Post by Jesse Styles on Sept 17, 2013 9:09:43 GMT -6
Our cameras flicker on, showing us an overhead view of the jam packed Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey. A vibrant pyrotechnic display begins atop the rampway as fans sound off with cheers and jeers, signifying the start of Ignite 169. Following a brief highlight reel of the previous installment, the all too familiar voices of Vince Walters and Jill Matthews begin their usual commentary.
Jill Matthews: “For our fans just tuning in from all around the globe.. Welcome to Ignite 169! What a spectacular event we have lined up for all of you. Isn’t that right, Vince?!”
Vince Walters: “It’s not too shabby, but before we talk about tonight’s show.. I wanna mention something about last week’s Ignite!”
Jill Matthews: “What about Hazard? Finally managing to become the Heavyweight Champion after being held back for fifteen years? Or what about the message that was sent to him by Vanessa, following his victory over Bobby Backdoor?! She made it pretty obvious that she’s gunning for his newly won Championship, Vince!”
Vince Walters: “None of that even matters to me.. All I know is, Hazard fucked up ‘royally’ when he decided to ambush Seth in the parking lot after we went off the air! I know he’s pretty stupid for a seven foot monster, but does this guy have some kinda death wish?! You don’t pick a fight with the Mafia! You can’t win, moron!”
Jill Matthews: “Well we also had a lot more take place, including the rise of a new Champions other than Hazard. Ryan “Omega” Schilling managed to oust Johnny Stylez for the Trans Atlantic Title.. and Cera caught Joka by surprise to begin her third reign as Xcore/Xtreme Champion! So many things happened and it’s going to be hard to top it!”
Vince Walters: “If we were gonna have any hope, our first match should be skipped altogether..I mean, seriously? Cold Blooded Dirk versus -
The lights in the arena suddenly dim as a sole red strobe light flashes in front of the entrance curtains. Afterwards, we see a rather profound quote repeatedly bleeding into the big screen. Clearly stating…
“No longer restricted by time..”
“No longer held back by the hands that feed..”
“No longer ‘Bound’ by limitations..”
“Hail.. To.. The.. King!”
After those in attendance have time to digest what they’ve just seen on the monitor, the opening notes of Avenged Sevenfold’s “Hail to the King” filters out from the speakers as this sends the crowd into a frenzy.
Jill Matthews: “That music belongs to our new Heavyweight Champion, Vince! It looks like he’s going to make a public appearance! Something Hazard isn’t usually known for!”
Vince Walters: “Big whoop.. It’s not like he’s in the Mafia these days, so I couldn’t give a shit less!”
Seconds later, Hazard steps out under the pulsating strobe. His newly won Heavyweight Title draped over his shoulder. He remains at the top of the ramp, soaking in the chorus of boos and cheers alike before starting his gradual descent down to the ring. The Monster, in his slow..methodical pace works his way around the ring before climbing up onto the apron via the steel stairs. He casually hikes a leg and steps over the top rope, into the ring. The arena lighting returns to normal as Hazard is now standing front and center.. The Heavyweight Title draped over his shoulder and a microphone in his right hand, which is now raised up to his face.
Vince Walters: “What?! You got something to say, Hazard?! Ya big, stupid --
Almost like he had heard Vince, Hazard suddenly glares at the much smaller commentator as Walters immediately goes quiet. He shakes his head, displaying the faint shadow of a smirk before inhaling sharply.
Hazard: “There was a point in my career where I had given up on becoming World Champion. I’d seen too many men and women, inferior beings compared to me.. Ascend to a level much higher than my own. I’d been subjected to betrayal.. I’d been deceived.. I’d been prevented from getting anywhere remotely close to the biggest prize in professional wrestling. But much like the relentless fury of a river.. There is only so long a poorly crafted dam can withstand the pressure. Eventually, it fails to keep the water at bay. Just like Jesse Styles has. Just like Ryan Pugh has. Just like every insect that ever decided they would do whatever it took to get in my way.. They’ve all failed.. Because now.. the one thing a vast majority of this industry didn’t want to see in my possession? Well, it rests on my shoulders..What was once a dream in the darkest corner of my subconscious..has become my crown. What was once simply referred to as MY YARD.. has been become MY KINGDOM!”
