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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; September 20, 2005 | |
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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] [/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 we are coming to you live from the Bradley Center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin! TM: Normally I’d be uber excited but I just don’t see anything to get excited about tonight. JH: Nadia will be in action with Kennedy in her corner. TM: Boo-yah! That’s something to get excited over. So who are they turning into their butt monkey tonight? JH: Tonight, Nadia faces off with Max Corona. Normally I’d be weary of Max’s chances, but after the events of last week, you have to wonder if Dante Coles will be looking for revenge… TM: Or if Kailey Lane is in the building! God how I missed her ass… JH: THOMAS!! TM: …sparagus. What? And speaking of last week, Chris Maclay once again successfully defended the Dual Crown against Dante Coles, but this week he’s facing a monster in Jim O’Brien. JH: Non-title match, conveniently. TM: Can’t have a title match with only half a title. Speaking of which, has the Spirit of Honor title been found? Did that freak, Swytch, deface it? Suddenly Thomas’ questions are interrupted when the house lights drop and smoke billows out onto the stage as the opening chords to "The Outsider" are strummed out into the arena. A dim glow peeks through the smoke and begins to pulse with the beat. [align=center]"Help me if you can It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired So could you please..."[/align] TM: What the hell is going on? JH: I think we’re getting a visitor. The crowd murmurs in anticipation as a figure appears on the stage amidst the smoke and pulsing lights. The figure wades through the smoke and stops at the top of the walkway causing the crowd to cheer for the painted man before them...Swytch. He thrusts his left hand into the air, showing off a steel chair to the crowd. [align=center]Help me understand why You've given in to all these Reckless dark desires[/align] Staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin as he raises his right hand into the air, revealing the Spirit of Honor Championship. He lowers his hands back to his side and walks through the smoke. Swytch treads down the walkway to the ring, stepping through the ropes and into the ring. TM: Quick, call security! He still has the SoH! JH: Maybe he’s here to return it. TM: Oh right, I’ll believe that when Torrie beats Kennedy. JH: Torrie isn’t here anymore. TM: Exactly. [align=center]You're lying to yourself again Suicidal imbecile...[/align] Swytch sets up his chair in the middle of the ring then digs into his coveralls, handily pulling out a microphone. He takes a seat in the chair, draping the SoH across his lap as the crowd continues to cheer the painted one. JH: This is actually kind of odd. Swytch isn’t one to make ring appearances unless it’s a scheduled match. TM: Who cares what his normal habits are? Why the hell aren’t there any security guards out here? Where are the police? He’s a thief! Where’s Madison?! Slowly the fan noise dies with the microphone raised to Swytch’s painted lips. He waits a few seconds more, until the arena is nearly completely hushed. Swytch: Chris Maclay. Immediately boos erupt from the crowd, not a popular one with the crowd these days, it would seem. Eventually the booing quiets down enough for Swytch to speak again. Swytch: MADison says I don’t get another shot at you or the Dual Crown yet. Swytch’s head hangs loosely on his shoulders. His eyes refuse to rise up, instead staying focused on the belt across his lap, if they’re even open. He takes in a sharp breath, his head lolling back and forth. Swytch: That’s fine with me. I’ll settle for a shot at the Global Heavyweight Championship then. Finally his head rises just enough for us to get a peek at his eyes. They glimmer with bad intent as they twitch in their sockets. Swytch: How is it that a man can continually cheat his way to wins over me and I get punished for it? How can a man be regarded as the best when he clearly can’t beat me? Slowly Swytch exhales causing some feedback to etch through the arena. Swytch: Cheating to win. Shame, shame, shame on you. Where’s your honor, Chris? JH: He’s got a point, you know. Chris Maclay has relied on cheap tactics and lucky falls to get past Swytch. TM: He’s beaten Dante Coles more than once, he’s beaten Jim O’Brien, and Kennedy, not once using these cheap tactics you talk about. Why would he need them to beat Swytch? JH: I call them like I see them, Thomas. Again Swytch’s head starts to rise. We see his eyes again, soon followed by his mischievous grin. Swytch: Oh that’s right. I have it right here. Swytch pats the golden face of the SoH Championship lying across his lap. His playful grin fades quickly, though. Swytch’s lips twitch as he snarls. Swytch: You’ve tried to beat me, Chris. You’ve tried to kill me, Chris. And here I am. Still I torment you week after week. The thorn in your side? No, no. I’m the cancer liquefying your insides! You can’t get rid of me, Chris. Nothing you do can rid you of me. Do you know why that is? Because, despite my claims that it is not possible, I have achieved the impossible. I. AM. IMMORTAL! TM: I thought he was nuts before, but this just takes the cake. JH: I have to say, I’m intrigued. Swytch grabs one end of the loose strap dangling from his lap. He rises from his metal seat with the SoH hanging from his clenched fist. Swytch: Tell me why it is you can’t get rid of me, Chris. Why is it, despite the countless beatings, the RUTHLESS ASSAULTS… that I am still here? That I can stand in this ring, with one half of the titles that make up the Dual Crown. I killed the Immortal, the Eternal. I have surpassed… Him.. I have risen to another level. A level that no one, NOT ONE OTHER PERSON, exists on. Bending at the waist, Swytch lays the Spirit of Honor Championship along the canvas. He stands upright, focused intently on the stage as he brings the mic back to his lips. Swytch: If you want your honor, Chris, then come and claim it. If you want immortality… then come and take it. Swytch drops the mic and stands poised ready to fight. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as their focus lies on the stage. Suddenly the arena speakers come to life spewing out… “Toxic.”? The crowd’s murmurs turn into disappointed huffs as General Manager Madison Lee steps out onto the stage. Looking bustier than ever…I mean beautiful as ever. She raises the microphone, conveniently already in her hand. Madison: Just one minute. Don’t think for one minute I’m going to sit back while you stand in my ring, with part of one of my titles, and listen to you threaten my talent. I warned you to stay on your best behavior, Swytch… By now Swytch has retrieved his microphone. Swytch: SHUT UP! This does not concern you, MADison. Give me, Maclay…NOW! He growls out the last word, sending a chill down the spines of every child sitting in attendance. Madison: You will NOT order me around on my show! Swytch plops his ass back into the steel chair and crosses one leg over the other. Swytch: Then I will sit here all night until you give me what I want. Madison’s eyes narrow but her expression becomes lighter, a grin creeping across her ruby lips. Madison: Swytch, let me introduce you to the Wisconsin state police. As that is said, a torrent of uniformed officers and TNT security spill out onto the stage. Swytch’s interest seems to peek as he sits upright in his chair. Madison: You are in possession of stolen property and unless you return it right now, I have no other choice but to let them arrest you. Swytch sits, grinning from ear to ear at Madison’s threat. Not one to make an idle threat, Madison gives the officers and security the word and they march down to the ring. Cautiously, three guards slip between the ring ropes as four others file up the stairs to the ring. The state police hold up shop on the outside while they let the TNT security handle the heavy work. Slowly, but surely, the first three guards close in on Swytch. They seem to be trying to negotiate with him to come peacefully, yet calmly he sits there and waits. Madison: COME ON! There’s fifteen of you and one of him! Arrest him! Two of the guards lunge for Swytch’s arms, but he leaps to his feet, and CRACKS the remaining guard with a stiff kick to the jaw. The two that went for his arms recover their balance but it’s too late. TM: Oh no, Swytch is armed with that chair. JH: GET OUT OF THE RING, IDIOTS!! TWHACK! CLANG! Metal on skull two times and both men are down. The four guards on the steps quickly file into the ring to try and subdue Swytch. One brave guard runs in blindly and gets BEHEADED by a chair shot. Two more guards follow behind him, the first taking a STIFF roundhouse kick to the head. The second seems to find safety near the ropes as the fourth guard joins him. Both men seem to formulate a plan, rushing at Swytch together but one takes a boot in the stomach. Swytch spins quickly to grab the second by the scruff of the neck and the waist of his pants and HURLS HIM FROM THE RING TO THE FLOOR!! TM: Why don’t the police just shoot him? JH: They can’t do that! TM: Hey, you! Yeah, the fat one. PUT A BULLET IN HIS ASS!! JH: THOMAS! Swytch stands over the crouching man he kicked in the stomach. He grabs the man by the head and rolls him over pulling him into an inverted front face lock. Swytch kicks the chair over, stomping down on it with his foot to fold it up. JH: Swytch, don’t do this! There’s no stopping him now. He grins widely THEN SNAPS BACK, DRILLING THE BACK OF THE GUARDS HEAD INTO THE CHAIR!! Swytch pops up to his feet, breathing a little heavier from the unexpected workout. The Wisconsin state police, all eight members of it, have jumped onto the apron. Armed with pepper spray, they aim it at Swytch. His grin remains as he scoops up the SoH title, daring any of them to step into the ring. Swytch shuffles across the canvas, stepping through the ropes and onto the walkway with the state police following and surrounding him. JH: *sighs* Why, Swytch? Why did you have to do it this way? TM: I can’t believe we haven’t employed tougher security yet. And I still say the po-po should have busted a cap in his ass. Swytch treks up the covered walkway, his eyes locked intently on Madison’s big breasts… grin, big grin. She steps aside the circle of policemen escort Swytch from the stage back behind the curtain. TM: Thank goodness for the Wisconsin’s finest. Now that the trash is gone, let’s get on with the show. And on with the show we go! Madison begins her walk towards the ring, glad to be rid of Swytch's presence. Through the curtain comes Mark Deveraux, a metallic briefcase in his grasp. TM: Ah! Madison looks to have an announcement. Yay! JH: That involves Mark Deveraux… with a briefcase? TM: I missed her last week, Jonathan. Did you? JH: Not really. Madison climbs in under the middle rope, waiting patiently for Mark Deveraux to catch up to her, climbing over the middle rope with the briefcase in hand. Madison takes a microphone from a ring monkey as Mark stands off the side, looking very self-important. Madison: Well, I expected to be the one to greet you all today but it looks like Swytch beat me to that one. TM: The freak! Is it just me, or does Madison look extra hot tonight? JH: I'm sure I'm not the only one who's noticed the… swelling. TM: Yeah, I did notice some. But it looks great on her. JH: Whatever. Madison: Regardless, there are two topics that I need to speak on tonight. Two things that people have been talking about since last week. The first one, has to do with what Mark Deveraux is carrying with him in that briefcase. Madison makes her way over to Mark, who is now holding the briefcase flat with both arm. Madison unlatches the case, flipping it open and revealing the Openweight Championship Belt. JH: Last week we witnessed an Openweight Title Match gone awry when Lilith slipped from the top rope and had an ugly collision with Torrence Coleman. TM: Yeah. That was uncomfortable to watch, Jonathan. But it happens. JH: We have not yet been updated on the condition of either competitor. Madison pulls the gold belt from the case as Jonathan and Thomas yap on. She steps back into center stage (or ring), mic and belt in either hand. Madison: Everyone saw the unfortunate incident between the former Openweight Champion Lilith and Torrence Coleman. As a result, Lilith has been deemed unable to compete for the unforeseeable future. Therefore, I was given no choice but to strip her for the Openweight Championship, making it vacant. JH: Did you hear that, Thomas? We don't have an Openweight Champion! TM: Didn't this happen with the Dual Crown, not so long ago? JH: Different circumstances. TM: Ah. Madison: For the time being, I have NO intentions of naming a new Openweight Champion. Lilith is unable to compete, and Samael has opted to not renew his contract so that he can be with her. And while Torrence is still able to compete, she has plenty of injuries she needs to rest up from. TM: Like that broken nose that keeps getting busted up in matches. Ouch. JH: Torrence has had quite the hard last couple of weeks. Time off will do her some good. Madison: However, after Relentless on October 16th, a decision will be made regarding the Openweight Title and it's rightful owner. Madison passes the title off to Mark who secures it back within the steel briefcase. Ugh, this promo is quite crap thus far. Madison: That brings me to the even bigger news, or so it seems. Reviewing the FIW.com message boards for no more than five minutes and I saw the exact same question from nearly everyone. "Is Kailey Lane back in FIW?" The crowd pop at the mere mention of the Tennessee Lady that made her presence felt in last week's main-event aftermath. JH: That has become a very popular question, Thomas. TM: Everyone loves that ass… JH: THOMAS! TM: …sparagus. What?! Madison: Let me make this loud and clear to EVERYONE. Kailey Lane is NOT employed by Full Intensity Wrestling and is not allowed inside this ring. So while we actions last week were great for the ratings, I hope you all had your VCRs ready because Kailey Lane will not be back unless she shows interest in signing a contract. And unfortunately, that has yet to happened. The crowd let everyone know just how they feel about the thought of Kailey not being back inside a ring. If Kailey's watching, they're booing. They want Kailey back. Hint, hint! Hehe. TM: Aw, Jonathan. No Kailey. JH: No Kailey is right, apparently. TM: That's ok. With Nadia, Kennedy and Madison… who needs Kailey? JH: These fans, obviously. Madison: And I'm sure you're all probably wondering what's going to happen with the situation she felt the need to throw herself into. That of course being the apparent problems between Dante Coles and the newest partnership between Nadia Kassle and Kennedy. The crowd boo some more. This time because they don't like the newest partnership of Nadia and Kennedy. Well, some do. But not for the right reasons. Regardless, they boo. Madison: Dante Coles is not here within the arena this week and the odds of him being able to return next week aren't very likely at the moment. Therefore, there's nothing I can do about their little… squabble. However, two weeks from tonight I can do something. The crowd murmur with anticipation as I hack my head off and look for something to break up the speaking lines. Just skim over these for the time being. Madison: Two weeks from tonight, on October 4th, pending any complications in Dante's recovery, we will see a one-on-one match between Dante Coles and Kennedy! The crowd pop, whether it's for Dante, Kennedy or just the match is the question that won't be answered. Why are you reading this?! Skim, people! Skim! Without so much as another word, 'Toxic' plays over the speakers to accompany Madison's exit. Yeah, this was the crap. Get over it. JH: That's some big news, Thomas. Dante versus Kennedy in two weeks. You know Dante's gotta be looking forward to getting his hands on Kennedy. TM: Oh, I'll bet he is! The pervert! JH: I wasn't referring to that kind of physicality. TM: You know that's what Dante's thinking about. He's a big pervert! Just as Oni! JH: The Slam! Superstar? TM: Maybe. Jonathan, don't we have a commercial break coming up? [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] [align=center]"La-la la-la la-la la-la la! OooOooo! Everybody's goin' to the party, have a real good time. Dancin' in the desert, blowin' up the sunshine."