Post by Andrew Jacobsen on Oct 18, 2011 10:02:47 GMT -6
{The wailing guitar leads into the opening drums as some strobe lights to flash red slowly as the titantron shows a small red poker chip with the 'Spade' symbol within it move across the screen, then as it disappears a larger gun barrel appears from the right and moves with a silhouette of The Ace in it into the centre, the silhouette faces the camera draws a gun and fires. The bullet heads towards the screen before shattering a Jack of Hearts. The Ace appears on stage and huge flame pyro explodes either side of the ramp bathing the arena in a static green light as the lyrics to 'Revolution Roulette' by Poets Of The Fall begin.}
Amber Ashe: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Birmingham, England, weighing in at 246 pounds, The Ace!
Preston Marshall: The Ace put Venom out of action with the figure-four a few weeks ago, and he’s looking to capitalize on that momentum by picking up a win against the nCw Tag Team Champions here tonight.
Jaymie Boone: Not that it’ll happen, but points for effort.
{Cards begin to fall from the rafters after the pyro explosions as the titantron shows The Ace delivering Ace-Plants to Phillip Burns and Showtyme. The Ace walks down the ramp through the shower of falling cards. The cards stop falling as The Ace confidently struts over to the steel steps before he climbs them and steps through the ropes. He walks over to the adjacent turnbuckle, climbing the second rope. He raises both arms in the air. The Ace then climbs down and he walks to the middle of the ring as the song fades, the lights return to normal...}
{The lights in the arena dim, replaced with intermittent red and white spotlights, as “This Is The End” begins to play and Roberto makes his way onto the stage with the National Championship wrapped around his waist, accompnied by Hannah Reed, where he immediately stands and proceeds to look around the arena raising his right fist high into the air to a chorus of boos from the majority and cheers from small pockets who thrust their fists in the air in response before shortly making his way down the ramp towards the ring.}
Amber Ashe: And his partner, from Florence, Italy, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the nCw National Champion, Roberto Verona!
Jaymie Boone: Verona’s full of his crap about his Revolution, but you can’t deny the man’s got talent. And abs. Mmm, Verona abs...
{Upon entering the ring Roberto slowly paces around the ring before climbing a nearby turnbuckle and raising his fist high into the air once again, staring around the audience. Hannah makes her way to her spot for the match as Roberto begins to prepare for his opponent, handing the National Championship to the referee.}
Preston Marshall: Here it comes…
{“Are You Ready?”
The opening riff of Had Enough by Danko Jones begins to play over the sound speakers as the lights in the arena begin blinking black, green, and blue. Rob Diamond and Andrew Jacobsen step out onto the stage, nCw Tag Team Championship belts around Rob’s shoulder and Andrew’s waist. They look to each other, grinning, and each walks to one side of the stage, their arms crossed above their heads.. The crowd cheers them on as they walk down to the ring, slapping high fives and mouthing off to each other as they climb into the ring.}
Amber Ashe: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 462 pounds, they are the nCw Tag Team Champions, Rob Diamond and Andrew Jacobsen, INfamous!
Preston Marshall: Rob Diamond and Andrew Jacobsen picked up an incredible victory in the Warfare match at Battlegrounds when they, along with the World Champion Steve Awesome, defeated Jimmy Zane, Lex Sense and Ricky Johnson. This is their first match as a team since winning the titles, can they show the cohesion that we expect out of the tag team champions?
Jaymie Boone: I’ve slept with Andrew Jacobsen. Just wanted to let you know.
Preston Marshall: A fact he undoubtedly regrets.
{“When you burn in Hell, remember what I said, you had your chance, I had enough! I’ve had enough!”
They both hit the cross chops as the “X” pyros shoot out in the background. Andrew drops down to both knees and flexes at the same time Rob does a final cross chop as one big X flies up and green pyro rain from the sky. They toss their INFamous t-shirts to the crowd and get ready for the match.}
{The teams decide that Ace and Rob will start things off. Ace gestures for a lock-up, and Rob moves in kind. The Ace moves in to lock up, but Rob pulls his hand back and slicks his hair, grinning at an unamused Jake Conway. Ace beckons Rob in, and when he’s within arm’s reach, Conway nails him with a stiff right! He takes the opening to start laying into Diamond with a hail of chops and elbows. Rob fires back with shots of his own, but Ace catches one and wrenches his arm before dropping him with a quick hook kick! He drops down for a cover, but Rob kicks out before he’s even covered with a fist to the jaw.}
Preston Marshall: These two men going at it tooth and nail right from the get-go, and the fans are loving it!
