Post by Jesse Styles on Aug 18, 2019 21:51:53 GMT -6
------We cut live into the arena from Green Bay where a sold out crowd is in attendance for NEW ASCENSION!!! A promo airs giving hype to Ascension with faces seen such as Johnny Stylez, Roger Wright, Jesse Styles, Hazard, Bobby Backdoor, Shane Sparx, Seth Iser, Blair Buchannan, Anika Swan, Scarlet, Al Envy and also some others are shown in this video package. Then the screen explodes and we are once again inside the arena where the action is about ready to get under way live on Pay Per View called Ascension!----
Jill Mathews:Hello and welcome everyone to New Edges first pay per view in over four years and I am excited.
Vince Walters: Are your nips hard? Because, I wont lie I am hard...
Jill Mathews: Sigh.... And, as always I Jill Mathews am joined by the creepy Vince Walters here tonight to call the action.
Vince Walters: Creepy but sexy!
Jill Mathews: No....Just no..... But, ladies and gentlemen you saw the opening package you know that tonight is a huge night with history being made yet again as all NEW singles titles are on the line and a feud that has been literally years upon years in the making finally has a one on one first ever match tonight.
Vince Walters: Not to mention a silver brief case match and a personal grudge match as well!
Jill Mathews: Yes those two now let's not continue to talk about it let's get to the action!
Vince Walters: Oh how I need action!
In the ring a couple bundles of fluorescent light tubes are set up on two sides of the ropes. On the outside of the ring sits a glass coffee table wrapped in barb wire. Set up next to the announce table is a tattoo parlor style chair and cart with tattoo supplies. Also spread out along the outside are two different areas with cinder blocks laid out in perfect squares with about 12 blocks apiece. Inside the ring, James Wolf stands in one corner. Across from him stands Deacon Horrible. Both men are locked in a death stare as they await the bell to ring.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Horrible and Wolf both immediately exit through the ropes to the outside on opposite sides of the ring. As Horrible lifts up the apron, Wolf already has a steel chair tossed into the ring and roll of barb wire in hand.
Jill Mathews: Both men wasting no time here.
Vince Walters: I have a feeling we’re about to witness some brutality!
Both men start throwing an assortment of baseball bats, kendo sticks, barb wire, glass plates and more steel chairs into the ring. Both men slowly climb back on to the ring apron opposite each other. Neither man taking their eyes off the other. Wolf makes the first move into the ring followed my Horrible.
Jill Mathews: HERE WE GO!
Wolf quickly picks up a steel chair and throws it at Horrible. He catches it only to then eat a big boot to the chair causing it it crack into his head. Horrible hits the mat and immediately rolls to the outside trying to shake it off as he drops to a knee. Wolf is already up on the rope, launching himself to the outside with a cork screw moonsault. Horrible stands tall and catches him on his shoulder converting the momentum into a running power slam into the barricade.
Jill Mathews: What a high impact move by Deacon Horrible!
Vince Walters: James Wolf thought he had Horrible with that cork screw moonsault but boy was he wrong.
Wolf lays on the floor outside of the ring as Horrible gets back up to his feet. He approaches Wolf and offers a kick to the ribs. Horrible turns around and grabs the mat ripping it up from the floor exposing the concrete floor. As he turns around to Wolf..
SMASH!
Wolf had gotten up with a glass plate in hand, shattering it over the top of Horribles head. Before he can fall forward, Wolf grabs and tucks Horrible’s head before planting him into the exposed concrete with a vicious ddt.
Vince Walters: HOLY CRAP!
Jill Mathews: James Wolf just ripped Deacon Horrible’s mask off!
Wolf throws the mask into the crowd before lifting Horrible back up to his feet. He kicks him in the gut and plants him onto the exposed concrete floor again with another ddt.
Jill Mathews: Oh Deacon is bleeding now Vince.
Vince Walters: I can see that Jill! That’s a large gash on Horrible’s forehead!
Jill Mathews: This match is already getting out of hand!
Wolf pulls Horrible up to his feet and strong Irish whips him into the ring post. Deacon hits the steel hard face first sending a splat of blood flying as he crumbles to the floor. James takes this time to look out among the crowd. A fan from the front row yells “Fuck you Wolf!” resulting in Wolf spitting at him. He returns to Deacon and begins to pummel his side with stiff kick after stiff kick. He picks him up and sends him rolling into the ring. James goes under the ring apron, pulling out a table and setting it up. Returning into the ring, he lifts Deacon to his feet. Wolf unloads a nicely executed combination of hooks and jabs before delivering a sick uppercut that causes Deacon to fall back into the corner.
