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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; September 27, 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 Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan! TM: Is there anything I'm excited about tonight? I can't think of anything. JH: We've got a HUGE main-event! Jim O'Brien tagging with Orion Oldriod to take on the team of Sean James and Rick Proctor. TM: Is Jim even capable of competing after what Orion did to him last week?! JH: We're gonna find out, aren't we? We also have a Ladies Tag Team Match featuring Kendra Norton, teaming with Torrence Coleman to take on the duo of Nadia Kassle and Kennedy. TM: Now THAT I like! I can't wait to see Nadia and Kennedy take it to the rookie and nosejob. JH: Speaking of those two, we're also gonna hear Kailey Lane's decision to accept Madison's invitation to show up here tonight or face a jail sentence for her action two weeks ago. TM: Ugh! Why she's trying to screw up a good thing of Kennedy and Nadia is beyond me! I hope she is in jail! The house lights fade into darkness as the opening chords to Three Days Grace anger anthem, “(I Hate) Everything About You,” rips through the PA system. 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. JH: We’re jumping straight into the action here with some triple threat mayhem. Now what the hell’s up with Max lately? Turning his back on the fans because they turned their back on him? TM: You know what’s weird, I kinda like the guy now. Isn’t it strange how my opinion of him has changed so rapidly? JH: It is. It’s almost like a persons alignment dictates whether you like or dislike them. Hmm. TM: Hmmm. Max poses with arms outstretched for moment, and he soaks up the jeers from the fans, before stepping out to the TNT signature elevated ramp. Max strolls down the ramp, shaking his arms out to loosen up. Glaring at the fans along the way. 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, and the fans boo the roof off of the arena. MA: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at 235lbs, MAX, COROOOOOOOOOONAAAAAA!!! 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. JH: Fresh off a title match with the FSC, Sada’s gonna be looking to prove something here tonight. TM: Yeah, prove that he doesn’t suck. HA! See what I did there? Genius. Knowing business comes before pleasure, Tamasaburo forgets about doing anything flashy for the crowd and just makes his way to the ring. Once at the ring, Tamasaburo slides in and gets up quickly to his feet where he double checks his wrist tape and does a short warmup both physically and mentally for his match. MA: From Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 247lbs, TAMASABUROOOOOOOO, SAAAAAAAADAAAAAA!!! The house lights suddenly drop and we hear an unexpected... [align=center]*BEEP*[/align] TM: It's that censor from Max's interview! He's back... for some reason! [align=center]Windmill, Windmill for the land. Turn forever hand in hand. Take it all in on your stride. It is sticking, falling down. Love forever love is free. Let's turn forever you and me. Windmill, windmill for the land. Is everybody in?[/align] A spotlight suddenly shines on the entrance as Fat Joe starts rapping about laughing gas and ass cracks revealing Bill Kuriyama and his crew, Shake, Matlock, and Lee. Bill seems to have traded the red and white tights for a black and green motif; baggy, soft-looking black pants with green slitted triangles at the bottom on either side and a green sash. Bill's arms are decorated as usual, with green and black being the main colors, of course, and a pair of dark shades rest on his eyes. About at Fat Joe's first psychotic laugh, Bill motions that his crew bounce, and they do indeed head toward the ring under the spotlight. Shake and Matlock throw up signs and grin while Lee smiles politely and waves at the fans. Bill steps between the ropes as his crew rallies to his corner, throwing his arm up in the air Rock-style. Matlock hands him a mic, and he takes it as Gorillaz' "Feel Good Inc." dies down. JH: Bill Kuriyama has made an impact with his entrance here tonight! TM: Eh, slap a new can of paint on the same old shit and whaddya got? JH: ... didn't you steal that line from one of Bill's promos this week? TM: ... er... no! Shaddap! BK: FINALLY, Bill Kuriyama HAS COME BACK!!! The fans pop madly and laugh along with Bill, who seems amused with himself, mouthing "I had to do it" to someone amongst the ring crew. He finally puts the mic back to his lips. BK: It strikes me that I left a few choice words out of what I had to say this week, and you two know as well as I do that we can't have that! So if you fans don't mind me takin' up your time tonight... A "BEE-KAY! BEE-KAY!" chant starts up, with some help from Bill's crew. Bill smiles and nods, and the fans die down, so Bill starts talking again. BK: Tamasaburo Sada! ... heh. Shocked I can pronounce your name? Doesn't seem any of the morons who've been taking you on lately can, I figured I'd give ya a little taste of home, y'know? That's about all the taste you're gonna get, though. Let me tell you somethin', kid. This ain't training day. This ain't even WWE... and this sure as HELL ain't no Super Monkey Robot Team Power Force Go! Teen Titans anime show! Dog people? Voice-overs!? Are you even aware you're wrestling this week, chippy? Lemme clue you in on somethin'; neither Max Corona and I are gonna stand here gruntin' like we've got a ten-ton shit bomb in our shorts, charging up some kamea-meha crap with ya. I'm gonna kick your damn head off, and Max? Bill turns to Max, smiling and shaking his head. BK: Well, Max? What can I say about you that you haven't already said yourself? Bill fishes some notecards out of the back of his sash and begins flipping through them, reading as he goes. BK: "I put my life on the line each and every time I step foot in the squared-circle." Sounds like you're well aware nobody here likes you and most of us wanna see you dead. That gets a little laugh, Max rolls his eyes. BK: "I don’t need you, any more, you can stop buying my tee-shirts, and they’re too good for the likes of those who turn their back on those who need you." Seems like you're just upset about the inexplicable spike in Graver's merchandise sales. That gets a slightly much bigger laugh and a pop (we are in Graver country!), and Max folds his arms, saying something about getting on with the match. Sada is probably thinking about combat as well, but I prefer to imagine him singing the theme from Hi Hi Puffy Ami-Yumi in his head. BK: "I can't even make eye contact with those fucking ring monkeys backstage." It gets less difficult if you actually give 'em a call. C'mon, man, one night stands are way too passé. A larger laugh. Max looks about ready to lunge at BK, but the good 'ol Michaela holds him back. BK: All right, all right. I see you're gettin' testy, and I'm sure you'd much rather be gettin' testes. We all know the two Ts in "Mr. TnT" stand for "T-baggin'"... Pause for a laugh. BK: So I'll just say this. Max Corona! Tamasaburo Sada! You two are about to experience THE BEST DAMN WRESTLER ON THIS GOOD GREEN-NESS! The SEX-- not "sexual" --MACHINE GUN!! BILL KU-RI-YAMAAAAAAAAAA!!! NOW! DO! YOU! FANCY... THAT!? Bill tosses the mic out of the ring and smiles at his opponents as the crowd cheers, Max seethes, and Sada (at least in my little imagination) gets to the chorus of "Planet Tokyo". Bill's crew throws up some signs and heads to the back to make sure the match is fair, and everyone pretty much calms down. All three men prepare themselves in their own designated corner, checking the tape on their wrists, bobbing on the spot, cracking their neck from side to side as they await the bell. Michaela steps between them and reminds them all of the rules, just in case they’d forgotten since the last bazillion times they’ve wrestled. Hmm, whaddya know, bazillion’s an actual word. Anywhoo, she finishes her little pre match talk and moves away to call for the bell, and as she does Max Corona bursts across the ring! DING, DING! SMACK! Corona barrels into Bill with a forearm, catching the Asiacan off guard and knocking him back into the ropes where he continues to assault him with a flurry of forearms and clenched fists. Sada barely has time to register what’s happened before Max takes Bill by the wrist and whips him across the ring, he rebounds off the -- No! Kuriyama hooks his arms around the ropes and stops his progress, much to the chagrin of Corona who…get his head taken off by a Yakuza Kick from Sada! JH: Max trying to take the early advantage, didn’t work though. Bill frees himself from the ropes and moves in on the downed Corona. He lays a few boots into his ribs before peeling the freshly turned heel off the canvas and hauling him to his feet. Once there, Bill fires a stiff chop into the man’s chest, stiff enough to spin him slightly in the direction of Sada, who decides to join in. He smacks a forearm off the side of Max’s jaw, spinning him back to a hard left from Bill which in turn sets him up for a right from Sada. This time Max spins into a raised knee from Kuriyama that allows the former FSC to whip him into the ropes and…throw a standing lariat into Sada! The Tokyo native drops to the canvas and Bill turns back to the incoming Max, leaping into the air with a leg lariat that cracks off Corona’s face and drops him into the canvas! TM: Well that little bit of team work didn’t last long. JH: Every man for himself, Bill took the opportunity when he saw Sada was focused on Max. Now Bill’s the only one on his feet. Not for long though as a rather grumpy Sada begins to regain his feet, standing straight into a STIFF knee from BK that rattles him backwards and into the ropes. Bill grabs him by the head and heaves him up to full verticality, snapping a few knife edge chops off his chest before whipping him across the ring and catching him on the rebound with a lighting fast… JH: BELLY TO BELLEEEEEEUUUGHHHH!!! Sada crumples into the mat as Bill retakes his feet…and turns straight into a Max Corona Dropkick! TM: HA! Didn’t see that coming did ya? JH: The pitfall of the Triple Threat match. You gotta have eyes in the back of your head. Bill rolls to his stomach and pushes himself up to all fours, only to take a harsh boot to his ribs from the angered Corona. BK crumples back to the canvas and Max fires in flurry of stiff shots, peppering his ribcage with boot after boot after boot, before relenting and turning to face the crowd, arms outstretched as if to say, “look at me, aren’t I great?” TM: Look at him, isn’t he great? See. Anyway, he turns his attention back on Bill and scoops him up to his feet, only to get his head taken off by a roundhouse kick from Sada -- NO! Max ducks and Sada’s foot connects with Bill’s temple, sending him back into the canvas as Corona turns on Tamasaburo and levels him with a clothesline -- NO! Sada ducks that and switches out behind him. He waits for Max to spin around before shuffling a side kick into his gut, followed by straight super style kick to his face! JH: Man, those feet are lethal, now it’s Sada left as the only man standing. Not for long though as he dives into a cover on Max… [align=center]ONE! TW -- Kickout![/align] Course it’s not enough, not yet. Sada takes Max by the head and drags him up, only to get soccer kicked in the face for his trouble. He staggers backwards and Max falls into the ropes. Sensing his location, Corona hauls himself unsteadily onto the second rope and dives off, hooking Sada’s head as he flips him over with an… JH: SECOND ROPE OOOOOOOOOOVERCASTLE!!! Sada is snapped into the canvas and Max rolls to a sitting position, taking a moment to shake the cobwebs from his head before taking to his feet. TM: HA! Now it’s Max as the last man stand -- nuts. Nuts indeed as Max feels a hand on his shoulder. He spins round, instinctively throwing a fist but it sails over Bill's head! BK pops up and fires a palm strike to Corona’s nose that sends the Oregon native staggering backwards, clutching at his aching face. Bill follows up with a flurry of palm strikes to Max’s chest that back him into the ropes! TM: He’s gone sumo on him. JH: That would be the Japanese in him coming out. Bill takes Max by the wrist and whips him across the ring, running in to meet him as he rebounds and switching round him to hook in a rear waist lock, before hauling him over with a… JH: GERMAN SUPLEXUUUUUUGHHH!!! Max’s head and shoulders crash into the canvas, but Bill keeps the hold and drags him back up and over with another… JH: GERMAN SUPLEXUUUUGHHH!!! That makes two! He’s still got the hold locked on! He heaves him up and…stops. He releases his grip and slaps Max across the back of the head, letting the groggy Corona drop face first into the mat. JH: Hehe. TM: What’s the point in that? Idiot. Bill reaches down to scoop up Corona, but catches a glimpse of the rising Sada in his peripheral vision. He picks Max to his feet, firing a few chops into his chest to keep him groggy while keeping one eye on Sada’s progress. As the Tokyo native reclaims his feet, Bill whips Max directly into him! The two clash and Sada falls into the ropes as Corona stumbles forward into a boot from Bill. He locks him in a front chancery, underhooking his arm before heaving him up for the… JH: BKPLEXUUUUGHHHH OOOOOOHHH -- NO! Sada’s up! He dashes in and takes Bill’s feet from under him with a sweeping kick that brings him to the mat, with Max falling on top of him. Before Michaela can get into a position to count the unintentional pin, Sada drags him off and hauls him to his knees, locking in a Standing Crossface! JH: It’s an interesting approach in a triple threat. How long can he hold it in before Bill interrupts? He wrenches back on Corona’s neck as Max tries in vain to claw his way out of it. He kicks his legs toward the ropes but they’re just too far out of range. His muscles tense as he tries to hold on. TM: Bill you idiot, get up and help him! JH: You’re cheering on Bill now? TM: If it helps Max, yes. Bill must of heard him because he’s sitting up and shaking the cobwebs from his noggin. He glances at his opponents and realises how close he is to losing this match, and so takes to his feet, running into the fray and…getting booted in the jaw by Sada! JH: Sada keeps the hold locked in and throws a stiff kick at the incoming Bill! Impressive! Bill re-gathers his footing and decides to come at Sada from a different angle. He hits the ropes in front of Max and rebounds off, launching himself into the air and firing his feet over Corona’s head and into Sada’s face with a dropkick! TM: Phew, that was a close one. Sada staggers backwards to the canvas and Max rolls to the apron, clinging to the bottom rope as he rubs his neck. Bill moves in on Sada, scooping him up…and getting thrown off by a flurry of forearms and elbows. He comes back and fires a boot into Sada’s…No! Sada catches it and sweeps Bill’s other leg out from under him. He falls to the canvas and Sada looks to hook his legs into some sort of submission, only to get kicked off toward the ropes. He comes back as Bill nips up and runs straight into his arms for a Belly to -- No! Sada fires a knee into Bill’s gut on the way up and is dropped back to the canvas. Both men come to a stalemate, staring each other down…as Max Corona comes spring boarding off the top rope and crashes into them both with a Crossbody! JH: Max outta nowhere! TM: That’ll teach ‘em to ignore Max Corona. Max gets to his feet and hauls up Bill with him, dragging him to the corner and heaving him shoulder first into the turnbuckle. He draws him back out and tosses him through the ropes to the outside before turning his attention back on Sada. JH: Max is looking pissed. TM: Hell yeah, he’s gonna show ‘em who’s boss now. He picks Sada to his feet and puts a knee in his gut for good measure, before hooking him up and snapping him over with a… JH: SNAP SUPLEXUUUGHHHH!!! He holds on and brings him up for another! And another, snapping Sada’s back into the canvas for a third time before finally relinquishing his hold. He hauls Sada back to his feet and whips him into a corner, following in with a clothesline that squashes Tamasaburo back into the buckle. Corona takes a step back and notices Bill on his feet at ringside. He makes for the far ropes, rebounds and slides back with a Baseball slide that sends Bill crashing into the barricades. Max pulls himself back into the ring and grabs Sada’s wrist, twisting it round as he makes his way up the turnbuckle. He steps out onto the top rope, walking steadily to the middle before leaping off with the -- NO! Bill leaps onto the apron and fires a forearm into Max’s lower back, unsteadying the Oregon native enough to relinquish his grip on Sada. Bill steps up onto the middle rope and wraps his arms around Max’s waist, dragging him off with a… JH: GERMAN SUPLEXUUUGHHHH!!! From the top rope to the outside!!! TM: HOLY SHIT!!! A sentiment shared by the crowd as they begin the chant. Max’s head, neck and shoulders slam into the ringside mats as Bill rolls to the side, though he didn’t get off unharmed by that little stunt himself. Both men are laid out on the outside and Michaela starts her count. One! Two! Three! Sada regains his senses and notices his two opponents outside the ring. JH: We could have a double count out here. Four! Five! Not likely as Sada slides out and makes a bee-line for the slowly rising Bill. He aids him to his feet and whips him into the steel steps! Michaela restarts the count now all three men are on the outside. One! Two! He turns his attention back to the obliterated Max, heaving him and carrying his dead weight back to the apron. He pushes him up with all his might and rolls him back into the ring, eager to take advantage of Bill’s attack. He goes to slide in after Max…but gets speared down by Bill! Three! Four! Five! Both men crash to the floor and Bill moves into a mount position where he begins to fire forearms and clenched fists into Sada’s temple. Six! Seven! Eight! Sada manages to block a couple of shots and shift Bill’s weight off balance, knocking him from his mount and allowing Sada to roll to the side and out of harms way, for the moment. Nine! Ten! Eleven! Bill scrambles to his feet and is knocked back against the ring post by a spinning kick from Sada. He follows up with a roundhouse, but Bill ducks and Sada’s leg connects with the steel post! JH: Jeeze! I felt that. Bill is quick to take advantage of the sitch, spinning behind Sada and hooking his arms into a Full Nelson. He heaves him up and over -- No! Bill doesn’t throw him over, instead he drops to his knees, crushing Sada’s legs beneath him in a modified Bubba Bomb designed to further injure Tamasaburo’s legs! JH: Innovative, and freaking painful no doubt. Twelve! Thirteen! Fourteen! With the count nearing it’s end, Bill scoops up Sada and rolls him into the ring. He quickly follows and goes for a pin. [align=center]ONE! TWO! THRE -- NO![/align] Max drags Bill off Sada! TM: Whoo! He’s back in this shit! Without even letting him up, Max hops onto Bill’s back and applies the… TM: MAX LOCK OOOOOOH FIVAAAAAAAAHHH!!! He wrenches back on Kuriyama’s neck with his Flip over Camel Clutch and Michaela is in there checking on Bill. TM: That’s it! He gave up! JH: He did not. TM: He did, I can see it in his eyes. JH: Well I think we’re gonna need a little more proof than that. Max continues to yank back on the head of Bill, who tries in vain to reach out for the ropes but they’re just too damn far away. Sada stirs, shaking the cobwebs from his head as he glances over at his opponents. Seeing the match is about to be lost, he takes to his feet, only for them to waver below him and send him back to the canvas. TM: HA! By taking out Sada’s legs, Bill screwed himself! JH: It is kinda ironic. Bill’s straining to get away from Max, but finds nothing but pain as he wrenches his body around. Sada tries once again to take to his feet, and rather wobbly he finally makes verticality. He tries to shake the pain from his legs but with Bill about to fade he has no choice but to leap into action, dropkicking Max in the face and breaking the hold! TM: Nuts. JH: That’s gonna cost him. Max gets back to his feet, looking angrier then ever as he moves in on Sada, who’s clutching his aching leg. Corona grabs said limb and begins stomping away at the knee cap, eliciting cries of pain from the Tokyo native. Max takes both his legs and drags Sada toward the corner, draping his injured leg over the middle rope before springing off the cable and dropping his boot back into that knee joint! JH: This is just brutal. TM: Great, ain’t it? Max looks out to the crowd for support of his actions, but surprisingly finds none. He sneers them off and turns back to Sada, taking him by the legs once more and…getting pushed through the ropes! He clatters off the apron and smacks into the protective mats on the outside! JH: He managed to shake off Max, but how much has he got left in his tank? Sada manages to drag himself away from the ropes, turning himself round and rising to a knee, just in time for Bill to sprint in and crack an ankle off the side of his head! JH: KURIYAMA KICKUUUUGHHHHHHH!!! Sada hits canvas and Bill goes for the pin! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] TM: NOOOO! "Feel Good Inc." hits the speakers and Bill wearily takes to his feet to the cheers from the fans. He throws his arms up in celebration and moves for the ropes, just as Max realises what the hell just happened. He gets to his feet, shock painted on his face as he watches Bill heading up the walkway. He climbs onto the apron and stares in disbelief at the downed Sada. TM: It’s so not fair! JH: How? Triple Threat rules, Max got himself knocked out of the ring, maybe if he hadn’t of taken the time to show off to the fans… Corona steps into the ring and starts shouting down at Sada, before laying a few boots to his ribs. JH: Hey, leave him alone. TM: It’s Sada’s fault Max lost this match. Michaela tries to interject but gets shoved aside as Max gets down on the canvas, and tangles Sada’s legs up in a figure four! JH: Somebody stop him! He’ll break his freaking leg at this rate. TM: So? Max yanks back on the legs of Sada, causing him to scream out in pain as Michaela tries in vain to pull Max off. JH: Thank God, here comes some officials. They flood the ring and try to pry Corona from Sada, but it’s not an easy task as Max has the hold locked in pretty tight. JH: This is despicable behaviour. So you lost a match, that’s no reason to tear up this young man’s tendons. TM: Seems like a damn good reason to me. Finally Max is pulled free and hauled to his feet where the officials manage to calm him down. He pushes them away, before throwing his arms into the air as he expects to be applauded for his actions. TM: *applauds* Whoo! JH: Oh shut up. Max makes his exit as EMTs come down to check on Sada. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] JH: Welcome back, ladies and gentleman. I'm being informed that we have Toby Bostock standing by with a huge interview scheduled with Sean James and Rick Proctor. TM: Poor Toby. Take one last long look at the poor kid. We cut backstage to, indeed, find Toby Bostock. He's positioned before the large TNT backdrop. Dorky haircut, microphone and all. The camera immediately pulls back to reveal Sean James and Rick Proctor. Toby: Sean James. Tonight you will be teaming with your personal bodyguard 'The Predator' Rick Proctor in your second-ever main-event outing. How are you feeling after the news that Jim O'Brien has yet to arrive at the arena and might not even be here for the main-event? Toby casually points the microphone in the Black Knight's direction. No fear in the kid tonight. What kind of meds is he on... or not on? Sean just glares down at the little man. It takes Toby takes a couple seconds to realize that Sean isn't answering his question. He looks up to find Sean's gaze downcast upon him. Toby swallows as he prepares himself for an inevitable beat down. Sean: Jim O'Brien? Who gives a flying fuck about Jim O'Brien? Toby brings the microphone back to his lips to respond but Sean snatches it from his hand with lightning quick speed. Toby lets out a shriek as he feels the equipment pulled from his grasp, quickly checking that none of his fingers went with it. Sean places his palm on Toby's forehead, shoving him backwards and knocking him out of the camera's view. Sean: Get the hell away from me! Sean turns his attention into the camera, his rage filling his eyes as he stares into the lens. Sean: I don't give a fuck about Jim O'Brien. I don't give a fuck about Orion Oldriod! I don't give a FUCK about this match tonight! What I care about, is getting my hands on Remy Barteaux and making sure that son of a bitch doesn't take another breath! Sean takes in a couple deep breaths, amplified by the microphone he doesn't pull away from his lips. Rick Proctor stands in the background, entirely unfazed by Sean's ranting. Sean: But if management sees it fit to not book me against Remy Barteaux, I'll take out everyone else until there's no one left BUT Remy Barteaux! And I'll start tonight. Sean drops the microphone, causing a thud and a screech of feedback before the sound cuts out. Sean makes his way off screen, momentarily followed by the Predator. [align=center]The old, rusted riffs of AC/DC classic 'Shot Down In Flames' drag over the PA as the crowd cheers in anticipation of the pretty new face of Kendra Norton. After the momentum of the song begins to pick up and the chorus begins, the crowd cheers loudly as Kendra makes her way to the stage. Out on the town, looking for a woman Gonna give me good love Kendra smiles and proceeds to make her way down the entryway. She'll hit a high five or two along her way. As she reaches the ropes, a figure sprints down the entrance ramp behind her![/align] JH: Who is that? TM: It's Orion Oldriod! JH: Not again! We saw this last week! Orion grabs Kendra by the hair and tosses her into the ring through the ropes from the entrance ramp. He enters the ring behind her and stomps away at her chest! Orion then picks up his baseball bat and SLAMS IT DOWN INTO KENDRA’S RIBS!!!! TM: This is the same as last week, revenge! JH: What for this time? TM: Kendra beat Orion on his TNT debut! Kendra is clutching her stomach, she tries to get up but Orion drives a fist down into her head! He drops an elbow across her stomach before grabbing Kendra’s hair and dragging her up to her feet. Orion parades the pained wrestler around the ring, allowing Kendra to fight back with elbows into Orion…but Orion DRIVES HER DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A DDT!!!! JH: I thought Kendra had a shot at coming back then… TM: But Orion stopped it. Orion stays on the mat and rolls out of the ring, he then reaches into the front row of fans to grab two steel chairs. He folds them up and slides them into the ring before joining them. He places one of the chairs lying directly across her ribs and lifts the other one into the air…CRACK!!!! KENDRA’S RIBS TAKE ANOTHER POUNDING FROM THE CHAIRS!!!! JH: Come on Orion, stop this! TM: Shush Hitchen! Or you’ll get slapped like last week! JH: And now he has a microphone, can somebody cut this off? Orion: Madison Lee! MADISON LEE!!!! I heard just now that Jim O’Brien won’t be here and I want to know who you’re assigning as his replacement! JH: Replacement? I wasn’t even sure that Jim wouldn’t be here! TM: Orion’s jumping the gun on this one… Orion: Come on Madison, bring your ass out here! Tell me who my new partner is! Oldriod kicks Kendra Norton out of the ring, leading to a couple of trainers coming down to the ring to help her up. He looks very serious, he then picks up his baseball bat with his free hand and places it over his shoulder. TM: What’s plain to me is that Orion doesn’t want to face Sean James and Rick Proctor alone. JH: That’s about as obvious as the nose on his face! Orion looks on as “Toxic” by Britney Spears hits. The TNT General Manager strides out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. Orion: Finally somebody does as I tell them! Madison: Shut up Orion. I’m only out here to move this show along since you’re holding up my tag team match… or what was a tag team match. Miss Lee watches Kendra Norton be assisted backstage with a trainer under each arm, Kendra motioning towards her ribs. Madison: So that makes Torrence Coleman versus Nadia and Kennedy…a handicap match! JH: What? That can't be fair! Not that I expect much from Madison anymore. Oldriod seems to be getting impatient. Orion: Whatever! What we all want to know about is whether you’ve got me a new partner yet? And don’t bother choosing me some hometown hero like Graver… Graver gets a pretty decent pop, hailing from Detroit as he does. Orion: Because I’m not interested. I want somebody who comes from a real state! Like me, California. Saying that, I am like every other typical Californian in that I don’t live there anymore…but that’s neither here nor there. I’ve always said Madison, that Money Talks and Bullsh*t Walks. So since we’re both very wealthy people, we should be able to communicate with each other effectively. Madison: I couldn’t agree more. The problem is, I don’t want to tell you if you’ve got a partner or not. Oldriod sighs loudly into the microphone. Madison: You see Orion, I like surprises and it’ll be way more fun for me if you’re worrying all night about whether you’ve got a partner or not. That’s all I have to say on the matter. Orion looks annoyed, he kicks the bottom rope in frustration. Madison: Oh and Orion? Get out of MY ring! The handicap match, which might just be the first of the night, is next! Madison watches as Orion bails out, bringing his baseball bat with him. She leaves the stage and Orion sulks as he follows. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] JH: We’ve got some footage to show you of Orion Oldriod, this is during the commercial break. A screen opens up with a little ‘During the Commercial Break’ label in the corner. On it is Orion Oldriod, fresh off the stage and he climbs down a flight of stairs where Katie Hudson is waiting. Katie: Orion, why did you just attack Kendra? Orion: Let me make something perfectly clear to you Katie. It’s not about the colour of my skin, it’s not about my sexuality, not about my gender. It’s about one thing and that’s R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Katie: Respect? Orion: Respect Katie, which I haven’t been getting since I came to Throwdown. You saw it last week and you saw it again tonight. Those that don’t respect me will pay…the Orion way. Katie: Any word on Madison Lee? She refused to tell you who your partner is. Orion: Madison Lee needs to realise that I am the straw that stirs the drink. I am the one all the women pay to see and all the men want to be. Soon she will know who her new headliner truly is, ME! Katie: And to coincide with that, rumour has it back here she is considering you for a major match next week. Orion: Really? Who could it be? Katie: I don’t know that… Orion: Then you don’t know very much do you? Listen to me Madison, I am ready. You can put your faith in me. I am not scared of Jim O’Brien at Relentless and next week you could give me Swytch, Remy Barteaux, Max Corona or even *Orion chuckles* your Dual Crown Champion Chris Maclay. Because you can’t stop me in my pursuit for greatness, nobody can. We cut back into the arena with 'She Is Beautiful' playing over the speakers. Inside the ring, Torrence Coleman is preparing for her upcoming… would you call this a match? I certainly wouldn't. But ah well. She's preparing. On her face, she sports a nifty face guard to support her broken nose. Hey, the girl's careful after the last two matches! Michael Anderson stands off to the side, awaiting the bell chime to signal his announcements. MA: The following contest is now a HANDICAP MATCH! And it is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, this chick with a face guard is about to have her nose broken again! She is… TORRENCE COLEMAN! JH: Some colorful ring announcing from the beloved Michael Anderson. TM: Colorful? Is that your new word for honest? JH: Well… Torrence has been… she's… oh hell! We haven't seen her in about a month. Let's watch her ass get kicked. TM: Thank you! The house lights fade, casting the entire arena in darkness as soft strings and piano raise up through the speakers. The soft music continues to rise until smashing guitar chords crash into the system, setting off altering red and soft white lights throughout the darkness! The smashing chords lead right into Ana Johnsson's "We Are" as the TNTtron lights up with images TNT's newest best friends forever. TM: Whoo-hoo! New music for Kennedy and Nadia! JH: Looks like the girls are planning an entrance together. Probably couldn't decide who should come out first. TM: Shut up, Jonathan! I want to see them both together anyways! To confirm their assumptions, Nadia Kassle and Kennedy step out onto the stage to a chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd. But you can't forget some of those cheers. Things aren't as clear-cut as good and bad these days. There's Kennedy's history as a beloved favorite. That doesn't change completely overnight. Then there's Nadia's acting career, followed by movies that are likely on everyone's favorite lists. Then the hawtness factor combined with the alcohol served in the arena. And who doesn't want the bad girls? You get what's going on in the crowd now. MA: And her opponents… the team of NAAAADDDDIIIIAAAA KAAASSSSLLLLE and KEEEENNNNEEEDDDDYYY!!!!! TM: Whew! Now that's what you call hawtness, Jonathan. That right there. JH: Ah, thanks for clearing that up for us. TM: Jonathan, if you don't see these two as sexy as hell, there's something wrong with you! The two girls make their way towards the ring, calmly discussing the woman stood in the ring. No fear on the gals' faces, more so chuckling as they watch their "challenge" this week. Kennedy climbs in under the middle rope, commanding for Torrence to hold up as Nadia 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. Torrence looks far from impressed at the dramatic entrance. JH: Torrence, far from impressed at the dramatic entrance. TM: ……I thought that was obvious. Whatever. JH: What? What did I do now? TM: Nevermind. As soon as Nadia turns around, TORRENCE FLIES AT HER OPPONENTS… and falls right into the ropes, rebounding herself back to the canvas as Kennedy and Nadia calmly step apart. "What a dumb bitch!" someone screams, causing the arena to erupt with laughter. They laugh even more when they realize it was Michael Anderson. TM: That is unprofessionalism, Michael! But damn funny! Nadia grabs a handful of Torrence's hair, dragging the woman back to her feet and leaving her open to a boot to the stomach from Kennedy! RK yells at the pair about only one girl being allowed to be in the ring at one time but they don't care what rules they're supposed to be following. With Torrence doubled over, Nadia grabs a handful of her hair and SLAMS THE BACK OF HER HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!!! JH: I have no idea what to say about this match. TM: Because of the technical abilities Kennedy and Nadia are showing? JH: No. Because I don't Nadia, Kennedy or Torrence. TM: Ah! Don't put Torrence with those two for ANYTHING! Even dislike! Nadia finally abides by RK's rules, stepping out onto the apron after a kick to Torrence. Kennedy drags Torrence back to her feet, whipping her off the ropes! Torrence rebounds, getting booted in the stomach! Kennedy sprints off the ropes and comes back TAKING TORRENCE DOWN WITH A FLIPPING NECKBREAKER! Kennedy immediately covers! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NO!! TORRENCE KICKS OUT!!![/align] Actually no. Kennedy pulls Torrence off the canvas. The crowd thinks they should boo but they just can't bring themselves to boo. They do say "oooo" though, if that helps. It's like a boo but it's more like "burn!!!!". Kennedy lifts Torrence back to her feet, grabbing a hold of Torrence's protective mask. Kennedy pulls it back and let's snap back into Torrence's face! TM: Haha! You can't fault the comedic relief of Kennedy's tactics. She follows the mask snap of DOOOOOMMM up with a tackling clothesline that nearly turns Torrence inside out. Kennedy is back to her feet in an instance, turning her back on Torrence before flipping backwards and crashing across Torrence's chest! Kennedy is back up once again, tagging in her tag team partner. TM: Hoo-haa! Now it's time for the originator of viciousness to get her licks in. Mmm, licks. JH: I am still at a loss of what I'm supposed to say. Nadia drags Torrence up to her feet, SLAPPING HER ACROSS THE CHEST WITH A CHOP! Torrence sells it only as a chop should be sold. Nadia lights her chest up with a second one! The crowd "Whooo!" along with them. Nadia backs the woman into the turnbuckle before firing the third chop across her chest! She grabs Torrence by the head and walks out of the corner with her SLINGING TORRENCE ACROSS THE RING BY HER HEAD! TM: Wow. That was nice! How much do you think she's pretending this is Kailey? JH: That's a good question, Thomas. However, I know if Kailey were to get in that ring, it wouldn't be this easy for Nadia. In fact, I guarantee it! TM: I'd like to see them have a match… a Bra and Panties Match! JH: This isn't Rising, Thomas. And Chris Marquez doesn't book TNT. Nadia is right on Torrence even before she fully gets to her feet. Nadia takes Torrence's feet out from under her, tying her up before stepping over into a Texas Cloverleaf! JH: A submission move here from Nadia! A Texas Cloverleaf. TM: The Kassle Gates, Jonathan! Get it right! Torrence screams out in pain as Nadia torques away on Torrence's lower back! The porn star reaches out for the ropes to no avail. They're much too far away. She raises her hand and SHE TAPS!!!! No, actually Nadia releases the hold right before Torrence taps, sending another "oooo" throughout the arena. JH: I don't even think Nadia and Kennedy are interested in winning this match. They seem much more interested in just tormenting Torrence. TM: That cute little smile on Nadia's face says it all! She's having fun, and Jonathan, I like when Nadia's having fun. Nadia checks her nails as she patiently allows Torrence to fight back to her feet, one hand on her lower back as the other straightens out her protective face guard. She slowly turns around TAKING A HARD BOOT TO THE FACE FROM NADIA!!! TM: DAAAAASSSS BOOOOOOOTTTT-UHHHHH!!!! JH: A HARD shuffle side kick from Nadia. One of her trademarks. That can put someone down for a count! TM: How much you wanna bet she doesn't pin Torrence? JH: I'm pretty sure she has no intentions of pinning her just yet. And Nadia doesn't. She simply stares down at Torrence before dragging her into position. Nadia slinks out onto the apron before flipping back inside, DROPPING HER LEG ACROSS THE FACE OF TORRENCE!!!! TM: Ha! A modified slingshot leg drop into a face drop! JH: Clever move by Nadia. Targeting the injured nose of Torrence. TM: I really think Nadia just doesn't want Torrence making anymore movies. She's doing a public service, Jonathan. JH: I see that. I didn't, however, see Torrence's movie. TM: Lucky you. Nadia moves back to the corner, tagging Kennedy back into the match. The two women exchange places. Kennedy strolls over to Torrence, staring down at the woman with a smirk on her face. Torrence tries in vain to climb up to her feet, feeling the burn of this work-out. Kennedy grabs a handful of Torrence's hair, assisting her up. She runs Torrence into the corner, SMASHING HER FACE ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! She immediately grabs a handful of hair and DRAGS TORRENCE DOWN ON THE BACK OF HER SKULL!!! JH: And Kennedy picks right up where Nadia left off. Nice tag team work but I really think they've beat this dead horse enough. TM: Jonathan! High five! Calling Torrence a horse. JH: Oh, I wasn't really… okay. *high fives Thomas* Kennedy pulls herself up onto the second turnbuckle as Torrence is left to deal with the damage done to her head and face thus far. Torrence gets back to her feet and turns around RIGHT INTO A FLYING CLOTHESLINE FROM KENNEDY! Kennedy floats over into a mounted position, grabbing Torrence by the ears and SLAMMING THE BACK OF HER SKULL INTO THE MAT REPEATEDLY!!!! JH: A vicious cerebral assault from Kennedy! TM: She's like a cerebral assassin, huh? JH: Shh! No! Kennedy gets back to her feet, pulling Torrence up by the ears. She steps across the ring and FLIPS TORRENCE ONTO HER BACK BY HER EARS! She pulls Torrence back up, RIPPING THE FACE MASK OFF!! JH: Uh, Kennedy! She needs to wear that or-- Kennedy grabs Torrence by the head and SLAMS HER FACE-FIRST INTO THE MAT!!! Instantly Torrence's hands go to her face as blood begins to pour from the third broken nose she's suffered this month! JH: Uh… that'll happen. TM: Haha! Why does Torrence even still work here? JH: This is looking eerily like her last day. Kennedy calls Nadia in the ring, who doesn't hesitate to accommodate her BFF. Kennedy points down at Torrence. Nadia drags the blonde to her feet, applying a standing headscissors to the woman with a broken nose. Nadia flips Torrence up onto her shoulders and PLANTS HER WITH A POWERBOMB!!! TM: Weeee! A powerbomb from Nadia! JH: That's usually Kennedy's specialty against women. TM: Well, Nadia is her bestest friend forever! They share things. I wish they'd share things with me. Now it's Nadia's turn to point. She points to the top rope and motions for Kennedy to do her thing. Kennedy climbs to the top rope, SNAPPING OFF AND CRUSHING TORRENCE WITH A LIGHTENING QUICK MOONSAULT!!! RK makes the count. [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING-DING-DING!!![/align] MA: Here are your OBVIOUS winners… NAAAAADDDDDIIIIAAAA KAAAAASSSSSSLLLLLE AND KEEEENNNNEEEDDDYYY!!! Nadia takes Kennedy's hand, helping her to her feet. They raise each other's hand as the crowd actually cheer the decimation of Torrence Coleman. RK motions to them as the winners, like it wasn't obvious as "We Are" plays over the speakers. JH: An effortless victory for this twosome. But we're still waiting to hear if Kailey Lane is indeed in the building. TM: Jonathan, Jonathan! Just enjoy the moment! Look at them! Nadia and Kennedy share a hug to celebrate their victory before exiting the ring and heading backstage, hand in hand. TM: Ahh! I love when they hug! I actually wish they'd go a liiiittle bit further. JH: Keep. Dreaming. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Sep 27 2005, 11:23 PM Post #2 |
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We cut backstage in the Joe Louis arena, not a generic corridor or a locker room, but to an area set aside for those last minute wardrobe disasters. There’s a bunch of racks lined up in formation boasting more sparkly clothes and brightly coloured fabrics then you could shake Liberachi at. To the left is a couple of tables, weighed down by sewing machines that are frankly relieved that they no longer have to sew up Brighty’s tights, and in the middle of all this? Michaela Menendez, sexiest referee since Earl Hebner lost his hair. She has her back to us, which is a shame ‘cos save for a black bra she’s currently topless, having just removed her referee shirt and tossed it into a pile of black and white garments that would make any self respecting zebra shed a tear. She leans over and ferrets around in a pile of shirts, probably looking for her own, and inadvertently giving the gentle viewers a peak at her matching thong. This of course would be a terrible time for a lecherous sleaze monkey to wander past. Cue Remy. The Cajun lothario steps into view, a grin carved on his face as his eyes wander over the semi naked body of the Puerto Rican beauty. He raises a hand to rub his…chin as she straightens her body, having found her shirt. She examines it briefly before stretching her arm through one of the sleeves and nearly smacking Remy in the jaw. He deftly dodges the unintended attack which alerts Michaela to his presence. Michaela: Oh, jeeze, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you…wait, what are you doing here? Remy: Remy was jus’ passing by, thought to mahself, “hey, Know what Ah ain’t done today? Get mah jaw cracked by a referee.” Michaela smirks as she pulls her other arm into the shirt, flipping the collar as she adjusts it across her shoulders and apparently not in too much of a hurry to button it up. Good for her. Michaela: Yeah, we’ll I’m happy to oblige, anytime you need a good jaw cracking. Remy: Oooh, kitten got claws. Michaela: Kitten got mace. Now was there something you wanted? Remy takes a step back, not that he’s afraid of strong women you understand, just that he’s afraid of getting maced in the eyes. A guy like Remy, you gotta figure it wouldn’t be his first time. Remy: No need to get rough, cher, Remy was jus’ wanderin’ what you got planned for da rest of da eve‘ning. Ah mean, you done counted to three, raised Bill’s hand, fars Ah see your work here is done. Time to play. A toothy grin shines out in Michaela’s direction, and contrary to the common reaction Remy evokes in women, she doesn’t throw up all over him. Instead she folds her arms across her chest, cocking her head to the side as she looks the Cajun over. Michaela: What’s the matter, Remy? All the other girls turn you down? April, Katie, Vics… Remy: Dhey wouldn’t know what to do with a man like Remy, too tame, too goody goody. Nah, Remy need some fiah in his girl, some o’ dat Latino Heat maybe. Michaela: Pretty sure Eddie Guerrero’s married, you could try Chavo though. Remy: Cute. Michaela: Isn’t he just. She moves around him, buttoning her shirt as she goes (awww) and makes her way out of the scene. Not so fast though, Remy spins round and walks up behind her, walking and talking. Remy: Come on cher, offer like dis you can’t just leave behind in da wardrobe department. Dis a once in a lifetime opportunity to dine out with da Fighting Spirit Champion. You know how many girls can lay claim to dat? Micheala: You’ve had the title a couple of weeks now, so I’m gonna say, fourteen? Remy: You think Ah make dis offer to every floozy ah meet? A sideways glance from the Latino beauty would indicate that yes, she does think that. Remy: Cher, you hurt me. Here Ah am pouring mah heart out and all you can do is mock. You done hurt Remy now, hurt him deep. Michaela can’t help but laugh at the mock emotion oozing from the Cajun conman. She comes to a stop, prompting Remy to do the same as he circles round to face her, his puppy dog eyes locking with hers. Michaela: Well, I guess… But before she can finish her sentence, Remy’s larger then life shadow hoves into view, evoking an eye roll from the frustrated thief. Michaela: Erm, can we help you? Carl stands there, silently glancing between the two potential love birds. Remy: Jus’ ignore him, he’ll go away. Now what were you saying? Michaela: Well I was about to…what’s that? Remy’s eyes are diverted to a small piece of paper clutched within the outstretched hand of the silent giant. Carl prompts him to take it and he does so, snatching it from his grasp and flattening it out as he reads it to himself. Michaela: What is it? The Cajun turns to his friend. Remy: Can’t dis wait? A slow head shake indicates that no, no it can’t. Michaela reaches out and takes the note from Remy’s hand, reading it to herself before turning her attention back to the men. Michaela: Madison wants to see you? What for? They both look to Carl, Carl shrugs. He’s so expressive. Michaela: Maybe you should deal with this, she’s been a bit of a bitch lately, wouldn’t want to make her wait. She starts to walk off, passed Remy and Carl and off towards the exit doors. Remy: It’s probably nothin’, cher, we can still… Michaela: Maybe next time, Cajun. She pushes through the doors and Remy can do nothing but watch, his mouth lolling open at the loss of what was surely a sure thing. He turns to Carl, who again simply shrugs as Remy slaps the note into his gut. Remy: Nice one, frere, Ah was so in dere, dat was a done deal. Carl: … Remy: Don’t give me dat, you ain’t talking your way outta dis one. The one sided bickering continues as the two make their way off down the corridor, in the general direction of the general manger. [align=center]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. "Help me if you can It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired So could you please..."[/align] TM: Oh great, what does he want? JH: I think he’s made it clear what he wants. [align=center]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 raises his right arm into the air, lifting the SoH title for all to see. Help me understand why You've given in to all these Reckless dark desires[/align] TM: What does he think he is, the Spirit of Honor Champion? JH: I’m not about to argue with him. TM: He’s a damn thief. Why doesn’t anybody else see that? JH: He hasn’t exactly denied stealing the belt. [align=center]Staring out at the people from behind his blackened eyes, Swytch's murky lips twitch and quiver into a demented grin. He treads down the walkway to the ring, stepping along the apron to the corner where he starts to climb. Again he looks out over the crowd as he stands atop the turnbuckle. You're lying to yourself again Suicidal imbecile... He steps over the ropes and drops down into the ring. Reaching over the ropes, Swytch calls for a microphone from one of the ring monkeys. He takes the mic and lays the SoH down along the center of the ring.[/align] TM: Boy he’s right full of himself lately. He steals a belt and thinks he can just come out here and talk whenever he wants to. JH: Just shut up. TM: No. JH: *smacks* Yes. Swytch: Well, well, well. Forced out of the arena last week… He paces around the ring, stopping near the ropes and looking down at the SoH lying on the canvas. Swytch: But I still have half of what’s mine. TM: Because you stole it! Swytch: Now we hear that I’m a thief, that I don’t deserve this belt or the Dual Crown, and that I’m disgracing it. The crowd responds with a round of boos. JH: The fans don’t seem to agree with the accusations. TM: They’re idiots. Swytch: What a dilemma for poor, pitiful Swytch. What will we ever do? I’ll tell you what we’ll do. His lips peel apart as a grin creeps along their painted surface. Swytch: Tonight, MADison and Chrisss Maclay will see us prove that we DESERVE one more chance at the Dual Crown. TM: What the hell is he talking about? JH: If you shut your hole and listen, he’ll probably explain. Swytch: Tonight, right now, we are going to have an SoH Challenge. The crowd pops for the news because they wanna see Swytch in action, but they’re in for a surprise tonight. Swytch: Seven. Seven… lucky… individuals will get to face me under Spirit of Honor rules for the rights to that belt! Swytch points down at the SoH title as he looks out at the crowd who again pop. What a treat, it’s like Hanukkah or something! Swytch tosses the microphone out of the ring and leans back against the ropes awaiting the first individual in his SoH Challenge. TM: He does realize there are rules to these kinds of matches, doesn’t he? JH: I would think so. He did set this up after all. TM: This is a disgrace. He’s spitting in the face of Silent Rage, Jim O’Brien, and Fozzy McQueen. JH: Yeah, well, it’s not like Jim or Fozzy have all that much honor. Suddenly “Doperide” by Saliva begins to play over the arena speakers. A fairly short, hairy man emerges onto the stage wearing black trunks, pads, and boots. He sprints down to the ring and steps in through the ropes. TM: Who the hell is that? JH: He looks kind of like Wiggum when he debuted. TM: He’s got the body hair for it. Swytch steps to the center of the ring and extends his hand and the Wiggum clone takes his hand and shakes it. The bell is rung and both men begin to circle around the ring. They lunge into the center, locking up quickly. Swytch takes the advantage pulling the man’s head down and driving his knee upward into his face. JH: Hard driving knee from Swytch. Um, “Wiggum” looks to be in bad shape already. TM: You’re actually calling this? JH: Sure, why not? TM: *shakes head* Swytch rolls “Wiggum” over and grabs him in an inverted front facelock then snaps back driving his head into the canvas. Swytch covers the man and hooks a leg then proceeds to count his own pin fall… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!![/align] Swytch jumps to his feet and pulls the young man up by the arm, raising it in the air as per the rules. Swytch then grabs the man by the waist of the shorts and tosses him over the top rope. JH: That’s one down. “Blackout” by (Hed)PE begins to play over the speakers. A man, similar looking to the last, steps onto the stage. The fans laugh hysterically as the man walks out further and is carrying with him a mannequin that’s wearing a thong. The camera zooms in to show “Kennedy” written across the front of the thong. TM: Now that’s just not right. JH: I think it’s actually kind of funny. TM: Wiggum never looked like that! JH: I’m gonna have to say he did. The man carries “Kennedy” to the ring, tossing her over the top rope and slipping in through the middle and top rope himself. He picks “Kennedy” up and raises her up to the crowd. The Wiggum look alike props “Kennedy” up in the corner then steps across the ring to shake hands with Swytch. Pleasantries aside, Wiggum circles around the ring, but Swytch charges right in TAKING HIS HEAD OFF WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! JH: What a kick from Swytch! He nearly took off Wiggum’s head with that roundhouse! TM: That’s not Wiggum! JH: You know what I mean…GUILLOTINE CHOKE!! Swytch has his arm wrapped around the Wiggum look-alike’s throat and a body scissor applied. Swytch continues to apply pressure around the neck until Wiggum reaches out with a near lifeless arm and taps out! JH: Wiggum tapped out!! He tapped out!! TM: HE’S NOT WIGGUM!! Swytch rolls away from Wiggum and gets to his feet. He grabs Wiggum by the arm, raising it off the canvas before dragging him to the ropes and kicking the body out of the ring. The crowd is half laughing, half cheering as Swytch makes his way toward “Kennedy”, picking the mannequin up and tossing it out into the crowd. TM: This is just disgusting. He’s dragging TNT’s good name through the mud! “Catharsis of Sufferance” by Darling Violetta spills out through the speakers. A man steps onto the stage, hairy body, goatee, wearing white pants with the St. George cross on them. He walks methodically to the ring, determination etched on his face. Reaching the ring, he steps through the ropes. JH: I’m seeing a pattern here. TM: Gee, you think! JH: So touchy, Thomas. Swytch is just having a little fun. Who is he hurting? TM: Chris Maclay’s good name, that’s who he’s hurting! JH: It’s little compared to what Maclay has done to Swytch. Wiggum and Swytch shake hands and the match starts. Wiggum stands his ground and Swytch jumps in throwing a roundhouse kick but Wiggum ducks it!! Swytch spins on his heel AND GETS CRACKED WITH AN ELBOW!! TM: WOO!! GO WIGGUM!! JH: Somebody call an ambulance, this guy is gonna need one in about two seconds. The fun and games are over for Swytch. His ridiculous grin fades away as he checks his lip for blood THEN LEVELS WIGGUM WITH A STANDING SIDE KICK!! Swytch drops down into a lazy cover and counts the fall… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NOOO!! WIGGUM KICKED OUT!![/align] JH: This guy’s got some guts, that’s for sure. TM: He’s freaking incredible! You’re damn right he has guts! Swytch jumps to his feet and Wiggum is up too…for a second before Swytch CRUSHES him with a gamengiri!! Swytch hauls Wiggum up and pulls him into a double underhook THEN ROTATES AND PLANTS WIGGUM INTO THE MAT!! JH: THE MISERY CHORD!