Post by Board Admin on May 23, 2010 21:28:08 GMT
NWA New Blood Rising Promo
Venue - U.S. Airways In Phoenix Arizona
Theme - Show Me What You Got - Powerman 5000
Tag Line - Their Time Is Now!
DM had opened the show, hearing the roar of the crowd as there were a lot of questions that needed to be answered though it was noted that he was though holding the Women's Title within his palms, having an ominous look upon his face.
"Last night for the second time, the women's match was the best match we had on the card and Lita defended her title proudly, however after the match she was brutally attacked and suffered some injuries. The reports coming in are stating that she has suffered a broken larnyx which is....true. It is an unpopular decision, therefore I have to release the Women's Title from Lita until she can return."
The crowd would jeer in reaction to that, hating the idea of this chanting out 'bullshit' over and over again.
"I know, I don't like it all that much either, though my decisions stands, however, when Lita returns, she will automatically get her rematch against the defending champion in a match of her choosing. Which leaves us to the the second matter at hand. At New Blood Rising, we are going to hold a Multi Angel Elimination Scramble match with the winner being declared the new Women's Champion. Which brings us to our...final matter at hand. Seeing as how Vampriss literally and maliciously took Lita out will be punished. Therefore, until Lita gets back from the shelf, you are hereby, relinguished from any and all title matches until Lita comes back."
[Play Out]
Vampriss came out, not at all liking the idea of that as she looked pissed to say the least, but she didn't come alone, having the Flock in tow. They would enter the ring, literally surrounding DM using the numbers game. Roberts would have a mic in his palm, leaning over DM's shoulder.
"Hmm, so you're going to suspend our Princess from title matches huh? If you ask me, it sounds as if you're being a bit...malicious yourself."
DM would scratch his head a little bit, speaking up.
"You still work here?"
The crowd would enjoy a quick laugh at their expense.
"No but seriously Jake, but my answer is final. Vampriss maliciously attacked Lita and caused her bodily harm."
Raven would then quickly interject.
"Oh...so it's okay for Kane to attack Jeff Hardy and burn him after our match, get a title shot, interfere for a month, then get another title shot, it's okay for Kane to get special treatment, but when it's Vampriss, you get in a hissy fit about it. Tell me, you're afraid that the Flock is going to uprise and take over your 'perfect' promotion aren't you?"
DM would fix his shirt some, retorting back.
"You know Raven...you're right...I did allow Kane to get two title matches granted all the interferance, so I am willing to pardon Lea...however....I will be watching her like a hawk. She cheats one time in any of her matches, the deal is off."
Vampriss would smirk a little bit, fixing his shirt a little bit as they would start to pull away, leaving DM to actually think about what he had just set in stone, however the match was set.
Match One - Victoria, Vampriss, Natalya, Luna, Jazz and Melina in an Angel's Scramble Elimination Match for the NWA Women's Title.
Priceless had a massive win on their shoulder and their momentum was yet to cease nearly destroyed by Vader and Bambam but would retain the titles nonetheless. Priceless was in the locker room, relaxing a bit after another title defense against a local tag team when Ted Sr. would enter the room, tossing stuff aside and would grab his son, slamming him against the locker.
"Dad what the hell?"
"Where is it?"
"Where's what?"
"Don't play stupid with me," he would slap his son over the head "I know you have my Million Dollar Belt! Hand it over or I'll beat the ever loving shit out of you."
Rhodes would break the two of them up, telling him that they wouldn't even dream of taking the title, they were too busy defending the Tag Titles to even think about stealing that title. That only set DiBiase off more as he would slap Rhodes over the head, knocking him down and would pin him to a corner.
"You're whole dammed family is a bunch of common, petty bottom breeders anyway Rhodes. I made a living out of beating the crap out of your worthless father who should have spent his life cleaning the shit from my boots. I would suspect you more so Rhodes so I'd watch your step."
DiBiase Jr. would then break it up, breaking it down the best he could.
"Look dad, we have been way too busy defending the titles and that never crossed our minds. Hell you put this tag team together so why would we disrespect you that way? Honestly, we don't have it."
DiBiase would look at both of them, leaving the locker room to continue his search as Priceless just stood there a little bit, uneased about what just occured. However that would not stop them from coming down to the ring, they were a littel bit curious themselves as to whom the theif was, entering and would demand a mic.
"Alright, enough is enough, someone in the NWA is a thief and took my father's most prized possession, and that is, his Million Dollar Belt. Until that title turns up, myself and Cody, refuse to defend out tag titles."
[Play out BM]
BM would enter the ring and ask for a mic, receiving one from the stagehand.
"You're defending your belts."
"Excuse me, BM, but I believe you should watch your tongue, and remember who you're talking to. We are the longest reigning Tag Team Champs of any promotion. Open that mouth again, and you'll be sleeping on Dream Street."
"Shut up, Ted. Please, just shut up. I don't take threats lightly, and if you threaten me again, I'll-"
"You'll what? Fire us? Face it, we're untouchable. You wouldn't dare trade us to ANY other promotion, because you know we're the best tag team around."
"You're right, I won't fire you, or trade you. But, what I WILL do, if you decide to shoot your mouth off again is book you two in a match for your Tag Team titles, and the match will not end until a team defeats you for the belts. I have the authority to screw you out of the belts at any time I want, so YOU better watch your tongue, you arrogant, silver-spooned bastard."
Cody stepped in between the two of them, pushing Ted back some, trying to calm him down. He approached BM with a smile.
"I'm sorry BM, you've got to forgive him he's still a little hot over his dad's title being stolen." BM would nod with understanding, but reminded Cody that Ted still had no authority to talk to the Co-GM of NWA that way. "But lets get down to business, BM... we're not defending our belts until Mr. DiBiase gets his Million Dollar Belt back."
"You see Cody, I disagree with that. You may be the greatest tag team in any promotion right now, but you need to defend those titles in order to prove that. As a matter of fact, you didn't even defend those belts at SuperCard!"
"Defend the belts at SuperCard?? We weren't even INVITED to that god-forsaken, poorly-booked, overly-hyped show! 'Taker/Sting at the main event? Hah! They're washed up has-beens. WE'RE the future of the professional wresting industry, and if we were invited, we've have stolen the show, and we'd have beaten ANYONE in the main event of SuperCard. We're the greatest tag team in the history of this business, and there's not one team that's ever been made that can beat us."
"You're right Cody, there hasn't been a team that's defeated you. Every obstacle that's come your way, you guys have hurdled, and gotten away with the belts, whether you get your asses kicked or not. At the end of the day, you always walk away with the NWA Tag Team Titles, and I have to shake your hand for that."
