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Tuesday Night Throwdown; September 13, 2005
Topic Started: Sep 13 2005, 10:17 PM (233 Views)
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align]

The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Chris Maclay, Jim O’Brien, Dante Coles, Nadia, and Samael all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates!

[align=center]Wake Up![/align]

Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly.

[align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align]

Kennedy spins her body in front of Maclay for a hurracanrana! No, Maclay pushes up on her legs! Kennedy flips out and LANDS ON HER FEET! She leaps onto his thigh and CRACKS HER KNEE OF THE SIDE OF MACLAY'S CRANIUM!!!

[align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,

*Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…
[/align]

Out of nowhere Chris Maclay raises a steel chair and introduces it to the side of Vinj’s head, sandwiching it between the chair and the corner post in a modified, one man con-chairto!

[align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table,

Here ya go create another fable!
[/align]

The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!!

[align=center]You wanted to!

Grab a brush and put a little makeup
[/align]

Brighty then hooks his hands around Jims upper torso, interlocking his arms with Jims, AND THEN PULLS DOWNWARDS AND SCREW DRIVES JIMS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS WITH A MODIFED PEDIGREE PILEDRIVER!!!

[align=center]You wanted to!

Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
[/align]

Sean jumps high from the top rope and clatters down onto the steel folding chair that is wrapped around the right knee of Carlos Kane, destroying the Detroit native's knee, SHATTERING THE KNEE CAP AND DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE!!!!

[align=center]You wanted to!

Why dya leave the keys upon the table?
[/align]

Dez mouths to himself "One... Two... Three!" AND SWIVELS AROUND! NO! SAMAEL LANDS DEZ ON HIS FEET! Samael hits a boot into Dez's midsection & applies a front standing headscissor on Dez. He puts his arms around the waist of Dez AND LIFTS HIM UP IN THE AIR! CAMERA FLASHES FROM THE AUDIENCE BURST
AS SAMAEL LAUNCHES DEZ ONTO THE THUMBTACKS WITH THE DEATH ANGEL!

[align=center]You wanted to![/align]

The music slows down, as do the images of Kennedy, as she fades out to an image of Chris Maclay, and they embrace.

[align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align]

Maclay stands dejected, staring in disbelief, as Kennedy walks out on him.

[align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align]

The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit!

Maclay SWINGS THE CHAIR WITH ALL HIS MIGHT, CRUSHING KENNEDY'S SKULL BETWEEN THE CHAIR AND RINGPOST!!! NO!!! Kennedy managed to duck at the last second, saving herself!

Max leaps into the air, spinning a 180 as he DRIVES MACLAY'S SKULL INTO THE MAT WITH MACLAY'S OWN FINISHER!!!

Dante gets his balance again then hooks Jim under both arms and locks his hands together BUT DANTE SLIPS OFF THE CAGE!! HIS FEET LAND ON THE TOP ROPE AND HE PULLS JIM DOWN WITH THE UNDERHOOK AND PULLS HIM OVER WITH A SUPLEX BOTH MEN LANDING HARD BACK INTO THE RING!!

[align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Wake Up!

*Whispered* Wake up
[/align]

Kennedy's brow furrows in that ever so confused way before she begins to look over her shoulder-- BAM! Nadia shoot a STIFF kick upside Kennedy’s head, catching her off guard and knocking her to the ground! Kennedy hits into the mat, instantly conscious!

[align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align]

Sam LEAPS upward in the air and CRASHES down on Max’s chest, knocking the breath from him.

Vinj relinquishes the chair to Menedez and then turns to his opponent, AND RECIEVES AN EARFUL OF THE KURIYAMA KICKAHHHH!!!!!

[align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align]

Nadia swings with a clothesline that finds nothing but air as Kennedy ducks underneath. Nadia spins around AND SUFFERS A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE FACE!!!

[align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table[/align]

Jasper locks Jim in a front chancerie! But as Jasper goes to life the Monster up, Jim hits a knee into Jasper's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind Jasper, locking in a double chickenwing on Jasper. AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES JASPER WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! JASPER LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE!

[align=center]Here ya go create another fable!

You wanted to!
[/align]

Swytch hoists Maclay onto his shoulders and POWERBOMBS HIM OFF THE WALK-NO!! MACLAY FALLS BACK AND HURRACANRANAS SWYTCH OFF THE WALKWAY!!

[align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup

You wanted to!
[/align]

Nadia comes out of her grounded position, CRACKING THE BELL HAMMER UPSIDE THE BACK OF KENNEDY'S KNEE!!!

[align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup

You wanted to!
[/align]

Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!!

[align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table

You wanted to!
[/align]

Jim hoists Rage up onto his shoulders, the image moves to slow-mo, AS HE DRIVES HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE BURNING HAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

[align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align]

Maclay doesn't wait a second longer as he SPINS UNDERNEATH TIER, DRIVING HIS MASKED FACE INTO THE MAT FROM THE TOP ROPE!!! Through the millions of flashes we watch Tier's head driven into the mat!

[align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align]

Max drags Sean up in a gutwrench position before hoisting his deadweight over his shoulder, dropping him down slightly before leaping into the air and DROPPING SEAN ON HIS SKULL WITH THE BLACK TUESDAY!!!

[align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align]

The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS (For once it’s these guys) GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!!

WIGGUM SCREAMS OUT, AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS, “VIOLENCE. BREEDS. F’UCKIN. VIOLENCE!!!” WITH HALF OF THE CROWD CHANTING ALONG WITH HIM, SPINS AROUND, SENDING HIMSELF AND TIER THROUGH THE TABLE, BUT THEY BOTH HIT THE WALKWAY, AND CRASH ALL THE WAY THROUGH THAT ASWELL, ALL THE WAY TO THE CONCRETE BELOW!!!!!

The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen…


[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena, THOUSANDS of Pyro’s are going off everywhere, and TNT is underway!!! Chop Suey! Blares all around the arena once more, as the camera switches to the announce team.

JH: Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to Tuesday Night Throwdown! I am Jonathan Hitchen, alongside Thomas Moore. And what a show we have for you tonight!

TM: That's right! In tonight's main-event, Chris Maclay is gonna finish what Kennedy and Nadia started last week on the chump Dante Coles.

JH: Or, Dante Coles could be leaving Tennessee as the next Dual Crown Champion! You just never know.

TM: What about Swytch?! He said he's gonna prove he should be the contender!

JH: We saw him last week but he didn't do anything. Is tonight the night? But that isn't all. We also will see the official return of Carlos "The Hype" Kane… well, sort of.

TM: Sort of is right. Carlos Kane will be plastered on that big screen, unable to wreak havoc on TNT like he's done in the past. That's how I like Carlos Kane. With an off switch! But I don't want to talk about Carlos Kane right now, Jonathan! You know what I want to talk about!

JH: You wanna talk about what's in the ring.

TM: Exactly! We've got Nadia's Red Carpet Treatment starting us off tonight!

The Audio from the announcers fades so that “Movie Star Part 2” can be heard in the background. Nadia prances inside the squared circle, proud as can be in her perfect little Prada dress.

As the music fades, she stops for a moment and raises the microphone to her lips. The audience reaction …both catcalls and boos… drowns out whatever she was about to say. Nadia smiles, soaking up the attention, before raising up the mic again.

Nadia: …gotcha!

Nadia laughs to herself, getting some sick enjoyment out of the crowd's disappointment.

Nadia: Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. But what happens after that? What happens... when your enemies become your friends? I’ll admit it… I didn’t think the princess had it in her. But… oh, the look on sweet little Dante’s face.

The crowd boos immensely, but Nadia takes it all in stride.

Nadia: Oh… boo-hoo! It’s just SO sad. She turned on him before he could turn on her. But WHY… WHY, Kennedy, WHY?

Nadia giggles to herself again, having finished mocking the audience.

Nadia: Well… why not ask her yourself.

TM: Ask her ourselves?! Is she…?!

JH: I hope not. Or no! I want to hear this straight from her. Bring her out.

Jonathan gets his wish! The lights dim as a melodic chanting filters out through the speakers, the TNTtron lights up with images seemingly showcasing Kennedy's career. I think we know where this is headed. We travel through the past 2+ years, seeing Kennedy's triumphs and hardships. However, the chanting is abruptly cut off by the screeching of broken guitar chords and static as the TNTtron flickers and jumps, reaching last week's… triumph? The turn on Dante Coles. The hard-hitting beats of Evanescence's Lies blares through the speakers as Kennedy makes her way onto the stage, to a rather fairly mixed reception.

TM: Oh good golly! Look at her, Jonathan. Look at her!

JH: I see her!

TM: Nadia's had a very good effect on this young lady.

JH: That's how you see it? Whatever. Your choice.

I believe Thomas is referring to the black pleather, form-fitting pants Kennedy is wearing this week. As well as the matching backless top (unless two connecting chains counts as a back). Plainly put, she looks hotter than ever this week (at least in her mind) and the look on her face lets you know that she knows it. Standing with a hand on her hip, she takes in the reception she's receiving before finally starting her walk towards the ring.

TM: Jonathan, how could you not be enjoying this? Look at her!

JH: I'm looking! And if I'm being honest, I'm having trouble doing that after her actions last week.

TM: Oh my God! You're such a freak, Jonathan! How can you look at her and think about Dante Coles?

Kennedy reaches the ring, grabbing onto the top rope as she looks from side to side, a half smile on her pouty lips. She ducks down under the middle rope, climbing into the ring. She steps over to the ropes, grabbing the top chord as she raises the other hand into the air. She throws her arm back down before grabbing the microphone off her seat.

Kennedy: Before you say anything, I just want to say one thing. What I did… was what EVERY. SINGLE. One of you want to do!

The crowd quickly disagrees with Kennedy's comments. How dare she accuse them of wanting to beat the tar out of Dante?! She has no right to dictate what they want to do!

TM: Uh-huh! I agree! I've wanted to do that to Dante Coles for months now!

Kennedy: Oh, don't deny it. Because in one short week, I've managed to do something you all could only DREAM of doing! I got inside Nadia Kassle's pants!

Ok, since she put it that way. The crowd actually DO want to do that, apparently. And they're pretty dang excited to hear Kennedy's done it.

TM: WHAT?! Jonathan! Did she just?!

JH: Mm-hmm. That was rather… well, crude.

A smile comes over Kennedy's face as she takes in the reaction from the crowd.

Kennedy: And they fit me great, don't they?

She strikes a pose in her new get-up, spinning around to show off her ass. The beauty of pleather molds every inch into perfection. Not that she wasn't already perfect. Pfft! As if she NEEDS the pants.

Nadia fans herself with her well-manicured hand, playing up Kennedy’s show.

Nadia: Is it just me… or did it just get… HOT… in here?

Nadia giggles again with her new BFF (best friend forever, for those less intelligent… e.i. Craig. LOL!).

TM: Yes! Yes it did. Jonathan, fan me!

JH: No!

Nadia: (to the audience) Now, we’ve had this little charade planned for months. (turning to Kennedy) My question to you, naughty girl, is… what was it like… playing the sugar princess to all of these mindless… "fans"?

JH: Months?!

TM: The brilliance of Nadia and Kennedy never ceases to amaze me.

Kennedy strolls on over to her seat, opting to not sit down but just stand by it as she thinks over Nadia's question, trying to decide the best choice of response.

Kennedy: You know, it was actually very… fitting. That's right. It just felt right to finally be the one fooling them. After years of them playing me, nothing felt as good as pulling the wool over their eyes.

A murmur of confusion sweeps the arena as Kennedy insinuates that the fans weren't honest in their support.

JH: What the hell is she talking about? These fans have been faithful to her from day one. And this is how she thanks them?

TM: Shhh! Let her explain.

Kennedy: Oh, don't even act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You allll know what you did. Nadia knows what you did.

Kennedy motions to her BFF, who nods her head somatically, leading us to believe that this might be more serious than we originally thought. Let's let her explain.

Kennedy: For two and a half years, I have been your faithless little… convenience! That's right. I've finally waken up to see you people for who you truly are!

The fans boo… they probably aren't sure why. But it's evident they're being accused of being liars and that's never a good thing.

Kennedy: You don't believe me?! Let's take a walk down memory lane, shall we? It took me nearly a year to accomplish something most women can only DREAM of! I captured the highest ranking title in this entire industry!

JH: That she did. Only woman ever to do that here in Full Intensity Wrestling. Something she's never bragged about until this day.

TM: Well, if people would give her her due, she wouldn't have to bring it up.

She pauses, waiting to be applauded for her past glories. While it is something to be proud of, I suppose, the fans aren't happy to be reminded in such a manner. Kennedy shakes her head in disgust at the response.

Kennedy: Exactly! This is the behavior I'm talking about. You and your FICKLE natures! How long after I became the Dual Crown Champion did you idiots decide… "You know, that bogan Fozzy sure is funny. Let's cheer this idiot in hopes he gets those titles back!" You people were cheering a mentally retarded wrestler! And he wasn't even a freaking wrestler! He was a drunk stumbling around the ring! Yeah, that's someone to cheer!

The sarcasm is dripping from Kennedy's angered words, leaving the crowd no choice but to boo her the hell of the stage. She isn't going anywhere though. She's staying put! She's got things that need to be said!

JH: Fozzy was NOT mentally retarded, just for the record.

TM: Thanks for helping us with that one. [/sarcasm]

Kennedy: And that was only the beginning. Because next was… someone I can relate to now. I didn't realize it at the time but Chris Maclay and I are too much alike! How many times are you people going to decide you like him, only to turn on him again? We're currently two to three at the moment. And… *Kennedy checks her non-existent watch* Yep. It's just about that time for you guys to start liking him again.

