Post by Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001) on Oct 19, 2009 14:47:42 GMT -5
Pyro
(On Taped Delay In Primetime from Star of the Desert Arena in Primm, Nevada, Exclusively On VTV!)
(On Taped Delay In Primetime from Star of the Desert Arena in Primm, Nevada, Exclusively On VTV!)
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*Following a lengthy video intro for the event we open up to the night's frenzied arena crowd in Primm with the Pyro event banner being displayed on the Xtreme-Tron, explosions going off all over the place and the newly official show theme of "Fire It Up" by Thousand Foot Krutch playing loudly across the PA System. We then zoom in even further on ringside moments later and the background music dies down completely as various pre-taped highlights of this evening's debut edition of Pyro in-ring action begin to air momentarily with brief commercial breaks in between each scheduled contest...*
*"My Time" by The DX Band soon plays as Chris walks out with a black and gold hoodie on followed by Egotistic Divas as The 3 hold hands walking down the ramp behind him. Chris walks with his head down as he enters the ring. The Egotistic Divas enter the ring behind him. Chris goes to the turnbuckle and stands on the top rope, Egotistic Divas pose in the center of the ring as Chris joins the pose.*
Hawke: Look at those three ladies. Beautiful! I love Enmity, but I think Chris Cobain and those Egotistic Divas may just be that much better.
Willy: I can’t disagree on their beauty, but they tend to get in the way out here from what I’ve seen.
*The arena lights go out and strobes begin to go off all over the arena as "Again we Rise" by Lamb of God blares through the PS system. )
"RISE!!!!!!"
The Savior X logo appears on the screen, a giant red X with the word Savior written across the center of it. A circle of fire blazes to life on the center of the stage as Angel rises out of it mimicking the Jesus pose, if Jesus were to flip off the crowd. A wall of pyro erupts behind Angel as he steps through the fire ring and makes his way down the ramp on beat with the song, behind him a burning cross replaces his entrance video. Angel reaches the ring now and runs up the steps. He looks around the arena before grabbing the top rope and leaping up and onto the turn buckle.
"Rise, again we will rise!"
Angel raises both hands and flips off the entire arena this time as the chorus kicks in. Angel jumps off the top rope and struts to the center of the ring and his music starts to fades out.*
Willy: Here’s Angel, very impressive athlete! I’m glad that XHF signed him.
Hawke: As I said, I love Enmity…but Chris Cobain. We’ve seen what they’re capable of and I think Cobain is just better!
Willy: Not saying he isn’t good. This will be a great one!
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Singles Match
"The Sovereign" Chris Cobain vs. "Savior X" Angel
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Singles Match
"The Sovereign" Chris Cobain vs. "Savior X" Angel
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The bell sounds with both Angel and Cobain quickly circling around the center of the ring…Cobain is getting closer to the ring, trying to get a hand at Angel, but Angel takes a step back to avoid the first confrontation. They continue circling around the ring for a few seconds longer before finally locking up -- Angel takes the advantage here by taking him over with an arm drag. He quickly drops down to try and get an arm bar locked in but Cobain manages to get his arm free…
Hawke: Close one!
Willy: Chris Cobain just got out in the nick of time!
Both men quickly get back up to their feet but Angel is met with a front toe kick. Chris Cobain pushes Angel back against the ropes and sends him off, as he rushes at him and drops down to the canvas quickly…Angel jumps over him, and continues back to the opposite ropes to bounce off of those. He comes back as Cobain has leaped back to his feet and met him with a hard forearm that sends him down to the canvas!
Willy: Chris Cobain looking to keep the advantage of this match.
Hawke: A great forearm.
As Angel hit’s the canvas, he quickly rolls over to get back up to his feet -- Cobain grabs him before he has the chance, and shoves him back into the corner. He comes in to deliver a couple knife edge chops straight to his chest! Angel tries to protect his chest but the moment he does, Cobain pivots on his near foot to send a toe kick straight into his abdomen forcing him to lean over with a stomach over his stomach as the air was knocked out of him from that hard kick. Cobain forces Angel to get back up before delivering another hard knife edge chop!
Willy: Those chops can be heard throughout this entire arena!
Hawke: Look at how red his chest is getting!
With Angel appearing to already be weakened, Chris Cobain climbs up to the top rope and grabs Angel by the head as he gestures that he’s going to get ready to start up a ten punch combo…the Egotistic Divas are cheering him on by applauding him, and shouting for him to do it, but Angel is able to grab Cobain by the hip bone to lift him up and move out from underneath him! He rushes to the ropes as Cobain goes headfirst into the turnbuckle -- Angel is coming back as Cobain is turning around, a little bit dazed, and he delivers a hard clothesline that sends him out of the ring.
Willy: Angel’s coming back! He sends him to the outside of the ring!
Hawke: Smart move, Cobain, just take a short break! Get a breather!
Cobain lands on his feet, but still dazed after the shot while the Egotistic Divas are checking on him to make sure he’s okay…Angel follows him outside of the ring, and the women all scatter away scared that Angel may hit them. He lifts Cobain up to his feet and slams his skull into the barricade before sending him forcefully back into the ring! He rolls in after him to attempt the cover.
Willy: And a quick cover…
One…Two…Kick-out!
Hawke: Not so fast!
Willy: Chris Cobain kicks out!
Cobain is still looking a little bit dazed, as Angel gets up to his feet and grabs him by the head to force him up to his feet not giving him a moment for a breather as he hooks both of his arms and drops him down with a Double-arm DDT! The impact that Cobain hit’s the canvas with, headfirst, forces him to roll onto his back…Angel gets up and rushes at the ropes to come off with a Lionsault! Cobain sees it coming, though, and rolls out of the way as Angel is able to land on his feet, momentarily off balance.
Willy: Great athleticism from Angel, able to land back on his feet.
Hawke: Could you do that, Willy?
Willy: Back when I was in my prime.
Chris Cobain tries to take advantage of this situation by going for a clothesline, but Angel is able to duck underneath it! Angel continues this momentum forward to jump to the top rope, as Cobain quickly spins around to see Angel spring boarding off the top rope and taking him down with a flying clothesline! Angel quickly hooks his leg again.