BM and Cody would shake hands, as BM smiled.
"But, like I said... you're defending your belts."
Cody let go of BM's hand, smirking confidently. "You forgot to add one word to that sentence: Successfully defend our belts."
"Now, I wouldn't be so sure about that... because here are your opponents..."
BM backed away as Cody was turned around and hit... with a Diamond Cutter! DDP had quickly left the ring and flew over the barricade, running through the crowd. Ted DiBiase ran to Cody, and as he knelt down to check on him, someone leapt over him, snapping his neck back to the canvas! Mr. Perfect had entered the ring and proceeded to pick up Ted and hit a Perfect-Plex, as the crowd chanted "1-2-3!" Perfect left the ring and joined DDP in the crowd, as DDP had a mic.
"You say you guys are Priceless! You say that there's no limit to your potential! Well let me tell ya somethin', punks! Money has its flaws, and money has a limit. However, the only Perfect thing in existence is Diamond! And Diamonds are Forever! You're gonna go bankrupt! And just like the Diamond Cutter... you'll NEVER! SEE IT! COMING!"
Match Two - Priceless vs. Page/Perfect for the NWA World Tag Team Titles.
A video package showed the final end of the first ever Sinner's Pit match at Sin as the cage was raised up and bodies were everywhere. Muta had escourted himself out of the ring while Sting pulled himself up and pulled Hardy from the top rope, staring at him eye to eye, not backing down at all from the stare off as he would extend his palm out, shaking the hand of the reigning champion, giving the devil his due as if Sting was 'putting' Hardy over, letting him leave the ring. Sting would hear the crowd ovation as he would nod, picking up his ball bat from the ground and went to leave the ring as the big red monster Kane sat up. People were screaming at Sting to turn around as Kane would turn him around, jabbing at his throat. Sting would drop the bat getting knocked to the corner then kicked down for his efforts as Kane picked up the bat, mesmorized by it and would jab to Sting's ribs, cracking the bat over his spine and literally broke it in half. Sting would roll around in pain as Kane grabbed him by the throat, tossing him out of the ring and would proceed to punish him to the stage where he would chokeslam Sting off of the stage right to the floor, letting him lay in his wake and left.
On Nitro, Kane made an unscheduled appearance right in the middle of a match, literaly destroying everything in his path, a complete machine of destruction as he was obviously enraged about something, raising his arms up and dropped them to set the posts on fire when the lights went completely out. The fans would scream out as they would slowly pop on with Sting standing there in the middle of the ring. Kane would slowly turn his head as Sting would then push him with the ball bat. Kane would cock his head to the side as Sting would push him again though Kane grabbed it from his palm, smashing it over his knee.
Sting would then go eye to eye with Kane as neither of them would back down, Kane being the first to strike. They would exchange fists back and forth with Sting ducking a kick, dropping Kane with a shot to the knee, knocking him to the corner and would hit him with three big Stinger Splashes, watching him pull out and dropped him with a Scorpion Deathdrop. Sting would look down at him then exited the ring, making his point as he got half way up the ramp when Kane sat up and the stage would erupt with fire. Sting would slowly turn around and started to walk back towards the ring, sliding inside quickly under Kane's legs and would enstart another battle with Kane this time dropping Sting with a chokeslam square in the middle of the ring.
Kane would cut his throat slowly signaling he was going to end him, pulling him up by the hair and set him up for the Tombstone but Sting would kick and flail, sliding out and would drop Kane with yet another Scorpion Deathdrop though the Big Red Monster would sit up, both of them going nose to nose as the lights would flicker and fade once again with the posts exploding, though once they came back on, both Kane and Sting were gone from sight.
The next week on Nitro, DM thought it would be a great idea to have an NWA dream match where he pitted Sting against Vader in competition. Both of them would have a match for the ages until it was interupted by...Kane whom came down to the ring. Vader however, wasn't going to take too kindly to Kane interfereing in his match, going nose to nose with him. Kane would strike Vader and Vader would strike back. Both of them would brawl with Kane being the victor in the end by clotheslining Vader out of the ring. Kane would whip his head back, turning around as Sting would then drop him with a Flatliner, rising up and would wait for the Scorpion Death Drop though Kane would counter out of it, pulling Sting up and would chokeslam him to the floor as Vader caught him but fell below.
Kane was dominate that round, leaving the ring with a trail of fire following after him slowly up the ramp though. Later on in the night, there was a bit of commotion in the back as Sting was able to find Kane as they were literally brawling in the back as security and refs were trying to break it up, being mere pawns in their path. Kane would end up tossing Sting hard into a door, literally breaking it off of the hinges and went after him though Sting fought back, hitting him over the head with a steel chair as the rivalry was starting to get more and more intense as it finally calmed down when the rest of the Horsemen came to Sting's aid, pulling him away from the big Monster, trying to cool him off as Kane would whip his head back, fixing his gloved palm.
On the next week of Nitro, there was an altercation between the Four Horsemen and Planet Jarrett which would result in an all out brawl to which DM booked a match, Jarrett however complained that it would be four on three to which DM responded "Then you shouldn't have started trouble." Both factions would enlist in battle, a complete fight to say the least until Sting was in the middle of the ring, ready to drop Jarrett down when the lights went out and Kane began to make his way down. Sting would literally toss Jarrett aside as Kane made his way into the ring as they would start to fight. Sting completely abandoning his team to go after Kane as the legal man being McIntyre would boot Flair over the head, getting the cover and the victory, scoring one for Planet Jarrett.
In the back, Sting and Kane would continue to do battle backstage as security would break it up and DM had to get involved, yelling out.
"Alright you two that's enough. It's obvious you two want to go at it, settle it at New Blood Rising, but if either of you touch each other until then, you're both suspended, now get the hell out of here."
Security would pull Sting out of there as he would call him on, Kane turning his head, grabbing DM by the throat and slammed him against the wall, leaning over over him, speaking through his mask in a deep evil voice.
"Don't....fuck....with....me"
He then let him go, dropping him down and walked away as DM was coughing for his life, not knowing..what kind of monster he had on his hands.
Match Three - Sting vs. Kane.
The Horsemen were having a hard time, with Sting going after Kane and the loss against Planet Jarrett, Flair needed a victory on his shoulders, especially after the loss at the hands of Misawa. Flair would march his troops to the Nitrozone ring, calling out Planet Jarrett to a rematch. Jarrett was more than happy to obligue as the fight was on, complete gang warfare as the refs were able to get it under control and get a match started.