What a sarcastic little bitch! She drops her arm back down to her side, shaking her head in disbelief over these people.

TM: Mm-hmm. You got nothing to say about that one, huh Jonathan?

JH: You know very well you're just as guilty of that as I am. So don't start.

Kennedy: Didn't take you guys long to turn on him for… who was it again? What was that white-haired freak's name? Bea Arthur. You know, he didn't last long. Just long enough for you sheep to latch onto him and forget about me and Chris! And now… now you've got two new favorites to adore and buy t-shirts of. Firstly… you're beloved psychotic Swytch. The homicidal maniac that not only KILLED his best friend Tier. But more importantly… he… he…

Kennedy's getting very emotional here. What could Swytch have done that's more heartbreaking than killing someone? Kennedy looks to Nadia who nods her head, letting Kennedy know that it's all alright. Aw, how nice.

TM: Oh, Jonathan. Look how tough this is for her.

JH: Is she serious or faking? Can't be too sure these days.

Kennedy: He held a KNIFE to MY throat!

The crowd likes reliving that memory… at least, now they do. They cheer for the reminder of someone holding a knife to Kennedy's throat. My, how they can turn on someone who's turned on them! Kennedy gets irate, threatening to walk off the stage… to more cheers! Thankfully, Nadia's there to convince Kennedy to stay and finish this.

Kennedy: You people go ahead and cheer the freaks while the REAL athletes are shoved into the background until the freak of the month fizzles out! Speaking of freaks. The so-called "Hardcore Icon". Translation: Garbage King. Yeah, whoo-hoo! BFI rules!!! Come on. Now, if I saw you people running down the streets and cheering on your garbage men, maybe you liking Dante wouldn't be such a problem. But seeing as he's NOTHING but my little lap dog… yeah, that's right. Dante did what I wanted, when I wanted, and that's all there is to it. So now, I'm telling the little pup to do one more thing for me.

Kennedy turns her attention towards the entranceway, talking through the curtain, into the corridors, to Dante in his locker room.

Kennedy: Dante. Do yourself and everyone here a favor. Roll over AND DIE!!! Because there's not a chance in hell at you becoming the next Dual Crown Champion. And even if you do… these people will just throw you aside in a month or two. Trust me. I know from experience.

Kennedy glares out into the crowd as she speaks her last line. Nadia stands again to face the audience.

JH: I'm utterly speechless, Thomas.

TM: Wow. Me too. How do you top something so… so… HONEST!!!

JH: WHAT?! I didn't hear one honest remark in that entire ramble.

TM: You wouldn't. *cough*selectivememory*cough*

Nadia: Well, there you have it folks. Ironic… what I’ve been telling princess all this time… YOU… each… and every… one of you… made her believe. Now I know how much you’d all LOVE for us to stay out here… but frankly… we have better things to do.

JH: I can’t believe what I’ve just heard! Blaming the fans for everything! That woman’s lost it!

TM: You can’t deny that every word that beautiful creature said was true! And none these ungrateful people deserve to be around those delicate goddesses!

JH: Whatever. Well, we wanted answers. Whether we like them or agree with them in beside the point, I suppose.

'Lies' once again floods the arena as Nadia holds the ropes, giving Kennedy an easy exit from the ring. Kennedy returns the favor from the outside and the two vixens make their way up the walkway, ignoring the audience as they go. When the devilish duo reach the curtain they turn back to face the millions. Nadia waves a petite goodbye and Kennedy blows a kiss before disappearing backward through the curtains.

[align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align]

"She Is Beautiful" hits the arena as the crowd erupt into cheers and heavy beat from the PA system rattle out. Torrence comes out from behind the curtain and does a quick jump in the air. She then walks down the walkway she claps hands with the fans and then runs to the ring and climbs in. She runs to a turnbuckle and raises her arms out and jumps down. She then rests in a corner waiting for her opponent.

TM: I gotta say Jonathan, last week one one of the ugliest matches I ever sat through. Don't get me wrong, it was alot of fun. But jeez, I never seen Torrence take such a beating.

JH: Yes, it was quite stomach churning. Tamasaburo Sada is a walking lethal weapon & he made quite the example out of Torrence.

Michael Anderson, climbs into the ring , gets about midring & brings the microphone to his mouth as he announces the match.

MA: Ladies & Gentlemen... THIS IS FOR THE F.I.W. OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

The lights turn to a dark red color as the bass line of Damien by Iced Earth rumbles through the speakers. It plays over twice as a red strobe light appears and disappears to the rhythm of the bass before the main part of the song kicks in. As this happens, a series of red colored explosions occur by the entrance to the arena. As the song blares through and the pyro comes to a slight halt, Lilith makes her way out from behind the curtain to instantaneous jeers from the crowd in attendance. She makes her way down the walkway, a snide smirk across her lips as she looks out into the crowd. When she gets to the ring she climbs in under the second rope and paces around the ring for a moment, seemingly reveling in the reaction she is getting from the crowd. She moves to her corner and stretches a bit and awaits the start of the match as the music fades out and the lights return to normal.

TM: There she is, the best Openweight Champion in TNT history!

JH: I thought you said Samael was.

TM: Well, he was until Lilith beat him in a match that would make Flair & Steamboat's Wrestle War '89 encounter look like Goldberg & Brock Lesnar at Wrestlemania 20.

JH: One - Samael laid down for Lilith. And two - Never ever mention Goldberg on Tuesday Night Throwdown.

MA: Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Toronto, Canada! Standing Five feet, Six inches tall. Weighing in tonight at One Hundred & Twentynine Pounds... TORRENCE! COHHHHHHHHHHLEMAHHHHHHHHHHN!

Crickets. You hear 'em? I do too.

MA: And her opponent. Hailing from El Paso, Texas! Standing Five feet, Five inches tall. Weighing in tonight at One Hundred & Ten Pounds... THE OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION! LIIIIIIIIIILIIIIITH!

Crickets? No... bees. And by golly, bees can boo too. Though it kinda sounds like a "bzoooooo!" Sheesh, the things attending Tuesday Night Throwdown these days. Though, the bzooing doesn't bother Lilith a whole lot. She just shrugs it off as she hands the Openweight title to Michaela Menendez. Michael rolls out of the ring & Michaela walks to the ring's center, then holds it up in the air. Michaela then walks to the side & hands the Openweight title to Michael Anderson and pints to the bell and...

[align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align]

... the match is underway. Not waiting at all, Lilith charges Torrence & wrenches her around with a Spinning Neck Breaker!

JH: Here we go again.

STaying on Torrence, Lilith quickly grabs ahold of Torrence's arm & grapevines around it. The MMA Marks go crazy as she locks in a-

JH: JUJIGATAME!

But it's not locked in for long as Torrence manuevers her way to the ropes. Lilith backs off & Torrence slowly gets to her feet. The two competitors begin to circle one another, then charge with a Collar & Elbow Tie Up. Torrence sends a knee to Lilith's midsection & takes her to the mat with an Arm Drag! Lilith is quick to her feet & is taken to the mat once again with an Arm Drag! Slapping the mat in frustration, Lilith gets back to her feet where she's taken down with an Arm Drag! NO! Lilith ducks it & connects with a Dropkick into Torrence's head! She falls face first into the mat, re-obliterating her nose!

JH: Oooh. Remember fans, Torrence suffered a horrendous broken nose at Sada's hands & feet last week. And to think it won't play a role in this match would be doubtful.

Blood seeps from Torrence's nostrils as she gets to a knee & wipes her crimson moustache away. She turns around right into a boot from Lilith to her midsection! Lilith underhooks her arms & smashes her face into the mat with a Double Arm DDT!

TM: Amazing! That was incredibly sick!

JH: Don't go Constance Loire on me, Thomas.

Yeah, that guy's a sicko. But Lilith could qualify as a sicko with that Double Arm DDT. Taking advantage of the situation, she goes for the cover...

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!


THR - TORRENCE KICKS OUT!
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With resiliency, mind you. Lilith holds three fingers up to Michaela Menendez, but Michaela holds up two. Funny enough, Lilith yells "Read between the lines!" Comedy ensues. She puts her focus back on Torrence. She walks to her legs & grabs aold of her feet. She drags Torrence a little closer to the corner and then... Oh no... LILITH SLINGSHOTS TORRENCE FACE FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

JH: Argh, sick!

Torrence tumbles back to the ground, clutching at her demolished face. Kiss Hollywood goodbye, sister. It's off to the Carnies ya go.

JH: Hey, leave the commentating to me & Thomas!

Okay.

TM: Yeah, that's what we thought.

Ugh... Lilith grabs a handful of hair & drags Torrence back to her feet. She locks in a Front Chancerie and grabs a handful of cargo pants. She lifts Torrence into the air AND DROPS HER ONTO HER FACE & STOMACH WITH A GORDBUSTER!

JH: I'll give the Jezebel her due, Thomas... Lilith has kept on Torrence's weakness, that being her nose, since the ring of the bell. And after that Gordbuster, I'm starting to think this may be it.

Lilith smiles devilishly as she looks down on her prey. Torrence pushes herself off of the ground, onto her hands & knees. And Lilith nails a Soccer Kick right across the face of Torrence! Torrence falls to the mat in a heap with the fans taking part in a chorus of... "KENDRA! KENDRA! KENDRA!" Lilith scowls at the smarks at ringside for starting the chant of her adversary as she walks to the ropes. She climbs to the top turnbuckle & yells for Torrence to get up!

TM: Hell's Overcast time?

JH: I'd say so.

Torrence once again pushes herself off of theground & starts to stumble to her feet. Lilith turns her head away from Torrence for a moment while she sreams... well, certain obscene things about Kendra Norton to the crowd which just wouldn't be TV appropriate. In the meantime Torrence has made it to a vertical base. In her wobbly state, she sees Lilith on the top rope. Lilith then jumps from the top rope, but looks to have slipped! THE TOP OF LILITH'S HEAD COLLIDES RIGHT INTO TORRENCE'S FACE!

JH: Oh my! I hate to break kayfabe, but that definately was not planned!

The two competitors fall to the mat iun a heap. Lilith has spots of blood in her black mane, blood that likely belongs to Torrence as her face is a crimson mask. Referee Michala Menendez doesn't even bother to check to see if champion & challenger are alright - she knows they're hurt. Michaela makes the 'X' symbol above her head, signaling for the Paramedics to come out.

JH: Trainers, EMT's, Referees down-

TM: No matter who you are, no matter what you do - Please, don't try this at home.

JH: How could you mock a WWE public service announcement at a time like this?

TM: After hearing the "trainers, EMT's, referees down" line, I just couldn't help myself.

Indeed, Trainers, EMT's & referees have come down. Richard Kelly with a mass of EMT's check up on Torrence, who looks to have gotten the worse end of it. Michaela & TNT trainer Dr. McCoy check up on Lilith, who looks to be conscious but not active. A stretcher gets loaded into the ring & the EMT's quickly yet carefully load Torrence Coleman onto it. Meanwhile Lilith has pushed herself to a seated position, where Dr. McCoy shines a flashlight in her eyes. A camera closes in on Dr. McCoy & Lilith.

Lilith: Uhhhhh Dr. McCoy... Wha're gonna happen to Torrence?

Dr. McCoy: Looks like she'll be going to the hospital.

Lilith: Heh... Bitch.

Even in a groggy, concussional state Lilith still has the time to insult her opponents. Wonderful. We cue to ringside where Jonathan & Thomas are standing by.

JH: Well fans... I'm sorry but it looks as if the Openweight Title match won't be continued. I'm really suprised by this... Um, TNT takes great pride in its wrestlers who, more often than not, make zero mistakes. I suppose once in a blue moon one is gonna pop up & really hurt someone.

TM: I'll say. It could be awhile before we see Lilith & Torrence again. Though I could do without Torrence, honestly.

JH: I'm sure the thought of going a prolonged period of time without Lilith doesn't excite you.

TM: *sniffles* You mean... She could be gone too...?

JH: Possibly. Though to further reiterate, although the wrestlers in that ring are trained professionals, even they make a mistake once in awhile. Nobody's perfect. So I ask the TNT audience to be patient and we'll have the next match shortly. Hopefully later in the telecast we can inform you of a rematch for the Openweight Championship.

We then cue to the entryway, where we see Lilith being carried by Dr. McCoy & Richard Kelly, arms slung over their shoulders. And we then fade out on that. Or switch to a promo. Or a commercial break.

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JH: Up next, the Fighting Spirit Championship will be decided!

TM: And Remy HAS to win! If not, he could get his legs broken... or worse!

JH: Well, he's got three other men vying for the same title. And with sudden death rules, it's anybody's game!

TM: And no championship advantage for Samael! What if Max wins it, Jonathan?! What am I gonna do?!

JH: Um... cry?

MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a sudden death fatal four way for the Fighting Spirit Championship!

Slowly, "Cure for the itch" starts off at the designated spot as fans go to a mixed reaction to the entering superstar from the orient. Knowing business comes before pleasure, Tamasaburo forgets about doing anything flashy for the crowd and just makes his way to the ring. Once at the ring, Tamasaburo slides in and gets up quickly to his feet where he double checks his wrist tape and does a short warmup both physically and mentally for his match.

MA: Introducing first, from Tokyo Japan...TAMASABURO SADA!!!!

