ramon Rojas!!!

“Personal Jesus” by Johnny Cash begins blaring over the arena as the referee raises Rojas’ arm in victory as the fans boo and hiss at Triple R. Rojas then exits the ring and makes his way backstage as Chris Styles begins to awaken on the floor. He looks around before crawling his way back toward the commentary booth. The camera cuts to a commercial.

[Written by Ricky]

Winner
Rodrigo Ramon Rojas
Loser
Pedro Hernandez
Outcome
Pinfall
THE LOOKOUT
One man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
The Lookout

Vince Walters: That was amazing! can you believe we just witne

- “Justice.”

Chris Styles: What in hell is that?

Voice: “We Demand Justice.”

Jill Mathews: Its coming from the speakers. We have word there is a live mic

- Voice :“Listen to me.”

Vince Walters: Where is that coming from?

Jill Mathews: Can we get a video feed?

The cameras scans the arena looking for whoever managed to hijack a microphone. Fans eager to be on camera proudly show off their merch and signs.

Voice: “Hey bozos, up here!”

Vince Walters: Up there, in the rafters. A masked figure in what appears to be a Bat-suit.

Chris Styles: I need a visual! The camera pans up towards the ceiling and zooms.

The figure holds a microphone in one hand and a kendo stick in the other resting over his shoulder. His mask covers the whole of his face, but you just know he’s frowning under there.

Voice: No. I’m not him. I never will be. But me and him, we got something in common: We go where we’re needed. Sometimes were needed in more than one place. And I’m needed here. Justice is needed. And I will not stand idly by on the fence while this company, this circus is being picked apart any longer! This game has gone far enough. Who am I? I’m the Look Out. Get used to this mug, cuz its gonna piss you all the fuck off for a while. The man drops the mic and the spotlight traces its fall s the camera follows the object crashing onto the mat and breaking into three visible pieces. When the camera returns to the rafters the man is gone.

[Written by Lookout]
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
1 vs 1 vs 1
Dennis Anderson VS Matthew Carter VS Natalie Ella Warren
Chris Styles: Ah shit look at the time gotta get back to a little business I shall return shortly!

Vince Walters: Really wish you would just get lost backstage.

Chris Styles: Oh you'll miss the cheetah don't lie.

Jill Mathews: And, Chris Styles is heading for the back yet again.

Vince Walters: Cocaine must be a hell of a drug.

The camera feed cuts to the ring where NEW’s ring announcer, Tom Davis is standing in the center of the ring.

Tom Davis: Introducing first to the ring, Natalie Ella Warren!

The lights quickly fade to black and then red and orange strobe lights begin to flash, as "Heaven Knows" By the Pretty Reckless begins to play, along with a posing video of, Natalie Ella Warren plays. The fans cheer for the diva. She soon exits and the cheers intensify. She smiles and poses as she exits from the backstage area, atop the ramp. She hesitates for moment and then makes her way down the ramp, a smile on her face. She reaches the bottom and makes her way over to the steel steps, where she takes her time ascending them. The fans continue to cheer as she makes her way inside the ring, she goes to a turnbuckle and lifts up both hands, more cheers. She hesitates and then jumps down and goes to the opposite corner and does the same. She then hops down and waits.

Tom Davis: And her first opponent, Matthew Carter!!

A laugh rings out as “Waking up the Devil” by Hinder hits the PA. Matthew Carter emerges from the back with his head down slowly moving to the ring, as the Chorus hits he explodes onto the apron and jumps over the top rope making his way to the far corner. In the farm corner he mounts the middle rope and jaws with the fans pointing at them and himself before dropping down and getting ready for his match.

Vince Walters: So who you liking in this match?

Jill Matthews: Carter is a former Champion.

The lights go out as Falconshield's "Gravedigger plays in the arena. A great coffin is wheeled to the aisle by two beautiful Latinas in mourner's dresses. A spotlight shines across the darkness over the eerie coffin of death! Smoke fills the entrance way as the coffin is raised to a vertical level and opens to reveal. GRAVE DIGGER. He is wearing his hooded robe. Full lights shine through the stadium as Gravedigger comes out of his coffin, shovel in hand, grimly walking towards the ring.

Tom Davis: Hailing from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 336 pounds... he is the Dark Stalker, stalking the Extreme Wrestling Corporation; he is the Grim Avenger of Souls Restless! He is the... GRAVEDIGGER.... DENNIS ANDERSON!!!!

He walks up the stairs into the ring, and walks to the centre of the ring. He drops to one knee and holds his hands out at his sides, with red glowing eyes, letting the darkness consume him. He rises from his trance state, and takes off his hooded ring robe, and looks at his opponents.

Vince Walters: He is weird.

Jill Matthews: We agree.

And that was enough for Grave Digger who began trading punches with both wrestlers. Carter lunged at Natalie, only to be caught by an Irish whip from Grave Digger that sent him to the far ropes. On the return, he was forced to leap over Grave Digger, who had bent over for a back body drop. As he leap frogged he was left in perfect position for a dropkick from Natalie. Wasting no time, Natalie placed a knee on either of Carter’s shoulders and began pummelling him with rights and lefts to the face.

Vince Walters: This is what Ignite is all about; Fair competition Jill.

Jill Matthews: Yeah, I agree.

Grave Digger turned quickly and pulled Natalie off of Carter, and the two wrestlers exchanged words. Carter got to his feet and shoved Natalie hard in the back, which sent her careening into Grave Digger. The two wrestlers had been close enough when the push occurred that Natalie’s head connected with his stomach, and Carter looked for the quick roll-up, hooking Natalie with an inside cradle.

……1

…….2

……Kick Out!

Jill Matthews: That was close for Carter.

While both Grave Digger and Carter were noted for their “technical skill” in the ring, this was more than that........more like a brawl. However, when Carter started to gain the advantage, Grave Digger wasted no time in catching one of his punches and sending him towards the ropes with an Irish whip. Unfortunately for Carter, his collision with the ropes wasn’t meant to be, and he was met with a clothesline from Natalie. Grave Digger grabbed Natalie by the neck and tossed her to the outside of the ring.

Vince Walters: Looks like Grave Digger wants to go one on one with Carter?

Turning his attention back to Carter, Grave Digger pulled him up from the mat and hoisted him into the air for a vertical suplex, only to have Carter flip free and land behind him. Wasting no time, Carter quickly dropped Grave Digger to the mat with a falling reverse neck breaker, rolling on top of Grave Digger almost immediately for the cover.

………………1

…………2

The roar was deafening when Grave Digger got a shoulder up.

Outside the ring Natalie reached under the ring and pulled out a table. Sliding into the ring, Natalie got quickly to her feet and charged at her opponents, but with the table effectively blocking her view, she was unaware that Carter had seen her out of the corner of his eye and was prepared for the charge. Sidestepping Natalie, he executed a drop toehold that sent Natalie crashing forward into Grave Digger and sandwiched the table between the two superstars.

Jill Matthews: This is going to get brutal!!!