Willy: And Angel going for another quick cover!
One…Two…Kick-out!
Hawke: He’s going to have to do more than that!
Willy: A lot more.
Angel moves over to the legs of Chris Cobain and grabs both of them as he starts to set him up for the Texas Cloverleaf! Cobain is screaming out, and shaking his head as he is trying to get free from the hold quite early, but Angel is starting to flip him over onto his stomach with the hold locked in…Cobain is reaching out for the ropes, being too far away from them. He covers his head with his arms as he’s in a lot of pain from this submission hold.
Willy: This is a classic hold! I haven’t seen this hold in years, no exaggeration!
Hawke: It looks like he’s going to be hurt!
The Egotistic Divas, outside of the ring, are trying to motivate him to get over to the ropes as he frantically pounds his fists to the canvas trying to turn himself around to Angel’s side where Angel is still pretty close to the ropes…he has the hold locked in, though, and good footing to prevent him from being able to move him. The referee is asking Cobain if he wants to tap out, but he just shakes his head continuously…
Willy: “The Sovereign” Chris Cobain is holding on! How much longer, though?
Hawke: Get to the ropes! You son of a bitch, get to the ropes!
Suddenly, at another side of the ring, Trish Orton shouts out to the referee to get his attention. He tells her that she needs to get off of the apron, but she is sharing a few words with her as Rachel R. has gotten onto the apron right in front of Angel and tries to flaunt herself to get his attention…Angel shakes his head at her, though, mouthing the words “I’m married, darling,” while tightening the hold -- seeming angry about the rejection, Rachel R. reaches across the top rope, leaning over to try to slap him across the face! He releases the hold just quick enough to catch her arm and shakes his head at her.
Willy: Get control back in this one, referee! Send those bitches backstage!
Hawke: Hey! HEY! No!
Chris Cobain, in a lot of pain, starts to crawl away from Angel. Meanwhile, Rachel drops off of the apron petrified that Angel may hurt her, and he quickly turns to see Trish on the apron at the same time to distract the referee -- he lunges at her to force her off of the apron, and she immediately drops off. The Egotistic Divas all gather with each other sharing a few words among themselves.
Willy: Angel gets them off the apron and good thing, too…this is too great of a match to be ruined by interference.
Hawke: He can’t hit women!
Taking a few seconds to make sure that’s the end of the Egotistic Divas, Angel glances around the entire ring to see the three of them still standing and shouting that he doesn’t have a chance…he turns his attention back to Chris Cobain, who is using the ropes to pull himself up to his feet.
Willy: Angel looking to keep control, and probably even put an end to this.
Hawke: Chris Cobain is to his feet! And a kick!
As soon as Angel gets in range, of Chris Cobain, he’s met with a stiff toe kick straight to his abdomen! A second kick comes straight away as Cobain then lifts him for the inverted atomic drop! Angel is holding his groin in a bit of pain after the move that he had received, and Chris Cobain leaps in the air to land a picture perfect dropkick that sends Angel down to the canvas.
Hawke: Ooh! What a dropkick!
Willy: Great dropkick from Chris Cobain, and he’s taking the control back.
Cobain is now quick to get to his feet, shaking his head a little and limping for a moment after being locked in the Texas Cloverleaf…as he approaches Angel, he shakes his head a little to make sure the blood is flowing before delivering a hard stomp to his chest! He then connects with a stomp to the arm forcing Angel to bring his arm across his chest, and then Cobain connects with a stomp to his shoulder!
Willy: Chris Cobain slowly picking apart the body of Angel.
Hawke: Tactics, William! That’s why you never won the XHF World Championship because you ain’t got none!
Willy: I’m going to kill you for comments like that.
The stomps continue from Chris Cobain for a while longer before he stares down at Angel and tells him that he’s not going to beat him. Angel gets up to his feet, receiving a few slaps to his head as Cobain seems to be taking control of this match again…he forces Angel up to his feet, and sets him up for a Snap Suplex, hitting it perfectly right in the center of the ring. He rolls him over to hook the leg:
Willy: Cobain has the leg hooked!
One…Two…Angel kicks out!
Hawke: Aw! That was three!
Willy: Not even close, an easy kick out from Angel.
Angel is starting to sit up but is instantly put into a sleeper hold…as Cobain kneels behind him, Angel doesn’t stay there for very long, though, as he starts to roll up to his feet to force it into more of a side headlock -- still painful, Angel starts to deliver a couple hard elbows to force Cobain to release the hold. As soon as he gets free, he runs back against the ropes to try get some momentum before trying to take him down with a diving clothesline! Cobain is able to duck underneath it, and Angel rolls through to get up to his feet…
Willy: Angel looks to come back but Cobain dodges!
Hawke: Take him down, Cobain! Take…him…down!
Cobain and Angel meet back near the center of the ring, but Cobain gets him with a quick knee to the sternum before putting him in a headlock and using a headlock takedown. He pushes his shoulders down to the canvas to attempt another cover.
Willy: Angel’s shoulders down.
Hawke: Count, ref, count!
One…Two…He rolls his shoulder off of the canvas, and Cobain starts to pull back with the headlock to keep him grounded and keep wearing him down.
Willy: Angel gets his shoulder up!
Hawke: But look at Cobain wisely keeping that hold in!
Angel is starting to roll back onto his feet, pushing himself up with all the strength that he has as Cobain is trying to keep him grounded…the fans aren’t behind either person, but at the athleticism, they get behind Angel and start cheering him on. Cobain starts to shake his head at the fans and Angel finally is back up to his feet -- he lifts Cobain up for a backdrop, but Cobain back flips behind him!
Hawke: Oh my!
Willy: Chris Cobain lands on his feet, but Angel doesn’t notice!
Cobain takes a moment to catch his balance and tries to hit him with a bulldog but Angel is able to keep his footing as Chris Cobain lands back on his feet, a little off balance…Angel hurries behind him and brings him down to the canvas with Revelations! He rolls Cobain over as the Egotistic Divas are urging Cobain to kick out…
Willy: Revelations! This one could be over!