[align=center]The smooth beats of the Fun Loving Criminals classic trickles through the speakers, evoking a mixed reaction from the crowd as it leads up to the Pulp Fiction quote…

Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!
Any of you fucking pricks move, and I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of you!


As those familiar chords kick in the ragin’ Cajun himself steps out onto the stage, a cocky grin emblazoned on his face as he looks about the packed arena at his “adoring fans”. He makes his way along the walkway, glancing from side to side and generally taking in the electric atmosphere buzzing throughout the building. As he reaches the ropes he hops off the side of the raised platform and circles around the ring, searching for a suitably attractive woman in the front row. Once he’s found one, he leans over the barricade, gives her his best “How you doing?” and mimes the line…

Is this some karmic-chi love thing happening here baby or what?

…as it’s uttered by the Criminal’s lead singer. As she blushes and giggles like a schoolgirl, Remy heads back to the ring, hops up onto the apron and enters the squared circle. He heads across to a far turnbuckle and steps up onto the second rope to get a good look around the arena, before dropping back down and awaiting the start of the match.[/align]

MA: Weighing 225 pounds...REMY BARTEAUX!!!!

The lights dim and turn blue as the bass line to Damien by Iced Earth hits on the speakers. At the sound of the music, the fans instantly erupt in a chorus of boos directed at the man who is about to enter through the curtain. As the main part of the song kicks in, Samael makes his way out from behind the curtain as short bursts of blue pyro erupt from the floor on either side of the entrance. He starts walking down the walkway and the boos from the crowd intensify as he nears the ring. Once near the apron, he turns toward the fans, taunting them a bit before he enters the ring over the top rope. He moves to his corner and leans in it slightly and awaits the start of the match as the music fades out and the lights return to normal.

MA: He is the current reigning and defending Fighting Spirit Champion...SAMAEL!!!!

The house lights fade into darkness as the opening chords to Breaking Benjamin’s, “Sooner or Later,” tears through the PA system. The music slows down and then Ben Burnly rips into the vocals. Slowly the house lights rise, and a cloud of smoke raises from the grated stage, the silhouette of Max Corona is illuminated by blue lasers as he steps into the smoke from behind the curtain. Max poses with arms outstretched for moment, before stepping out to the TNT signature elevated ramp. Max strolls down the ramp, shaking his arms out to loosen up. Max finds a attractive young woman standing near the ramp, he takes a moment to wink and nod, before he reaches the ropes surrounding the ring.

MA: The final challenger, he is Mr. TNT...MAX CORONA!!!!

Max Corona jumps into the ring and he goes right after Remy Barteaux! Samael and Tamasaburo peel off on the other side of the ring, all four men going at it hammer and tongue! Max slams Remy's head into a top turnbuckle as Samael is tossed out of the ring by Sada. Max Corona takes Barteaux along to the middle of the ropes but Remy gets a thumb to the eye on Mr. TNT. Remy irish whips Max across the ring but Max reverses! Remy is shot into the ropes, he bounces back off into a Sit-Out Jaw Breaker! Max scrambles into a cover...


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JH: Near fall early doors!

TM: Remy nearly lost this match, Tamasaburo and Samael were on the outside.

JH: This is sudden death remember. One fall and it's over.

On the outside of the ring, Samael and Tamasaburo Sada are still going at it. Samael blocks an attempt by Tamasaburo to send him into the apron and then responds with his own shot to ram Sada's head into the apron. Remy is being hammered by Max Corona and Corona backs into the ropes...he gets tripped and dragged out of the ring under the bottom rope by Samael! Samael begins to pound on Max but Mr. TNT comes back with a knee slammed into the gut! That stalls Samael for a moment and Corona fires off with several hard kicks on the FSC! On the other side of the ring Tamasaburo rolls Remy back in. Sada then waits for Barteaux to get back up before he lands a spinning heel kick!

JH: Tamasaburo Sada got a pin over Samael a couple of weeks ago, he has to have an advantage over the FSC.

TM: But Samael beat Max to win the title, he's got to remember that.

JH: And last week Remy stole the win over Sean James from under the nose of Mr. TNT.

Sada picks up Remy but the New Orleans thief rakes the eyes. Tamasaburo is blinded temporarily and he sprints at Remy out of instinct...Remy sidesteps him and tosses him over the top rope! Samael and Max both come back in the ring, Corona lands a single hard right on Samael to turn him around and Barteaux smacks him with a chop across the face! Max and Remy spend a few moments taking turns in peppering the Fighting Spirit Champion. Corona knocks Samael down with a beautiful flipping dropkick! They work together, pulling Samael up to his feet and then they whip him into the ropes. The Death Angel bounces back off the ropes but gets knocked down with a double back elbow.

JH: Tag team partners last week, they've retained some of that brief teamwork.

Max and Barteaux then join together in stomping away at Samael. Out of the corner of his eye Max sees Tamasaburo on the outside, stood at the bottom of the ramp with his hands on his hips. Corona drops out of the ring through the ropes and he runs at Sada, knocking him down with a clothesline from behind! Max picks him up, he hoists him right up without delay...BODY SLAM ON THE OUTSIDE!!!! Meanwhile Samael is fighting back against Remy, he takes him into a turnbuckle and then follows up with a smashing turnbuckle clothesline. Remy stumbles out of the corner into a SAMOAN DROP!!!!

TM: No tags in this match, it's just four guys allowed to fight!

JH: This could get out of hand here very quickly, Richard Kelly has quite a task on his hands.

Corona drags Sada up to his feet and rolls him inside the ring, it's like rolling him into the wolves as Samael takes over. He drops an elbow down across Tamasaburo's lower back to keep him grounded before catching a returning Corona with a hard chop to the chest, sending him back down onto the edge of the apron. Remy is now at ringside, leaning on the announce table to recover. Instead of immediately getting back into the ring, Max Corona walks around it and slams Remy's head into the announce table. Max picks up a length of television cable from the ground and comes at Remy...Remy gets a kick in! Corona drops the cable and Remy catches it. He starts choking Max across the announce desk!

JH: They are only feet away from us!

TM: If Max comes at you, I'll protect you...wait, scrap that. If anybody comes at you, they can take their best shot!

JH: Thank you so much.

Richard Kelly is on hand to try to keep watch as Remy chokes Max Corona as in the ring, Samael is stomping away at Sada. Tamasaburo manages to block one of the boots and he sweeps the legs away from Samael. Tamasaburo quickly works his way up the body into a reverse armbar and Samael scrambles to the ropes! Samael storms back up to his feet and runs at Sada, angry, but Tamasaburo sees him coming and takes Samael up and over in a back body drop. Tamasaburo is up to his feet and motions for Samael to get back up...TOKYO DROP!!!!

JH: The Scissors Kick!

TM: This could be over! Tamasaburo is going to win the FSC and beat Samael again!


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Remy drops a knee across Sada's chest before rolling him aside and Remy pins Samael!


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TM: No DQ here!

Max stomps on Remy, kicking him out of the way before he also makes a pin on Tamasaburo!


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JH: Three quick falls in a row and none were successful!

TM: Remy was closest I think with the initial cover.

Samael is pulled up to his feet by Max and he grabs the right arm of the defending Champion. A groggy Samael, still feeling the effects of Tamasaburo's Tokyo Drop, is taken towards the turnbuckle. Max steps backwards into the bottom rope, then the middle as he ascends to the top rope. Max walks slowly along the top rope, ensuring the keep hold of Samael's hand. Corona balances carefully on the top rope but Remy gets whipped into the ropes by Tamasaburo Sada! Corona loses his balance and he drop down, crotching himself on the top rope!

TM: Well, at least his porn career is over.

JH: And his relationship with Madison Lee.

Max slumps down from the ropes to the mat and Remy clotheslines Sada down. He turns around and finds Samael waiting...SPINEBUSTER SLAM ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!!! Only Samael is left standing, he puts the boots in on all three of his opponents. Samael pulls Max to his feet but Tamasaburo comes from behind with a sledge to the upper back. Samael is sent sprawling and then knocked through the ropes by Tamasaburo Sada. In turn the Cajun catches Tamasaburo with a stunning MOB HIT that also sends Sada to the outside. Left in the ring are Remy Barteaux and Max Corona.

JH: Two men left in the ring and it's last week's tag team!

TM: There is a subtle but very real rivalry here. Mr. TNT versus the ragin' Cajun.

Remy and Max are both looking at the men that they have just dispatched, they then turn around to see the other! The trash talking begins, Max shoves Remy back and the fist-fight is on! Right hand from Remy, one back from Max, another punch lands from Barteaux, one immediately back from Max, chop by Remy and a chop by Max! Remy starts landing shots in succession, no reply coming back from Max as Remy forces him back into the corner behind him! The Cajun manages to block one, he unloads with heavy shots to come out of the corner fighting.

JH: Samael and Tamasaburo on the outside, if their smart they can use this time to recover.

Remy goes for a big swinging right, that connects! Max Corona is staggered back, he is wobbling and Remy hoists him up onto his shoulders. He moves towards the ropes perhaps setting up for a Cajun Spice but Max struggles and slides off the shoulders! Max lands a kick to the gut, followed by a front facelock and Max tries a snap suplex but Remy blocks it! Remy fights him off with hard elbows to the ribs before lifting Corona up...JAMBALAYA DRIVER!!!! Remy quickly gets into the cover and he hooks the leg!


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Samael makes a cover of his own!


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Tamasaburo makes a cover on Corona!

TM: Not again?!


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JH: The second time we have had three covers in quick succession.

Samael and Remy Barteaux seemingly put their differences aside for a moment, they double clothesline down Max Corona before turning their attention to Sada. Tamasaburo is picked up and thrown into a turnbuckle, the two men then take turns in kicking and punching the Tokyo native. They double whip him out of the corner to the opposite turnbuckle and then Remy charges at him...Sada moves out of the way! Remy's momentum takes him into the turnbuckles and then he is knocked down with a front dropkick. Samael has taken a back seat as Remy was punished and he now comes at Tamasaburo. He goes for a clothesline but Sada ducks and takes him to the canvas with a facecrusher!

JH: It's Tamasaburo Sada who is in control now.

TM: That just leaves Max Corona as his competition!

Max though isn't really interested in getting back in the action right now, he hangs back on the opposite side of the squared circle as Tamasaburo stomps away at Samael. He drags Samael into a sitting position against the ropes for optimum devastation on the stomps. He then turns, gets on the hop and bounces back off the ropes to deliver a running knee to Samael's head! Max Corona is back up, he is positioned crouching behind Sada as the Japanese wrestler starts to turn around. Corona slams a knee in and then hooks him up for a front facelock, he lifts Sada into the air...MAXIMUM OVERDRIVER!!!! TAMASABURO SPIKED DOWN ON HIS HEAD!!!! Max reaches into a cover for the Fighting Spirit Championship!


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JH: He pulled the referee out of bounds!

TM: He can't count the pinfall out there!

Richard Kelly is arguing with the Cajun on the outside, Max Corona wants the referee back in the ring and is shouting at him. Behind his back Samael rolls Tamasaburo out of the way and taps Corona on the shoulder. Max spins around looking for a discus punch but Samael dodges it and PLANTS MAX INTO THE MAT WITH HIS DARKNESS RISES DDT!!!! Samael wants a cover but Richard Kelly is still admonishing Remy! Finally RK sees the cover and he slides into the ring...


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JH: It's getting closer and closer!

TM: Samael, Corona, Remy, Tamasaburo...anybody could win this!

Samael is irate and he corners RK, Samael shoves RK and shakes him by his referee's shirt until Remy Barteaux rolls him up from behind with an inside cradle!


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JH: Kick out at the VERY last moment!

TM: Carl and Stefan will be watching this very closely remember, it's wise for Remy to leave the new FSC and he nearly stole it!

JH: I don't know why Stefan is so impatient, Remy has beaten Sean James and Rick Proctor in the last two weeks.

Corona is groggy but he's back up to his feet and Tamasaburo tosses him over the top rope! Sada turns around and FINDS Remy waiting with steel chair in hand…CRACK!!!! Remy is then blasted by Samael with a headbutt. Remy staggers back but Samael grabs hold of him into a gutwrench, he lifts Barteaux onto his shoulder but Remy fights against it! He kicks his legs and struggles, he adjusts himself while still on Samael's shoulder...HURRICANRANA INTO A PIN!!!!

TM: How did he do that????


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JH: He's got it!

MA: Here is your winner and NEW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION...REMY BARTEAUX!!!!

Remy is handed the belt by Richard Kelly, he admires it as he sits up on his knees before scrambling to bail out of the ring as both Tamasaburo and Max Corona return to the ring! Remy gets the hell out of dodge and he heads up the ramp leaving a downed Samael with both Corona and Sada looking very angry in the ring.

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System of a Down's "B.Y.O.B." rocks onto the loudspeakers, obviously a little ways in. Graver steps out onstage through strobes and fog, rocking along on an invisible guitar and throwing some metal to the fans. They boo him, of course, and he flips them off.

JH: Well, folks, here we are having a great show and Graver has to come out and muck it up.

TM: Shut up, Hitchen! He hasn’t even said anything yet! Let the man finish his entrance!

Graver makes his way to the ring, enters under the second rope, and throws a double deuce to anyone booing him. He puts one foot up on the second turnbuckle and goes back to his air guitar along with the song. He pushes off the ring, then off the turnbuckle, spinning around as fireworks erupt from the turnbuckles. Graver settles down as the music dies and paces, taking a mic from a ring tech and putting it to his lips.