[/align] 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: Yet another endearing gesture from Graver to the fans. I have no idea why we keep this guy on contract. TM: I do. It’s because he’s SO AWESOME! 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, finally retrieving a mic from his back pocket. As he does, the crowd immediately begins booing like mad. JH: Oh, great… Graver: All right, shut the fuck up. Nobody cares how much you hate me. This, of course, only causes our audience to boo more. Graver shakes his head and rolls his eyes. Graver: Is this what passes off for entertainment to you people? How fucking lame can you get!? Graver leans over the ropes and points to an incredibly detailed sign with a hand-drawn picture of Orion Oldriod and declaring his greatness. Graver: What the fuck? Did that take you a long time to do? He pauses while the fans screams at the fact he’s on the camera and waves his sign. Graver hops over the ropes and leans against the barricades. Graver: Good work, bitchbasket. You can recognize your own ugly mug on a fuckin’ twenty foot high screen. How long did it take you to make the fuckin’ sign? Fan: Three hours, man! OLDRIOD ROCKS!!! WHOOOOOOOOO!!! Graver: Yeah, that’s great. I bet you enjoyed every minute of it, didn’t ya, Admiral McFuckburger? Fan: Hell yeah! Graver suddenly snaps his hand up and yoinks the fan’s sign out of his grip. He steps back and tears it in half, then into quarters, then into eighths before throwing the pieces in the enraged fan’s face. Graver: There. That took about ten seconds, and it was the time of my fucking life! Graver laughs loudly as security does their best to hold back the now red-faced individual. Graver slides casually into the ring, tossing the mic over his shoulder as we put our attention toward the stage. [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 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 to the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms again, grinning and nodding his head before Graver RAMS him in the middle of the back with an charging elbow! JH: Oh, come on, that was cheap! TM: Bill did the same thing to Graver last week, Johnny. He only deserved it! JH: He did no such thing! Graver was looking straight on at him when Bill-- TM: OH LISTEN, HITCHEN! THE BELL IS RINGING! I GUESS THAT MEANS THE MATCH IS STARTING! Indeed it is. Graver mounts the turnbuckle with Bill on it and wraps his arms around the stunned Kuriyama’s waist. Bill elbows him in the head, knocking him off the turnbuckle, then drops down himself. Graver begins to rise and WHAM! Gets a kick to the head! JH: It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Bill’s fancy footwork in the ring. It looks like he’s done nothing but improve on it. TM: I heard he had a lot of practice with grocery bags. Graver tries again to get up, but Bill kicks for his head a second time. Graver ducks it, and Bill tries again, but this time Graver grabs his foot and uses it to pull himself off the mat. Bill bounces on one foot for a second as Graver sneers before-- you guessed it-- enziguri! JH: Impressive enziguri kick from Bill Kuriyama, folks! TM: Yeah, impressive maybe… if you bite wang. JH: That was mature. TM: Yeah? Suck it, wangbiter. Bill stands back a bit and smiles, taunting Graver to get up and give him a real challenge. Graver rises slowly, not out of pain but caution. Bill eggs him on, and Graver false-starts a run. Bill doesn’t notice it was false and dashes forward just into range of one HELL of a right hand! TM: HOLY SHIT! Did you see that!? JH: Indeed I did! Graver just knocked Bill Kuriyama to the mat with ONE PUNCH!! Graver waves his hand and makes hissing noises from the pain, but seems ultimately pleased with his work. Bill shakes his head and gets to his feet, but this time it’s Graver with the advantage as he pummels Bill in the face a few times before whipping him toward the ropes--but no! Instead of letting Bill get away, Graver grabs the man by the hair and JAMS the back of Bill’s head into his knee! TM: DIE BY THE RUUUUUUULZZZZZARGLEBARGLE!!! JH: *sigh* Bill huddles himself against the mat, cradling his head for a moment, then starts to get up as Graver rebounds off the near ropes. Bill gets into a sitting position and KICK to the chest--NO! Bill clutches Graver’s leg and pulls himself up with it, much like Graver did before him! JH: Deja vu… TM: Yep. And just like Bill, Graver’s gonna take advantage! Indeed, Graver springs off his foot for an enziguri, but Kuriyama rushes in and catches Graver’s body, then FLINGS him backward with a-- JH: CAPTURE SUUUUUPLEXXAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! Graver crumples to the mat, and Bill slides over for a pin. [align=center]ONE! TWO--[/align] JH: Kickout at two! TM: You’re damn right! You think Graver’ll go down so easy! Ha! No way, baby! Graver wobbles a bit getting up as Bill kneels, egging him on to rise. Graver stands up, reeling, facing away from Bill. Graver’s body swivels, Bill starts to charge… TM: No! Don’t! Dammit, no! … but Graver stops the charge with a THUNDEROUS boot to the gut, then JAMS Bill’s neck against his shoulder! TM: BAM! JH: Ladies and gentlemen, Bill Kuriyama has just been laid out by Graver! Graver laughs ‘cuz Bill thought he was actually that stunned from ONE capture suplex and knee-walks over to roll him into a pin. JH: Hook of the leg… [align=center]ONE! TWO!! T-Bill shoulders up![/align] JH: Seems like Graver might be wearing a bit on Bill! TM: Seems like you’re a cock goblin. JH: Jesus, Thomas, did you get a freaking insult dictionary today or something!? TM: Nope. Insult-a-day toilet paper. Bill gets up off the mat about the same time as Graver does. Graver runs at Bill, trying to force him into the turnbuckle, but Bill sends a high kick Graver’s way. It catches him on the brow and stops him in his tracks. Bill throws a second one, but Graver catches it. Bill hops for a second before swiveling around and CRACKING Graver in the back of the head! JH: Dragon whip! Are we gonna see… ? Indeed, it seems he is! Bill puts all his weight on his grounded leg and bends back at the knee, kicking forward again! The fans start chanting and couting along with the number of kicks to Graver’s already beer-addled brain! Audience: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!! Graver topples to the mat and Bill relaxes his position. JH: Sex Machine Gun! What a sight to see, Thomas! Seven kicks! TM: Oh, yeah, yay. Whoo-eee. Thomas twirls his finger in the air, faking enthusiasm. Bill pulls Graver off the mat by his hair, gets behind him, and locks him in a reverse chancerie. Bill pulls back, trying to get Graver off his feet, but Graver kicks them in the air, causing Bill to set him back down. TM: Ha! Graver’s not taken out so easily as by a bunch of kicks, Hitchen! Bill widens his stance to match Graver’s and tries again, but Graver makes many little kicks… and no luck. JH: Bill is fighting for what I could only assume is a reverse suplex, here, and Graver’s just not letting him have it! TM: Once again, Hitchen, thanks for explaining to the deaf fans at home… JH: You mean blind. TM: I… … … SHUT UP. Graver jams a fistful of ‘break the hold’ right into Bill’s jaw… breaking the hold. Bill moves back, rubbing his chin as Graver wriggles away and turns to face the returning former FSC. The fans get their marks in for a few seconds while they stare down, Graver sneering and Bill grinning, but Graver soon charges toward Bill. Bill simply stands there until Graver gets close enough, steps up on his knee, and-- JH: KURIYAMA KICKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!! Graver gets knocked the fuck OUT! Bill thrusts both arms into the air as the fans cheer, then rolls on top of Graver. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! Dingdingdingdingding![/align] MA: Your winner… the Sex Machine Gun... Bill! KuuuriiiiiiiiYAAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAA!!! We cut backstage to find Swytch in an open corridor, plenty of police and security ensuring he can't make his way back towards the ringside area. Swytch seems rather calm as the police and security eye him cautiously. He still has the Spirit of Honor Championship within his possession. Apparently no one has the balls to try and take it from him. And since he isn't giving it back, then I guess it just stays in his possession. TM: What the? They still haven't gotten this freak out of the building? JH: They haven't gotten him very far at all, Thomas. That isn't far from the gorilla position. TM: Really? Hell, I hope he can't hear me. Slightly hunched over, Swytch backs his way down the corridor with security bearing down on him. Suddenly he stops dead in his tracks, straightening up and craning his neck around. With a chesire grin on his face, Swytch spots a visitor. Coming up the corridor is none other than Kennedy. Her stride slows considerably as she reaches Swytch, but not out of the fear she's been known to exhibit around the unstable superstar. Swytch: Something wicked this way comes. Kennedy strides past him, looking the man up and down as she does so. She stops just past him, watching the criminal back down the hallway with his wicked grin still plastered on his black lips. Kennedy: You're one to talk. Her eyes travel down to the belt in his grasp before traveling back up to meet with his sinister gaze. Kennedy: I see you found a new toy to play with. What's the matter, I didn't hold your attention? Swytch looks down at the shiny gold in his hand then back to Kennedy. His grin broadens a bit more. Swytch: Still trying to replace my favorite play thing. Swytch's tongue snakes out, gliding acrossed his lips in a sickening manner before he draws it back in and returns to grinning at the villainous vixen before him. Kennedy shows no form of digust or offense at the responses, both verbal and non-verbal. A snide smirk remains on her lips as she turns to continue her journey down the corridor. Kennedy: Good luck with that. TM: Is she coming out here, Jonathan? JH: Looks like, Thomas. Swytch is going and Kennedy's coming. The house lights cut out, images on the TNTtron flickering as broken guitar chords screech over the static-filled speakers. Soon after the hard-hitting beats of Evanescence's "Lies" blares through the speakers, accompanied by images of Kennedy's heelish actions. JH: And of course… she is making her way out here. TM: And what's wrong with seeing Kennedy? I'm looking forward to it! JH: Good for you. Amy Lee's voice carries over the speakers as Kennedy makes her way out onto the stage, the crowd responding with a mixed reaction for the former crowd favorite. Kennedy shrugs them off, taking the dislike in stride as she sets off for the ring. MA: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome… KEEEEENNNNEEEDDDYYYYY!!! TM: She looks amazing tonight, Jonathan. JH: I stopped caring about this woman once she stopped caring about everyone else. TM: So you're saying… you turned your back on her? JH: Yes. Err, I mean… She turned her back on all of us! Climbing in under the middle rope Kennedy enters the ring, shooting a look back at the drunks that dare whistle at her entrance. She makes her way across the ring, taking the microphone right out of Michael Anderson's hands. Kennedy: Michael. You can go take a seat now. Someone who can actually do your job is about to. TM: Ooh! Special guest ring announcer! Michael gives Kennedy a disgruntled glare before doing as the Lady says. After all, he's not even half the athlete Dante is and look what happened when he crossed paths with Kennedy. Then again, she did have help from Nadia and Dante was already beaten down that second time. But like I said, not even HALF the athlete. Kennedy: Now, I know that everyone is anxious to see Max Corona versus Nadia Kassle, but I would like to take a moment of your time first. I figure, you all at least owe me that much, right? The crowd give Kennedy exactly what they owe her, plenty of boos. Kennedy doesn't seem to register them, likely choosing not to, as she smiles with delight. Kennedy: Awesome. Thanks. Now, I know you all probably want some answers for… something or other. But to be honest with you all, I don't really feel I owe you all anything else. JH: That's quite… um, arrogant. TM: Need to think about that, did ya? JH: Maybe. The crowd doesn't like her superiority complex she has created for herself, and they let her know it. Once again, Kennedy chooses not to acknowledge their actions towards her. Kennedy: I'd actually like for a very special guest to meet me in this ring… Kennedy's eyes wander off to the side, situating themselves on the announcer's table as she leans on the top rope. Moore immediately springs to life, raising his hand. TM: Ooh! Ooh! Pick me! JH: Sit down, you fool! Kennedy: Jonathan… Hitchen… Hitchen knew it… I think. The look on his face isn't that of someone who's excited about being selected out of this large auditorium of people. TM: You get all the fun! Kennedy: Jonathan. Could you please join me in this ring? Please? Aw, what a gracious request. Kennedy steps back from the ropes, giving her invitee his personal space to enter. The crowd watch on curiously as Jonathan removes his headset and slowly stands. He moves up the stairs and climbs into the ring. Kennedy: Oh. Don't be so shy. Get a little closer. I mean, you've been like thee #1 Kennedy fan since Day 1. Hitchen lowers his head, accepting her invitation to move closer… probably despite his better judgment. He keeps his head down, either from embarrassment of what he believes is to come, or the inability to look the little tart in the eyes. Kennedy: Jonathan… Johnny. Last week, you called me something. What was it? Kennedy pushes the microphone into his face, but Jonathan opts to ignore it, pleading the fifth in this case. Kennedy: What's that? Last week you couldn't stop flapping those gums. Now this week you've got lockjaw? What did you call me? Again she shoves the microphone into his face, more forceful this time. Hitchen's sigh is heard through the amplifying piece of equipment before he speaks. Hitchen: I didn't call you anything, Kennedy. Kennedy: Yes you did! I wanna hear you say it! Kennedy, again, shoves the microphone