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Post by The Messiah of Human Torture on Jul 10, 2012 4:43:06 GMT -5
Opener: The Dudley Boyz vs The Usos
GM Iser promo
Fatal Fourway: Tyson Kidd vs Goldust vs Kaz vs Austin Aries
CM Punk promo
Kane vs Crimson, Abyss, and Kid Kash in a handicap match
Raven promo
Main Event: Chase vs the debuting AJ Styles
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Post by The Messiah of Human Torture on Jul 15, 2012 20:07:12 GMT -5
The Usos came out to a relatively muted responce but they did put on a good performance. The Dudleyz, however, were booed as soon as they cut a promo on the Roanoke crowd and booed loudly. The Usos did hit most of their usual double team moves, but unfortunately for them...the outcome really wasn't in doubt. The Dudleyz hit their usual offense and ended things with the 3-D pinning Jay Uso after a nine minute tag team match.
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Post by The Messiah of Human Torture on Jul 15, 2012 20:53:45 GMT -5
The crowd seems animated already after that opener. As soon as 'Rattlesnake' begins to play, however, the boo birds come out in absolute full force for the General Manager. Iser emerges from the curtain, his hair back to his natural black color and shoulder length while wearing an all black suit. There's an obvious bandage over his forehead from the massive gusher he bled at wrestlemania.
JR: This man had one hell of a match at Wrestlemania.
Tazz: That was honestly the closest anyone has come to defeating Raven since this same man did it a couple years ago. I'd tip your black hat to him.
JR: But he isn't happy. Look at that face.
Tazz: It's what a competitor is, JR. You aren't happy if you don't win it all.
Iser methodically walks down the ramp as the crowd continues to greet him in a rude manner. He doesn't even flinch at their merceless responce to him. He rolls under the ring ropes and slinks down in the corner for a brief moment, his usual practice, before standing back up to the center of the ring. He immedietely grabs a microphone from Lillian and stares coldly into the camera as the music dies down...but the boos do not.
Iser: Do I have your attention?
That one question just increases the boos even more instead of decreases. Iser just narrows his eyes slightly in disgust.
Iser: I'm sure most of you people are expecting me to bitch about Wrestlemania...but the truth of the matter is...I can't. I'm better than that. I'm man enough to admit that I lost. Sorry to disapoint all of you who were expecting me to curse, bitch, whine, moan, and groan...but that's not what I'm here to talk about.
Iser's cold glare is now fixated right at the camera.
Iser: I'm here to address you people for a minute. You all have the...audasity to tell me that I have to react a certain way. When someone hits your vehicle with another...you bitch because even though YOU did the wrong doing...you expect the guy that you wronged to not have ANY kind of reaction except smile and take it.
Iser extends his sneer toward the crowd as the fans begin to boo.
Iser: It's sickening. This type of culture...is damned sickening and those of you booing me as I say this are only booing me because you know every word that I speak is the damned truth...so my announcement here is...I refuse to tolerate...any of this wrong doing anymore.
JR: ...and he was a nice guy who tolerated things to begin with?
Tazz: That's...a scary thought right there, JR if what he was doing before hand was him being nice.
Iser: Like I said...I'm not a damned puppet for your whims that you build, create, and mold to react how YOU want me to react. I'm going to react how I HAVE to react as a god damned human being...an--
*ROB VAN DAM!*
*THE WHOLE FUCKING SHOW!*
JR: Wait a minute!
Tazz: Does he have a death wish?
The crowd immedietely explodes for the man who just interupted this very angry tyrade from the owner of the company. Iser immedietely looks toward the ramp in absolute disdain. RVD walks down the ramp, in his wrestling gear despite not having a match, as the crowd somewhat sways with the actual music like you'd see in a rock concert of sorts. Rob already has a microphone in his hand as he enters the ring and the music dies down.
RVD: Dude...you need to take a chill pill. What you did at Wrestlemania was put on a great show and that's cool dog. You should just be happy with that and lighten up because that's what we, as wrestlers, all aspire to do.
Iser, looking at Rob with a ton of hatred in his eyes, just shakes his head in disgust while the fans chant RVD's name.
