Post by Jesse Styles on Apr 7, 2015 21:34:50 GMT -6
Vince Walters: Well folks, we have coming up a Styles Rules match, the great Jesse Styles has graciously granted Ricky Bobby Cassels one more shot at the Trans-Atlantic title, as he takes on the wrestling god known as Al Envy.
Jill Matthews: Graciously? He has stacked the odds against Ricky, by calling the shots on what type of match this will be. We don’t know what he will have them do, but in the end, its always going to favor Al Envy.
Vince Walters: Well if Ricky is as good as he claims to be, then he will overcome these odds against him.
Jill Matthews: NOBODY can overcome such lopsided odds.
Vince Walters: Well, maybe Ricky should just not bother showing up.
Jill Matthews: That’s...Nevermind, you’re an idiot.
Tom Davis: Making his way to the ring, He is the NEW Trans-Atlantic Champion, ALLLLLLLLLL ENVYYYYYYYYYYY!
"Dirty Angel begins to play. Around 10 seconds into the song Al Envy slowly walks out wearing a green and black zipped up jacket with the words Envy in white across the front and Show Stealer written in gold on the back. He jaws with the fans as he slowly makes his way into the ring. He gets on the apron and leans back to look at everyone. Finally, spring boarding into the ring he throws out his arms antagonizing the crowd. Climbing to the top of one of the turnbuckles he raises his arms and absorbs the crowd reaction. He then takes his jacket off and drops it to one of the ringside aids then hops down and prepares for his match.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, from the luxurious Nevaeh Trailer Park in Alabama, the challenger, RICKYYY BOBBYYYY CAAAAAAAAAAASSELLLLLLLSS
The lights in the arena dim as the Instrumental Version of "Losing Your Mind" by Pride and Glory begins to blare over the arena. The only light that can be seen in the entire arena is coming from the Edge-tron. Suddenly, there's an explosion at the top of the entrance ramp as Blue and White pyros go off. The lights come back on as Ricky Bobby Cassels and his girlfriend Nikki Juggs are standing at the top of entrance ramp. The pair receives a standing reaction. Cassels is wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts with no shirt on, exposing his massive amount of chest hair. Nikki is wearing a pair of distastefully short daisy dukes and an orange tank top with no bra underneath it. The tank top has the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup logo in the center and it doesn't completely cover Nikki's stomach. She is a larger woman and her gut is hanging out of the tank top. Her ass is also hanging out of the daisy dukes giving the illusion of two hogs fighting. Nikki is walking in 3 inch thick high heels as she leads the way to the ring, a lit cigarette dangling from her lips. Cassels struts down the aisle trailing behind her. The crowd begins chanting "Ricky-Bobby" (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap) "Ricky Bobby" (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap). Nikki walks up the steel side steps and then holds the ropes down for Ricky as he slaps her on the ass before he enters the ring. Cassels walks over to the corner of the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle as the fans continue cheering. Meanwhile, Nikki stands in the center of the ring smoking her cigarette while trying to look all seductive but it isn't exactly working. Ricky steps down from the turnbuckle and makes his way to the center of the ring. Nikki and Ricky nearly swallow each other's faces as they make out before she exits the ring. Nikki will continue to chain smoke during Ricky Bobby's match.
Both men stand in the ring staring each other down as the Referee brings them together, suddenly.
the lights dim and blue strobe lights hit the rampway. A song plays over the speakers.
"I hurt myself today.....too see if I still feel....I focus on the pain.....the only thing that's real.....the needle tears a hole.....the old familier sting.....try to kill it all away....but....I remember anyway....What have I become....My sweetest thing....Everyone I know goes away....In the end!....And, you could have it all my empire of dirt... I will let you down i will make you hurt."
"Hurt" by Johnny Cash continues to play over the speakers and out steps the Owner of New Edge Wrestling Jesse Styles himself wearing black jeans, his black wife beater, black boots, and black sun glasses. He slowly walks down the ramp with a bit of that cold look across his face, just ignoring fans that are booing him loudly
Jesse Styles: Gentlemen, Gentlemen, I am expecting a good clean match here. No funny business from either of you, especially you Ricky. We are going to open this match up right. This will be a straight up match, pinfall or submission, disqualification rules are in effect.
Jesse sits down at the announce table with a headset on.
Vince Walters: Mr. Styles, it is a sheer pleasure to have you join us for this exciting match.
Jesse Styles: Thanks Vince, I’m glad to be out here.