Flair was as dirty as ever fighting Jarrett tooth and nail while Haas had a wrestling game against Malenko and McInytre tested his toughness against Benoit. It wouldn't take long for the Horsemen to gain control of the match as yet another brawl ensued though Flair had Jarrett down, doing a little dance and would lock him in the figure four while the ref was trying to regain control on the outside. Flair would curse at him, telling him to tap out or he'd breaking his 'freakin' leg', screaming at him when he was blasted over the head with Jarrett's guitar from..Billy Kidman.
Kidman quickly fled the ring, ducking a bit as Jarrett would then drop Flair with a DDT, covering him for three though the beating wouldn't stop there as Kidman pulled a chair in the ring, hitting at Flair, Benoit and Malenko as they tried to get back into the ring to help their leader. Kidman was the forth member of Planet Jarrett, obviously being traded around only pissed him off as Jarrett understood that part of him, telling him to finish Flair off as they would hold him up, a blood Flair just dangling in their arms as Kidman held the chair, ready to hit the final blow.
[Play Out]
It was Arn fucking Anderson as he would storm into the ring. Planet Jarrett would attack though Anderson came armed with his trusty tire iron, hitting each of them in the knees then would hit each member with a spine buster right from hell. Arn evened the odds up but the fight would continue on in and out of the ring as both factions were engaged in a war as security and refs flew to the ring to try and get control as the fight would eventually be broken up.
The next week on Nitro, before the show could even start there was a full on war backstage that would spill into the crowd, into the ring, in the parking lot, it nearly went across the street even as the Horsemen and Planet Jarrett were in full combat. It was apparent that both sides hated each other and after a half hour of tv time, finally order was restored and both factions were banned from the arena to cool off.
The final week on Nitro, the Horsemen were in tow and standing in the ring, Flair looking like a crazied war veteran.
"You know, when I said I was bringing back the Horsemen, I meant it! Jarrett, I thought this war between you and me was over, we started it at Spring Stampede last year and yet, I kicked your ass THREE TIMES and you want more of the Natch? Fine, you want a full blown war with the Horsemen? You got it! If you've got the balls to step into this ring it'll be us in one corner and you and your band of jackasses in the other and we'll fight to see who the real leaders of this organization is!"
Jarrett was more than happy to obligue, saying he already got permission from the general managers to have an eight man tag match at New Blood rising, smirking as Flair was ready to fight right there and then however the match was on.
Match Four - The Four Horsemen vs. Planet Jarrett.
Over the course of the three weeks leading up to New Blood Rising, a lot of NWA talent had been showcased on the Saturday shows and on Nitro to help promote even more of the ever growing stars that they had. Yoshi Tatzu defeated Chris Sabin, Hakushi defeated Charlie Haas, Steamboat had a twenty minute bout against Benoit and won via countout, Natalya and Victoria woudl team up and square off against Vampriss and Jazz, ending in a draw, Goldberg smashing Raven down, Bambam trying his luck with Misawa but fell short and lastly The Great Muta had a special invitational fight against Eddie Guerrero, defeating him. However there was one man whom had been lighting up the road and getting successful wins over The Hurricane, Burchill and even scoring a win on Bambam himself. He took pride that he was perhaps the next in line for a title shot though of course no one would acknowledge that, deciding to make his presence known.
[Play Out]
Morrison stood in the ring, taking just a moment before he woudl smirk, keeping the shades upon his eyes and rose his arm up holding a mic, slowly pulling it down.
"Good evening everyone, you are now, being graced by the guru of greatness, the shamen of sexy, the aura of awesome, the epitome of epic, 245 lbs of twisted and carved steel, the real deal of sexy appeal, John Morrison! And over the last few weeks I have done nothing but win matches left and right, though of course, NWA finds themselves in the unique position to almost forgetting about me, leaving a rising star, the Phoenix of this company, with nothing to do other than to stand here before you without a match, and that, is against the Holy Law that is John Morrison. Therefore, by the powers vested in me, and believe me I do, I am challenging anyone in the back whom thinks they have the talent or the skill neccessary to try their luck at the Prince Of Passion-"
[Play Out]
Rick Rude would slowly come down to the ring with his typical lips in a smirk as he woudl step inside the ring, looking at Morrison from a distance, taking a mic from a ring hand.
"What I'd like to have right now, is for this imposter to keep the noise down while these ladies get a sexual feast of what a real sex icon is supposed to look like."
Rude would hear the mixed crowds reactions as he continued to speak.
"You know, being a former United States Champion, I was in the back and I heard about this new young buck entering our locker room whom considered himself a sex god, however there should have been a news flash because a remake is never as good as the original," Rude of course calling Morrison the remake as Morrsion fought back.
"Ah Rude, I knew eventually it would have to come down to this, I mean no wonder you're jealous of what you see before you, you may have been a sex god in the 1820's but this is 2010, a new millenium, a time for John Morrison to shine, out with the old and in with the new."
"If by new you mean someone whom promotes himself longer than the Lord of the Rings movies then yes I guess you are quite new, the sad thing is, you have more nicknames than you do titles...so why not step aside and let the real ladies man show you a thing or two about how to be a god in this ring."
Morrison would then toss his shades then tossed his robe off as Rude would do the same, again, getting a loud yet mixed, fan reaction as they would stare each other down. Each of them would then start to work the crowd, at least the female side of the crowd as they would do signature poses, flexes, hair flips even, entering a small contest on whom could out last the other as it seemed to end in a draw, though Morrison broke the silence.
"Well this isn't getting us anywhere, but I'll tell you what. You think you still have what it takes old man, why don't we settle this fued at New Blood Rising, that way I can prove to the world that your time has come and mine is just beginning."
Rude woudl smirk at him.
"You're on boy."
Match 5 - Rick Rude vs. John Morrison
[Play Out]
Evan Bourne made a surprise entry into the ring, hearing the fans pop out for him as he would slide inside the ring holding his title proud. He would take a moment to let it sink in as he would speak out.
"Tonight, marks out something rather historic. There was one thing I wanted to do here in the NWA and that was be 'the guy' in the business, and I think I have achieved that, though it wasn't easy. Last night at Sin, I was successful at defending my title once again, thus, ending my 9th month as Cruiserweight Champion. The only other champion to reign that long....was former World Champion, John Cena. Tonight, I stand before you, Reigning Cruiserweight Champion....for ten....straight...months."
The fans would erupt as their longest reigning champion was the one Evan Air Bourne destroying the record holder of John Cena's World Title Reign though Bourne was not finished.