Quickly getting back to his feet, Carter 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 wrestlers beneath him. Satisfied that he’d have a moment’s peace, Carter pulled Natalie 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, Carter found himself pulled quickly around and into an Irish whip by Natalie; however, Carter used his size advantage to reverse the whip and send Natalie hurtling towards the opposite ropes, though she had to leap over Grave Digger to get to them. On the return, Natalie dropped an elbow onto the still-prone Grave Digger, but this in turn left her easy prey for Carter, who lifted her up and executed a suplex. Natalie’s impact with the table was doubly sickening because it failed to break, leaving her clutching her back as Carter turned his attention back to Grave Digger.

Vince Walters: Holy Shit!!!

Jill Matthews: This is what NEW is all about!!!

Carter being quite an honourable man waited until Grave Digger was standing. Carter finally decided he stalled long enough, and the two circled each other. In a lockup, Carter immediately got thrown into the corner, as he stared back at Grave Digger, who flexed for a moment to the crowd's approval. Carter shakes his head at Grave Digger, and Grave Digger gets goaded into charging Carter, who happily gives Grave Digger a drop toe hold face first into the top turnbuckle.

Jill Matthews: That looked painful?

Vince Walters: OWW!!! Yeah!

Grave Digger stumbled backwards making sure his nose was still there. Carter jumped onto the top rope and dove for a cross body splash….only to be caught by Grave Digger and turned into a fall-a-way slam. Grave Digger slaps his hands together for a job well done, but is slow to get up, as Carter gets up first and chops at Grave Digger's knee; And again; And one more time. With the big man holding his knee, Carter runs to the far turnbuckle, bounces off the rope, and returns to Grave Digger by jumping up onto his shoulders from Grave Digger's front side, and amazingly flipping Grave Digger over in an impressive Hurricanrana. Carter goes for a cover.

.....1

............2

...........Powerful kick out as Carter flies and lands on his feet behind the referee.

Vince Walters: Carter going airborne?

Slightly surprised, Carter runs at Grave Digger and drop kicks him in the back of the head. Grave Digger falls face first, shaking his head to rid the cobwebs. Carter takes this moment to try and get the crowd behind him, to which he gets a healthy chorus of cheers. Carter goes back to Grave Digger, who is halfway up. Carter helps him up and begins to Irish whip him into the ropes, but gets reversed by Grave Digger…Boot to the Head!!!!!!

Jill Matthews: He got the extra point!

Grave Digger picks Carter up by the throat, and raises him high over his head in a blatant choke. The referee comes so close to disqualifying the frustrated Grave Digger before he drops Carter down like a sack of spuds. He goes for the cover.

........1

..........2

.......Kick out.

Jill Matthews: He is getting frustrated.

Grave Digger glares at the referee while picking up Carter by the head. Once he had him up, Grave Digger locks his arms around him and executes a flawless belly to belly suplex. As he gets up, Grave Digger looks at Carter, 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 Grave Digger stood there, he gestured to the crowd with thumbs down motion, as he leaped from the turnbuckle. Unfortunately, no one was home. Carter moved, and Grave Digger landed hard, knocking the wind out of him, as a huge groan came from the crowd.

Jill Matthews: A flying Grave Digger? More like a crash landing blimp!!!

Carter gingerly gets up, reaching at his back a bit in mild pain. Grave Digger turns on his back, holding his abdominal area in pain from the impact of his flight. Carter decides he needs to end this quick. But they had forgotten about Natalie. Carter 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.

Jill Matthews: Hey she is still alive?

Natalie notices Grave Digger is down and goes to the opposite corner and prepares to unleash her high flying skills. She leaps and lands right across Grave Digger with a 450 Splash. In one swift move, Grave Digger sat upright, right arm outstretched, as he wrapped a large hand around Natalie throat. Natalie showed signs of shock. She began running in motion as Grave Digger raised her high overhead, holding the pose for 3 seconds and then dropping Natalie down to the mat with a big time Choke Slam. Laying across Natalie with all his weight the referee makes the count.

..........1

...........2

.........Carter breaks up the pin. He picks up Grave Digger and starts to rant at him. Grave Digger shrugs and clotheslines him down to the mat. He picks him up and bench presses him above his head. Natalie drop kicks Natalie in the knee caps making Grave Digger drop Carter badly on his neck.

Jill Matthews: Ouch! That’s got to hurt.

Natalie runs the ropes and baseball slides into the side of Grave Digger’s head. She rolls up Matthew Carter.

………1

……….2

………..3!!

Jill Matthews: Oh my God! She’s done it.

Vince Walters: The chick beat them two? What the hell?

Tom Davis: And our winner is Natalie Ella Warren!

[Written by Noc]
Winner
Natalie Ella Warren
Loser
Matthew Carter
Outcome
Pinfall
SUPER COOKIES
One man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Chef Roberto
The broadcast switches to the rare sight of Belle Wilson hovering backstage actually doing some work. She knocks on Chef Roberto’s door.

Belle Wilson
Hey Chef…can I come in?

Chef Roberto raises his frying pan towards Belle.

Chef Roberto
Who are you?

Belle Wilson
Belle…

Chef Roberto
It doesn’t matter! If you smelllllllll what the Chef is cooking! Ha ha ha... I got you there. I also have a belly – wanna see?

Chef Roberto rummages through his bag and gets out a huge lump of pig's belly meat.

Chef Roberto
Belly’s gunna get ya! Belly’s gunna get ya!

Belle’ quivers as Chef Roberto pushes it towards her face.

Belle Wilson
So Chef Roberto… you’re facing Roger Wright…this will be the third consecutive match you’ve faced a former world champion…

Chef Roberto
I am the world champion. I have never lost my belt.

Chef Roberto proudly picks up the ex-world championship belt and places it round his waist as a huge grin erupts on his face.

Belle Wilson
So how do you intend to beat him?

Chef Roberto pauses in contemplation as a Delia comes storming in with a jar in her hand…

Delia
Come on…lets be having ya…oh who the fucking hell are ya?

Belle Wilson
I’m…

Chef Roberto & Delia
It doesn’t matter! Just shut your mouth and eat your damn beans…ya pepperoni!

Delia
She’s a bit of an animal that woman… a slutty one…go on then…sling yer hook…

The cameras remain as Belle makes a hasty exit. Delia hands Roberto the jar…

Chef Roberto
Cookies!

Delia
Not just any old cookies…they’re performance enhancing cookies! You’re bound to win if you eat these… I’ve also put some outside Roger’s door with laxatives in to give him the shits!

Chef Roberto’s face lights up as he stares at his secret weapon.

Delia
Come on… Chef Alfonso is waiting for you in the car park…

Chef Roberto and Delia make their way to the car park as the broadcast switches back to the arena.

[Written by Chef]
CRANIUM VS MEPHISOTO
1 vs 1
"The Enormous" Richard Cranium VS Mephisto
Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first already in the ring, Richard Cranium!!!!

Vince Walters: Hey sweet tits you like seeing that big head?

Jill Matthews: Jealous of his big head? Too bad you don’t have a big head like that, maybe you would get some more action!

Vince Walters: Wow babe, that hurt.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, Mephisto!!!!

Mephisto’s music hits and he makes his way down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and taking it to Richard Cranium before the bell even rings. Richard tries to fight the onslaught off but Mephisto takes the upper hand driving Richard into the corner as the bell sounds for the match to officially begin.