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! Three up and three down. Swytch pulls Wiggum to his feet, raising his hand to the crowd. The false Wiggum gets a pity pop before he’s tossed over the top rope and added to the heap of other Wiggums. The celebration is short lived as “Enemy” by Sevendust beats into the arena. There’s a bit of a surprise as two men walk out onto the stage. One man is wearing black tights with white designs on it and a black mask covering his head. The other man is another stocky man with an abundance of body hair. JH: If memory serves correctly, this would be Wiggum as Shadow and him unmasked. TM: Wow. You’re a genius, Hitchen, a real treasure to the commentating community. JH: Thanks, Thomas. That’s awfully big of you to say. Both men enter the ring, extending their hands. Swytch shakes each man’s hand THEN TAKES THEM DOWN WITH A DOUBLE LARIAT!! Swytch pulls Shadow up and sends him across the ring with an Irish whip into the far corner. He pulls Wiggum up and echoes the last action, sending Wiggum into the opposite corner. Swytch runs toward Shadow and CRACKS A YAKUZA KICK OFF HIS HEAD!! JH: MAAAAFIIIIIAAAAAA KIIIIIICKUUUUUHHHH!! TM: I refuse to take part in this anymore. JH: Nobody forced you to. You just won’t shut up. TM: Well I’m shutting up now. JH: Then quit talking! TM: I will. Watch me, I’ll do it. Shadow crumples to the mat in a heap as Swytch turns around to face the opposite corner. He sprints across the ring then steps up on Wiggum’s thigh AND SMASHES HIS KNEE INTO WIGGUM’S FACE!! Swytch lands on his feet and quickly grabs Wiggum by the arm, dragging him to the center of the ring. Shadow is back on his feet, wobbling from side to side. Swytch grabs him by the head and pulls him to the center of the ring, kicking him in the gut for good measure. He pulls Wiggum up and turns both men over and grabs them into inverted front facelocks. JH: Swytch might be going for a double Mind Fuck right here. TM: Who cares, really. JH: How’s that shutting up thing working out for ya? TM: Pretty good, actually. Swytch faces each side of the ring, grinning out at the crowd as he holds both Shadow and Wiggum in his grasp. He stops, facing the announce desk THEN SNAPS BACK AND CRAMS BOTH THEIR HEADS INTO THE CANVAS!! Swytch gets to his feet and pulls Wiggum onto Shadow then jumps onto the dog pile. He smacks his hand down on the canvas… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!![/align] JH: What does that push the tally to? Five now? TM: Right and there’s two more to go, so he said. JH: Great! Let’s move on to the next challenger then. TM: Moron. Swytch finds his feet, grabs both men by the wrist and raises their hands, or at least attempts to. He gives up on that and drags them to the side of the ring and rolls them both out onto the floor. Swytch backs into the corner, planting his rear on a turnbuckle and mockingly wipes the sweat from his brow. TM: Do you see that? This is a big joke to him. JH: Well, yeah, Thomas. That’s the idea. TM: Yeah, well… your mama! Swytch doesn’t get long to enjoy his rest as “Faster the Chase” plays through the arena. A modern day looking Wiggum, I mean Maclay, steps out onto the stage. Actually, he looks about the same as the other guys, stocky, hairy, and all “Grr” in the face, the only difference being his white trunks with the St. George cross on them. Anyways, he makes his way to the ring and the crowd pops for the poor bastard as he enters through the ropes. Swytch walks up to the man, shakes his hand, and then backs off. Swytch motions for Maclay to bring it on and he obliges, rushing at Swytch. Maclay throws a lariat out catching nothing but air as Swytch ducks down. He spins Maclay around, boots him in the gut then tosses him over the top rope. JH: Maclay is out of the ring. Now according to the rules, Swytch is to help him back in. TM: Like that’ll happen. Swytch steps through the ropes and drops down to the floor. He grabs Maclay by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Swytch starts to lead the Maclay look-alike to the ring then SMACKS HIS HEAD OFF THE APRON! Holding Maclay up by the scruff of his neck, Swytch puts his other hand over his mouth as if to say “Oops”. He tosses Maclay back into the ring and follows in after him. JH: Well he helped Maclay back into the ring. TM: Wouldn’t that be a disqualification? JH: I don’t believe the referee saw it. TM: There is no referee! Swytch gets to his feet, dragging Maclay up to a vertical base, and CRACKING an elbow off his face. Swytch follows up with a boot to the gut, doubling Maclay over. He grabs Maclay’s hair and yanks him back up. Swytch moves around behind Maclay, reaches back and wraps his arm around Maclay’s throat, then kick his leg back FLIPPING MACLAY OVER ONTO HIS FACE!! JH: SUN DOESN’T RISE! SUN DOESN’T RISE!! MAH GAWD!! TM: Did somebody let the JR-bot out? Swytch backs his way into the turnbuckles then crouches down, motioning for Maclay to get up. Maclay shakes his head, slowly pushing off the mat. JH: What’s Swytch got in mind now? TM: More shameful acts, I’m sure. Maclay gets a knee under himself and that’s just what Swytch was waiting for. He sprints at Maclay and springs off his knee, wrapping his legs around the man’s head as he drags him down to the canvas. Swytch reaches down and yanks Maclay’s arm through, completing the triangle hold. JH: Welcome to the Strange! He’s gonna choke Maclay out. TM: *smacks Hitchen* That’s it! THAT ISN’T MACLAY! THOSE WEREN’T WIGGUM!! SHUT UP! QUIT PLAYING THIS STUPID GAME WITH HIM!! JH: OW! If Maclay had this idea first, you’d be singing his praises. TM: He wouldn’t come up with this because he’s the freaking Dual Crown Champion! JH: Oh hey, guy getting choked out in the ring. He’s not just getting choked out, his friggin’ eyeballs are bulging out of their sockets. Swytch has his legs viced around the guy’s neck so tight that his lips are quickly turning blue. He tries to scream out in pain but a disgusting gurgle is the only thing that comes from deep in his belly. Finally the Maclay look-alike taps out before he chokes to death. JH: HE TAPPED OUT!! Swytch won again! TM: *mumbling some explicit language* Swytch picks the poor guy up and props him against the ropes. He raises the Maclay look-alike’s hand getting a pop for both men before Swytch dumps him over the top rope to join the other losers at ringside. TM: Is this over yet? [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 begins their jeering in anticipation of Maclay’s arrival, and it grows in volume as he steps out onto the stage, Global Heavyweight Championship glinting in the lights 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.[/align] TM: IT’S MACLAY! IT’S THE REAL MACLAY! JH: Something’s wrong with him. TM: What are you talking about? JH: He’s leaning a little to the right. Something’s throwing his balance off… oh wait, it’d be that empty spot on his left shoulder where the SoH used to be. TM: Piss off you, you, stupid… British… guy… YEAH! Swytch scrambles through the ropes and sprints up the walkway. Maclay drops his GHC onto the stage and meets Swytch in the middle of the walkway. TM: It’s on now, bitch! JH: Just like I was on your mother last night. TM: Hey that was a good... HEY! Fists are flying, sweat is flying, elbows are smacking off flesh. Maclay muscles Swytch backward tripping him over his own feet and crashing down onto the walkway. Maclay swats Swytch’s arms out of the way AND CRACKS HIS FIST INTO SWYTCH’S JAW!! TM: KICK HIS LILY CLOWN ASS!! JH: He’s not a clown. TM: Face paint, red nose… oh wait, no, that’s his nose bleeding. Maclay gets in another hard right hand before Swytch kicks backwards, rolling Maclay off him. Swytch gets to his knees and scrambles after Maclay, locking his fingers around the throat of the Essex Beast. TM: Oh now where’s the honor there?! JH: Like Maclay has any… “ENOUGH!!” JH: What the…? All eyes gather to the stage where who should be standing but the buxom General Manager of TNT. Madison stands with microphone poised at her ruby lips, absolutely livid at the actions taking place here. Swytch ignores her order and keeps choking the life out of Maclay who in turn is battering Swytch with vicious upward punches. Finally a torrent of security guards rushes down, grabbing Swytch and ripping him away from Maclay. The Essex Beast leaps to his feet and tries to attack Swytch but he’s held back by security himself. Both men struggle against those who detain them. Madison: I said that’s ENOUGH! You! She points her painted nail at Swytch. Madison: You come out here and DISGRACE one of MY belt with this ridiculous challenge! And you… This time she points at Maclay. Madison: You brought this on yourself. In no way do I condone what Swytch has done, but I certainly do NOT blame him for his actions. You two want to kill each other? FINE! At Relentless, you get your FINAL chance, Swytch. You and Maclay will go one on one for the Dual Crown Championship. The crowd roars with approval for the announcement just made by the general manager. JH: DO YOU BELIEVE THIS, THOMAS?! TM: This is unjust! Madison: Since you’re so obsessed with honor, Swytch, this match will take place under Spirt of Honor rules! Again the crowd roars because it’s been a while since they’ve seen anybody fight under those rules. Madison: And since you’re both hell bent on killing each other, then this match should have another stipulation. Barbed wire ropes deatmatch! The crowd can’t believe it and neither can Thomas or Jonathan. Madison: That’s right. Fifteen minutes Spirit of Honor rules, fifteen minutes barbed wire ropes deatmatch for the Dual Crown Championship! Now, get them out of my sight! Security does as they’re told, dragging Swytch out first followed by Maclay. Madison watches as the two heathens are ushered past her and behind the curtain. JH: I’m in shock. Fifteen minutes SoH rules, fifteen minutes barbed wire rope deathmatch. These two just might kill each other for real. TM: More importantly, this is Swytch’s last chance at the Dual Crown! How great of news is that?! [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] TNT returns from a commercial "Movie Start Part 2" playing over the speakers as the squared circle has been decked out with the Red Carpet Treatment. Stood in the center of the ring is the dastardly duo of Nadia Kassle and Kennedy, both with microphones in their wicked paws. JH: We are back LIVE here on Tuesday Night Throwdown. TM: It's time for the Red Carpet Treatment, Jonathan! JH: I understand we're supposed to find out if Kailey Lane answered Madison Lee's request or not. I wasn't aware this was going to happen on Nadia's Red Carpet Treatment. TM: Bah! Kailey's probably in jail right now anyways. So let's just enjoy Kennedy and Nadia! Enough babbling out of the commentators. Let's listen to Nadia and Kennedy babble. Heh. The camera moves in closer to focus on the twosome, who look to be enjoying themselves tonight. Nadia: Well, it is once again time for me to give someone the Red Carpet Treatment. Unfortunately it will not be Kailey Lane. The boos erupts from the live arena as Nadia confirms to their disappointment that Kailey Lane is not in the building tonight. Nadia: Please. Like I would ever allow southern trash to soil my carpet. Not likely. However, I do have a very exciting line-up to the carpet tonight. First and foremost, you see to my right, the lovely Kennedy. Say hi, Kennsey. Big smile on her face, Kennedy waves to the disgruntled Detroit crowd. Joe Louis Arena is not happy tonight. Kennedy: Hello peoples! I know you just didn't get enough of me earlier tonight so I came back just for… actually, no. I came back to be here with my pal Nadia. I couldn't make her come out here in front of all you people alone. You have to remember, friends don't make friends hang out alone with losers. No, they don't! The two girls wrap their arms around one another, all chummy as the Michiganders let Kennedy know just how much they like being insulted. Which is none at all. JH: That's very endearing to the crowd. TM: Endear to this crowd?! You're forgetting we're in Graver and Carlos Kane country. How sophisticated can these people's intelligence be?! Nadia: Thank you, Kennedy. It means a lot. I really appreciate having a friend like you around. Kennedy: It is not a problem. I'm here for you. They finally part from their chummy embrace because the Carpet needs to commence. Although Thomas might enjoy them embracing some more. Nadia: And my next guest, is a true gem. The only woman I consider more talented than myself… and trust me, that is a VERY HARD task to accomplish. My next guest, is the greatest general manager to ever grace the sport of professional wrestling. She is Madison Leeeeee!!! 'Toxic' hit’s the speakers as the crowd greet the general manager's music with boos. Madison steps out onto stage to an even louder reaction of hatred. She takes the dislike in stride, heading towards the ring. In her footsteps follows a smartly dressed woman with glasses and a black briefcase. JH: Nadia's two guests. Her… gal pal Kennedy. And the General Manager Madison Lee. TM: Who's the fox with Madison? Oh wait, that is Madison! Hehehe. JH: You are a pathetic little man. I guess it's time for how much ass can Thomas kiss hour. Kennedy and Nadia both sit on the middle rope, allowing Madison Lee to easily enter the ring. They both, however, are not so nice to the smartly dressed woman accompanying Madison. But she enters the ring anyways. Madison shares a hug with Nadia and a hug with Kennedy, getting a pop from the drunk men in the crowd. TM: Ah! My turn! My turn! JH: Sit! Down! Kennedy graciously hands over her microphone to the GM, who takes it with a smile. Nadia sets her microphone on the glass top desk before taking a seat with Kennedy off to the side. Madison: As everyone will recall from last week, I gave Kailey Lane a choice. Either she could appear here tonight at the arena, or she could go to jail for putting her hands on Miss Kassle two weeks ago. TM: That is right! And she shouldn't even be given this choice! Her Tennessee hide should be behind bars long before tonight! Poor Nadia! Madison: Kailey Lane made her choice. It was hers to make, I can't blame her for making the one she did. The crowd begin chant "Kai-ley, Kai-ley, Kai-ley," disrupting Madison from her speechifying. TM: You idiots! Shut up! She's not here! JH: This crowd wants Kailey! TM: Visiting hours are from twelve to four! Madison glares out among the Detroit fans, who finally manage to quiet down enough for the GM to continue on. Madison: So without any further ado… no music… no light show… no fanfare… KAILEY! LANE! The crowd explodes as spotlights rush to the stage, the cameras focusing on the black curtain leading towards the back. TM: WHAT?! She's here?! But… but… but…! JH: Kailey's here?! I can't believe it! A few moments pass, the crowd settles down a little, starting to get anxious as they start at the unmoving curtain. TM: Maybe she isn't. Hopefully! JH: Do you have to be so pessimistic?! A flutter begins from the fans nearest the curtain. It snakes its way around the arena as a hand pulls the curtain aside. The arena erupts in a monstrous revival of the Kai-ley chant as the fans closest to the walkway stand to their feet. There, on the stage stands Kailey Lane herself, the glare in her eye for the ladies in the ring suddenly transformed into a shy grin for the cheering crowd. The fans closest to her get lucky answers to their questions. The camera picks up one such answer, not vocally, but obvious to those who can do a bit of lip reading. "Oh, I know. They will get theirs," she says, nodding and shaking hands with the fans. JH: Well Kailey Lane is indeed here! You may not like it, Thomas, but these fans are going crazy! TM: Well, the fans are idiots! So who cares?! Gathering her senses, she passes into the zone and the glare returns to her eyes, now a darker blue than before. She stands outside the ring, unwilling to go any farther. Nadia stands in the ring, a look of disbelief on her face and she turns to Kennedy. Both women share words and looks that are unmistakable as loathing. Madison grins and waves to Kailey, bidding her to join them in the ring. She pats the chair beside her, the intent obvious. Kailey simply plants her feet outside of the ring. Someone hands her a microphone and she looks at it as if it were a Black Widow spider... but they are all in the ring. Madison smiles sweetly at the blonde woman. Madison: Kailey, please. Join us in the ring. Uh, perhaps Kennedy and Nadia could hold the ropes open for you? Chuckles come from the two ladies, both anxious to do the GM's bidding. But a icy glare from Kailey halts them in their steps. Once she's assured the pair will keep their distance, she steps into the ring. Kennedy and Nadia both move back, taking their seats as Kailey moves more center to the ring, her chin raised defiantly to the woman who forced her to show up here tonight. Madison: Kailey. What a pleasure it is have you here with us. Madison's voice is laced with sarcasm as Kailey offers her a dry smile. TM: It most certainly isn't a pleasure! Kailey: My, how you have changed, Madison. Grown in some ways... The fans who get the joke laugh. Kailey: and NOT in others. Kailey pointedly looks at Nadia, who rolls her eyes at Miss Lane's comments. Madison glances down at her… um, her change… and returns her glare to Kailey. Madison: We didn't come here to discuss the three of us, Kailey. We're perfectly fine. We're here to discuss you. And your inane disregard for the law. And that's why my attorney, Ms. Vaughn, is present with us this evening. Ms. Vaughn? The woman places her briefcase on the desk, flipping it open and producing a sheet of paper. Madison takes the sheet from her, scanning it over. Madison: You're developing quite the rap sheet, Miss Lane. I mean, trespassing… assault… harassment. Madison clicks her tongue, shaking her head solemnly as she goes over Kailey's indiscretions. Kailey's brow furrows with an annoyed confusion. She raises a hand, halting Madison from continuing any further. Kailey: Hold it right there. Harassment? Who did I harass? Madison: Why, Miss