Hawke: No! No! There has to be some kind of rules against that!
One…Two…Th--NO! Chris Cobain is able to kick out!
Willy: A near fall!
Hawke: Yes! Chris Cobain still in this one!
Angel looks almost in disbelief and asks the referee if he’s sure that wasn’t a three count…the referee assures him, as he gets in his face and is persisting that it was a three but the referee just continues to shake his head while holding two fingers to his face.
Willy: Angel needs to focus back on Chris Cobain.
Hawke: He can’t accept that it was only a two!
Chris Cobain is slowly getting to his feet, and Angel turns to him just in time…he sends Chris Cobain back into the corner, and aims to send him off to the other corner -- Chris Cobain reverses it in the center of the ring, though, and he charges in after Angel! Angel leaps up to the top rope, and comes off with the Wrath of God!
Hawke: No!
Willy: Wrath of God connects, and that usually sets them up for…
Hawke: Heaven’s Fury…
Angel now quickly rolls over to the apron of the ring so when Cobain gets up, his back will be to him…he stands there for a moment, while Lacey Hart gets up onto the apron urging the referee over. Rachel R. goes back over to Angel, and grabs one of his ankles to distract him, and Trish Orton rolls a pair of brass knuckles to Chris Cobain -- he puts the brass knuckles on, and Rachel R. purposely lets go of Angel.
Willy: Those women are just getting in the way, as I said!
Hawke: They’re making this match better, Willy!
Angel leaps up to the top rope, and comes off to try hit Heaven’s Fury! Chris Cobain is able to dodge by leaning over forcing Angel to miss grabbing his head -- he measures him up as Angel is getting up, and looks to take him down with the brass knuckles! Angel is able to duck underneath it and Chris Cobain accidentally loses the brass knuckles…Trish Orton grabs them and hides them, as Chris Cobain quickly spins around and rolls Angel up into a school boy. Lacey Hart gets off the ropes.
Willy: No! It can’t end like this!
Hawke: One!
One…Chris Cobain grabs the tights of Angel, gaining that extra leverage…Two…THREE!
Willy: He grabbed the tights! Come on, I understand taking the extra leverage…but come on!
Hawke: Three! Three! Chris Cobain wins!
Winner via Pinfall: “The Sovereign” Chris Cobain!
*After the final bell sounds, Angel looks a little confused as he knows that he just got screwed out of the victory…he argues with the referee, telling him that he had grabbed the tights, as the Egotistic Divas get into the ring. Trish Orton handing the brass knuckles back to Chris Cobain as he carefully puts them on and starts to measure Angel up as he is still arguing with the referee…*
Hawke: Chris Cobain is about to give him what he deserves for being a sore loser!
Willy: Angel has every right to complain, this victory was stolen from him!
*Suddenly, Tara Fenix comes running down the ramp! She slides into the ring and turns Chris Cobain to face her as she connects with a hard uppercut sending him dazed -- Angel looks a little confused at first, as he is surprised by the limp body of Chris Cobain going towards him…the referee tries to hold Tara back, and Angel notices Chris Cobain dropping the brass knuckles.*
Willy: Tara just saved Angel!
Hawke: Hey! Well, I can’t complain about her coming out here.
*He forces Chris Cobain to look at him as he connects with a second shot to him! The Egotistic Divas grab Tara after she pushes the referee out of the way and is looking to get the third shot on Chris Cobain who had tried to hurt her partner…after being swarmed by the Egotistic Divas, she rolls out of the ring.*
Willy: The Egotistic Divas force Tara out of the ring…but what’s she doing?
Hawke: Stop Angel! What kind of sportsmanship is that, he’s supposed to be the savior!
*Chris Cobain and Angel are exchanging shots, but the three women on the side of Chris Cobain are starting to get in his way and grabbing at his arms to stop him…outside of the ring, Tara Fenix has retrieved something from underneath the ring; her famous steel chain! She loops the chain and quickly slides into the ring as she rattles the chain at them…*
Willy: Tara with her steel chain!
Hawke: That’s hot.
*All of the four look towards her and almost get out of the ring…the Egotistic Divas get in the ring to try and stop her from getting to Chris Cobain as he connects with shot after shot to Angel while he can…suddenly, we get another surprise while Tara is swinging the chain around forcing the Divas back, and almost getting close to Chris Cobain…*
Hawke: Get out of the ring, Chris! Save yourself!
Willy: Chris Cobain may have bit off more than he could chew crossing paths with Enmity!
*A new member to the XHF roster has gotten into the ring! “Spitfire” Brian Gun! He grabs the wrist of Tara Fenix, startling her as he quickly wraps his arm around her and drops her with the move he calls Remember The Name!*
Willy: Who--who is that?!
Hawke: A new savior!
Willy: That’s Brian Gun! What business does he have here?!
*Angel manages to get free from Chris Cobain and takes down the newcomer, but he trips Angel as soon as he turns around and Chris Cobain comes off of the turnbuckle to connect with No Rights straight to the skull of Angel!*
Hawke: That will send Angel into next week! So goodbye to Supremacy, Angel!
Willy: These two have just taken out two members of Enmity. If only MGK were active!
*The Egotistic Divas, Chris Cobain and Brian Gun all stand tall in the ring as the two active members of Enmity look to be out cold at the moment…a smirk comes to Chris Cobain’s face as he shakes the hand of Brian Gun, and they all raise their arms in the center of the ring while “My Time” by The DX Band is blaring over the PA system.*
Hawke: They’re standing tall, because MGK isn’t here.
Willy: We’d be hearing a much different tune if he was.
*We then go onto the next match.*
*The lights flicker and fade out as black lights pulse to the beat of "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" by Dope Stars Inc. Smoke lines the entryway as a figure steps from behind the curtains and into the middle of the smoke. The crowd cheers as they see who it is: XHF's psycho Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. He has a smile on his face as he pumps his fist in the air, walking through the smoke.He is wearing a referee shirt and the Chaotic Championship is strapped around his waist. He walks down the ramp, slapping the hands of some of his fans as he darts to the ring and slides under the bottom ropes. He then bounces off the ropes a couple of times and turns toward the entrance, ready for action.*
Willy: The Chaotic Champion has been on a tear lately, and now he gets to be a special guest referee in this one-on-one matchup to determine if his match at Supremecy is going to be one-on-one or a triple threat.