Jill Mathews: Deacon Horrible is out of it Vince. Look at him.
Vince Walters: This match is turning out to be pretty one sided. I expected better!
Just then Deacon explodes from the corner, catching Wolf off guard with a devastating clothesline. He goes down to the mat along with him. Both men begin making their way to their feet. The blood dripping from Deacon Horrible’s forehead becomes heavier, covering his entire face. Wolf throws a stiff punch but Deacon blocks it, grabbing Wolf in the process and tucks his head. He hits James with a suplex. Deacon gets to his feet and grabs a steel chair, setting it up. He grabs another steel chair and sets it up a couple feet away from the other. Deacon unties a bundle of light tubes from the ropes and lays them across the two steel chairs.
Vince Walters: Deacon Horrible just constructed his own table with those chairs and fluorescent light tubes Jill.
Jill Mathews: Oh this is going to be bad Vince.
Deacon lifts Wolf to his feet and sends him to the corner. He grabs a kendo stick and meets Wolf in the corner. Horrible cracks Wolf over the head with an absurd shot with the kendo stick. Again. Another crack over the head. A spot of blood becomes visible on James’ head. Deacon drops the kendo stick and begins setting Wolf up on the rope. He climbs to the top rope, and attempts to set James up for a superplex. Wolf stops his attempt, and punches him in the head. He grabs Deacon and sets him up, both men going to the outside of the ring through the table James Wolf set up earlier in the match.
Jill Mathews: SUPERPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE TABLE BY JAMES WOLF!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Vince Walters: Both of these guys ate shit on that one.
The crowd is chanting holy shit as both men are laying in the debris of the table. James Wolf is the first back to his feet, and he lifts Horrible up to his feet. Deacon stumbles a bit, resting himself on the barricade. Wolf hits him with a big boot that sends Deacon over the barricade into the crowd. James stands up on the barricade and jumps off. Horrible catches him and unleashed a monstrous belly to belly suplex. Both men again lay upon the floor. Deacon wipes blood away from his face as he rolls over, slowlyy getting up to his knees. James Wolf begins crawling away from him, deeper into the crowd. Horrible stands up and goes on the pursuit. He stomps James in the square of his back a couple of times. Deacon pushes away a fan that gets too close to the action. He returns his focus to Wolf who has gotten up. James takes a cup of beer from a fan and takes a sip. He then proceeds to throw the beer into Deacon’s face. Wolf follows that with a nice combination of punches that send Deacon stumbling to an open space for different wiring and lighting fixtures.
Vince Walters: Blood is now covering both men’s faces Jill.
Jill Mathews: James Wolf just slammed Deacon Horrible face first into that wall!
Deacon bounces off the wall backwards where Wolf again grabs him to throw him at the wall. Horrible reverses, sending James face first into the wall. He grabs James from behind before he could fall and unleashes a releasing German suplex. Wolf hits the back of his head hard as Deacon gets back up to his feet. As he does a man in a bullet proof Armani Wall Street slate blue wool suit appears from the back, making his way to the center of the stage. Deacon looks over, seeing him and immediately drops to a knee with his hands covering his ears. The man looks over to the two fallen competitors with a smirk on his face before he makes his way down the ramp, joining the commentators.
Vince Walters: What the hell?
Jill Mathews: Who are you?
Man: Shut up bitch, I’m just here to watch.
James Wolf has made his way back to his feet slowly. He looks over and notices Horrible rocking while he is holding his ears. At first he is confused but immediately shakes it off, kicking Deacon full force in the face. James lifts Horrible up, and grabs him by the back of the head. He leads him to the barricade next to the entrance ramp. Wolf tosses Horrible over the barricade and he crashes on to the steel of the ramp. James climbs up on the barricade and jumps off executing a perfect shooting star press. He lands right to the mid section of Deacon’s gut.
Jill Mathews: Amazing shooting star press by James Wolf.
Man: I gotta admit, I didn’t think ole Morbid still had the juice.
Vince Walters: Wait. I know who you are!
Jill Mathews: Who?
Vince Walters: You’re Brandon Moore!
James Wolf has now led Deacon Horrible back to the ringside area. He tosses Deacon over to a pile of cinder blocks. As Wolf comes near, Horrible attempts to tackle him with a spear from the ground. James blocks it, driving an elbow into his back. He follows that up with a swift kick to Deacon’s face. Wolf walks over to a spool of barb wire and returns to Horrible. Deacon rolls off from the cinder blocks as James unravels the spool and tosses them on top of the blocks. He goes to pick Horrible up but gets greeted with a head butt to his chin. Wolf drops to a knee as Deacon gets up, wrapping him up from behind. He delivers a German suplex onto the barb wire covered cinder blocks but he doesn’t let go. Rolling through and lifting him, Deacon hits Wolf with another German suplex.