{Rob stands, grabbing Ace’s wrist and twisting him into a hammerlock. Ace struggles against it, firing a back elbow into the side of Rob’s head. Rob responds by using his free hand to bitchslap Ace from behind, and uses the moment to haul him up for a hammerlock back suplex! Ace hits the canvas hard, and Rob makes a cover. 1…2…and a kickout by the former World Champion! Rob shakes his head, putting the boots to him, Ace barely making it back to his feet.}
Preston Marshall: Some very ungraceful offense from one Rob Diamond there.
Jaymie Boone: This isn’t ballet, Preston. Though we do have men in tights. Now let me go back to ogling.
Preston Marshall: Journalism is dead.
{Rob moves in, Ace charging him. Diamond ducks the clothesline from Ace and catches him on the rebound with a Thesz press, raining punches on him. After a few seconds of this, Rob pulls a groggy Ace up and grins, grabbing his arms and beginning to twist them into position for the Dominicus Driver. Just as he thinks he has it, though, Ace breaks free and hooks Rob’s arms behind his head, sweeping his leg out for the Russian Roulette! The Ace pops back up, flashing his trademark grin to the fans before moving to lock in the figure-four. However, Rob grabs Ace’s head as he spins to cross Rob’s legs and pulls him into an inside cradle! 1! 2! A close kickout from a surprised Ace!}
Jaymie Boone: Ace caught uncharacteristically off guard there. He’d normally have something like that scouted.
Preston Marshall: Wh—was that actual commentary?
Jaymie Boone: Just doing my job, Preston. It’d be nice if you followed suit.
{Diamond gets to his feet a microsecond before Ace, whipping him into the corner and following him in with a brutal shoulder to the gut. He hits a few more before trying to set Ace up on the top turnbuckle. Conway squirms, firing a few punches at Diamond to attempt to block his efforts. Rob, exasperated, socks Ace a good one and instead hooks his legs over the second rope. Diamond takes a few steps back, a manic glint in his eye, and races in to give Ace some Shattered Dreams! The former World Champion crumples to the mat, holding his tenders, as Diamond barks at him.}
Jaymie Boone: The last kind of Rob Diamond you want is an exasperated one, believe me. He can do some nasty things when he’s fed up.
Preston Marshall: I’m amazed you could pronounce exasperated.
{Rob picks up Ace in a front facelock, dragging him over to his corner and tagging in Jacobsen. Andrew steps in and they haul Ace over for a double suplex! Andrew floats over into the cover! 1! 2! Ace kicks out again! Andrew hauls him up, booting him in the gut, and hits a crisp snap suplex. He pops his hips and rolls through, hitting a second. Andrew picks Ace back up and does a little Guerrero shimmy before going for the third, However, Ace hooks his leg and blocks it before delivering a knee to the gut. Ace , double underhooking him and bringing him up for a vicious backbreaker! Ace drops down and goes for a pin. 1…and Jacobsen kicks out just before the two.}
Preston Marshall: You can never underestimate a cerebral competitor like the Ace. The man can strike from anywhere and cripple you. Look at Venom.
Jaymie Boone: Can I look at Andrew instead? Mmm…
Preston Marshall: You’re a credit to your gender, Jaymie…
{Ace mouths off to Andrew as he stands him up, and Jacobsen suddenly comes to life, rocking the Birmingham native with a stiff elbow shot! He fires off another, and then another before doubling him over with a kneelift and powering him over with a gutwrench suplex! He goes for a cover! 1! 2! Ace kicks out! Andrew looks back and hits the ropes, coming off with a nice dropkick to the face! Ace clutches his nose and staggers to his feet. Andrew’s waiting, grabbing Ace’s arm and Irish whipping him into the ropes. Jacobsen catches him on the rebound with a flapjack, drilling him with the Gordie Howe Special! He goes for the pin! 1! 2! And a near-fall!}
Preston Marshall: Quite the flurry of offense from Jacobsen there. He really seems to be out to make Ace pay for saying he can’t stand on his own, eh Jaymie?