into his face, popping him in the mouth and causing an echo through the arena as Hitchen keep his gaze averted and stumbles slightly at the small microphone attack. Much to Kennedy's dismay, he keeps his mouth shut on the topic, though. And that's probably not a good idea, due to the anger level Kennedy's already reached at this point. The crowd begin to get antsy, booing Kennedy's treatment of a non-wrestler. Kennedy: You called me a BITCH, Jonathan! That's what you called me! YOU! The voice of these people! Kennedy frantically motions around the arena with her free hand. Kennedy: How ironic. But I guess I have to thank you. That's right. I get to thank you for proving my point. And for showing everyone that I was right when I said everyone turned on me. But now… I'm gonna show all of these people… who the real bitch is! Before Jonathan can realize it, Kennedy hauls off and CRACKS him in the jaw with a right hand! The skinny announcer drops to the canvas in an instant. The crowd wastes no time in telling Kennedy exactly what they think of her tactics. TM: Yes! Finally someone shut him up! Thank you! But Kennedy doesn't appear to be done. Microphone still in hand, Kennedy begins to stalk Jonathan. As the announcer begins to slowly rise from the stinging punch, Kennedy gets more and more anxious. He raises and slowly turns around… SMACK! Kennedy NAILS him upside the head with a high roundhouse kick!! Hitchen drops back to the mat, seemingly unconscious from the blow! Kennedy grins down at him, before raising her eyes to the crowd, enjoying the barrage of boos and jeers throws in her direction. Kennedy: And that makes Jonathan… the bitch! TM: That was the hottest thing I've seen in a long time! But we've gotta take a break. I guess when we get back I'll be commentating Nadia versus Max by myself. You wouldn't dare miss that! Would you? [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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We come back live to 'Lies' playing over the speakers as Kennedy stands in the ring, still holding onto the microphone with Michael Anderson parked at ringside. As unhappy as he is about being bossed from the ring, he's likely relieved that's all that happened to him. TM: Welcome back LIVE to Tuesday Night Throwdown. Hitchen never lets me say that but he can't stop me right now, can he? In case you're just turning in, Jonathan's mouth finally got him into a whole mess of trouble. Check this out! Hey, it's Lita writing a match. So that means… dun dun dun!!! TNT recap frame time: This week's TNT recap frame is brought to you by… Halls! With Advanced Vapor Action Formula! Hitchen raises and slowly turns around, oblivious to Kennedy behind him, poised and ready for her devastating roundhouse kick… SMACK! Kennedy NAILS her long-time supporter upside the head with a JFK!!! Hitchen instantly falls back to the mat, unconscious from the blow to the cranium! We cut back to the ring, the fans likely tired of hearing Kennedy's music at this point… but they're just gonna have to suffer for a bit longer! TM: Ha! Hitchen's pouting like a little girl when WHAM! A right-hand and a JFK later, Hitchen might be thinking twice before passing judgment on others. The bell sounds… not to start a match but that ring you hear just before the announcements being. To signal for everyone to pay attention. Kind of like when you tap a glass just before a big speech. Kennedy takes a moment to clear her throat… into the microphone. Kennedy: Ladies and gentleman… the following contest is scheduled for a ONE fall. And trust me, that's all it's gonna take for Nadia to put Max down. TM: No doubt! I'm liking this new set-up. Solo commentating and Kennedy as our ring announcer. Life couldn't get better! The arena fades to black as the first few notes of Cells play, the lights kick back on at the tempo beat of the drum and off on the bass beat. Nadia enters through the curtains at the start of the tempo beat, and does her best catwalk stride, stepping to the tempo beats. TM: Ah! Wait a minute, it just did get better! I feel like I'm in heaven! Kennedy: Introducing first! Now residing in Hollywood, California. She is the most captivating actress in the world today… NAAAADDDDIIIIAAA KAAASSSSLLLLEEEEE!!!! TM: Wow. Wowie. I couldn't have done that better myself. And Nadia couldn't look better than she does right now! You know, she claims to be smarter than Max Corona, and I just have to say… who ISN'T smarter than Max Corona? I mean, come on! The flashing strobes make it look almost as each step is a pose, as they pulse on and off until she finds her way to the ring. She places her hands on the top rope and turns, facing out with her back to the ring… she looks each way though the crowd and flips back, over the ropes to land, gracefully in the ring, looking out over the crowd with an air of supremacy. She makes her way over to Kennedy, sharing a hug with her BFF. TM: Ah! Do it again! Actually, can you two just hug for a few… hours? Kennedy: And… the opponent… 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. TM: Ugh. I can't believe he even bothered to show up tonight. I mean, Nadia IS smarter than him. She IS quicker than him. She's also very obviously HOTTER than Max. But that kind of goes without saying. 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 as Madison Lee makes her way from behind the curtain, following Max down to the ring. Max hesitates halfway down the walkway, glancing in the ring at two women who await him. TM: Oh! Hey! It's Mrs. TNT… err, wait. I don't like that name for her. It's Mrs. Moore. Hehe, I like that MUCH better. She's looking better than ever, I must say. And Max is looking a little worried about TNT's gal pals. And rightfully so. They'll tear you up… but he might like it! The freak! Kennedy and Nadia stare back at the self-proclaimed Mr. TNT, the girls chatting back and forth with impressed looks upon their faces. Kennedy: Being accompany by the Tuesday Night Throwdown General Manager MADISON LEEEE! He weighs in at a… very impressive two hundred and thirty five pounds of muscle and sex appeal! Hailing from Portland, Oregon… ladies, keep your hands to yourself…. He's MAX CORONA! Max simply shakes his head in frustration of having to wrestle under these conditions before he reaches the ropes surrounding the ring. Max takes a moment to “test” the tension of the ropes, and once satisfied with it, Max springboards in with a “rope flip.” Now that the lights are back up to full illumination, Max climbs a turnbuckle and repeats his pose that he had done on the stage, as flash bulbs flash around the arena while Max poses and soaks up the popping fans. TM: Just when I thought things couldn't get any better! I'm being joined by the illustrious general manager for commentary! Madison takes a seat at the desk, putting on Jonathan's headset. TM: Miss Lee! I can't say what an honor it is to have you grace this table with your presence. Madison: Well, after Kennedy took out your partner, she didn't leave me with much choice, did she? TM: Oh yeah. And what was with that introduction for Max Corona? That was a little… hmm… Madison: It would seem the Lady of the Year doesn't detest Max like some were led to believe. Not that I can blame her. TM: *grumbles* A quick pep talk between the two gals and Kennedy finally exit’s the ring, winking and waving at Max. Max remains cautious of the two women, on guard in his corner. The bell sounds and both Max and Nadia move out of their corner. Max immediately holds a hand out, signaling for the infamous test of strength. TM: Uh! You've gotta be kidding me! A test of strength! What kind of man is he? Madison: Playing to his strengths? A smart one. Nadia's the dumb one if she accepts and… it looks like she is. Nadia moves her hand closer towards Max's, making sure she doesn't get her body too close in the process. Her fingers entwine with his and--SHE BOOTS HIM IN THE STOMACH! As soon as Max doubles over, Nadia SMACKS a kick off his face! Max is thrown onto his back from the impact, checking his nose for blood! TM: Haha! What an idiot. Madison: Nadia, impressive from the start. Getting the jump on Max. TM: He wishes she'd jump him! Nadia sprints off the ropes! Max rolls onto this stomach in the center of the ring, forcing Nadia to step over him--NO! Nadia DROPS AN ELBOW ONTO THE SMALL OF MAX'S BACK! Max arches his back as he moves up onto all fours. Nadia takes advantage and rolls over him with an Oklahoma Roll-Up (why is that called that? Is it just THQ being dumb?) Anyways, RK is quick to make the count! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! Max kicks out![/align] TM: Max better watch himself. It only takes three seconds for Nadia to pin him. Madison: Max doesn't even want to be in this match. He's highly distracted. TM: I know how he feels. Kennedy distracts me too. It might not be a problem is Kennedy weren't leaning onto the apron, giving us a nice view of her assets. She watches on as Nadia and Max both climb back to their feet. Nadia rushes into Max and TAKES A FOREARM TO THE MOUTH THAT DOWNS HER! Max immediately cringes as he strikes the woman. Aw, see? He's a good guy. TM: Oh my God! Max just hit a woman! Madison: It's a match. TNT is all about equality. You can look at Kennedy's achievements and see that. TM: Oh. I'm looking, I'm looking. Madison: Are you always this horny? Or is it just when all these women are out here? Thomas chooses not to respond to that as Max seems to understand TNT's equality regime. Regardless of the initial shock, it's obvious that if he wants to beat Nadia and Kennedy's little game, he has to get physical (a different kind of physical than he'd prefer, I reckon). Max drags Nadia back up to her feet. He applies an arm wringer to the woman and back into turnbuckle as he climbs up to the top. But Nadia springs to life, dragging him off the ropes! And Max does a full flip, landing on his feet with impressive agility and NAILING NADIA WITH A DROPKICK!! An impressive one, I might add (hey, everyone else says they are, I should too!) that backs the Russian into the turnbuckle! Madison: Max showing some of that great agility he possesses. TM: Have you seen my flexibility? Madison: No. And I don't think I want to. Nadia hit’s the turnbuckle and stumbles back out, right into the scoop set-up for the Maximum Stunner! But Kennedy has positioned herself on the apron, trying desperately to gain Max's attention through flirt tactics. Madison: I know she isn't gonna make me get up from this table. TM: Whoa, Miss Lee! Don't get involved with her. She's a dangerous woman. Madison: She's about to be an unemployed woman. Richard Kelly, do your damn job! Max isn't interested in playing her games and continues on with the match. Unfortunately even that millisecond of distraction was enough for Nadia to slip down Max's back and BOOT him in the back of the knee! Max drops to one knee and immediately suffers a dropkick to the back of the head! TM: Nadia with some impressiveness of her own. You know, she told Max that her speed and brains would outweigh his strength and size. And she's showing him that right now. Madison: Max does have size on his side. I can vouch for that much. TM: Well, at two hundred and thirty-- I mean… ew! Nadia wastes no time in pulling herself up to the top rope, calling for Max to get on his feet. Max does just that, shaking the cobwebs loose after that attack to the cranium. Max spins around and ROLLS THROUGH A HIGH CROSSBODY FROM NADIA! Max has the cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! Kick-out by Nadia![/align] Nadia is up first, but Max takes her legs out from under her with a leg trip! He then lifts her into a seated position, slapping on a sleeper hold! Nadia immediately begins fighting to her feet, Max refusing to give up the hold. Nadia fights out with elbows (works every time!) and hit’s the ropes! She comes back into a high impact back body drop! Max lets her regain her footing, only to down her with a running clothesline! Nadia springs back up and takes a second dropkick from Max! She immediately bails out under the bottom rope, catching her breath! TM: Quick exchange there by Max but he should know better than to try and match speeds with Nadia. Madison: Max is showing his versatility in the ring. Everything Nadia claims to have, Max has plus lots more. TM: I know two things she has that he doesn't. And what a lovely pair they are! Madison: And I gross YOU out? Please. Max isn't slowing down yet. He rushes the ropes, pulling down and taking to the airs! No! His vaulting body press never sees take-off as Kennedy moves in the way of Nadia, causing Max to hesitate! He yells and motions for Kennedy to get out of the way but she isn't abiding. Max sighs and simply rolls under the bottom rope, tossing Nadia back inside. He'd be quick to follow if he didn't stop to ask Kennedy what the hell she's doing! Madison: Don't argue with that little hussy, Max! Go kick the other one's ass! TM: *gasps!* Madison: Something you want to say? TM: No, Miss Lee. Not one word. The heated discussion between Max and Kennedy comes to a screeching halt and Kennedy jumps backwards, allowing Nadia to crash into Max with a vaulting body press! Nadia leaps back to her feet, stomping down on Max before dragging him up and tossing him back into the ring. TM: That's how a vaulting body press should be done! That was a thing of beauty. Madison: She never would have hit it if Kennedy hadn't been distracting Max. TM: Great teamwork from a great team! Nadia leaps up onto the apron and uses the top rope to DROP ACROSS MAX'S THROAT WITH A SLINGSHOT LEG DROP!!! She quickly goes into the cover, hooking Max's far leg and throwing her legs up onto the middle rope! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NO! RK SAW NADIA'S FEET![/align] Nadia drops her legs off the ropes, sitting up to argue with RK for not counting the apparent three count she had on Max. RK continues to argue his point, that Nadia's not seeing any of! Max springs back up, pulling Nadia down into a small package! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NO! NADIA KICKS OUT![/align] TM: Oh! Whew! Madison: Max almost put Nadia down with that small package. TM: Hehehe. Aptly named for him. Madison: You're such a child. Max meets Nadia up, placing his boot into her stomach and hooking her up into a chancery position. He hoists her into the air, drops her across the top rope and SLAMS HER DOWN WITH A DEVASTATING SUPLEX!! Max tries for another quick cover! But no! Kennedy is back on the apron! She yelling at RK, who doesn't seem to understand that this is a very clever distraction tactic. He gets in Kennedy's face, yelling her for to get off the apron and let the match continue! Madison: What the hell? TM: Kennedy obviously has found something wrong with Richard Kelly's refereeing ability. Madison: I assure you she's wrong. Whether she's right or wrong is not the question. Max gets off Nadia and goes to get RK's attention BUT NADIA NAILS A LOW BLOW ON MR. TNT!! She springs back to her feet, lifts Max's chin as his face is a picture of pure agony and BLASTS HIM IN THE MUG WITH A HARD SHUFFLE SIDE KICK!! TM: Ha! Das Boot puts Max DOWN! Hey, where are you going? Thomas is, of course, referring to Madison Lee who has left the commentaries booth in a rage, making a bee-line for Kennedy. Kennedy leaps off the apron and makes a break for it, wanting nothing to do with the general manager. She might… fire her or something. RK is quick to call Madison off, prompting the boss to climb on the apron to explain what happened. TM: Uh-oh. This doesn't look good for Nadia. Madison Lee appears to be explaining to Richard Kelly what just transpired. She has the power to declare a victor or reverse a decision. RK listens intently to what Madison has to say, entirely unaware that the match is still going on. Nadia drags Max up, draping him across her knee with an over-the-knee surfboard stretch. Meanwhile, thanks to the very perfectly timed distraction from the GM, Kennedy makes her way back up onto the apron, pulls herself over the top rope and DROPS A LEG ACROSS MAX'S THROAT FLIPPING HIM OFF NADIA'S KNEE!!! The crowd groan and quickly boo as Kennedy rolls under the bottom rope, exiting the ring as quickly as she entered. TM: Oh My God! What do they call that maneuver? Max's neck took the impact of that and things aren't looking good for Mr. TNT. Madison drops down off the apron JUST in time for Nadia to make the cover on Max! RK notices and hustles make the count! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING-DING!![/align] TM: YES! Nadia picks up a hard-fought victory over Max Corona! What a competitor! What an athlete! She's amazing! MA: Here is your winner… NAAA-- The microphone is snatched from Michael Anderson's hands by… Madison Lee? Madison: Here is your winner… the talented NADIA KAAAASSSLLLE!!!! Smile on her face, Madison makes her way into the ring to confront the duo of Nadia and Kennedy. The three ladies stare one another down before Madison takes both their hands and raises them into the air! TM: What the? Is Madison in cahoots with these two?! I don't believe it! I don't believe how freaking HOT they are! As the boos rain down on them, the three women all turn their attention to the barely conscious Max Corona. Madison commands Kennedy and Nadia to pull him up, and they do just that, dragging Max up by his arms. Madison lowers into his face, bringing the microphone back to her lips. Madison: Max. Poor, sweet Max. Do you know why it is I dumped you so long ago? And why, despite my apparent interest in you, I haven't tried to get you back? And why you don't stand a chance with Nadia or Kennedy? Madison waits for an answer, that's apparent she isn't gonna get. Judging by the look in his eyes, it's possible Max doesn't even know what he's been asked at this point. Madison: To put it quite simply… you're just not man enough! With that, Madison SPANKS him across the face with a hard slap! Nadia and Kennedy release Max, letting him crash back down to the mat! Madison drops the microphone, raising both hands to high five her new pals. TM: Max was never man enough for Madison? I always thought that was obvious. Heh. Madison! I'm man enough for you! Come on over here! I'm man enough for all three of you… wow. They're hot. And they know it! The trio of ladies have a good laugh over dominating yet another male before exiting the ring together. 'Toxic' plays over the speakers, accompanied by the custom round of boos we've come to know and expect with the song. Been a long time, but the memory is still there. TM: What a match we just saw! Firstly, Nadia and Kennedy dominate Max Corona. Then Madison reveals to Max what everyone already knew. And now… three hot girlfriends! Whoo-hoo! TNT just got hotter than ever. Summer may be over, but TNT's not cooling off any! [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] We come back live to find Kennedy making her way down one of the many random corridors of this arena. I don't know which arena. Right now I'm too frustrated to care. She reaches her locker room, pushing the door open and flipping the light on as a soft yet angry voice fills the air. Kennedy finds herself in the aim of a scowl from Kailey Lane. Kailey: You know, you really had me worried. I thought something was wrong. Pacing a step or two, Kailey catches herself and stops. Looking back up to Kennedy, her expression changes to one of speculation. Kailey: Before I left for England, we spoke on the phone and you seemed fine. Well, you did get a little short with me a couple of times, but I chalked it up to stress because of Nadia. Kailey scoffs at herself and paces again, but only a bit. She wants to keep her eye on Kennedy. Kailey: It never crossed my mind that the reason you weren't answering my calls was because you honestly didn't WANT to answer my calls. Kailey makes a moved toward her friend but Kennedy backs away. Kailey: What happened, Ken? Did Nadia break you? Did Ragin' hit some nerve? Please, just be honest with me? Tell me? Kennedy's eyes remain unfocused on Kailey. Is she unable to look her REAL best friend in the eyes? Is it out of shame? Disgust? Anger? Her lips part, giving us a glimpse at the gritted teeth Kennedy bares, before her anger-filled eyes line up with Kailey's. Kennedy: No. Kailey! Nadia didn't "break" me. Ragin' didn't "hit some nerve"! Did it EVER occur to you that just maybe I'm tired of being abandoned? Kennedy makes a point to emphasize the last word with her eyes, well aware Kailey caught onto it. Kennedy: Chris, Sam, the fans... you. Some of us actually have to stick around to deal with consequences. In case THAT didn't cross your mind either. Kailey: Lame, Ken, very lame. You know EXACTLY why I left! Kennedy: Yeah, I know why you left. That was never in question. My point, is why you left ME to deal with it. You know, Tier didn't just turn on you. Tier didn't just beat on you. So, if you want to get technical about all this. I didn't turn on you, until loooong after you turned your back on me. So I don't appreciate this holier than thou attitude I'm getting off you. Especially since someone warned you ahead of time he would do exactly what he did. Who was that, Kailey? Oh yeah... me! Kailey starts at that, almost as if Kennedy had hit her. Kailey: Yes, you did. And I didn't listen. Kennedy: You make a habit of that, don't you? In case you didn't notice. The unemployment line. That's where you belong. Not here. Which begs the question, HOW did you get in here? Kailey: *quickly* I have a meeting with Madison. Kailey takes a step closer to Kennedy, her voice almost pleading as she speak. Kailey: I am sorry for leaving you. I didn't see that this was happening to you. I didn't even hear it in your voice until a month ago. Please, please reconsider! Kennedy is silent now, taking in Kailey's apology. Had that been all she was waiting for? A simple "I'm sorry"? Doubtful. Kennedy: Reconsider? I'm assuming you want me to reconsider my friendship with Nadia? That question isn't exactly a question as Kennedy doesn't even give Kailey the chance to answer it. Kennedy: But it's not gonna happen. I've had two and a half years to consider my options, Kailey. And I made the best decision of my life when I started looking out for one person. Me. Because it became painfully obvious no one else cared. And yes, by that I mean you. Kailey hangs her head and sighs, realizing the futility furthering the conversation. Kailey: I wish you didn't feel that way. Kailey moves to the door, grabbing the door handle and pushing the door open as she turns back to Kennedy. Kailey: I know you don't want me here, but I don't have a choice. Even if it makes me your enemy, I won't stop trying. Kailey hesitates within the doorway, perhaps waiting for Kennedy's response. She gets one, in the form of a look. Kennedy stares back at her (former?) best friend, a look of resolve etched onto her features, stripping away all hope Kailey has in her tonight. A final sigh sounds from Kailey before she walks off, not bothering to push the door closed behind her. We cut back to ringside, where we catch Jonathan Hitchen finally making his way back out to the commentator's booth. He sits down, carefully putting the headset back. TM: That was some right hand you took from Kennedy, Hitchen. And that JFK wasn't weak either. JH: Can we just get on with the show. I'd rather not talk about what happened earlier tonight. TM: But Jonathan. Kennedy really wailed on you-- JH: And now folks, it’s time for the next match of the night where we will see “The Oracle” Orion Oldriod go one-on-one against “The Black Knight” Sean James. TM: That’s right, Hitchen. But no April out here! JH: Indeed, Thomas. As we saw before, James ordered April, JJ and Rick Proctor to stay in the back during his match tonight incase Carlos Kane decides to show up tonight. TM: Damn you Kane! Now we won’t get to see the hotness that is April Lynn and it’s all your fault! JH: You sure it’s not Snitsk… TM: Shut up Hitchen! This is a travesty, we should get to see April out here but now because of “The Hype” we’re not going to! JH: Sean is the one who ordered her to stay back, not Carlos. TM: Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s still his fault! JH: Well, regardless we’re going to see how he fairs against Orion Oldriod in just a few moments. Let’s send it over to Michael Anderson to start this match-up. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FAAAAALLL!! Introducing first… [align=center]ORION ORION ORION[/align] 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. [align=center]ORION ORION ORION[/align] He heads across the entrance ramp and makes his way down to the ring. Oldriod steps into the ring and walks across to the opposite side of the squared circle where he stands in the centre of the ring, raising his arms in the air to draw even more jeers and gold coloured fireworks shoot up from all four corners! The pyro dies down and he removes his t-shirt before tossing it aside. The music fades out and the lights return to normal as Michael Anderson prepares to make his announcement. MA: …hailing from The City of Angels and weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-eight pounds…”THE ORACLE” ORION OOOOLLLLLDRIOOODDDDD!! TM: The Knight is sure to beat this guy tonight. He does come from SLAM! after all, how hard can it be to beat him? JH: With April and Rick not here, it may very well prove to be a challenge for Sean James. TM: I don’t like what you’re insinuating, Hitchen. Sean can beat this guy on his own with one arm behind his back! JH: Well, we’ll see if he can beat him right now. MA: And his opponent… The house lights dim, smoke pours onto the stage as the music begins to raise up through the speakers. Bright lights beam on as the first hard beat hits! [align=center]You Can Hate Me Now But I Won't Stop Now 'Cuz I Can't Stop Now You Can Hate Me Now[/align] Through the smoke appears Sean James, standing tall on the stage as he gazes out among the crowd before glancing behind himself. He makes his way towards the ring, eyes cautiously moving around the vicinity. He steps into the ring, eyes darting around the parameter swiftly before ascending the nearest turnbuckle. Chin raised in the air, Sean keeps those eyes ever-looking for you-know-who. He drops back down to the mat, walking to his corner, relaxing as best a marked man can. MA: …hailing from Queens, New York and weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-five pounds…”THE BLACK KNIGHT” SEAN JAAAAAAAMEEEEESSSSSS!! JH: We saw Jim O’Brien take the victory over Sean James in their match last week. TM: Because that idiot Orion superkicked Sean! JH: That’s right, Thomas. It seemed Orion intended to cost the victory for the “Monster of TNT’ but instead helped him gain it. You have to wonder if Jim will make his presence known here tonight in this match or not. The two competitors stand in their corners staring right into each other’s eyes as Logan Black calls for the bell. DING-DING They each exit their corners, their eyes still locked on one another as they begin circling the ring. They continue circling for a few moments until they finally meet in the center with a collar and elbow tie-up. Since they are both very similar in size, they each struggle to push the other off balance to gain an advantage. Realizing this, Sean quickly breaks up the hold and fires a shot right into Orion’s gut slightly doubling him over. But Orion recovers easily and nails a right hand to Sean’s face. Sean fires back, and another from Orion, and Sean comes back with a second right hand. The two continue trading blows until Orion finally blocks one! And he fires a succession of right hands to the face of Sean James staggering him back into the ropes. He pushes him into the ropes and launches him to the opposite side; Sean rebounds AND ORION CATCHES HIM WITH A HIGH BACK BODY DROP! Orion spins around and grabs Sean by the head and lifts him to his feet before he has a chance to react to the back body drop. He locks in a front facelock and throws Sean’s arm over and he drops him back down with a vertical suplex! JH: Orion quickly taking the advantage here. TM: Come on, Sean! Kick his ass; we all know you can! Hell, even I could do that. JH: Care to bet on that? TM: No, you just have to take my word for it. Sean grabs at his back in pain as Orion gets to his feet. Sean tries to roll to his front and get to his feet but Orion quickly boots him in the head keeping him down. TM: Damn you Orion, always trying to keep the black man down! JH: Ugh, you’re a moron, you really are. TM: Screw you, Hitchen! By now Sean is up on his feet thanks to Orion once again. Orion grabs Sean by the wrist and shoots him off into the corner…NO…Sean reversed and he shoots Orion off, but he stops him and brings him back toward him AND HE GRABS ORION BY THE HEAD AND TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A SICK DDT RAMMING ORION’S HEAD RIGHT INTO THE MAT! The velocity and impact caused Orion to flip onto his back above Sean. Sean rises to his feet and goes over to Orion’s head. He reaches down and grabs him and lifts him to a seated position and locks in a sleeper hold…NO…Orion grabs Sean’s head and drops back down with a sit-out jawbreaker and Sean slams into the mat back first! He gets to his feet and moves to Sean’s head AND HE DROPS A KNEE RIGHT ON SEAN’S FOREHEAD! He stands up AND DROPS ANOTHER KNEE. Sean pops up to a sitting position to avoid a third hit but Orion quickly stops him and grabs him around the head from behind and nails right hand after right hand to the head and face of Sean. JH: Sean James attempting to take the advantage away from Orion but that doesn’t happen and Sean is focusing his attack on Sean’s head. TM: Well, I do have to admit that is a smart move even though it is The Knight in there. Focus on a part of the body, especially the head, and destroy it to keep your opponent down. JH: Wow, you’re pretty smart after all. TM: Yeah, I kno…hey! Orion nails a couple more right hands to the face before locking in a sleeper hold of his own on Sean James. Sean struggles to escape the hold but to no avail as Orion just cinches it in more the more Sean struggles to get out of it. After a few moments Sean begins to fade which prompts Logan Black to check if Sean can continue. He raises one of Sean’s arms in the air but it just slumps down to his side… [align=center]ONE!![/align] Logan grabs Sean’s arm and raises it again but again it just falls to his side… [align=center]TWO!![/align] One more time Logan grabs Sean’s arm and raises it AND IT FALLS TO HIS SIDE AGAIN, ORION WINS IT…actually no he doesn’t. Just at the last second Sean managed to keep his arm in the air preventing Orion from taking the victory. Sean starts to fight out of the hold but still Orion keeps locking it in tighter as he struggles to