Graver: All right, ladies and gents, it’s been a long time since Graver’s been here to grace your presence… didja miss me?

He grins and spreads his arms as the entire crowd here in Tennessee show him exactly how they feel.

Graver: I’d be insulted, but can you really take the opinion of a bunch of Bob Dylan fans?

The boos mount larger from Mr. Dylan’s present fan base, but Graver just soaks it up.

Graver: Whatever. I’m out here tonight, of course, to call out one of those fuckheads you call wrestlers. See, I’m tired of just layin’ around, doin’ diddly-jack squat. I’m ready to brawl for it all, baby! So why don’t you send one of your big shot Hollywood FIW superstars out here to fight me! How ‘bout the Oracle? Or Chris Maclay? Hell, I’ll even kick Kennedy’s ass! I ain’t got no problem fighting a girl!

The crowd boos him, but quiets down in case someone interesting shows up. They murmur excitedly, but nothing happens.

JH: Well, looks like the rest of the talent here on TNT cares about as much for Graver as the fans!

TM: Yeah, they’re all just chicken. Afraid of Graver’s obvious superiority!

Graver: C’mon, I ain’t got all frickin’ day, here! I was gonna go visit Graceland later! Someone get out here! Anyone! Jim O’Brien! Swytch! Nadia! Anyone! Anyo--

[align=center]"Carry on my wayward son!
They'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more."[/align]


The rockin' guitars of that 1970's rock hit, Kansas' "Carry on My Wayward Son" hit the speakers and none other than Bill Kuriyama steps onto the stage! He raises his arms upward in a U-shape, showing off his physique, turning around for all to observe, then walks down to the ring, stepping through the middle rope. Bill walks nose to nose with Graver, grinning as the fans rip their heads off and wave them around, excited at his return. The music dies and Bill snatches Graver’s mic. He waits for the fans to quiet down a bit before speaking.

BK: So this is what FIW was reduced to while Bill Kuriyama was gone? Some two-bit wannabe punk rocker in need of a good shower and a shave?

The crowd laughs. Graver, however, doesn’t seem so impressed. He sneers, but good.

Graver: *barely audible from lack of a mic* Hey, at least I’m not a has-been that never really was! I could kick your teeth so far down your throat, you’d be wiping with some Oral-B Brush-Ups!

JH: Nice plug there.

TM: Product endorsement, Hitchen. It’s the wave of the future!

Bill holds a palm up to Graver’s face, and sniffs deeply into the mic. Graver opens his mouth, but Bill sniffs again, louder. He looks at Graver’s confused expression, mostly hidden by hair and sunglasses.

BK: Do you smell that?

Graver starts to talk, but Bill cuts him off.

BK: ‘Cuz I smell it. That thick, sour, nasty, cow-patch scent of BULLSHIT! The truth is, Dreads McGee, you haven’t so much as come close to touching anyone but a newbie, and just like Dante Coles wiped the mat with your steel wool-lookin’ head, Bill Kuriyama’s gonna SUUUUPLEXXAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

He throws the mic over his head PLOWS a kick into Graver’s abs, then lifts him with a SNAPPING suplex, laying him out on the mat! Bill sends a THRUSTING soccer kick to the side of Graver’s head, lifts him up, shoots him into the ropes, and catches him with the--

JH: KURIYAMA KICK!!

TM: Actually, I think he prefers ‘KURIYAMA KICKUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!!’

Bill bounces on the balls of his feet and thrusts both arms into the air, Graver having landed somewhere on Dream Street. ‘Wayward Son’ kicks in again and Bill climbs the turnbuckles, playing to the fans and talking trash to the fallen Graver.

JH: A thunderous return for Bill Kuriyama!

TM: Pah! He sneak-attacked poor Graver! The man wasn’t expecting it!

JH: He called him out, Thomas.

TM: Yeah, but… uhh… well, you better bet Graver’s gonna want a piece of Bill sometime soon!

JH: Well, that story’s yet to be told.

We cut backstage to find everyone's favorite interviewer Gary Steele. HEY! It's Gary! Why is he doing a backstage interview? And why is he standing up? Doesn't he get the comfy chairs? Poor guy. He just keeps slipping down the ladder, doesn't he? Either he doesn't get used or he has to lower himself to these "on-the-spot" interviews. Regardless, let's see what he has to say.

Gary: Ladies and gentleman, I am standing by now with a superstar that requested this time to make an announcement to you all.

Ahhh. It isn't so "on-the-spot" now is it? We just must not have a vacant room to perform the interview in.

Gary: Ladies and gentleman… Kennedy.

Boos fill the speakers, echoing from the live arena, as Kennedy steps into the picture. She gives Gary a smug grin before turning her attention towards the camera.

Kennedy: I'm sure you all missed me. It's been more than a few minutes since you've last seen me. So I thought I'd do you all a favor and grace you with my presence. Of course, I'm backstage because… well, truthfully I don't want to be you all.

Basic heel heat. It's expected, it's still hated. Use what works.

Kennedy: But Gary is right. I do have an announcement to make. But my announcement isn't to you people. No, no. My announcement is to… the *ONE* time Fighting Spirit Champion. That would be Max Corona.

Kennedy doesn't continue on, as expected. Rather she turns her attention towards Gary. It takes the old-timer a moment to realize she's looking at him as if she asked him a question that he isn't answering.

Gary: Oh… um… yes?

Kennedy: What are you thinking, Gary?

Gary: I beg your pardon.

Kennedy: What crosses your mind when I say that I have an announcement regarding Max Corona? Wait, don't say anything. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "Is Kennedy finally going to admit what her feelings for Max really are?" "Is Kennedy going to announce that she and Max Corona are OFFICIALLY an item?"

Kennedy's eyes remain on Gary, who seems more like a deer caught in the headlights at this point.

Gary: Actually, Kennedy, I don't think--

Kennedy grabs the microphone from his hands, prompting a barrage of boos from the fans that adore and respect Mr. Steele.

Kennedy: That's right! You don't think! Now go join Maria in celebrating your mail-away journalism degrees, okay? Get off my stage!

Gary shoots Kennedy a disgruntled glare before doing as the evil bitch monster commands. Kennedy glares after him for a good moment before turning her attention into the camera again.

Kennedy: I told Max not so long ago that I'd get back to him on our date… AFTER dealing with Nadia. Well, I dealt with her. Our dealing resulted in Dante Coles learning to stay out of my way. So next week… it's all about me and my Corona.

Kennedy giggles at the little joke she makes with the Corona line. Her expression quickly changes, however. She raises a hand, as you would do if someone jumped to a conclusion that isn't correct.

Kennedy: Whoa. Hold it up there. Max and I aren't going to be in the ring. No, no, no. I couldn't do that to him. Not after everything that… could've been.

She sympathetically nods her head at the mention of the would "could've".

Kennedy: Yes, it's true. This would be the time where I'd announce all of those things Gary wanted to hear. I'd finally confirm my real feelings for Max Corona. I might even be announcing that Kennedy's got herself a Boy Wonder to replace Superman. But I'm not. Instead… I'm here to inform Max… that next week will be the night of his life!

She chuckles to herself for whatever reason we don't get to know… unless we listen.

Kennedy: Nothing like tonight, Max. And nothing like those past lonely nights of laying in bed alone. Because next week, you're going to have the hottest… the sexiest… the wildest woman… hm, maybe even more wild than you can handle…

She smirks into the lens, doubting Max's inability to handle such a woman.

Kennedy: But we'll see. Because next week, you will have this woman alllll to your lonely self.

Kennedy glances off camera, prompting the ever enticing Nadia Kassle to make her way next to her BFF. The two women share a friendly smile that would make anyone's spine shiver in anticipation of what they have planned (take that as you will) before they turn their attentions back to the camera.

Kennedy: Next week. Max Corona versus Nadia Kassle. And yes… I will be at ringside, hot stuff. I hope you're ready to show me a good time.

Kennedy winks into the camera.

Nadia: Oh and Maxie? Don't wear your $12 cologne next week, k?

The two women share a giggle before making their way off camera.

We cut back to ringside, Jonathan and Thomas taking in the news we just heard.

JH: Did you hear that?

TM: I did! Nadia's gonna show Max Corona what a REAL woman is! I can't wait to see Max get ended... prematurely! Hehehe!

JH: You're a child. Well, ladies and gentleman we are live in Memphis Tennessee and boy do we have something special for you right now!

TM: Special my ass.

JH: Well Thomas, it is special because right now, LIVE we have Carlos Kane via satelite, back where he belongs, on TNT. Mark Deveraux is in the ring and ready to...

TM: This is a waste of my time and everyone else's too! Who the hell wants to hear what Carlos Kane has to say?

JH: Theres about 20 thousand people right here...

We move on letting those two continue to argue. Mark Deveraux is indeed in the ring microphone in hand and seemingly with a lil "somethin somethin" to say.

MD: Well ladies and gentlemen "I" Mark Deveraux have an exclusive right here! Possibly the biggest exclusive in the history of exclusives! "I" Mark Deveraux intrepid reporter, devilishly handsome and, let's face it people, so much better than all of *Mark waves his finger around pointing out the crowd* you, has secured the exclusive one-on-one *Mark flashes a wink to the camera* with the one, THE only delectable piece of chocloate, sweeter than grandmas sweet potato pie... ladies and gentlemen, I give you. CARLOS "THE HYPE" KANE!!!!

The crowd erupt as the TNTron flickers into life. Carlos Kane, live in Memphis, Tennessee-- the home of "The King" himself, via satelite. Mark Deveraux stands centre of the ring applauding like a little school girl as Carlos stares out with that trademark smirk.

MD: Carlos, welcome to Memphis, Tennesse--

CK: Woah, woah, woah there fruity...

What this? Mark Deveraux cut off? Thats right Carlos just cut Mark off rather quite abruptly and Mark dosen't seem too happy about it.

CK: ...the people did not come here to listen to your fruity ass flap your gums. They came here for one thing and one thing only. Now get your ass and your homoerotic undertones off my damn property before I get to stompin your ass with my "blue suede shoes".

Cheap Pop and the crowd love it! They roar in appreciation as a dejected Mark Deveraux exits the squared circle leaving Carlos Kane alone with his people.

CK: Now before I get down and spit a few lines at everyones favourite "wanksta," I've got a few words for TNT's General Manager.

TM: This should be good! What the hell does he mean TNT's General Manager?

JH: You're asking me? You're the one that used to idolize the guy!

CK: Madison, I thought we were good? I thought we were cool? You ratted me out to the 5-0, had those motha'fuckas waiting for Carlos Kane in Alabama. Madison consider this, Carlos Kane don't sweat doin any time. Carlos Kane don't sweat no $100,000 bail and Madison, most of all Carlos Kane don't sweat you. You can take your restraining order and you can shove it up JJ's ass. I know your depraved lil ass likes that sort of shit.

Carlos Kane is hot right now sat in his plush mansion in Detroit. The Memphis crowd is hot to real hot for Carlos Kane right now.

CK: Carlos Kane may of not been in Alabama last week but Carlos Kane hears everything. I run this shit right here. The walls have ears, lil nigga I hear when you talk. You act up like you a boss, like when you speak people be listening. You pointing out your man Rick Proctor, some roided up fat nigga that never made it. Motha'fucka, I've seen more intimadating bitches than that fat nigga, your "shook" my nigga you and your bitch. What can I say Sean, when Carlos Kane drops promo's... they felt!

TM: This guy is an idiot someone cut him off

The crowd in Memphis are on tenderhooks and Carlos is spitting it real. Massive "HYPE HYPE HYPE" chants start out in the arena, almost like clockwork the PA shudders with base as Nas - Hate Me Now erupts from the speakers to a chorus of boos from the capacity crowd.

TM: FINALLY! Praise the Lord!

JH: You're not a religious man.

TM: Okay then. Praise the Knight!

Through the smoke-filled stage, Sean James makes his way out onto the walkway. April Lynn is right besides him, her newfound fear not at all felt tonight as she's well aware the Hype is in his Detroit home. Little tart. But most important of all, the Predator Rick Proctor is following behind the duo. The three make their way into the ring, Sean snatching the microphone out of Michael Anderson's hands.

Sean: What... the hell... is your problem "nigga"? You come out here and sprout off some John Cena lyrics and these people just fall in line? Is that really the kind of people you want admiring you? Then again, I guess at your little fanclub meetings in your mom's basement, you can finally say you're the smartest one in the room. And that's ain't often, is it Carlos?

The crowd get all over Sean like suck on Edge (heh, haven't used that line in nearly long enough). They happen to like both Carlos Kane AND John Cena! So there! And they don't like Edge, so they ARE a smart crowd!

Sean: Shut the hell up! Damn Tennessee hicks! Elvis dies years ago choking on a damn Twinkie! Get over it!

Ahhhh. Cheap heat. It's the only thing stronger than a cheap pop. Cheap heat owns you alllllll!!!!

Sean: And speaking of death! Weren't you supposed to be dead, "nigga"?! Because I have NO PROBLEM taking your ass out one more time! In fact, I think it's the perfect pick-me-up after what happened last week. Tell you what, when you're broken down body gets a chance to recover, why don't we do this? Why don't you climb back into the ring, and myself and the Predator over here can put you down like the bitch you are!

