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| Tuesday Night Throwdown; October 4, 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: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to yet another edition of Tuesday Night Throwdown! I am Jonathan Hitchen along with my broadcast partner Thomas Moore! We are coming to you live from the United Center in Chicago Illinois with, as always, tons of action to come! TM: That’s right Hitchen, Kennedy’s here! And she’s gonna be with Nadia! Not only that but she’s gonna beat the crap out of Dante Coles! I can’t wait for that, it’s gonna be great! JH: The bad blood has been boiling ever since that shocking night three weeks ago when Kennedy revealed her alignment with Nadia Kassle. And on top of that, last week they assaulted the returning Kailey Lane. TM: What Dante was trying to do last week to Kennedy and Nadia, THAT was an assault! But he’ll get what’s coming to him! That tag team match at Relentless is gonna be awesome, Hitchen! JH: Indeed it will be Thomas. Kailey Lane teaming up with Dante Coles to take on their former friend Kennedy and Nadia Kassle! We’ll have to wait and see what happens with that until October 16th. This week however we won’t have to wait to see what happens when Dual Crown Champion Chris Maclay goes up against “The Oracle” Orion Oldriod. TM: That main event is gonna be huge Hitchen! I can already tell you what’s gonna happen too. The champ is gonna walk away with the victory tonight. There’s no way the Dual Crown Champion can lose to ANYBODY from SLAM! let alone Orion Oldriod. JH: Well, we’ll find that out tonight. On top of that we’re going to see Carl Lucas in his TNT in-ring debut take on the bodyguard of Sean James, Rick Proctor! And Remy Barteaux and Sean James will both be at ringside during that match-up. With emotions running high after the disappearance of April Lynn at the hands of Carlos Kane, you have to wonder if Sean James will have any involvement either against Carl Lucas or Remy Barteaux himself tonight. TM: All I know is Kane better not lay a finger on April Lynn! JH: He said himself he’d return her safely if Sean James accepted his challenge. TM: And you believe him? How the hell can you believe anything that man says? JH: Well, regardless you do have to wonder if Sean James will in fact accept that challenge against Carlos Kane. In any event, kicking all the action off is going to be Max Corona taking on Tamasaburo Sada! After the post-match attack on Sada by Max, it’ll be interesting to see if Sada can gain a measure of revenge against “Mr. TNT”. TM: Of course not, Hitchen. The Ego can’t be beaten, you know that! JH: Well, we will find out in just moments. Let’s send it off to Michael Anderson in the ring to kick us off. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the opening contest of the night is scheduled for ONE FAAAALLLL!! Introducing first… 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. 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: From Portland Oregon, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds…”MR. TNT” MAX COOOOOORRRRRRROOOOOOOOONNNNNAAAAA!!! TM: The Ego is here, Hitchen! And he’s gonna show Sada how it’s done just like he did last week! JH: Uh…yeah. MA: And his opponent… Slowly, "Cure for the itch" starts off at the designated spot as fans go to a mixed reaction to the entering superstar from the orient. Knowing business comes before pleasure, Tamasaburo forgets about doing anything flashy for the crowd and just makes his way to the ring. Once at the ring, Tamasaburo slides in and gets up quickly to his feet where he double checks his wrist tape and does a short warmup both physically and mentally for his match. MA: …hailing from Tokyo, Japan and weighing in at two hundred and forty-seven pounds…TAMASABURO SAAAAAAAAADDDDDDAAAAAAAAAA!!! JH: As was said earlier, Sada is looking to gain some revenge over the attack last week at the hands of Max Corona following their triple threat match also involving Bill Kuriyama. TM: Yeah, but too bad for him he’s not gonna get it, not against Max he isn’t. JH: Well, we’ll have to see about that as the match is about to get underway. Michaela Menendez makes her way over to each participant and checks them for weapons and after finding none on either person, signals for the bell. DING DING At the sound of the bell, both competitors immediately lunge toward each other. They lock up in the center of the ring with the collar and elbow tie-up. Both men struggle to take the other off balance because of their similar size and strength. After a few moments of struggling against each other, Max plants his feet and gains a bit of leverage, which he uses to push Sada toward the corner. As Sada is backed up into the corner, both are still locked up forcing Michaela Menendez to start the count to