Post by Jesse Styles on Apr 14, 2013 17:45:23 GMT -6
A MAN OF THE FANS
As IGNITE goes live we go to images from last weeks Kamikaze pay per view. Shots are seen of the brutal Xcore Title match with Hazard winning, another shot is seen of Seth Iser pulling off the win over Cera, Johnny hitting Roger with a car, INKT defeating Colt for the NEW Title using Jesse Styles hand to make the count who had been dirty needled to the mat and then a final image is seen of Hunter Valentyne getting drop kicked into Valora on top of the scaffold in the Terrordome by Matt Slater and thus setting of a huge explosion. The Scaffold breaks apart yet one Matt Slater grabbed a hold of two of the chains holding the scaffold and managed to grab the brief case. After those shots we go in live to the NEW arena where New Edge has returned home for the week to a sell out crowd live from Chicago Illinois.
Jill Mathews: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to our latest edition of Ignite coming off the heels of an explosive Kamikaze! I am Jill Mathews and with me as always Vince Walters.
Vince Walters: Yes it is I the broadcast journalist himself Vince Walters.
Jill Mathews: What's going to be the fall out from Kamikaze tonight is the big question on many peoples minds tonight? Matt Slater now gets to go to Justice Five to fight in the main event for the world title and will our newly crowned New Edge Champion still well be the champion come that time?
Vince Walters: Jesse said on twitter for Inkt to enjoy it while it last because it wouldn't last long so that tells me Jesse has no plans of seeing Inkt holding that belt going to Justice which I of course love because INKT shouldn't even be the champ Jesse was the ref and was knocked out pretty much.
Jill Mathews: Well his hand still counted the three regardless and at long last Inkt really is the New Edge Champion.
The fans begin to cheer loudly as Inkt's theme music echos through out the arena. A smile clad on his face as he pats the championship belt hanging from his shoulder. Slowly he makes his way down to the ring. Halfway down the ramp, a tech hands Inkt a microphone. Holding it in his hand, he strides down to the apron and looks to the ring with a huge smile. Turning, he looks to the fans in the front row. Nodding to them, he makes his way to several different groups, shakes their hands, gives em hi 5's. One fan hands him a sharpie and lowers her shirt a little bit to have him sign her cleavage. Taking the sharpie to her cleavage, he jots his name really quick and offers her a wink. The crowd cheers once more as he hands her the marker back. Slowly, he turns to look to the ring once more. Sliding the belt inside the ring, he quickly follows suit. Swiftly, he runs to the middle of the ring, and hoists the belt high into the air above his head. The crowd begins to chant his name in unison, which once more brings a huge smile to his face.
Lowering the belt back onto his shoulder, Inkt brings the mic to his lips and tries to get a word in, however the fans are too busy blowing up.
Jill- I haven't heard this kind of pop in a long time. At least not for the former world champ. It looks like the right wrestler won last week at kamikaze. The fans are cheering in volumes right now, it's insane.
Vince- No doubt Jill. But when you've got a champion as animated as inkt has been, and who has been delivering time and time again over the last few weeks, it's really easy for them to get behind. He's beaten the right people at the right times and it's gotten him to the top, finally.
Inkt holds a free hand up to try and calm the crowd down so as to get a word in. After a few moments, they begin to hush. Inkt brings the mic to his lips smiling non stop.
Inkt- Finally-
Inkt pats the belt and looks to the crowd.
Inkt- The man of war has brought down the gold. The ultimate prize of New Edge Wrestling!
The fans blow up once more as inkt looks from side to side, some what confused. He's never seen such a reception for him since... well ever. Shrugging, he holds up his hand once more.
Inkt- Finally-
Inkt pauses smiling, thinking he may have come across a decent formula to engage the crowd.
Inkt- The people have a World Champion they can get behind.
The fans cheer once more popping for Inkt.
Inkt- ... A champion that has the fed within his best interest. A champion who will FIGHT! A champion who will accept any challenger at any time A... A CHAMPION WHO WILL NOT BACK DOWN!
The cheers pile in once more as Inkt becomes more motivated with his speech.