Vince Walters: Oh he’s going for it guys!
Jill Mathews: MISERY SIGNALS!!
Horrible connects with the third German suplex which completely demolishes the pile of cinder blocks. The barb wire cuts into the flesh of both men. James Wolf is down and not moving atop the crushed cinder blocks and has a bit of barb wire wrapped around his torso. Deacon is rolling in pain over to the side on the floor, holding his left shoulder.
Jill Mathews: Who's Brandon Moore?
Brandon Moore: Never heard of 'em.
Vince Walters: You retired a looong time ago.
Brandon Moore: Shouldn't your ass be performing your duty and calling the fuggin match?
Deacon Horrible is back to his feet now and he stands atop the crumbled blocks. He grabs Wolf's legs and applies his version of the Lion Tamer called Hell Kitchen. James attempts to counter but Deacon gets it fully locked in. He drives his knee into James' back, wrenching on his legs. Wolf lets out a hearty growl as he is feeling this one. The submission hold is locked in on top of the rubble from the cinder blocks. James grabs his head, the pain becoming unbearable. Deacon gets comfortable, keeping the hold relishing the moment. Wolf holds his hands up with clenched fists, reaches deep down within himself and is able to force his way out of the hold. Horrible hits face first on the outside floor from the pile of crushed blocks. James Wolf makes quick work unwrapping the barb wire from his torso and lunges towards Deacon.
Vince Walters: James Wolf with his own submission hold now.
Jill Mathews: He calls that one the Death Sentence.
James Wolf applies his modified version of the Dragon Sleeper to Deacon Horrible. Deacon struggles to get free, but James locks it in tight. Moments pass and Horrible continues to struggle for freedom. Slowly you can see his body become limp as Wolf puts him to sleep. He lets go of Deacon's lifeless body and gets back up to his feet. He looks out among the crowd, flipping them off. James looks around and spots the tattoo kit set up over by the announce table. He heads over that direction but stops as he gets close. James looks over at the announce table and notices Brandon Moore for the first time. He gives him a cold stare and points at him.
Brandon Moore: WHAT UP MORBID?
James Wolf flips him off and yells at him to stay the fuck out of it.
Vince Walters: Boy he sure don't like you does he?
Jill Mathews: Probably because he's most likely that guy from Deacon Horrible's promos.
Brandon Moore: Do y'all ever just shut the fugg up and do your jobs? Don't worry bout what I be doin and worry about calling the fuggin match.
Jill Mathews: Excuse me? You came to our announce table.
Brandon Moore: Yeah, and I bet you'd fetch a pretty penny too bitch.
Vince Walters: DEACON'S AWAKE!
As Deacon Horrible goes to get Wolf from behind, James quickly counters him and sends him face first into the barricade. Wolf wipes blood from his face to clear his vision as he goes to the ring and lifts up the apron. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a twelve foot ladder. James slides the ladder into the ring before returning to Deacon who's up on his hands and knees. James punts him really hard in the stomach causing Horrible to come up in the air a bit. Grabbing Deacon by his hair, Wolf stands him up before wrapping him and delivers a sick t-bone suplex onto the floor. James gets back up and grabs a wayward light tube which he immediately smashes across Deacon. He stands Deacon up just to send his ass back down with a knife edge chop. Picks him back up, another knife edge chop but Deacon only stumbles from this one. Wolf goes to clothesline him but Deacon ducks under, and comes back up as James turns around eating a super kick from Deacon right in the mouth.
Jill Mathews: Ouch, blood flew out of James Wolf's mouth on that one.
Brandon Moore: Bout fuggin time Deke, looking like a bitch out here.
Vince Walters: Deacon has James Wolf up in a stalling suplex.
Deacon drops Wolf on his neck turning the stalled suplex into a brainbuster. He gets up to his feet, and reaches into the ring to grab one of the steel chairs. Returning to Wolf, Horrible drives the chair across his back. Wolf arches his back in pain as he takes another shot to the back. Deacon slams the chair on him once more, releasing the chair as he does. He picks the chair back up and sets it up. Deacon lifts Wolf back up to his feet facing away from the chair. Wrapping his arms around Wolf from behind, Horrible delivers a devastating german suplex sending Wolf into the chair, obliterating it. Deacon kicks away the mangled chair, and goes back underneath the ring. He pulls out a large sack and starts pouring out what look like thumb tacks covering the ground ringside. As Deacon goes to grab Wolf, he is met with a strong swing that dots his eye by James. Horrible stumbles backwards as Wolf regains composure and gets to his feet. Deacon attempts to hit a clothesline but Wolf ducks, lifting him up on his shoulders and delivers an STF. Horrible lands hard on top of the thumb tacks. He kicks around, holding his back in pain as it's littered with thumb tacks. Wolf lifts him up and rolls him into the ring.