The crowd erupts with another mixed reaction. Hazard paces back and forth momentarily while readjusting the title on his shoulder. This gives Vince and Jill a bit to chime in as they usually would.
Vince Walters: “What a smug son of a bitch, Jill! So what? If this is HIS kingdom, does that make us HIS servants? Bitch, please!”
Jill Matthews: “Would you shut up already? The man hardly talks and when he finally decides to let it all out you decide to be a prick about it.”
Vince Walters: “Yeah… I’m pretty amazing, aren’t I?”
Jill Matthews: “Nothing you say or do amazes me anymore, Vince. Nothing at all.”
Having come to a halt in the ring, Hazard now glances up at one of the cameras which had been filming him. He leans over the top rope slightly, using it to prop up his massive frame. As he does so, he holds the mic up to his lips.
Hazard: “Now I’m sure… Just as Cera is sure of her own status.. That many will set their sights on me. They’ll target me and what I’ve earned. They’ll amass their armies and attempt to lay siege to my throne. Which that is a testament to something I learned a very long time ago.. A Championship is difficult to win, there’s no doubt about it. However..”
He pauses for a second, leaving the fans in anticipation of what will be said next. The Monster perks up from the rope and removes the Heavyweight Title from his shoulder. As he holds it in his left hand, he stares down at the gold plated center with a grin on his face.
Hazard: “It’s much harder to keep it.. Which is why I’m out here tonight! See, I’m well aware.. that the moment I became the sovereign ruler of New Edge, it automatically put a giant bullseye on my back. And I’m serving notice to everyone in the back.. That if you try to dethrone me.. You better be prepared.. Because I don’t intend on losing this Title ANYTIME soon.. In fact I --
Hazard’s rant is cut short by the sound of Johnny Cash’s “hurt” playing over the speakers as the fans erupt into boos. Jesse Styles appears on the rampway, wearing an arrogant grin on his face.
Vince Walters: “Hell yes! The boss is here! This is going to be good, Jill!”
Jill Matthews: “Well I doubt that very much.. but he better keep a safe distance from Hazard if he knows what’s good for him!”
Vince Walters: “Psh, you’re high! Jesse MADE the Monster! He can put an end to him whenever he damn well pleases!”
Styles and Hazard make eye contact for what seems like an eternity before the owner of New Edge finally raises the mic to his lips.
Jesse Styles: Well...well...Congrats there big man you finally fucking did it you won the big one it only took you fifteen god damned years but hey you are now the New Edge World Champion. So as majority Owner of New Edge I thought I would come out here and commend you on a job well done....You turn coat son of a bitch! Yeah you won the title got it away from Phoenix but a few weeks ago you turned your back on me a man who has gotten you out of mental institutions and many other situations over the years you ungreatful piece of a seven foot asshole! But, your the champ now so you are indeed the man right?
Hazard looks at Jesse nodding to the fact he is indeed the man.
Jesse Styles: One thing that is bothering me however is how you call this your kingdom? Well last I checked there Hazard I am the majority owner of New Edge Wrestling making this MY GOD DAMNED KINGDOM! This is a kingdom I allow you to play in let's just make sure that's clear Hazard you got me?
Hazard tries to speak but his Mic has been cut off and Jesse's smile gets a little wider.
Jesse Styles: What's the matter big man? Cat got your tongue? You see that right there I have silenced you with the flick of my damned fingers because it would do you best to remember I CONTROL THIS KINGDOM NOT YOU! Now since I have covered that I must remind you that in just a few more weeks there will be a pay per view live in Russia called Vodka and Violence. You sir will be defending that New Edge Championship in an Eletric cage match yes the same type of match we have only held one time before because of how violent it is. But, with it being Vodka and Violence after all the match just makes perfect since. Now as for who you will be facing well I will tell you this much your tag partner and best buddy Cera will be apart of the match because she turned on me as well and I want her to be apart of this violence. As for who else well next week I will officially give you an answer on that but until then I will leave your big ass wondering because why not?