keep Sean in the sleeper. Sean fights out of it a bit…but Orion releases it and grabs Sean and throws him from a sitting position down to the mat and goes for a quick cover as Logan Black goes for the count… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NO THERE’S A KICKOUT BY SEAN AT THE LAST SECOND!![/align] TM: What the hell is happening? Sean almost lost it there! JH: Indeed he did but he just managed to kick out right there. TM: Come on man! You’re supposed to be beating his ass Sean! But Sean doesn’t seem to be doing that at the moment as Orion once again gets to his feet and grabs Sean and pulls him up. But wait, Sean catches Orion off guard and starts fighting back with right hands to the midsection followed by more rights to the face of Orion and Orion is stunned! Sean reels back AND NAILS A HUGE RIGHT HAND TO THE FACE OF ORION CAUSING HIM TO STUMBLE BACKWARD! He grabs Orion AND DROPS HIM DOWN WITH A SCOOP SLAM! He quickly grabs Orion and lifts him up and goes behind him, locking in a waistlock in the process. He hesitates for a mere second BUT HE HEAVES HIM UP AND DROPS HIM DOWN ALMOST ON HIS HEAD WITH A VICIOUS GERMAN SUPLEX! He gets to his feet again and lifts Orion to his. He grabs him by the wrist and shoots him into the ropes. Orion rebounds AND SEAN JAMES CATCHES ORION WITH A HARD CLOTHESLINE TAKING HIM DOWN TO THE MAT! He moves over to Orion’s head and begins stomping away at his head and chest as Orion struggles to turn over and get to his feet. TM: Whoo! Sean must have heard me and he took the advantage back! JH: That he did. But how long will he be able to keep it going? TM: This is the Black Knight we’re talking about Hitchen. Once he takes the advantage there’s no letting go of it for him. JH: Well, we’ll have to see about that as this match goes on. And find out we will as Sean continues the barrage of boots to the head and chest of Orion, soon changing to the head and back as Orion flips over onto his front attempting to get to his feet. Sean helps him do so as he grabs him by the head and lifts him up. He grabs him by the wrist and whips him into the corner and Orion rams back first into it. Sean takes a very quick moment to measure Orion up AND HE BARRELS INTO THE TURNBUCKLE NAILING ORION RIGHT ACROSS THE CHEST AND THROAT WITH A HARD LARIAT AND ORION REBOUNDS OUT OF THE CORNER UPON IMPACT! Sean goes over to Orion and grabs him around the throat AND HE BRINGS HIM BACK DOWN ACROSS HIS KNEE WITH A CHOKESLAM NECKBREAKER! TM: Good Knight, Bitch! JH: Now, really is there a need for that language right now? TM: Yeah, yeah there really is, now shut up! Sean takes no chances of Orion attempting to get to his feet and rolls him over and goes for the cover as Logan Black goes for the count… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NO THERE’S A KICKOUT BY ORION AT THE LAST SECOND!![/align] A look of slight frustration appears on Sean’s face as he goes for the cover again… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NO THERE’S ANOTHER KICKOUT BY ORION!![/align] JH: Oldriod refusing to stay down in this match. TM: He might as well stay down and save himself more of a beating by The Knight. Sean pounds the mat in frustration but quickly refocuses and goes back to the attack on Orion. He gets to his feet and grabs Orion and lifts him to his. He shoots Orion into the ropes AND HE CATCHES HIM WITH A HARD SPINEBUSTER SLAM AND SEAN SPRINGS BACK UP TO HIS FEET. He glares down at Orion who is grabbing at his back in pain. Sean picks Orion up off the mat and shoots him into the corner again. This time Sean makes his way over to Orion a bit slower than before and lifts him onto the top turnbuckle. Sean ascends the corner and brings Orion up with him. AND AFTER A BRIEF SECOND SEAN JAMES BRINGS ORION DOWN WITH HIM WITH A HARD SUPERPLEX AND THE TWO ARE DOWN ON THE MAT! Logan Black waits for a few seconds before beginning his ten count for both competitors to get to their feet… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!![/align] Sean slowly stirs. [align=center]THREE!![/align] Orion starts to stir as well. [align=center]FOUR!! FIVE!! SIX!![/align] Sean is up to a knee and Orion is using the ropes to pick himself up from the mat. [align=center]SEVEN!! EIGHT!! NINE!![/align] And both men are now on their feet and headed toward each other. Sean lands a kick to the midsection of Orion keeping the match under his control. He grabs Orion around the head and tosses his arm over his head. He grabs Orion from the waist and swings back AND HITS A VERTICAL SUPLEX ON ORION…NO…ORION MANAGED TO SHIFT HIS WEIGHT AND LANDED ON HIS FEET BEHIND SEAN. Orion runs the ropes in front of the stunned Sean AND HE TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A RUNNING NECK BREAKER! Orion quickly gets to his feet so as not to lose the advantage and lifts Sean to his feet. He nails a kick to the gut of Sean doubling the man over. He locks in a front facelock AND HE SPINS TAKING SEAN DOWN WITH A SPINNING NECKBREAKER WITH ONE ARM! Orion quickly goes for the cover and Logan goes for the count… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THR--!! AND SEAN KICKED OUT OF THE PIN BEFORE THE THREE!![/align] Orion doesn’t let the nearfall faze him and quickly gets to his feet. He grabs Sean around the head and lifts him up to his feet. He shoots him into the corner and follows him in. After a few quick right hands and knees to the gut, Orion lifts Sean up and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Orion climbs up to the top rope and lifts Sean up with him. He locks in a front facelock AND THIS TIME ORION BRINGS SEAN DOWN WITH A HIGH IMPACT SUPLERPLEX FLIPPING OVER AND LANDING ON TOP OF SEAN FOR THE COVER AGAIN… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THR--!! AND SEAN KICKED OUT OF THE PIN BEFORE THE THREE!![/align] JH: Both men pulling off high impact moves here trying to wear the other down and take the victory but not succeeding. TM: And Oldriod won’t succeed in this match, Hitchen. The Knight can’t be beaten. This time the frustration seems to be rising in Orion as he lifts Sean up to a seated position before jabbing his forearm into the face and the side of the head of Orion just as he’d done before. He lifts Sean up and shoots him into the ropes and goes off the opposite side AND HE CATCHES SEAN RIGHT IN THE HEAD WITH A HARD ENZIGURI TAKING THE KNIGHT DOWN TO THE MAT! Neither man seems to have the strength to get back to their feet at the moment and that prompts Logan Black to begin his ten count as before… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!![/align] Both men begin to stir. [align=center]THREE!![/align] Orion rolls onto his front and gets to his knees. [align=center]FOUR!! FIVE!! SIX!![/align] And Orion crawls over to Sean and slowly begins to get to his feet but still has yet to do so. [align=center]SEVEN!! EIGHT!! NINE!![/align] And Orion is up and lifting Sean James to his feet just before the ten. JH: And that was rather close. Both men almost lost the match until Orion managed to get to his feet and lift Sean to his. TM: Uh, yeah I think we can all see that, Hitchen. No need to explain the obvious. Orion gets to his feet and nails a few right hands to the head and back of Sean keeping him down on the mat. He lifts Sean to a seated position as he’s been doing quite a lot now and takes a few steps back behind Sean. He runs up AND HE FLIPS OVER SEAN JAMES GRABBING HIS NECK AND HE TORQUES IT FORWARD WITH A NECK WHIP! And Sean slams backward onto his back as a result of that move. Orion quickly gets to his feet and lifts Sean up to his. He shoots him into the corner...and the ref gets knocked backward onto the mat as he gets smashed between Sean James’ body and the corner of the ring! JH: And the referee in the wrong place at the wrong time and now he’s down on the mat! TM: Heh, what a dumbass. He had to have seen Sean coming at him and he could have moved. But he didn’t and now he is down on the mat face down, one arm covering his face just like all refs seem to do for some odd reason. Orion makes his way to Sean James and nails him in the face with right hands forcing him backward into the ropes. He takes a few steps back AND HE NAILS SEAN JAMES RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH THE ORACLE SMASH! JH: Oracle Smash on Sean James and he tumbles out of the ring to the floor! And the referee is still out! TM: Yeah, and it seems Orion is too, he just fell to the mat as he hit that move! Indeed he did. The action seems to have come to a halt for a few moments…BUT HERE COMES JIM O’BRIEN FROM THE BACK MAKING A BEE-LINE FOR SEAN JAMES ON THE OUTSIDE! He gets to Sean and lifts him to his feet AND HE THROWS SEAN RIGHT INTO THE CORNER POST AND SEAN IS OUT! JH: What the hell is he doing out here? TM: And why the hell is he attacking The Knight?! He can’t do that! Hey ref, hey ref! JH: He can’t hear you, you idiot, he’s too far away. And even if he wasn’t he’s out cold, how the hell’s he going to hear you? TM: Shut up, Hitchen! Jim begins to stomp on Sean and nails a knee drop right on his head before getting to his feet and moving away from the scene of the crime. Jim backs up on the walkway to the stage above just as the ref begins to come to. He gets to his feet slowly and sees both Orion and Sean out in and out of the ring. He begins to count them both out but soon Orion begins to stir… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!![/align] Orion is still stirring. [align=center]THREE!![/align] Orion rolls onto his front and gets to his knees. [align=center]FOUR!! FIVE!! SIX!![/align] Now he’s on his feet but Sean James is still out cold on the outside! [align=center]SEVEN!! EIGHT!! NINE!![/align] Still no movement from Sean as Jim looks on, still not being noticed by Orion. [align=center]TEN!![/align] Finally Orion notices Jim in the distance at the top of the ramp but still doesn’t realize what’s gone on. [align=center]ELEVEN!! TWELVE!! THIRTEEN!![/align] TM: Oldriod doesn’t realize Jim helped him just now! But, why? JH: Orion inadvertently cost the victory for Sean and helped Jim win it. That must be it. [align=center]FOURTEEN!! FIFTEEN!! SIXTEEN!![/align] And now Orion realizes what went on and a smile begins to form on his lips. TM: He knows what happened now, and he’s happy about it! [align=center]SEVENTEEN!! EIGHTEEN!! NINETEEN!! TWENTY!![/align] THAT’S IT! SEAN’S BEEN COUNTED OUT AND ORION WINS THE MATCH!! MA: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of the match…”THE ORACLE” ORION OOOOOLLLLLDDDDDDRIOOOOODDDDDDDDD!! JH: Well certainly a hard fought match but at the end it was all for naught for Sean James as Jim O’Brien costs the victory for him and helps Oldriod pick up the win. TM: Wait a minute, Hitchen! Look, it’s Rick Proctor and he’s beating the hell out of Jim on the stage! Indeed he is. Proctor nails a huge forearm shot to the back of Jim’s head causing him to stumble forward a bit. He whips Jim around and nails a hard shot to the face and Jim retaliates with a few hard shots of his own. AND HERE COMES ORION DASHING FROM THE RING AND HE GOES ON THE ATTACK ON RICK PROCTOR! JH: And Orion now helping Jim to take care of Proctor! Orion nails a few right hands as does Jim and Proctor begins stumbling backward. Orion takes a step backward AND HE NAILS PROCTOR RIGHT ACROSS THE CHEST WITH A HARD CLOTHESLINE SENDING HIM CRASHING DOWN TO THE METAL BELOW! Jim takes that moment to make his escape and exit to the backstage area and Orion looks on, the smile once again plastered on his face as he turns back to Proctor and grabs him by the head. He lifts him up and the two start to battle it out back behind the curtain as the scene cuts over to Sean being helped by Logan Black before cutting away. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] The door to Orion Oldriod's locker room is flung open as Orion returns from his wrestling outing. He does not look impressed as he snatches a bottle of water from his coffee table before pouring it over his face and head. Orion: I was supposed to do it all by myself! That big oaf had to come out there and screw it all up for me! Orion snorts and spits the water out before sharply turning his head to look at the mirror on his wall. Pinned to it is a white piece of paper folded over. Oldriod grabs it and unfolds it. Orion: We're Even Now. The camera looks over his shoulder to confirm that what he said was accurate. Orion: What the fuck does that mean? We're Even Now. Who does he think he is???? This was MY time! 'The Oracle' tosses the note aside and then kicks over the coffee table. Orion is hot as he scans around his locker room for more items to release his frustration on. He bats a lamp with his hand, knocking it onto the floor and then knocks a bowl of candy over. Before Orion can destroy anything else, there is a knock at the door and TNT interviewer Victoria Lee enters. Orion confronts her. Orion: What the hell do you want? Victoria looks up at Orion and then around him at the partly trashed room. Victoria: I was going to get your reaction on your first TNT win but looking around I can see it. Orion: Just get out! I don't need your microphone in my face! He snatches the microphone out of her hand before pointing to the door but Victoria lingers. Victoria: Actually, I had a message from my sister to give to you aswell. Next week it'll be Sean James and Rick Proctor versus Orion Oldriod and Jim O'Brien. Orion: YOU WHAT???? I don't want to team with him! I want to beat the big fucker! He comes into my match to 'help' me? I'm not standing for that! My name is Orion Oldriod, I am a former World Cham- ???: I think we all know who you are. A cold female voice interrupts Orion. Both Victoria and Oldriod turn around to see the TNT General Manager Madison Lee stood in the doorway. Madison: And I think I can help you. Orion: That'd be a first! Madison: I'd like to set the tone for Relentless with the first match announced. It'll be a title match. Orion Oldriod versus... Orion looks pretty excited now, his mood completely changed. Orion: Come on Madison, who is it? Madison:...JIM O'BRIEN FOR THE ULTIMATE ENDURANCE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! UEC RULES!!!! Orion's face drops whereas Victoria looks pretty impressed. Both she and Madison then leave the locker room, leaving a startled Orion. He looks down at the microphone in his hand and hurls it at the mirror, smashing it! The broken pieces slide down the wall as Orion contemplates his fate at Relentless. Cut to a different area backstage, where we find Sean James making his way towards his locker room, Rick Proctor in tow. Sean is cradling his own head, likely pounding after his encounter with the Monster of TNT. Both men are as silent as death as they move through whatever arena we're in (I still haven't checked). They arrive at their locker room, to find the door wide open and FIW officials filtering in and out in a hurry. Sean suddenly forgets his growing headache as he storms inside, a mixture of anger and worry painted on his face. Sean: What the hell is going on in here?! Just from looking around, we can tell someone forced their way in here. After a brief struggle, JJ was laid out and is still unconscious from said attack. Sean looks down at JJ and then whips his head around the room frantically. Sean: Where the fuck is April?! Where is she?! Sean grabs a nearby official by the collar, pulling the man nose-to-nose with him. Sean: Where the fuck is she?! Official: I-I-I don't know! Sean throws the official backwards, looking around the room in a panicked state. Realizing she isn't anywhere within the room, he shoves Rick aside and makes his way into the corridor, looking for any clue as to where his girlfriend might be. Poor Toby Bostock decides that now is a good time to make his way down this specific corridor, eating a nutritious banana as he does so. Well, Sean thinks these shit is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S! Ahem. Yes. He grabs Toby by the collar, slamming him against the wall and causing the interviewer to drop his source of potassium. Sean: You! You're always poking your nose where it doesn't belong! Where is April?! Toby: I-I-I-I… Toby continues to stutter the same word over and over, taking everything he has just to keep from wetting himself. A habit he's worked hard to control. Sean: TELL ME. YOU SAW SOMETHING! Toby: I-I-I-I… Remy… Sean's anger takes on a quiet form as he lowers Toby back to his feet, keep a hold on the little man's collar. Sean: Remy? Toby: Yeah, Remy. I saw him poking around… during your match. Sean: Remy was here. You saw Remy right here? Toby just nods his head. Sean thinks that information over for a moment before tossing Toby aside, letting the poor kid rush off to his safe place. Wherever that may be. It most certainly isn't here. Rick makes his way into the corridor, apparently having listened to the entire conversation. Rick: You want me to-- Before Rick can get the sentence finished, Sean raises a hand to silence him. Sean's eyes remain fixated on… nothing. They're just fixated. You know, like when someone's deep in thought. Sean: I'll handle this. 