JR: Look at the look on his face, Tazz.
Tazz: Rob's really going to regret this one, JR. You don't cross the owner of the company...ever.
Iser just slowly waits for the chants to die down before he gets his chance to speak. The rage that is in his eyes not dying down for an instant.
Iser: So...now YOU are telling me how I should react? I'm not like you Rob...I'm not just content to say I loss. It does piss me off that I lost that match, but I'm also not going to bitch about it because there's other fish I have to fry.
RVD just nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders at the owner and this just pisses off the man even further.
Iser: Speaking of which...let's get on to you, Rob. You had the audasity to tell me how I should react...how I should run this place and yet you are the picture perfect example of how NOT to represent this damned company. You're always in your wrestling gear with these fancy designs and yet whenever you do lose a match...you just say 'whatever there's next time.'
Iser takes a hostile step toward RVD who is a little bit shocked by the attitude of the owner.
Iser: You DON'T react that way to a loss if you want to reach the holy grail of this business you conceited son of a bitch.
JR: Woooh.
Tazz: It's already getting ugly.
RVD just shakes his head again as the crowd begins a loud 'Iser sucks' chant toward the owner of the company. Rob puts on his cocky smile toward those chants while Iser is just focused on the man in front of him...a complete contrast in styles and demeanor.
Iser: One more thing Rob...if you dare get yourself arrested for your use of canabus under my watch...you'll rue the day you ever thought about trying that god damned plant for the rest of your life. As it stands right now...I'm already sick of that god damned stinch in your locker room...and I'm sick of dealing with your attitude. I'm just sick of YOU, Rob.
RVD: Alright, time out...take a chill pill. Just breathe boss man. Breathe.
Iser: You egotistical prick...you don't think I'm serious do you? How about this?
Iser soon slaps the taste out of Rob's mouth and that creates a few ooos and ahhs from the crowd. Before Rob can react, Iser then takes down Van Dam and the duo begin to brawl as the crowd goes crazy.
JR: They're going at it here.
Tazz: I told you Rob is out of his mind for coming out here to interupt the boss.
The two really begin to trade fists before security sprints to the ring and pulls the two off of one another. Rob still seems relaxed about the tense situation, but Iser looks like he wants to commit genocide toward Rob, the security guards, and the fans right now as XWA goes into break.
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Post by The Messiah of Human Torture on Jul 15, 2012 21:00:42 GMT -5
The Fatal Fourway was up next. Goldust gets the loudest reaction of boos for his flamboyant ways, but Tyson Kidd treated this match as his own personal showcase. Austin Aries did a cool spot where he hit his heat-seaker on Kazarian on the outside while Kidd and Goldust exchanged moves for a while. Soon enough at the nine minute mark, all four men were back in the ring trading moves. Goldust hit a clothesline on Aries that did send him back out. Kaz then dropkicked Goldust out of the ring but as soon as he turned around, Tyson hit Kaz with a shinbreaker and then applied the Dungeon Lock. Kaz immedietely tapped at about the ten minute mark while an angry Goldust, showing his displeasure, rolled back into the ring and tried to lay out Tyson Kidd with a Shock-Treatment. Kidd spins out of it and manages to lay out and embarass the bizare one with a Code-Blue that pops the crowd but it isn't over between those two competitors.
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Post by The Messiah of Human Torture on Jul 15, 2012 21:09:59 GMT -5
The camera goes backstage to the interview set where Maria Kanellis is with CM Punk. Punk has a bandage near his left eye thanks to the attack from his former tag partner...Homicide. The crowd is at a fever pitch in support of their hero Punk and Maria's revealing red dress.
Maria: CM Punk..I was just sent here to ask one question...
Punk just looks at her in absolute seriousness before turning to the camera.
Punk: Let me be realistic here...Homicide and I go a long ways. We've traveled down a couple roads together, but we've always had the uttmost respect for one another's abilities despite whatever differences we have.
Punk trails off for a brief second before the intensity on his face shows up.