CK: Woah woah, motha'fucka! You run your mouth over and over nigga. You're like the black George Bush. "You don't like black people" talkin about this shit like it's scripted. This aint no game, this is real talk! This is real shit! I ain't scripting promo's! I'm bringing drama! Fuck you and your baby mama. You don't wanna fight Carlos Kane? You don't want no part of Carlos Kane? If Sean James is so "shook" he won't come to Carlos Kane, then Carlos Kane will come to Sean James...

The satelite feed is replaced with static as Sean James looks on in frantic panic, April suddenly clinging to her man like her life depends on it. Sean is screams at "The Predator" as Rick gets his game face on. He has a lil score to settle himself. He exits the ring and takes point at the end of the entrance way leaving Sean and April alone in the ring. The crowd is going nuts as 50 Cent - What up Gangsta erupts from the PA.

TM: CARLOS KANE IS HERE!

JH: Business is about to pick up Thomas..

TM: Someone get the security!

Rick is ready to go right now gritting his teeth as April is frantic in the ring, Sean is trying his damndest to calm her down. The crowd erupts as a hooded figure jumps the guard rail and slides into the ring.

TM: HE'S HERE!! SEAN TURN AROUND...

The hooded figure erupts out of the corner making a "bee line" towards the Black Knight! Sean catches him out of the corner of his eye and meets him with a vicious Batista style spinebuster slam springing back to his feet like a cat.

TM: YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!

Sean stares down his eyes bulging April clinging to the corner. "The Predator" Rick Proctor slides back in to the ring as Sean drags the hooded figure to his feet. Sean set him up over his shoulder and then pulls him down hooking their throat and landing the vicious Black Tuesday!

TM: BLACK TUESDAY! BLACK TUESDAY!

Sean stares down at the hooded figure a sly smirk on his face as he picks the mic up off the floor and bangs his fist to his chest, mimicking Carlos Kane as Memphis proceeds to boo him out of the building.

Sean: The Hype just officially got killed... again!

Sean reaches down to the hooded figure gripping him by the throat dragging his lifeless body to his feet once again he whips off the hood and staggers back in confusion, as the TNTron flickers on once again.

??: You stupid motha'fucka. You really think Carlos Kane was gonna go out like that? Motha'fucka im a boss! Motha'fucka I AM THE STREETS! I AM THE HOOD! I told you, ain't shit!

Sean looks down at the figure in the ring in total disbelief. It's not Carlos Kane! It isn't anyone! It's just some punk kid.

TM: What in the hell?

JH: Sean James just got played, we all did!

CK: Sean, you ain't shit. Just like Dante Coles ain't shit. Both your insignificant asses got played. I'm tired of this shit, Sean. I'm tired of playing your ass week in, week out. I've made my point, I could get you whenever I want. I could drop 50 G's right now an have yo ass floatin at the bottom of Tennesse River. I got hundreds of niggas on salary. There's an old sayin in the good book, do you read the good book, Sean? It goes a lil something like this: "Give a man a fish; you have fed him for today. Teach a man to fish; and you have fed him for a lifetime". In the hood, Sean, we switch it up a lil differently. In the hood it goes a lil somethin like this: "Give a man a G and he will sell your shit for a day. Give a man 50 G's and he will shoot any motha'fucka you want!" Ya feel me? Sean, me and you, whether you want it or not, we gonna throw bows and we gonna do it on my terms! Sean, it's gonna happen and it is gonna happen October 16th at FIW Relentless! Motha'fucka the clock is ticking "tick tock". Carlos Kane is relentless, nigga. I don't stop, I won't stop! Nigga, this shit is chess, not checkers, motha'fucka. These were just warning shots, next week Im'a give you what I got.

Carlos Kane slumps back in his chair trademark smirk on his face as the TNTron begins to fade to black.

CK: I'll be seeing you, nigga. Seeing you real soon.

TNTron finally fades to black leaving Sean James in the ring with the rest of his legion as we jump to a commercial break.

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We come back live with 'Hate Me Now' playing over the speakers as April and Rick Proctor are standing on either side of the Black Knight, who's warmed up and ready to start his match for tonight.

The smashing chords of 'Line In The Sand' hammer over the PA, being welcomed by a chorus of boos. The lights turn to a dark red, almost a maroon. The chorus begins and walking from behind the curtain is 'The Monster Of TNT' Jim O'Brien.

[align=center]EVOLUTION IS A MYSTERY
FULL OF CHANGE THAT NO ONE SEES
CLOCK MAKES A FOOL OF HISTORY
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JH: Well Sean’s already in the ring, so let’s get this thing started.

O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards the crowd. Behind him sprouts a waterfall of red and gold pyrotechnics. After the pyrotechnics come to an end, it signals the big man to begin his descent to the ring. He walks on down the aisle, the fans booing and jeering the former champion. Jim remains indifferent, cold even. O'Brien reaches his destination and glares into the ring toward Sean James, who simply glares back, beckoning Jim into the ring.

JH: This one’s gonna be explosive -- Hey!

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The fans instantly jeer as 'Orion' by July of Kings begins to play. 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod emerges from the entrance wearing his wrestling attire and a black TNT t-shirt. He stands in the centre of the staging, looking out at the capacity crowd before placing his hands on his hips leading to a subtle smirk on Orion's face.

JH: What the hell’s he doing here?

Jim turns to see his nemesis taking up position on the stage and the two become embroiled in a rage filled stare down.

JH: He’s got no business being out here.

TM: Yeah, go back to Slam!

JH: Not what I meant.

For a moment it looks as if Jim is going to make a break for Orion, but a forearm comes flying over the top rope and cracks Jim in the back of the head!

TM: HA! Genius.

JH: Well that’s not very sportsmanlike.

TM: Match ain’t started yet so who cares.

Sean reaches over the top rope and fires fists and forearms into Jimbo’s head and face. Jim flops toward the ring and is “helped” in by the Black Knight. He tumbles to the canvas and takes a barrage of quick, hard boots to his head and chest area, Sean James gripping onto the top rope for extra leverage as Logan Black tries to pry him away.

Meanwhile, Orion makes his way toward the ring, stepping down to the floor as he reaches it and rounding the squared circle toward the announcers desk.

JH: Where’s he going?

TM: Act nice, he’s coming this way.

Orion takes a seat at the commentary position, scooping up a spare set of headphones and placing them on his head.

Orion: Gentlemen.

JH: And why are we graced with your presence.

Orion: I’m just here to watch some quality wrestling. Problem?

JH: *grumbles* Not at all.

Finally Jim manages to swat away his attacker, with a little help from Logan who backs Sean across the ring. He talks him down out of his rage and them moves to signal to little Timmy to start the match, but as he does so Sean bolts past him and charges Jimbo!

DING, DING!

JH: LARIOTTOOOOOOOH!!!


The rising Jim doesn’t stand a chance as James takes him right back down with a lariat. He reaches down and takes him by the head, dragging him back up and slapping a chop across his chest before whipping him across the ring. As the big man returns, James is ready to -- NO! Jim ducks under his waiting arms and pops up behind him! Sean spins, right into a Big Boot -- NO! Sean dodges and grabs the leg, pulling Jim in and throwing him over his head with a snapping…

JH: CAPTURE SUPLEXUUUUGHHH!!!

Orion: Quite a letdown so far wouldn’t you say, really?

TM: If you say so…

April jumps up and down in excitement, much to Moore’s enjoyment as Proctor watches on with the pride of a son watching his father work. Jim rolls to the side and moves a hand to his head, but doesn’t have much time to think about things as Sean gets straight back to it, ricocheting off the ropes and driving the point of his knee into the slowly rising Jim’s head!

TM: Da-yam. Sean ain’t messing around tonight.

Jim hits the canvas again but only for a moment as Sean moves round and takes him by the head, once more dragging him to his feet, but Jim fights back! He fires a right hand across Sean’s face, staggering the Knight backwards and giving Jim the room to breath. He comes in with another -- NO! Sean ducks under and switches behind him, wrapping his arms around Jim’s waist and taking him over with a…

JH: GERMAN SUPLEXUUUGHHH!!!

Orion: Are you going to do that all match long?

JH: Yes.

Jim’s head and shoulders crumple into the canvas as Sean releases his hold, quickly getting back to his feet. Jimbo rolls onto all fours but soon feels Sean’s hand grasping at the back of his head, dragging him up into a reverse chancery and quickly dropping him back down with a Reverse DDT!

TM: This could be over quick, Sean’s going for the pin!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO -- Kickout!
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Kickout with authority as Sean is tossed half way across the ring, and the look on Jim’s face says it all.

JH: Oh oh, he’s mad now.

Orion: I wonder if he feels lucky…

Not happy with being tossed around for the past few minutes, Jim sits himself up and shakes away the cartoon birdies, before looking round at the miffed James. Sean is already getting to his feet as Jim starts to take to his, and it’s only a matter of seconds before the Black Knight is coming back for more. Jim is at his knees when Sean reaches down to haul him back up, but Jimbo fires back with a hard right to Sean’s gut!

JH: Hooo, damn! That one was a winder.

TM: What does that even mean?

JH: It winded him, dumbass.

TM: You can’t just stick words together and pray they make sense.

JH: Why not, you…smelly…pirate hooker.

Moore’s buccaneering whoreness aside, Sean James staggers backwards from that winding blow. But Jim doesn’t relent, he grabs Sean by the waist of his jeans and brings him back for another hard blow to the gut, and anther, and another, before hauling himself up to his feet and launching a stiff knee into James’ gut!

JH: Here comes Jim!

Orion: No need for Sean James to worry, Jim’s been playing a little too much Xbox to be competitive.

He takes Sean’s wrist and tosses him into the corner, smashing him into the buckles before following in with a Leaping Knee to the spine!

TM: Argh, that’s not good for the back.

Sean reaches round and tires to push his spinal column back into place, but Jim’s right there laying in a few well placed knife edges to hinder his success, before wrapping an arm around his neck in a reverse chancery fashion and dropping Sean’s back across his exposed knee!

JH: Sean had a strong start, but Jim’s taking back the advantage.

TM: But how long can he keep it?

Sean flops to the canvas and Jimbo begins to cart him back toward the centre of the ring, only for the Knight to fire back with a crafty kick to the head. Jim loses his grip and staggers backward, allowing Sean to roll to the side and gather his bearings for a spilt second before using the ropes to help him to his feet. But here’s Jim! He pushes Sean into the ropes and whips him off -- NO! Sean reverse -- NO! Jim ploughs through him with a…

JH: LARIOTOOOOHHHH!!!

Jim pulls James back up and once more throws him toward the ropes, this time with no complications as he comes rebounding back and straight into an Arn Anderson style…

JH: SPINEBUSTAAAHHHHH!!!

Once again Sean’s back is in pain as he crashes to the canvas, and Jim quickly goes for a cover…

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!! -- Kickout!
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Jim doesn’t argue, instead taking Sean by the head and hauling him up to his feet. He takes his arm and whips him toward the ropes -- NO! Sean reverses again -- NO! Jim throws the arm out to take his head off, only for Sean to duck underneath! Jim spins round and takes a boot to the gut before being whipped out toward the ropes! He comes back, straight into the…

JH: SPINEBUSTAAHHH SLAMUUUGHHH!!!

TM: It’s the battle of the Spinebusters!

This time it’s Jim’s turn to feel the pain of backache as his spine is pushed into his ribcage. Sean takes the down time to relax and catch his breath before continuing his onslaught.

JH: What a match already, it’s been intense back and forth attacking from both these men.

Orion: Did you know that Jim’s hobby is knitting?

JH: I had heard that somewhere.

April bangs on the apron, cheering her man on as he rolls toward the ropes and takes to a knee. Jim is still on his back, but stirring nonetheless as Sean glances from him to the turnbuckles. A devious glint in his eye and James is off toward the corner, quickly stepping onto the apron before ascending the ropes, but Jim is getting up! April and Rick call out to their man but it only serves to draw his attention away from the rising monster, and by the time he looks back O’Brien is barrelling towards him, kicking his legs away and crotching him on the top rope.

JH: Oooh, April’s not gonna like that.

TM: I’m willing to fill in while Sean is injured.

JH: I’m sure your waaaay down near the bottom on the list of replacements.

Orion: Yeah, behind me!

Jim steps up onto the bottom rope, steadying Sean’s head in one hand as he uses the other to strike him across the face. Sean is rocked as the giant steps up a level to the second rope and wraps his arms around the Knight.

JH: This is gonna hurt.

TM: Worse then the crotching?

JH: …Possibly.

Sean tries to fight his way out of the predicament, firing back elbows into the side of Jim’s temple, but the monster of TNT is relentless and finally manages to throw James over his head with a…

JH: SUPER BELLEEE TO BELLLEEEEEAAAGHHHH!!!

James crashed into the canvas more then halfway across the ring and Jim comes tumbling after, the crowd cheering despite the heelness of both wrestlers.

JH: Can Jim capitalize on such a huge move?

He’s trying to, shaking off the cobwebs induced by Sean’s flurry of back elbows as he drags himself up and across the ring. He covers and hooks the leg…

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!

THR -- Kickout!
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Jim looks a little peeved by his lack of a three and let’s Logan know with a harsh glare, but he carries on regardless. He takes to his feet and spots the lovely Miss Lynn stepping up onto the apron out of the corner of his eye as Logan dashes in to check on Sean. April beckons Jim toward her, slowly unzipping her top to reveal, well, if you don’t know what’s under a girl’s top you need to get out more.

TM: Wow, cleavage-ville!

JH: Oh please, that’s the oldest trick in the book, why is Jim taking any notice?

Orion: ‘Cos he’s a man, duh! Granted not a real man like me but you get my drift.