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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. JH: Our new FSC is going to be tested here tonight. TM: Think he really has anything to do with April’s disappearance? JH: Hard to say. It doesn’t seem his style, but then do we really know this man? We know he’s a thief, a ladies man, a conman, and he’s been involved with some seriously dodgy dealings over the years, hence his involvement with Stefan. I’m not sure if I would put it past him. TM: …Yes or no, that’s all I wanted. 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: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIONSHIIIIIIIP. In the ring, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 247lbs, TAMASABUROOOO SAAAAAAAAADAAA!!! A mixed reaction from the fans for the Tokyo native, as the smooth beats of the Fun Loving Criminals classic trickles through the speakers, evoking yet another mixed reaction from the crowd as it leads up to the Pulp Fiction quote… [align=center]Everybody be cool, this is a robbery! Any of you fucking pricks move, and I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of you![/align] JH: The crowd split on both these young wrestlers, both favour a street fighting style, should be an interesting match up. As those familiar chords kick in the ragin’ Cajun himself steps out onto the stage, a cocky grin emblazoned on his face as his Fighting Spirit Championship belt sparkles under the house lights. 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… [align=center]Is this some karmic-chi love thing happening here baby or what?[/align] …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. MA: And his opponent, he is the FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIOOOOOON, from the French Quarter of New Orleans, weighing in at 225lbs, REMEEEEEEEE, BARTEAUUUUUUUUUX!!! Michaela moves in on Remy and holds her hands out for his title belt, but he shakes his finger at the beautiful young referee and holds his arms out to the sides, waiting for her to detach it herself. With a reluctant sigh, she steps forward and wraps her arms around his waist, unbuckling the belt and pulling it away from his half naked body as he nods and grins, enjoying the whole process. TM: Hehe, nice move. JH: I don’t think Michaela’s too impressed. She takes the belt and shows it Sada, before holding it up for all the crowd to see. JH: And that’s what they’re fighting for folks. TM: Thank you, Hitchen, what would we do without your uncanny observations? She passes the belt out to Michael Anderson who tucks it away wherever they tuck away the belts during matches, and turns her attention back to the two wrestlers. They step toward the centre of the ring as Michaela explains the rules, then take a few steps back as she calls for the bell. DING, DING!! JH: Such similar wrestlers here tonight, from their preferred style to their attire. Both men begin to circle each other, bobbing along on their toes with their fists raised as they eye each other up. Sada throws a high kick, narrowly missing Remy’s head as the Cajun ducks out of the way and sends a kick of his own towards Tamasaburo’s midsection, but the Tokyo native dodges backwards and deftly avoids contact. He drops to the side and sweeps his leg at Barteaux’s, but the Cajun hops out of the way and aims a roundhouse kick toward the rising Sada’s head, only for it to cut through the air and land back on the mat as the Kenpo expert easily weaves out of it’s flight path. They take to sizing each other up once more and the crowd applaud in respect. TM: Come on already, somebody hit someone. JH: This is a fine display of technique and agility, what are you moaning about? TM: They’d show a lot more technique if they actually hit each other. Remy once again throws his leg out towards Sada’s ribs, only to have it caught before impact can be made! Sada pushes it away, spinning the Cajun 180 degrees before running at his back and taking him down face first into the canvas with a lighting quick Facebuster! He gets to his feet and runs the ropes, rebounding back towards his downed opponent and dropping a knee into the back of his peroxide blitzed head, once again smooshing his pretty face into the canvas! TM: Argh, April ain’t gonna want him now, not with a broken nose. JH: You’re assuming she wanted him to start with. Tamasaburo flips Remy over, only to get swatted away by flailing arms and elbows as the champion rolls away and up to a knee. He checks his face for blood, but finding none turns his attention back on his opponent, who runs at him and dives through the air with a two footed dropkick aimed at Remy’s head! The Cajun manages to knock the incoming feet aside and roll to safety, causing Sada to drop to his stomach on the canvas. He pushes up to all fours and Barteaux sees his opportunity. He sprints toward Sada, steps off his back and flips into a moonsault, crashing back down on the Asian’s back and splatting him back into the canvas! JH: Beautiful move from Remy there. He flips Sada over, only to take a stiff elbow to the temple that knocks him away long enough for Sada to scramble away and gather his bearings. Both men find themselves once more on opposite sides of the ring, staring each other down as the crowd applaud their efforts. JH: These guys seem so evenly matched at this point, neither has managed an advantage just yet. Both men begin a slow, steady rise to their feet, but Remy quickly changes up a gear and sprints across the ring, looking to drive his shoulder into Tamasaburo’s chest, but Sada locks in a drop toe hold and drops the champion chest first across the middle rope! He gets back to his feet and fires a string of STIFF kicks to Remy’s back as he lays there across the ropes, catching a momentary reprieve as Sada heads for the opposite ropes, rebounds off and comes flying back into Remy’s spine with a knee strike! The Cajun flops to the canvas and Sada is quick to make a cover, though Remy throws a shoulder up before Michaela can get to one. JH: Not even a one for Sada, but he does seem to have the advantage now. TM: Finally. Sada grabs the back of Remy’s hair and lifts his head off the canvas, glancing his forearm off his face with a series of quick and vicious shots, before lifting the Cajun to his feet where he begins a fresh volley of fists and feet, steadily backing Barteaux into one of the corners. Once up against the turnbuckle, Sada takes to thrusting his shoulder into Remy’s chest, once, twice, three times before taking him by the wrist and shooting him across the ring to the far ropes. Remy springs back and runs straight into a Spinning Wheel Kick that takes him crashing back into the canvas! JH: An impressive assault from Sada, wearing down his opponent with those martial arts skills. Sada goes for a pin on the champion… [align=center]One -- No![/align] Remy rolls a shoulder up, only for Sada to push back down. [align=center]One -- Kickout![/align] The Cajun throws his feet out and flips his shoulders off the canvas, but once again his opponent insists. [align=center] One Tw -- No![/align] Remy pushes out once more and this time Sada allows it, encourages it even as he once again peels the champ of the mat. He starts laying into him once more, this time with a sequence of Sumo-like strikes that push Remy back into the ropes, before whipping him off and -- No! Remy reverses and sends Sada hurtling across the ring, only for him to return straight into a hard hitting Yakuza kick! JH: MOB HIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!! Sada crashes to the canvas and Remy falls back against the ropes, leaning on them while catches his breath. JH: And with one strike Sada’s advantage comes to an end, but can Remy take over? TM: He looks pretty beat, probably worn out by all the kidnapping. JH: You don’t know that’s down to him. TM: Who else would? I bet he got some mob help with it too. Sada begins to stir on the mat, and Remy watches intently as the rampagin’ Asian takes to a knee, only to be sent spiralling back to the canvas as Remy charges in with a raised knee to the side of his head! The Cajun keeps on him, reaching down and applying a Full Nelson to his opponent before hauling him up and locking in the hold tighter. Tamasaburo struggles against his oppressor, desperately looking for an out, but fails to find one before Remy spins him around and switches his hold into a front chancery, quickly dropping the Tokyo native on his head with a… JH: DEE DEE TEE!! Remy rolls off to the side, shaking the last of Sada’s onslaught from his still dizzy head as he turns back to his prey. He scoops him up, position his own head beneath his arm and hauling him up over his shoulder for a Northern Lights Driver! JH: SOUTHERN NIIIIIGHTS ---- NO! Sada swings his feet back down and drags Remy head first into the canvas with a DEE DEE TEEEEEEE!!! He rolls through and keeps a hold of the champion’s head, grinding in the headlock as tight as he can in an effort to choke the Cajun out! JH: And Sada keeps the hold, but is he too near the ropes? Remy tries to fight his way out, digging into Sada’s ribs with his elbows but the Tokyo native just grinds in even further. The trapped Cajun reaches out with his feet, edging them toward the ropes but finds them just out of reach, so he goes back to firing elbows as he tries to shuffle himself up. TM: He’s starting to fight out of it. JH: Remy’s nearly at his knees, but Sada’s got that hold locked in tight with no signs of letting go. Indeed he has, but that doesn’t deter the Cajun as he fights his way back up to a vertical base, only for Sada to swing him back into the canvas with another DDT! This time he floats into a cover… [align=center]One! Two!! Kickout!!![/align] Remy throws a shoulder up and Sada rolls off to the side. JH: So far Sada’s been relentless with the pin falls. TM: Isn’t Remy the champ? Where are all his pin attempts? Bateaux takes a few moments to stare at the lighting rigs, sucking in some much needed 02 after his chokefest with Sada, who simply waits patiently for his prey to rise. TM: Get on him you moron, don’t let him catch his breath. JH: Rookie mistake perhaps? Or is he just stalking his prey? Remy slowly pushes himself off the canvas, his vision filled with little cartoon birdies as he groggily takes to a knee, and here comes Sada! He swings his right foot toward the Cajun’s head and buries it into his -- No! Remy ducks, falling back to the canvas and rolling to a safe distance as Tamasaburo’s foot glides past his head at a safe distance. He doesn’t give up there though, as he darts across the ring and throws his feet up into Remy’s face with a Front Dropkick -- No! Remy dodges again and Sada smacks his back on the canvas. Remy takes to his feet and moves in on his downed foe, only for Sada to kip up and wrap his legs around the champs head, dragging him down with a… JH: NIP-ARANAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!! Remy rolls across the canvas and pops up on the other side of the ring all disoriented, as Sada regains his footing and sprints across to his opponent. He pushes off Remy’s knee and swings his shin around into -- No! Remy ducks the Shining Wizard attempt and Sada spins helplessly round until his back is exposed. Barteaux takes advantage by sticking his head between Sada’s legs and scooping him up into an Electric Chair position, before turning round to face the corner and dropping the challenger face first onto the top turnbuckle pad! TM: Oooh, that’s gonna leave a mark…on the pad. Sada staggers backwards out of the corner, and into Remy’s waiting arms! He hauls him up onto his shoulders, Samoan style, clutches his wrist and spins him head first into the canvas with the… JH: JAMBALAYA DRIVAAAAAAGHHHH!!! TM: PIN! That’s it! [align=center]One! Two!! Kickout!!![/align] The Cajun rolls off and back to a knee, where he takes the opportunity to take a breather while his opponent lays on the mat, staring at the stars. JH: Sada’s certainly given Remy the run around with an impressive array of kicks and punches, not to mention that draining DDT choke, but now the champ’s slowed him down he needs to keep on him. Apparently he hears Hitchen’s advice and moves back in on Sada, hauling him up to his feet and applying a few chops to his chest to keep him reeling before he whips him into a far corner. He follows in, only to get a boot to the face! Remy spins round and Sada comes out fighting, only to take a back elbow to the jaw that sends him back into the corner from whence he came! Remy grabs his wrist and drags him out, straight into a hard boot to his gut before hooking him into a front chancery and hauling him into the air for a… JH: BRAINBUSTAAAAHHHHH! That’s Une! Remy keeps the hold and pulls Sada back up, before dropping him headfirst back down with a second! TM: DOSE!! JH: That’s Mexican you idiot, what you mean to say is DEUX!! Once again Remy hauls his opponent back up, but this time leads him back over to the corner. He backs himself in and steps up onto the bottom rope, then the second, all the time keeping his hold on Sada before hauling him upright…and dropping him head first into the top buckle pad with a Turnbuckle Brainbuster! JH: TRES!!! HOLY SHIT! TM: Sada’s dead, next match. Sada’s limp body bounces off the apron and drops to the mats at ringside as Remy steps down and leans back into the corner, a cocky grin on his face as his chest pumps in and out to process the precious oxygen. JH: Don’t just stand there grinning, get out there and get on him. This time Barteaux ignores the mighty Hitchen, choosing instead to wander across the ring and take in the sights. Michaela shouts at him to get Sada back in but when it becomes apparent that that isn’t going to happen, she begins to