Hawke: Both men are capable of winning the match. The question is, will Tyrone call it down the middle?
Willy: I think he will. He is up for any challenge, no matter how many people are in the ring with him.
*Slow square dance tune comes over the speakers as Decoy steps out holding a black, New York Yankees baseball cap in his hands and is wearing the new, silver and white, open, Toronto Blue Jays jersey. He spins around moving out onto the top of the stage as though almost square dancing with himself. The music picks up and Decoy puts the hat on backwards. He nods his head to the music (Square Dance by Eminem) and folds his arms over his chest, trying to look cool as he walks out down the ramp and into the ring.*
Hawke: Here is the Number One contender for the Chaotic Champion, Decoy. He already is in the match for Supremecy, but if he is unable to beat Jayson Matthews tonight, it will become a triple threat.
Willy: I Think he is fully capable of beating anyone at any given time, including Tyrone at Supremecy.
*An ambiance of digital sound plays over the PA system.
“Now I’m Really Pissed Off”
Guitar Riff!
“Let’s Rock”
Guitar Riff!
“No Going Back Now”
Guitar Riff!
“Dance For Me Baby”
Guitar Riff!
“Crouching Mutant, Hidden Pipe Bomb!”
Then suddenly the rocking riffs of the Duke Nukem Theme by Megatron blast through the PA system as the young and energetic Jayson Matthews makes his appearance from behind the black curtain to a cheering crowd! Jayson throws his arms in the air and then beats on his chest to pump himself up as he runs down to the ring!*
Willy: This guy seems very focused at getting another shot at the Chaotic Championship and holding on to the Hardcore Championship.
Hawke: Yeah, but if he steps into the ring at Supremecy with those two, he has to realize that Crazy Boy has already beaten him once. Crazy Boy knows his strengths and weaknesses already, and that can't be good for him.
Willy: Well, let's find out what happens. Let's get to the match.
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Singles Match W/ Major Championship Implications
(Booked by Executive Director Mikkel Seifer; If Decoy wins he assumes permanent control/ownership of the previously retired XHF Hardcore Championship belt, whereas if Matthews wins he automatically earns the right to merge the Hardcore Title with the Chaotic Title in what would then become essentially a "Winner Take All" Triple Threat contest at Supremacy on Sunday, October 25th.)
(Special Guest Referee: Chaotic Champion Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith)
Chaotic Title #1 Contender Decoy vs. XHF Hardcore Champion Jayson Matthews
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Singles Match W/ Major Championship Implications
(Booked by Executive Director Mikkel Seifer; If Decoy wins he assumes permanent control/ownership of the previously retired XHF Hardcore Championship belt, whereas if Matthews wins he automatically earns the right to merge the Hardcore Title with the Chaotic Title in what would then become essentially a "Winner Take All" Triple Threat contest at Supremacy on Sunday, October 25th.)
(Special Guest Referee: Chaotic Champion Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith)
Chaotic Title #1 Contender Decoy vs. XHF Hardcore Champion Jayson Matthews
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The Match begins with both men circling slowly and approaching center ring with caution. A lockup leads to a series of armdrags, kicks to the thighs, knife edge chops, stiff forearm shots and comes back around full circle to a stalemate at center ring as the teacher and student try to figure out how to gain an edge on one another.
Decoy lands a Japanese armdrag. As Jayson gains his feet, he attempts to connect with a forearm which is blocked by Decoy. Decoy lands a stiff forearm shiver of his own across the jaw, sending Jayson against the ropes. As he rebounds, Decoy is able to connect with a superkick, driving Jayson to the mat. As he struggles to get to his feet, Decoy presses the advantage, sprinting across the ring and driving his knee into Jayson's face via standing dropkick. He hooks the far leg in a pin attempt. Tyrone is there to make the count
One!
Two!
and Jayson Matthews gets a shoulder up!
Willy: Decoy dishing out a LOT to Jayson Matthews. Jayson doesn't quite know where he is.
Hawke: It's only a matter of time before Decoy takes the win. He is on Jayson and is not giving up.
Willy: I have been told---
We go out to apparent technical difficulties, but not the usual image we show during that time...instead, it shows a commercial counting down to another night of a Batman movie marathon.
As the match picks back up, we see the tide turn in dramatic fashion. Jayson has a weary Decoy on the top turnbuckle, and is in position to deliver a top rope huracanrana. Before he can snap Decoy over, though, Jayson has stopped his momentum and delivered a sit-out powerbomb from the top rope.
One!
Two!
Thre-
Willie: Holy hell, a sit-down powerbomb off the top rope! I'm surprised Decoy kicked out of that!
Hawke: I must admit, I am impressed. This is a brutal match and fast paced match.
The match bears evidence of this, as we see Decoy launching himself across the ring with a back handspring elbow into Jayson chest that audibly drives the wind out of him. As Jayson slumps in the corner, he falls victim to a running face wash from Decoy that sends him rolling under the bottom rope in retreat.Decoy pursues, but as he heads to the outside, Jayson quickly rolls back in. As he stands, satisfied that he's out of danger for the time being, he's met with a springboard shoulder block that again leads to a cover.
One!
Two!
Thr-
Willy: So far, Decoy has dominated the match, and Tyrone as well has called the match unbiased.
Hawke: What do you expect? Tyrone is a goody two-shoe. He is a fighting champion. He wants to make the best man win.
We see Decoy land a standing moonsault, and again get a two count. He whips Jayson into the turnbuckles and again attempts the back handspring elbow. This time Jayson sees it coming, and hits the deck. The result is Decoy tumbling over the top rope and down the concrete. As he tries to gather himself, Jayson steps to the ring apron and delivers an incredible Asai Moonsault from the second rope down to the floor! After absorbing some of the applause from the crowd, he rolls Decoy under the bottom rope and follows him in. He lifts him, hooks in an inverted facelock, and drives him to the mat with an elbow drop driver. Crazy Boy is in position for the count -
One!