Vince Walters: Mephisto isn’t playing around, and he’s using that big head like a punching bag.

Jill Matthews: Yeah he is and now that the match is officially underway it seems that Mephisto is switching gears and making this an actual wrestling match.

Pulling back, Mephisto charges the corner and hits Richard with a spear. As Richard sinks down, Mephisto pulls him from the corner and hooks the man snapping him with a suplex out of the corner and into the middle of the ring. Rolling through Mephisto covers Richard for the pin.
1
2
NO!!! Richard just gets the shoulder up.

Jill Matthews: Mephisto went for the quick win there and I thought he might actually have it.

Vince Walters: He sure does have Richard on the ropes, literally as Richard just got flung into the ropes by Mephisto.

On a rebound from the ropes Mephisto snatches Richard with a spinning scoop slam followed by a pin.
1
2
NO!!! Richard gets the shoulder up but Mephisto doesn’t let up as he yanks Richard to his feet and hooks him around the waist hitting a bell to back brainbuster on Richard in the middle of the ring before covering him.
1
2
NO!!!!

Vince Walters: Mephisto won’t let up at all he just keeps pushing the offensive and going for the win.

Jill Matthews: He’s on fire and focused for sure.

Once more Mephisto pulls Richard to his feet and this time Richard lashes out with a right, followed by a left but Mephisto stalls the offensive with a kick to the stomach followed by a hard snap DDT in the middle of the ring. Seeing his chance, Mephisto rushes to the near corner mounts the top rope and leaps off nailing Richard with the No Laughing Matter and covering the man.
1
2
3!!!!

Jill Matthews: This match was rather lopsided if you ask me. Mephisto came out with a plan and he really took the fight to Richard.

Vince Walters: Yeah he did, nice to see some fire in a new comer like Mephisto, things are definitely looking up for the young man.

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

[Written by Roger]
Winner
Mephisto
Loser
"The Enormous" Richard Cranium
Outcome
Pinfall
TWO MEN THAT ARE IN TERRODOME FACE OFF!
1 vs 1
Hunter Valentyne VS Nocturnal
Vince Walters: Welcome back to Ignite, wrestling fans. What a show we have witnessed so far.

Jill Matthews: We have seen some really good matches up until this point, but this next match may take the cake.

Chris Styles: You know what I want? I want a cake... But not just any cake. I want a cake with a stripper inside of it.... A stripper with a phat ass who jumps outta da cake and onto my nuts.... Boo yah, mutha fuckin' Cheetah gettin some head.... Get- gettin some head!

Vince Walters: Ummm.... Well it's about time for our next contest and let me just mention how these next participants don't give a rats ass about each other. Tom, take it away...

Tom Davis: Ladies and gentleman, our next contest is scheduled for one fall.... Introducing first, making his way to the ring from Las....

Tom is suddenly interrupted as we hear all kinds of commotion coming from the edge-tron which flickers in and we see Hunter Valentyne and Nocturnal brawling backstage. The saddistic bastard has picked up a metal folding chair and tattoos it over the myth killers head!!! The crowd goes nuts!

Jill Matthews: .... Nocturnal and Hunter aren't even waiting until they get to the ring. They are beating the hell out of each other backstage!!

Chris Styles: Maybe the chumps will kill each other.....cheeeeeeeeeetah style bitch fuck cunts!

Vince Walters: Bitch fuck cunt???

Chris Styles: You know it!

Jill Matthews: That makes about as much sense as Ryan Pugh grocery shopping at Whole Foods.

Nocturnal attempts to whip Valentyne into a dumpster backstage but Valentyne counters and sends Noc head first into the dumpster. Noc lands hard on the concert and Hunter doesn't let up. He grabs Noc by his hair and begins dragging him around the backstage area toward ringside. While Hunter is dragging Noc by his hair, he makes sure to slam him head first into everything backstage including furniture, garbage cans, doors, walls and chairs. Hunter even drafts Noc through the men's bathroom and slams his head into a toilet before dragging him to the ring. The crowd explodes as the two men appear at the top of the entrance ramp.

Vince Walters: Here they come!!!

Jill Matthews: Thank God we don't have to sit through that boring ass, hour long entrance of Nocturnals!

Chris Styles: Ya mean CHOKEturnal, right? Zing!!

Vince Walters: Hunter tosses the sadistic bastard into the ring as he follows him into the ring.

Jill Matthews: Valentyne now bounces off the ropes and attempts a leg drop, but Nocturnal manages to move out of the way.

Chris Styles: Bet that hurt his arse....

Nocturnal now springs to his feet and catches Valentyne who was climbing back to his feet with a Lou Thesz press! Nocturnal pounds on Hunters face as the crowd counts along....

Crowd: 1.... Fuck you.... 2.... Fuck you....3.... Fuck you.... 4.... Fuck you.... 5.... Fuck you.... 6.... Fuck you.... 7.... Fuck you.... 8.... Fuck you.... 9.... Fuck you.... 10.... FUCK YOU!!!!

Vince Walters: Right now, Nocturnal is getting to do what everyone in this damn building wants to do.... Pound Hunters face!

Jill Matthews: This crowd doesn't think very highly of Valentyne, apparently. And with good reason, he's a giant dick!

Chris Styles: Fuck you prick shit tits butt fucker Valentyne!

Vince Walters: Will you quit seeing how many vulgarities you can fit into one sentence, ya asshole, cunt dodging, shit lickin, fuck wad? Ok?

Jill Matthews: You guys are fuckin pathetic. You talk trash about as good as Reya Serra.

Chris Styles: Booyah baby! I'd like to fuck Reya in her fire crotch virgin ass cheeeetah style, oh yeah that's right.... Pop dat virgin cherry all night long, ya heard? Make dat slut bitch holla.... Cheeetah, Cheeetah, Cheeetah..... all night long.

Back to some sanity now, Nocturnal has just connected Hunter with a top rope stunner! Hunter hits the mat hard and flops around like a limp dick that's about to be inserted into Blair Buchannan Valentyne's mouth. Nocturnal jumps atop Hunter and makes a quick cover....




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Kickout by Valentyne!


Vince Walters: Nocturnal came very close to putting this one away early.

Jill Matthews: When was the last time Noc put anyone away early?

Nocturnal climbs back to his feet now as Hunter is still laying in the center of the ring. Noc makes his way over to the corner turnbuckle and scales to the very top rope. The saddistic bastard lets out an evil laugh as he jumps off the top rope and goes for a flying head butt..... But Hunter moves out of the way.

Vince Walters: And Nocturnal crashes hard to the mat head first....

Jill Matthews: He will probably use the head trauma caused from that landing as an excuse to go home and kill his wife and children or something....

Chris Styles: Wait.... What?

Vince Walters: I'm with the cheetah on this one.... What the hell are you talking about, Jill?

Jill Matthews: I don't know... I think all the rambling this moron *points to cheetah* has done tonight is starting to wear off on me.

Chris Styles: I got something you can wear baby, it's called my 15 foot long cheetah dong all up in yo poop chute. Da mutha fuckin cheetah don't mind a lil brown on his thang....chea!!

Vince Walters: Hunter slowly to his feet now and he falls forward onto Nocturnal, thus pinning him....