Punk: ...but a man can't just take seeing his own blood lying down and Cide...you've just made it personal. If you want to come after me with a fork...that's fine. If you want to hit me with your cop killer finisher to try to break my neck...that's fine...but I promise you this...you will rue the day you made an absolute enemy out of m---
Before CM Punk can finish his final statement, Homicide comes blasting in with a vicious assault from behind. Maria lets out a shocked scream as Homicide, armed with his fork in hand, lets out a second assault with it. Security immedietely shows up before he can do any damage with it, but the wounded Punk throws a kick or two toward the man as security pulls him away.
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Post by The Messiah of Human Torture on Jul 15, 2012 21:14:35 GMT -5
Well, it was a handicap match...but Kane didn't seem to care in the slightest. Kash and Abyss had a history of teaming but a double team clothesline was ducked and Kash ate a boot and Abyss an uppercut. Crimson tried to charge with a clothesline...but it was to no avail as he was goozled and chokeslamed to the mat hard as the crowd went nuts for the Big Red Machine. Abyss soon charged the Big Red Monster but he also got goozled and the crowd marveled with the ease Kane had with chokeslamming the three hundred pound man. Kane then turns his attention to Kash, who was climbing the top rope. He leaps off the top rope with his moonsault but the crowd gasps as Kane catches him and then spikes him on his head with a tombstone. Kane then proceeds to cover all three men as the ref, and the fans count to three as Kane gets another victory to continue the roll he is on.
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Post by #HEEL Dark Lord on Jul 15, 2012 21:55:11 GMT -5
Tazz: We are back live, and, here comes the man who retained his World Title at Wrestlemania!
JR: Not for nothing, but, that was one hell of a match. But, as usual, Raven's true colors came rushing back. Looks like the smug son of a bitch is back.
*The fans begin to boo loudly, as Raven emerges from the smoke, a bandage covering his forehead, but, his trademark grin still plastered on his face. The XWA title slung over his shoulder. He pauses at the top of the ramp, and scans over the thousands of fans in attendence, and shakes his head in disgust. Making his way down the ramp, the pale figure of Daffney flanks out behind him, decked in her ripped jeans and tank top, her eyes bugged out, as she slams her fist into her palm.*
Tazz: One has to wonder, how much pain Raven must be in right now. I am sure, Daffney gave him a little TLC if you get my drift.
JR: Oh, good lord.
*Raven pauses in the middle of the ramp, andgrabs his title, he hoists it above his head, as a cavalcade of pyro and fireworks go off behind him. The crowd booing as loud as they can. Raven continues down the ramp, as he slides into the ring. Daffney climbs the stairs, and denies the male demographic the pleasure of seeing her trademark entrance. *
Tazz: AW! There goes one of the highlights off my day!
*Raven's music begins to fade, as the boos continue to reign down. Raven closes his eyes, as his basks in the crowds utter hatered for him*
Raven: Well, well, well. Would you look at that? In the BIGGEST match in XWA's history, I went into hostile territory as Champion, and, I walked out as XWA Champion. I have to be honest with all of you. I didn't think I was going to make it at all. Just being in that decayed wasteland known as West Virginia nearly destroyed me. Everything about that state endangered my wellbeing. From the illeterate townspeople, to the poison enducing food they eat, right down to the mundane and tiresome terrain. But, after my well earned victory, I had to hop on a plane, and go to the redheaded stepchild state of Virginia.
*Raven shakes his head as the crowd begins to boo even louder*
JR: Well, that was a dirty trick.
Raven: As the biggest superstar in all of wrestling, I think I deserve better treatment. I shouldn't have to appear in such broken down, and embarassing cities, such as Roanoke. I shouldn't have to be in the same arena, with such lowclass people, such as all of you. Being in this state, is about as terrible as watching two Korean's going all out in a competitive game of StarCraft. If there is anything worse than either of those two scenerios, I would hate to know what it is.
*Raven laughs to himself as the crowd begins to chant "Asshole"
Tazz: The audience is proving Raven's point, no class.