Two!
Thre-
Willy: That Asai Moonsault was a beauty! Jayson has really turned this match around.
Hawke: This match could definately go either way. Neither want to give up.
Jayson delivers a vicious Tiger Suplex, but before any type of count can be rendered, Decoy pops up to his feet and lets out a yell, much to the awe of the crowd after such a move. His offensive response to the Tiger Suplex is a barrage of knife edge chops and headbutts that eventually drop Jayson to his knees, where a stiff kick to the chest flattens him. Decoy wastes no time in delivering a standing moonsault for a quick pin attempt.
One!
Two!
Th-
Jayson is out of the pin, but clearly not out of danger.
Willy: Nice Standing Moonsaut, and once again, Decoy is in control.
Hawke: Decoy is completely confusing and wearing down Jayson Matthews.
On cue, Decoy locks in his Figure Four, a move that it would appear there's not much chance of escaping from. Sitting on the mat, his legs wrapped around Jayson's tightly and leaning back, Decoy is in complete control. However, the submission doesn't come easily, and applying such a move requires a great deal of stamina to maintain the grip. After thirty seconds, Decoy is forced to release the hold and look for another avenue of attack.
Willie: Decoy lets go of the hold!
Decoy attempts a spinning heel kick, and Jayson ducks out of the way. Decoy collides with the ref, Crazy Boy, who is down and out for a few moments. Jayson gathers himself in time to turn and deliver a roundhouse kick to Decoys head, stunning him. Decoy rolls out of the ring, grabs a chair, and slides it beneath the bottom rope. Jayson picks up the chair and is waiting for Decoy as he re-enters the ring, surprised to see that Decoy wasn't, in fact, unconscious. Decoy crawls into the ring, and a momentary conflict flashes across Jayson's face before he uses the chair to level Decoy. The chair is slid out of the ring as Jayson makes the cover and hooks the leg. Tyrone is there to make a count -
One...
....
Two...
....
....
Three!
Winner via Pinfall: Jayson Matthews!
*As Jayson gets to his knees he stands up and gets his arm held up in victory, but his face still full of conflict, not really wanting to use the chair, but did it for the win.*
Willy: Jayson Matthews is headed to Supremecy, but he looks a little conflicted about using the chair to take out Decoy.
Hawke: Hey, he did what he had to do. Tyrone didn't see it, so it "didn't happen." Either way, it's now going to be a Triple Threat encounter at Supremacy as the Hardcore and Championships will in fact be merged once and for all. It should be a match for the ages.
The lights all quickly flicker out now, as the introduction of "Undead" by Hollywood Undead begins to play. The blue lights cause a reflection all around the arena as the crowd boos waiting for the arrival of Tara Fenix. "Undead" is heard screaming as her theme plays over the audio system.
Undead! Undead! Undead! Undead! Undead! You better get up out the way! Tomorrow we'll run, so let's fight today! And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, 'cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.
The instrumentals begin to pick up a little more, as the crowd boos louder waiting for Tara still. The XtremeTron is showing clips of famous matches that Tara had competed in many coming in at a time. Still Tara Fenix had not emerged to the crowd. They kept waiting as the lights began to brighten a little more each time as the first verse plays, and the lights can be seen slowly dimming. After a few seconds into the song fireworks begin to shoot off at the stage, and Tara finally comes out from behind the curtains staring out at the crowd that is still booing her. Her hand is raised in the air, showing off the devil horns. Her name was booed throughout the entire arena as she began to make her way down to the ring, dressed in her wrestling attire and sunglasses were hiding her eyes. The chorus of the song comes back over the audio while Tara is walking down the ramp, shifting her glance to each side barricade with fans shouting slurs at her. There was the occasional whistle out from some of the fans. Tara climbs the steel steps and walks towards the middle of the apron of the ring, hooking both her arms around the top rope as she stares out at the crowd. She mumbles a couple words to herself, slurs out to the crowd out of disrespect, as the crowd continues to stare, but as the words continue to go through the entire arena she finally turns towards the ring and goes between the top and middle ropes, giving a small leap to get through. Her pace is slow while she walks towards the side of the ring closest to the commentating booth, handing one of the arena workers the sunglasses, and then turning away from him while he puts the sunglasses on the timekeepers table. She just leans against the ropes while waiting to hear the sound of the bell.
Hawke: Twice in one night! This night couldn't be any better...
Willy: You have to wonder if she's even one-hundred percent anymore after the attack from earlier.
Hawke: Well, you should know better than most since her career is better than yours; if anyone can come back from that kind of assault, it's her!
Willy: As I said, comments like that will get you killed, but yeah, she is one of those people that can come back from an assault...as she has said on numerous occasions when she won her second Phoenix Championship.
I'm to sexy for my shirt.. Sexy Jason comes out from the curtain. He points to his abs. You can hear him saying I'm buff and I'm the stuff as he walks to the ring. He slides underneath the bottom rope. He goes to a turnbuckle stands on it and points to his abs and the crowds says Its not sexy unless Sexy Jason says so! He jumps off the turnbuckle and goes to a second turnbuckle, he stands on it points to his abs and the crowd says Its not sexy unless Sexy Jason says so! He jumps down and get ready for his match
Willy: Sexy Jason is out here and looking to finally put an end to this cold streak he's been on.
Hawke: I don't see it happening...not while Tara is on a hot streak!
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Non-Title Singles Match
"The Frozen Phoenix" Tara Fenix vs. "The Sensational Rookie" Sexy Jason
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Non-Title Singles Match
"The Frozen Phoenix" Tara Fenix vs. "The Sensational Rookie" Sexy Jason
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Both Sexy Jason and Tara move towards the center of the ring, as Tara is keeping just a couple steps away from the No Mercy Champion…he lunges at her to try and get his hands on her, but she is able to dodge it and quickly take him down with a scissor leg sweep! She quickly leaps over his body and puts him into a side headlock as he’s trying to get up to his feet, and dragging him back down to the canvas…he manages to keep his upper body off the mat as his arms are safely planted into the canvas still trying to push himself up, but Tara tries to drop all her weight to force him back down. This doesn’t work, though.