"I know..it's still early in the month and I don't want to jinx myself, but the next event is New Blood Rising...and should I walk out with this title...that wil make it....11 months. The Pay Per View right after that, will be the pay per view where I won it, The Great American Bash, where I will have held this title, should I walk out with it, for a full year. Now no matter what anyone says...that's...impressive."
[Play out]
CM Punk slowly began to make his way towards the ring, though he was politely clapping for Evan Bourne as he would enter the ring, Bourne having a look on his face as if to go 'now what?' Punk would have a mic in hand and spoke up.
"Bourne, this comes, from the bottom of my heart...congradulations man. In all seriousness, you have been NWA's most dominat champion, that is more than impressive, that's exceptional. Bourne I have no choice but to stick my hand out...and shake the hand of perhaps, the better man."
Bourne was a bit, unsure about this but would extend his palm, shaking Punk's hand as Punk nodded, pulling away and continued.
"But now...for the matter at hand. You see, right now, you and I are both one in the same, defending, reigning champions and the skies the limit for both of us Bourne, and that's why I came out here tonight. You see Evan, there was a goal I had month ago, once I acquired this U.S. Title, I was on a personal quest and I mentioned it a few times before Starrcade even, and that was to be World Heavyweight Champion. Right now, my mission is to be the first Double Champion here in the NWA and the only one stopping me....is you."
Bourne somewhat knew now what he was getting at as he went nose to nose with Punk. This whole time, Punk was pushing him, testing him it seemed to get to this point as Bourne spoke up.
"So you're saying you want to finally challenge me and find out just how good I really am is that it Punk?"
"Oh far from that Bourne. I'm in a class in and of itself on my own, hense why tonight I am going to make a statement and say that."
Bourne cut him off in his tracks.
"Oh no you don't Punk, not tonight. Tonight is my night and you will not step over me and I think I have earned my way to the top of the mountain and I deserve-"
"Look I work just as hard if not harder than anyone else in this business just as much Bourne, and last year at New Blood Rising, I was screwed out of the World Heavyweight Championship, this year, I am not going to let that happen again. Last year I pinned John Cena's shoulders to the mat and beat him clean, but because of some politicing Cena used his rematch right there and then and stole the title back for himself. This year, the cards are already set, I already have the U.S. Title, the time, is now."
Bourne went nose to nose with him as Punk was still sore about losing the title to Cena the very same night he won it. Punk had the U.S. Title and wanted to avenge his embarrassment from last year. Bourne was about to speak up against him-
[Play out]
Jeff Hardy, limping down the aisle but held his title proudly over his shoulder would slide into the ring, wincing quite a bit as he took the mic from a ring hand.
"Okay boys, before you both make your claim to what doesn't even belong to you, let me say this. I may not have had the longest title reign and I know some of the fans out there aren't fans of me...but I have busted my ASS keeping this title. I went through hell to get it and had to come back twice just to keep it. My body aches, the pain I am going through right now is undescribeable and yet both of you stand there and make a claim you're either better than the other or better yet me. If anything, I think I EARNED my World Title. You two want to sit there and bitch and moan and waste our time go for it, but instead of beating around the bush about it, just come out and say it, you both want my World Title. You want it...come and get it."
Hardy would stare down both of them, it was easy to tell he was in agony from the prison cell match but he didn't care, getting tired of being scored as an 'undercard' in their eyes. He dethroned John Cena and all they could do was compare apples to oranges. Punk would then retort back.
"Alright, so with that in mind Jeff, let me be the first to say that at New Blood Rising it'll be you against me-"
"No Jeff, as good as Punk is, I think you and I can have a match that would shatter your Starrcade match hands down, make my title reign worth my while."
"Bourne, no one would pay to see a Cruiserweight in the main event for the world title, it only makes sense that Jeff and I have our match-"
Boune would then push Punk hard to the ropes, yelling at him.
"I'm a dammed wrestler! It doesn't matter if you're a Cruiserweight, middleweight, heavyweight or what, World Champion means that you are the BEST in this business and if we're compairing apples to oranges, I've been a champion longer than either of you, I have busted my ass giving these fans A+ Matches night in and night out. Don't you dare insult me again Punk or I'll drop you faster than Cena did."
Punk now got right up in his face, not at all liking the lip that he was getting from Bourne as Hardy would break it up.
"Alright hold on boys. I just figured out the solution to this whole fiasco. How about, you boys give me some time to heal up from my match, just in time for New Blood Rising and I face.....both of you for my World Heavyweight Title. But mark my words, if you two fail at acquiring my title, that was your only chance. If you want another shot at this title, you're going to have to earn it. So if I were both of you..I'd step up my game and bring whatever you had, because this is your only shot."
Both of them would look at their titles. Punk, whom last year was screwed out of the title reign, finally had a chance to be a double champion while Bourne, the longest reigning champion, had the chance to climb the top of the mountain and finally prove he was more than a 'cruiserweight.' Punk and Bourne were about to make their answers known when-
[Play out DM]
"Whoa, whoa.....whoa. First off Jeff, I know you're in complete agony so you will be given the next few weeks off to heal, second of all, you do not make any decisions here in the NWA...that's my job. This match that you just suggested....will not happen."
The fans were booing him out of the building with that one as DM spoke up.
"No...listen to me, should Hardy defend his title sucessfullly, it proves, virtually...nothing other than that he is a great World Champion, but the stakes, aren't high enough. Bourne...Punk..for nearly five months now you two have been at each other like two dogs over a bone, now, it's time to prove it. Whom truely is the better champion in that ring? Here at the NWA, we are revolutionary, innovative, and above all we take pride in what we are. So for the first time ever in wrestling history, Evan Bourne.......CM Punk.....and Jeff Hardy will face each other in a triple threat match....and all three titles....are on the line. That's right boys, all three of your titles will be on the line, whomever scores the first pinfall or submission.....wins the match...and that person's respective title. Punk, you need to redeem yourself from last year, Bourne, you need to prove everyone wrong, and Jeff....it's time to show the world what you....can do. Good luck...to all three of you."
Main Event Match - C.M. Punk vs. Evan Bourne vs. Jeff Hardy - NWA United States/Cruiserweight/World Title.
And just who will win the first ever Tri Title Challenge? Will it be the Hardcore Straight Edge U.S. Champion CM Punk, The Lord of the Skies Cruiserweight Champion Evan Bourne or will it be the Charismatic Enigma World Heavyweight Champion Jeff Hardy? This question and many others will be answered at New Blood Rising which you can catch live, only...On Pay Per View!