Jaymie Boone: …
Preston Marshall: Jaymie?
Jaymie Boone: What? I was staring at Andrew. Can you blame me? Sexiest Man Alive in there!
Preston Marshall: So much for that credit I was going to give you.
{Andrew gets to his feet and Ace goes for a rear waistlock. Andrew counters, grabbing his arm and twisting it into a wristlock. Ace reverses, pulling him in for a side headlock and squeezing the hold. Andrew tries to squirm out of the hold, backing into the ropes. As he does so, Rob tags himself in. Ace hits Andrew with a modified bulldog to squelch his attempts at escape, but when he tries to cover, Lei has to tell him Jacobsen isn’t the legal man anymore. Ace looks up at him in disbelief, only for Diamond to interrupt with a dropkick to the back!}
Preston Marshall: Little less jawing and a little more action would probably do Ace some good.
Jaymie Boone: Verona hasn’t been tagged in all match! I want me some Robbie V!
{As if he hears her pleas, Ace tries to get to the corner and tag in Verona. Rob cuts him off with a huge Fist Full O’ Democracy, however, and Irish whips him into the corner, where he buckles against the turnbuckle! He looks to the crowd, snapping off a crotch chop at Ace and charging him to nail a huge bronco buster as he bellows “SUCK IIIIT!” at the top of his lungs. Diamond grabs Ace and throws him into Verona’s corner, gesturing for the tag. Roberto claps Ace on the shoulder, and Diamond nods with his familiar grin.}
Preston Marshall: And here comes the always controversial National Champion, Roberto Verona!
Jaymie Boone: WOO! HOTNESS IS IN THE HOUSE!
{Diamond moves towards Verona, but immediately tries for another Fist Full O’ Democracy. Roberto ducks it, catching him in the jaw when he turns with a vicious Silencer superkick! The crowd boos him, which he shrugs off at first, but moments afterward they begin a familiar chant.}
Crowd: WHERE’S MY PI-ZZA? *clap clap clapclapclap* WHERE’S MY PI-ZZA? *clap clap clapclapclap*
WHERE’S MY PI-ZZA? *clap clap clapclapclap*
Preston Marshall: Nothing like the fans to rile up a less than 100% American competitor such as Roberto Verona.
Jaymie Boone: Those bastards! I want pizza now!
{Verona shakes his head, backing up and hitting a knee drop to the skull of the former World Champion. He jaws at the fans, waiting for Diamond to get up before practically decapitating him with the Madame Guillotine lariat! Verona with the cover! 1! 2! And a kickout! Roberto smirks, pulling Diamond up and looking for the Brainwasher DDT. Diamond fires off a few elbows to the gut, struggling and getting free. He hammers at Verona, pulling him in and launching him with a tremendous belly-to-belly suplex. Diamond backs up, taunting Verona, and goes for the Atomic Leg Drop, only for Verona to roll out of the way!}
Jaymie Boone: Shades of Jim Hellwig there from Verona, getting out of town when Rob went for that leg drop.
Preston Marshall: …who?
Jaymie Boone: Do your research.
{Diamond gets to his feet, holding his tailbone, only for Verona to charge and catch him with a sickening Requiescat in Pace facebreaker! Rob falls to the mat, twitching, and Verona laughs, the boos of the crowd washing over him. He pulls up a groggy Diamond, muscling him onto his shoulders and spreading his arms wide for the Fallen Idol crucifix powerbomb. He parades Diamond around the ring, shouting at the fans “THIS IS YOUR IDOL! WATCH! HIM! FALL!” As he goes to power him down, however, Rob manages to get enough life in himself to buck off of Roberto’s shoulders! Verona, startled, turns around into a DIAMOND CUTTER! Both men are down!}
Preston Marshall: OH! Beautiful counter there by Diamond! Now the question is who’ll be able to make the tag first?
{Johnnie Lei begins to count as both men are on the mat, twitching. 1…2…Rob rolls onto his stomach as Verona tries to get a knee under himself. 3…4…Rob manages to elbow his way towards the corner, groaning in pain. 5…6…Verona forces himself to a knee as Diamond gets a surge of strength and leaps into his corner, tagging in Andrew! Roberto hears the tag and jumps towards his corner, only for the Ace to drop down off the apron and step back, hands up and an evil grin on his face.}
Preston Marshall: WHAT?! Ace is abandoning his tag partner!