Willy: A quick side headlock, but Jason is just too powerful!
Hawke: Take him down!
Sexy Jason is able to get up to his feet while still in the side headlock, and backs up against the ropes before pushing her off to the opposite ropes! She bounces off those ropes, and comes back as Sexy Jason is leaning over to prepare to take her over with a shoulder back toss -- she quickly turns away from him as she’s getting too close, and does a back roll across the back of Sexy Jason as she comes back to her feet…this surprises Jason, as he turns around and is met with an enzuigiri! Tara quickly rolls him over and tries to hook the leg.
Willy: A quick cover, looking to end this early!
One…Kick-out!
Willy: And an even quicker kick out!
Hawke: S. Jason has to be pretty embarrassed being pinned that early!
Sexy Jason is already out of the pin fall, as he’s trying to get up to his feet…Tara is a lot quicker to get to her feet, as she hurries to the ropes and comes back with a straight front dropkick to the jaw of Sexy Jason that sends him back down to the canvas. He rolls towards the apron of the ring in pain, as one hand is rubbing his jaw and the other is using the ropes to pick himself up to his feet --
Willy: That front dropkick really slowed down Jason!
Hawke: And she’s looking to continue this assault…so hot. Do you think Jason likes being abused?
While he’s getting to his feet, Tara has already gotten to her feet and hurries over to him before connecting with a hard elbow to his head before grabbing his arm and sending him off to the other side of the ring with an Irish-whip…Tara follows him just to the center of the ring, and waits for him to be on his way back before dropping down with a leg split forcing Sexy Jason over her. He does so, and bounces off the ropes again before she brings her legs together and rolls backwards to take him over with a monkey flip!
Hawke: What leg strength!
Willy: Sexy Jason gets taken over with a beautiful monkey flip, showing off her own flexibility!
Sexy Jason rolls through in a little bit of pain, as Tara rolls backwards to get back to her feet noticing just in time that Sexy Jason is coming after her…he tries to take her down with a powerful clothesline, but she ducks underneath it before measuring Sexy Jason up and the moment he turns around, greets him with a spinning kick!
Hawke: Whoosh! That has to hurt him!
Willy: But the No Mercy Champion still on his feet.
Dazed by the kick, Sexy Jason stumbles back against the ropes but quickly gets put into a headlock before getting taken over with a headlock takedown…Tara keeps the headlock in, though, and starts to pull back tightly with it. Sexy Jason struggles for a little while, but the referee is asking him if he wants to give up -- Sexy Jason just shouts “No!” at the referee, before bringing his own arms to Tara trying to force her arm up…having the physical strength over Tara, he is finding it quite easy, but she hands lock together as her other arm is trying to pull tighter to keep the pressure on it.
Hawke: Rip his head off!
Willy: She looks to be trying to do that.
It takes Sexy Jason a little longer, but he finally manages to get free from the side headlock and quickly gets to his feet before Tara Fenix even has a chance to react. When she gets up to her feet, and quickly turns to face the No Mercy Champion, she’s taken down with a hard clothesline!
Willy: And Sexy Jason is finally getting some offense in this match! A hard clothesline takes her right off her feet!
Hawke: I think I felt that one from here.
After finally seeing some life from Sexy Jason, he takes control of this match by forcing Tara up to her feet before scooping her up and slamming her down to the center of the ring! He quickly drops down with an elbow across the shoulders of Tara, and keeps his arm draped over her to attempt a cover of his own.
Willy: Jason looking to put her away after two very powerful moves.
Hawke: It’s times like this that I would love to be Sexy Jason.
One…Two…Tara rolls her shoulder off of the canvas!
Willy: He’s going to have to do a lot more!
Hawke: Still plenty of fight in her.
He quickly rolls over and gets into a position to do some push ups as he taunts Tara by doing ten quick push ups while Tara is still hurt after the scoop slam.
Willy: I don’t know how wise that is of Sexy Jason to taunt her like that.
Hawke: I have to agree…hit a few finishers, make sure you have breathing room, then break their mentality!
Finishing this “warm-up”, Sexy Jason hops backs to his feet and pulls Tara to her feet before driving his elbow right into the back of her skull! She falls down to one knee, but Sexy Jason grabs her to keep her from falling down the rest of the way…holding her head down, he gets as far as he can while still being in reach with his arm still at the back of her head before driving his knee into her forehead!
Willy: That shot looks like it may have busted her open.
Hawke: No, no blood on that pretty face!
Willy: Close call, she’s fine.
This hard knee forces Tara to stumble and fall straight down to the canvas holding her head as Sexy Jason quickly goes over to her and pushes her shoulders to the canvas as he attempts another cover:
Willy: Forcefully holding her shoulders down, the referee is counting!
Hawke: Do you have to force it with her?
One…Two…Tara kicks out this time!
Willy: A powerful kick out!
Hawke: You better do something fast, Jason!
Tara uses the ropes to try and get to her feet as Sexy Jason quickly gets up to her feet…he grabs her by the head and delivers a hard head butt that forces her to walk dazedly turn away from him and stumble towards the corner. As soon as she puts her back to the turnbuckle Sexy Jason rushes in and connects with a hard clothesline -- he keeps himself against her for a moment before putting his arm around her to bring her forward for a bulldog! He connects and rolls her over to try for another pin.
Willy: That bulldog may have done it--
Hawke: Come on…come on!
One…Two…Th--Tara kicks out!
Hawke: HA! Yes!
Willy: No! Tara kicks out, still!
Sexy Jason starts to tell people that he’s done messing around and stands up to get his breather, and fix his tights around his waist…Tara takes this brief moment she has to roll out of the ring to get a breather! The referee looks towards Tara, as she shakes her head of the cobwebs, and is telling her to get back into the ring while the No Mercy Champion just looks out at her wondering where she’s going…
Willy: She looks to be getting a breather.