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No! Noc somehow manages to get a shoulder up!


Vince Walters: And this great match up continues. So far it has been exactly as advertised.

Jill Matthews: Poop chute? Did u really just say that on live tv? *looks at cheetah with 'I want to fuck, eyes'*

Chris Styles: Ya damn right baby, what you say we ditch this bitch and go back to my place yo...

Jill Matthews: Fuck off! (Translation: let's fuck in 30 minutes after the show)

Nocturnal back to his feet now as is Hunter. Nocturnal charges at Valentyne and attempts a spear but Hunter catches him mid-air and delivers his finisher, the Valentyme!

Vince Walters: Valentyme!!! Hunter makes the cover....




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3!!!

Ding Ding!!

Tom Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner "The Mythkiller" Hunter Valentyne!!!

Jill Matthews: What an impressive victory by Hunter and you have got to think that will only add to his momentum as he makes his way toward Terror Dome and the NEW World Heavyweight Title!

Chris Styles: Sooo what up girl, we gonna bump nasties or what? Uhh huh, uhh huh.

Vince Walters: I'm guessing no, cheetah. Sorry man.

Jill Matthews: I never said no. *winks at Cheetah*

Cheetah becomes filled with excitement as he may get laid for the first time in his life. Tear Away by Drowning Pool begins blaring throughout the arena as the ref raises Hunters hand. Hunter the rolls out of the ring and makes his way backstage, taunting the fans as the camera slowly cuts to commercial break.

[Written by Ricky]
Winner
Hunter Valentyne
Loser
Nocturnal
Outcome
Pinfall
WHO STOLE THE COOKIE FROM THE COOKIE JAR?
One man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Chef Roberto
Delia and Chef Roberto re-enter their dressing room only to find the cookie jar is empty.

Delia
Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

Chef Roberto
Not me! And I need it to win my match….

Delia
So who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

Delia and Chef Roberto race backstage looking for anybody suspicious… they bump into Dick Sampson…

Chef Robeto
Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

Delia
Has Roger stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

Dick Sampson
Last I heard he’s been on the toilet all day…

Delia
Did you steal the cookie from the cookie jar?

Dick Sampson
Who me?

Chef Roberto
Yes you! Comprende?

Dick Sampson
Not me…

Delia
Then who stole the cookie from the cookie jar…

Chef Roberto spots some cookie crumbs on the floor.

Chef Roberto
This way…

It leads to an un-named dressing room… standing outside the door is none other than L.A. Kief… Chef Roberto looks at Kief in shock. Delia pushes him backwards but it has little effect.

Delia
Did you steal the cookie from the cookie jar?

Kief furrows his brows as if thinking

LA Kief
No bobbyo I didn't no steal the cookie!

Kief lifts his arm and takes a bite out of a cookie

LA Kief
I don't know where it is.

Kief takes another bite.

Chef Roberto
You lying son of a bitch…

Kief dusts his hands and walks back inside his dressing room… he locks the door and lets off a great big fart. Chef Roberto fists the door furiously as the broadcast switches back to the arena.

[Written by Chef]
WINNER GETS ENTERED INTO TERRORDOME!
1 vs 1
Patrick Jones VS Blair Buchannan-Valentyne
"Attracting Flies" by AlunaGeorge hits the PA speakers and the screens light up with videos of Blair Buchannan-Valentyne's career and match highlights. As soon as the beat drops, the crowd is on their feet giving out an absolutely electric vibe as their cheers reach almost a deafening level.

Soon enough, Blair make her way out onto the stage and just when you thought the crowd couldnt get any louder, they do. Blair steps to the edge of the stage dressed in a pair of white knee high laced up boots, tight white sparkly booty shorts and a matching white sparkly tube top stretched across her ample bust.

Blair skipped down the ramp, blowing kisses to her fans and haters alike, before making her way up into the ring. Once in the ring, Blair blew a huge kiss to each side of the ring that was facing the audience, before her music faded and she began to stretch, awaiting her opponents arrival.

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, BLAIR BUCHANAN-VALENTYNE!!!!!

Jill Matthews: Blair is looking particularly good tonight and she has a pretty big match coming up against Patrick Jones.

Vince Walters: Hunter is one lucky son of a bitch!!!!

“I Won't Back Down” by Burn Halo fills the arena. After a few seconds, Jones bursts onto the stage with a surge of energy. At the top of the ramp, he drops to a knee with a big, over-handed fist pump. Patrick takes a moment to enjoy the cheers around him and collect his thoughts before hopping to his feet. He jogs down the ramp, talking to and high-fiving fans, trying to get them as pumped up and ready to go as he is. Jones goes straight from the ramp and jumps onto the ring apron before ducking through the second and third rope, spinning a full circle as he looks out into the crowd.

Tom Davis: And her opponent, PATRICK JONES!!!!

Jill Matthews: Here we go, there is the bell and this one is underway!

Vince Walters: Man I envy Patrick, he gets to touch Blair in all the naughty ways without anyone thinking that’s what he is doing.

Jill Matthews: You are sick Vince, just sick!

Vince Walters: We all know you are not shy to being touched in naughty ways!

Patrick and Blair go to lock up, but Blair ducks under Patrick and dropkicks him in the back sending Patrick face first into the corner. Blair rushes in but Patrick turns around and nails her in the face with a big boot that sends her to the matt on her back. Patrick jumps to the middle rope and leaps off for a knee drop but Blair rolls away and gets to her feet as Patrick does the same. Smiling wide, Patrick takes off after Blair but she ducks his clothesline and as he hits the ropes she nails him with another drop kick that spills him over the top rope and to the outside.

Jill Matthews: Blair seems to be willing to use her speed to take an advantage in this one.

Vince Walters: It’s a great idea for sure. She doesn’t have the strength advantage so you have to use what you got to win.

Blair takes off across the ring and dives through the middle and top rope nailing Patrick just as he was getting back to his feet. Patrick falls backwards into the guard rail and sinks to the ground. On her feet, Blair takes a step back and nails Patrick with a drop kick causing the man to fall to his side. Grabbing him by the arm, Blair guides him to his feet and rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope, following him in and covering him.
1
2
NO!!!! Patrick gets the shoulder up.

Jill Matthews: I thought she had it right there!

Vince Walters: Yeah it was close for sure, but she’s about to put the cap on this one, look she’s going for the top rope.

Blair reaches the top turnbuckle, stands up and leaps off for a splash, but Patrick gets the knees up and she catches them full force. Rolling around in pain, Blair grabs the bottom rope and begins to pull herself up, but Patrick reaches his feet first and as Blair gets to her base Patrick takers her down with a brutal clothesline. Grabbing her by the arm, Patrick pulls her up and drops her with a short arm clothesline, followed by another and then a third. He again pulls her to her feet and Blair wobbles in front of him. Patrick lets out a big smile and hooks her waist before tossing her over head with a belly to belly overhead release suplex.

Jill Matthews: Patrick is throwing her around like a freaking rag doll.

Vince Walters: someone needs to stop this, that isn’t how you treat a beautiful woman like Blair.