Jaymie Boone: Verona shouldn’t have talked about making Ace pay. He should have seen this one coming, frankly.
{Verona wearily stands, turning around into the FLASHFREEZE! Jacobsen levels Verona with his signature 540 kick, going for the cover while he shoots a dirty glare at Ace! 1! 2! 3!}
Amber Ashe: Here are your winners, the nCw Tag Team Champions, INfamous!
Preston Marshall: INfamous picks up the win, but give the assist to the Ace ther—what’s he doing under the ring?!
{Ace is indeed digging under the ring apron, looking for something as INfamous clears the ring and walks away with their title belts. He comes back out with a familiar gleaming metal object. Ace grins diabolically as he slides into the ring, expanding the roulette rake and bringing it crashing down upon a prone Verona’s back. Ace taunts Verona, who buckles and tries to roll away from the assault. Roberto struggles to a knee, only to be put right back on the canvas with the FameAcer! The crowd rains hatred on Ace, who acknowledges it all with a cheeky grin and a wave. Ace pulls up Verona and hooks the rake around his arms and throat, looking to the crowd and mocking their boos.}
Preston Marshall: Oh God, if he hits the Russian Roulette with that roulette rake across Verona’s throat, we might not have a National Champion before the night’s done!
Jaymie Boone: First Venom and now Verona, The Ace is definitely trying to blaze a bloody trail back into the spotlight.
{Ace turns Verona to each side of the ring, mocking Verona’s own presentation for the Fallen Idol. When he turns to face the ramp, however, he sees Andrew Jacobsen stampeding back down to the ring with a chair in hand. Ace quickly bails from the ring, Jacobsen menacing him with the chair as Ace circles around and backs up the ramp. Andrew collapses the rake, helping Verona stand as the EMTs rush the ring. Verona shoves Jacobsen away, only to collapse against the ropes as the medics arrive and help Verona up. Verona begrudgingly nods to Jacobsen, shrugging off the medics and limping to the back by himself, playing to the crowd some as he walks away.}
Jaymie Boone: An unlikely savior for Roberto there. Why would Jacobsen come back out and rescue him after he’d just wrestled a match with him? And with all the bad blood between them?
Preston Marshall: He’s a boy scout. He does the right thing, smart or not. Thank God he did, though. We’ll be right back, ladies and gentlemen.
Amber Ashe: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Birmingham, England, weighing in at 246 pounds, The Ace!
Preston Marshall: The Ace put Venom out of action with the figure-four a few weeks ago, and he’s looking to capitalize on that momentum by picking up a win against the nCw Tag Team Champions here tonight.
Jaymie Boone: Not that it’ll happen, but points for effort.
{Cards begin to fall from the rafters after the pyro explosions as the titantron shows The Ace delivering Ace-Plants to Phillip Burns and Showtyme. The Ace walks down the ramp through the shower of falling cards. The cards stop falling as The Ace confidently struts over to the steel steps before he climbs them and steps through the ropes. He walks over to the adjacent turnbuckle, climbing the second rope. He raises both arms in the air. The Ace then climbs down and he walks to the middle of the ring as the song fades, the lights return to normal...}
{The lights in the arena dim, replaced with intermittent red and white spotlights, as “This Is The End” begins to play and Roberto makes his way onto the stage with the National Championship wrapped around his waist, accompnied by Hannah Reed, where he immediately stands and proceeds to look around the arena raising his right fist high into the air to a chorus of boos from the majority and cheers from small pockets who thrust their fists in the air in response before shortly making his way down the ramp towards the ring.}
Amber Ashe: And his partner, from Florence, Italy, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the nCw National Champion, Roberto Verona!
Jaymie Boone: Verona’s full of his crap about his Revolution, but you can’t deny the man’s got talent. And abs. Mmm, Verona abs...
{Upon entering the ring Roberto slowly paces around the ring before climbing a nearby turnbuckle and raising his fist high into the air once again, staring around the audience. Hannah makes her way to her spot for the match as Roberto begins to prepare for his opponent, handing the National Championship to the referee.}
Preston Marshall: Here it comes…
{“Are You Ready?”
