Post by Jesse Styles on Jul 7, 2013 18:17:31 GMT -6
The IGNITE Video and Opening song plays as Ignite hits the airwaves once again on Showtime. As we cut in live we see a close up of Vince Walters and Jill Matthews at the announce table.
Vince Walters: Welcome to NEW: Ignite. This historic show on the eve of our trip across the border for NEW: Annihilation. This is sure to be an awesome show.
Jill Matthews: That is correct. We’ve got Ryan Pugh going against Unstable’s Nathan for the NEW TA Championship belt.
Vince Walters: Not to mention Nathan’s teammate’s Nocturnal and Seth Iser putting their NEW World Heavyweight Tag Championship belts on the line against the members of Phoenix, Bobby Backdoor and Tha Joka.
Jill Matthews: So true.
Vince Walters: But would Nocturnal be doing that if he hadn’t been put on the spot by Ryan Pugh?
Jill Matthews: We will never know.
Vince Walters: Definitely going to be a great match though.
Jill Matthews: But on a serious note. We have to bring you some breaking news. Former NEW wrestler Adrien Specter’s body was found in a hotel room in Bangkok last night. He had been there on a wrestling legends tour with other former superstars like Ophellia Pain, Shane Sparx and Judas Dathan.
Vince Walters: It is a great loss to the wrestler world. He was found bound in his hotel room and foul play has not been ruled out as a red dress was found with him.
Jill Matthews: Early police reports say it was auto-erotic asphyxiation. There will be more information on our website.
Vince Walters: Once again, we’d like to send our regards to his family.
The lights go out.
Vince Walters: What’s going on?
The crowd leans forward.
The Big Screen comes to life with just static. The static seems to zoom back, revealing a television. A small blonde haired girl, Heather O'Rourke, sits looking at the television. She seems mesmerized by the static on her television. Craig T. Nelson and Jo Beth Williams are standing behind her. She slowly raises her hands and places them on the screen of the television.
Craig T. Nelson: Carol Anne, what is it, honey?
Jo Beth Williams: Baby, are you ok?
The girl slowly turns her head back to them.
Heather O'Rourke (Carol Anne): They're here...
Deep shadow covers the screen.
Parts of the screen slowly lighten up to reveal what appears to be a silhouette.
In darkness, a blood curdling cacophony: the squeal of unoiled winches, the rasp of hooks and razors being sharpened; and worse, and the howl of tormented souls. Above this din one particular victim yells for mercy with a mixture of tears and roars of rage.
Now the Screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.
On the screen is a close up of an eye. Inside that eye is the sentence reflected in reverse: "Your Worse Nightmare Is Back." The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. Suddenly the lights go out. Suddenly the screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it. Chanting begins from what seems nowhere.
It's not the moon at all, they realize. The shape is round like a full moon, but it seems to be made up of thin ribbons of cloud streaking against a night sky. And there's a face, we see, a face hidden in shadows, looking down from above. The picture has a grainy look to it as it changes. The scene is of a young girl sitting in a chair in a straight-jacket behind her stood to her left is a Doctor. The nerve-wracking grating as if of some giant metallic insect sounds in the background, but the young girl doesn't seem to notice. The Doctor stood to the left of the girl suddenly changes position from the left part of the picture, to the right. Almost instantly the Doctor returns to its original position, but in that one moment in its changed location we see a huge man with a shadow covering his face. The young girl turns towards where that figure stood, and smiles.
The screen next becomes a twitching, undulating impenetrable sea of the kanji characters used in the Japanese language. The viewers can pick out only a few things recognizable in English:
"Run whilst you still can."
Now the screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.
On the big screen is a close up on inhuman, alien-looking eye. Inside that eye a single word is reflected in reverse: Pain. The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. It changes and we see a long shot of an outdoor, swimming pool, the man with the shadows for a face is swimming in it and the straight jacket young girl sits by it.
The arena drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Orange strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The whole top of the entrance way bursts into a circle of flames.
Slowly rising directly through the flames in a wheel chair; Sitting upon it is a monster criss-crossed from head to toe with the scars of a thousand battles. Upon his head is a mask.
Vince Walters: Word’s cannot bring justice to what we are seeing.
Jill Matthews: True.
Vince Walters: We’ve not seen him since his epic match with Matthew Slater a few weeks back.
The wheel chair rises fully onto the ramp way. It is none other than the Sadistic Bastard, Nocturnal. Nocturnal then raises his massive arms above his head in an age-old gesture of defiance and supremacy as phosphorus flames blast in twin columns to the heavens behind the throne. Flames surround the wheelchair.