Venue - U.S. Airways In Phoenix Arizona
Theme - Show Me What You Got - Powerman 5000
Tag Line - Their Time Is Now!
DM had opened the show, hearing the roar of the crowd as there were a lot of questions that needed to be answered though it was noted that he was though holding the Women's Title within his palms, having an ominous look upon his face.
"Last night for the second time, the women's match was the best match we had on the card and Lita defended her title proudly, however after the match she was brutally attacked and suffered some injuries. The reports coming in are stating that she has suffered a broken larnyx which is....true. It is an unpopular decision, therefore I have to release the Women's Title from Lita until she can return."
The crowd would jeer in reaction to that, hating the idea of this chanting out 'bullshit' over and over again.
"I know, I don't like it all that much either, though my decisions stands, however, when Lita returns, she will automatically get her rematch against the defending champion in a match of her choosing. Which leaves us to the the second matter at hand. At New Blood Rising, we are going to hold a Multi Angel Elimination Scramble match with the winner being declared the new Women's Champion. Which brings us to our...final matter at hand. Seeing as how Vampriss literally and maliciously took Lita out will be punished. Therefore, until Lita gets back from the shelf, you are hereby, relinguished from any and all title matches until Lita comes back."
[Play Out]
Vampriss came out, not at all liking the idea of that as she looked pissed to say the least, but she didn't come alone, having the Flock in tow. They would enter the ring, literally surrounding DM using the numbers game. Roberts would have a mic in his palm, leaning over DM's shoulder.
"Hmm, so you're going to suspend our Princess from title matches huh? If you ask me, it sounds as if you're being a bit...malicious yourself."
DM would scratch his head a little bit, speaking up.
"You still work here?"
The crowd would enjoy a quick laugh at their expense.
"No but seriously Jake, but my answer is final. Vampriss maliciously attacked Lita and caused her bodily harm."
Raven would then quickly interject.
"Oh...so it's okay for Kane to attack Jeff Hardy and burn him after our match, get a title shot, interfere for a month, then get another title shot, it's okay for Kane to get special treatment, but when it's Vampriss, you get in a hissy fit about it. Tell me, you're afraid that the Flock is going to uprise and take over your 'perfect' promotion aren't you?"
DM would fix his shirt some, retorting back.
"You know Raven...you're right...I did allow Kane to get two title matches granted all the interferance, so I am willing to pardon Lea...however....I will be watching her like a hawk. She cheats one time in any of her matches, the deal is off."
Vampriss would smirk a little bit, fixing his shirt a little bit as they would start to pull away, leaving DM to actually think about what he had just set in stone, however the match was set.
Match One - Victoria, Vampriss, Natalya, Luna, Jazz and Melina in an Angel's Scramble Elimination Match for the NWA Women's Title.
Priceless had a massive win on their shoulder and their momentum was yet to cease nearly destroyed by Vader and Bambam but would retain the titles nonetheless. Priceless was in the locker room, relaxing a bit after another title defense against a local tag team when Ted Sr. would enter the room, tossing stuff aside and would grab his son, slamming him against the locker.
"Dad what the hell?"
"Where is it?"
"Where's what?"
"Don't play stupid with me," he would slap his son over the head "I know you have my Million Dollar Belt! Hand it over or I'll beat the ever loving shit out of you."
Rhodes would break the two of them up, telling him that they wouldn't even dream of taking the title, they were too busy defending the Tag Titles to even think about stealing that title. That only set DiBiase off more as he would slap Rhodes over the head, knocking him down and would pin him to a corner.
"You're whole dammed family is a bunch of common, petty bottom breeders anyway Rhodes. I made a living out of beating the crap out of your worthless father who should have spent his life cleaning the shit from my boots. I would suspect you more so Rhodes so I'd watch your step."
DiBiase Jr. would then break it up, breaking it down the best he could.
"Look dad, we have been way too busy defending the titles and that never crossed our minds. Hell you put this tag team together so why would we disrespect you that way? Honestly, we don't have it."
DiBiase would look at both of them, leaving the locker room to continue his search as Priceless just stood there a little bit, uneased about what just occured. However that would not stop them from coming down to the ring, they were a littel bit curious themselves as to whom the theif was, entering and would demand a mic.
"Alright, enough is enough, someone in the NWA is a thief and took my father's most prized possession, and that is, his Million Dollar Belt. Until that title turns up, myself and Cody, refuse to defend out tag titles."
[Play out BM]
BM would enter the ring and ask for a mic, receiving one from the stagehand.
"You're defending your belts."
"Excuse me, BM, but I believe you should watch your tongue, and remember who you're talking to. We are the longest reigning Tag Team Champs of any promotion. Open that mouth again, and you'll be sleeping on Dream Street."
"Shut up, Ted. Please, just shut up. I don't take threats lightly, and if you threaten me again, I'll-"
"You'll what? Fire us? Face it, we're untouchable. You wouldn't dare trade us to ANY other promotion, because you know we're the best tag team around."
"You're right, I won't fire you, or trade you. But, what I WILL do, if you decide to shoot your mouth off again is book you two in a match for your Tag Team titles, and the match will not end until a team defeats you for the belts. I have the authority to screw you out of the belts at any time I want, so YOU better watch your tongue, you arrogant, silver-spooned bastard."
Cody stepped in between the two of them, pushing Ted back some, trying to calm him down. He approached BM with a smile.
"I'm sorry BM, you've got to forgive him he's still a little hot over his dad's title being stolen." BM would nod with understanding, but reminded Cody that Ted still had no authority to talk to the Co-GM of NWA that way. "But lets get down to business, BM... we're not defending our belts until Mr. DiBiase gets his Million Dollar Belt back."
"You see Cody, I disagree with that. You may be the greatest tag team in any promotion right now, but you need to defend those titles in order to prove that. As a matter of fact, you didn't even defend those belts at SuperCard!"
"Defend the belts at SuperCard?? We weren't even INVITED to that god-forsaken, poorly-booked, overly-hyped show! 'Taker/Sting at the main event? Hah! They're washed up has-beens. WE'RE the future of the professional wresting industry, and if we were invited, we've have stolen the show, and we'd have beaten ANYONE in the main event of SuperCard. We're the greatest tag team in the history of this business, and there's not one team that's ever been made that can beat us."
"You're right Cody, there hasn't been a team that's defeated you. Every obstacle that's come your way, you guys have hurdled, and gotten away with the belts, whether you get your asses kicked or not. At the end of the day, you always walk away with the NWA Tag Team Titles, and I have to shake your hand for that."