Jill Mathews: There's basically no room in the ring as there are weapons littered around and that ladder.
Vince Walters: The chairs with the light tubes across them still remains as well.
Brandon Moore: And two bitch ass wrestlers!
Wolf is in the ring now and up to his feet. Fans have begun throwing cups and other various trash into the ring. James lifts his arm up in the air, embracing the garbage. He gets Deacon up to his feet, and leads him in front of the light tube table. Both men with their backs to it, James grabs Horrible and crushes him through the light tube table with a russian leg sweep. They each take the brunt of this one, and the chairs holding the tubes each fall over. Wolf gets on top of Deacon and begins to just smash his face with a flurry of lefts and rights. He grabs Horrible's head, slamming in repeatedly into the mat. James slams his head one last time and gets up to his feet. He goes over and grabs the ladder, bringing it up and sets it up near the ropes. Wolf turns around and is caught with a super kick from Horrible. He hits the mat. Deacon sets the two chairs back up, back to back. He lifts Wolf up into the air and drops him on his back atop the backs of the chairs. Wolf slides down into a seated position on one of the chairs. Deacon sits down on the other chair, and extends his arms. James immediately comes to life, grabbing Deacon and pulling his head back.
Jill Mathews: ANOTHER DEATH SENTENCE!
Vince Walters: The back of that chair's digging into Horrible's back, applying my pressure to that spine.
Brandon Moore: Go on Morbid, just kill his ass.
Wolf holds the Death Sentence until he feels Deacon's body go limp. He lifts Deacon up onto his shoulders with his stomach in the air before driving the back of his head onto the steel chair with an inverted death valley driver. Horrible lays out cold while Wolf sits next to him in the ring catching his breath. As James goes to get to his feet, Deacon tries to push himself up but fails. Wolf goes to the ladder, and begins to ascend. He slowly climbs up, rung by rung. Horrible is to his feet now, and joins Wolf on the ladder. Both men climb up slowly before meeting each other at the very top. A hard right hand by Wolf. Deacon returns the favor with a left. Another right by Wolf. A left and right returned by Horrible. James grabs Deacon's head and slams it on the top of the ladder. Both men grab each other's heads like they want to attempt a suplex.
Jill Mathews: OH MY GOD!
Vince Walters: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
Brandon Moore: ::Yawns::
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Both men fly off the ladder to the outside, performing a double neck breaker to each other. Their bodies slam into the glass table wrapped in barb wire on the outside. Glass flies, as the shatter sound booms and fills the arena. The fans continue to chant holy shit as both men lay helpless tangled and mangled in the barb wire, and glass. Parts of their bodies slumped over parts of the frame for the table. James Wolf starts crawling towards the tattoo equipment. He gets a hold of the kit, and drags it back over to Deacon Horrible who still lays broken in the aftermath of the fall. He goes to start inking when suddenly from behind Brandon Moore smashes him over the head with a steel chair.
Jill Mathews: THAT BASTARD!
Vince Walters: James Wolf had this one won Jill. What in the hell.
Jill Mathews: Brandon Moore really is a despicable human being.
Vince Walters: I have a feeling he's only getting started here in New Edge Jill.
Brandon has laid waste to both men with steel chair shots at this point. He now focuses on James Wolf, and lifts him up. Moore puts Wolf on his shoulders and delivers a crushing South City GTS.
Vince Walters: James Wolf is out cold here Jill.
Jill Mathews: What are they going to do to him?
Vince Walters: I don't think we want to know.
Brandon sits Deacon up, slapping him in the face. Horrible stands up as Moore instructs him to pick up James Wolf by pointing at him. Deacon throws Wolf up over his right shoulder, Wolf's still out cold.
THIS IS BULLSHIT!
THIS IS BULLSHIT!
THIS IS BULLSHIT!
Jill Mathews: Wow the fans are really letting it be known what they think of this one.
Vince Walters: They wanted to see one of these men get the other's name tatted here tonight.
Jill Mathews: That bastard Brandon Moore has robbed them all. He robbed James Wolf of a victory here tonight.
Low, down, and dirty by Eminem starts blaring over the loud speakers as Brandon Moore walks ahead of Deacon Horrible with James Wolf slung over his shoulder. The fans are showering them with garbage. Moore has a smile on his face as he crotch chops at multiple fans as they make their way up the ramp. All three of them disappear into the back.