Vince Walters: One half of the NEW World Heavyweight Tag Champions is trying to intimidate everyone.
Jill Matthews: If anyone could do that it would be him.
Behind him are none other than his sister Emily and his NEW Tag Championship partner Seth Iser. Nocturnal sits motionless, emotionless. Then on some unseen signal Emily launches him forward into the flames without a seconds thought, his dark eyes glaze over. He sits with his arms outstretched like a crucifixion; Flames lick around his head and engulfs his clothing, yet he emerges from the other side unscathed. "Narcissistic Cannibal" by Korn starts blaring out.
Laughing sadistically as he is slowly pushed by Emily towards the ring ignoring the cheers from the crowd. Nocturnal, dressed in a retro "SIX" T-shirt. As he passes a camera he stops and looks directly into the lens. He has the look of an arrogant champion on his face. Seth has a look of disdain for all those around him.
Nocturnal rolls between the ropes with the help of his sister as the ring crew put his wheel chair into the ring. With one hand, reaches up to the mask and pulls it free. His face is pale and drawn; his cheeks are covered in scars and intricate arcane designs. He nods his head and sits in the middle of the ring as pyros explode behind the group.
The smoke clears in the ring, Emily leans over the ropes and grabs a microphone off of one of the ring crew. She returns to the centre of the ring tapping the microphone making sure it is working; she hands it to her brother. He looks around the arena awaiting the people to be quiet so he can talk.
Vince Walters: Nocturnal seems to be wanting to talk.
Jill Matthews: Shush! I want to hear him.
Nocturnal: So a couple of weeks ago I did something that no one else has managed to do lately. I took the NEW World Heavyweight Champion to the limit.
A chant of “Nocturnal” goes around the arena.
Nocturnal sadistically smiles as he sits in the wheel chair.
Nocturnal: I shouldn’t really be out here at all. But some ass hole back stage needed to have some kind of red neck intervention and decided that it would be cool to fuck with Unstable; Namely Ryan Pugh.
Nocturnal sits still for a few seconds before smiling.
A cheer goes up.
Nocturnal: So Pugh thinks by ordering me to be here to face some guys that won some kind of Gauntlet match will make me quake in my boots with fear? Does he not know who he is messing with? I am Nocturnal.
Nocturnal smirks.
Nocturnal: Seth and I are supposed to lie down and take it like some two-bit whore as he fucks the both of us over and steals our gold straps? I don’t think so.
He looks into the camera and smiles.
Nocturnal: You see Nocturnal is tired of those restraints; he is tired of being treated like shit here in NEW, worse than shit. Hell there so scared of green lighting his push. I have come a long way. And now I want it all……….Cowardly fucks. You see Nocturnal is now free from it all. He’s going to take his career in his own hands. So next week at NEW: Annihilation I want you Ryan Pugh, one on one in this ring. Have you got the balls to face me or are they still in the trailer park?
He shrugs.
Nocturnal: Do you think that he’ll have the guts to face me in Mexico? I don’t think so. Then there are the other two fuckers that keep getting in my way…….
He pauses trying to remember something.
Nocturnal: We have Group Therapy.
He smiles as he looks out at the crowd.
Nocturnal: This roster is full of pathetic wastes of space that are stealing air from Nocturnal’s lungs. Look at Group Therapy………….
The crowd boo.
Nocturnal: You know of them? They think that the quickest way of getting at Jesse Styles is to destroy everything before them. Tha Joka wants to make a name for himself off of my back. He’s just a blatant rip off of me which I should have stopped encouraging when he was brought into SIX. If he wants to be me he should go out and buy some Nocturnal merchandise; which incidentally is available at Newedgewrestling.net
He smiles into the camera.
Nocturnal: But is anyone mentally prepared for what is to come? Bobby? Do you believe you are ready for what I going to happen? Do you? Yes? So stick that deep into that grey matter of yours and make sure it sticks. Any other thoughts of screwing me over are going to get you cold slabbed, toe tagged and mailed home to your momma in a plastic bag…….Are we crystal?
He passes the microphone to Seth and rolls the wheelchair to the corner.
Seth Iser: Listen to every word…Nocturnal says…and I demand you also give me the same treatment because…I’m only going to say what I have to say once.