The opening riff of Had Enough by Danko Jones begins to play over the sound speakers as the lights in the arena begin blinking black, green, and blue. Rob Diamond and Andrew Jacobsen step out onto the stage, nCw Tag Team Championship belts around Rob’s shoulder and Andrew’s waist. They look to each other, grinning, and each walks to one side of the stage, their arms crossed above their heads.. The crowd cheers them on as they walk down to the ring, slapping high fives and mouthing off to each other as they climb into the ring.}
Amber Ashe: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 462 pounds, they are the nCw Tag Team Champions, Rob Diamond and Andrew Jacobsen, INfamous!
Preston Marshall: Rob Diamond and Andrew Jacobsen picked up an incredible victory in the Warfare match at Battlegrounds when they, along with the World Champion Steve Awesome, defeated Jimmy Zane, Lex Sense and Ricky Johnson. This is their first match as a team since winning the titles, can they show the cohesion that we expect out of the tag team champions?
Jaymie Boone: I’ve slept with Andrew Jacobsen. Just wanted to let you know.
Preston Marshall: A fact he undoubtedly regrets.
{“When you burn in Hell, remember what I said, you had your chance, I had enough! I’ve had enough!”
They both hit the cross chops as the “X” pyros shoot out in the background. Andrew drops down to both knees and flexes at the same time Rob does a final cross chop as one big X flies up and green pyro rain from the sky. They toss their INFamous t-shirts to the crowd and get ready for the match.}
{The teams decide that Ace and Rob will start things off. Ace gestures for a lock-up, and Rob moves in kind. The Ace moves in to lock up, but Rob pulls his hand back and slicks his hair, grinning at an unamused Jake Conway. Ace beckons Rob in, and when he’s within arm’s reach, Conway nails him with a stiff right! He takes the opening to start laying into Diamond with a hail of chops and elbows. Rob fires back with shots of his own, but Ace catches one and wrenches his arm before dropping him with a quick hook kick! He drops down for a cover, but Rob kicks out before he’s even covered with a fist to the jaw.}
Preston Marshall: These two men going at it tooth and nail right from the get-go, and the fans are loving it!
{Rob stands, grabbing Ace’s wrist and twisting him into a hammerlock. Ace struggles against it, firing a back elbow into the side of Rob’s head. Rob responds by using his free hand to bitchslap Ace from behind, and uses the moment to haul him up for a hammerlock back suplex! Ace hits the canvas hard, and Rob makes a cover. 1…2…and a kickout by the former World Champion! Rob shakes his head, putting the boots to him, Ace barely making it back to his feet.}
Preston Marshall: Some very ungraceful offense from one Rob Diamond there.
Jaymie Boone: This isn’t ballet, Preston. Though we do have men in tights. Now let me go back to ogling.
Preston Marshall: Journalism is dead.
{Rob moves in, Ace charging him. Diamond ducks the clothesline from Ace and catches him on the rebound with a Thesz press, raining punches on him. After a few seconds of this, Rob pulls a groggy Ace up and grins, grabbing his arms and beginning to twist them into position for the Dominicus Driver. Just as he thinks he has it, though, Ace breaks free and hooks Rob’s arms behind his head, sweeping his leg out for the Russian Roulette! The Ace pops back up, flashing his trademark grin to the fans before moving to lock in the figure-four. However, Rob grabs Ace’s head as he spins to cross Rob’s legs and pulls him into an inside cradle! 1! 2! A close kickout from a surprised Ace!}
Jaymie Boone: Ace caught uncharacteristically off guard there. He’d normally have something like that scouted.
Preston Marshall: Wh—was that actual commentary?
Jaymie Boone: Just doing my job, Preston. It’d be nice if you followed suit.
{Diamond gets to his feet a microsecond before Ace, whipping him into the corner and following him in with a brutal shoulder to the gut. He hits a few more before trying to set Ace up on the top turnbuckle. Conway squirms, firing a few punches at Diamond to attempt to block his efforts. Rob, exasperated, socks Ace a good one and instead hooks his legs over the second rope. Diamond takes a few steps back, a manic glint in his eye, and races in to give Ace some Shattered Dreams! The former World Champion crumples to the mat, holding his tenders, as Diamond barks at him.}
Jaymie Boone: The last kind of Rob Diamond you want is an exasperated one, believe me. He can do some nasty things when he’s fed up.