Patrick Pulls Blair to her feet and slaps the wobbly woman. He smiles wide and raises his hand again but Blair nails him with a spinning back kick and both wrestlers fall to the matt. Jim Floss checks on both of them before starting the standing ten count.
1
2
3
Blair grabs the bottom rope and begins to pull herself up.
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Patrick gets to his knees and slowly to his feet. Blair charges at him and he snatches her with a brutal spinning powerslam followed by a pin.
1
2
No!!!! Blair just gets the shoulder up in time.

Jill Matthews: Just when Blair was about to get back into this match, Patrick took the wind out of her sails!

Vince Walters: I can’t believe she kicked out of that, and more accurately I can’t believe he got to lay on top of her, lucky bastard!

Patrick pulls Blair to her feet and hooks her by the head, he delivers a snap suplex and rolls through for the pin.
1
2
NO!!!! Blair gets the shoulder up and Patrick pulls her back to her feet. Sending her into the rope, Patrick hits the ropes himself and rushes forward leaping for a shoulder tackle, but Blair slides under the blow, pops up, hits the ropes and spears Patrick as he gets back to his feet.

Jill Matthews: Wow, did you see that? I can’t believe she had the presence of mind to duck that and then hit the spear like that.

Vince Walters: I would love to spear the hell out of her!

Jill Matthews: Nice Vince, real nice!

Both Patrick and Blair reach their feet at the same time, Patrick throws a right and Blair ducks hit, she grabs him rushes the ropes and springboards off of the ropes hitting a Tornado DDT!

Jill Matthews: Beauty Sleep! She hit the Beauty Sleep!

Vince Walters: It’s over, it’s over!

Blair rolls Patrick over and covers him hooking the leg.
1
2
3!!!!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, BLAIR BUCHANNAN-VALENTYNE!!!!
Winner
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne
Loser
Patrick Jones
Outcome
Pinfall
GETTING PHYSICAL
Two man segment
SEGMENT PARTICIPANTS
Natalie Ella WarrenMephisto
Mephisto is seen backstage talking to a few of the female staff members, they do not seem too impressed with the bizarre, cigar smoking man, who huffs and puffs on his beloved smoking treat. He even cracks a joke or two that overly inappropriate but, the girls play along, in hopes of getting some screen time. Some of them even touch him a bit, and he smiles and chuckles, like an overly perverted Santa clause of pornography. It is at this point, that something catches the girls' eye. They then whisper to one another, and eventually back off and out of the picture.

It is then, that Mephisto decides to find out what the big deal is, and turns around to see a smiling Natalie Ella Warren, she has something behind her back and waves cutely with the other. Mephisto appears surprised, as he moves back a bit. "Hey, Mephie!" She says, as he looks to her, a bit taken aback by this. "I just wanted to say, that I am so sorry about last week and well... I just want to give you something." She says, as he smiles slightly, still a bit confused by the entire interaction. She continues to smile sweetly and then presents the present for him...

A metal bat, she jams it into his gut and as he hunches over, she gives a snap DDT onto the flat, hard, unforgiving floor. She smiles and hangs over him. "Stop stalking me, you lunatic!" She yells as she then begins to strut off. Two of the females from before, rush to Mephisto's side, in attempt to gain more screen time and prevails, as one of the stands and begins to yell for help. Medical staff soon begin to appear and start checking Mephisto. He is unresponsive, his cigar continues to smoke, as the place him on a stretcher and attach a neck brace.

The two females are in a panic, as the camera eats up every over dramatic moment. "What is wrong with that girl?" one of them questions, as the other one shakes her head, uncertain of what to think. "I don't know but, she is a monster!" the other girl says as the first The first nods. "That's right... I mean, I have never seen a man so sexy!" She say. The other looks to her, appalled. "Well, you better back off because, he is all mine."

The two women look to one other, both irritated, and looking as if they are about to have a physical altercation but, NEW goes to a commercial.

[Written by Mitch Allen]
ROGER WRIGHT VS CHEF ROBERTO
1 vs 1
Roger Wright VS Chef Roberto


Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first already in the ring, straight out of the kitchen he weighs in tonight at 236 pounds, this is CHEF Roberto!!!!!!!! And his opponent, from Weberville, Texas he weighs in tonight at 231 pounds, this is Roger WRIGHT!!!!

A Sharp laugh rings out through the arena as the instrumental opening to Kickin it in the Sticks by Brantley Gilbert hits the PA. Out from the back walks Roger Wright. For a moment he stops on top of the ramp as the fans bath him in a chorus of boos and cheers. Wearing a big smile, Roger makes his way down to the ring, his walk matching the beat of the song until he reaches the ring, where he slides in under the bottom rope and crosses to the far corner. Mounting the middle rope, Roger points to the fans and then to himself, jawing with them as he makes the gestures, finally dropping down and waiting for the match to begin.

Vince Walters: Roberto picked up a huge win last week against Nocturnal and is looking to make it two in a row over members of Terror Dome with a win here tonight.

Chris Styles: Well I happen to have a long history with Roger Wright and he used to be a personal hero of mine and he is going to be a little harder to keep down then Nocturnal was.

Jill Mathews: Don't just pass Nocturnal off as an after thought, that was a huge win for Roberto and he has an equally big mountain to climb here tonight.

Vince Walters: Never really been a big fan of Roger personally but he has seemed to have gotten a bit of swag back lately. You have to wonder if the allegations against him from Hunter Valentyne are going to serve as a distraction tonight.

Chris Styles: He better hope not, or else he is going to get the wrong end of a spatula...prolly up his ass knowing how crazy the chef is.

Jill Mathews: Well enough talk, lets get this thing going.....


!!!!!!!!!!DING DING DING!!!!!!!!


As the bell rang, Roger charged at Roberto but the chef dropped down to the mat and Roger had to leap over him as he hit the ropes. Roger bounces back and now the chef leaps up and jumps over the head of Roger and he hits the ropes again. Roger has a full head of steam as he comes back at Roberto and this time the chef leaps up and plants both boots right into the charging chest of Roger with a drop kick that takes him down. Roberto is back up on his feet and posturing to the crowd as Roger begins to get up mad at himself as he seems distracted. Roberto now turns and lets loose with a chop right across the chest of Roger that echoes through the arena and then follows up with a second chop and as Roger was covering his chest, Roberto springs forward with a good old fashioned thumb to the right eye as the ref throws his hands up in the air.

Vince Walters: Roberto better be careful before he gets disqualified, this is not one of those all rules are off types of matches.

Chris Styles: Well he just got warned, we will see what happens if he breaks the rules again.

Roberto now comes back at Roger who is still holding his eye and now scoops him up with a slam and puts his back first on the mat with a thud. Roberto plays to the crowd before running off the ropes, jumping over Roger, hitting the ropes again, jumping over Roger again, hitting the first set of ropes a second time and then finally jumping up in the air and landing butt first on the chest of Wright with a huge butt drop. Roberto holds his position on the chest of Roger as we have our first pin attempt of the match.

1..........2...kick out!

Jill Mathews: Roger definitely seems off his game tonight a bit but he has got to find a way to get his head back in this or Roberto is about to have a second straight big win.