Inkt- I, the man of war, am that champion. Not only will I take on whoever, when ever to defend this belt, but I will make it my personal goal to return the status of this belt to what it once was. It will become THE belt of New Edge Wrestling. Long gone are the days of lack luster champs. Long gone are the days of insults to the belt. LONG GONE ARE THE DAYS OF A SO CALLED CHAMPION DEFENDING THE GLORY OF NEW EDGE ONCE A DAMNED MONTH! You the fans deserve better then what you've had. YOU THE FANS! Deserve a champion who isn't afraid to put his money where his mouth is. YOU THE FANS, deserve a Champion who will put your needs first. Not some so called champ who will fight here and there, and then roll out! NO! I will not be that guy! New Edge will see a dramatic change from the Man of War. The first one here, and the last to leave. You'll get no attitude out of me at the meet and greets, shit no! Jesse Styles may sign my paycheck, but YOU the fans, sign his by filling these arenas week in and week out. You the fans are the ones that buy the Pay Per Views on TV every month, and it's YOU the fans, that are getting shit on by the Styles Mafia, headed by none other then Jesse himself.
Jill- Oh hell, he just called out Jesse, didn't he?
Vince- Lil bit. Not a good move on his part.
The crowd boos loudly as Inkt mentions the Styles Mafia, and the mention of Jesse taking them for granted.
Inkt- While they're concerned about stealing the show away from you the fans, puttting you on the back burner, I'm here to show you that WE the wrestlers outside of Styles Mafia aren't like that. You have stand up guys like Kronin, Matt Slater, Winner of the Terror Dome, and now Number one contender to Your belt. Truth be told, I'm looking forward to meeting with the man in the ring down the road. Much respect to him. But, leading up to the? Who knows what's gonna be put in my path. As it stands, Jesse's already pullin strings to get his guys over. So, it's been brought to my attention, that, next week, at New Edge's 5th year Anniversary Show, yours truly will be putting his belt on the line against none other then the alleged myth killer himself, Hunter Valentyne.
As Inkt name drops Hunter, the fans begin to boo loudly. However, drowning out the Booing, the sound of Jesse's theme music can be heard. The fans begin to boo even louder.
Jill- Well, we knew it would only be a matter of time before our fearless leader would show up. Im shocked that he's alo- Whoa, nope, never mind, there's his little lap dog Hunter coming up behind him. Man those guys are really starting to rub me the wrong way.
Vince- You want me to rub you the 'right' way?
Jill- You couldn't rub... No, nevermind, im not getting into this with you, Vince.
Jesse- Well... Well.... Well... Look and listen to you, Mr. High and Mighty himself. Preaching to the masses about he's in this for their better good. How he's gonna be a fighting champ. Inkt, as always, you're biting off more then you can chew.
Inkt stands in the ring with a smirk on his face as he faces Jesse at the top of the ramp. Slowly, the two make their way down the ramp and approach the ring. Hunter bulking up and looking intently at Inkt. Menacing, focused, and all in all, looking to do some damage.
Inkt- What's funny, Jesse, is, I made it through your chicken shit match. "Jesse's rules" That's cute, real cute, but no matter what you changed it up to, I prevailed. The fans knew you were dealing me a bad hand, and STILL the man of war Prevailed. STILL the Man of War came out with the gold. The thing is Jesse, you can throw at me whatever you want, I'll take it, chew it up, and spit it out...
Jesse- Big talk from a 'big' man. Tell you what Inkt, you're right, I have been trying to work my magic. I'll pull my strings, and throw my weight around when it comes to putting my boys over. Hell, even a blind man can see that. Next week? There's no exception there. The rumors are true. You'll be fighting Hunter here for *mockingly* "the people's world title." Seriously? The people's world title? Are you some sort of Rock knock off now?
Inkt shakes his head, and throws his hands out as he spins around in the ring.
Inkt- No, Not a rock knock off. We serve the people jesse. We always have, we don't serve your greed. The sooner you realize that, the better. I've found my way, finally, and now that I've found it, look where it got me?
Inkt pats the belt once more as the fans cheer.
Inkt- Thing is, you can have your say, that's all well and good, but I want some say in this as well. While I might not be an owner in the company any more, i figure you could extend me the professional courtesy of allowing me to call the match. I'm sure the fans could get on board with that, huh?
The fans cheer loudly once more.
Jill- He's really got them eating out of the palm of his hand right now. The fans are lovin it. Where the hell as this inkt been?