Lane… Madison motions off to the side. Kailey cranes her head to find Kennedy, bright smile on her face as she politely waves back to her former best friend. Kailey's chin drops, almost in a non-verbal defeat. The moment passes and her lips purse, forcing her chin back up, dark clouds roll into her eyes as she returns her gaze on the GM. Madison: So, basically, Miss Lane, we have enough here to end you. That is… unless you want to make this all go away? Kailey looks up, her eyes showing interest. She leans forward slightly, wondering what the deal will be. That only prompts a smile from the boss, loving the fact that she's in complete control. Madison: Ms. Vaughn? The attorney reaches into her briefcase, presenting Madison with a few sheets of paper stapled together. Madison: Kailey. Here I have an official Full Intensity Wrestling contract for Tuesday Night Throwdown. Kailey's eyes widen in amazement at what Madison appears to be offering her. And she's not amazed in a good way either. Madison: All you have to do, to remain a free woman… is sign… Madison drops the contract onto the glass top table. The attorney produces a pen, clicking it open and dropping it on the contract. All four women in the ring have their eyes on Kailey, awaiting her decision. JH: What a laugh! Kailey either goes to jail, or she's under Madison's iron fist. TM: What's the problem? I'd love to be under Madison. JH: You want to have sex with Madison! We get it! Shut up already! Kailey's eyes move to the contract, back to Madison's smiling face. Kailey glances over at Kennedy and Nadia, no sympathy from that twosome. Finally, Kailey's gaze sets upon the contract again. She approaches the desk, picking up the pen. She presses the point to the dotted line and hesitates. Once again she glances back at Kennedy and Nadia, forcing a breath she signs away her fate. TM: Good choice, Kailey! She's a smart gal. I've always like that Kailey. JH: Poor Kailey. She really had no choice here. Or at least nothing Madison made easy for her. TM: Jonathan! She assaulted Nadia! You wouldn't coddle any other random fan. JH: No random fan would have a reason to do what Kailey did! Ms. Vaughn takes the contract, filing it away in her briefcase and sealing it shut. Madison smiles happily, joining Ms. Vaughn behind the desk. Madison: Good choice, Kailey. Welcome back. Kailey shakes her head and spins around RIGHT INTO A FOREARM FROM NADIA!!! She stumbles from the surprise attack, unable to protect from the kick to the gut from Kennedy! The twosome giggles at their little assault, taking a moment to high five each other. JH: What the hell?! TM: Yeah, welcome back, Kailey! Ha! Madison and Ms. Vaughn make their exit from the ring, contract in their possession, completely ignoring the mugging on Kailey. Nadia lays Kailey out with a right hand-- NO! Kailey blocks it, and BLASTS NADIA WITH A RIGHT HAND OF HER OWN! The Russian star finds herself pummeled repeatedly as Kailey takes it to the Ice Princess! Right hand after right hand strike the actress as Kailey becomes a woman possessed! Nadia takes each one, stumbling back further and further until-- KAILEY IS BLASTED FROM BEHIND BY KENNEDY! JH: Dammit! The two on one coming into play! TM: Do you, sometimes, feel like Jim Ross? Or not? JH: Shut up! Kailey crumples under the shot, giving Nadia the opportunity to boot her right upside the head! Nadia drops to her knees, driving elbows into the back of Kailey's neck. Nadia finishes up by lifting Kailey by her hair and throwing her face-first into the canvas! She storms back to her feet, stomping down on her fallen foe. It doesn't take long for Kennedy to get in on the action, joining her BFF in laying the boots to "Kails". JH: This is just despicable. TM: Well at least it’s all fair and legal now, not like when Kailey brought her bumpkin ass, albeit fine bumpkin ass, into an FIW ring two weeks ago. Kennedy and Nadia continue to lay das boots to Kailey… it was funny… and the crowd roars their approval of the actions going down. TM: Ha, I told you these fans were dumb. They’re cheering Kailey getting her… JH: They’re not cheering for that, Thomas. They’re cheering because of that! Hitchen points out Dante Coles streaking toward the ring, steel chair in hand. Without skipping a beat, Dante hurdles over the ropes and lands in the ring. Kennedy and Nadia are none the wiser despite the raucous cheers from the crowd. Nadia lays a hard boot into Kailey’s midsection and steps back to adjust her Hollywood hair. TM: NADIA, LOOK OUT!! Apparently she heard the warning, because Nadia spins around and comes face to chest with Dante. She jumps back a step out of surprise and takes a boot in the abdomen. Dante raises the chair over his head AND SLAMS IT DOWN ON NADIA’S BACK!!... NO!! Kennedy manages to pull Nadia out of the way in the nick of time. TM: Oh thank God! That dumb ox nearly ruined Nadia’s movie career! JH: I, for one, wouldn’t be too bothered. I think her movies were pretty bad. Dante’s eyes widen with anger as Kennedy foils his attempt to crush, kill, and destroy. He turns quickly to Kennedy and swings his chair again, but this time it’s Nadia’s turn to do the saving as she pulls Kennedy and herself through the ropes. Our villainous vixens land safely on their feet at ringside, staring wide eyed into the ring. They circle around the ring putting as much distance between themselves and the wild chair swinging man inside it. JH: Apparently bravery isn’t a shade marketed by Maybelline. TM: And just what the hell is that supposed to mean? JH: I’m just saying, that’s all. Kennedy and Nadia have made their way onto the stage, still looking back at the ring. Kailey is slowly recovering from the attack, but she’s still down in the corner. Her eyes scan her surroundings and find Dante standing there, but his focus is intently locked on the two on the stage. Dante looks over his shoulder to see Kailey finding her bearings. He turns his attention back to the stage to find it no longer occupied by Kennedy and Nadia. Dante gives Kailey one last look then makes his exit from the ring, leaving Kailey to pick herself up. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Sep 27 2005, 11:24 PM Post #3 |
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We come back from commercial and find ourselves walking through a hallway. It doesn’t take long to figure out that we’re following Dante Coles as he makes his way toward the car park. Suddenly a female voice cuts through the air along with the fast paced clicking of high heels on the tiled floor as Katie Hudson comes into the picture. Katie: Dante! Dante! A quick word, please. Dante stops dead in his tracks, standing before a set of double doors, the sign above them reading “Exit”. Katie: Dante, what was all that about? Were you returning the favor Kailey paid you two weeks ago? Are you and Kailey going to come together against Kennedy and Nadia? Katie pushes the microphone toward Dante, positioning it near his lips. The microphone picks up his breathing as he exhales heavily through his nose, never saying a word. Katie pulls the mic back to herself. Katie: Do you have anything to say at all? Dante looks Katie in the eyes, his lips part as if he’s about to say something, but he quickly turns around and forces the doors open. He exits into the parking area, leaving Katie Hudson without a scoop. Cut to another corridor. Running down the hall at what for him is a fever pace, Toby Bostock hangs on to his tie with one hand and his mic with the other as he chases the quickly retreating figure. He hollers back at the cameraman to keep up, earning him a few not-so-nice words spoken under the man's breath. As if he wasn't one of the reasons the figure is trying to get out fast, Toby feels the need to call out to his prey. Toby Bostock: "Kailey! Kailey Lane!!" With her goal only a few feet away, Kailey quickens her pace, attempting to get to the outer doors without having to talk to the man, or anyone for that matter. That proves impossible though since a group of ring monkeys flies through just in front of her. She pauses only for a moment and that is enough for Toby to reach her. Toby: "Kailey? A word please?" Caught by the hunter, her shoulders slump for a mere second and she looks up at the ceiling, quietly blowing out a lungful of air. She turns an already bruising face to the masses via the almighty camera. Kailey: "Toby, it's been a while. I'd like to say it's good to see you..." Toby seems to be waiting for her to finish but he is left waiting. He clears his throat and puts the mic to his lips. Toby: "You didn't have much to say in the ring tonight. We haven't spoken to you in quite a while and, with the events of this evening, I imagine you have a few things to say?" Standing there before Toby, the cameraman, and the world of FIW fans, Kailey tilts her head as if in thought. But clearly she already knows what she wants to say as her lips purse together and her eyes focus clearly on the camera. Kailey: "I didn't want to be your enemy, Kennedy. That IS where you think you have me, don't you? You think you have won without even the first battle." Her eyes darken ever so slightly as her expression hardens, a look of determination stealing across her face. Kailey: "Think again." With that, Kailey turns on her heel and slams through the doors into the night air. Toby: "Well, ahem... Welcome back, Kailey!" Cut to a random corridor in the Joe Louis Arena. Madison Lee strides through the deserted hall, a smirk on her lips and heading towards her office backstage. She runs a hand through her long brown hair, a distant look giving away a mind deep in thought. Madison’s serenity is quickly interrupted by a husky, masculine voice. ???: "Ah, Ms. Lee. I was wondering if you and I could have words." Madison’s eyes close and her face scrunches up to show her annoyance. She turns quickly to face the person addressing her and flashes a quick, but insincere smile his way. Madison: "Dr. Schultz. It’s been too long." The subtle venom in Madison’s words betray her, the camera panning around to show the CEO of Full Intensity Wrestling bearing a similar displeased expression as the TNT General Manager. Schultz has his coat draped over his slightly hunched shoulders and is leaning on a cane. The observant types amongst the viewers may notice Schultz’s bodyguards hanging around in the background, keeping a wary eye on the aged businessman. Madison tosses her hair back, her gaze never leaving Schultz, and she prompts him to break the awkward silence with a quizzical raising of her eyebrows. He starts to move on down the corridor, turning his back on her, a gesture which causes Madison to scowl. Schultz: "Perhaps we could take a walk? Your office isn't far, I’m sure this discussion will be over by then." Schultz does not wait for a response from the beautiful young lady and simply continues down the corridor, the clinking of his cane against the floor echoing with his footsteps. Madison has little choice but to fall in step beside him, and he continues to talk without bothering to see if she has accompanied him. Schultz: "You are well away of my plans in regards to this company, and I think it’s also quite evident that my lack of presence on both shows has spoken volumes as to how satisfied I've been with the handling of both Slam! and Throwdown. I’d expect no less of the competent man I personally appointed on Slam! of course." Madison’s lip curls up, a little infuriated by such comments, and she follows it up with a roll of her striking blue eyes. Schultz meanwhile pays her no attention, continuing to keep up his somewhat slow pace. Schultz: "But I was pleased with you too, Ms. Lee. Since our last little talk you’d heeded my words well. I’d begun to think that a woman like you could actually be quite successful in such a stressful but important role. Sadly, your decisions of late have blown doubt over such hope." The two management personnel reach Madison’s current office and Schultz turns to face her. His eyebrows lower, and his eyes narrow while his words become slower and slightly more purposeful. Madison continues to listen, all be it with a little sigh and a disinterested look. Schultz: "My shows are all about competition, and putting out the best product that we can. Not for you, and not for me but what’s in the best interest of the fans and the employees. We've had plenty of General Managers who have decided to push their own agendas above what is best for their show, but I won’t stand for such selfish disregard. Let me tell this to you straight, Ms. Lee. Your bias toward certain women on this show had better not affect the general well being negatively. You are not above this company, and despite what you may believe you are not in charge. You're looking at the guy who is in charge, and you’d do well to think carefully before any future action that may benefit yourself and other persons, especially certain women, on this show at the expense of the rest of this company." Schultz licks his dry lips and gives Madison a humourless smile and she responds in a similar sombre fashion. He collects himself and gives her a nod before turning to leave. Schultz: "I’m sure you have many things to d-.. " Madison holds a hand up, halting the CEO from his abrupt departure before she can get a word in. Madison: "Dr. Schultz. I assume you have a problem with my choice to side with Nadia Kassle and Kennedy. And if that is the case, what exactly do you think is the problem with that? All I'm doing, is giving my talent what it wants. Nadia Kassle, international superstar, has been so overlooked by previous general managers. Do you know that she's never had a championship opportunity? Sure, she was HANDED the TNT Tag Team Titles, but I'm not about hand-outs, Dr. Schultz. Nadia has proved herself here and has nothing to show for it. Are you suggesting THAT wasn't a problem? Are you suggesting because she's a female that it is okay?" Schultz: "Ms. Lee, I assure you-.." Again, Madison keeps the CEO from saying what it is he feels needs to be said. Madison continues speaking, as if Dr. Schultz didn't even try to get a word in. Madison: "Are you suggesting that Kennedy, the most successful woman in this company's history, should be overlooked just because there's a new flavor of the month? That people like Swytch, Carlos Kane, and Dante Coles should get things before her? Because they're men? Is this what you're telling me? That your precious Markone can run Slam however he wants because he's a man But I, on the other hand, must watch my step because I'm a female?" Schultz: "As I was saying before you interrupted me, Ms. Lee. I assure you that being a female-.." Madison: "I assure you that being a female feels more and more like a disadvantage as your months in charge continue. And I assure you that I won't hesitate to take my plight to court, should this continue. What happened to Kailey Lane out there, she had coming. I didn't find you on my doorstep when Kailey Lane, a mere civilian, put her hands on Nadia Kassle. And I most certainly don't see you over on Slam nitpicking at your man friend's way of running things." Madison stares at the elderly man before her. Schultz reaction is a mixture of surprise and anger from the way the general manager is speaking to him. Madison: "So you have a choice here, Doctor. You can continue this role of sexual discrimination, or you can treat me and your friend equally. Because the way I see it, I'm treating Kennedy and Nadia no different than you're treating Mr. Markone. The only difference here is that Kennedy and Nadia have consequence for their actions. Something I doubt Markone has." Schultz: "Consequence, really? What sort of consequences might they be?" Madison: "Well, you know that Kennedy will be facing off against Dante Coles next week, right?" Schultz: "That's right. I'm looking forward to it. Am I to assume you aren't banning Ms. Kassle from ringside?" Madison flashes Schultz a wry smile at his "suggestion". Madison: "No. I don't feel the need to treat my roster like children. Nadia is an employee of this company and as Kennedy's very good friend has a vested interest in being at ringside to support her." Schultz: "I see. I fail to see the consequence. Dante is facing Kennedy, the least he deserves after what she did to him. But he must also worry about Nadia at ringside. With all due respect, Nadia doesn't exactly play fair, Ms. Lee." Madison: "Oh, let me guess. You're worried because the man doesn't get it easy. I'm so not surprised. Anyways, the point I was attempting to get to, is that next week isn't the last time Dante and Kennedy will be facing off. In fact, in about three weeks, October 16th, Relentless will house a tag team contest between Nadia Kassle and Kennedy against Dante Coles… and his partner… Kailey Lane. Tell me, is that fair enough for you?" Schultz cocks his head to one side and takes his time to answer. He starts to nod his head slowly with Madison looking on impatiently, her foot nosily tapping the floor. Schultz: “I’m sure it will be a tremendous match. Like I said, there are certain parts of your job you do very well and for that you are to be commended. However, you would do well to divert the rest of your attentions to matters that exist in reality rather than whatever delusions you have dreamt up inside your own head, Ms. Lee. As long as you can continue to justify your decisions in a satisfactory manner, we’ll have no problem. I simply came here to warn you, don’t play favourites with my company.” Schultz raises his eyebrows as if searching for Madison’s response. This time however she remains grudgingly silent. Schultz: “Have a nice day, Ms. Lee.” Again Dr. Schultz turns to leave. His bodyguards approach down the corridor to meet him, coming to a rest position not far away to wait for the CEO. However this time it is Schultz who turns back. Schultz: “Oh.. and one more thing, Ms. Lee. Be careful about trying to pull the wool over my eyes. I may be old enough to be your grandfather, but I didn’t get where I am by being an idiot. I trust you and I are clear?” Schultz once more turns his back on Madison Lee, his cane clicking away down the corridor as he meets up with his bodyguards and heads back to his limo. 