The crowd which had treated Nocturnal very warmly as a whole is giving Iser a much colder treatment with a louder smattering of boos and the occasional cheer just because of who he’ll be facing. The face on Iser twists to a very hideous and sadistic glare. The newly added purple streaks in Iser hair just help enhance the otherworldly menace he puts forth.
Seth Iser: If there was a funeral for Adrian Specter for starters…the only contribution I’d provide for it…is a drink after he’s well and buried because that’s all he deserves from yours truly.
A smattering of boos for the unworldly statement follows while Nocturnal has an almost gleeful grin over the statement…Iser, however, is just laser like in his focus.
Seth Iser: But as for tonight…and much more important things in the here and now…we have two men….who want to loot everything from the Kingdom that they can get their grubby hands on. Their goal is to rape, pillage and plunder everything until they have these straps of gold around their waist…and this federation ceases to exist.
The tangent is interrupted by a profane and loud ‘FUCK YOU BACKDOOR’ chant that just rattles through Petco Park. There’s a darkened expression over Iser’s face at the chant though and once it dies down he just leans over the ropes.
Seth Iser: You’re trying to get on my good side when just last week…you SAME sheep chanted that I deserved to have my house broken into by a seven foot animal. You really think I’m like my deceased parents and will just turn the other cheek so willingly? Concepts like that…that you people violate even after you make said agreement time and time again…just because big brother pulls the fucking strings and tells you to do so anyway. How dare you even show yourselves in front of me after that display when I should lynch every one of you in this god damned building.
The boo birds are loud and thunderous after that one statement though Iser’s glare just pierces through it all. With a shake of the head after things die down from the audience perspective…that glare at least softens a notch.
Seth Iser: Now…its sort of fitting that Backdoor and Joka are mad at the same system…but when they take it out…they’re just going to create the same form of corruption just for themselves…and the proof of the change would be them trying to take these championships away from us. That goes against…what we…of Unstable…are made of and our mold and we can’t allow that to happen.
Finally, a semblance of a sinister smile…comes across Iser’s face…as if he’s just changed to another gear in his own head.
Seth Iser: But…let me make one thing…perfectly clear. Backdoor…Joka…you two want to take away these tag team championships…but as it stands right now…Nocturnal and I are the best tag team in the world today…and while you might claim…you have a bond of wanting to destroy this company…that eviscerates…when the rest of the group realizes that the money goes away if you succeed and tonight…
A sinister laugh finally escapes from Iser that cuts right to the bone.
Seth Iser: …you’re going to find out that whatever bond you two have…can’t match up to the bond of blood brothers and sisters that is…UnStable…and god have mercy on your souls…because you know damn well with every bit of venom that flows through our veins…that we will not.
Suddenly the rolling bass line for "Meet The Monster" by Five Finger Death Punch begins playing. At the first scream, Joka comes out pushing Bobby Backdoor in a wheelchair. The crowd don't know how to react but they still snarl at the mortal enemies of New Edge Wrestling. Joka wheels Bobby to the top of the ramp as pink and green strobes begin flashing on the stage. Bobby leans foward painfully as he stares down UnStable. Joka lets go of the wheelchair and reaches down, unhooking his cheese grater from his belt. He points to Seth Iser and then points to the cheese grater.
Jill Matthews: How is Bobby even able to sit in that chair after last week... AND how are these men going to have a Title Match when one-half of both teams are wheelchair bound!?
Vince: Let them injure themselves more. They are doing the Styles Mafia a favor by tearing themselves up tonight.
Joka puts the handle of the rusty cheese grater into his mouth as he takes ahold of Bobby's wheelchair and wheels him down the ramp. The crowd are vicious as they boo both men relentlessy. Group Therapy finally gets to the ring and Joka helps his tag team partner into the ring. Ring Crew try to help Joka bring the wheelchair into the ring but Joka snarls at them like an animal, the cheese grater still in his mouth. Joka lifts the heavy wheelchair above his head and sets it in the ring as he enters. Bobby sits back down as Joka walks up beside him, staring a hole into Seth Iser as Bobby does the same and stares a hole into Nocturnal. Joka grabs a microphone out of his back pocket as he steps forward, getting closer to Iser. Joka then turns his head and stares down at Nocturnal, who is staring a hole right back into Bobby.
Joka: When are you gonna get it through your thick skull homie? I don't want to join SIX... so stop emailing me bro!
Nocturnal looks up at Joka shocked and his face quickly turn to that of anger as Bobby smirks. Seth Iser is furious as Joka giggles maliciously. Joka looks out into the crowd as some of the audience begins laughing.