Vince- He's kind of douche, truth be told, Jill. Fans this, fans that, blah blah blah.
Jesse Ponders the proposition a little bit and nods to himself.
Jesse- You know what? I'll grant you that, Inkt. What kind of match do you want?
Inkt- Oh, I think you know what kind of match I want, sir. The kind of match that defines a man. The kind of match that works best in an intimate setting. The kind of match where the fist of one man slams into the face of another, time and time again until the floor is soaked in their blood sweat in tears. The kind of match that really tests the limits of the fighters. The kind of match that, if it weren't part of a promotion? Would take place illegally. Jesse, you know what kind of match im talkin' about. The fans know what kind of match im talkin about... Hell! Most of the roster backstage knows what Im talkin about. Im talkin about a good old Underground match. My belt, my rules, my match. That's the catch, sir.
The fans begin to go ape shit as Inkt closes out his small rant. Jesse pauses and lets the fans calm down.
Jesse- Well, it'd seem this belt's done you some good. Ladies and gentlemen, Inkt's finally decided to grow a pair of balls. You know what Inkt, I'll let you have that match. But guess what? I've got a counter for you. You still have that place in Vegas, right?
Inkt nods wondering what Jesse's getting at.
Jesse- Good, cause while the rest of us are here putting on one hell of a show for the thousands in attendance, I'll be sending you and hunter to vegas to fuck up your place. Strip club isnt it? What's it hold, maybe 150 people tops? Yeah, we'll stream to the rest of the hundreds of thousands watching. I'll be damned if I put you in front of a huge crowd after you just screwed me at kamikaze.
The fans cheer and boo at the same time with a mixed reaction. Cheering that Inkt got his match, booing because it won't be held at the arena.
Inkt- Just when i didn't think they could hate your ass more, you pull a stunt like this. Figures, man. Alright, you know what? You've got yourself a deal, while I may not be mopping up the floor with your little bitch there infront of a massive live audience, I promise you that, those who do see my match are in for one hell of a show. For those of you watching on TV, and who are here with us, I'm sorry. Limited capacity at the club, and for those of you who are already trying to book pre sales, it's gonna be standing room only. But for those of you that do make the trip? Keep in mind, this fight will be interactive. If you're a hunter fan, which few of you are, or an Inkt fan, which, it seems many of you are, don't be afraid to chip in when it comes .... Items around you? I think you get the hint. Anyways, yeah, you've got yourself a deal Jesse. However, once I'm done with hunter, I do not want him in my ring for as long as I hold the title. That goes the same for the rest of your degenerates. I get the feeling you're gonna be puttin them up against me consistently. Well, the fans aren't gonna wanna see me beat them into the ground week in and week out while the true talent gets over looked, so, here's the skinny. Any and every time my title's on the line when it comes to the styles mafia? I beat them down. They don't face me again. That way, everyone who deserves a shot within the walls of New Edge will get it. Im talkin about The Matt Slaters out there. The Valoras out there. Anyone and everyone who deserves a shot. The world title will no longer be exclusive to your boys, got it?
Jesse shakes his head and throws up his hands.
Jesse- Oh, now you call the shots too? Look man, enjoy the week off, and we'll see you in vegas next week.
The fans boo loudly once more as Jesse and Hunter begin to walk back up the ramp. Inkt stands there shaking his head for a moment, and then begins to exit the ring slapping the hands of fans on his way up the ramp.
Jill- Looks like we've got ourselves a show within the show? We'll be back in a moment to get our first match under way.
Lowering the belt back onto his shoulder, Inkt brings the mic to his lips and tries to get a word in, however the fans are too busy blowing up.
Jill- I haven't heard this kind of pop in a long time. At least not for the former world champ. It looks like the right wrestler won last week at kamikaze. The fans are cheering in volumes right now, it's insane.
Vince- No doubt Jill. But when you've got a champion as animated as inkt has been, and who has been delivering time and time again over the last few weeks, it's really easy for them to get behind. He's beaten the right people at the right times and it's gotten him to the top, finally.
Inkt holds a free hand up to try and calm the crowd down so as to get a word in. After a few moments, they begin to hush. Inkt brings the mic to his lips smiling non stop.
Inkt- Finally-
Inkt pats the belt and looks to the crowd.
Inkt- The man of war has brought down the gold. The ultimate prize of New Edge Wrestling!