As Roberto gets up on his feet to argue with the ref, Roger rolls over on his stomach to avoid another pinning predicament. Roberto has three fingers held up to the ref as he looks down and smiles seeing Roger on his stomach. Roberto quickly falls down on top of Roger and begins to roll back and forth across the body of Roger before getting up and beginning to dance around much to the delight of the crowd.

Vince Walters: The rolling pin from Chef Roberto

Chris Styles: I swear that is the dumbest fucking move I have ever seen

Roberto is still dancing around as Roger has gotten up to his feet and he seems none to pleased. Roberto turns around in mid dance move and Roger just decks him with a hard right hand that puts Roberto on his back. Roberto pops back up and right into another hard right from Roger that takes him down yet again. Roger grabs Roberto by the back of the head and pulls him up to his feet and right into a swinging neck breaker that puts him right back down. Roger now hooks the leg of Roberto for a pin attempt of his own.

1....kick out!

Both men get up to their feet but it is Roger who grabs a hold of Roberto and spins into a belly to belly suplex to puts the chef right back down. Roger now hits the ropes and drops a knee across the face of Roberto. The chef begins to roll away before Roger can grab him again and is able to get out onto the apron as Roger gets up to his feet in the ring. Roberto makes his way up on the apron and Roger goes to grab him but Roberto answers with a huge elbow right to the face of Roger. Roberto now grabs the head of Roger and pulls it down across the top rope and Roger staggers back into the middle of the ring holding his throat.

Jill Mathews: This could be the window for Roberto to pull something big off

Vince Walters: As long as its not his pants I'm fine with that

Roberto now has a firm grip on the top rope with both hands as he waits for Roger to turn around and as he does, Roberto pulls himself up and springs off the top rope and propels himself at Roger...but Roger counters and catches him in a high collar before lifting him up and dropping him across his knee with a huge back breaker!

Chris Styles: WRIGHT OF WAY!!!!!!!

Jill Mathews: This could be it for the chef is Roger can get the pin

Vince Walters: Oh what the fuck is this now?

As Roger is about to hook the leg of Roberto, the music of Ryan Pugh hits over the loud speakers and out onto the stage walks Ryan Pugh himself. Roger now gets up off the mat and walks to the ropes with a look of complete disgust and anger in his eyes as he yells up the ramp at Pugh. Pugh simply smiles as he holds up what looks to be a time card with Roger's name and picture on it. Roger is completely focused on Pugh at Roberto now comes up behind him and rolls him up with a school boy and has Roger's shoulders on the mat.

1.................2....................3!!! NO!!!!!!!!

Roger got his shoulder up at the very last minute to avoid defeat much to the dismay of Pugh. Both men fight back up to their feet as Roberto charges forward with a clothesline but Roger ducks it. Roberto turns back to Roger and....WRIGHT STUFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Roger hooks the leg of Roberto as he looks up the stage at Pugh.

1............2..............3!!!!!!!!!

Tom Davis: And your winner.......Roger WRIGHT!!!!!!!!!

Jill Mathews: No thanks to Pugh, Roger has picked up a big win on his way to Justice but I have a feeling this whole thing is far from over.

Vince Walters: You know what? Right now I am a huge Roger Wright fan because anyone that sticks it to Pugh is alright in my book!

Chris Styles: Watch your fucking mouth Vince

Roger is now staring a hole in Pugh who is still waving the time card in the air as a preverbal trump card of sorts. All of a sudden there is a commotion coming from the crowd as Hunter Valentyne comes charging right by the announce table and sliding into the ring. Before Roger could even react Hunter just blasts him right in the back of the head with a huge forearm shot that drops Roger against the ropes and then to the mat.

Jill Mathews: Oh come on now

Hunter is now stomping the hell out of Roger as Pugh begins to saunter down the ramp with a big smile on his face. Hunter is fired up as he walks away from Roger and takes his shirt of in anger and throws it into the crowd. Hunter now goes back to Roger and pulls him up to his feet and stuffs his head between his legs and goes to hook his arms but Roger is able to counter and now back drops Hunter to get him a little breathing room.

Vince Walters: This doesn't look good for Roger though, it is still about to be two on one

Chris Styles: You damn right it is and you Don't cross the fucking boss son

Pugh now hops up on the apron only to take a hard right from Roger that stops him in his tracks. Hunter is now back up and charges Roger but Roger moves out of the way and Hunter nails Pugh full speed and Pugh goes flying off the apron and down to the floor off the miscue. Hunter throws his hands up in the air in frustration and then turns around and right into a WRIGHT STUFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Roger now rolls out of the ring as Pugh is getting back up on his feet on the outside and Roger hops the barricade and escapes into the crowd as Pugh is having a temper tantrum.

Jill Mathews: Not only a big win for Roger Wright tonight but he also just got one up on Pugh and Hunter.

Vince Walters: Roger Wright might just be my new favorite wrestler

Chris Styles: He will fucking get his, if Hunter wasn't such a fuck up he would have just got his damn it!
Now it's time for me yep looking at mah bad batman watch time for me to handle some more business yah heard!

Vince Walters: There goes the village idiot who doesn't even have a watch his name is Chris Styles.....

[Written By Pugh]
Winner
Roger Wright
Loser
Chef Roberto
Outcome
Pinfall
NEW WORLD TITLE MAIN EVENT LAST MAN STANDING MATCH
1 vs 1
Ryan Pugh VS Tristan Ambrose

Vince Walters: Right let’s see about getting onto our next match, this is our main event of the evening.

Jill Matthews: Ryan Pugh versus Tristian Ambrose, World Heavyweight Championship match.

Vince Walters: Last Man Standing too.

Jill Matthews [Shaking her head]: This is going to be good.

Vince Walters: Okay let’s end these pleasantries but something seems to be going on backstage.

The camera pans up backstage first revealing the NEW World Heavyweight Championship belt around someone’s waist then panning back to reveal Ryan Pugh. He is walking down the corridor just outside the locker rooms. He suddenly stops and the camera pans around revealing Tristian Ambrose stood before him. The referee gets between them holding them apart.

Vince Walters: Why doesn't he let them go so they can get it on?

Pugh unclips the belt and holds it up before him showing it to Ambrose.

Pugh: You don't deserve even to kiss my boots kid, what thinks you've got enough stroke in this company to face someone like me? Do you want to get fired?

Ambrose: Shut up, this about that belt and that belt alone.

Pugh nods and passes the belt to the referee. And suddenly spins and launches a right hand straight into the side of Ambrose’s head.

Ambrose retaliates in throwing a right across Pugh’s jaw. Pugh staggers backward, and has no time to put up a defence, as Ambrose curls his right fist and sends it into Pugh’s gut. He doubles over in immense pain, as Ambrose grabs him by his beard, and runs him face first into the wall. Ambrose smile’s as he stomps the fallen Pugh. The referee tries to get in between them as he's not going to have that sort of action as this is a wrestling match.

Vince Walters: What? The referee should be fired.........Let them fight, there both hard-core brawlers for.........

Jill Matthews: Let me interrupt you there Vince. This is a match for the World title, NOT the X-Core title.

