Post by Jesse Styles on Apr 2, 2014 22:07:16 GMT -6
Ignite 188 opens up to the Manchester Arena in Manchester, England. Our cameras pan along the excited crowd, who hold up their respective signs, their cheers echoing through the arena. Our view then trails to the announcer's table, where we see Jill and Vince sitting.
Jill Matthews: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Ignite 188! We are LIVE from the Manchester Arena, where we'll see quite a few amazing matches!
Vince Walters: Nothing about NEW is amazing right now, Jill...
Jill Matthews: Despite what's happened over the last couple of weeks, Vince... we have seen some strong competition, great match-ups, and interesting turn of events... as I'm sure tonight will be no different!
Vince Walters: Yippee fuckin skippy...
Jill Matthews: We'll also have Chris Styles joining us on commentary... though he's a bit late...
Vince Walters: Last I saw him he was talking to a shady guy in the back of the arena... I didn't even know they had drugs in Manchest-
Jill Matthews: MOVING ON! Tonight, we're going to see-
"And it is from this world of darkness which come the evil, destructive forces of man's nature..."
Jill is interrupted by this voice, and as it fades out, the lights flash brightly once... before the opening rifts of "Right Now" by KoRn trickle out from the speakers. The crowd suddenly explodes into boos, hysterical with rage as the Baddest Bitch herself saunters out from behind the curtains. She strides down the ramp, ignoring the verbal abuse she's getting from the fans, and slides under the ropes. Popping to her feet, Cera lifts a middle finger to the pissed off crowd, smirks, and demands a mic...
Jill Matthews: Ugh, what is SHE doing out here...
Vince Walters: Shhhh, Miss 'HotterThanJillMatthews' is about to talk!
Jill Matthews: Fuck you Vince...
Cera: Well well, hello everyone. It's not so nice to be here in dreary, boring Manchester... seriously, I mean, I've been to some pretty drab places... but this city takes the cake. Hell, Brits are even known for their tea, and even THAT'S dull as fuck here...
Crowd: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
Cera: Yeah yeah. Jokes aside, since there's enough of them in here as is... I'm not here to... heh... 'play' with you morons. You simply aren't worth talking to... at least, not as much as a certain someone...
Vince Walters: Huh... who the hell is she talking about?
Jill Matthews: I don't really care... I'd rather get on with the show than listen to-
Cera: SETH... ISER!!
Cera interrupts Jill loudly, a wicked grin playing upon her lips. She lifts a finger, waving it back and forth deviously.
Cera: Iser... Iser... Iser. Have you seen the sheet hanging backstage? The... rough draft... for the Six Year Show? That's next week, by the way. But yes, the sheet has the upcoming event's matches... a list of them, that is, that're all subject to change... but I'm quite sure a particular one won't be changing...
The crowd's booing gets louder, as Cera's eyes flicker with excitement. Then, on cue...
'I DESERVE YOUR RESPECT!'
As soon as those words are shouted and the beginning rumblings of ‘Gehenna’ starts to play on the P.A. system…and the audience begins to boo to damn near deafening proportions at this point as right on cue... an irritated Seth Iser emerges from the curtain with his T.A. Championship around his waist and the Tag Team championship over his left shoulder. The man’s wearing a cowboy hat and black jeans with a black t-shirt and it looks like he’s disgusted that he got called out in a way.
Jill Matthews: I think he’s the most hated man in England.
Vince Walters: WHAT!? I can’t hear you.
Jill Matthews: This IS the greatest night of my life... Walters has gone deaf and can’t misinterpret things anymore.
Iser does have a microphone in his right hand but the audience hasn’t even relented on the booing so every time he raises it up in the air to try to speak... the booing just gets even louder. With a sneer, he just walks right into the ring as Cera is tapping her foot impatiently but the boo birds have not stopped at all for this man.
Seth Iser: Do I...
Before he can even get it out…the booing drowns out Iser’s voice... and it looks like he’s getting increasingly pissed off at the situation. For a moment the booing stops after Iser raises the microphone in the air and just waits for them to get it out of their system.
Seth Iser: Do I have...
He got to three this time... before he is cut off again by ANOTHER even louder chorus of boos from the audience. This time, Iser just leans over the ropes and talks to the fans in the front row.
Seth Iser: DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION NOW YOU GOD DAMNED BLOODY WANKERS!?
One shouting sentence and another round of boos for the current double champion and it looks like after he let that out... things have calmed down a little as he turns his attention to the irritable Cera and he matches that same body language since he was the one called out.
Seth Iser: Well well well... here we are again Demon. The two of us sharing the ring and you want to kick my head off. And yes Cera... trust me...I might not have seen it but I know. I know about how badly people like you want to tear me apart. I hear everything that goes on for better or worse. I make it my business to know everything that needs to be known especially since you want oh so badly to do what you’ve always wanted to do.
On cue... the audience begins a loud ‘YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD KICKED IN’ chant directed at Iser and while Cera almost seems bemused by the chant... Iser looks infuriated for a brief second as the chant continues and Iser just turns toward the audience for a moment.
Seth Iser: I don’t use kicks you misguided Neanderthals. You’ve seen too many flips to understand the beauty of true wrestling. You’ve lost your style, you’ve lost your dignity, and you might as well quit while every one of you is the bitch of the United States of America because if you try any further... you’ll be far worse than that when I smack the piss out of each and every one of you so you have even worse teeth than our power drunken boss.
The audience starts booing once again as Iser has gone on to completely insult them before he just turns his focus back to the annoyed Cera and they just match eye contact for a brief moment before Iser takes a couple steps closer to her.