The fans blow up once more as inkt looks from side to side, some what confused. He's never seen such a reception for him since... well ever. Shrugging, he holds up his hand once more.
Inkt- Finally-
Inkt pauses smiling, thinking he may have come across a decent formula to engage the crowd.
Inkt- The people have a World Champion they can get behind.
The fans cheer once more popping for Inkt.
Inkt- ... A champion that has the fed within his best interest. A champion who will FIGHT! A champion who will accept any challenger at any time A... A CHAMPION WHO WILL NOT BACK DOWN!
The cheers pile in once more as Inkt becomes more motivated with his speech.
Inkt- I, the man of war, am that champion. Not only will I take on whoever, when ever to defend this belt, but I will make it my personal goal to return the status of this belt to what it once was. It will become THE belt of New Edge Wrestling. Long gone are the days of lack luster champs. Long gone are the days of insults to the belt. LONG GONE ARE THE DAYS OF A SO CALLED CHAMPION DEFENDING THE GLORY OF NEW EDGE ONCE A DAMNED MONTH! You the fans deserve better then what you've had. YOU THE FANS! Deserve a champion who isn't afraid to put his money where his mouth is. YOU THE FANS, deserve a Champion who will put your needs first. Not some so called champ who will fight here and there, and then roll out! NO! I will not be that guy! New Edge will see a dramatic change from the Man of War. The first one here, and the last to leave. You'll get no attitude out of me at the meet and greets, shit no! Jesse Styles may sign my paycheck, but YOU the fans, sign his by filling these arenas week in and week out. You the fans are the ones that buy the Pay Per Views on TV every month, and it's YOU the fans, that are getting shit on by the Styles Mafia, headed by none other then Jesse himself.
Jill- Oh hell, he just called out Jesse, didn't he?
Vince- Lil bit. Not a good move on his part.
The crowd boos loudly as Inkt mentions the Styles Mafia, and the mention of Jesse taking them for granted.
Inkt- While they're concerned about stealing the show away from you the fans, puttting you on the back burner, I'm here to show you that WE the wrestlers outside of Styles Mafia aren't like that. You have stand up guys like Kronin, Matt Slater, Winner of the Terror Dome, and now Number one contender to Your belt. Truth be told, I'm looking forward to meeting with the man in the ring down the road. Much respect to him. But, leading up to the? Who knows what's gonna be put in my path. As it stands, Jesse's already pullin strings to get his guys over. So, it's been brought to my attention, that, next week, at New Edge's 5th year Anniversary Show, yours truly will be putting his belt on the line against none other then the alleged myth killer himself, Hunter Valentyne.
As Inkt name drops Hunter, the fans begin to boo loudly. However, drowning out the Booing, the sound of Jesse's theme music can be heard. The fans begin to boo even louder.
Jill- Well, we knew it would only be a matter of time before our fearless leader would show up. Im shocked that he's alo- Whoa, nope, never mind, there's his little lap dog Hunter coming up behind him. Man those guys are really starting to rub me the wrong way.
Vince- You want me to rub you the 'right' way?
Jill- You couldn't rub... No, nevermind, im not getting into this with you, Vince.
Jesse- Well... Well.... Well... Look and listen to you, Mr. High and Mighty himself. Preaching to the masses about he's in this for their better good. How he's gonna be a fighting champ. Inkt, as always, you're biting off more then you can chew.
Inkt stands in the ring with a smirk on his face as he faces Jesse at the top of the ramp. Slowly, the two make their way down the ramp and approach the ring. Hunter bulking up and looking intently at Inkt. Menacing, focused, and all in all, looking to do some damage.
Inkt- What's funny, Jesse, is, I made it through your chicken shit match. "Jesse's rules" That's cute, real cute, but no matter what you changed it up to, I prevailed. The fans knew you were dealing me a bad hand, and STILL the man of war Prevailed. STILL the Man of War came out with the gold. The thing is Jesse, you can throw at me whatever you want, I'll take it, chew it up, and spit it out...
Jesse- Big talk from a 'big' man. Tell you what Inkt, you're right, I have been trying to work my magic. I'll pull my strings, and throw my weight around when it comes to putting my boys over. Hell, even a blind man can see that. Next week? There's no exception there. The rumors are true. You'll be fighting Hunter here for *mockingly* "the people's world title." Seriously? The people's world title? Are you some sort of Rock knock off now?