The bell rings...Ding...Ding...Ding
The two men advance towards the middle of the ring, circling each other. They know each other quite well, and are waiting for the other to make the first move. Ricky feigns shooting at Al’s legs, and Al quickly steps sideways, which breaks his focus just enough for Ricky to send a knee to Al’s midsection, and lock him up by the head. Al quickly shoves Ricky off, and sends him into the ropes. Ricky rebounds, and is caught by a remarkable arm drag. Both men pop back up quickly and Al hits another arm drag. Again both men pop up, but this time Ricky blocks the arm drag attempt and and hits Al with a belly to belly suplex.
Vince Walters: Wow, this has been a back and forth match so far, both men have gotten some licks in.
Jill Matthews: Give it time Vince, Jesse is going to flip the script the second it gets grim.
Jesse Styles: Might I remind you Ms. Matthews that I sign your checks. I plan on making this a fair match.
Jill Matthews: MHM
Both men are back to their feet, as Ricky advances to the middle of the ring, hand raised for a test of strength. Al advances, cautiously lifting his hand, and then kicks Ricky in the midsection with his boot. Al grabs Ricky’s head, and hits him with a very crisp DDT, then floating over, and locking in a headlock. Al has Ricky’s arm locked between his legs, as he pulls on the head of Ricky, separating the neck from the shoulder. Al pulls hard, favoring his right shoulder only slightly.
Jill Matthews: It appears as though Al is not pulling as hard with that right arm. Perhaps his shoulder is bothering him a little.
Vince Walters: NONSENSE. He just doesn’t want to kill Ricky.
Al continues to pull, but Ricky is able to get his hand free from Al’s leg, and begin pushing up. He gets himself to all fours with Al still pulling. Al finally releases, and drops a heavy two handed club to the back of Ricky’s back. Al again locks up Ricky’s head, but does not get the arm locked in. Ricky pulls on Al’s hands, trying to break free from the hold. He gets the right hand unlocked, as Al still tries to pull with the left, but Ricky escapes the hold.
Jill Matthews: Ricky broke free.
Vince Walters: Al let him up.
Jill Matthews: Ok Vince.
Ricky rolls out of the ring, to recompose himself. Jesse Stands up.
Jesse Styles: We are now enforcing a 3 second countout, ref begin the count.
Ricky quickly slides back into the ring, and is immediately stomped to the back by Al Envy. Al lays down a flurry of stomps to the back and shoulders of Ricky. Al grabs Ricky by the scruff of his majestic mullet, and Ricky slaps Al’s arms away, and hits him with a heavy right hand. He follows it up with another, which is blocked by Al, who responds with a right of his own. Ricky fires a right at Al, Al responds with another right. Ricky hits another right, and immediately follows with a left jab, then another right jab. Ricky bounces off the ropes running towards the slightly disoriented Envy, and hits him with a shoulder block, which sends Al backwards.
Jill Matthews: Ricky is building up some confidence in this match. He seems to have Al reeling a little.
Vince Walters: Jill you’re so blind to the greatness that is Al Envy. He’s playing possum.
Jill Matthews: He better not play too long, it looks like Ricky is advancing.
Ricky drops an elbow into the sternum of Al, getting up and dropping another. Ricky picks Al up by the hair, lifting him up, and dropping him stomach first across the knee with a punishing gut buster. Ricky plants a knee into the midsection of Al, and begins raining down punches into the head of Al Envy.
Jill Matthews: Ricky is doing everything to make it hard for Al to breath.
Ricky goes in for the cover.
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Vince Walters: Al kicked out, that was a pointless cover by Ricky Cassels.
Jill Matthews: He is making Al waste energy on the kickout, hard to mount offense when you’re breathing heavy.
Vince Walters: Al is in peak physical performance. It’s going to take more than that to wind him.
Jill Matthews: Like that?
Ricky hits Al in the midsection with an elbow, doubling Al over. Ricky bounces off the ropes, and hits Al with a running knee lift, sending Al twisting to the ground. Ricky goes to again mount Al for some punches, but Al rolls him over into a small package.
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Jill Matthews: RICKY KICKS OUT!
Jesse Styles: Keep the excitement down there Jill, you’re supposed to be impartial remember?
Jill Matthews: What about captain asskisser over here?
Jesse Styles: I call the shots not you, you remain impartial or I will find someone else to cover your spot.
Vince Walters: Yeah Jill.
Jesse Styles: Shut up Vince.
Vince Walters: Understood boss.
Ricky and Al are now back to their feet. They lock up in the middle of the ring. Al overpowers Ricky, and gets him in a headlock. Ricky pushes Al into the ropes. Al bounces, rebounding towards Ricky. Both men tighten up and go for a shoulder block, neither giving any ground to the other. Al bounces again, and again both come to an impasse. Ricky bounces this time, but as he goes for a shoulder block, Al ducks it, grabbing Ricky by the head and hitting him with a devastating neck breaker. Ricky rolls on the ground holding his head, as Al gets to his feet.