break the lock. Michaela barely gets to one before Max breaks the lock and unleashes a flurry of knife-edge chops to the chest of Sada. After a few chops, Max switches his mode of attack alternating between chops to the chest and stiff punches to the face of Sada. After a few seconds Michaela forces Max to take Sada out of the corner. Max does just that as he grabs Sada by the arm and moves toward the same corner, still holding onto the arm of Sada. He releases it with one hand so he can keep his balance as he climbs the turnbuckle all the way to the top. Max attempts to walk the rope possibly to go for Something Wicked this Way Comes but Sada yanks his arm knocking Max off balance and forcing him to release his grip on Sada’s arm as he comes crashing down to the mat with a loud thud! Sada makes his way over to Max and picks him up and stands him up and plants a hard kick to the gut before nailing him with a combination of kicks to the legs and abdomen of Max. The kicks weaken Max slightly forcing him to one knee. Sada takes the advantage and smacks Max square in the face with a hard spin kick causing Max to slump down on the mat! JH: And a huge spin kick by Sada taking Max down! TM: Come on Max! Kick his ass! Sada makes his way over to Max and makes the first cover of the match. Michaela goes for the count… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NOOO!! MAX KICKED OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!![/align] JH: It’s still too early in the match for either man to gain a pinfall. Sada climbs to his feet and yanks Max up and sends him to the corner, he follows him in and he rocks him with a hard clothesline in the corner!. Sada takes a step back AND HE RUNS AT MAX AND NAILS HIM RIGHT THE FACE WITH A SPINNING ELBOW! Max crumbles to the floor still in the corner and Sada backs up away from him for a quick moment. Sada drags Max up and scoop slams him down onto the mat and makes his way to the corner. He hops up to the top rope AND COMES DOWN ON MAX WITH A GUILLOTINE LEG DROP ACROSS THE CHEST AND NECK! Sada floats over and attempts a second cover on Max as Michaela Menendez goes down for the count… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! AND MAX KICKS OUT AGAIN!![/align] JH: Max refuses to give up and let himself be pinned by Sada. TM: You’re damn right he doesn’t! There’s no way for Sada to win this one! JH: It seems Max is trying to prove exactly that. TM: He’s doing a great job of it now isn’t he? JH: What are you talking about? He’s getting beaten! TM: It just seems that way. Max’ll come back, just watch. Sada shuffles to his feet and drags Max up yet again this time laying in a few right hands to Max’s skull. He whips Max into the corner sternum first, the force of which causes Max to reel backward. Sada quickly runs in front of Max and attempts to nail Max with another kick…but Max blocked it and he nails a stiff shot to the gut of Tamasaburo! Max grabs Sada in a standing head scissor AND POWERBOMBS SADA INTO THE MAT WITH A TON OF FORCE AND SADA IS LAID OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! JH: And there’s a huge powerbomb by Max Corona! TM: This is just the beginning, Hitchen. Max is just getting warmed up here. Max goes down and hooks Sada’s leg and goes for the cover. [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! SADA LIFTS HIS SHOULDER JUST BEFORE THE THREE COUNT!![/align] JH: Still not enough to take Sada down. TM: That’s just cause Sada doesn’t know when to quit. He should be done with already but for some reason he’s still fighting the inevitable. Max gets to his feet and brings Sada up with him nailing a few right hands to the face to keep him from regaining control of the match. He grabs Sada by the arm and backs into the corner. JH: Max tried this earlier but wasn’t able to get it. Let’s see if he gets it now. TM: Of course he will Hitchen! There’s no doubt he will. Max holds on to Sada’s arm with one of his and uses his free arm to climb to the top rope. He stands on the turnbuckle for a moment before walking the top rope to the middle of it AND JUMPING ONTO SADA’S SHOULDERS AND HITTING A HURRICANRANA TAKING SADA DOWN TO THE MAT! JH: Something Wicked This Way Comes! TM: Damn right, and unfortunately for him, that something is a loss for Sada. JH: What is it with you and this lame commentary? TM: Screw you, Hitchen! Both men are down on the mat for a lengthy period of time, which causes Michaela to start her KO count. ONE!! TWO!! Max slowly stirs. THREE!! Sada starts to stir as well. FOUR!! FIVE!! SIX!! Max is up to a knee and Sada is using the ropes to pick himself up from the mat. SEVEN!! EIGHT!! NINE!! And both men are now on their feet and headed toward each other. Max lands a kick to the midsection of Sada keeping the match under his control. He grabs Sada around the head and tosses