Post by Jesse Styles on Nov 19, 2013 16:39:13 GMT -6
We go live inside the arena in Athens Georgia after the hype promo for Moonshine and Mayhem ends. Once live inside we see a rowdy sold out crowd full of Georgia's finest...All standing at there feet ready for the show to begin as pyro's shoot up toward the ceiling and they all look up clapping. The strobe lights then hit on the center of the ring as a theme song is playing and there stands the Styles Mafia in the ring. Seth Iser the NEW champ stands in the middle, Jesse Styles the NEW Owner stands to Seth's left, Nocturnal stands to Seth's right, Ricky Cassels wearing a Alabama Jersey is in front of them taunting the crowd a little, Ryan Omega,Scarlet,Chris Styles and Vince Moretti are standing back behind Noc,Jesse and Seth. Vince is doing the gator chomp to annoy the fans. Very loud boo's are being heard from the entire arena as we shift over to Jill and Vince at the commentary table right quick.
Jill Mathews: Welcome everyone to Moonshine and Mayhem! Live here in Athens Georgia live only on Pay Per View!
Vince Walters: I am Vince Walters and these damned people need to show some respect! For the Styles Mafia is in the ring and they are booing the hell out of them the damned imbreds need to stop it!
Jill Mathews: They have a right to there opinion Vince and if it's booing they wanna do then they have that right.
Vince Walters: Well I don't like it and they all suck!
Jill Mathews: Wow childish much?
Vince Walters: Oh go get another boob job and shut your trap because the Styles Mafia is about to address these idiots!
Seth Iser: Do we have your attention now…or do we have to always speak in less than two syllabol words so you can understand the severity of this situation?
Vince Walters: Yeah you sons of a bitches do we have your attention do we?!
Jill Mathews: Vince you seriously are not a member of the Styles Mafia I'm sorry.
Vince Walters: I am the head of there god damned fan club YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
Jill Mathews: Uh...Why must I be forced to work with such an idiot...
Seth holds the mic near his mouth kind of holding it without speaking for the moment while Ricky Cassel's is pointing to his jersey and causing the fans to get even more in an uproar. Nocturnal still remains standing like a statue while the rest of the group are just looking around at the very hostile crowd. The rest except Vince Moretti who is doing the Gator chomp still and very close to Chris Styles ear. WHACK!!! Chris T-2 Smacks Vince laying him out on the ground and he then smiles a cheesy smile and mouths the words super freak don't like people chomping in his ear son! The rest of the Mafia look over at what just went on for a moment then return to what they where all doing.
Seth Iser: After all that…I want you to listen close…because every single one of you sitting in this arena…is fueling an epidemic. Its epidemic that’ll ruin your children…and make your own ancestors roll in their graves…and the worst part of it is…every single bit of this epidemic is preventable…and it’s your fault that it’s spread. From the people flipping every one of us off and teaching yourselves how to count to two with middle finger…to the ones in the cheap seats spitting down at us. You’re all equally at fault for this for spreading.
Iser has conviction in his eyes and the audience begins booing again. There’s a very loud ‘MAFIA SUCKS’ chant for every single member of the mafia. Ricky mouths that the audience truly loves them as sarcasticly as possible. After the middle fingers were mentioned, however, there is in fact a record broken for most middle fingers at once though and it’s all directed at the mafia but the entire group is un-phased by the crowd’s taunts even if Jesse and Iser both are showing their agitation with it all.
Vince Walters: Seriously these people I can't stand this god damned state.
Jill Mathews: I think there pretty nice and welcoming home folks honestly.
Vince Walters: OF COURSE YOU DO THEY CAN'T STOP DROOLING AT YOUR FAKE TITS!
Jill Mathews: Excuse me? There not fake you ass there enhanced!