Preston Marshall: I’m amazed you could pronounce exasperated.
{Rob picks up Ace in a front facelock, dragging him over to his corner and tagging in Jacobsen. Andrew steps in and they haul Ace over for a double suplex! Andrew floats over into the cover! 1! 2! Ace kicks out again! Andrew hauls him up, booting him in the gut, and hits a crisp snap suplex. He pops his hips and rolls through, hitting a second. Andrew picks Ace back up and does a little Guerrero shimmy before going for the third, However, Ace hooks his leg and blocks it before delivering a knee to the gut. Ace , double underhooking him and bringing him up for a vicious backbreaker! Ace drops down and goes for a pin. 1…and Jacobsen kicks out just before the two.}
Preston Marshall: You can never underestimate a cerebral competitor like the Ace. The man can strike from anywhere and cripple you. Look at Venom.
Jaymie Boone: Can I look at Andrew instead? Mmm…
Preston Marshall: You’re a credit to your gender, Jaymie…
{Ace mouths off to Andrew as he stands him up, and Jacobsen suddenly comes to life, rocking the Birmingham native with a stiff elbow shot! He fires off another, and then another before doubling him over with a kneelift and powering him over with a gutwrench suplex! He goes for a cover! 1! 2! Ace kicks out! Andrew looks back and hits the ropes, coming off with a nice dropkick to the face! Ace clutches his nose and staggers to his feet. Andrew’s waiting, grabbing Ace’s arm and Irish whipping him into the ropes. Jacobsen catches him on the rebound with a flapjack, drilling him with the Gordie Howe Special! He goes for the pin! 1! 2! And a near-fall!}
Preston Marshall: Quite the flurry of offense from Jacobsen there. He really seems to be out to make Ace pay for saying he can’t stand on his own, eh Jaymie?
Jaymie Boone: …
Preston Marshall: Jaymie?
Jaymie Boone: What? I was staring at Andrew. Can you blame me? Sexiest Man Alive in there!
Preston Marshall: So much for that credit I was going to give you.
{Andrew gets to his feet and Ace goes for a rear waistlock. Andrew counters, grabbing his arm and twisting it into a wristlock. Ace reverses, pulling him in for a side headlock and squeezing the hold. Andrew tries to squirm out of the hold, backing into the ropes. As he does so, Rob tags himself in. Ace hits Andrew with a modified bulldog to squelch his attempts at escape, but when he tries to cover, Lei has to tell him Jacobsen isn’t the legal man anymore. Ace looks up at him in disbelief, only for Diamond to interrupt with a dropkick to the back!}
Preston Marshall: Little less jawing and a little more action would probably do Ace some good.
Jaymie Boone: Verona hasn’t been tagged in all match! I want me some Robbie V!
{As if he hears her pleas, Ace tries to get to the corner and tag in Verona. Rob cuts him off with a huge Fist Full O’ Democracy, however, and Irish whips him into the corner, where he buckles against the turnbuckle! He looks to the crowd, snapping off a crotch chop at Ace and charging him to nail a huge bronco buster as he bellows “SUCK IIIIT!” at the top of his lungs. Diamond grabs Ace and throws him into Verona’s corner, gesturing for the tag. Roberto claps Ace on the shoulder, and Diamond nods with his familiar grin.}
Preston Marshall: And here comes the always controversial National Champion, Roberto Verona!
Jaymie Boone: WOO! HOTNESS IS IN THE HOUSE!
{Diamond moves towards Verona, but immediately tries for another Fist Full O’ Democracy. Roberto ducks it, catching him in the jaw when he turns with a vicious Silencer superkick! The crowd boos him, which he shrugs off at first, but moments afterward they begin a familiar chant.}
Crowd: WHERE’S MY PI-ZZA? *clap clap clapclapclap* WHERE’S MY PI-ZZA? *clap clap clapclapclap*
WHERE’S MY PI-ZZA? *clap clap clapclapclap*
Preston Marshall: Nothing like the fans to rile up a less than 100% American competitor such as Roberto Verona.
Jaymie Boone: Those bastards! I want pizza now!