count. One! Two! Three! Four! Remy sits himself in a far corner and throws his fingers up along with the count. TM: Hehe, smart strategy. Have a sit down and let the count beat Sada. JH: And if Sada manages to get back in the ring? It’s a wasted opportunity if you ask me. TM: Nobody asks you anything, you just chime in whenever you feel like it. Five! Six! Seven! Unbeknownst to Remy, Sada begins to stir on the outside, pulling himself up to his hands and knees and shaking the stars from his aching noggin. Eight! Nine! Ten! He looks around for Remy but finds nothing, and so begins hauling himself up to his feet. Eleven! Twelve! Sada’s head pops up over the apron and Remy spots him, looking none to happy that the Asian didn’t stay down. He takes to his feet and charges across the ring, sliding along the canvas with his feet aiming right for Sada’s head. But Sada sees him coming! He dodges to the side as Remy comes hurtling towards him and kicks his legs out, bringing his right leg down across Remy’s chest as he slides past, taking him to the (un)protective mats below with a modified… JH: TOKYO DROPPUUUUGHHHHH!!! Awesome Scissor Kick move from Sada! Both men drop to the mats, Sada taking the time to get his head straight and Remy rolling about in pain, clutching at his chest. JH: This match really could go either way here, if one of these guys can just hold their advantage then they could bring it home. The count starts up once more, but this time Sada hears it. He rises to his feet and grabs Remy by the head, avoiding a few flailing arms as he drags him up and places a boot to his gut to keep him compliant. With the champion standing groggily before him, Sada runs at the barricades, leaps up onto them and comes flying off with a flying… JH: ENZIGUIRIIIIIIIIIII!!! …to the back of Remy’s head! The Cajun drops face first into the canvas as Michaela continues her counting. Three! Four! Five! He moves back in on the champ and hauls him up to his feet, throwing his arm across his shoulders as he leads him toward the steps. He guides him back up the steel stairs toward the ring, but Remy fights back to consciousness! He throws an elbow into Sada’s head, but Sada returns the compliment with a hard fist to Remy’s jaw, teetering the champion on the edge of the steel steps. Remy comes back though, with a fierce -- No! Sada blocks the incoming blow, hooks the arm and drags him off the top of the ring steps with a… JH: SUPER ARM DRAAAAAAAAAAGUGHHH!!! Remy crashes to the mats below in a heap of limbs, but the momentum causes him to roll through and back to his feet, albeit groggily. Sada measures up his prey, before spiralling off the top of the steps with a flying roundhouse -- No! Remy manages to catch him in mid flight! He repositions the challenger up onto his shoulders and spins him round, landing his legs on the announce table before dropping to his butt with the… JH: CAJUN SPIIIIIIIIICAAAAA!!! A table assisted Stunner right here in front of us! Both men once again finds themselves laid out on the floor from each other’s onslaught, as Michaela continues her count regardless. Ten! Eleven! Twelve! Both men begin to stir, using the desk to slowly clamber to their feet. Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen! Both men get to a vertical base, suddenly realising their proximity to their opponent. They both take on a defensive stance, before realising the count… Sixteen! Seventeen! They glance at the ref, then back at each other, then both bolt toward the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope just in time to break the count. TM: Oooh, that was tense. Both men scramble to their feet, eager to take the advantage and it’s Sada that sprints toward his opponent first, leaping into the air and driving a high knee right into Remy’s chest! The Cajun staggers backwards into the ropes and springs out, straight into a rising boot from Tamasaburo! Barteaux’s doubled over, Sada hits the ropes and comes back with a Scissors Kick! JH: TOKYOOOOOOOO--NOOOO!!! Remy spins out of the way and fires his own knee into the gut of Sada! He quickly hooks his wrist between his legs, hooks him up and spins him back into the canvas with a Pumphandle Rock Bottom! JH: CAJUN DRAAAAAAAAWLLLL!!! He hooks the leg… [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align] JH: Remy retains! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIOOOOOOON, REMEEEEEEE BARTEAUUUUUUUUUUUUX!!! “Scooby Snacks” flows from the speakers as Remy takes to his feet, his arms fired into the air in celebration as Sada rolls himself toward the apron and Michaela leans out of the ring to retrieve the title belt. Remy turns to take his -- wait, what’s that? JH: Hey, what’s going on? The TNT-tron switches to a backstage scene. A man lies face down on the floor, blood splattered on his bald head and a shadow cast over his unmoving form. TM: Who the hell…!? What happened back there? JH: I think that’s…that’s Carl! Remy stares up at the screen in disbelief at the beaten down image of his cohort, then the camera pans up to reveal… JH: Rick Proctor!? What the hell is he doing there? Why did he take out Carl? TM: Is that a chair in his hands? It is, Proctor glares down at Carl, his breath seething through his clenched teeth as his chest pounds in and out. He finally throws the chair down, right onto Carl’s back and turns, grinning maniacally toward the camera. Towards Remy. JH: Has he lost it…wait, now what’s happening? TM: Who was that? Someone just jumped into the ring in front of us. Remy goes to step through the ropes and onto the walkway to help his injured friend, but suddenly feels a heavy hand on his shoulder dragging him back into the ring. He stands and turns and… SMACK! JH: SEAN JAMES! Sean James that cracked the FSC belt off Remy’s face! The Cajun drops to the floor as James tosses the belt aside, his face the very picture of rage as he hauls Remy up and lays a few hard forearms across his face, before grabbing him by the neck and tossing him into a nearby corner. He follows in, getting right up in Remy’s face as he shouts… Sean: Where is she!? Huh!? WHERE IS SHE!? JH: He’s gone nuts, he truly thinks Remy has April. TM: And why not? The evidence is insurmountable. JH: What evidence? Toby's word?! This is insane. Sean fires off a few hard right into Remy’s jaw before whipping him out of one corner and into another. He charges in as the Cajun smacks off the turnbuckles, but he gets his foot up to block -- NO! Sean catches it and uses it to drag Remy down to the canvas. He jumps into a mount position and asks again… Sean: Where the FUCK is she!? …before continuing the pounding, firing rights and lefts into Remy’s head. JH: He can’t answer you if you kill him you moron! Security start to flood their way down the walkway and into the ring, flocking around the rage driven James as they try in vain to rip him off of Remy. He does not comply though and fires a string of back elbows at the guards, sending them flying across the ring as he gets back to work on battering Remy. TM: Holy crap, this is getting ugly. JH: Getting? I think we passed getting a couple of stops back. Once again the security flood in, more of them this time grabbing Sean’s arms and legs and torso as they struggle to pry him off. A few take Remy by the arms and slide him out of the dog pile to safety, but Sean fights off his oppressors and makes another break for it, only to find himself deluged by guards as they take him down to the canvas. Remy is rolled out to safety and hauled to his feet by a couple of nameless security types, unable to move under his own will. JH: My God, Remy’s been beaten to a bloody pulp. TM: Shouldn’t have messed with April then, should he? JH: I’m still not convinced he did. As Remy is escorted backstage, the guards manage to pin Sean to the mat, his head poking out of the pile and glaring at the bloodied and beaten form of the man who, supposedly, kidnapped his girlfriend. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] Proving to Craig that over-exposure is just-enough-exposure when it comes to the two-time Lady of the Year, we are backstage to see Kennedy making her way down a random corridor. The quickened pace and determined look all say one thing… this isn't a random stroll. She's on a mission for something. We find out what it is when she comes across Madison, having a conversation with a lowly stagehand. Kennedy places a hand on the man's shoulder, guiding him backwards to make room for herself to cut in. Kennedy: How about actually… I don't know, working? The stagehand gives Kennedy a bewildered look before stepping off to do just that. Madison makes no effort to defend the poor guy either, meaning the conversation wasn't her doing. Some people will start conversations with anyone. Kennedy: Madison. I am well aware this partnership thing is just as new for you as it is for me. So I'll forgive you for not informing me ahead of time of you "big meeting" today. Madison looks lost as to what in the world Kennedy is talking about. Madison: Meeting? I haven't a clue what you're going on about. Unless you mean the creative meeting I had this morning, but I have those every Tuesday morning. That's where we, you know, discuss the show. Kennedy chuckles at Madison's attempt to make her look dumb. Kennedy: Very funny, Maddy. I mean your meeting with Kailey Lane. Madison's just as lost now as she was before. Kennedy doesn't seem to be giving her good enough directions here. Madison: Meeting with Kailey Lane? What the hell are you talking about? Kennedy: What am I talking about? I'm talking about Kailey Lane waiting for me in my locker room earlier tonight, informing me that she had a meeting with you. Madison: Wait. Kailey Lane was in the building tonight? Kennedy: She didn't have a meeting with you? Madison: No, she didn't have a meeting with me. She was in your locker room? My building? Kennedy: Yeah, she was in my locker room. What do you mean you didn't have a meeting with her? Madison: Whoa, slow down. I haven't seen Kailey Lane since last week. And she hasn't returned any of my calls since then. What was she doing in your locker room? Kennedy: She was trying to get me to reconsider this partnership deal with Nadia. What do you think she was doing there? She was meddling! Madison takes a moment to get her thoughts in order. Being in the position of general manager, sometimes you need a moment to consider the power you hold in situations like that. Or maybe I just needed something to break-up the dialogue. Never can tell these days. Madison: No, that's fine. I'm gonna give Kailey Lane one more call. And if she doesn't return it, then I'll be giving someone else a call. That someone being the police. Because up until now I've been nice to Kailey, mostly because her little stunt was good for ratings. But this is the last straw. She feels she can just stroll in and out of my building at her leisure? I don't think so. Next week, Kailey Lane will be here, live on Tuesday Night Throwdown! The popping crowd can be heard even from this area backstage. Happens when they're excited. Madison: And if she isn't, it's because she'll be in jail! Kennedy smiles at that, apparently, good thought. Madison gives Kennedy one last look before making her way off-camera to leave the dastardly woman to fantasy about Kailey behind bars in an orange jumpsuit. Think about it, it's a funny visual. JH: Oh my God, Thomas! Kailey Lane, live on TNT next week! TM: Or behind bars! Don't forget, she has a choice. JH: Oh please! My guess is we'll see Kailey Lane here next week. TM: My guess is you better shut up before Kennedy kicks you again. JH: Shut up! Well, that's next week. Now it's time for Chris Maclay versus Jim O'Brien. MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, it is a non-title match and it your MAIN EVENT of the evening! [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” The crowd begin their jeering in anticipation of Maclay’s arrival, and it grows in volume as he steps out onto the stage, the Global Heavyweight title belt glinting in the light as it rests upon his shoulder. 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. “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. [/align] MA: Introducing first, he is the Dual Crown Champion...CHRIS MACLAY!!!! [align=center]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. EVOLUTION IS A MYSTERY FULL OF CHANGE THAT NO ONE SEES CLOCK MAKES A FOOL OF HISTORY 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, climbing over the top rope. TIME TO FIND OUT WHO I AM He makes his way to the southeast turnbuckle, climbing the 2nd one, facing the crowd. O'Brien stares a hole through the fans he faces, welcoming their negative energy towards him. Jim crosses his arms, shaking his head slowly. EVOLUTION, EVOLUTION O'Brien hops off the 2nd turnbuckle, which signals the song and lights to cut. He stands firmly behind the turnbuckle he was once standing on, staring at his opponent with dead-aim. The "Monster" then crosses his arms, showing no signs of fear or intimidation on his face.[/align] MA: And his opponent, hailing from Cincinnati Ohio. He is the Monster of TNT...JIM O'BRIEN!!!! Maclay hands his belt to the timekeeper on the outside through the ropes, as does Jim on the other side of the ring. The Essex Beast turns to find Jim O'Brien bouncing from foot to foot ready to go. Senior Referee Tony Clarke has been assigned this match and he calls for the bell. Maclay and O'Brien meet up in the centre of the ring. O'Brien points at Maclay and Maclay responds by pointing right back at the Monster. They trash talk, O'Brien well over a foot taller but the suplex machine of a Dual Crown Champion is giving as good as he gets. JH: Neither man wanting to take their eyes off the opponent here, nobody wants to blink first. TM: Or make that early mistake that means they are on the back foot for the rest of this match. Jim backs up slightly, only half a foot and he looks away momentarily before striking first! Maclay takes a hard punch to the face before he comes back with one of his own! The two competitors trade right hands, each and every shot landing with high velocity! Maclay seems to get the advantage, several hard shots unanswered to the head of O'Brien before Jim fires back with a heavy knee driven into the gut. Maclay doubles over and Jim headbutts the DC across the ring. Maclay finds himself leaning on the ropes. Jim charges at him but Maclay ducks underneath and hoists him over the top rope...JIM LANDS ON HIS FEET AT RINGSIDE!!!! The Monster slides back in and the two stare each other down once more. JH: Maclay wanted some early distance between them but Jim landed on his feet! TM: No rest for Maclay coming up anytime during this match if Jim gets his way and he usually does. They lock up in the centre of the ring. Both men struggle for a few moments before Jim gains the advantage by tying up Maclay in a wristlock, Jim quickly turns the wristlock into an irish whip by sending Maclay across the ring into the ropes and on his return he is met by Jim looking for a clothesline but Maclay ducks underneath the arm of Jim before bouncing off of the opposite set of ropes. Now running at Jim from behind, he jumps into the air and catches Jim with a bulldog takedown! He smashes the face of the Monster into the mat! Maclay quickly moves back to his feet pulling Jim up with him but Jim hits Chris Maclay with a big uppercut to the jaw breaking the hold Maclay has on Jim. JH: This is of course non-title action, the Dual Crown titles are not at stake here. TM: How can they be? The Champ is only in possession of one of the two belts! Both men back off of each other for a moment before lunging back at each other in the centre of the ring only this time Maclay picks up the advantage and whips Jim into the ropes. He comes back off the ropes and Maclay takes Jim O'Brien down with a drop toe-hold sending Jim face first into the mat for a second time. Maclay then gets back to his feet before grabbing the right leg of O'Brien and lifting it high in the air before slamming his knee hard down on the mat making Jim instantly grab his knee in pain. Now Maclay pulls Jim back to his feet and he wraps his arms around the waist of O'Brien from behind. Maclay is looking for a german suplex! Maclay attempts to perform the suplex and snap back O'Brien but he lifts but nothing happens! Once again he goes to lift Jim, but Jim retaliates by elbowing Chris Maclay until he finally breaks loose from Maclay’s grip. TM: At least we don't have to worry about Swytch interfering in this match. JH: He was taken out of here by Security earlier tonight. TM: Those poorly paid security guys do such a great job! Jim is already up and on the offence! He grabs the Original Main Event by the neck and he locks his arm tightly after getting a hard knee into the stomach. Jim then drops Maclay down hard on his head with a BIG DDT!!!! Jim surveys the damage caused before slowly getting back up to his feet. JH: A nice DDT by Big Jim on Maclay! Once back to his feet Jim heads into the ropes and he bounces back off to drop a leg down across the chest of Chris with a high elevation leg drop! Maclay clasps his chest in pain. Jim pulls him back to his feet without hesitation but Maclay stops it by pulling his legs out from underneath him forcing Jim to fall down to the mat landing on his back. Chris makes his way to his feet before grabbing Jim by the hair and he pulls him up. Maclay hoists all 309 pounds of Jim up onto his shoulders! TM: Maclay’s got him up! JH: What's coming here? Jim is up on the shoulders of the Essex Beast and Maclay spins him around before driving him down into a MICHINOKU DRIVER!!!! Maclay holds on for the cover! TM: TAKA'S REVENGE!!!! [align=center]1! 