Seth Iser: First…it started…with Noish’s death at the hands of Hazard’s mother…and then Hazard tainting the company’s name by taking credit for the incident…and you infidels enjoyed every single moment of it. Then…it was Vanessa getting shot and you sick bastards enjoyed that too…finally each and every one of you failed to care for a dying man and you’d rather let a man die…and you let all this death happened because each and every one of YOU have a grudge with US. Everybody in this building should be ashamed of themselves for allowing yourselves to degenerate to this point. Everyone.
Jill Mathews: What in the world is Chris Styles doing in the background?
Vince Walters: It looks like he's doing a little dancing over the body of Vince....
Jill Mathews: That guy I swear he needs some serious help but not in the psycho type of way as the rest of the Mafia just the caring and loving get his mind right type of help.
Vince Walters: So what now your moving onto Chris Styles? Already had your brief fill of Adrien Specter?
Jill Mathews: Shove it up your pile hole Vince I will never be done with Adrien! And, my god Seth Iser must really not of been hugged enough as a child...
Iser seems to focus on one fan. He stomps over to the turnbuckle and stands on the middle rope and leaning over with the microphone spitting mad at this point.
Seth Iser: Boy in the K.K.K. robe, if you’re going to make ill about the dead…how about I go over there and beat the shit out of you so bad you’ll be a quadriplegic for the rest of your fucking life you insensitive little shit.
The audience starts booing very loudly as the camera does pan over to the fan who is wearing that robe and the fans do cheer the man wearing the robe before it cuts back to Iser on the turnbuckle screaming at him.
Seth Iser: Come on you white power loving piece of shit, how about I give you an equal opportunity ass whooping in the twenty first century before knocking your sorry soul back in the nineteenth where you, and the rest of this fucking filth-hole of a city belongs!
Finally, Iser’s starting to get restrained by his regular tag team partner Nocturnal and he ends up dropping the mic. He’s still shouting obscenities toward the fan.
Jill Mathews: Oh this is just going from bad to worse....
Vince Walters: Seth's been held back lucky for that KKK loving fucker. OH WAIT LOOK! Jesse Styles my personal hero has slid under the ring with a very aggitatated look on his face and HOLY SHIT!
Jill Mathews: WAIT HE CAN'T DO THAT!
Vince Walters: He can do whatever the hell he damn well pleases!
Jesse slid under the ring as the rest of the Styles Mafia was busy keeping there eyes on Seth from going off and breaking the fan's neck. However Jesse whose mood was obviously very bad and dark got to the barricade pulling the hooded fan over. He then proceeded to stomp the ever living crap out of the fan non stop like. NEW security ran out but as Jesse looked over at them they all quickly took several steps back up the ramp. He then brought the fan to his feet pulling him close and saying "TELL YOUR GOD RYAN PUGH HE'S NEXT!" Jesse then tossed the fan into the steel steps and fan bounced into the steps and then flipped over them now laid on his back.
Jill Mathews: Oh dear lord this won't be good for public relations....
Vince Walters: Screw the public relations! Jesse Styles just kicked the crap out of an Athens bitch and I love it.
Iser finally picks the microphone back up and looks up the ramp to see medical team starting to make their way to the ring.
Seth Iser: If you make a move to help him...each and every one of you will join that devil worshiping piece of garbage in the hospital for the rest of your life.
The medical group stops at the obvious threat knowing the dark mood of most of the Mafia members means an ass whooping. The audience is at a fever and riotous pitch.
Seth Iser: This proves...that Mafia Power...will always trump...your false and flawed theory of mere white power.
Seth looks around the group stood around him. He passes the microphone to his tag partner Nocturnal.
Nocturnal looks around with a look of utter shock on his face which slowly morphs into disdain as he brings the microphone up to his lips.
A chant of "You sold out" starts to echo around the arena. Nocturnal turns and smirks at Jesse before grabbing Chris Styles arm to see what time it is. He pauses and shrugs before bringing the microphone back up to his lips
Nocturnal: So is this what i has come down too? Do you make us do this? Did you not expect me to NOT throw you a fastball? Come on. I am Nocturnal for fuck sakes. I do what the hell i want to. My way is epic and my mind is my rocket fuel. People in this arena, this city, this goddamn state need to get over themselves.