his arm over his head. He grabs Sada from the waist and swings back AND HITS A VERTICAL SUPLEX ON SADA…NO…SADA MANAGED TO SHIFT HIS WEIGHT AND LANDED ON HIS FEET BEHIND MAX. Sada rolls Max up and goes for the cover on Max and Michaela goes down to count… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! JH: That’s it this match is over! TM: No it isn’t, Max kicked out! Indeed, Max was barely able to get his shoulder up off the mat before Michaela’s hand came down for the three count. The fans are blowing the roof off of the arena after the acrobatic insanity they’ve witnessed thus far. Both men are now face up on the mat and Michaela checks on them but doesn’t go for the KO count again as both competitors begin to stir. After a moment they both make it to their feet and attempt to gain control of the match. Both men unleash a round of right hands back and forth but Sada is able to take control after weakening Max throughout the match. He continues with the attack of right hands slowly pushing Max to the ropes. He launches him off the ropes and as Max rebounds back he nails him with a spinning leg lariat sending him crashing down on the mat. Sada picks Max up off the mat and shoots him into the corner. Max rebounds and Sada catches Max with a stiff kick to the midsection doubling him over. Sada goes off the ropes at Max’s side AND HE REBOUNDS OFF AND NAILS MAX RIGHT ACROSS THE BACK OF THE NECK WITH A STIFF SCISSORS KICK…NO…MAX DODGED IT! He turns and smacks a huge right across Sada’s face staggering the Tokyo native. He grabs Sada and drops him back down with a scoop slam! Max picks Sada up by the head and locks in a standing front face-lock. He nails a few knees to the ribs and head of Sada before hoisting him up over his head in a vertical suplex position. He keeps him in the air for a few seconds THEN SPINS AND BRINGS SADA DOWN IN A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER RAMMING HIS HEAD INTO THE MAT! TM: Maximum Overdriver! That’s it! Max has this match won! Max goes for the cover… [align=center]ONE!! TWO!! THREE!![/align] THAT’S IT! MAX HAS WON THE MATCH!![/align] JH: It’s over! Max managed to pull the victory from within Sada’s graps! TM: You thought he wouldn’t? I told you, Hitchen. There’s no way Max could have lost this match. MA: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of the match in a time of fifteen minutes and thirty two seconds…MAX COOOROOOOOONAAAAAAA!!! “(I Hate) Everything About You” by Three Days Grace blasts on the speakers as Max shuffles to his feet and Michaela raises his arm in victory as he leans on the ropes. Max keeps his arm raised for a moment and the fans blow the roof of with boos directed at him. He makes his way over to the ropes, steps between the middle and top rope onto the walkway outside and makes his way to the backstage area with his arms raised in the air as Michaela helps Sada get to his feet in the ring. Max disappears behind the curtain and the music fades. After taking a moment to collect himself, Sada steps out of the ring onto the walkway and he too makes his way to the backstage area. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] ‘Protect and Serve’ hits the PA system, the stage lights dim and strobe lights begin to flash throughout the arena. [align=center]Hate, hate building up for hours That's their side, this one's ours Blood and fists vs. total power They didn't run, not fuckin' cowards[/align] Smoke fills the stage up, as the strobe lights continue to flash throughout the arena. Rick Proctor emerges on the stage, in the smoke with his head lowered and his arms down beside his side. Sean James emerges behind him and the two walk slowly through the smoke, Rick’s leather jacket swirls amongst the smoke as he heads down the walkway to the ring. JH: Rick Proctor set to go one on one, with Carl Lucas. I’m not sure who to feel sorry for here, Carl, an untrained non-wrestler taking on a pro wrestling beast, or Rick, having to step up that giant redwood of a man. TM: Oh please, Rick’s gonna cut him down. [align=center]Riot in NYC, how did this begin? Riot in NYC, riot all the punks & skins! Fight back, fight back we can't sit and watch Innocent people, our friends get beat up by the cops:[/align] Rick continues walking along the walkway at a slow pace, his eyes focused on the ring and ignoring the fans. He stops as he reaches the ring; Proctor swiftly removes his leather jacket and passes it to Sean. Rick then jumps up onto the apron and pyro shoots up from the four corners in Brock Lesnar style. ‘The Predator’ steps through the top & middle ropes, then proceeds to the middle of the ring. He slowly looks around the audience and raises his arms into the air as the music fades, the Black Knight taking up station at ringside. JH: Sean James at ringside, and with Remy staring across at him it’s gonna make for an interesting match. MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by SEAN JAMES, from Harlem, New York, weighing in at 280lbs, THE PREDATOOOOOOOOR, RIIIIIIIICK PROCTOOOOOOOOOOR!!! Drop a beat, Jay-Z and Linkin Park’s “JiggaWhat?