Hawke: Smart move. Very smart!
“One!” Tara is walking away a little, breathing heavily, and Sexy Jason is just standing in the ring to give a shrug of his shoulders as he’s wondering just what she’s doing. “Two!” Tara waves her hand to the match, and starts to walk towards the ramp…the entire crowd is in a frenzy, booing at the fact that it seems Tara is just going to walk out of this match. Sexy Jason looks on and scowls as he thinks about what to do.
Willy: Where’s she going? She doesn’t look to care about this match anymore.
Hawke: As she shouldn’t! She knows she’s better, it’s Jason that has to prove himself!
Willy: He’s the one with the victory.
“Three!” Tara walks past the steel steps, and gives a very cocky wave to Sexy Jason telling him that he doesn’t deserve to even wrestle her, which seems to send him over the edge -- “Four!”
Willy: The No Mercy Champion appears to be getting frustrated.
Hawke: What’s he going to -- OH NO!
Tara is walking up the ramp with her hands to her hips as the crowd is still booing…after all the talk that has gone on between these two, Sexy Jason refuses to take a win this way, and slides out of the ring to run after her. “Five!”
Hawke: You get back in the ring!
Willy: He’s going to take her back with him!
Sexy Jason catches up with her while she’s halfway up the ramp and delivers a crushing axe handle smash that sends her stumbling forward and losing balance! “Six!” Sexy Jason hurries over to Tara, and grabs her by the head to force her up to her feet…he’s running her towards the ring as fast as he can as the referee is still counting and tosses her straight into the ring! Sexy Jason follows in after, breaking the count right at nine.
Willy: Back in at the count of nine!
Hawke: He should be disqualified!
Tara has rolled about three-fourths across the ring, and quickly gets up to her feet as Sexy Jason rushes over to her and starts to pummel away at her aggressive because of the fact that she tried to just walk out on the match…she’s doing her best to cover up, as the referee finally pulls Sexy Jason back and tells him to watch the closed fists.
Willy: He needs to watch those closed fists, he can’t lose his temper.
Hawke: Just ring the bell! He blindsides her, he used closed fists…he should be disqualified!
Sexy Jason pushes the referee out of the way and tries to go back to his assault on Tara, but he’s met with a front toe kick to his sternum. She continues these kicks several times, and rushes towards him to try and take him over with a sunset flip! She does!
Willy: Sunset flip!
One…Two…Jason kicks out!
Willy: Sexy Jason still kicks out!
Hawke: That was close, and I’m surprised. But this match should just be over.
Both of them are quickly getting up to their feet, as Sexy Jason now hits her with a stiff kick to her sternum. From here, he lifts her up and tries to take her down with the Sexy Relaxer, but she’s able to force herself over his shoulder and back safely to her feet…
Willy: Tara dodges a bullet, what very well could have ended the match.
Hawke: That’s her ring skills, William! She’s very aware of everything!
This time, Sexy Jason turns towards her and is met with a kick of her own! She hooks both of his arms and leaps into the air to go for the Fenix Wings #2! He manages to keep to his feet and tries to lift her up for a modified version of a Northern Lights Suplex, but Tara brings all her weight down and finally finishes the Fenix Wings #2!
Willy: Fenix Wings!
Hawke: Number TWO! This is all over, but the crying.
Sexy Jason looks to be out of it, as the impact forces him to roll over onto his back so he was in perfect position for a pin fall…she hooks his leg:
Willy: Tara Fenix is looking to put him away after that high impact Fenix Wings #2...
Hawke: One…Two--
One…Two…Thr--NO! Jason kicks out!
Hawke: Thr--WHAT?! No! No! That was three!
Willy: Sexy Jason kicks out! It may not just be meant to be, Sexy Jason could bring an end to his cold streak once and for all and just in time for Supremacy!
Tara looks to be in disbelief, and gets to her feet right away trapping the referee at the ropes as she is demanding that he ring the bell, telling him that it was a three count. The referee shakes his head, and is persisting that it was only a two count…she continues to argue this out, telling him that she knows full well it was a three.
Willy: Tara Fenix really needs to turn around and get that offense back on Sexy Jason.
Hawke: No, she has a very good argument with the referee! This needs to be debated, and that bell needs to sound. Timekeeper! *Joey Hawke points to the timekeeper* Ring that bell!
While Tara is too distracted by trying to tell the referee it was a three count, Sexy Jason has come to a little and lunges forward to roll her up into a schoolgirl cover!
Willy: A schoolgirl cover?!
Hawke: Well, it’s the same as the schoolboy, just…on a girl. So it’s a schoolgirl. Get it? I get it.
Willy: I do, too!
Hawke: YAY!
One…Two…Thre--NO! Tara is able to kick out!
Willy: But not enough to keep Tara down!
Hawke: I can’t believe Jason would try to steal it like that! I saw him grab the tights, he should be disqualified already!
She looks totally surprised as the move caught her out of nowhere, and almost cost her the entire match. Both of them are getting up to their feet, and as soon as they do, Jason looks to continue the offense by trying to grapple up with her for a brief moment before going for some powerful move, but she is able to avoid the initial grapple…Sexy Jason doesn’t have a chance to react before he’s brought down with the Fallen Fenix!
Hawke: Ooh! The Fallen Fenix, and now look, Willy…look what she’s doing.
Willy: Tara’s getting the momentum riding on her, and she could very well bring an end to this match.
Tara gets up to her feet right away and rushes over to the corner as she grabs the top rope and starts to stomp her foot down onto the ring multiple times. This is much like her brother’s “Prepares For Wipeout”…the entire crowd is kind of in a mixed reaction, knowing this to be in honor of her brother, whom they love, but they hate her!
Willy: Honoring Doc with this, she’s looking to finish it with the Fenixide Kick!
Hawke: Don’t blink, Jason!
Sexy Jason is slowly getting to his feet, holding his back in quite a lot of pain after receiving the patented Fallen Fenix, as she stops stomping her foot down onto the canvas…Sexy Jason is completely dazed, and unsuspecting as he turns to face her -- she lunges forward and looks to take him out with the Fenixide Kick!