{Verona shakes his head, backing up and hitting a knee drop to the skull of the former World Champion. He jaws at the fans, waiting for Diamond to get up before practically decapitating him with the Madame Guillotine lariat! Verona with the cover! 1! 2! And a kickout! Roberto smirks, pulling Diamond up and looking for the Brainwasher DDT. Diamond fires off a few elbows to the gut, struggling and getting free. He hammers at Verona, pulling him in and launching him with a tremendous belly-to-belly suplex. Diamond backs up, taunting Verona, and goes for the Atomic Leg Drop, only for Verona to roll out of the way!}
Jaymie Boone: Shades of Jim Hellwig there from Verona, getting out of town when Rob went for that leg drop.
Preston Marshall: …who?
Jaymie Boone: Do your research.
{Diamond gets to his feet, holding his tailbone, only for Verona to charge and catch him with a sickening Requiescat in Pace facebreaker! Rob falls to the mat, twitching, and Verona laughs, the boos of the crowd washing over him. He pulls up a groggy Diamond, muscling him onto his shoulders and spreading his arms wide for the Fallen Idol crucifix powerbomb. He parades Diamond around the ring, shouting at the fans “THIS IS YOUR IDOL! WATCH! HIM! FALL!” As he goes to power him down, however, Rob manages to get enough life in himself to buck off of Roberto’s shoulders! Verona, startled, turns around into a DIAMOND CUTTER! Both men are down!}
Preston Marshall: OH! Beautiful counter there by Diamond! Now the question is who’ll be able to make the tag first?
{Johnnie Lei begins to count as both men are on the mat, twitching. 1…2…Rob rolls onto his stomach as Verona tries to get a knee under himself. 3…4…Rob manages to elbow his way towards the corner, groaning in pain. 5…6…Verona forces himself to a knee as Diamond gets a surge of strength and leaps into his corner, tagging in Andrew! Roberto hears the tag and jumps towards his corner, only for the Ace to drop down off the apron and step back, hands up and an evil grin on his face.}
Preston Marshall: WHAT?! Ace is abandoning his tag partner!
Jaymie Boone: Verona shouldn’t have talked about making Ace pay. He should have seen this one coming, frankly.
{Verona wearily stands, turning around into the FLASHFREEZE! Jacobsen levels Verona with his signature 540 kick, going for the cover while he shoots a dirty glare at Ace! 1! 2! 3!}
Amber Ashe: Here are your winners, the nCw Tag Team Champions, INfamous!
Preston Marshall: INfamous picks up the win, but give the assist to the Ace ther—what’s he doing under the ring?!
{Ace is indeed digging under the ring apron, looking for something as INfamous clears the ring and walks away with their title belts. He comes back out with a familiar gleaming metal object. Ace grins diabolically as he slides into the ring, expanding the roulette rake and bringing it crashing down upon a prone Verona’s back. Ace taunts Verona, who buckles and tries to roll away from the assault. Roberto struggles to a knee, only to be put right back on the canvas with the FameAcer! The crowd rains hatred on Ace, who acknowledges it all with a cheeky grin and a wave. Ace pulls up Verona and hooks the rake around his arms and throat, looking to the crowd and mocking their boos.}
Preston Marshall: Oh God, if he hits the Russian Roulette with that roulette rake across Verona’s throat, we might not have a National Champion before the night’s done!
Jaymie Boone: First Venom and now Verona, The Ace is definitely trying to blaze a bloody trail back into the spotlight.
{Ace turns Verona to each side of the ring, mocking Verona’s own presentation for the Fallen Idol. When he turns to face the ramp, however, he sees Andrew Jacobsen stampeding back down to the ring with a chair in hand. Ace quickly bails from the ring, Jacobsen menacing him with the chair as Ace circles around and backs up the ramp. Andrew collapses the rake, helping Verona stand as the EMTs rush the ring. Verona shoves Jacobsen away, only to collapse against the ropes as the medics arrive and help Verona up. Verona begrudgingly nods to Jacobsen, shrugging off the medics and limping to the back by himself, playing to the crowd some as he walks away.}
Jaymie Boone: An unlikely savior for Roberto there. Why would Jacobsen come back out and rescue him after he’d just wrestled a match with him? And with all the bad blood between them?
Preston Marshall: He’s a boy scout. He does the right thing, smart or not. Thank God he did, though. We’ll be right back, ladies and gentlemen.