Jill Mathews: Somebody call the cops, they've just kidnapped James Wolf.
Vince Walters: Oh God, I hope they turn him into a sex slave.
Jill Mathews: What?
Vince Walters: Don't. Don't turn him into a sex slave I mean.
Jill Mathews:Hello and welcome everyone to New Edges first pay per view in over four years and I am excited.
Vince Walters: Are your nips hard? Because, I wont lie I am hard...
Jill Mathews: Sigh.... And, as always I Jill Mathews am joined by the creepy Vince Walters here tonight to call the action.
Vince Walters: Creepy but sexy!
Jill Mathews: No....Just no..... But, ladies and gentlemen you saw the opening package you know that tonight is a huge night with history being made yet again as all NEW singles titles are on the line and a feud that has been literally years upon years in the making finally has a one on one first ever match tonight.
Vince Walters: Not to mention a silver brief case match and a personal grudge match as well!
Jill Mathews: Yes those two now let's not continue to talk about it let's get to the action!
Vince Walters: Oh how I need action!
In the ring a couple bundles of fluorescent light tubes are set up on two sides of the ropes. On the outside of the ring sits a glass coffee table wrapped in barb wire. Set up next to the announce table is a tattoo parlor style chair and cart with tattoo supplies. Also spread out along the outside are two different areas with cinder blocks laid out in perfect squares with about 12 blocks apiece. Inside the ring, James Wolf stands in one corner. Across from him stands Deacon Horrible. Both men are locked in a death stare as they await the bell to ring.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Horrible and Wolf both immediately exit through the ropes to the outside on opposite sides of the ring. As Horrible lifts up the apron, Wolf already has a steel chair tossed into the ring and roll of barb wire in hand.
Jill Mathews: Both men wasting no time here.
Vince Walters: I have a feeling we’re about to witness some brutality!
Both men start throwing an assortment of baseball bats, kendo sticks, barb wire, glass plates and more steel chairs into the ring. Both men slowly climb back on to the ring apron opposite each other. Neither man taking their eyes off the other. Wolf makes the first move into the ring followed my Horrible.
Jill Mathews: HERE WE GO!
Wolf quickly picks up a steel chair and throws it at Horrible. He catches it only to then eat a big boot to the chair causing it it crack into his head. Horrible hits the mat and immediately rolls to the outside trying to shake it off as he drops to a knee. Wolf is already up on the rope, launching himself to the outside with a cork screw moonsault. Horrible stands tall and catches him on his shoulder converting the momentum into a running power slam into the barricade.
Jill Mathews: What a high impact move by Deacon Horrible!
Vince Walters: James Wolf thought he had Horrible with that cork screw moonsault but boy was he wrong.
Wolf lays on the floor outside of the ring as Horrible gets back up to his feet. He approaches Wolf and offers a kick to the ribs. Horrible turns around and grabs the mat ripping it up from the floor exposing the concrete floor. As he turns around to Wolf..
SMASH!
Wolf had gotten up with a glass plate in hand, shattering it over the top of Horribles head. Before he can fall forward, Wolf grabs and tucks Horrible’s head before planting him into the exposed concrete with a vicious ddt.
Vince Walters: HOLY CRAP!
Jill Mathews: James Wolf just ripped Deacon Horrible’s mask off!
Wolf throws the mask into the crowd before lifting Horrible back up to his feet. He kicks him in the gut and plants him onto the exposed concrete floor again with another ddt.
Jill Mathews: Oh Deacon is bleeding now Vince.
Vince Walters: I can see that Jill! That’s a large gash on Horrible’s forehead!
Jill Mathews: This match is already getting out of hand!
Wolf pulls Horrible up to his feet and strong Irish whips him into the ring post. Deacon hits the steel hard face first sending a splat of blood flying as he crumbles to the floor. James takes this time to look out among the crowd. A fan from the front row yells “Fuck you Wolf!” resulting in Wolf spitting at him. He returns to Deacon and begins to pummel his side with stiff kick after stiff kick. He picks him up and sends him rolling into the ring. James goes under the ring apron, pulling out a table and setting it up. Returning into the ring, he lifts Deacon to his feet. Wolf unloads a nicely executed combination of hooks and jabs before delivering a sick uppercut that causes Deacon to fall back into the corner.
Jill Mathews: Deacon Horrible is out of it Vince. Look at him.
Vince Walters: This match is turning out to be pretty one sided. I expected better!