BM and Cody would shake hands, as BM smiled.
"But, like I said... you're defending your belts."
Cody let go of BM's hand, smirking confidently. "You forgot to add one word to that sentence: Successfully defend our belts."
"Now, I wouldn't be so sure about that... because here are your opponents..."
BM backed away as Cody was turned around and hit... with a Diamond Cutter! DDP had quickly left the ring and flew over the barricade, running through the crowd. Ted DiBiase ran to Cody, and as he knelt down to check on him, someone leapt over him, snapping his neck back to the canvas! Mr. Perfect had entered the ring and proceeded to pick up Ted and hit a Perfect-Plex, as the crowd chanted "1-2-3!" Perfect left the ring and joined DDP in the crowd, as DDP had a mic.
"You say you guys are Priceless! You say that there's no limit to your potential! Well let me tell ya somethin', punks! Money has its flaws, and money has a limit. However, the only Perfect thing in existence is Diamond! And Diamonds are Forever! You're gonna go bankrupt! And just like the Diamond Cutter... you'll NEVER! SEE IT! COMING!"
Match Two - Priceless vs. Page/Perfect for the NWA World Tag Team Titles.
A video package showed the final end of the first ever Sinner's Pit match at Sin as the cage was raised up and bodies were everywhere. Muta had escourted himself out of the ring while Sting pulled himself up and pulled Hardy from the top rope, staring at him eye to eye, not backing down at all from the stare off as he would extend his palm out, shaking the hand of the reigning champion, giving the devil his due as if Sting was 'putting' Hardy over, letting him leave the ring. Sting would hear the crowd ovation as he would nod, picking up his ball bat from the ground and went to leave the ring as the big red monster Kane sat up. People were screaming at Sting to turn around as Kane would turn him around, jabbing at his throat. Sting would drop the bat getting knocked to the corner then kicked down for his efforts as Kane picked up the bat, mesmorized by it and would jab to Sting's ribs, cracking the bat over his spine and literally broke it in half. Sting would roll around in pain as Kane grabbed him by the throat, tossing him out of the ring and would proceed to punish him to the stage where he would chokeslam Sting off of the stage right to the floor, letting him lay in his wake and left.
On Nitro, Kane made an unscheduled appearance right in the middle of a match, literaly destroying everything in his path, a complete machine of destruction as he was obviously enraged about something, raising his arms up and dropped them to set the posts on fire when the lights went completely out. The fans would scream out as they would slowly pop on with Sting standing there in the middle of the ring. Kane would slowly turn his head as Sting would then push him with the ball bat. Kane would cock his head to the side as Sting would push him again though Kane grabbed it from his palm, smashing it over his knee.
Sting would then go eye to eye with Kane as neither of them would back down, Kane being the first to strike. They would exchange fists back and forth with Sting ducking a kick, dropping Kane with a shot to the knee, knocking him to the corner and would hit him with three big Stinger Splashes, watching him pull out and dropped him with a Scorpion Deathdrop. Sting would look down at him then exited the ring, making his point as he got half way up the ramp when Kane sat up and the stage would erupt with fire. Sting would slowly turn around and started to walk back towards the ring, sliding inside quickly under Kane's legs and would enstart another battle with Kane this time dropping Sting with a chokeslam square in the middle of the ring.
Kane would cut his throat slowly signaling he was going to end him, pulling him up by the hair and set him up for the Tombstone but Sting would kick and flail, sliding out and would drop Kane with yet another Scorpion Deathdrop though the Big Red Monster would sit up, both of them going nose to nose as the lights would flicker and fade once again with the posts exploding, though once they came back on, both Kane and Sting were gone from sight.
The next week on Nitro, DM thought it would be a great idea to have an NWA dream match where he pitted Sting against Vader in competition. Both of them would have a match for the ages until it was interupted by...Kane whom came down to the ring. Vader however, wasn't going to take too kindly to Kane interfereing in his match, going nose to nose with him. Kane would strike Vader and Vader would strike back. Both of them would brawl with Kane being the victor in the end by clotheslining Vader out of the ring. Kane would whip his head back, turning around as Sting would then drop him with a Flatliner, rising up and would wait for the Scorpion Death Drop though Kane would counter out of it, pulling Sting up and would chokeslam him to the floor as Vader caught him but fell below.
Kane was dominate that round, leaving the ring with a trail of fire following after him slowly up the ramp though. Later on in the night, there was a bit of commotion in the back as Sting was able to find Kane as they were literally brawling in the back as security and refs were trying to break it up, being mere pawns in their path. Kane would end up tossing Sting hard into a door, literally breaking it off of the hinges and went after him though Sting fought back, hitting him over the head with a steel chair as the rivalry was starting to get more and more intense as it finally calmed down when the rest of the Horsemen came to Sting's aid, pulling him away from the big Monster, trying to cool him off as Kane would whip his head back, fixing his gloved palm.
On the next week of Nitro, there was an altercation between the Four Horsemen and Planet Jarrett which would result in an all out brawl to which DM booked a match, Jarrett however complained that it would be four on three to which DM responded "Then you shouldn't have started trouble." Both factions would enlist in battle, a complete fight to say the least until Sting was in the middle of the ring, ready to drop Jarrett down when the lights went out and Kane began to make his way down. Sting would literally toss Jarrett aside as Kane made his way into the ring as they would start to fight. Sting completely abandoning his team to go after Kane as the legal man being McIntyre would boot Flair over the head, getting the cover and the victory, scoring one for Planet Jarrett.
In the back, Sting and Kane would continue to do battle backstage as security would break it up and DM had to get involved, yelling out.
"Alright you two that's enough. It's obvious you two want to go at it, settle it at New Blood Rising, but if either of you touch each other until then, you're both suspended, now get the hell out of here."
Security would pull Sting out of there as he would call him on, Kane turning his head, grabbing DM by the throat and slammed him against the wall, leaning over over him, speaking through his mask in a deep evil voice.
"Don't....fuck....with....me"
He then let him go, dropping him down and walked away as DM was coughing for his life, not knowing..what kind of monster he had on his hands.
Match Three - Sting vs. Kane.
The Horsemen were having a hard time, with Sting going after Kane and the loss against Planet Jarrett, Flair needed a victory on his shoulders, especially after the loss at the hands of Misawa. Flair would march his troops to the Nitrozone ring, calling out Planet Jarrett to a rematch. Jarrett was more than happy to obligue as the fight was on, complete gang warfare as the refs were able to get it under control and get a match started.