JH: *sigh*

Jim takes the bait, and can you really blame him? But the giant has no intention of being fooled without getting something out of it. With Logan still conveniently checking on the downed Knight, Jim approaches the ropes and reaches out to grab April by the head. He drags her in, puckers up and…flies backwards in absolute pain!?

JH: What the?

TM: April’s boobs! They somehow repel giants!

Jim rubs frantically at his eyes as Logan spins around to see what’s going on, but only sees the wailing Jim as April has already disappeared from the apron.

JH: Can we get a replay, and a close up maybe?

TM: Oh yes, zoom in, zoom in!

The TNTron plays the scene over, this time zoomed in on Jim’s advances on April. And there it is, she whips it out from her pocket as quick as a flash…

JH: Mace!? She maced him? Oh come on.

TM: Hehe, Ref didn’t see it, didn’t happen.

Orion: But it did and now we’ll see if Sean can take advantage.

Sean begins a groggy ascent, looking slightly puzzled as he watches Jim flailing about, but he’s no fool. Sean scrambles up as quickly as he can and ploughs a hard boot into Jim’s gut, doubling him over as he under-hooks his arms, hauls him up and spins him into the…

JH: BLACK VELVETUUUGHHHH!!!

Sean covers for the pin…

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!






NO!
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Whether it’s sheer force of will or the convulsions from having your eyeballs soaked in mace we may never know, but Jim throw his shoulders up and rolls instinctively toward the ropes.

JH: Close call for Jim, where’s he going now?

Orion: He doesn’t want to go close to Rick Proctor, he might try to hug him again!

The big man rolls out of the ring and grabs a bottle of water from some random kid, dousing his eyes in it as he attempts to wash away the pain. He blinks about a hundred times in quick succession to try and regain his focus, a sigh of relief escaping his lips…as Sean slides his feet into his back!

TM: Baseball Slide!

Jim falls forward into the barricade, his bottle going flying into the crowd never to be seen again as Sean gets to his feet behind him. The Knight comes out swinging, firing forearms into the back of Jim’s head and directing him back toward the ring, but Jimmy has other ideas as he spins round with an errant elbow and catches Sean off guard, teetering him backwards before grabbing his hand and whipping him back first into the steel ring steps!

JH: Oooh, remember that beating Sean’s back took earlier? Those steps ain’t gonna help.

Jim takes a few moments to get his head straight, before moving past Sean and making his way up the steps. As he gets to the top he reaches down and plucks Sean out of his stooper, wrapping his arms around his neck and hauling up in a Tazzmission!

JH: Argh! He’s hanging Sean with a Tazzmission, his legs are dangling, it’s sick to watch.

TM: So don’t watch.

JH: It’s kinda my job to watch.

Orion: Stop bickering!

Jim holds him there for a few moments, though they feel like minutes, before hurtling him back over his head with a…

JH: HELLSPLEXUUUGHHHHH!!!

TM: Off the steps! Holy Shit!

A sentiment echoed by the crowd as Sean crumples into a ball of agony on the ringside mats. April rushes to his side as Jim slowly makes his way down the steps toward his fallen prey.

JH: That’s gotta be all she wrote for Sean.

TM: Pftt, he’s the Black Knight, he’s taken worse falls then that, he can get back up. Come on, get up already.

Orion: Come on Sean!

JH: Sounding a little nervous there Orion?

Orion doesn’t respond for now and April gets to her feet as Jim enters the scene, mouthing off in the face of the big man as Proctor sidles up beside her.

JH: Not a good idea, April.

TM: Relax, Rick’s there to protect her.

Jim simply smiles at the insults hurled his way and turns his attention back on James, hauling him up and tossing him back into the ring. He moves to follow, only to be distracted by Orion who has risen from his seat and is brandishing insults at the big man.

JH: Woah, hey, somebody get him outta here.

TM: Let ‘em go at it.

JH: We’re in the middle of a match here!

Jim and Orion share some rather unfriendly words as Logan darts to the outside and tries to separate the two. It seems to work as Oldriod steps back toward the desk and takes a swig of his water.

JH: Phew, that could of escalated.

TM: I think it just did.

Just as Jim goes to turn back to the ring, Orion lets rip with a gob full of H20, right in the big man’s face! Jim swings at him but Orion dodges out of the way, and Logan Black dives between the two and throws up his fingers in a count.

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TWO

THREE
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Jim hesitates, realising that he’s gonna get counted out if he goes after Orion, and heads back toward the ring.

TM: Awww.

Orion: Smart man, he doesn’t want to get in my face I’ll tell you.

JH: I think his leaving had more to do with the referee’s count but I won’t argue with you.

Jim slides back in, and takes a hard boot to the head!

JH: Sean’s up!

TM: The distraction worked like a charm.

He fired several boots into the back of Jim’s head before reaching down and dragging him up to his feet. He takes his wrist and whips him off toward the ropes, Jim rebounds right into the…

JH: KNIGHT FAAAAAA --

CRACK!

On his way up onto Sean’s shoulders, one of Jim’s tree like legs flails out and accidentally cracks Logan across his jaw! The ref staggers backwards and tumbles through the ropes to the unproductive mats on the outside. Orion grins.

Orion: What a crying shame…

JH: Oh crap, I don’t like where this is heading.

Sean pauses as he watches Logan fall out of the ring, but his hesitation costs him as Jim manages to wriggle free of the move! He spins Sean to face him and sticks his boot deep into the Black Knight’s gut, doubling him over as he hooks him up for the…

JH: EFF BOMBUUUGHHHHHHH!!!

Not once, but twice Sean James is pummelled into the canvas with that devastating Powerbomb. Jim pins, but of course, there’s no ref.

TM: Well that was predictable. Let’s all try and guess what happens next. Yep, there he goes.

Orion sprints toward the turnbuckles and scales them from the outside, perching himself on the top rope before -- being spotted by Jim! Like a deer in the headlights, Orion freezes as the big man approaches, but eventually comes to his senses enough to throw himself at the big feller with a Hurricanrana -- NO! Jim caught him, and plants him into the canvas with a Powerbo -- NO! Sean is up once more and ploughs into Jim from behind with a flying forearm smash! Jim stumbles forward and Orion drops to safety, though the former Slam!mer seems to be a tad dazed and confused as his feet hit canvas. Jim spins round into a boot from Sean. He hauls him up onto his shoulders in a crucifix position and…

JH: BLACK TUESDAAAAAAA -- WHAT THE…!?

The groggy Orion throws a lighting quick boot into what he believes is Jim’s face, but it turns out to be Sean’s!

TM: That idiot Superkicked Sean!

Sean tumbles back to the canvas, freeing Jimbo as Orion looks on with an expression of “oh crap” plastered on his face. He bails from the ring, straight into Rick Proctor!

JH: It’s all kicking off now.

Orion legs it around the ring, closely pursued by Proctor before vaulting a barrier and disappearing into the crowd with the Predator right on his tail.

Meanwhile, Jim is climbing back to his feet, like wise is Sean but at a slower rate, and luckily, here’s the ref. Logan clambers back into the ring as Jimmy turns to Sean and hauls him up to verticality, firing a knee into his gut to double him over and once again he hauls Sean up onto his shoulders, slamming him into the canvas not once, but twice!

JH: My God, that’s four Powerbombs Sean’s taken from Jim tonight, that’s gotta be it!

Jim drops into the cover…

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Orion comes flying back over the barriers and lands at ringside, Proctor no where to be seen.

[align=center]TWO![/align]

He spies the pin in the ring and makes a dash for it!

[align=center]THREE![/align]

He’s too late to do anything about it as Logan counts the three and Jim picks up the win!

MA: Here is your winner, JIM O BREIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!

JH: Despite his best efforts, Orion couldn’t derail Jim here tonight.

TM: Orion, what have you just done????

“Ling in the Sand” hits the speakers as Jim gets to his feet and spies his nemesis standing at ring side. He moves toward the ropes and takes a hold of the top cables, staring down at Orion as he stares back up at him. April moves into the ring and drags her baby toward the walkway, moving him out of harms way just in case it all kicks off.

TM: Now, the match is over, let ‘em rip each other apart.

The stare down continues for what seems like an age, before Orion backs off and heads back up the side of the walkway, his eyes fixed on Jim still in the ring.

TM: Aww, what a rip.

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JH: And now, ladies and gentleman, it is time for the final encounter of the night. The Dual Crown Championship, the big prize, it's up for grabs.

TM: And Dante's so beat down, he won't even be able to reach for it!

JH: We're about to see just what Dante can do.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit and is for the DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!!

JH: These fans are ready for one hell of a match.

TM: I know what you mean. I’m ready for Dante to get his ass kicked again.

JH: I think the challenger deserves a little more credit than that.

TM: Let’s see, he’s got a bad head injury, he’s got to watch his back for Nadia and Kennedy, and oh let’s not forget he’s wrestling possibly the greatest champion Full Intensity Wrestling has EVER seen.

JH: The cards certainly don’t seem to be in Dante’s favor, but one thing he won’t do is lay down and die.

TM: Well he should start thinking about it.

The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a frenzy. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the stage. The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring. Reaching the ring apron he walks to the corner then climbs the turnbuckle and throws his arm up to the roaring crowd. Dante hops into the ring and tosses his sunglasses into the hysteric mass of people then waits for the match to start.

MA: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California. Standing in at 6 feet and 2 inches and weighing 255 pounds. He is the challenger… DANTE COOOOOOOLLLEEES!!

TM: Look at that shiner. It goes well with the big bandage on his forehead.

JH: Both of those are courtesy Nadia and Kennedy.

TM: Have I mentioned how hot those two are?

JH: No, I don’t think you have. Care to tell us again?

TM: Nah, don’t wanna sound like King or anything.

[align=center]The lights dim as A Perfect Circle‘s “Passive” hits the speakers.

“Dead as dead can be, my doctor tells me
But I just can’t believe him, ever the optimistic one
I’m sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy”
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JH: There’s the Dual Crown Champion, accompanied as usual by Hiro.

TM: Don’t even try to say he’ll have some sort of impact on the match.

[align=center]The crowd begins their jeering in anticipation of Maclay’s arrival, and it grows in volume as he steps out onto the stage, Dual Crown belts glinting in the lights as they rest upon his shoulders. He pauses for a moment to look around the arena, sneering at the fans as they let him know exactly how they feel about him.[/align]

JH: You have to wonder if Nadia and Kennedy will make an appearance.

TM: I could go for another visit from those two. How hot was Kennedy when she was telling the truth about Dante?

JH: That was HARDLY the truth. I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but she seems to have quickly forgotten who her friends are.

TM: I don’t know what’s gotten into her but she sure did get into Nadia’s pants and man did that look great!

[align=center]“Wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe
Someday I will walk away and say, “You disappoint me,”
Maybe you’re better off this way”


The jeers intensify as Maclay’s dark master looms out of the shadows behind him, his hood covering the best part of his face as he ignores the crowd’s criticism. Both men make their way up the walkway, slow and deliberate like the song that plays them to the ring. As they reach the squared circle Maclay sits on the ropes and allows his sensei entry, before following him in and heading for the nearest corner, ascending it as the crowd jeer him on. He drops back down to the canvas and shares a few words with the old man, before Hiro heads to ringside and the champ moves his focus to his upcoming opponent.
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MA: And introducing from Essex, England. Standing in at 6 feet and 2 inches and weighing 242 pounds. He is the DUAL CROWN CHAMPION… CHRIS MAAACLAAAAAAY!!

TM: Somebody tell Anderson to show Maclay a little more respect. He should be announced as THE GREATEST CHAMPION IN THE HISTORY OF TNT!!

JH: I’m sure there’s Silent Rage fans out there who would beg to differ.

TM: Bah. Shortest title reign ever, even shorter than Whippet’s!

[align=center]DING! DING! DING![/align]

Tony Clarke calls for the bell and this match is under way. Maclay and Dante stand just out of their respective corners with their eyes locked on each other. Slowly both men start to circle the ring, Maclay points at Dante and talks some trash, and Dante talks some right back.

TM: Well this is rather boring.

JH: Maclay just let Dante know what he thought about him and I don’t think Mr. Coles took too kindly to it.

The trash talk is over and Maclay comes charging in and quickly gets nailed with a right hand. Maclay fires back with a right of his own, Dante fires back with a right, Maclay hits another right and so does Dante. Maclay staggers a bit and Dante throws a heavy fist into Maclay’s jaw, but he steps aside and drives his knee into Dante’s gut. Maclay sizes Dante up then UNLOADS a stiff right hand into the bandaged head of Dante and quickly follows with another STIFF shot to the forehead. Dante staggers back into the corner and Maclay keeps up the attack, nailing stiff shot after stiff shot.

JH: There goes Maclay targeting Dante’s head.

TM: Hey if he keeps this up, maybe he’ll bust those stitches just like Kennedy did last week. Have I mentioned how hot that was?

JH: Yes, get over it.

Maclay throws a HARD elbow into Dante’s forehead, but Dante comes right back with a right hand to Maclay’s jaw! Both men trade punches again, rights from Maclay and rights from Dante. Maclay gets rocked and staggers backward. Dante quickly mounts an attack, throwing quick punch after quick punch backing Maclay across the ring into the opposite corner. Dante lunges in with an elbow, but Maclay dodges and throws Dante into the turnbuckles. Maclay follows with another right hand BUT DANTE EXPLODES FROM THE CORNER WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!