Vince Walters: How’s your glorious Ricky doing now Jill?
Jill Matthews: I am calling this match impartial Vince.
Al grabs Ricky by the head, standing him up, but as he does, Ricky grabs Al’s arm, and drops to the mat, pulling on the arm of Al Envy.
Jill Matthews: Ricky has Al in an armbar, he is pulling on that right shoulder of Al’s, tugging hard.
Al screams in the middle of the ring, trying to pull himself to a rope, but each time he does, he drags Ricky, and subsequently extending the arm further. Jesse Styles at ringside looks very uneasy as Ricky continues to pull on the arm of Al. Al raises his hand, fighting to hang on, but knowing he can’t take the pain much longer. Finally Jesse Styles stands up.
Jesse Styles: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is now a leg submissions ONLY match.
Jill Matthews: WHAT! Ricky had it won. Ricky had Al beat in the center of the ring.
Vince Walters: Clearly he didn’t.
Jill Matthews: What happened to impartial?
Jesse Styles: I could sense the crowd getting bored with Ricky just hanging onto Al like a little kid, so I decided it was time to change things up. Make things more entertaining. This is all about the fans after all.
Al continues to scream as Ricky pulls hard, finally releasing the hold. Ricky gets to his feet, deliberately pulling Al up by his right arm. Al stands center of the ring, shaking his arm out trying to get blood flow to it, but Ricky kicks him behind the knee causing Al to fall backwards. Ricky then rolls Al over, and locks in a half Boston crab. Al quickly rolls to his back, kicking Ricky off with his free foot. Ricky bounces off the ropes, just in time for Al to lift his knee into the midsection of Ricky, sending him flipping ass over tea kettle. Jesse Styles again stands up.
Jesse Styles: This match is now a no disqualification match.
With that Jesse tosses his chair into the ring, as Al picks it up.
Vince Walters: That was generous of you boss to give up your seat for the betterment of the match.
Jill silently grumbles under her breath.
Jesse Styles: What was that Jill?
Jill Matthews: Nothing boss, good match we have here.
Jesse Styles: That’s what I thought I heard.
Al advances on Ricky, chair in hand, and slams the chair down towards the head of Ricky. Ricky rolls out of the ring, causing the chair to hit the mat. Ricky stands ringside, catching his breath, before moving towards the crowd. He hops the barricade and grabs a chair of his own. Al gives chase, and the two men are swinging at each other in the crowd. Both men collide chairs numerous times.
Vince Walters: It’s like a lightsaber duel.
Jill Matthews: You’re such an idiot.
Al grabs someone from his seat, it appears to be Ricky Molaroni. Al throws him towards Ricky Cassels, who holds up just in time, to not hit Ricky in the head with a chair. Ricky Bobby pushes Molaroni aside, just in time to get a chair smashed right across the dome.
Jill Matthews: What a coward, throwing a fan at Ricky like that.
Jesse Styles: That is no fan, that is an NEW signee Ricky Molaroni.
Jill Matthews: Well either way, Al throwing someone in harms way for his personal gain is very underhanded.
Vince Walters: And well within the rules, right boss?
Jesse Styles: Yes Vince, that is right.
Al picks the stunned Ricky Cassels up, and drops him chest first on the barricade at ringside. Ricky collapses to the floor, as Al again picks him up and throws him into a pile of vacated chairs. Ricky rolls on the ground in pain. Ricky Molaroni hits Al with a chair from behind, sending Al to a knee. Ricky Molaroni follows up with another shot to the back again, dropping Al to all fours. Ricky raises the chair again, but is quickly stopped by Ricky Bobby. Ricky Bobby picks Al up, and slams him into the barricade. Al bounces off with a thud landing forward. Ricky picks Al up, and whips again into the barricade, and again Al thuds off and back to the floor. Ricky does it one more time, but Al counters, as Ricky smashes into the Barricade, face first. Quickly Jesse Styles stands up.
Jesse Styles: Count out rules are now in effect. Referee, begin the count.
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Al quickly hops the barricade.
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Al rolls into the ring.
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Here comes Ricky Molaroni, running out to help Ricky Cassels up to his feet.
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Ricky Molaroni has Ricky over the barricade
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Ricky Molaroni is dragging Ricky to the ring.
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Ricky Molaroni gets Ricky into the ring, just in time to end the countout. Jesse stands up on the announce table, yelling, as Al begins stomping on the back of Ricky Bobby.