With that Jesse Styles music hits and he turns his back heading backstage leaving Hazard with a bit of a pissed look across his face in the ring as he throws the dead mic to the ground and then crosses his arms shaking his head as we cut off to the NEW opening video.
Jill Matthews: “For our fans just tuning in from all around the globe.. Welcome to Ignite 169! What a spectacular event we have lined up for all of you. Isn’t that right, Vince?!”
Vince Walters: “It’s not too shabby, but before we talk about tonight’s show.. I wanna mention something about last week’s Ignite!”
Jill Matthews: “What about Hazard? Finally managing to become the Heavyweight Champion after being held back for fifteen years? Or what about the message that was sent to him by Vanessa, following his victory over Bobby Backdoor?! She made it pretty obvious that she’s gunning for his newly won Championship, Vince!”
Vince Walters: “None of that even matters to me.. All I know is, Hazard fucked up ‘royally’ when he decided to ambush Seth in the parking lot after we went off the air! I know he’s pretty stupid for a seven foot monster, but does this guy have some kinda death wish?! You don’t pick a fight with the Mafia! You can’t win, moron!”
Jill Matthews: “Well we also had a lot more take place, including the rise of a new Champions other than Hazard. Ryan “Omega” Schilling managed to oust Johnny Stylez for the Trans Atlantic Title.. and Cera caught Joka by surprise to begin her third reign as Xcore/Xtreme Champion! So many things happened and it’s going to be hard to top it!”
Vince Walters: “If we were gonna have any hope, our first match should be skipped altogether..I mean, seriously? Cold Blooded Dirk versus -
The lights in the arena suddenly dim as a sole red strobe light flashes in front of the entrance curtains. Afterwards, we see a rather profound quote repeatedly bleeding into the big screen. Clearly stating…
“No longer restricted by time..”
“No longer held back by the hands that feed..”
“No longer ‘Bound’ by limitations..”
“Hail.. To.. The.. King!”
After those in attendance have time to digest what they’ve just seen on the monitor, the opening notes of Avenged Sevenfold’s “Hail to the King” filters out from the speakers as this sends the crowd into a frenzy.
Jill Matthews: “That music belongs to our new Heavyweight Champion, Vince! It looks like he’s going to make a public appearance! Something Hazard isn’t usually known for!”
Vince Walters: “Big whoop.. It’s not like he’s in the Mafia these days, so I couldn’t give a shit less!”
Seconds later, Hazard steps out under the pulsating strobe. His newly won Heavyweight Title draped over his shoulder. He remains at the top of the ramp, soaking in the chorus of boos and cheers alike before starting his gradual descent down to the ring. The Monster, in his slow..methodical pace works his way around the ring before climbing up onto the apron via the steel stairs. He casually hikes a leg and steps over the top rope, into the ring. The arena lighting returns to normal as Hazard is now standing front and center.. The Heavyweight Title draped over his shoulder and a microphone in his right hand, which is now raised up to his face.
Vince Walters: “What?! You got something to say, Hazard?! Ya big, stupid --
Almost like he had heard Vince, Hazard suddenly glares at the much smaller commentator as Walters immediately goes quiet. He shakes his head, displaying the faint shadow of a smirk before inhaling sharply.
Hazard: “There was a point in my career where I had given up on becoming World Champion. I’d seen too many men and women, inferior beings compared to me.. Ascend to a level much higher than my own. I’d been subjected to betrayal.. I’d been deceived.. I’d been prevented from getting anywhere remotely close to the biggest prize in professional wrestling. But much like the relentless fury of a river.. There is only so long a poorly crafted dam can withstand the pressure. Eventually, it fails to keep the water at bay. Just like Jesse Styles has. Just like Ryan Pugh has. Just like every insect that ever decided they would do whatever it took to get in my way.. They’ve all failed.. Because now.. the one thing a vast majority of this industry didn’t want to see in my possession? Well, it rests on my shoulders..What was once a dream in the darkest corner of my subconscious..has become my crown. What was once simply referred to as MY YARD.. has been become MY KINGDOM!”