He smirks as he walks around the ring.
Jill Mathews: His way is saddistic and his mind is scary that sounds more logical to me...
Vince Walters: HUSH! What that man just said should be written down on bill boards across the country because that's just greatness right there.
Jill Mathews: Whatever you say Vince all I know is this show has already started off violent and confrontational not a good sign of things to come for the night...
Vince Walters: Wrong....Wrong...Wrong! It's a great sign of things to come for the night!
Nocturnal brings the microphone up to his lips with his right hand whilst he caresses the ring ropes with his left hand. He tilts his head slightly.
Nocturnal: My eyes were covered as i thought that listening to the whims of you toothless trolls but now i am free to bring a reckoning down upon anyone who stands against me and my brethren that stand by my side. For we are in the breach. Poised. And T- Minus.........
Nocturnal grabs Chris Styles arm once again.
Nocturnal: Mafia time we will reap violence upon those slack-jawed monkey's in the dressing room that you call heroes. Does this face look like it isn't use to getting it's own way? No? Ask Cera after our little match tonight. She'll tell you right? And this time i won't need a straight jacket to put that bitch in her place.
Jill Mathews: Listen to these fans boo as he spoke about Cera like that.
Vince Walters: Shows how stupid these inbreeds truly are because fact is Cera cares about no one but her self FACT!
Jill Mathews: I can't deny that as much as I would like too.
Vince Walters: Because, I SPEAK FACTS!
Jill Mathews: Not very often Vince not very often at all.
Nocturnal has a shocked look on his face. His shock turns to disbelief as he brings the mic back to his lips.
Nocturnal: You boo because i bad mouth Cera? You think that she is nothing more than a leech in this industry? Look how she has neutered Hazard. He was once a great X-Core wrestler but then she got her nails into him and BAM! He now just a giant pussy. Seth will destroy him later this evening and keep the World title in the Mafia.
He smirks as he notices Seth nodding.
Nocturnal: I promise that by all of the blood in my vein that i will rip off the skin off of her face and skull fuck the bitch till she taps out to me. There's only one thing she can do now. And that's beg me for lenience. Now get that camera out of my face.
Nocturnal pushes the camera out of his face as he hands the microphone over to the next to talk.
Vince Walters: You hear that Cera?! You're going to get skull fucked bitch! SKULL FUCKED!
Jill Mathews: Oh my dear lord seriously? Is this federation really going this far?
Vince Walters: Where have you been for the last six years almost? It's New Edge Wrestling we always cross those so called lines!
Jill Mathews: Sigh...I love my job....I love my job....I love my job....
Iser ends up taking the microphone back from Nocturnal and the audience, already mad, goes for another chorus of boos. Before he even has a chance to start speaking, the profane ‘FUCK YOU ISER’ chant starts right away. Iser’s just scowling at the sea of red chanting for his head specificly now and lets them get it out of their system first.
Vince Walters: These damn fans are cutting into our sponsorship money with their vulgarity! How dare they!
Jill Matthews: Now I can't say it anymore...right this moment...I HATE my job!
Seth Iser: Before…I was rudely interrupted by a zealot…allow me to state my point. You’re the ones encouraging behavior and product like this…and now we’re fighting fire with fire. Now…Hazard. Listen…and listen close. Before we took that trip to Mexico…I gave myself a scar that runs down my face. A new one…you know why I did that or did you forget?
Iser leans coldly over the ropes…twirling the microphone as the audience is finally starting to settle down just a little bit after the bombardment of insults that have been thrown their way.
Seth Iser: It’s an oath. A concept you people aren’t familiar with because you lust over every little thing from a ballgame, to a girl with fake snavences like Jill…or even the vehicle you have. It’s an oath…and a vow…a promise…that I made to myself that Hazard must be hurt in the worst way…and with that scar on my head…with the most important championship in the industry on the line…and with everything that’s fueling me…you might have the shortest reunion with someone…in the history in this industry, big man.