Willy: FENIXIDE--
Hawke: It’s coming!
Sexy Jason somehow ducks underneath it and quickly turns to face her --
Willy: NO! Jason dodges!
Hawke: How?! HOW?!
hHe sends her off the ropes and looks to follow in as she springboards off the middle rope and back flips over Jason to land back on her feet…
Willy: Athleticism by Tara, she lands right back on her feet.
Hawke: Just like a cat!
He looks a little confused, as he turns around to see Tara stumbling backward a little trying to get her balance again…he rushes forward, and out of nowhere! Fenixide Kick! Sexy Jason is out in the center of the ring, as Tara Fenix drops down with her back over him as she hooks the near leg.
Willy: The Fenixide Kick out of nowhere, and Tara hooks the leg!
Hawke: YES! Count, ref, count! One…Two…
One…Two…Three!
Willy: She’s done it!
Hawke: THREE! Winner! WINNER! Do you think Tara would like to have a chicken dinner with me?
Willy: Doubtful. Highly…doubtful.
Winner via Pin fall: “The Frozen Phoenix” Tara Fenix!
As “Undead” by Hollywood Undead is blaring over the PA system we suddenly see the number one contender for the No Mercy Championship running down to the ring! Tara rolls out of the ring, as the referee follows her to raise her arm as the winner…
Willy: What’s Kanyon doing coming out here?
Hawke: Isn’t it obvious?
Kanyon slides into the ring and starts to stomp on the body of Sexy Jason as he’s trying to protect himself and the referee realizes he has to get into the ring to stop this.
Willy: Good, get in there! Get Kanyon out of there!
Hawke: Let him go! It’s what Jason deserves for all the smack he’s been talking!
Meanwhile, from the crowd…one of the fans grabs Tara! She turns around, surprised, and ready to knock someone out but she’s pushed away by Chris Cobain as he and Brian Gun both leap over the barricade and start to assault her. The referee looks outside to see them there, and is trying to separate them as Angel comes running down the ramp!
Willy: What?! We lost complete control out here!
Hawke: No! Get them out of here! Unless they want to bring the Egotistic Divas out!
Sexy Jason has slowly gotten to his feet while trying to defend himself, but finally starts fighting back against Kanyon -- both of them are exchanging blows with each other! Tara Fenix is trying to defend herself while both of these two are just delivering hard stomps to her and Angel finally comes around taking Chris Cobain down with a hard clothesline! He turns towards Brian Gun and both of them start exchanging shots while Tara is grabbing the top of the apron to try to pull herself up to her feet…
Willy: Kanyon and Sexy Jason are going at it! Angel just took Chris Cobain out, and is now exchanging shots with Brian Gun!
Hawke: This is getting brutal. Protect Tara!
Security has started to rush down to the ring as Mikkel Seifer…aka, the Executive Director…comes out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. He looks back and forth at the two brawls that are going on while Aksel Anarchy is sliding into the ring to separate the main two that are going at it. Back outside of the ring, the two members of Enmity are up to their feet and starting to double-team Brian Gun before Chris Cobain gets up to his feet.
Willy: Security is on their way out, and the Executive Director is actually out here. He doesn’t come out for nothing, I’ve known him for a long time.
Hawke: It’s war, Willy! WAR!
Chris Cobain is back up, and joins Brian Gun with fighting back the duo of Enmity, but they seem to be in a stalemate at the same time that Sexy Jason and Kanyon are! Security has gotten between both of them, at least thirty members of security overall, twenty dealing with the four outside of the ring, and ten dealing with the two inside…
Willy: They’re finally getting some control out here.
Hawke: About damn time. Slackers.
Still standing on the stage, Mikkel Seifer lifts his microphone and finally starts to speak:
Willy: Let’s hear what he has to say.
Hawke: Quiet! Mikkel Seifer is speaking!
: “Well, Sexy Jason and Kanyon…I really don’t have anything to say to you two, since you both will be facing at the pay-per-view. However! I will tell you this: If I see either one of you attack each other before this Sunday, no matter who initiates the attack, I will strip you of your belt, Jason, and Kanyon, you will be banned from any and ALL title matches until Night of Champions…TEN.”
Willy: That’s laying down the law.
Kanyon looks absolutely furious, as security lets both of them go figuring that they won’t attack each other due to this new rule.
Hawke: That’s not really fair.
Willy: And he has more to say…
: “As far as the four of you go…Enmity, Chris Cobain, and newcomer, Brian Gun. Brian, you really wanted to make an impact, didn’t you? I’ll say that you made it! You caught the attention of Enmity, as did you, Chris Cobain…and two victories? Over Harold Campbell, and now a victory over Angel? Don’t think you’ve impressed me too much, I don’t think you would’ve won if you would have had an actual legit match. I’m giving Enmity their chance at redemption. This Sunday. When you two take each other on -- and to make sure the Egotistic Divas don’t get involved…this is going to be a steel cage tag-team contest!”
Willy: WHAT?!
Hawke: Oh my!
Willy: A steel cage keeping those four in it?! This Sunday?!
The entire crowd is going crazy, as a smirk crosses over Tara’s face while she glares at her two opponents…a smile also comes to the face of Angel while joining Tara in the glare at them. Both of them don’t appear to be intimidated.
Willy: I can’t believe this. Those four are going to rip each other apart!
Hawke: Not as badly as Kanyon and Sexy Jason want to rip each other apart right now.
: “Another thing, the four of you will all have limited airtime with the camera…so make sure you use it wisely. I hope you’ll all have great matches. I won’t be at Hostile Takeover, but don’t think I won’t be watching it from home, Kanyon and Jason! I’ll see you all at Supremacy this Sunday!”
Willy: Well, that’s the show, folks! We’ll see you this Wednesday, and then our colleagues will be with you on Supremacy -- see you all this Wednesday!
With the major announcements coming from the Executive Director, “Re-Education (Through Labor)” by Rise Against starts to blare over the PA system as the show goes to a close with security still holding the team apart, while Kanyon and Sexy Jason both glare a hole straight through each other.