Seth Iser: I know you had a terrible relationship with your parents... but didn’t you ever think... be careful what you ask for in your heart of hearts because you just might get it? Guess what... you got it now. It’ll be you and me one more time face to face and I promise you right here in front of the entire god damned world that as great as you are... for every trick you’ve learned and used…when you play a ‘game’ with me…all I care about is being the one that is victorious…and it’ll be me with MY hand raised in victory and you trying to pick up the pieces knowing that your end game isn’t what you thought it’d be.
Cera watches Iser with an unimpressed look crossing her features, and she yawns mockingly, before laughing aloud.
Cera: Let's get one thing clear, kiddo. Trying to use the whole 'daddy issues' shot toward me... well it's not gonna work. It's just another mistake a feeble minded, stereotypical 'asshole' makes... but nonetheless, overrated personas aside... I'll be frank: I'm not in it to win it... I'm in it to make you a bloody fucking mess. Victories aside as well, I just want to lessen your already deteriorating time in the ring.
She smirks, the crowd booing her mostly, though a few cheering at the battle of words between two of the most hated people in all of wrestling. To add to the proof of the crowd's discontentment with both wrestlers, they begin a chant...
Crowd: FUCK YOU ISER...... FUCK YOU CERA...... FUCK YOU ISER...... FUCK YOU CERA......
Seth Iser: Can you people be silent because two adults are talking and we don’t have to hear your toilet level IQed insults hurled at us.
One comment and the audience is once again booing before Iser just turns right back to his long time rival Cera.
Seth Iser: Well let me tell YOU something... 'kiddo' and you better listen to every word that comes out of my mouth. People like you are the reason why this sport has deteriorated to the state of affairs that it is today by admitting you don’t care whether you win or lose. You’re the person who has no vision. YOU’RE the person who is being narrow minded…and YOU’RE the one who is going to be left broken because even if you come close to ending my career... you’ll never destroy the legacy I’ve created for myself. Besides... when I’m the one who is victorious... I’m taking away something more important than your career when I inflict you with THIS defeat Demon.
Iser takes a couple of steps closer toward Cera as the two look like they’re about ready to engage in a Pier 6 brawl any second.
Seth Iser: I’m taking away your legacy, kid... and no matter how hard you fight…just because you wanted to maim…there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it... and while you’re wallowing away enjoying your violence... I’ll be the one who will define the legacy of this company, these championships I proudly carry and of this sport... and there ain’t a damn thing you... Pugh, Slater, or any of these people can do about it.
Suddenly "End of the Heartache" echoes through the arena as out walks none other then Ryan Pugh. He is dressed in his custom suit with his world title slung over his shoulder and a smirk on his face as he puts a mic up to his lips.
Pugh: That's real cute, you two out here bitching and crying and begging people to look at you and pay attention to you. I cant say I know what that's like: to not be able to get over on your talent and performance alone. But hey to each their own right? Now Iser you sit out here and run your mouth about how you're so great and how you are some kind of bench mark in MY company, but honestly bro from where I sit you are more like a skid mark to MY company. And let's not even get started on little miss cut myself over there because we don't have enough air time for all of that. You two want to beat the hell out of each other? You want to do it next week on our special Six Year Show? Well that's more than fine by me, and I will be sitting with a tub of popcorn to watch that shit too. But if we are going to do this, then we need to make it more enjoyable for me and all of these people who hate both of you so much. So here is what we are going to do.... Seth Iser vs Cera.... Roman Gladiator Match!
Vince Walters: What the fuck is that?
Chris Styles: Well if you would shut the fuck up son then the man is about to explain.
Vince Walters: Where the hell did you come from?!
Jill Matthews: Both of you be quiet!!
Pugh: The two of you will be put inside of a lions den type cage, and that cage will be wrapped in and intertwined with barbed wire. The only way to win the match is to climb out of the cage. There will be no easy way out and there will be no back door. Pull your sorry asses through the barbed wire and get out of the cage and you win. And honestly? I hope both of you fucking bleed to death before you can get out of the cage... but maybe that's just me. So either one of you got anymore bullshit you want to let fall out of your mouths? You're all gonna learn this is my god damn company, and we play by my fucking rules around here.
Cera is giving Pugh the ultimate death glare, as Iser has turned his attention to the new owner of the company, and he’s seething mad.
Seth Iser: ABUSE OF POWER RYAN! That is YOU abusing your power! This is BULLSHIT! This is a travesty, and YOU OF ALL PEOPLE should know what it’s like to be a champion since you’re the one carrying the world championship, and YOU should treat YOUR champions in YOUR company a hell’va lot better than THIS!
Pugh begins to laugh up on the stage as he rubs the title on his shoulder and pulls the mic back up to his lips.
Pugh: If you want to be a champion in MY company then you have to earn that right. The days of being able to walk around here as a paper champion, just because you think you are someone special, is over, Seth. You have been around this business long enough to know what a real champion is, so go out there and prove it. Don't walk around running your fat fucking mouth and then not expect consequences to come your way. Be a man and grow a pair of nuts and face Cera in this match.... that is unless you're afraid of her? Are you Seth?
Seth Iser: Me and afraid... hah... fine Ryan. We'll have this god damned match... and after I get through with Matt... YOU will have to watch YOUR back because your next on my list.
Pugh: I'd worry a whole lot more about the little princess in the ring, that you have managed to piss off almost as much as me, first. Cause Seth.... CERA IS GONNA KILL YOU!!!! I would watch your own back before you worry about mine.
As Pugh says this, our cameras pan between the cold grin playing on his face, then the frothing, angered look resonating from Iser's, and finally on the lazy smirk resting on Cera's lips... until the camera backs up to take in all three people in the ring, before finally the scene fades...