Iser, for the first time in months, finally shows the semblance of a sick smile coming across his face as a cruel, inhumane thought has come across his brain.
Seth Iser: I sat my daughter down…told her the story of how a selfish monster took the lives of many and the credit that he doesn’t deserve because sin is riddled in his gene pool. Now…after tonight Hazard…when I stand over your broken body with the championship still around my waist…you need to sit down with your ‘son’ Spaz…tell him the story of why Hazard is a broken monster thanks to Seth Iser…and Viktor…the human being you feared, will forever struggle…picking up the pieces.
Jill Mathews: Wow...Strong words from Seth there regarding his match with Hazard for Seth's NEW title tonight.
Vince Walters: Hazards going to be the biggest man in the history of NEW to legit die in a NEW ring.
Jill Mathews: Die? Really you wish death upon him?
Vince Walters: *Shrugs* Oh my Seth just handed the mic to Jesse Styles!
Jill Mathews: Well now here's a man who has lost a close friend of his in the past twenty four hours and at least I actually understand his rage a little.
Vince Walters: You understand nothing...NOTHING I SAY about Jesse Styles.
Jill Mathews: Okay then.....
Jesse has the mic in his right hand and just continues to look down at the ring mat with a cold stare across his face. His wife comes up to him ala Scarlet Styles whispering in his ear something about being okay. Jesse doesn't respond to her instead he looks up and out towards the fans with now a look of pure and utter hatred.
Jill Mathews: If looks could kill....
Vince Walters: Many...many people would be dead right now.
Jill Mathews: Id'e say uh so...
Jesse Styles: Tonight....Tonight...TONIGHT I JESSE STYLES draw the line in the perverbaral sand for tonight I offficially DECLARE ANOTHER WAR and that war is on RYAN PUGH, his EVO and anyone else that stands against us in any god damned way shape or fucking form! For you see this group here that stands with me call it the Styles Mafia, The Mafia, the Unstable Mafia or whatever for at the end of the day we are A GOD DAMNED MAFIA. And, by the end of this next war you will all see exactly WHAT THIS MAFIA IS ABOUT! So as I stand here wishing my friend Leroy was standing next to me I stop and realize OH RIGHT HE'S FUCKING DEAD! Why? Why is he dead? Because, of you inbreed fucks hero Ryan Pugh. So Ryan Pugh tonight once again it's you and I in the ring and tonight is the night THAT YOU DIE!
Jill Mathews: Oh my god I don't think he is kidding around ether I think he fully intends to kill Ryan Pugh tonight maybe there should be some thought as to not allowing this match to happen at least tonight.
Vince Walters: WHAT?! NO! This match will happen and what happens happens Jill.
Jill Mathews: Typical uncaring asshole like attitude real nice Vince.
Vince Walters: Quiet woman he's not done speaking.
Jesse Styles: To sum it the fuck up...Ryan Pugh and each and everyone of you people from Athens Georgia should be taken out back....Lined up and FUCKING SHOT RIGHT BETWEEN YOUR DAMNED EYES because there is no use for any of you in this world none. Tonight I do not care about winning a fucking match...I do not care about my own safety or my well being tonight all I care about is the END OF YOUR HERO RYAN PUGH. And, that is all I have to say because I will let my actions do my talking later tonight THAT IS A PROMISE!
Vince Walters: That's right folks you heard it from Jesse it's a PROMISE and he never breaks a promise!
Jill Mathews: A very serious and personal situation later tonight in the main event...Ah hell this whole pay per view is going to be....I dunno please for those watching at home do not let your kids watch this tonight.
Vince Walters: Let the little bastards watch maybe they will learn some important facts about life.
Jill Mathews: VINCE!