Pugh uses the wall to make his way back to a vertical base. He turns and has a sinister smile upon his face as he looks at Ambrose. Nodding he charges towards him grabbing him around the waist lifting him up and continuing backwards into the wall. He turns and charges towards one of the locker room doors still carrying Ambrose and charges, straight through the door. Ambrose goes flying backwards and lands directly at the feet of Pugh’s tag partner Inkt. Inkt looks directly into the eyes of Pugh and laughs before starting to lay the boots into Ambrose. Pugh distracts the referee while Inkt pick up Ambrose and give him left and rights.

Jill Matthews: Hey that isn't fair. The tag champions need to be taught a lesson.

Vince Walters: You going to do it?

The referee forces Pugh out of the way and threatens Inkt that doing anymore and he will be stripped of his title belt. Inkt flips off the referee as he throws Ambrose back out of the door. Pugh laughs as he grabs hold of Ambrose and throws him down the corridor towards the arena's restaurant. Pugh reaches out and grabs Ambrose by the throat. He stalls for a second before picking him up over his head and pressing him. He walks towards the restaurant glass door inside the arena and throws him through it, shattering the glass; People who are eating jump from their seats and run away from the action. Pugh puts his head through the gap and shouts, “Here’s Pugh!!!”

Vince Walters: Ryan Pugh doing Jack Nicholson!!!

Jill Matthews: Let them get out of here so they can start this match off officially.

Pugh walks to the now empty frame and climbs on it then gets inside the restaurant. He grabs a waiter's tray and slams it onto the back of Ambrose's head sending him back to the ground. Pugh picks him up and gives him a choke slam through a table and his body destroys the table.

Jill Matthews: Why isn't the referee doing anything about this?

Vince Walters: He's giving them a little bit of slack as Pugh is the boss.

Jill Matthews: Slack?

Pugh looks down at his opponent. Pugh grabs him by the neck and throws him at the counter, knocking the things on it all over the floor. Pugh goes to the kitchen and reappears moments later with a pot that has steam coming out of it. He looks for Ambrose, but he has moved on him. He turns around and Ambrose delivers a boot knocking a whole pot of steaming hot soup over Pugh's body.

Jill Matthews: Ow, that's got to hurt.

Vince Walters: Especially as that was part of Pugh's post match snack.

Ambrose grabs hold of Pugh by the neck and leads the burnt Pugh out of the restaurant and towards the arena itself. He takes him left down a corridor before stopping and looking around.

Vince Walters: Ambrose seems to be lost or something?

The referee points towards the right where the entrance way is. Ambrose with Pugh in tow heads that way. Pugh reverses the hold and slams Ambrose onto the floor. Pugh doesn't take his eyes off of the referee. Pugh shrugs his shoulders and picks up Ambrose and throws him through the curtains to the entrance ramp.

Vince Walters: Here they are.

Jill Matthews: Now the fun begins.

Pugh grabs hold of Ambrose and sets him up for a Pugh Bomb. He lifts him up and launches him with his finisher onto the metal ramp way. Bang!!!!! He hits it perfectly also busting Ambrose open in the process. Blood drips down from a gash above his eye. It runs down across his left eye blurring his vision from it.

Vince Walters: Sneaky but good. All he needs is to make sure he was the last man standing to win.

He slowly walks towards the ring waving at the crowd who are booing him. He grabs the ropes and goes get into the ring but is grabbed from behind. And power bombed onto the concrete outside the ring. Ambrose then groggily rolls into the ring getting the match started officially. He sits down in the corner trying to regain his composure. While this is happening Pugh is slowly getting back to his feet using the barrier as help. Angrily he looks up at Ambrose in the ring and stamps his feet. He charges the ring and rolls in only to be met by a leg drop from Ambrose. He suddenly makes a grab for Pugh and locks in an arm bar submission. Screaming Pugh tries to roll out of it but Ambrose hangs on and Pugh screams really loud.

Jill Matthews: He can’t win the match that way.

Vince Walters: Yeah but he can hurt the champ.

Ambrose eventually lets go. Both Ambrose and Pugh slowly get to their feet and face each other, both knowing that this is it. Pugh picks Ambrose up and he whips him into the ropes and as Ambrose comes running back towards Pugh who catches him with a spinning choke slam. Pugh then grabs Ambrose up and kicks him in the stomach and then he hits him with a DDT. Pugh stands back and points to the referee.

...........1

.............2

Ambrose gets up. Pugh grabs Ambrose by his hair and pulls him fully up to his feet and then he kicks him in the stomach once again and he locks him ready for the Pugh Bomb once again, but as he is about to slam Ambrose down to the mat, Ambrose reverses the move and he connects with a big time ddt of his own and then points to the referee.

…………1

…………….2

……………….3

Pugh slowly gets up. He slowly approaches the centre of the ring, as Ambrose stares at him. Ambrose pushes Pugh lightly. Pugh laughs out loud and punches Ambrose in the jaw knocking him down.

Jill Matthews: Cheap shot!!!!

Vince Walters: Whatever!!

Ambrose crawls over to the corner, but cannot escape the onslaught of Pugh. Pugh quickly pulls Ambrose to his feet and corners him at the turnbuckle. Pugh sends numerous hard rights into Ambrose's body, each punch sending more pain throughout Ambrose's body than the last hit. Pugh finally stops his fist assault and grabs Ambrose by the arm. Pugh pulls Ambrose forward and whips him to the opposite end of the ring, right into the opposite corner. He charges towards Ambrose with a clothesline, but instead of contacting his attack, Ambrose lifts his boot and smashes it into the face of Pugh, causing him to stagger backward. Ambrose sees his opening and quickly charges into Pugh with a standing clothesline, knocking Pugh down hard.

Vince Walters: Ouch!

Jill Matthews: You can say that again…..But don’t!

Ambrose gets to his feet and pulls Pugh up along with him, immediately Pugh sends a hard elbow into the stomach of Ambrose...doubling over the shocked Ambrose. Pugh then grabs him by the head and drives his knee into the face of Ambrose, knocking him on the mat. Ambrose crawls back over to the ropes, but has absolutely no time to regain his strength, because immediately, Pugh begins to stomp down upon his chest cavity, smashing in more and more. Pugh stops the assault and looks at the crowd and laughs in their general direction.

Vince Walters: Pugh is in control!!!!

Ambrose sees his opportunity and quickly sends his elbow crashing into Pugh's groin. Pugh falls to his knees and lets out a painful moan, as Ambrose regains his feet and smacks Pugh in the face with a flying sidekick, sending Pugh on his back. Ambrose looks at the crowd for approval, and gets just that! The crowd goes ballistic for Ambrose as he showboats for the crowd. Ambrose pulls Pugh to his feet and quickly locks Pugh in a headlock. Pugh quickly reverses by sending Ambrose to the ropes. Pugh turns a full 360, attempts a Clothesline, but Ambrose ducks the attempt and drives Pugh down with a DDT. The fans jump up as Ambrose points once again at the referee.

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He gets up on the outside, and scratches his head in confusion at the power of Pugh, but shrugs it off and returns to the ring...where he is met with a VERY powerful brain buster that lands Ambrose directly on the top of his head. Ambrose falls to the mat, as Pugh looks over at the crowd and back at the fallen Ambrose. Pugh bounces off the ropes, measures Ambrose up and drops a leg right into the face of Ambrose. Pugh looks at the fallen Ambrose once more, and watches as he holds his face in pain. Pugh then looks at the top rope, and actually nods his head as he runs towards the corner and climbs up to the top.