JH: LAAARRRIIIAAATTTOOOHHH!!

Maclay pops up to his feet and GETS TAKEN DOWN BY A HARD RIGHT HAND!!

JH: Down goes Maclay!

TM: Shut up! That was a cheap shot from Dante!

Maclay pops up a second time and GETS HAMMERED WITH A RIGHT HAND!!

JH: Three times up and three times down for the champ!

Maclay is up yet again, albeit a little slower this time. Dante helps him up the rest of the way and backs him against the ropes then whips him off, but Maclay reverses…NO! Dante short arms Maclay and pulls him RIGHT INTO A REVERSE ELBOW!!

JH: And AGAIN…

TM: Shut up, Hitchen. Maclay’s already back on his feet.

JH: And Dante is right back on him. So far things haven’t been looking so good for the champ.

Dante whips Maclay across the ring into the far ropes. Maclay rebounds RIGHT INTO A CLOTHESLINE…NO!! He ducks under the lariat from Dante and spins the half Samoan around. Maclay boots Dante in the gut and rolls him over into a reverse front facelock. Maclay swings his right leg over BUT DANTE STRAIGHTENS UP AND HOOKS MACLAY THEN HEAVES HIM OVER WITH A CAPTURE SUPLEX!!

JH: CAAAAAPPPPTTTTTCCCHHHHUUUUUUHHHH!!

Dante gets to his feet quickly, pulling Maclay to his as well. He pushes Maclay against the ropes then whips him off. Maclay hits the opposite ropes and rebounds, JUST ducking under a lariat, and reaching back grabbing Dante by the head and SNAPPING HIM DOWN WITH A NECKBREAKER!! Both men are on the canvas for a few seconds, working up to their feet.

TM: Doesn’t matter what Dante does to Maclay, the champ is gonna come right back like nothing happened.

JH: I’m not denying Maclay’s ability, and I’m certainly not denying his chances to retain considering the state Dante is in, but if he thinks Dante is going to lay down for him then he’s sorely mistaken.

Both men have made it to their feet, but Maclay is just a step faster, slapping a side headlock on. He just clamps the hold on WHEN DANTE LIFTS HIM UP AND DROPS MACLAY BACK ONTO THE CANVAS!!

JH: SUUUUUPLEEEXXXUUUUHHH!!

TM: For crying out loud. How the hell is he even going? Doesn’t he have like brain mush or something?

JH: I think he’s going on pure anger right now. As far as we know, he could be picturing Kennedy in that ring.

TM: That’s disturbing… really disturbing.

Dante is up first, but Maclay isn’t far behind. He fires a quick right into the side of Maclay’s head and then another before stepping back and bouncing himself off the ropes. Dante rebounds, building up a head of steam as he charges at Maclay, but the Essex Beast steps out of the way AND THROWS DANTE OVER THE TOP ROPE!! Dante rolls across the floor, banging into the announce desk.

TM: Ha! Now that’s more like it.

JH: The challenger just got sent up and over the top rope and his spine just cracked into our announce table here.

TM: And here comes the Dual Crown Champion.

Maclay is on the floor, quickly circling the ring as Dante struggles up to his feet. Maclay grabs Dante around the head and THROWS HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS!!

JH: What the hell is that?

TM: That would be the sound of Dante’s skull hitting metal.

JH: Dante’s already got stitches in his head thanks to Kennedy and Nadia.

Maclay pulls Dante off the floor, dragging him by the head over to the announce desk. The Essex native scoops Dante up and DROPS HIM CHEST AND FACE FIRST ACROSS THE ANNOUNCE DESK! TC threatens the champ with a count-out prompting Maclay to roll into the ring. He quickly rolls back out to the floor though when the count is broken. Maclay pulls Dante off the announce desk, grabbing him by the neck and the waist of his pants THEN SENDS HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING POST!!

JH: AH COME ON NOW!

TM: What is your problem? There’s nothing illegal about that.

JH: What?! He just threw the man head first into the damn ring post! How is that NOT illegal?

TM: Hey, you don’t see Tony Clarke having a baby over this.

TC isn’t having a baby but he surely doesn’t approve as Maclay rolls Dante into the ring. Dante rolls across the canvas and Maclay slides into the ring after him, quickly jumping onto Dante and covering…

TM: The champ has Dante pinned.



[align=center]ONE!!



TWO!!...KICKOUT
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JH: Only a two count.

TM: Bah, that was a slow count. Let’s get a new ref.

Maclay is back on his feet, pulling Dante to his. He drags Dante by the neck to the nearest turnbuckle and SLAMS his head off the turnbuckle. Dante slumps into the corner leaving himself open to get kicked in the gut. Maclay follows up with a STIFF punch to Dante’s bandaged head.

TM: The champ seems to have this one under control now. I’d say you could expect a Spin Cycle any second and the one, two, three.

JH: I’d say you’re wrong about that because here comes Dante!

Dante FIRES out of the corner, landing a HARD right hand into Maclay’s cheek. Maclay staggers mostly from the shock but comes right back! He backs Maclay up with right hand after right hand, but Maclay stops his momentum dead with a hard driving knee to the gut. Maclay whips Dante across the ring into the opposite ropes. Dante rebounds narrowly ducking a clothesline from Maclay. He hits the other set of ropes as Maclay spins around. Maclay throws another clothesline but Dante ducks that as well, hitting the far ropes again. He rebounds RIGHT INTO A STIFF JUMPING KNEE FROM MACLAY!!

TM: Another shot to Dante’s big head. If he takes anymore hits like that, some stitches and a black eye are going to be the least of his worries.

JH: Maclay landed some stiff strikes through this fight but so far Dante hasn’t been too hurt, not that he’s let on anyways.

Maclay goes into a mount, landing a succession of four right hands to Dante’s forehead. He gets to his feet and hauls Dante up into a front face lock. Maclay hoists Dante up and drops him back with a vertical suplex. Maclay pops back to his feet and climbs the nearest turnbuckle with Dante down on the canvas. Maclay measures him up then leaps off, DRIVING HIS FIST INTO DANTE’S HEAD!!

TM: KNUCKLE DUUUUSTUUUUUHH!!

JH: HE’S BUSTED THOSE STITCHES OPEN!!

TM: It’s not as sexy as when Kennedy did it. Did I mention…

JH: YES!! Now get off it!

Hiro watches on approvingly as his protégé goes into a cover, hooking Dante’s leg. TC drops to the mat and smacks the canvas…

[align=center]ONE!!

TWO!!...DANTE KICKS OUT!!
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JH: Another two count for the champ before Dante kicked out.

TM: Maclay’s covering again though!

[align=center]ONE!!

TWO!!...KICKOUT!
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JH: Another kickout by the challenger.

Maclay doesn’t really care about the two previous kickouts because he’s pressing Dante’s shoulders down again and re-hooking his leg.

[align=center]ONE!!

TWO!!...KICKOUT AGAIN!!
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JH: Three pin attempts and three kickouts for Dante.

TM: The way he’s bleeding right now, I don’t think he’ll be kicking out of anything the longer this match goes on.

Maclay is back on his feet, pulling Dante up as well. He backs Dante into the corner and HAMMERS a right hand into the open wound on Dante’s head. Maclay blasts Dante’s bleeding head with three more shots before pulling him out of the corner. Dante hits a quick elbow to Maclay’s nose stunning him for a second. He whips Maclay, but Maclay reverses and shoots Dante off into the ropes. He rebounds right into a sleeper hold. Maclay forces his weight onto Dante’s back dropping him to his knees while Maclay clamps the hold on tighter.

TM: Eww! That’s sick!! Look at the way the blood is seeping out of that cut now!

JH: I’d rather not, thanks.

TM: Come on, just give it a little look. You gotta look just once.

JH: Ok, just once…EW!!

TM: I told you!

With Maclay’s weight on his back, the blood loss, and the sleeper locked in tight, Dante is quickly fading. In fact, Dante’s arms are dangling limply at his sides. TC slaps Dante’s hand a few times but gets no response. He raises Dante’s arm in the air and holds it there for a second before it drops on it’s own back at Dante’s side. TC indicates that this is “one time” for those who can’t count that high. He raises the arm again, holding it in the air for a second before it drops back to Dante’s side. TC indicates this time that it’s “two times” again for those who can’t count that high.

TM: Here it comes. When’s the last time we saw somebody win with a sleeper hold? This has to be like a momentous occasion, I’m sure.

TC raises the arm again, holding it in the air before letting it fall back to Dante’s side. TC indicates that this is…NO!! DANTE’S ARM SHOOTS STRAIGHT INTO THE AIR!! Didn’t see it coming, at least Maclay didn’t because he looks shocked. Just go with it.

JH: DANTE’S NOT DONE YET!!

TM: But Maclay is.

Maclay hauls Dante to a standing position, sleeper hold still locked on, THEN HEAVES DANTE BACKWARDS CRAMMING HIS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!!

TM: SUUUUUUPLEEEEEEXXXXUUUUUUHHHH!!

JH: ARGH!! HE JUST CRUSHED DANTE’S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!!

With a Dante’s body crumpled in a heap, all his weight bearing down on his own neck, and the canvas stained read around his head, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out this is bad. Maclay unfolds Dante’s body and sprawls out over him with a cover.



[align=center]ONE!!



TWO!!



THRE—NOOO!! KICKOUT!!
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Maclay looks at TC in disbelief. No, wait, that’s not disbelief, that look says “What the fuck are you doing you inept son of a bitch, that was three!!” No time to argue though, so Maclay pulls Dante up to his feet and whips him HARD into the corner. Maclay runs in and CRUSHES Dante with a lariat, snapping his head back and sending some blood flying into the first couple of rows. Maclay SMACKS a right hand off Dante’s head, and another, and another, and one more for good measure. Maclay gets right in Dante’s face, screaming at him, asking him if he wants to be champ. Maclay climbs to the second turnbuckle to get a better vantage point for raining down those STIFF right hands into Dante’s skull.

JH: Every one of those punches just opens the wound more and more. If Dante loses much more blood, he might very well just pass out.

TM: Stop trying to cheapen this for Maclay!

JH: I wasn’t!

TM: LIES!! BOW DOWN TO THE GREATEST CHAMPION EEEVVVUUUUUHHHH!!

JH: No.

Again Maclay asks Dante if he wants to be champ, all the while clubbing Dante’s crimson soaked face. At least that’s what he’s doing until Dante hooks Maclay around the legs and walks him out of the corner and drops him back SMACKING HIS FACE OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!!

JH: OUCH!! Maclay just ate the turnbuckle!

TM: But both men are down. Dante’s bleeding badly don’t forget, so it’s not like he’s the best of shape either.

JH: That’s true, but this could be the opening Dante needs to get back into this.

Maclay is getting back to his feet but so is Dante. Both men are up and facing off once again with Dante taking the lead and hitting Maclay with some of his own hard right hands.

TM: Both men are up.

JH: And Dante is back on the attack. Come on Dante, you gotta get yourself back in this one.

Dante hammers and hammers and hammers away at Maclay’s face backing him into the ropes. Dante whips Maclay, but he reverses and sends Dante in the ropes. Dante rebounds and GETS BEHEADED…NO!! He ducks the clothesline attempt. Both men hit opposite set of ropes and meet in the middle TAKING EACH OTHER DOWN WITH A LARIAT!!

JH: DOUBLE LAAAAAARRRIIIIAAAAATTTOOOOOHHS!!

TM: AHH!! They just took each other’s heads off!

JH: That was a hell of a collision. Both men hit the canvas hard, their heads snapping off the mat.

TC checks on Dante and gets nothing. He checks on Maclay, and gets the same. With no other choice, TC starts to count both men down.

1

2


Maclay is moving.

3

4


Dante starts to stir while Maclay is crawling toward the ropes.

5

6


Dante rolls to the ropes, grabbing hold of the middle one.

7

8


Maclay is pulling himself up.

9

Dante is pulling himself up as well.

JH: Both men are back up, but neither seems to be aware of what’s going on right now.

Maclay makes his way towards Dante. Slightly dazed, Dante staggers off the ropes right into Maclay who THROWS DANTE BACKWARDS WITH A SUPLEX!!

TM: EXPLOOOOOOODAAAHHHHHHHH!!

Maclay hurries to his feet. He hauls Dante up, throwing him into the turnbuckles and wailing on him with right hands. Dante slumps down in the corner as the fists rain down on him.

JH: The champ is all over Dante. That exploder certainly took the wind out of Dante and Maclay is capitalizing on that right here.

TM: Damn right he is. That’s why he’s the champ.

Maclay throws a hard shot but Dante blocks it!! Dante fights back, lunging out of the corner and cracking his elbow hard off Maclay’s face. Maclay finds his feet quickly but Dante is right there. He grabs Maclay by the wrist and yanks him out of the corner, then spins around and whips Maclay back into the corner SENDING HIM OVER THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR!!

TM: Aw crap!

JH: Wow!! Maclay got shot over the top rope and… yeah, it looks like he might be hurt!

TM: What the hell is wrong with you getting all excited about that?!

Maclay is on his feet on the outside, clutching his right elbow. He circles around toward the announce desk BUT DANTE IS THERE TO LEVEL HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!

JH: HAAAAARD lariat from Dante.

TM: Yeah and Maclay’s head just smacked into the ring apron. This is not good.

Dante pulls Maclay up THEN SMACKS HIS FACE OFF THE ANNOUNCE DESK!!

JH: A little closer to the action than I’d like to be.

TM: What’re you gonna do, run away? Go on then, run like a little girl.