Jesse hands the microphone over to Ricky, who continues to point to the University of Alabama shirt he is wearing. The crowd begins a "UGA... UGA... UGA" chant. Ricky slowly pulls the microphone up to the moustache that completely covers his lips.
Ricky Cassels: As I scan the Stegeman Coliseum, I cannot help but notice something. This shit hole is littered with thousands of Ryan Pugh t-shirts… And you morons worship this fat fuck like he is some kind of God… *Cheap pop* Well let me point out something to you. I beat your fat fuckin’ God in the center of this ring last week… One… Two… Three.
Ricky pulls the microphone away from his lips as he scans the arena with a smirk on his face. The crowd begins a “Cheater… Cheater… Cheater.” chant.
Ricky Cassels: But the fun didn’t stop there. Oh no, after I beat your fat fuckin’ God in the center of the ring… Jesse and I did the unthinkable next. We struck a match and set Pugh’s beloved University of Georgia football jersey on fire!!! Hell, that was the most fire the ‘Dawgs’ have shown all season long!!!!
The crowd begins shouting obscenities at Ricky and even throws trash items his way.
Ricky Cassels: But, enough about the tubby bastard because Jesse is going to take care of that problem. Tonight, I am going to be facing a man who likes to disappear. He comes out here, interrupts me from talking and then disappears into thin air. Well “D”, you Powder wanna be mother fucker… there will be no where for you to run and nowhere to hide this time. Because tonight, I am going to make your NEW career… disappear!! And since you like making shit disappear, here is something I think you will appreciate “D”, as well as the rest of these idiotic UGA fans… Can I please direct your attention to the Edge-Tron?
The Edge-Tron fires up and shows a clip of the beautiful “Hedges” that surround the football field at Sanford Stadium, which is where the Georgia Bulldogs play all their home games. As the camera zooms in on the hedges, everyone begins to notice that they are completely covered in explosives. The camera then zooms back into the arena on Chris Styles, who is holding what appears to be a wireless remote detonator. Chris has a large grin on his face
Ricky Cassels: Chris… Would you please do the honors?
Chris presses down on the detonator, but nothing seems to happen on the Edge-Tron. He presses the button several times… but nothing. The Cheetah then looks over at Ricky and shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn’t know what is wrong with the detonator.
Ricky Cassels: Oh for fuck’s sake! Can’t you do anything right!??
Ricky angrily snatches the detonator away from Chris and presses the button himself. The Edge-Tron then shows the hedges exploding to the point where nothing is left of them but ashes. The crowd nearly blows the roof off the coliseum with hatred for Ricky and the rest of the Styles Mafia. Ricky mocks the crowd and several fans begin to storm the ring once again. The security team stops most of the fans, but an 80 something year old elderly lady manages to slip by. She is wearing a custom made half UGA, half Ryan Pugh t-shirt. The elderly lady tries to slowly roll in the ring as she has had numerous hip surgeries and cannot move very well. Iser catches her before she enters the ring and DDTs the old hag harder than he’s every DDTed anyone in his life, nearly killing her. The elderly woman flops outside of the ring. Jesse Styles climbs to the top rope and delivers Death From Above crashing down on top of the poor woman. Meanwhile, Iser and Nocturnal roll outside of the ring and Iser picks the elderly woman up and places the woman’s lips on the commentary table as he prepares for the curb stomp….. but at the last second, security swoops in and stops him from doing so. Ricky makes a comment to security that he “thinks that bitch left her dentures in the ring” as he pretends to hand a set of dentures over to security. The crowd is booing the hell out of the Styles Mafia and throwing batteries and beer bottles in their direction as they begin to make their way back. Scarlet stays behind and helps the poor little old lady to her feet…. But then unexpectedly, Scarlet delivers the SKO to the elderly woman dropping her head on the concrete. Scarlet then mocks the old woman and proceeds to catch up with the rest of The Styles Mafia who have almost made it backstage. The elderly UGA grandma lies motionless on the concrete floor. The coroner’s will later on pronounce her dead upon arrival.