Just then Deacon explodes from the corner, catching Wolf off guard with a devastating clothesline. He goes down to the mat along with him. Both men begin making their way to their feet. The blood dripping from Deacon Horrible’s forehead becomes heavier, covering his entire face. Wolf throws a stiff punch but Deacon blocks it, grabbing Wolf in the process and tucks his head. He hits James with a suplex. Deacon gets to his feet and grabs a steel chair, setting it up. He grabs another steel chair and sets it up a couple feet away from the other. Deacon unties a bundle of light tubes from the ropes and lays them across the two steel chairs.
Vince Walters: Deacon Horrible just constructed his own table with those chairs and fluorescent light tubes Jill.
Jill Mathews: Oh this is going to be bad Vince.
Deacon lifts Wolf to his feet and sends him to the corner. He grabs a kendo stick and meets Wolf in the corner. Horrible cracks Wolf over the head with an absurd shot with the kendo stick. Again. Another crack over the head. A spot of blood becomes visible on James’ head. Deacon drops the kendo stick and begins setting Wolf up on the rope. He climbs to the top rope, and attempts to set James up for a superplex. Wolf stops his attempt, and punches him in the head. He grabs Deacon and sets him up, both men going to the outside of the ring through the table James Wolf set up earlier in the match.
Jill Mathews: SUPERPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE TABLE BY JAMES WOLF!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Vince Walters: Both of these guys ate shit on that one.
The crowd is chanting holy shit as both men are laying in the debris of the table. James Wolf is the first back to his feet, and he lifts Horrible up to his feet. Deacon stumbles a bit, resting himself on the barricade. Wolf hits him with a big boot that sends Deacon over the barricade into the crowd. James stands up on the barricade and jumps off. Horrible catches him and unleashed a monstrous belly to belly suplex. Both men again lay upon the floor. Deacon wipes blood away from his face as he rolls over, slowlyy getting up to his knees. James Wolf begins crawling away from him, deeper into the crowd. Horrible stands up and goes on the pursuit. He stomps James in the square of his back a couple of times. Deacon pushes away a fan that gets too close to the action. He returns his focus to Wolf who has gotten up. James takes a cup of beer from a fan and takes a sip. He then proceeds to throw the beer into Deacon’s face. Wolf follows that with a nice combination of punches that send Deacon stumbling to an open space for different wiring and lighting fixtures.
Vince Walters: Blood is now covering both men’s faces Jill.
Jill Mathews: James Wolf just slammed Deacon Horrible face first into that wall!
Deacon bounces off the wall backwards where Wolf again grabs him to throw him at the wall. Horrible reverses, sending James face first into the wall. He grabs James from behind before he could fall and unleashes a releasing German suplex. Wolf hits the back of his head hard as Deacon gets back up to his feet. As he does a man in a bullet proof Armani Wall Street slate blue wool suit appears from the back, making his way to the center of the stage. Deacon looks over, seeing him and immediately drops to a knee with his hands covering his ears. The man looks over to the two fallen competitors with a smirk on his face before he makes his way down the ramp, joining the commentators.
Vince Walters: What the hell?
Jill Mathews: Who are you?
Man: Shut up bitch, I’m just here to watch.
James Wolf has made his way back to his feet slowly. He looks over and notices Horrible rocking while he is holding his ears. At first he is confused but immediately shakes it off, kicking Deacon full force in the face. James lifts Horrible up, and grabs him by the back of the head. He leads him to the barricade next to the entrance ramp. Wolf tosses Horrible over the barricade and he crashes on to the steel of the ramp. James climbs up on the barricade and jumps off executing a perfect shooting star press. He lands right to the mid section of Deacon’s gut.
Jill Mathews: Amazing shooting star press by James Wolf.
Man: I gotta admit, I didn’t think ole Morbid still had the juice.
Vince Walters: Wait. I know who you are!
Jill Mathews: Who?
Vince Walters: You’re Brandon Moore!
James Wolf has now led Deacon Horrible back to the ringside area. He tosses Deacon over to a pile of cinder blocks. As Wolf comes near, Horrible attempts to tackle him with a spear from the ground. James blocks it, driving an elbow into his back. He follows that up with a swift kick to Deacon’s face. Wolf walks over to a spool of barb wire and returns to Horrible. Deacon rolls off from the cinder blocks as James unravels the spool and tosses them on top of the blocks. He goes to pick Horrible up but gets greeted with a head butt to his chin. Wolf drops to a knee as Deacon gets up, wrapping him up from behind. He delivers a German suplex onto the barb wire covered cinder blocks but he doesn’t let go. Rolling through and lifting him, Deacon hits Wolf with another German suplex.
Vince Walters: Oh he’s going for it guys!
Jill Mathews: MISERY SIGNALS!!