Inkt shakes his head, and throws his hands out as he spins around in the ring.
Inkt- No, Not a rock knock off. We serve the people jesse. We always have, we don't serve your greed. The sooner you realize that, the better. I've found my way, finally, and now that I've found it, look where it got me?
Inkt pats the belt once more as the fans cheer.
Inkt- Thing is, you can have your say, that's all well and good, but I want some say in this as well. While I might not be an owner in the company any more, i figure you could extend me the professional courtesy of allowing me to call the match. I'm sure the fans could get on board with that, huh?
The fans cheer loudly once more.
Jill- He's really got them eating out of the palm of his hand right now. The fans are lovin it. Where the hell as this inkt been?
Vince- He's kind of douche, truth be told, Jill. Fans this, fans that, blah blah blah.
Jesse Ponders the proposition a little bit and nods to himself.
Jesse- You know what? I'll grant you that, Inkt. What kind of match do you want?
Inkt- Oh, I think you know what kind of match I want, sir. The kind of match that defines a man. The kind of match that works best in an intimate setting. The kind of match where the fist of one man slams into the face of another, time and time again until the floor is soaked in their blood sweat in tears. The kind of match that really tests the limits of the fighters. The kind of match that, if it weren't part of a promotion? Would take place illegally. Jesse, you know what kind of match im talkin' about. The fans know what kind of match im talkin about... Hell! Most of the roster backstage knows what Im talkin about. Im talkin about a good old Underground match. My belt, my rules, my match. That's the catch, sir.
The fans begin to go ape shit as Inkt closes out his small rant. Jesse pauses and lets the fans calm down.
Jesse- Well, it'd seem this belt's done you some good. Ladies and gentlemen, Inkt's finally decided to grow a pair of balls. You know what Inkt, I'll let you have that match. But guess what? I've got a counter for you. You still have that place in Vegas, right?
Inkt nods wondering what Jesse's getting at.
Jesse- Good, cause while the rest of us are here putting on one hell of a show for the thousands in attendance, I'll be sending you and hunter to vegas to fuck up your place. Strip club isnt it? What's it hold, maybe 150 people tops? Yeah, we'll stream to the rest of the hundreds of thousands watching. I'll be damned if I put you in front of a huge crowd after you just screwed me at kamikaze.
The fans cheer and boo at the same time with a mixed reaction. Cheering that Inkt got his match, booing because it won't be held at the arena.
Inkt- Just when i didn't think they could hate your ass more, you pull a stunt like this. Figures, man. Alright, you know what? You've got yourself a deal, while I may not be mopping up the floor with your little bitch there infront of a massive live audience, I promise you that, those who do see my match are in for one hell of a show. For those of you watching on TV, and who are here with us, I'm sorry. Limited capacity at the club, and for those of you who are already trying to book pre sales, it's gonna be standing room only. But for those of you that do make the trip? Keep in mind, this fight will be interactive. If you're a hunter fan, which few of you are, or an Inkt fan, which, it seems many of you are, don't be afraid to chip in when it comes .... Items around you? I think you get the hint. Anyways, yeah, you've got yourself a deal Jesse. However, once I'm done with hunter, I do not want him in my ring for as long as I hold the title. That goes the same for the rest of your degenerates. I get the feeling you're gonna be puttin them up against me consistently. Well, the fans aren't gonna wanna see me beat them into the ground week in and week out while the true talent gets over looked, so, here's the skinny. Any and every time my title's on the line when it comes to the styles mafia? I beat them down. They don't face me again. That way, everyone who deserves a shot within the walls of New Edge will get it. Im talkin about The Matt Slaters out there. The Valoras out there. Anyone and everyone who deserves a shot. The world title will no longer be exclusive to your boys, got it?
Jesse shakes his head and throws up his hands.
Jesse- Oh, now you call the shots too? Look man, enjoy the week off, and we'll see you in vegas next week.
The fans boo loudly once more as Jesse and Hunter begin to walk back up the ramp. Inkt stands there shaking his head for a moment, and then begins to exit the ring slapping the hands of fans on his way up the ramp.
Jill- Looks like we've got ourselves a show within the show? We'll be back in a moment to get our first match under way.