Flair was as dirty as ever fighting Jarrett tooth and nail while Haas had a wrestling game against Malenko and McInytre tested his toughness against Benoit. It wouldn't take long for the Horsemen to gain control of the match as yet another brawl ensued though Flair had Jarrett down, doing a little dance and would lock him in the figure four while the ref was trying to regain control on the outside. Flair would curse at him, telling him to tap out or he'd breaking his 'freakin' leg', screaming at him when he was blasted over the head with Jarrett's guitar from..Billy Kidman.
Kidman quickly fled the ring, ducking a bit as Jarrett would then drop Flair with a DDT, covering him for three though the beating wouldn't stop there as Kidman pulled a chair in the ring, hitting at Flair, Benoit and Malenko as they tried to get back into the ring to help their leader. Kidman was the forth member of Planet Jarrett, obviously being traded around only pissed him off as Jarrett understood that part of him, telling him to finish Flair off as they would hold him up, a blood Flair just dangling in their arms as Kidman held the chair, ready to hit the final blow.
[Play Out]
It was Arn fucking Anderson as he would storm into the ring. Planet Jarrett would attack though Anderson came armed with his trusty tire iron, hitting each of them in the knees then would hit each member with a spine buster right from hell. Arn evened the odds up but the fight would continue on in and out of the ring as both factions were engaged in a war as security and refs flew to the ring to try and get control as the fight would eventually be broken up.
The next week on Nitro, before the show could even start there was a full on war backstage that would spill into the crowd, into the ring, in the parking lot, it nearly went across the street even as the Horsemen and Planet Jarrett were in full combat. It was apparent that both sides hated each other and after a half hour of tv time, finally order was restored and both factions were banned from the arena to cool off.
The final week on Nitro, the Horsemen were in tow and standing in the ring, Flair looking like a crazied war veteran.
"You know, when I said I was bringing back the Horsemen, I meant it! Jarrett, I thought this war between you and me was over, we started it at Spring Stampede last year and yet, I kicked your ass THREE TIMES and you want more of the Natch? Fine, you want a full blown war with the Horsemen? You got it! If you've got the balls to step into this ring it'll be us in one corner and you and your band of jackasses in the other and we'll fight to see who the real leaders of this organization is!"
Jarrett was more than happy to obligue, saying he already got permission from the general managers to have an eight man tag match at New Blood rising, smirking as Flair was ready to fight right there and then however the match was on.
Match Four - The Four Horsemen vs. Planet Jarrett.
Over the course of the three weeks leading up to New Blood Rising, a lot of NWA talent had been showcased on the Saturday shows and on Nitro to help promote even more of the ever growing stars that they had. Yoshi Tatzu defeated Chris Sabin, Hakushi defeated Charlie Haas, Steamboat had a twenty minute bout against Benoit and won via countout, Natalya and Victoria woudl team up and square off against Vampriss and Jazz, ending in a draw, Goldberg smashing Raven down, Bambam trying his luck with Misawa but fell short and lastly The Great Muta had a special invitational fight against Eddie Guerrero, defeating him. However there was one man whom had been lighting up the road and getting successful wins over The Hurricane, Burchill and even scoring a win on Bambam himself. He took pride that he was perhaps the next in line for a title shot though of course no one would acknowledge that, deciding to make his presence known.
[Play Out]
Morrison stood in the ring, taking just a moment before he woudl smirk, keeping the shades upon his eyes and rose his arm up holding a mic, slowly pulling it down.
"Good evening everyone, you are now, being graced by the guru of greatness, the shamen of sexy, the aura of awesome, the epitome of epic, 245 lbs of twisted and carved steel, the real deal of sexy appeal, John Morrison! And over the last few weeks I have done nothing but win matches left and right, though of course, NWA finds themselves in the unique position to almost forgetting about me, leaving a rising star, the Phoenix of this company, with nothing to do other than to stand here before you without a match, and that, is against the Holy Law that is John Morrison. Therefore, by the powers vested in me, and believe me I do, I am challenging anyone in the back whom thinks they have the talent or the skill neccessary to try their luck at the Prince Of Passion-"
[Play Out]
Rick Rude would slowly come down to the ring with his typical lips in a smirk as he woudl step inside the ring, looking at Morrison from a distance, taking a mic from a ring hand.
"What I'd like to have right now, is for this imposter to keep the noise down while these ladies get a sexual feast of what a real sex icon is supposed to look like."
Rude would hear the mixed crowds reactions as he continued to speak.
"You know, being a former United States Champion, I was in the back and I heard about this new young buck entering our locker room whom considered himself a sex god, however there should have been a news flash because a remake is never as good as the original," Rude of course calling Morrison the remake as Morrsion fought back.
"Ah Rude, I knew eventually it would have to come down to this, I mean no wonder you're jealous of what you see before you, you may have been a sex god in the 1820's but this is 2010, a new millenium, a time for John Morrison to shine, out with the old and in with the new."
"If by new you mean someone whom promotes himself longer than the Lord of the Rings movies then yes I guess you are quite new, the sad thing is, you have more nicknames than you do titles...so why not step aside and let the real ladies man show you a thing or two about how to be a god in this ring."
Morrison would then toss his shades then tossed his robe off as Rude would do the same, again, getting a loud yet mixed, fan reaction as they would stare each other down. Each of them would then start to work the crowd, at least the female side of the crowd as they would do signature poses, flexes, hair flips even, entering a small contest on whom could out last the other as it seemed to end in a draw, though Morrison broke the silence.
"Well this isn't getting us anywhere, but I'll tell you what. You think you still have what it takes old man, why don't we settle this fued at New Blood Rising, that way I can prove to the world that your time has come and mine is just beginning."
Rude woudl smirk at him.
"You're on boy."
Match 5 - Rick Rude vs. John Morrison
[Play Out]
Evan Bourne made a surprise entry into the ring, hearing the fans pop out for him as he would slide inside the ring holding his title proud. He would take a moment to let it sink in as he would speak out.
"Tonight, marks out something rather historic. There was one thing I wanted to do here in the NWA and that was be 'the guy' in the business, and I think I have achieved that, though it wasn't easy. Last night at Sin, I was successful at defending my title once again, thus, ending my 9th month as Cruiserweight Champion. The only other champion to reign that long....was former World Champion, John Cena. Tonight, I stand before you, Reigning Cruiserweight Champion....for ten....straight...months."
The fans would erupt as their longest reigning champion was the one Evan Air Bourne destroying the record holder of John Cena's World Title Reign though Bourne was not finished.