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, scowl on his face. Rick Proctor steps out behind him, confidently gazing from side to side. Sean stands tall on the stage, gazing out among the crowd before glancing behind himself to Rick. They make their way to the ring, Sean ducking under the middle rope. Rick makes his way down the stairs and around the ring, stopping to look out at the fans in the front row before rolling in under the bottom rope. Sean's eyes dart around the parameter swiftly before ascending the nearest turnbuckle. Chin raised in the air, Sean keeps those eyes ever-looking for you-know-who. Sean drops back down to the mat, meeting with Rick to discuss strategy for tonight. JH: The crowd is electric tonight and boy oh boy are they letting Sean James have it. TM: These so called "Hype" fans, full of themselves. Full of shit! JH: Why you have to use such colourful language is beyond me? TM: Why your momma has to be such a rotten smelly whore with webbed feet is beyond me! The crowd is letting Sean James have it with the constant audible barrage of "YOU AINT SHIT" chants, Sean doesn't seem to be listening. Se has far more pressing matter on his mind and that far out "IVE LOST MY FUCKIN MIND" look in his eye is a dead giveaway. Tony Clarke is about ready to get the match underway... Until the lights in the arena dim, leaving the frenzied crowd confused. "BOOS" fill the arena, Jonathan and Thomas are still arguing, Jonathan's mother is this, Thomas Moore' is that. You know the drill. JH: My mother is a saint, a saint I tell you! TM: Bollocks she takes it up the back alley everyone knows this, even Steve in despatch! JH: Steve in desptach? TM: Yeah ya know the one..lil fella, ya know JH: No.. [align=center]Suddenly the TNTron jumps into life images of Detroit cycling through at blistering speed before finally coming to halt at one hooded figure and then after a few seconds one unmistakable logo. The PA shudders into life. YA NOW TUNED INTO THE MOTHA'FUCKIN GREATEST IT'S THE INFAMOUS HYPE. H-Y-P-E HE CAN'T BE TOUCHED NIGGAS CAN'T YOU SEE HYPE-UNIT The Joe Louis Arena explodes! the roof damn near comes off! the look on every single face in the ring right now is a look of utter disbelief! the hightened security around the ring are already on full alert, some are making there way to the entrance ramp some stand firm but look around in a panicked state as the Arena goes ballistic Hype-Unit (BUMP) We in here (BUMP) We can get the drama popping We don't care (BUMP,BUMP,BUMP) It's going down (BUMP) 'Cause I'm around (BUMP) Carlos Kane, you know how I gets down (Down) What Up Gangsta! continues to shake the Joe Louis Arena to it's very foundations, monstrous "HYPE" chants fill the air. What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? A few minutes pass and still no Hype! the lights stay dim and the TNTtron once again shows some life revealing a dark alley and a hooded figure just in the distance. Slowly the reveal begins and were met with that trademark smirk and once again the roof of the Joe Luis Arena ends up in the stratusphere[/align] CK: DETROIT STAND UP! And stand up they do to a thunderous ovation. The hometown hero, the one and only Carlos Kane is in the motha'fuckin house, although not literally but he does seem to have a camera feed and it's showing on the TNTtron. Carlos Kane has once again wreaked havoc and taken over TNT live in Detroit, Michigan. CK: Detroit! Make some motha'fuckin NOISE! Is it possible for this arena to get any louder? If your answer to that question is "yes" then there's a cookie in the post for you, if the answer was "no", well *raises the middle finger*. CK: Sean Sean Sean! Always using those big ol' muscles of yours but never the one that truly counts. TM: Why, oh why, is this idiot here! JH: What? TM: I said why oh.. JH: No, I heard you I'm just randomly saying "What?" hoping that it will catch on. I hear there's big business in t-shirts for it. CK: The clock is ticking, Sean. Two weeks ago I told you that everything that had gone before Dangerous Liasons! Rick Proctor! All of that Sean, they were just warning shots! Carlos walks a few steps to his right, a slick black SUV is waiting with engine running the windows are blacked out. Carlos casually taps on the back window a couple of times, slowly it begins to wind down revealing a very scared April Lynn. Her mouth is mouth is ducktaped and her hands bound, Carlos with that trademark smirk casually taps on the roof of the SUV and slowly the window winds up. The reaction in the ring is nothing short of disbelief coupled with extreme blinding anger as Sean almost keels over as the realisation finally hits him, Carlos Kane has April Lynn. JH: GOOD GOD! Carlos has April! TM: That no good thieving bastard! CK: Two weeks ago I warned you that last week I would give you "what I've got!". Well my negro hating friend, that is what I've got! Let me tell you that girl has one filthy mouth, talented but filthy. Carlos lets a chuckle excape his lips as what he is implying finally registers with the capacity crowd. There is one person however who is not impressed with that oh so eloquent play on words, Sean is shaking! He's seething he is about ready explode as the crowd ooohs and ahhhs with every vein poppping on the side of his head. CK: The question Sean that's really gonna eat and grind at ya is not "Why?" That shit's obvious but I'll explain it anyway. The question you need to be asking yourself is "How?" I told you this shit was chess not chequers! I told you I run this sports entertainment shit, I told you I am a boss! Sean, I'm untouchable! Now did Carlos Kane pull this lil coup all alone? Well Sean that'd be bad business if I told ya. What I will say is once upon a time the last person that saw April Lynn last week I once considered to be like a father to me, he was my best friend, MY BROTHER! They always say blood is thicker than water! Ooooooos from the crowd, Sean knows exactly what Carlos is implying. TM: Mind games Jonathen, Carlos is playing mind games! don't listen Sean! CK: Now onto the big business. JH: Here we go, business just picked up! TM: Shut it, JR! CK: October 16th FIW presents RELENTLESS! Sean James VS Carlos Kane! Moving closer to the now shaking camera man Carlos removes his hood the trademark smirk slowly dissipating replaced by an icey stare. It's like he just switched places with an evil twin. He's gone from the Carlos Kane we know an love to the Carlos Kane circa Silent Rage/Hype which means very bad things for Sean James. CK: On June 21st in Vancouver, Canada you tried to take my career, you tried to take my life. Three months Sean, three fucking months I lay in that hospital room reliving the events of that day over and over in my mind like a dream or a nightmare. They seemed vivid, they seemed real. The man that spoke to you all of 10 minutes ago, the man that has played you week in week out for the last 2 months. That man Sean, was a front! Beneath this cool, calm, icy exterior beats the heart of animal driven by unadulterated hatred! Driven by anger! Driven by the fact that 4 months ago Sean James very nearly ended Carlos Kane. Carlos stares down the barrel of the lens the unnevering calmness slowly melting away as he gets more animated, his voice gets louder his eyes narrower. CK: The "front" is begining to melt away, the animal is tearing back the layers trying to escape! The heat I'm bringing Sean will make Dangerous Liaisons seem like foreplay! Carlos Kane is so hot right now the devil be waring sun screen! April was taken for one thing and one thing only! Some people like to call it leverage, me? I like to call it good business! TM: You mean blackmail you idiot! someone call the cops! CK: I know you don't want it with Carlos Kane! Detroit knows you don't want it with Carlos Kane! All the boys in the back know you don't want it with Carlos Kane! And most importantly Sean YOU know you don't want it with Carlos Kane! So April is the deal breaker, the icing on the cake, the coup de grace, the begining of "The Takeover". A shout out to all the "OG's" in the back! Carlos Kane is back and he is untouchable! He is the present and future! He IS the god! The icy stare, the frown is replaced once again. That trademark smirk, the self control, Carlos steps back from the camera a few steps and holds his hands out to the side like Christ himself. CK: You tried to kill me once but I rose from the dead. I am Carlos FUCKING Kane and I don't stop, I won't stop. Carlos Kane is back! And motha'fucka Carlos Kane runs this shit! OCTOBER 16TH! RELENTLESS! SEAN JAMES! CARLOS KANE! LAST MAN STANDING! STREET FIGHT! SHOTS FIRED NIGGA! Carlos swings a vicious right hand towards what we reckon must be the cameraman because he crumples to the floor in a heap, the camera falls to it's side catching the last few moments as Carlos walks away and into the waiting SUV as the feed crackles loudly over the PA and is then replaced by static. The camera cuts to the image of Sean James' face, slack-jawed as he stares that static on the tron. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Sep 27 2005, 11:25 PM Post #4 |
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TNT returns live to hear 'Hate Me Now' playing over the speakers. Sean James hasn't calmed down in the slightest, screaming to Proctor how he's gonna dismember Carlos Kane when he gets a hold of him. JH: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. Both Sean James and his bodyguard are in the ring, now we await the arrival of their opponent(s). TM: If there are two of them! JH: While we wait, we just want to remind you to turn in next week. The final Throwdown before Relentless comes to you live from Madison Square Garden in New York City. We've got a huge show planned. [align=center] [/align]JH: Dante Coles verses Kennedy will take place there and after what happened tonight, you have to wonder what will happen when those two clash in the squared circle. TM: And don't forget! Katie says Madison is considering Orion for a major match next week. What's that gonna be? JH: And with the announcement that Swytch and Chris Maclay will face off at Relentless, what's gonna happen with those two next week? [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 Slam! 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 down the entrance ramp and makes his way down to the bottom of the ramp avoiding he reach of the fans. Orion walks around ringside to the announce desk to feign a strike on Jonathon Hitchen. Oldriod slides 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 Charles Cruz prepares to make his announcement. MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is our Tag Team Main Event! Introducing, from the City of Angels...ORION OLDRIOD!!!! JH: Now the big question is whether Madison Lee has arranged for a partner for Orion. TM: We'll see right about now... MA: And his partner... Orion's concerned expression changes to one of delight as he listens to Michael Anderson before turning to the entrance. However nobody's music hits and nobody steps out of the back. Sean James is wanting to go, he is like a caged animal pacing back and forth behind 'The Predator'. Orion looks disappointed and begins pulling up his armpads in preparation of the battle. TM: Looks like Madison has thrown Orion to the wolves! JH: WAIT A SECOND!!!! The beat drops and so do the house lights, signalling the entrance of TNT’s very own Ragin’ Cajun. Strobe lights dart around the arena, searching frantically for our anti-hero before coming to settle on the entranceway, illuminating the man himself and bouncing off his freshly shined title belt. Jay Z spits and the Cajun steps forward, cocky grin plastered on his face as he’s flanked by his silent partner, the black giant, Carl Lucas. They take to stepping along the aisle, Carl’s eyes fixated on the ring where as Remy’s wonder about the crowd, picking out the signs that show him love and boost his already inflated ego. As they reach the ropes, Carl steps off the walkway and moves to a position at ringside, ready to watch the match as Remy steps through and onto the canvas. He heads to the farthest set of turnbuckles and climbs up to the second set of cables, throwing his arms out to cheers, boos, flashbulbs, whatever the fans feeling like showering him with. With the atmosphere well and truly soaked in, the Cajun hops down, passes his belt to the ref and turns to face the entrance as he awaits the start of his match. MA: And his partner, weighing 225 pounds...REMY BARTEAUX!!!! JH: The falsely accused Remy Barteaux is Orion Oldriod's tag team partner! TM: Talk about poetic justice! Orion offers his hand for a shake to Remy but the ragin Cajun refuses. Orion shrugs and gets ready to start the match as Barteaux steps out onto the apron. Orion looks across the ring to see Rick Proctor ready to start for the James/Proctor team. Oldriod and Proctor tie up, with Orion quickly using his speed to go quickly behind 'The Predator'. Orion locks his hands together and takes Proctor down with a waistlock takedown. Orion then slaps the back of Proctor's head to rub the point in. Proctor is instantly to his feet and he does not look happy. JH: That might be a mistake from Oldriod, you don't want to piss that man off! TM: He's a tough man and you can bet that he's looking over there at Remy Barteaux, he's remembering the loss to Remy a few weeks ago. JH: That was on his TNT ring debut of course. They both circle the ring and lock up once more in the ring, Orion gets the advantage this time again because of his quicker feet and he connects with a quick DDT! But PROCTOR GETS RIGHT BACK UP and Orion raises his eyebrows. They start to circle each other and Remy tags the back of Orion, tagging himself in! JH: Here comes Remy! TM: And he wants Sean in, as you'd expect after what happened last week. Proctor reaches back and tags in his boss, The Black Knight. Barteaux quickly knocks down a raging Sean James with a back elbow! Remy pulls the arm of Sean James, putting him into an armbar submission hold. His right knee is placed across the back of Sean James as he continues pulling, Tony Clarke checks on Sean James as he seems to be close to tapping out. Rick Proctor then comes out from his corner as he stomps on Remy, causing him to break the hold. Tony Clarke gets up in his face and tells Proctor to go back to his corner as Sean James grabs his right arm in pain, Remy gets up and looks at Rick Proctor. Breaking his glare on Rick, Remy looks down to find Sean not under his feet...SCHOOL BOY ROLL UP!!!! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] JH: Sean employing a Remy tactic there! TM: He could have easily got the win, Remy seemed to be watching Proctor a little too closely. Remy and Sean are up to their feet at the same time. Proctor knocks Remy back and talks to James, motioning to Sean's head to get him in focus. Rick then exits the ring and Sean charges at Barteaux! Remy avoids a clothesline attempt from the Black Knight and he goes for a suplex. Sean James counters as he kicks Remy off and Remy starts running, trying to knock down Sean James but is then stalled with a kick to the mid-section!! Sean James gets underneath Proctor and SLAMS HIM DOWN WITH A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!!!! Sean James gets back up and tags in Rick Proctor very hard. Remy is grabbing the back of his neck in pain, a smirk coming across Rick’s face as he looks down at the helpless Remy. Proctor then grabs the left underarm of Remy and plants a punt deep into the ribs. On the apron Oldriod doesn’t seem to even care… JH: Look at his face, he isn't even interested in what's happening to his partner! TM: He doesn't care for Remy and I'll bet it works both ways! JH: They have a disadvantage when it comes to teamwork, Sean and Rick are always on the same page! Porctor drops an elbow deep into the lower back of the Cajun and keeps it driven in there. In the meantime he twists and nails a few knees to the gut of Remy, taking out the air inside him. Remy then sneaks out breaking the hold. He reaches his feet and as he sends Rick flying into the ropes. As Rick Proctor rebounds off the ropes, Remy goes for a clothesline but Rick Proctor ducks! Remy turns around and Proctor ducks for a second time. Remy is prepared this time as he jumps up into the air and connects with a HURRICANRANA!!! Remy GRABS THE LEGS AND GOES FOR THE PIN!!! JH: Remy's going to steal it! TM: Not for the first time in his TNT career! [align=center]1! 2! SAVED BY SEAN![/align] Tony Clarke steps between Remy and Sean James, Sean trying to provoke Remy into an attack but the Cajun smirks and politely refuses. Sean James gets back to his corner even more frustrated that he was but he's given Rick Proctor to time to start getting back up slowly. Remy moves towards Orion on the apron as Rick Proctor gets back up to his vertical base. Remy sees Proctor ready for more action and he tags in Orion. Oldriod seems to be a little unhappy with Remy but he enters the ring and looks at Proctor. Orion begins his attack by dodging a punch attempt and getting in a few clubbing to the head of Proctor. The Predator manages to knock Oldriod away to the ropes and then sends him sailing across the ring with an irish whip. Orion bounces off the ropes and Proctor goes for a back body drop but Orion counters with a flip out! Porctor starts to turn around but gets TAKEN DOWN WITH A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!!!! Orion goes for a pin... [align=center]1! 