/Faint” to be exact, drop the houselights and signal the strobes. They sporadically search the arena before returning to the entranceway and picking out the formidable silhouette of the silent giant, Carl Lucas. His face etched in stone, his eyes locked on the ring, his focus unwavering, despite the smaller Cajun stepping out from his shadow. JH: Here’s the big fella, in his in ring debut. TM: Yeah, and his in ring…out…dut…whad’ya call the last of something? JH: *sigh* Remy Barteaux eyes the crowd with his usually cocky charm as Carl sets out toward the ring, a one track mind carrying him toward his destination with little distraction as Remy bounds along behind him, his focus on all on Sean James. JH: Remy and Sean locking eyes. These two aren’t gonna behave at ringside. TM: No shit Sherlock. As they reach the squared circle, Barteaux hops off the walkway and takes his position at ringside, ready to watch the big man do his thing as Carl steps over the ropes and into the ring. He walks to the far ropes, grabbing the top cable in both hands and leaning back as if to test it’s strength, before turning back to face the entrance, cracking his neck from side to side and awaiting the start of the match. MA: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by the Fighting Spirit Champion REMY BARTEAUX, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 338lbs, CAAAAAAARL LUUUUUUCAAAAAS!!! JH: Rick Proctor giving away 58lbs and about 6 inches here. That could make the difference. TM: Bigger they are… Both behemoths glare out at each other from their respective corners as Logan checks their readiness. He gets nothing but a nod from each as they glare through him and into each other. He calls for the bell… DING, DING! …and both men step slowly toward the centre of the ring. Rick starts the trash talking, mouthing off at the silent giant who remains just that, staring down at the smaller, yet still pretty huge, Proctor with that stoic expression. Rick throws a right hand that glances off Carl’s jaw, yanking his head to the side but failing to move the mountain. Carl turns back and re-focuses his stare. TM: Great, he’s gone Goldberg on us. SELL IT! JH: Sell it? I don’t think he even felt it. CRACK! Another right hand ricocheted off Carl’s jaw but suffers the same reaction. Rick’s getting pretty pissed, as is Sean James who shouts for him to “Hit the fucker!”, as Remy watches on with a smug smile on his face. TM: Rick’s just getting warmed up, you’ll see, he’ll have Carl on his ass in a minute. JH: Oh yeah, another couple of hours of this and Carl may have a bruise. TM: Sarcasm is the sanctuary of the git, ya know. Rick calms himself, mutters a little something and moves to turn away, only to swing back round with a HUGE right fist that clatters into Carl’s jawbone and staggers the big man across the ring! TM: HA! Told ya! JH: Impressive. He got his whole weight behind that one. Keen to press the advantage, Proctor is quick to barrel after the Cajun and continue his battery. He lays right hand after right hand into Carl’s jaw, his temple, his forehead, anything he an make solid contact with as he pushes the big man backwards and into the ropes. Once there, he pushes him in and whips him out across the ring. 338lbs of solid muscle stretches the far ropes to their very limits before launching Carl back toward his aggressor, and straight into a running Shoulder Charge that spins the big man but fails to fell him. TM: This sucker wobbles but he won’t fall down. Rick is undeterred, hitting the side ropes and launching another shoulder attack into the chest of Carl, but still only managing to stagger him. He hits the ropes again, this time throwing out an arm and cracking it off his chest with a big clothesline! But still Carl stands, albeit groggily. JH: Rick’s gonna have to pull something out of the hat here. Rick takes a few steps back, frustration setting in as Sean slams his palms on the apron and urges his bodyguard on. The Predator hits the ropes behind him and barrels back in…to a clothesline from Carl! NO! Rick ducks it and bounces off the opposite ropes, sliding back in with a dropkick to the back of Carl’s knee! TM: He’s down! JH: To a knee at least. Carl’s hands wrap around his knee joint as he drops down a peg, but Rick stays on him, once again launching himself off the ropes and cracking his own knee off the side of Carl’s temple! He wavers to the side…and falls to the mat! TM: YEAH! JH: Match isn’t over yet. So he got him down, now he has to keep him there. Rick goes straight to work laying the boots into Carl’s