Horrible connects with the third German suplex which completely demolishes the pile of cinder blocks. The barb wire cuts into the flesh of both men. James Wolf is down and not moving atop the crushed cinder blocks and has a bit of barb wire wrapped around his torso. Deacon is rolling in pain over to the side on the floor, holding his left shoulder.
Jill Mathews: Who's Brandon Moore?
Brandon Moore: Never heard of 'em.
Vince Walters: You retired a looong time ago.
Brandon Moore: Shouldn't your ass be performing your duty and calling the fuggin match?
Deacon Horrible is back to his feet now and he stands atop the crumbled blocks. He grabs Wolf's legs and applies his version of the Lion Tamer called Hell Kitchen. James attempts to counter but Deacon gets it fully locked in. He drives his knee into James' back, wrenching on his legs. Wolf lets out a hearty growl as he is feeling this one. The submission hold is locked in on top of the rubble from the cinder blocks. James grabs his head, the pain becoming unbearable. Deacon gets comfortable, keeping the hold relishing the moment. Wolf holds his hands up with clenched fists, reaches deep down within himself and is able to force his way out of the hold. Horrible hits face first on the outside floor from the pile of crushed blocks. James Wolf makes quick work unwrapping the barb wire from his torso and lunges towards Deacon.
Vince Walters: James Wolf with his own submission hold now.
Jill Mathews: He calls that one the Death Sentence.
James Wolf applies his modified version of the Dragon Sleeper to Deacon Horrible. Deacon struggles to get free, but James locks it in tight. Moments pass and Horrible continues to struggle for freedom. Slowly you can see his body become limp as Wolf puts him to sleep. He lets go of Deacon's lifeless body and gets back up to his feet. He looks out among the crowd, flipping them off. James looks around and spots the tattoo kit set up over by the announce table. He heads over that direction but stops as he gets close. James looks over at the announce table and notices Brandon Moore for the first time. He gives him a cold stare and points at him.
Brandon Moore: WHAT UP MORBID?
James Wolf flips him off and yells at him to stay the fuck out of it.
Vince Walters: Boy he sure don't like you does he?
Jill Mathews: Probably because he's most likely that guy from Deacon Horrible's promos.
Brandon Moore: Do y'all ever just shut the fugg up and do your jobs? Don't worry bout what I be doin and worry about calling the fuggin match.
Jill Mathews: Excuse me? You came to our announce table.
Brandon Moore: Yeah, and I bet you'd fetch a pretty penny too bitch.
Vince Walters: DEACON'S AWAKE!
As Deacon Horrible goes to get Wolf from behind, James quickly counters him and sends him face first into the barricade. Wolf wipes blood from his face to clear his vision as he goes to the ring and lifts up the apron. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a twelve foot ladder. James slides the ladder into the ring before returning to Deacon who's up on his hands and knees. James punts him really hard in the stomach causing Horrible to come up in the air a bit. Grabbing Deacon by his hair, Wolf stands him up before wrapping him and delivers a sick t-bone suplex onto the floor. James gets back up and grabs a wayward light tube which he immediately smashes across Deacon. He stands Deacon up just to send his ass back down with a knife edge chop. Picks him back up, another knife edge chop but Deacon only stumbles from this one. Wolf goes to clothesline him but Deacon ducks under, and comes back up as James turns around eating a super kick from Deacon right in the mouth.
Jill Mathews: Ouch, blood flew out of James Wolf's mouth on that one.
Brandon Moore: Bout fuggin time Deke, looking like a bitch out here.
Vince Walters: Deacon has James Wolf up in a stalling suplex.
Deacon drops Wolf on his neck turning the stalled suplex into a brainbuster. He gets up to his feet, and reaches into the ring to grab one of the steel chairs. Returning to Wolf, Horrible drives the chair across his back. Wolf arches his back in pain as he takes another shot to the back. Deacon slams the chair on him once more, releasing the chair as he does. He picks the chair back up and sets it up. Deacon lifts Wolf back up to his feet facing away from the chair. Wrapping his arms around Wolf from behind, Horrible delivers a devastating german suplex sending Wolf into the chair, obliterating it. Deacon kicks away the mangled chair, and goes back underneath the ring. He pulls out a large sack and starts pouring out what look like thumb tacks covering the ground ringside. As Deacon goes to grab Wolf, he is met with a strong swing that dots his eye by James. Horrible stumbles backwards as Wolf regains composure and gets to his feet. Deacon attempts to hit a clothesline but Wolf ducks, lifting him up on his shoulders and delivers an STF. Horrible lands hard on top of the thumb tacks. He kicks around, holding his back in pain as it's littered with thumb tacks. Wolf lifts him up and rolls him into the ring.