Raven: Speaking of terrible, back to West Virginia. Never in my entire career of wrestling, have I ever been around so many people, who are void of intelligence. I mean, I saw people fighting for tractor parts, putting gravy on their hamburgers... at least, I think those were hamburgers. But, despite all of that, I brought some much needed attention to that cesspool of a state. By myself, I have more talent and ability, than the entire West Virginia basketball team. The only thing I lack, are the piss yellow shoes of one Truck Bryant.
*Raven cackles loudly as the audience continues to boo*
JR: Raven lacks respect for everyone.
Raven: Much like I told you all before, I was going to be champion for a very long time. Unlike the Japanese, who think they are the best videogamers in the world, I actually WIN in high pressure situations! As we speak, Japan is drowning in the tears of the salt mines, as their sodium levels are overflowing. I have to ask you, Japan, are you mad? I think you're REALLY mad. So mad in fact, you need a dose of the SALT SHAKER!
*Raven laughs hysterically, as an image of the Japanese flag appears on the titontron, and a large salt shaker is shaking salt onto it*
Raven: Sorry, Japan, I can't be suspended for that. You guys managed to lose to South Korea, and their little bitch of a country, Taiwan. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. You guys suck at Pokemon, you guys suck at Street Fighter, but, hey, you still have Persona 4. The only types of games you people can win in, a game that makes ZERO sense, and lacks originality, along with logic.
*Raven shakes his head as the audience begins a "Shut The Fuck Up" chant*
Tazz: These people have some nerve.
JR: No, Raven has some nerve. He just insulted three countries. He should be ashamed of himself.
Raven: But, enough about non-important countries, I want to get back to XWA. MY Company. I continue to rest on top of the mountain. After, winning the rubber match in a great contest with the GM, who can even come close to beating me? I know what you people are thinking. You're all thinking Rob Van Dam, aren't you?
*The crowd cheers loudly at the mention of RVD*
Raven: Well, I hate to break it to you people, but, I have beaten RVD so many times, I lost track. Besides, after that braindead stunt he pulled earlier tonight, I doubt he will be in any shape to face me anytime soon. He signed his death wish, and, finally, someone else other than me will get to destroy him. You should have listened to your own advice, Rob, You should have chilled out, smoked a blunt, and had your own personal "time out". But, I personally can't wait to see you get your ass kicked yet again. It's just a shame, it isn't me. I could always go for a match against you, Rob. It's a sure-fire win for me everytime!
JR: Someone needs to do something about this jackass. I am tired of his selffish ways.
Tazz: Don't make me come over there, and steal your hat.
*Raven looks out into the crowd, and sees various signs, saying he sucks, calling him a sellout, and a fraud, all of which make him grin, and shake his head*
Raven: You people act like I turned my backs on all of you. I did nothing of the sort. I told all of you, that I would NEVER fight for you. All of you decided to jump on my bandwagon, because, I stood up to the boss. All of you are too scared to stand up for yourselves, so, you just agree with someone who is man enough to do so. You can't leech greatness from me. All of you are destined to be LOSERS for the rest of your sad and pointless lives! So, how does that make you feel? I can see it on all of your faces, you are all SALTY! We are having a Sodium Overload in this very arena! Well, I will leave you all with this final sentiment. I am still YOUR XWA Champion, and, I will remain champion for a long time. STAY SALTY!
*"I Came To Play" hits, as Raven drops the mic and holds up his title. Daffney screams loudly at his side, as the fans boo loudly, and, the front row are giving him the bird as the shows fade to commercials*
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Post by The Messiah of Human Torture on Jul 15, 2012 22:09:37 GMT -5
Chase and AJ Styles had a wonderful 15 minute match where AJ's athletic ability and Chase's ruthless style of wrestling were both showcased. Chase even went to german AJ, but AJ landed on his feet and as soon as Chase stood up, AJ hit his picture perfect dropkick. After a couple more athletic moves, Chase started to ground the smaller man with his power game...including a very vicious powerbomb that Batista could only dream to do. Soon enough, AJ ducked a violent clothesline attempt and drilled Chase with the Pele. As soon as he got up, though...he was met with a violent rolling elbow from the interfereing champion. The crowd boos but the damage is done with that one simple move. Chase smirks in amusement as Raven poses with the title belt as the fans boo and we go off the air.
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