Jesse Styles: Ricky Molaroni, you sit your ass back down now or you’re fired.
Ricky settles back into his seat, clearly angry that he was brought into the middle of this match, but not wanting to lose his job.
Al lays stomp after stomp into the back of Ricky, before rolling him over for the pin.
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3...NO
Vince Walters: RICKY KICKED OUT?! NO! NO! NO!
Al begins arguing with the ref. Ricky struggles his way to his feet, and hits Al from behind, sending him forward. Ricky turns Al around, right into a giant right jab to the jaw. Al staggers backwards, but struggles forward, hitting Ricky with a jab of his own. Ricky returns, but Al blocks, landing another Jab on Ricky. Ricky goes in again, but Al blocks and again lands a Jab. Al blocks another Ricky retaliation, but misses his return jab causing Ricky to drop Al to the mat with another Armbar. Jesse Stands up.
Jesse Styles: I am now making this a handicap match.
Jesse moves to the ring, but just as he gets up on the apron, someone jumps the barricade and sweeps Jesse’s feet from under him, causing Jesse to fall to the apron.
Jill Matthews: It’s BUCK FLORIDA...He has stopped Jesse Styles from entering the ring, and he has now gotten in.
Vince Walters: He can’t do that, this is a handicap match.
Jill Matthews: Jesse never made it into the ring, so it is indeed a handicap match. Ricky and Buck vs Al Envy.
Ricky releases the hold, as he and Buck get Al to his feet, sending him into the opposite corner. Buck grabs Ricky’s arm, and Irish whips him as hard as he can into Al Envy in the corner. Ricky bounces back out just in time for Buck to run full speed at Al and hit him with a corner splash. Al collapses to the mat, propped in the corner. Ricky pulls Al out to his feet. He throws Al right into a big jumping headbutt by Buck Florida.
Vince Walters: Buck Florida has to jump just to headbutt Al Envy.
Jill Matthews: Well, he accomplished the headbutt didn’t he?
Vince Walters: Shut up Jill.
Buck and Ricky continue to stomp on Al in the center of the ring. Ricky starts dropping some elbows on Al, followed by Buck dropping elbows. They take turns hitting Al in the midsection with repeated Elbows. Ricky goes in for the cover, with Buck sitting on top of him.
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3...NO
Vince Walters: AL SOMEHOW ROLLED HIS SHOULDER!
Jill Matthews: How in the hell did he overpower two men to get the shoulder up?
Vince Walters: He’s a wrestling GOD
Buck and Ricky look stunned that Al was able to kickout. Buck goes up to the ref, wondering why the count was so slow, meanwhile, Ricky goes back to work on the midsection of Al. He stomps his boots right into the chest, and then follows with a stomp to the shoulder. He alternates back and forth, chest and shoulder, chest and shoulder. Finally Buck accepts that he’s not going to get the call he expected from the ref, and pulls Ricky aside, and picks Al up. Ricky goes for a superkick, but Al ducks it, and Ricky hits Buck in the face. Jesse starts stirring to his feet.
Vince Walters: Jesse is stirring. It seems the playing field will be level again.
Jill Matthews: He is going to need one more guy or this is not a handicap match though.
Vince Walters: Dammit.
Jesse gets to his feet, and waves towards him. Quickly, running from the back, comes Austen Impact.
Vince Walters: I KNEW IT! I KNEW JESSE HAD AN ACE UP HIS SLEEVE, AND WHAT AN ACE TO HAVE.
Austen slides into the ring, hitting Ricky with a German Suplex. He picks up Buck Florida, and drops him with a German Suplex. Austen helps Al to his feet, as Jesse steps into the ring. Ricky gets up first, and Al cuts him off with a #Concussion. Ricky collapses to the mat, falling out of the ring. Jesse picks up Buck Florida, throws him over to Austen. Austen wraps his hands around the waist of Buck Florida. Jesse steps in with a HYPE KICK, which is immediately followed by an Austen Impact German Suplex.
Vince Walters: Austen has just plowed through both men, leaving them in ruins. Hopefully this is a sign of things to come in the main event.
Austen and Jesse pick Buck Florida up, Al grabs the head, as Jesse and Austen hold him. Al hoists Buck up into the air for the GBE.
Vince Walters: GBE GBE GBE! and that is the by far the GREATEST BRAINBUSTER EVERRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Al rolls over for the cover.
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The bell rings DING DING DING…
Tom Davis: Your winner, and STILL NEW Trans-Atlantic Champion, ALLLLLLLLL ENNNNNNVYYYYYYYYYYY