Jill Mathews: There's basically no room in the ring as there are weapons littered around and that ladder.
Vince Walters: The chairs with the light tubes across them still remains as well.
Brandon Moore: And two bitch ass wrestlers!
Wolf is in the ring now and up to his feet. Fans have begun throwing cups and other various trash into the ring. James lifts his arm up in the air, embracing the garbage. He gets Deacon up to his feet, and leads him in front of the light tube table. Both men with their backs to it, James grabs Horrible and crushes him through the light tube table with a russian leg sweep. They each take the brunt of this one, and the chairs holding the tubes each fall over. Wolf gets on top of Deacon and begins to just smash his face with a flurry of lefts and rights. He grabs Horrible's head, slamming in repeatedly into the mat. James slams his head one last time and gets up to his feet. He goes over and grabs the ladder, bringing it up and sets it up near the ropes. Wolf turns around and is caught with a super kick from Horrible. He hits the mat. Deacon sets the two chairs back up, back to back. He lifts Wolf up into the air and drops him on his back atop the backs of the chairs. Wolf slides down into a seated position on one of the chairs. Deacon sits down on the other chair, and extends his arms. James immediately comes to life, grabbing Deacon and pulling his head back.
Jill Mathews: ANOTHER DEATH SENTENCE!
Vince Walters: The back of that chair's digging into Horrible's back, applying my pressure to that spine.
Brandon Moore: Go on Morbid, just kill his ass.
Wolf holds the Death Sentence until he feels Deacon's body go limp. He lifts Deacon up onto his shoulders with his stomach in the air before driving the back of his head onto the steel chair with an inverted death valley driver. Horrible lays out cold while Wolf sits next to him in the ring catching his breath. As James goes to get to his feet, Deacon tries to push himself up but fails. Wolf goes to the ladder, and begins to ascend. He slowly climbs up, rung by rung. Horrible is to his feet now, and joins Wolf on the ladder. Both men climb up slowly before meeting each other at the very top. A hard right hand by Wolf. Deacon returns the favor with a left. Another right by Wolf. A left and right returned by Horrible. James grabs Deacon's head and slams it on the top of the ladder. Both men grab each other's heads like they want to attempt a suplex.
Jill Mathews: OH MY GOD!
Vince Walters: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
Brandon Moore: ::Yawns::
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Both men fly off the ladder to the outside, performing a double neck breaker to each other. Their bodies slam into the glass table wrapped in barb wire on the outside. Glass flies, as the shatter sound booms and fills the arena. The fans continue to chant holy shit as both men lay helpless tangled and mangled in the barb wire, and glass. Parts of their bodies slumped over parts of the frame for the table. James Wolf starts crawling towards the tattoo equipment. He gets a hold of the kit, and drags it back over to Deacon Horrible who still lays broken in the aftermath of the fall. He goes to start inking when suddenly from behind Brandon Moore smashes him over the head with a steel chair.
Jill Mathews: THAT BASTARD!
Vince Walters: James Wolf had this one won Jill. What in the hell.
Jill Mathews: Brandon Moore really is a despicable human being.
Vince Walters: I have a feeling he's only getting started here in New Edge Jill.
Brandon has laid waste to both men with steel chair shots at this point. He now focuses on James Wolf, and lifts him up. Moore puts Wolf on his shoulders and delivers a crushing South City GTS.
Vince Walters: James Wolf is out cold here Jill.
Jill Mathews: What are they going to do to him?
Vince Walters: I don't think we want to know.
Brandon sits Deacon up, slapping him in the face. Horrible stands up as Moore instructs him to pick up James Wolf by pointing at him. Deacon throws Wolf up over his right shoulder, Wolf's still out cold.
THIS IS BULLSHIT!
THIS IS BULLSHIT!
THIS IS BULLSHIT!
Jill Mathews: Wow the fans are really letting it be known what they think of this one.
Vince Walters: They wanted to see one of these men get the other's name tatted here tonight.
Jill Mathews: That bastard Brandon Moore has robbed them all. He robbed James Wolf of a victory here tonight.
Low, down, and dirty by Eminem starts blaring over the loud speakers as Brandon Moore walks ahead of Deacon Horrible with James Wolf slung over his shoulder. The fans are showering them with garbage. Moore has a smile on his face as he crotch chops at multiple fans as they make their way up the ramp. All three of them disappear into the back.
Jill Mathews: Somebody call the cops, they've just kidnapped James Wolf.
Vince Walters: Oh God, I hope they turn him into a sex slave.
Jill Mathews: What?
Vince Walters: Don't. Don't turn him into a sex slave I mean.