Jill Matthews: As far as I can remember, Joka never did join Nocturnals SIX Army. He disappeared right after his turn.
Vince Walters: I'm surprised you can remember back that far!
Joka bends down and looks at Nocturnal who is fuming. Emily is moving closer to Nocturnal as she eyes Joka up and down.
Joka: Oh I'm sorry Noc! I forgot. You're so old... you probably don't know how to send an email.
The crowd giggle as Seth Iser is stomping his feet on the mat and pacing back and forth. Bobby begins laughing as Joka looks down at his tag partner.
Joka: You're so old Noc... I bet your childhood journal was written on a cave wall!
The crowd begins laughing more as Bobby burst into hysterical laughter.
Jill Matthews: He's funny!
Vince Walters: Funny Looking!
Joka reaches down and gets into Nocturnals face. Nocturnal looks back up at him as both men stare intently at each other. Seth Iser and Emily are an inch away from reacting.
Joka: Nocturnal... you are so OLD... that you WOULD think everyone is a carbon copy of you! I've been in this business almost as long as you... and I've made bigger men than you bleed by my hands.
Joka cocks back up with a goffy look on his face as he looks out into the audience.
Joka: Just ask Seth over here!
Seth is furious and gets up into Joka's face, yelling at him as the more of the crowd begins laughing. Joka stares at Seth and brings the microphone up to his mouth slowly.
Joka: Call your dog off Noc... or I'll make him bleed... AGAIN!
Joka lowers his arms and Bobby grabs the microphone out of his hands as he smiles sadistically at Seth. The two men continue to star ay each other as Bobby puts the microphone up to his mouth.
Backdoor: Wow, Nocturnal...Seth Iser. It's feeling like a bit of a PWE reunion here. I'm feeling pretty emotional about it. Joka?
Joka reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief and hands it to Bobby, who mockingly dabs at his eyes with it.
Backdoor: It's an interesting thing, standing across from two men I used to admire a lot. Two men I used to have the utmost respect for. But time changes things. In PWE, you two were warriors, crown jewels of the roster. I looked up to you. But things change. New Edge Wrestling killed PWE and you two ended up here, willingly.
The crowd starts a "So did JOKA" chant and Bobby starts to laugh.
Backdoor: Joka was never involved in PWE. Joka joined NEW looking for work and soon learned that was a mistake. So he vanished on his own accord, only coming back with me because he wants this place just as dead as I want to. This place has been a graveyard for a while, housing the remains of once great warriors like Nocturnal and Seth Iser. Men who are just shells of their former selves.
Iser started toward Bobby after hearing this, but was stopped by Emily, doing her best to restrain him.
Backdoor: What's the matter, Seth? Hurts to hear the truth? I was there for some of your epic wars with Mike Park in PWE and TEW. You were on top of your game. The man I see now isn't close to the man I knew then. This Seth Iser is older, weaker, and far more broken down. Face it, dude. You're long overdue to be taken to pasture, and Group Therapy will gladly be the ones to put a bullet in your head to finally put you out of your misery.
Jill Matthews: Harsh words from Backdoor there.
Vince Walters: I hope these four all kill each other and put us out of OUR misery.
Backdoor: Old Man Iser, Vampire Princess Nocturnal. Back in PWE and TEW I looked up to you because I was on the way up. I was raw. I was undefined. I was not ready for the spotlight. Now, I am peaking as you two are declining. We're going to take those title belts, not because they mean anything to us...but simply because we can. And there is nothing a couple of dusty old relics like yourselves can do to stop it.
Iser and Noc both seethe in anger, Emily fighting to keep them restrained. Noc finally rises up out the wheelchair and walks toward Backdoor, who rises up out of his wheelchair to meet him eye to eye.
Jill Matthews: Oh my, looks like both men and ready to fight tonight after all!
Meanwhile, Iser and Joka are now eye to eye next to them as well, glaring at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. As Noc and Backdoor continue to stare down, Backdoor backs up, grabbing Joka by the shoulder and pulling him with him out of the ring. Backdoor grabs the microphone and begins to speak as the two back down the aisle.
Backdoor: As much as we'd love to tear you two to pieces now, we should probably save it for the ring tonight. Might as well give these fans a real main event for the first time in forever, unlike those dreadful Slater/Nocturnal title matches they were forced to sit through. Let's show the NEW fans what a real tag team is, Joka. Because they don't have many opportunities left...
Backdoor and Joka continue backing up the ramp as a visibly angry Nocturnal and Seth Iser stare them down from the ring.