Dante rolls Maclay back into the ring and follows after him before TC gets on his case. He gets to his feet and hauls Maclay to a standing position before whipping him into the ropes. Dante ducks his head down, but Maclay spots it early AND DRILLS DANTE’S BLEEDING SKULL INTO THE CANVAS!!

JH: Dante looked to be going for a back body drop…

TM: But Chris was all over that and hit that wicked DDT.

Maclay shakes his arm loose and goes back on the attack. He crosses the ring toward Dante but gets a boot to the gut AND SPIKED INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT!!

JH: DEE DEE TEEEEEEUHH!!

TM: Damn him!! Stupid caramelicious bastard!! Err, I mean…

JH: DANTE HAS THE COVER!!



[align=center]ONE!!



TWO!



TH—NOO!! MACLAY KICKS OUT!!
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Dante gets up to his feet and pulls Maclay up but Maclay ROCKS DANTE WITH A STIFF RIGHT!! The big Samoan staggers backwards into the ropes AND MACLAY TAKES HIM OVER WITH A LARIAT CRASHING BOTH MEN DOWN TO THE MAT!!

JH: The action is back on the outside.

TM: Well there’s not a whole lot of action since they’re both kind of laying on the floor.

Maclay is back on his feet and clearing off the announce desk, much to Thomas and Jonathan’s dislike. TC isn’t too happy about it either, as he’s leaning through the ropes and giving Maclay one hell of a talking to. Grr, fear the dreaded talking to!

JH: Oh come on, what the hell are you doing?

TM: Shut up, Hitchen. Leave the man alone, he’s at work. Do you see him coming to your job and bugging you while you work?

JH: Hello, commentating here. Idiot.

Maclay pulls Dante to his feet only to smack his bloody face off the announce desk. He leans Dante back, cracking him in the forehead with an elbow. Maclay starts to climb the announce desk with Dante already leaning halfway across it. He gets to his feet, pulling Dante up as well.

JH: This is gonna be bad.

TM: I know I was joking on your earlier, but would you join me if I decided to run?

JH: I’d be right behind you little buddy.

With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!!

TM: AH MI DIOS!!

JH: OH MY GOD!!

TM: I just said that!

JH: Shut up. FALL FROM GRACE!! FALL FROM GRACE THROUGH OUR DESK!!

Dante and Maclay are laid out at the feet of Hitchen and Moore. The crowd is through the roof, cheering wildly for the mild carnage. TC is leaning against the ropes, checking both men from his vantage point and counting them out of the ring. We’ll see he’s around, 6 now.

7

8

9


Dante starts to stir.

10

11

12


Maclay starts to stir.

13

14


Dante is trying to find his feet now.

15

16


He stumbles into the ring apron while Maclay is slowly getting up to his knees.

17

18


Dante manages to roll into the ring and break the count.

JH: Both men look completely out of it, but Dante is back in the ring.

TM: Maclay isn’t far behind though. He’s back on his feet.

JH: He’s wobbling from side to side.

TM: He’s just breaking in his wrestling boots. They’re new.

Maclay staggers toward the ring, climbing onto the apron. Dante is back on his feet, reaching over the ropes and pulling Maclay up. Dante FLINGS Maclay back into the ring over the top rope and lands on him with a cover.



[align=center]ONE!!



TWO!!



THREE!!



NOO!! MACLAY KICKED OUT!!
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Dante rolls off Maclay. He finds his feet, wiping the blood off his face as he stumbles around. Maclay slowly climbs up to his feet and Dante LEVELS HIM…NO!! Maclay ducks a clothesline from Dante. He grabs Dante into a reverse front face lock.

TM: IS IT?! COULD IT BE?! TIME FOR A SPIN CYCLE?!

JH: I think you’re…what the hell?

The lights in the arena begin to flicker. Maclay doesn’t care of notice, he whips Dante around AND PLANTS HIM ON THE CANVAS!!

TM: SPIIIIIN CYYYYYCLLLLUUUUHHH!!

As Dante hits the canvas, the arena is blacked out. The crowd is buzzing with confusion. Maclay has no clue what the hell is going, and even more so where the hell Dante is to cover, not that TC could even see it to count it.

JH: What the hell is going on?

After several moments of complete darkness, Hitchen’s question gets answered. The lights fire back on, everything seeming normal except…

JH: SWYTCH!! SWYTCH IS HERE!!

TM: What the hell?!... and what the hell is he holding?

On the walkway leading to the ring, Swytch is standing. He looks back toward the ring, grinning like a madman and then, he raises his hand.

JH: Is that…?

Dangling from Swytch’s clenched fist is one half of the Dual Crown Championship…the Spirit of Honor title.

JH: HE STOLE THE SOH!... He stole the SoH? Why the hell…?

TM: You ignorant pom. He said he was going to prove he was the worthy contender. If he has half of the DC, then Madison will have no choice but to give him another shot!

JH: GENIUS!!

Maclay doesn’t think so. In fact, Maclay loses all interest in the match at hand, bolting through the ring ropes and up the walkway. Swytch grins widely before turning and taking off through the curtain with Maclay trailing not too far behind.

We're left staring at the curtain Chris Maclay and Swytch have disappeared behind. If we stare long enough, we might be able to see what's happening behind it. Wait, no we won't. So let's check out what's happening in the ring.

JH: I can't believe this. Swytch has just stolen the Spirit of Honor Championship, and Chris Maclay has given chase!

TM: And he has Dante beat! Why didn't he pin him first?!?

JH: I think Chris Maclay has forgotten all about Dante Coles right now.

Back in the ring, Tony Clarke is checking on Dante, trying to make sure he's conscious to continue. Even without an opponent. Because if he's conscious, doesn't it go into a ring-out count? I think so. After a moment of TC's prodding, Dante snaps out of it, picking his head up off the canvas.

JH: And Dante is still with us, folks!

TM: Wait a minute! Are Maclay and Swytch coming back?!

We cut to curtains just in time for them to part open and give us… uh-oh. The newest pair of devils in Full Intensity Wrestling. Immediate boos fill the arena as Kennedy, followed by Nadia, make their way out onto the stage.

JH: Oh God! What are these two doing here?! This is a match!

TM: I didn't hear any complaints from you when Swytch showed up!

JH: Swytch didn't touch a competitor! And I highly doubt Kennedy and Nadia are out here just to watch!

Whether they are or not, Kennedy and Nadia idly make their way down the walkway, quietly discussing something while their eyes are constantly checking over Dante, who's completely oblivious to their arrival. For all he knows, the crowd is booing Chuck E. Cheese who's making his FIW Debut at this precise moment. TC is well aware of their arrival, however. And years on the job has given him the knowledge that two women such as these two, aren't here to take in the show. They're here to steal it!

JH: Come on Dante! Get up!

TM: Yeah, get up and check out these two hawties!

Both ladies make their way into the ring, staring down at the barely conscious Dante. The blood pouring from his forehead likely not doing his fight for conscious much good. Nadia politely asks Kennedy if she wants first shot but Kennedy, being the generous woman she is, wouldn't dare think of taking it from Nadia. A sinister smirk crosses the woman's lips as she rears back and BLASTS DOWN IN THE FACE WITH HER BOOT!!!

JH: Goddammit!

TM: JONATHAN! Never take the Lord's name in vain! You sinner!

The back of Dante's head smashes into the mat and the bell finally rings, ending whatever was left of the "match". Dante instinctively turns himself over to his stomach, a hand reaching back to check on his noggin as Kennedy and Nadia giggle like schoolgirls at the very simple, yet effective, maneuver. The blood from Dante's wound drips onto the white canvas (more of an off-white, really) as he attempts to pull himself to his hands and knees.

SMACK!

A running soccer kick to the face sends Dante flying backwards onto the canvas! Kennedy celebrates her move with her new friend, both having a jolly ole time. You'd think it'd Christmas!

JH: This is just pathetic. All their doing is picking the bones!

TM: Dante wishes they'd touch his--

JH: Don't even go there!

Nadia points down at Dante and says something to Kennedy. Together the women are able to lift his deadweight up. Kennedy positions herself behind him, locking Dante's arms up and leaving him fully exposed (you wish!) to the beating Nadia unleashes onto him! Kicks to the gut and slaps to the face are her choice of attack on her defenseless opponent! She raises his chin into the air and THWACKS him with a hard chop across the chest! A second! A third! A fourth!

JH: I tell you, these two are bitches! I don't care if there's kids watches, that's what these two women are! Bitches!

TM: Jonathan, Jonathan, Jonathan! This is a liberation of women! Stop living in the 1950s!

Unfortunately for Nadia and Kennedy, that fourth chop is what fires the man back into life! He suddenly barrels backwards, SQUASHING KENNEDY INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! The crowd go crazy as he sprints from the corner and BEHEADS NADIA WITH A CLOTHESLINE!

JH: Hell yeah! Dante's still alive!

TM: What the hell?! When did he become freakin' Superman?!

On wobbly legs for a moment, Dante manages to keep his stance. Nadia springs back to her feet, running right into A SPINEBUSTER FROM DANTE!!!! Springing back to his feet, Dante stares down at his assailant, nostrils flaring as his eyes burn down into her. Feeling a hand pull him around, Dante raises his fist and COMES FACE TO FACE WITH KENNEDY! The crowd explode for the right hand to Kennedy… but it doesn't come! Dante hesitates as he stares back at Kennedy, her hands up in surrender!

JH: HIT HER DANTE! KNOCK HER DAMN HEAD OFF!

TM: You're a very violent person! She's a WOMAN!

JH: She's evil!

But Nadia's eviler! Out of nowhere, Nadia nails Dante between the legs with a low blow, doubling the Hardcore Icon over. I don't care how Hardcore you are, that'll double over any man… except maybe Edge. You need them for them to hurt. Annnyways. As Dante takes in the sweet, sweet pain, Kennedy BLASTS HIM WITH A HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!!

JH: Dammit! A low blow from Nadia and now the JFK from Kennedy!

TM: Heh. Just For Kicks, Jonathan.

JH: I thought Dante had it there. But how long can you go when it's two-on-one.

TM: I have no idea, but with those two… I'd LOVE to try!

JH: Ugh. Spare me!

No more fun and games from this devilish duo. Together, they lay the boots to Dante, kicking him in the back, ribs, even head! Anything to cause damage and make sure he stays down! Kennedy drops her knees, grabbing Dante's head and screaming in his face before BLASTING HIM WITH A HARD SLAP!

Meanwhile, the crowd go crazy? Yeah, that's right. The crowd is going crazy! Kennedy, too caught up in talking the trash, is oblivious but Nadia looks around for the problem. Behind her back, someone jumps the barricade and slips into the ring!

TM: JONATHAN!!

JH: No! It can't be!

Nadia spins around and TAKES A BOOT TO THE GUT! The surprise guest grabs Nadia's legs out from under her in a double-leg takedown and falls back, USING A SLINGSHOT TO DISPOSE OF NADIA TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!!

JH: The Tara Takedown! And it is her, Thomas! It's Kailey Fuckin' Lane!

TM: AH! Nadia!!!

Kennedy remains oblivious as Kailey turns her attention on her best friend, the crowd reaching a fever pitch! Kennedy gives Dante one more SLAP to the face before climbing back to her feet and-- TURNING RIGHT INTO KAILEY!!! The crowd go complete silent as the two women are eye to eye. Kailey's eyes narrowed and determined as they burn into Kennedy. Kennedy stares in awe at the woman before her.

TM: Uhhhhhh… HIT HER KENNEDY!!! DO SOMETHING!!!!

But neither woman does anything, just staring eye to eye with one another. Nadia makes her way up the stairs, standing on the walkway in complete shock at what's happening… okay, maybe she's a little more offended at Kailey's rudeness but the fact is that she isn't jumping back into the fray just yet! Finally Kennedy takes a step back… then another… Kailey keeps her ground, eyes locked on her "friend". The crowd boo as Kennedy drops to the mat and rolls from the ring!

JH: What the…

TM: Get out of there, Kennedy! That woman's crazy!

Kennedy remains in complete shock as she makes her way over to Nadia, the two woman backing up the walkway. Nadia yells back at Kailey, promising her vengeance and all that jazz, but Kennedy still can't overcome her shock. Security whizzes past the duo, flooding the ring and surrounding the unauthorized individual… that'd be Kailey.

TM: Finally! Get this crazy freak out of here!

JH: What the… I… Thomas, I don't know what to say!

TM: I do! We're in Tennessee this week. You know that's Kailey's hometown! She didn't take her meds and we have this!

JH: What's gonna happen next week?! Is Kailey back or…

TM: The security clearly states she ISN'T! Dante can thank her for tonight, but next week is a WHOLE 'nother story!

Kailey jerks away from the security guards, holding her hands in the air to keep them from having to use force, keeping Kennedy and Nadia in her sights the whole time. Nadia takes a step back towards the ring, as Kennedy is still trapped in her world of stunned disbelief. Nadia makes more threats, prompting Kailey to point back to her and share some threats of her own. The camera closes in on the face of Ms. Lane as TNT goes off the air!

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Quick Results:
Openweight Championship
Lilith drew Torrence Coleman via injury

Fighting Spirit Championship
Sudden Death Fatal Four-Way

Remy Barteaux def. Samael, Max Corona, and Tamasburo Sada to win the title

Jim O'Brien def. Sean James via pinfall

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Chris Maclay drew Dante Coles via Swytch, Kennedy, and Nadia Kassle interference
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