"I know..it's still early in the month and I don't want to jinx myself, but the next event is New Blood Rising...and should I walk out with this title...that wil make it....11 months. The Pay Per View right after that, will be the pay per view where I won it, The Great American Bash, where I will have held this title, should I walk out with it, for a full year. Now no matter what anyone says...that's...impressive."
[Play out]
CM Punk slowly began to make his way towards the ring, though he was politely clapping for Evan Bourne as he would enter the ring, Bourne having a look on his face as if to go 'now what?' Punk would have a mic in hand and spoke up.
"Bourne, this comes, from the bottom of my heart...congradulations man. In all seriousness, you have been NWA's most dominat champion, that is more than impressive, that's exceptional. Bourne I have no choice but to stick my hand out...and shake the hand of perhaps, the better man."
Bourne was a bit, unsure about this but would extend his palm, shaking Punk's hand as Punk nodded, pulling away and continued.
"But now...for the matter at hand. You see, right now, you and I are both one in the same, defending, reigning champions and the skies the limit for both of us Bourne, and that's why I came out here tonight. You see Evan, there was a goal I had month ago, once I acquired this U.S. Title, I was on a personal quest and I mentioned it a few times before Starrcade even, and that was to be World Heavyweight Champion. Right now, my mission is to be the first Double Champion here in the NWA and the only one stopping me....is you."
Bourne somewhat knew now what he was getting at as he went nose to nose with Punk. This whole time, Punk was pushing him, testing him it seemed to get to this point as Bourne spoke up.
"So you're saying you want to finally challenge me and find out just how good I really am is that it Punk?"
"Oh far from that Bourne. I'm in a class in and of itself on my own, hense why tonight I am going to make a statement and say that."
Bourne cut him off in his tracks.
"Oh no you don't Punk, not tonight. Tonight is my night and you will not step over me and I think I have earned my way to the top of the mountain and I deserve-"
"Look I work just as hard if not harder than anyone else in this business just as much Bourne, and last year at New Blood Rising, I was screwed out of the World Heavyweight Championship, this year, I am not going to let that happen again. Last year I pinned John Cena's shoulders to the mat and beat him clean, but because of some politicing Cena used his rematch right there and then and stole the title back for himself. This year, the cards are already set, I already have the U.S. Title, the time, is now."
Bourne went nose to nose with him as Punk was still sore about losing the title to Cena the very same night he won it. Punk had the U.S. Title and wanted to avenge his embarrassment from last year. Bourne was about to speak up against him-
[Play out]
Jeff Hardy, limping down the aisle but held his title proudly over his shoulder would slide into the ring, wincing quite a bit as he took the mic from a ring hand.
"Okay boys, before you both make your claim to what doesn't even belong to you, let me say this. I may not have had the longest title reign and I know some of the fans out there aren't fans of me...but I have busted my ASS keeping this title. I went through hell to get it and had to come back twice just to keep it. My body aches, the pain I am going through right now is undescribeable and yet both of you stand there and make a claim you're either better than the other or better yet me. If anything, I think I EARNED my World Title. You two want to sit there and bitch and moan and waste our time go for it, but instead of beating around the bush about it, just come out and say it, you both want my World Title. You want it...come and get it."
Hardy would stare down both of them, it was easy to tell he was in agony from the prison cell match but he didn't care, getting tired of being scored as an 'undercard' in their eyes. He dethroned John Cena and all they could do was compare apples to oranges. Punk would then retort back.
"Alright, so with that in mind Jeff, let me be the first to say that at New Blood Rising it'll be you against me-"
"No Jeff, as good as Punk is, I think you and I can have a match that would shatter your Starrcade match hands down, make my title reign worth my while."
"Bourne, no one would pay to see a Cruiserweight in the main event for the world title, it only makes sense that Jeff and I have our match-"
Boune would then push Punk hard to the ropes, yelling at him.
"I'm a dammed wrestler! It doesn't matter if you're a Cruiserweight, middleweight, heavyweight or what, World Champion means that you are the BEST in this business and if we're compairing apples to oranges, I've been a champion longer than either of you, I have busted my ass giving these fans A+ Matches night in and night out. Don't you dare insult me again Punk or I'll drop you faster than Cena did."
Punk now got right up in his face, not at all liking the lip that he was getting from Bourne as Hardy would break it up.
"Alright hold on boys. I just figured out the solution to this whole fiasco. How about, you boys give me some time to heal up from my match, just in time for New Blood Rising and I face.....both of you for my World Heavyweight Title. But mark my words, if you two fail at acquiring my title, that was your only chance. If you want another shot at this title, you're going to have to earn it. So if I were both of you..I'd step up my game and bring whatever you had, because this is your only shot."
Both of them would look at their titles. Punk, whom last year was screwed out of the title reign, finally had a chance to be a double champion while Bourne, the longest reigning champion, had the chance to climb the top of the mountain and finally prove he was more than a 'cruiserweight.' Punk and Bourne were about to make their answers known when-
[Play out DM]
"Whoa, whoa.....whoa. First off Jeff, I know you're in complete agony so you will be given the next few weeks off to heal, second of all, you do not make any decisions here in the NWA...that's my job. This match that you just suggested....will not happen."
The fans were booing him out of the building with that one as DM spoke up.
"No...listen to me, should Hardy defend his title sucessfullly, it proves, virtually...nothing other than that he is a great World Champion, but the stakes, aren't high enough. Bourne...Punk..for nearly five months now you two have been at each other like two dogs over a bone, now, it's time to prove it. Whom truely is the better champion in that ring? Here at the NWA, we are revolutionary, innovative, and above all we take pride in what we are. So for the first time ever in wrestling history, Evan Bourne.......CM Punk.....and Jeff Hardy will face each other in a triple threat match....and all three titles....are on the line. That's right boys, all three of your titles will be on the line, whomever scores the first pinfall or submission.....wins the match...and that person's respective title. Punk, you need to redeem yourself from last year, Bourne, you need to prove everyone wrong, and Jeff....it's time to show the world what you....can do. Good luck...to all three of you."
Main Event Match - C.M. Punk vs. Evan Bourne vs. Jeff Hardy - NWA United States/Cruiserweight/World Title.
And just who will win the first ever Tri Title Challenge? Will it be the Hardcore Straight Edge U.S. Champion CM Punk, The Lord of the Skies Cruiserweight Champion Evan Bourne or will it be the Charismatic Enigma World Heavyweight Champion Jeff Hardy? This question and many others will be answered at New Blood Rising which you can catch live, only...On Pay Per View!
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