2! Kick out by Jim![/align] JH: Maclay making the first attempt at a pinfall in this match. TM: But it was not successful! Maclay gets to his feet obviously frustrated with Clarke’s count but the Senior Referee on TNT refuses to reverse the decision. As Maclay continues to argue, Jim grabs Maclay between the legs and rolls him up into a pin with the school boy! [align=center]1! 2...Early kick out by Maclay![/align] JH: Jim looking to steal the win there. TM: Can you imagine what a win over the DC would do for Jim O'Brien? He'd be the automatic number 1 contender! JH: That is a very good point. Whenever you've got Chris Maclay in action, if he were to get pinned or made to submit then that man or woman would become a big contender for the titles. Maclay appears to be upset with Jim and he stands to his feet at the same time as Big Jim. They lock up in the centre of the ring with both men jockeying for leverage before Jim breaks free to nail Maclay with a kick to the stomach forcing him to double over. O'Brien then drives a hard forearm down across Maclay's lower back to send him down to the canvas. Jim starts to stomp on Maclay before pulling him to his feet and irish whipping him into the ropes. Jim gets on the hop, running against the ropes opposite to Maclay to catch him with a LAAARRRIIIIAAAAAATTTTTT!!!! JH: LLLAAARRRIIIAAATTTTT!!!! TM: Ouch! That had to hurt…. JH: The Monster took Maclay's head off! O'Brien then climbs out of the ring appearing to look for something, he picks up the Global Heavyweight Championship and a steel chair from underneath the timekeeper. Jim places the belt onto the apron before walking around the ring. He watches as Tony Clarke notices the belt on the apron and Jim slides in with the chair in hand. Maclay is using the ropes to get up and Jim storms towards him. The Monster raises the chair into the air and brings it crashing down...THE CHAIR BOUNCES BACK OFF THE TOP ROPE INTO JIM'S FACE!!!! JH: It backfired on Jim! TM: That wasn't in the plan! Jim drops the chair and Maclay pushes it out of the ring only seconds before Tony Clarke turns around. All he turns to see is Maclay with his shoulder buried into Jim's gut forcing him back into a corner. Maclay continues to drive his shoulder into O'Brien's bread basket. He then peppers Jim with STIFF right hands to stun the big man. Jim manages to push Maclay away from him for a moment but Chris Maclay is tenacious and he comes back...both men fall through the ropes! JH: Down outside the ring now! TM: They better not come over here, this table might not be able to take Jim's weight! Both men are back up at the same time and they spend a few moments slugging each other with heavy blows before Jim slams a hard knee into Maclay's gut. He shoves him back to the ringpost and then charges at him...MACLAY MOVES AND JIM'S SHOULDER STRIKES THE RINGPOST!!!! JH: The ring just moved a foot or two! TM: It really wouldn't surprise me! Jim is vulnerable, he clasps his arm in pain and Maclay grabs his hair. He bends O'Brien back into a REVERSE DDT ON THE RINGSIDE MATS!!!! The back of Jim's head cannons off the floor as Tony Clarke starts the count. [align=center]1! 2![/align] Maclay pulls Jim up, struggling as he does because of the huge size of the Monster. Chris rams Jim's head into the apron twice before chopping him hard across the chest. [align=center]3! 4![/align] Jim O'Brien is taken along the apron and across the ringside area to the announce table. Again Maclay takes Jim's head into an object and this time it's the announce table that takes the brunt of it. [align=center]5! 6![/align] JH: Watch out guys! Maclay then starts to roll Jim onto the desk but O'Brien fights back! He knocks Maclay's hands away from him before kicking him flush in the face with a big boot. Maclay stumbles back, he gets grabbed and tossed over the barricade into the crowd! TM: All right Hitchen, looks like you're safe now. [align=center]7! 8![/align] Jim hops over the barricade to join the Essex Beast in the front row, only to be caught with a thumb to his eye by Maclay. Jim can't see and he swings wildly. Maclay easily dodges Jim's swings and hooks him up for a vertical suplex...Jim fights him off! He knocks Maclay back with another big headbutt to the temple. Maclay is then picked up with relative ease by the Monster...ROTATING SPINEBUSTER IN THE FIRST ROW!!!! [align=center]9! 10! 11![/align] Jim picks Maclay up and throws him over the barricade back to ringside. Maclay begins to crawl towards the 'safety' of the ring apron as Jim O'Brien steps over the steel crowd controller. He grabs Maclay by his short hair and whips him quickly into the steel steps with a crash! Maclay's lower back took the impact and he winces in pain as he lays out on the mats. [align=center]12! 13! 14![/align] Like a grizzly bear Jim pulls Maclay up by the hand, only to jerk him into a short clothesline! For a second time Jim goes hunting and drags a prone Maclay to his feet. He then rolls Maclay back in and follows him under the bottom rope to stop the count of TC. TM: They took a big trip around the ring and it's resulted in advantage Jim. JH: Champion versus Champion here, Jim showing those tough UEC qualities but you won't get any honour from Chris Maclay. Maclay is taken into a corner and Jim steps back. He measures up Maclay before UNLOADING ON HIM!!!! Jim continues to pound away on Maclay with straight punches to his face and head. Jim looks for a left, but Maclay blocks it and grabs his left arm. Chris pushes it away before jamming his forearm in the Original Main Event‘s face! Maclay sneaks out from in front of Jim, he stands behind him to ram his head into the top turnbuckle before jumping up onto Jim’s back in a crucifix! JH: Where did that come from? Crucifix? [align=center]1! 2! Kick out by Jim![/align] Maclay gets to his feet and isn't happy to see Jim also starting to get back up. Maclay buries a kick into his ribcage before dropping the point of his elbow into Jim's spine. Jim collapses down to the mat and Maclay starts to get cocky, poking Jim with the end of his boot. He rolls Jim over and goes for the elbow again but Jim rolls out of the way! JH: Nice agility for a man his size. TM: Chris Maclay went to the well one too many times. Jim is straight up and fired up. He stalks Maclay into a corner and then goes back to what brought him to the dance, those heavy blows. He punishes Maclay with more right hands, varying their location with some to the gut, chest, shoulders and head! Maclay can hardly breathe as he is continually hammered! Maclay is then hit high into the air with an uppercut and he slumps down into the corner into a sitting position. Jim looks down, the grey matter is working overtime. O'Brien takes a step back, then sharply turns and sprints at the ropes on the other side of the ring. He comes off the ropes and RAMS HIS KNEE INTO MACLAY'S FACE ALA MICK FOLEY!!!! JH: OUCH!!!! TM: Check his teeth! JH: These two guys just want to kill each other! TM: Did you expect anything less???? Maclay slowly begins to get up, now with a swelling developing below his right eye. Jim is nice and helps him up, grabbing his head though as he does. Jim wastes no time in following up, landing a couple of big rights to the gut that lift Maclay's feet off the ground. Jim whips Maclay into the ropes but Maclay is prepared and bounces back off directly into a SLEEPER HOLD!!!! TM: He wants to put Jim to sleep! JH: Good strategy! Maclay rags at the head as Jim starts to walk to the ropes. Jim reaches out to the top rope but Maclay desperately tries to keep him away from it! Jim O'Brien turns around, his back and Maclay towards a turnbuckle and Jim starts striding backwards...SQUASH!!!! Maclay stumbles out of the corner struggling to breath after having his insides re-arranged at Jim's hands. Maclay turns around to find Jim running at him with a clothesline in mind, which Maclay manages to duck! He reaches back for the neckbreaker but Jim breaks it off! They both turn around looking for a...DOUBLE LARRRRRIIIIAAAAATTTTTT!!!! JH: Both men down now and I don't know how much more these two warriors can take?! TM: Don't ask me, Maclay's angry at Swytch for taking his SoH and he's taking it out on Jim! Jim wants the DC and he's taking it out on the man that has it, Chris Maclay! Both men reach out for the ropes nearest to them. They start that long slog back up and unsurprisingly, they are up and vertical at exactly the same time! Maclay comes at Jim, who sees him coming and hoists him up for a sidewalk slam but Maclay flips out of it! He lands on his feet and goes instantly behind O'Brien for a German! Maclay locks his hands around Jim's waist but Jim turns inside, Maclay adjusts and goes for the Northern Lights but Jim blocks it with an elbow down into the back. Maclay is weakened and Jim hooks him up for a DDT...Maclay fights it and grabs Jim's left wrist! He wants to go for a wrist-clutch suplex but Jim has it scouted and he snaps his arm back! He goes for a hard kick to the gut but Maclay sees it coming...CAPTURE SUPLEX!!!! JH: JIM GOT PLANTED INTO THE MAT!!!! TM: Is it over now???? [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! Shoulder up by Jim![/align] Maclay is almost begging Tony Clarke, he is on his knees asking about the count but Clarke is not giving him the answer he wants. Maclay gets up, one hand on the head of Jim and he brings the groggy Monster with him. Maclay whips Jim into a corner VERY HARD, Maclay leaves his feet to deliver the whip and Jim smashes into the turnbuckle! THE TOP TURNBUCKLE CABLE SNAPS!!!! JH: Whoa! What was that???? TM: That top rope is hanging! The velocity of Jim O'Brien snapped the rope! THE ROPE SNAPPING HAS SEEMINGLY WOKEN THE MONSTER AND HE RAMPAGES OUT OF THE CORNER!!!! HE SPINS MACLAY AROUND AND HOISTS HIM UP FOR THE BURNING HAMMER...MACLAY SLIDES OFF JIM'S SHOULDERS!!!! MACLAY DROPS TO HIS KNEES AND SCORES WITH A LOW BLOW!!!! TM: Disqualification!? JH: Referee Tony Clarke is trying to sort out the broken turnbuckle/rope! TM: For crying out loud, what do we pay the ring monkeys for? Incompetent bastards! JIM IS VULNERABLE AND HOOKED UP...'SPIN CYCLE'!!!! JIM SPIKED ON HIS HEAD!!!! MACLAY RUSHES INTO A COVER!!!! [align=center]1! 2! 3![/align] MA: Here is your winner...CHRIS MACLAY!!!! TM: It was hard and it was tough but somehow Maclay won it! JH: He won it with a low blow and a Spin Cycle after taking the oppurtunity presented by that rope exploding. TM: That's just good ring sense! Maclay gets off Jim and leans on the ropes to catch his breath as Tony Clarke raises his arm in the air. He is then presented with his Global Heavyweight Championship belt and he raises it in the air, a part of him annoyed about not being able to raise the SoH with it. "Passive" by A Perfect Circle begins to play but stops only a few seconds after it starts. JH: That's odd. TM: It's not a surprise, the ring monkeys can't keep a ring together and our technical geeks can't play the music properly! Maclay shrugs, he knows he was in a fight here tonight and he watches as Jim starts to stir around. The Ultimate Endurance Champion starts to get up, one eye on Maclay and the other on TC, who is offering that very title to Jim. [align=center]ORION ORION ORION[/align] JH: Why in the blue hell are we hearing this? Hasn't he done enough tonight? TM: It's Orion Oldriod's music! JH: I know that! Both Jim and the Essex Beast turn to the TNT entrance in anticipation of the appearance of 'The Oracle' as the stage turns to blue and 'Orion' by July of Kings starts to play. The camera is positioned on the other side of the ring facing the entrance waiting for Orion to show up but instead HE SLIDES INTO THE RING FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING!!!! ORION SPRINTS AT JIM...CHOPBLOCK ON THE RIGHT KNEE!!!! TM: That's your tag team partner for next week you idiot! JH: We talk about Jim losing it, look at him! Maclay starts stepping through the ropes out of the ring but before he can exit completely...ORION SUPERKICKS MACLAY OUT!!!! HE THEN TURNS BACK TO JIM AND PRODUCES A STEEL PIPE FROM HIS LEATHER JACKET... [align=center]PIPE SHOT TO THE KNEE!!!! PIPE SHOT TO THE KNEE!!!! PIPE SHOT TO THE KNEE!!!! PIPE SHOT TO THE KNEE!!!! [/align] JH: STOP THAT!!!! This match is over now! TM: He's taking on Jim for the UEC at Relentless remember, this is a message to the Monster! Orion drags Jim along the mat to a corner and he rolls out of the ring. Oldriod pulls Jim's legs around the post and then rears back to WRAP THE RIGHT KNEE AROUND THE POST!!!! Orion repeats the move before picking up the steel chair that Jim tried to use on Maclay earlier...CRACK!!!! JIM'S KNEE SANDWICHED BETWEEN POST AND CHAIR!!!! JH: Orion's ego was pricked earlier by Jim assisting him in his match but right now he's the prick! TM: He's taken this way too far now! What condition will Jim be in after this???? JH: And this all overshadows Maclay's huge win over Jim! As the show comes to an end Orion is still pounding away on Jim's knee with the chair! JH: We'll see you next week! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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