2! SEAN BREAKS IT UP![/align] JH: That's the second time Sean James has broken up a fall on Proctor! TM: Working as a well-oiled unit! Tony Clarke steps before Sean James for a second time, he tells him to go to his corner and Sean lingers, wanting to nail TC until he sees that Proctor seems to be stirring, Orion gets back up and lifts the head of Rick Proctor… suddenly Rick comes back to life as he nails a few elbows to the gut of Orion!! Orion doubles over clutching his stomach as Rick Proctor starts running for the ropes and as he rebounds, Orion is back up! Proctor LAUNCHES INTO THE AIR AND WIPES OUT ORION WITH A FLYING SHOULDER BLOCK!!!! JH: The impressive Proctor has really been a worthy signing for Sean James. Orion crawls towards his corner and makes the tag to Remy Barteaux, who comes in and takes Proctor down with a big leg lariat! He then pulls Rick half-way up and hurls him towards the James/Proctor corner. Sean then makes a tag and comes in. Remy Barteaux lunges for the leader of The Black Knights but Sean James has it scouted and he sidesteps the attack. Sean then sends Remy scrambling back into a corner with a single right hand to the chin. Sean closes in before nailing Remy with another hard right hand. Remy is knocked back into the neutral corner and Sean grabs his wrist before shooting him across the ring with an irish whip. Remy’s back smacks against the opposite set of turnbuckles and he stumbles out, holding his back in pain… only to be met with a hard clothesline! Sean surveys his handiwork, he rubs his forearm before he makes a tag to Rick Proctor who bounds through the ropes and pounces on Remy, pummelling him with stomps and punches. Sean applauses as he exits to the outside. TM: Sean looking impressed with Rick Proctor’s head-on approach JH: But the Fighting Spirit Champion won't just take this lying down! Proctor buries a few more boots to the chest of the grounded Remy Barteaux before pulling him up to his feet. Proctor presses Remy back against the ropes before Irish whipping him towards the opposite side of the ring. Remy bounces off the ropes and as he does so, Orion makes a blind tag, unseen by Proctor. Remy runs into a clothesline by Proctor, which he manages to duck. Proctor is resultingly caught by some flying right hands from Orion! The Oracle unloads with wild right-handed shots to Proctor as he attempts to shield himself. Orion is fired up and he continues to nail Proctor with hard shots. He is eventually forced back into a corner and from there Orion nails some vicious boots to his gut. TM: Orion is on fire! JH: Proctor’s in the ropes; referee! Orion backs up and flips off the crowd before climbing up to the second rope and hammering away at Proctor’s head. The crowd count along to four before Proctor finds the strength to fight back. He staggers out of the corner with Orion clinging onto him and drops him with a snake eyes! Orion manages to use his hands to block his face from the turnbuckle though! He charges at Proctor but out of nowhere he connects with a vicious back elbow! Orion takes the shot to his jaw and is knocked to the mat. Proctor drags him along the ground to his corner and sticks his hand out for Sean to tag. Sean is straight in, almost forgetting to make the tag as he does. TM: What was that all about? JH: Sean James just wants into this match, he just wants to hurt somebody! He pulls Orion up to his feet. The elbow to his jaw has left Orion groggy and he is irish whipped. Sean holds onto the arm and whips Orion back towards him, clobbering him with a short arm clothesline! Sean then drops a knee across Orion’s gut before standing up and slapping the shoulder of Rick Proctor. Rick has a puzzled look on his face as he enters the ring, not sure why Sean has got his licks and left. He immediately pulls Orion up to his feet but ORION PERFORMS AN INSIDE CRADLE!!!! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] TM: Near fall on Rick Proctor! JH: But the big news is Sean's behavior, Carlos Kane has really messed with this young man's head! Rick Proctor climbs right back up to his feet with a very angry look on his face. Orion is slower to get to his feet and Proctor tries a kick but he catches his foot! Rick Proctor hops on one leg for a couple of seconds before Orion spins him around and takes him down with a discus clothesline! TM: That had to hurt; Proctor hit the mat pretty hard! Orion prepares himself in a neutral corner as Rick Proctor springs up to his feet. Orion is ready for him though and blasts him with a high spinning heel kick! Orion makes the quick tag to Remy! Remy bursts into the ring and smacks Proctor with a running elbow smash! Proctor bounces right back up but is knocked straight back down by another shot to the jaw! TM: Wow, talk about a team at work! JH: Rick Proctor will put that fire out, don’t you worry! Proctor is out on his feet as Remy Barteaux turns around and stuns him with a boot buried into the gut before hooking him up with a…SPIKE DDT! Proctor is down now and Sean James attempts to get into the ring, but Clarke holds him back. The distraction though, proves enough to Remy Barteaux who loses concentration. He walks over to assist the referee in forcing Sean to stay on the apron and Proctor is allowed some time to recover. TM: Things are starting to break down again here! JH: Tony Clarke needs to keep control! Finally Sean relents in attempting to enter the ring illegally and leaves the scene as Rick Proctor is stirring. Remy Barteaux turns around to face his opponent who is now up to one knee. Remy aims downwards with a hard right hand only for Proctor to block the move! He fires back with one of his own and it connects! Remy stumbles backwards and bounces back off the ropes...MOB HIT!!!! TM: Where did that come from???? JH: The Yakuza Kick! Sean James comes into the ring and he gets a MOB HIT of his own!!!! James rolls to the outside and Remy drops into a cover on Rick Proctor! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! Shoulder up by Proctor![/align] Orion comes in and pounces on Proctor, slipping in as many shots as he can onto his face and head! Rick shoves Orion off and stands up once again. Oldriod heads towards him and chops him across the chest but TC restrains Orion. Remy is up and shoots Rick into the ropes but Rick reverses! He whips Barteaux into the ropes and Remy holds on! He shoots Rick into the ropes and he rebounds straight into a powerslam!! The Cajun makes the cover... [align=center]1! 2! SEAN MAKES THE SAVE![/align] TM: That's like the third time Sean has broken up a fall! JH: Come on Clarke! Get a grip man! Sean exits the ring quickly as Barteaux pulls Rick up to his feet. Remy locks Proctor in a front face lock, he grabs his tights and pulls him up before slamming him down with a vertical suplex! TM: Earlier we found out that we've got another thief here on TNT in Carlos Kane! JH: Carlos Kane has April, as we found out earlier tonight on this broadcast. Remy pulls Proctor to his feet, but Proctor desperately fights back with right hands to the midsection. Proctor grabs Remy and hoists him up to his waist and he parades him around the ring...BACKBREAKER!!!! Proctor stands up and makes a tag, bringing Sean James back into the match! TM: And here comes Sean James. JH: James has been very uncompromising so far in this match, the Carlos Kane situation has to be playing on his mind. TM: Carlos Kane preys heavily on everybody's mind! JH: Like yours? TM: I can't keep track of what I say, he might be watching! Remy doesn’t stay down for long, he’s soon back up and facing off with The Black Knight. Sean reacts slightly more quickly as he runs at Remy and takes him back down with a hard dropkick to the knee. James gets down on the canvas and attempts to lock in a ground sleeper but Remy resists by hitting several forearms to his head. Remy pops up to his feet, Carl looking on from the outside. JH: Now these two are very evenly matched as it stands. TM: Both have reasons to be angry, Remy for the attack last week and Sean James for Carlos Kane's announcement! Sean once again makes the first move as he lands a hard right across the jaw of Remy. Sean lands a few more right handed shots before shooting Remy into the ropes. Remy leapfrogs a back body drop attempt and he slams a knee to the gut of Sean as he turns around. Remy then drops Sean with a SNAP SUPLEX!!!! He then makes a quick tag to his partner Orion. TM: Look at his face, he wants some action here. JH: That makes sense, since he thought earlier that he would have to go into this on his own. TM: He claims he was forced into doing that but I have my doubts. Orion pulls Sean to his feet and drapes his neck over the top rope; he then holds it there until the count of four. Orion flicks Sean off the ropes and lands Sean’s head across his knee. Orion nails several stomps into Sean’s upper body before pulling him up yet again. This time though, Sean is ready and strikes with a back kick to Orion’s gut. Orion doubles over and Sean smashes his elbow into the back of Orion’s head! TM: Sean James taking to the former World Heavyweight Champion! JH: Sean is fired up, he's an angry young man and he is just belting Orion all over this ring! Orion falls to the mat on his front; Sean grabs Orion’s legs and pulls him over into an STF! Orion squirms in pain on the mat but he scrambles quickly out of it and into the ropes! Sean stays standing but Orion gets to his feet quickly and nails a hard clothesline, SENDING SEAN ALL THE WAY OVER TO THE OUTSIDE!!!! Remy then drops down off the apron as Orion detains Tony Clarke. Remy picks up James, he chops him across the face several times before rolling him back into the ring under the bottom rope. JH: Remy and Orion working together on this one. TM: Remy Barteaux is nothing but a scoundrel! Orion attacks Sean as soon as he is back in the ring; he aims at his torso area with stomps and drops an elbow into the chest. Orion then gets up and tags Remy back into the match. JH: Smart tactics by Orion and Remy, the makeshift duo. TM: He's just being lazy and getting Remy to do all the work! Remy picks Sean up off the canvas and suplexes him into the air, he then drops him midsection first on the top rope. Sean hangs for a few seconds before being clubbed on the back by Remy and falling back into the ring. Remy goes to pick Sean up once again but Sean goes for the eyes! Remy manages to block the attempted eye rake and unloads on Sean’s legs with a series of stiff kicks, which make him fall to his knees. Remy elbows Sean in the face and he goes down fully to the mat. JH: These two have had several battles in a short time here on Tuesday nights. TM: With Sean James coming on top in most of them! Remy tries to pick Sean up but James catches him with a headbutt to knock Barteaux off his feet. Sean goes for the legs and twists his right leg around Remy’s and pulls back on it, hyper extending the knee! Barteaux appears to be in a lot of pain, and kicks Sean off with his free leg. Sean goes to pull Remy to his feet but Remy resists, he grabs Sean by his trousers and drives him face first into the closest turnbuckle. Barteaux favours the knee slightly and tags back in Oldriod. TM: And Orion is back in the match. JH: Working well together again, this is rather surprising. Rick Proctor comes into the ring at the same time as the tag was made in case of a double team, Proctor grabs Orion and takes him along the ropes. He slams Oldriod's head into a top turnbuckle before he turns around to find Remy brushing past him and Remy continues into ropes to build momentum...BULLDOG!!!! PROCTOR'S HEAD DRIVEN INTO THE MAT!!!! Remy then kicks Proctor out of the ring before he also exits onto the apron, just spending a moment checking his leg. TM: Both Sean and Orion are the legal men. JH: And both down! Orion and Sean begin crawling to their respective corners, Sean ahead as he was knocked down first. James makes the tag first to Proctor and The Predator comes in without delay to grab Orion by the ankle before he can tag out. Proctor drags Orion up but Orion BLASTS HIM WITH AN ENIGURI!!!! Orion dives and tags in Remy! The Cajun comes in and he sends Rick into a turnbuckle! JH: Oldriod tagged out quickly, Proctor might remind him of the powerful Jim O'Brien! Remy is on a charge as he sprints into the corner but Proctor gets two feet up into the face of Remy to stagger him back. Proctor then goes low, delivering a dropkick to the point of Remy’s knee. Remy drops down to one knee, clutching the one taken from under him as Proctor reaches out and tags in his tag partner Sean James. Sean comes in and immediately goes to work on the same knee. JH: We saw this kind of attack work for Orion last week on Jim O'Brien. TM: And now it's being used on his own tag team partner. He kicks away viciously at the joint of the knee to keep Remy down on one knee, Remy is doing his best to fend off the attack but Sean James is relentless. He wails away at the knee and then runs into the ropes to bounce off for momentum to deliver a dropkick to the chest of Remy, sending him down to the canvas. Sean James then quickly tags in Proctor and Sean James stretches Remy’s leg out. Proctor comes in and performs a knee drop, perfectly placed to the joint. JH: If Remy can't move freely then a third Mob Hit is off his list of moves! TM: We saw a few times earlier that they concentrated on the knee but not in this kind of focus! Proctor drags Remy along the mat to the ropes before placing Remy’s weakened right leg across the bottom rope. He stomps away at the outstretched limb, using the top rope to balance himself and Remy is left howling in pain. Proctor pulls Remy up to his feet, Remy having to put most of his weight on his left leg so is off balance a little as Proctor bounces off the ropes before knocking Remy down with a hard clothesline across Remy’s chest. JH: Remy knocked off his feet; he isn't usually down there for long. TM: Proctor hit him with a hard running clothesline and it had a lot of force behind it after coming off the ropes. Remy is down; Proctor keeps him there with more stomps and this time to the upper body. Remy rolls over and Proctor takes the opportunity, dropping to the mat and locking in a side headlock. Proctor is weakening Remy and referee Tony Clarke is right there to check on Remy’s reddening face. Proctor kicks his legs up in the air for added pressure as the crowd begin to get behind Remy, chanting his name and firing him up. Remy uses the support to push him up off the mat, Proctor still clinging onto the now standing side headlock. Remy rears back, giving out a roar as he lifts Proctor off his feet and drives him into the canvas in a vicious back suplex! JH: Proctor driven down now and Proctor is the one on the mat now as Remy can recover. TM: This is a tag match; he needs to make a tag to the fresh man on the apron! JH: Orion Oldriod is well rested, Remy should make a tag to let 'The Oracle' take this fight to Sean James and Proctor. Remy is slowly getting up from the mat as Proctor uses the ropes to pull himself up. Oldriod has his arm out ready to accept a tag but Remy blanks him and begins hammering down on a dazed Proctor next to the ropes. Proctor drops to the mat but manages to grab Remy’s trousers and he hurls him through the ropes to the outside! Remy lands with a smack on the ringside mats and Sean James immediately drops down from the apron. Proctor distracts the referee as his partner Sean James picks Remy up. Carl watches on closely with a stern face, his eyes not moving from Sean James. TM: Remy had a chance to make the tag and he didn’t take it, which was a mistake for sure! JH: Orion was ready for it but Remy wants more revenge after last week's brutal assault. Remy is sent forehead-first into the barricade before Sean James blasts him with a knee to the stomach. Remy doubles over and is then hurled back into the ring under the bottom rope. Proctor dismisses the referee at the opportune moment before covering the weakened Remy. [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] JH: Near fall created by Sean James’ out of the ring actions… TM: Good double-teaming from this pairing in my mind. Oldriod stomps his foot down on the apron to drum up support for Remy as Proctor makes a quick tag to Sean James. They double-team Remy, sending him into the ropes and catching him coming off with a double reverse elbow shot that leaves Remy down on the mat. Remy is then quickly scooped up off the mat by an electric Sean James, he sends Remy back to the ropes before waffling him with several stiff chops to the chest. He then goes to irish whip him across the ring but Remy applies the brakes and reverses the attempt. JH: Sean James sent into the ropes now. TM: He will be easy pickings for he skilled Sean James and that powerful human being if he takes this kind of beating for the rest of this match. Sean James is sent into the ropes, he comes bouncing back off to duck a wild clothesline attempt from Remy and he lands a chop block to Remy’s targeted knee! Sean James then makes a tag to Proctor, noticing Remy’s sudden second wind. The combination of Sean and Rick land wth heavy boots down on Remy as Orion Oldriod distracts the referee, protesting at the continued double-teaming. This allows James/Proctor to continue, taking Remy into their half of the ring before Sean James exits the ring. JH: You just have to wonder for a second about Orion Oldriod, does he really care about Remy? He didn't look like he did earlier. TM: He doesn't care about anybody but himself! We all know that! Proctor and Remy begin to brawl against each other. Remy gains the upper hand now with desperate right hands to fend Proctor off but Proctor whacks Remy with one big kick planted into the stomach. Proctor whips Remy across the ring and Orion Oldriod makes a blind tag! Proctor hasn’t seen it though and he takes Remy down with a monster powerslam! Proctor then looks out the crowd before he turns around into…A SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK TO HIS CHEST FROM OLDRIOD!!!! TM: Taking to the air! JH: Out of nowhere Orion Oldriod knocks Proctor off his feet! Remy takes the initiative; he scoops Proctor up off the mat and hurls him into Orion. Oldriod thinks quickly to connect with a flipping dropkick to the jaw of Proctor to stagger him back into the Remy/Oldriod corner. From there Remy is persuaded out of the ring onto the apron as Orion goes to work on Proctor, delivering back elbows to Proctor’s face. Proctor is kept in the corner and Oldriod manipulates the referee away from Proctor so Remy can choke him with the tag rope. Sean James then comes into the ring to make the referee aware but he only serves to distract Tony Clarke further. JH: Now Orion and Remy are resorting to cheating to gain an advantage… TM: The thief and Oldriod? That was to be expected! Finally Sean James is persuaded out of the ring and that leaves Orion Oldriod pulling Proctor out of the corner right into a hard clothesline. Proctor is knocked to the mat and Orion begins stomping at his ribs. He jumps high into the air to drop a high-impact elbow across Proctor’s chest before tagging in Remy. Remy comes in to a large applause from the live crowd before instantly going to work on Proctor. He keeps him in the Remy/Oldriod half of the ring by wrenching on Proctor’s right arm. He then sets him up for what looks to be a Double Arm DDT hooking Proctor up in a butterfly set-up but Proctor resists. Proctor lands a few elbows to Remy’s head to stagger him back and then follows Remy into a corner. JH: Remy was looking for a Double Arm DDT, he likes those DDT's. TM: But Proctor recognised it and blocked, the mark of a true professional. Proctor goes to chop Remy as he is propped up in the corner but Remy reverses! He lands a vile chop of his own before driving the point of his elbow into Proctor’s face and Proctor is left reeling. He stumbles out of the corner right into the waiting clutches of Remy, who hoists him up onto his shoulders...JAMBALAYA DRIVER!!!! Proctor is dazed and then he gets pinned by Remy! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] Remy question's the referee's count for a moment before dragging Proctor up to his feet. Proctor gets irish whipped across the ring to the ropes and he comes off at high speed to duck a clothesline attempt from Remy. Proctor's momentum takes him into the ropes and he rebounds off to attempt a flying shoulder block...Remy dives to the mat and avoids contact! Remy hoists Proctor up to deliver what looks like a shoulder breaker as he places Proctor into his arms. Remy points downwards to draw the fans' reaction before attempting to drive Proctor downwards but Proctor slips out the back door! JH: Proctor blocks that shoulder breaker by sliding off the shoulder! TM: Remy needs to press his advantage quickly if he wants to keep control of the match. Proctor lands on his feet behind Remy and pushes him forward against the ropes, Proctor goes downstairs to roll Remy up but he clings onto the ropes. Proctor rolls back into the middle of the ring then stands as Remy turns around. Proctor catches him with a hefty boot to the gut before scooping him up for a slam; Remy matches Proctor's athletism by floating over and out of the scoop. Proctor turns around to find Remy ready for him and Remy slams a knee into the body of Proctor. He sets him up for a vertical suplex, preparing him with a front facelock. Remy seems to be going for the Triple Brainbuster trademark of his but again Proctor resists. He blocks the big move and goes for a vertical suplex of his own...that Remy also blocks! JH: Neither of these men are being co-operative with each other! Remy gets shoved away from Proctor as the match is going through it's slow phase, he uses the ropes for momentum but Proctor is waiting and blasts him with a stiff reverse elbow to the jaw that leaves Remy wobbling on his feet. Proctor hooks Remy up as quickly as he can in a front facelock and slings Remy's right arm over his neck. Remy blocks it with a few elbows before he sets up his own front facelock. He performs a vertical suplex that sends impact rippling through Proctor's body. Barteaux still holds onto the head of Rick as he lies on the mat and twists as he is getting up. The Cajun performs another vertical; his second in succession but before he can land his brainbuster, Proctor blocks with a neckbreaker! Proctor is also down and now Remy makes a tag. JH: Remy wanted that triple suplex into a brainbuster but Rick blocked! TM: He had to or it could have been finished right there. Orion comes in but Proctor catches him with an uppercut. He then takes Orion to a neutral corner and picks Orion up to drop his face across the top turnbuckle pad. Orion gets up quickly though, Proctor bounces off the ropes grabbing his head from behind and introducing it to the mat in a facecrusher! He rolls out of the ring to catch his breath, taken aback by Proctor’s explosive turn in the middle of this match. JH: We've had more matches announced for Relentless tonight. TM: It's shaping up to be yet another great FIW pay-per-view. JH: Well, only as far as the TNT matches go! Orion frowns at the crowd before turning his attention back to the ring. Suddenly he sees Proctor bounce off the ropes with considerable pace and attempt to hit him with a BASEBALL SLIDE!!!! Proctor launches himself under the bottom rope but the agile Oldriod moves out of the way! Proctor slaps down on the protective mats, causing a ‘ooohhh’ from the fans in attendance. Proctor shakes off the cobwebs from his collision with the floor as Orion assists him back into the ring, then sliding in himself to lock his arms around the neck of Proctor and applying a sleeper hold. JH: The risk didn’t pay off for Proctor and now Orion can turn the screw. TM: He can jump onto the outside all he likes but it’s on the mat that he will win it. Orion relaxes his grip slightly and seems to be getting complacent as Proctor takes advantage, battling out of the ground sleeper. He manages to make it up to his feet before delivering a few elbows to the gut of Oldriod. He switches positions with him and locks in a sleeper hold of his own to the delight of the fans. Orion chokes slightly before taking Proctor down with a shallow back suplex and the two opponents are down. Both partners begin stomping their foot to drum up support and it allows the legal men to clamber to their feet. Orion staggers back into his corner quickly and slaps the palm of Remy, who steps in between the ropes and studies Proctor for a second before striking. He moves forward quickly, shooting him off the ropes after a forearm delivered to the face and as he rebounds Proctor ducks underneath and grabs his neck from behind, bring him down in a perfect reverse DDT. JH: What a move by Proctor! TM: He had Remy scouted there for sure. Remy clutches at his neck, surprised by Proctor’s quick thinking and nimble ability. He starts to get to his feet only to be met by thunderous kicks that make a tremendous noise as Remy stumbles back. Proctor quickly moves into the corner to further the punishment but Remy cuts him off with a kick to the stomach that only glances off Proctor. The former American Footballer takes it well and blasts Remy with a shoulder buried deep into the abdomen before slamming Remy’s face into the top turnbuckle. JH: Look at Sean James up on that apron, he is breathing very heavily. TM: That's not tiredness, he's just shuddering at the thought of Carlos Kane holding his girlfriend! JH: Sean has a bitter look on his face, that is a definite. Remy holds his face as he picks himself up and has no time to breathe as Proctor is immediately on him without delay. Proctor moves toward him again and this time he delivers a stiff chop block to the front of the left knee, causing Proctor to crumple to the ground. Remy leans back into the turnbuckle waiting for him to get up again, which he eventually does after shaking off the knee numbness. Remy charges forward as he gets up but Proctor ducks the clothesline attempt, bouncing of the ropes and hurling himself forward looking for a running DDT but Remy catches him and hoists him into position for a powerbomb. JH: Not a powerbomb by Remy? TM: Proctor’s a big guy but if Remy can get underneath... Remy pauses and appears hesitant over performing the move because of Proctor’s size, causing the fans to buzz in anticipation. Proctor though does not wait to find out though and he uses all his strength to back body drop Remy over and he drops into a cover! Referee Rony Clarke goes to the mat to begin counting as Proctor hooks the leg! [align=center]1! 2! SHOULDER UP![/align] JH: Near fall created by Proctor after powering upwards out of Remy’s powerbomb! TM: Remy thought about it, you don’t see Proctor powerbombed often for a reason! Proctor rolls out of the pin and tags in Sean James, who cracks his neck. Remy climbs to his feet to see Sean James jump over the ropes. The two circle each other wearily as the crowd look on to see desperate for some heavy action. Eventually Remy edges toward Orion and makes the tag to a very former World Champion. Orion steps between the ropes and glances at Remy with a frown on his face, Remy returns the look and taps his head in a show of cleverness. Orion turns to be met by hard chops across the chest from Sean James, who is not asking for explanations...after reeling from a few he manages to grab Sean James’s hand and he twirls him devastatingly down to the mat in a whipped spinning neckbreaker. Orion gets up and looks down at Sean James who is now holding his neck after the spinning neckbreaker. He grabs Sean James’s legs, quickly lifting them into the air before rolling Sean James onto his stomach in a boston crab! JH: This could be a very wise move on the part of Oldriod, keeping Sean James down on the mat. TM: Carlos Kane must be sat at home loving this. JH: But then again, Sean is only going to get more and more pissed off if Orion frustrates him like this! TM: It's a tough call ain't it! Sean James howls in pain, he begins edging along the mat to the ropes and has to fight the pain in his legs. Proctor tries to get into the ring to break the hold but the referee cuts him off at the ropes and things start to look bleak as it seems Sean James doesn’t have the physical strength to turn Orion over despite his efforts. Suddenly Remy comes into the ring after slapping his hands together and he begins dropping elbows across the back of Sean James’s head. The referee turns around from Proctor to see the two team-mates in the ring at the same time and he grabs Orion, ordering him out of the ring! Oldriod shakes his head at Remy and asks him what he’s doing but Remy continues working away at Sean James. TM: Remy used a classic slap of the hands to give the illusion they had tagged and the ref went for it! JH: Remy is eager to get in there and give Sean James a receipt for the attack last week! TM: The worst thing is, he's being strategic about it! I hate that! As Orion reluctantly steps back onto the apron, Remy is grabbed from behind and rolled up! The crowd look on in concern as Sean James uses all of his strength to keep Remy’s shoulders pinned down and the referee quickly drops to the mat. [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] Remy gets to his feet looking a little surprised, Sean James runs toward Remy and Remy has to react quickly, dodging his attack but he runs straight up to the turnbuckle, showing Sean James’ own agility he hoists himself up into the air. Remy is running in behind and gets trapped ready for a headscissor takedown into the turnbuckle but he tosses Sean James off his shoulders…but Sean James lands on the apron! Sean James then goes downstairs with a shoulder to Remy’s gut but this time Remy blocks it with a knee to the head! Sean James is dazed as Remy takes hold of him, suplexing him over the top rope and he slams Sean James down on the canvas. Remy waits on the mat for a moment before seemingly preparing to float over for the cover…BUT SEAN JAMES MOVES A LITTLE QUICKER AND FLOATS OVER HIMSELF TO MAKE AN UNLIKELY COVER!!!! [align=center]1! 2! 3…NO! ORION INTERRUPTED THE COUNT![/align] JH: Remy was in a state of shock after Sean James made the pin on him! Sean James rolls off Remy, a hand already clasped in the small of his back as Orion makes a ‘think about what you are doing gesture’ to his tag team partner for the night. JH: Remy not understanding what was happening to him, Sean James almost stole it right then! TM: Orion Oldriod saw that too, he got in there as quickly as he could! Sean James shakes off the blow and jumps into a tag with a waiting Proctor, while Remy still a little on Dream Street getting to his feet. Proctor runs toward the opposite ropes and Remy turns to see him charging at Remy with a back elbow smash. The two men collide and it’s Remy that comes off worse, the blow knocks him back down to the mat. Orion, getting increasingly concerned slams his fist on the turnbuckle as Proctor stalks his opponent in the centre of the ring to a big pop from the live crowd. They know what’s coming, and Remy picks himself up onto one knee. Proctor bursts forward looking to grab Remy’s head and hook it but Remy scrambles up to his feet, he simply decks Proctor with a hard forearm to knock him down. TM: Proctor was preparing for his finishing move, that Package Piledriver, but Remy this time recognised the danger and avoided it. JH: Remy is a street fighter, he's a battler. Remy’s eyes are wide as he drags his aching body toward his partner and he makes a welcome tag. Orion runs forward, knocking the recovering Proctor back down with a flipping dropkick, his back arching perfectly on execution. He grabs him by the neck/head pulling him back to his feet and shoots Proctor into the ropes with an irish whip. As Proctor rebounds Orion lifts him up preparing for the spinebuster but he holds Proctor there for just a fraction too long and Proctor hooks his neck falling backwards and planting Orion with a DDT in a great reversal of the spinebuster! JH: Oldriod going for a spinebuster, not something you see often from him but that was his choice of offence. TM: Proctor reversed it and now he’s crawling into a cover! Proctor hooks the leg; a little tired from the back and forth action. The referee prepares to count… [align=center]1! 2! SHOULDER UP![/align] Proctor slams his fists on the mat in frustration before making a quick tag to a fresh Sean James. Sean James comes in as Orion recovers and he goes to knock him back down straight away with a spinning heel kick but Orion catches the leg! He shifts Sean James’s weight, throwing him over in a dragon screw to the mat! He then works away at the legs before dropping to the mat in what looks like a reverse figure four leg lock… JH: Is this the Christian DDT???? TM: It looks like it! Oldriod stands up slowly and pulls Sean James with him, managing to keep Sean James’s legs tied around his as he stands. Orion has Sean James hooked up in the British figure four DDT ready to hit it…FROM BEHIND THE PREDATOR ATTACKS OLDRIOD WITH A BIG BOOT TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!!! JH: Boot from Proctor and Orion is down! Remy comes into the ring to toss Proctor through the ropes to the outside after nailing him with a punch. The official then leans through the same ropes to instruct Proctor back onto the apron as Remy knocks Sean James down with an identical running big boot to the one just hit on Orion by Proctor. He lifts Orion to his feet and sets him down in the Oldriod/Remy corner to the frustration of Oldriod. Orion turns to Remy and asks him what he wants from him, Remy then sticks his hand out for the tag and Orion shrugs before obliging. JH: Not exactly getting along now and just after it looked like they could team together well! Orion exits onto the apron but he doesn't stop there as he drops all the way to the floor. He then starts walking away from the ring, much to the displeasure of the fans. They've already seen one impromptu handicap match tonight thanks to Orion! In the ring Remy Barteaux knocks Sean James down with a leg lariat! He then looks on as Orion disappears beside the ramp to the back. JH: He just walked out on his partner! TM: I knew they didn’t care for each other! The Fighting Spirit Champion puts the boots in on Sean, stomping away until Rick Proctor enters the ring. He grabs Remy’s shoulder and spins him around! Proctor goes for a low kick but Remy manages to knock his boot away. He then explodes in the face of The Predator with chops to his face! Tony Clarke is trying to get Proctor out of there and Sean uses the distraction…LOW BLOW!!!! JH: A low shot from Sean James and now look at this pack of ruthless dogs! TM: Here comes the double team! Remy is down, he is being kicked and stomped on by both Sean and Proctor. Rick drags Remy into a corner, where he picks him up and twist him around into a tree of woe. They unload on Barteaux with more punishing shots, using feet, hands and elbows! Referee TC is powerless to stop them, he gets pushed away by Proctor as Sean slams a hard knee deep into the mid-section of the FSC. JH: This is a gang assault! Nothing more! TM: They’ve thrown the rulebook out of the window! Sean corners Tony Clarke as Rick Proctor continues the assault with heavy kicks to the gut. The predator then steps through the ropes and drops to the floor. He snatches the Fighting Spirit Championship belt and slides back into the ring! JH: Tell me he’s not going to use that on Remy? TM: Looks that way. Sean still has referee Clarke pinned in the corner as Proctor advances towards Remy…HE GETS DRAGGED OUT OF THE RING BY CARL!!!! TM: What’s he doing sticking his nose in where it doesn’t belong?! The two big black powerhouses go at it outside the ring, exchanging punches! Sean heads towards Remy, still trapped in the tree of woe. Tony Clarke looks down at Carl and Proctor going at it, he raises an arm to call for the bell for a DQ…before shaking his head and dropping his arm! JH: Tony Clarke letting this one go! All right! Sean exits the ring and walks around to the corner where Remy is struggling to free himself. The Black Knight begins untying his wrist-tape, he then leans into the ring under the bottom rope AND HE STARTS CHOKING REMY OUT WITH IT!!!! JH: Now he’s choking Remy with that tape! TM: He is seeing Carlos Kane in Remy Barteaux! SEAN WRENCHES BACK ON REMY’S NECK, THE LIFE QUICKLY FADING OUT OF REMY AS CARL LUCAS AND RICK PROCTOR ARE STILL SLUGGING EACH OTHER!!!! REMY’S FACE IS GOING A BRIGHT SHADE OF RED AND HIS ARMS STOP STRUGGLING… JH: REMY’S FADING!!!! TONY CLARKE IS NOW ON THE OUTSIDE TRYING TO PULL SEAN OFF REMY BUT TO NO AVAIL!!!! TC HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO CALL FOR THE BELL!!!! SEAN JAMES HAS GOT HIMSELF DISQUALIFIED!!!! TM: Not a DQ! NO! JH: Clarke making the only call he could make! STILL SEAN HOLDS ONTO THE CHOKE AND FINALLY CARL LUCAS MANAGES TO SLAM PROCTOR’S HEAD INTO THE ANNOUNCE DESK!!!! CARL COMES STORMING AROUND THE RING AND YANKS SEAN OFF REMY!!!! JH: Carl Lucas saving Remy! TM: I bet Stefan won’t be happy after this! JH: Oh come on Thomas, he was double teamed! HE SHOVES SEAN BACK AND SEAN IS RESTRAINED BY HIS OWN BODYGUARD BEFORE HE CAN GET INTO ANYMORE PHYSICALITY!!!! MA: Here are your winners, by disqualification…REMY BARTEAUX AND ORION OLDRIOD!!!! SEAN IS IRATE AFTER HEARING THE DECISION, HE WANTS TO GET AT MICHAEL ANDERSON AND THEN CLARKE BUT PROCTOR HOLDS HIM BACK!!!! TM: Look what The Hype has done to Sean! JH: He has lost it for sure! Proctor escorts Sean James to the backstage area as Carl Lucas scoops Remy off the canvas up onto his shoulder. Remy lifts one arm into the air to signal the win and is handed his FSC belt by Tony Clarke. Carl then holds Remy upright beside him as Barteaux watches the combination of Proctor and James exit. JH: I’m afraid that’s all we have time for folks. TM: We’ll see you next week! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: Sudden Death Triple Threat Bill Kuriyama def. Tamasaburo Sada & Max Corona by pinning Sada Handicap Match Kennedy & Nadia Kassle def. Torrence Coleman via pinfall Tag Team Match Orion Oldriod & Remy Barteaux def. Sean James & Rick Proctor when Sean James got himself disqualified by choking Remy |
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