Jill Matthews: What's he up to?

Vince Walters: Don't ask me!! I just know Pugh DOESN'T go to the top rope often?

The fans look on as Pugh raises leaps off the ropes with a Diving Head butt. The force behind the top rope move is so great, that Pugh himself is hurt...especially since all he contacts with is the hard mat. Ambrose has rolled out of the way just in time. Ambrose rolls to the apron and scales the Top Rope himself. The fans blast him with cheers, as Ambrose stands on the top rope and begin shouting at Pugh...finally he leaps off with a head butt of his own. The fans jump to their feet, as the impact causes him to jump in the air and crash down on Pugh again. He climbs off of Pugh, as the referee runs to the scene and starts the count.

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..........Suddenly, out of nowhere, Pugh kips up and clotheslines Ambrose down all in a split second. He stands back and waits for the referee.

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Ambrose slowly gets to his feet. Pugh charges Ambrose, but he side steps the attack. Pugh bounces off the ropes and looks for a clothesline, but Ambrose ducks the shot and bounces off the ropes himself. Now both Pugh and Ambrose bounce off the ropes and charge right at one another...both go for a High Cross Body and crash into one another in mid-air. Thankfully for Pugh, he has more force behind his attack that forces Pugh to land onto Ambrose for splash.

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......... Ambrose gets to his feet.

Jill Matthews: This is looking to be a classic war for both opponents.

Pugh looks out at the crowd as they boo him, but is quickly flat on his face after a drop toe hold by Ambrose. He then attempts a Camel Clutch Submission on Pugh, but Pugh quickly grabs Ambrose by his hair and slams him down with a modified snap mare takedown. Ambrose is shocked, but won't give in, as he looks up at Pugh, and hits him with the chop. Pugh staggers backward, holding his chest in pain, as Ambrose gets back to his feet and measures out Pugh. Pugh staggers a bit forward and throws a punch at his opponent, as Ambrose quickly slams him down with a snap belly to belly suplex.

Vince Walters: This is actually amazing.

Jill Matthews: We agree for once.

Ambrose gets right back to his feet and looks on the cheering crowd...and hears the cheers go nuts as he starts to stalk Pugh. Pugh begins to get up dazed, as Ambrose begins to stalk him. He moves in closer as Pugh begins to slowly get to his feet, oblivious to what he has planned. Ambrose is now stood in front of him waiting for him to get to his feet.......LOW BLOW!!!!!!

Jill Matthews: Pugh was playing Possum!!!!

Ambrose rolls around on the mat for a while as Pugh goads the crowd on.....but suddenly Ambrose kips up and points at Pugh shaking his head.

Jill Matthews: That seems vaguely familiar?

Vince Walters: Is it from one of your old movies?

Jill Matthews: I do hate you!!!

Shocked Pugh rushes over to him and throws a right, which is caught. Ambrose grabs Pugh in a head lock and Bull Dogs him off out of the corner. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and puts out his arms and launches himself forward with a head butt. The crowds go wild as he launches himself. He lands and connects. Ambrose rolls out of the ring as the referee jumps towards Pugh.

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Pugh slowly gets to his feet.

Vince Walters: This is awesome.

Jill Matthews: True story.

Ambrose sees that Pugh is up in the ring and Springboards over the top rope into a clothesline and then charges towards the other side of the ring and drop kicks him in the head. He smiles, and stares around as the fans cheer him relentlessly. He shrugs his shoulders, and limps towards the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up slowly as the fans explode into very loud cheers. When he reaches the top, he looks at the crowd, and begins pumping his arms in time with the cheers at them. He turns around to face his opponent, but his posing has cost him: Pugh is up. He smiles as Ambrose stares at him for a second with a look of shock, and Pugh promptly charges up the turnbuckle and launches Ambrose up and over with a super plex. Ambrose’s eyes roll up, as he crash lands on the mat but Pugh grabs him, and flips him onto his shoulders so it is shoulder to shoulder. He moves away from the centre of the ring, quickly drives Ambrose's head first onto the mat with a muscle buster, but at the last moment Ambrose reverses the move with a Flipping Ace Crusher. The fans explode into chants of "Holy Shit!!!”

Vince Walters: Holy Shit!!!! Most definitely!!!

Pugh gets to his feet slowly; he looks pissed off with not being able to put away Ambrose by now. He grabs Ambrose and choke slams him to the mat.

Jill Matthews: Pugh is getting frustrated.

Pugh stands back as the referee goes for the count.

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Jill Matthews: Nicely done.

Both men slowly get to their feet starring at each other, both show signs of fatigue from the match, both busted open badly. What is keeping both men standing is probably the adrenalin. They charge each other and begin to exchange rights and lefts each taking more out of each other. Pugh hits Ambrose with a knee lift and grabs Ambrose by the throat. Lifting him up Pugh military presses him above his head, slowly walking towards the ring ropes he goes to launch Ambrose out of the ring; the problem is Ambrose hangs on and they both go over the top rope.

Jill Matthews: Ambrose is a good competitor.

Vince Walters: But is he as good as Ryan Pugh?

Both men are slowly getting up on the outside. Ambrose rolls into the ring and the referee goes to check on him.

Jill Matthews: Who’s this?

A man with a hooded on jumps over the barrier; he sees Pugh down and lifts his arm up high. He is holding a steel pipe.

Vince Walters: Who the hell is that?

Jill Matthews: He needs to get out of here. SECURITY!

The hooded man reins blows down on Pugh’s left leg. Pugh rolls round in agony as he tries to cover up. The man grabs hold of Pugh and throws him into the ring as Security come running down the ramp way.

Jill Matthews: Get him out of here!

The man walks up the ramp way pushing through the security. He turns around to the ring and drops his hood.

Vince Walters: OH MY GOD!!!! It’s Jesse Styles!!!

Jill Matthews: Why did he do that?

Ambrose pushes the referee out of the way and runs in and lifts Pugh up and hits him with the Violent Crown!! The referee begins the count.

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Jill Matthews: OH MY GOD!! Tristian Ambrose has done it!!!

Vince Walters: Oh my god! What a main event we’ve seen here.

Jill Matthews: I'm going to have a heart attack!!!

Vince Walters: It is amazing what these two will do to their own bodies to punish the other for that title.

Jill Matthews: We have a new World Champion. Too bad Jesse Styles had to interfere.

Tom Davis: And your winner and new NEW World Heavyweight Champion…….Tristian Ambrose!!!

The referee hands the title belt to Tristian who embraces it and falls to his knee's!

Vince Walters: Quite the match indeed but honestly I feel no pitty for Ryan Pugh he should of accepted Jesse's challenge by now and none of this would of went down.

Jill Mathews: Well rather you like it not Vince Tristian Ambrose did a great job tonight with or without Jesse's help and also something I know you won't like me saying is what a great champion Ryan Pugh was considering how many title defenses and how long he held that belt. Now before you can even get a word in this is Jill Mathews a long with Vince Walters saying good night everyone!!!!

[Written by Noc]
Winner
Tristan Ambrose
Loser
Ryan Pugh
Outcome
Count Out