The crowd erupts with another mixed reaction. Hazard paces back and forth momentarily while readjusting the title on his shoulder. This gives Vince and Jill a bit to chime in as they usually would.
Vince Walters: “What a smug son of a bitch, Jill! So what? If this is HIS kingdom, does that make us HIS servants? Bitch, please!”
Jill Matthews: “Would you shut up already? The man hardly talks and when he finally decides to let it all out you decide to be a prick about it.”
Vince Walters: “Yeah… I’m pretty amazing, aren’t I?”
Jill Matthews: “Nothing you say or do amazes me anymore, Vince. Nothing at all.”
Having come to a halt in the ring, Hazard now glances up at one of the cameras which had been filming him. He leans over the top rope slightly, using it to prop up his massive frame. As he does so, he holds the mic up to his lips.
Hazard: “Now I’m sure… Just as Cera is sure of her own status.. That many will set their sights on me. They’ll target me and what I’ve earned. They’ll amass their armies and attempt to lay siege to my throne. Which that is a testament to something I learned a very long time ago.. A Championship is difficult to win, there’s no doubt about it. However..”
He pauses for a second, leaving the fans in anticipation of what will be said next. The Monster perks up from the rope and removes the Heavyweight Title from his shoulder. As he holds it in his left hand, he stares down at the gold plated center with a grin on his face.
Hazard: “It’s much harder to keep it.. Which is why I’m out here tonight! See, I’m well aware.. that the moment I became the sovereign ruler of New Edge, it automatically put a giant bullseye on my back. And I’m serving notice to everyone in the back.. That if you try to dethrone me.. You better be prepared.. Because I don’t intend on losing this Title ANYTIME soon.. In fact I --
Hazard’s rant is cut short by the sound of Johnny Cash’s “hurt” playing over the speakers as the fans erupt into boos. Jesse Styles appears on the rampway, wearing an arrogant grin on his face.
Vince Walters: “Hell yes! The boss is here! This is going to be good, Jill!”
Jill Matthews: “Well I doubt that very much.. but he better keep a safe distance from Hazard if he knows what’s good for him!”
Vince Walters: “Psh, you’re high! Jesse MADE the Monster! He can put an end to him whenever he damn well pleases!”
Styles and Hazard make eye contact for what seems like an eternity before the owner of New Edge finally raises the mic to his lips.
Jesse Styles: Well...well...Congrats there big man you finally fucking did it you won the big one it only took you fifteen god damned years but hey you are now the New Edge World Champion. So as majority Owner of New Edge I thought I would come out here and commend you on a job well done....You turn coat son of a bitch! Yeah you won the title got it away from Phoenix but a few weeks ago you turned your back on me a man who has gotten you out of mental institutions and many other situations over the years you ungreatful piece of a seven foot asshole! But, your the champ now so you are indeed the man right?
Hazard looks at Jesse nodding to the fact he is indeed the man.
Jesse Styles: One thing that is bothering me however is how you call this your kingdom? Well last I checked there Hazard I am the majority owner of New Edge Wrestling making this MY GOD DAMNED KINGDOM! This is a kingdom I allow you to play in let's just make sure that's clear Hazard you got me?
Hazard tries to speak but his Mic has been cut off and Jesse's smile gets a little wider.
Jesse Styles: What's the matter big man? Cat got your tongue? You see that right there I have silenced you with the flick of my damned fingers because it would do you best to remember I CONTROL THIS KINGDOM NOT YOU! Now since I have covered that I must remind you that in just a few more weeks there will be a pay per view live in Russia called Vodka and Violence. You sir will be defending that New Edge Championship in an Eletric cage match yes the same type of match we have only held one time before because of how violent it is. But, with it being Vodka and Violence after all the match just makes perfect since. Now as for who you will be facing well I will tell you this much your tag partner and best buddy Cera will be apart of the match because she turned on me as well and I want her to be apart of this violence. As for who else well next week I will officially give you an answer on that but until then I will leave your big ass wondering because why not?
With that Jesse Styles music hits and he turns his back heading backstage leaving Hazard with a bit of a pissed look across his face in the ring as he throws the dead mic to the ground and then crosses his arms shaking his head as we cut off to the NEW opening video.