knee before taking him by the foot and elevating the whole limb. He moves around it, and drops his leg across the knee, pinning it to the canvas and yanking it back in an ungodly direction that forces a grimace of pain onto Carl’s face. TM: Yeah, rip out that leg. JH: It’s a good plan, take out the big man’s legs and he’s cut down to your level. Logan is in the face of Carl as Proctor calmly torques that leg, a cocky smile on his face as he senses victory. But Carl is far from giving up, so much so that he reaches out and grabs the refs lapels, before shoving him half way across the ring! JH: Guess he wanted him out of his face. TM: HEY! Disqualification! Logan decides not to end the match there and then, but does keep his distance as he asks Carl if he wants to give. He shakes his head, letting out a cry of pain as Rick pulls back harder. Lucas reaches back for the ropes, but despite his size they’re just out of reach, so he kicks out with his free leg…and boots Rick in the face! Proctor’s grip loosens, so he cracks him again, and again, and again until The Predator finally relents and rolls away from the flailing menace. Remy shouts at Carl to get to the ropes and the behemoth complies, rolling to the apron and grasping the bottom cable for dear life. JH: That was close, dunno how much of a threat he’s gonna be now with only one good leg. Proctor had that lock on for a good long while. TM: He’s done for, look at him. He can barely stand. Logan prevents Rick from attacking while Carl is in the ropes, using them in fact to regain his verticality. The ref checks Carl, making sure he’s good to continue the match, which he appears to be. Good thing too since Proctor’s bored of waiting. He pushes Logan out of the way and moves back in, his eyes focused on that injured wheel…which is probably why he missed the giant hand that shot out and wrapped itself around his throat! TM: Arh! He’s choking him! Proctor grasps at Carl’s fingers in a vain attempt to pry them off his neck as the big man limps away from the ropes. He moves to the centre of the ring, an lifts The Predator off the canvas with just the one hand! JH: Yeash, that’s some crazy strength right there. TM: He’s fucking hanging him! Proctor can’t rip the fingers apart and so swings the point of his boot into that gimpy knee. The pain causes Carl to flinch, so he kicks it again, and again, and again until Carl starts to waver. He’s about to drop, and so tosses Rick across the ring! He crumples into a corner, all folded up between the canvas and turnbuckle as Carl drops down to one knee in pain. JH: That knees just a target now. Carl once again rubs his knee in pain as Proctor slowly untangles himself and turns right side up. He shakes the cobwebs from his noggin as Sean shouts commands from ringside to “Get back on him!”, and they seem to at least get through as Rick uses the ropes to heave himself back up. Carl sees this and rises to his own two feet, before charging in and squashing Proctor into the -- NO! Proctor ducks out of the way and Carl’s the one that finds himself backed into the corner. Rick wastes no time unloading on him with a flurry of rights and lefts to his jaw, to his gut, back to his jaw before finishing up with a European Uppercut that cracks off Carl’s jawbone and sends him into groggy-ville. Rick grabs the tope ropes and uses them as leverage as he drives his knee deep into Carl’s gut! And again, and again, and again and aga -- NO! Carl manages to come to his senses and push Rick off him, sending him halfway across the ring! JH: Rick’s been tenacious so far, but that raw power of Carl has a habit of stopping a man in his tracks. TM: Oh yeah? Well it’s no match for the smarts of a seasoned wrestler. Carl catches his breath back after those winding knees, shakes some life back into his injured leg and waits for Rick to get back to his feet and face him…before barrelling into him with a HUGE… JH: LARIOOOOOOOOOTOOOOHHHHH!!! Holy crap! He turned Proctor inside out! TM: Sweet Zombie Jesus! Rick clatters to the canvas and Carl carries on to the ropes, grabbing the top cable as he comes to a stop and tries to shake some feeling back into his leg. JH: That leg’s slowing him down, he needs to keep on Proctor and hold the advantage. Proctor rolls onto his back, his hands clasping at his throat where it met with Carl’s tree trunk of an arm. Both men take a few moments to gather their bearings before continuing on. TM: Carl may be built like a brick shit house, but Rick just needs one good submission on that leg and it’s all over. Rick rolls to his front and begins to push himself up, only to be sent crashing back into the canvas by a big forearm from Carl! He uses his good leg to lay a few stomps into Proctor’s spine before reaching down and hauling him up by the head. He takes his wrist and whips him across the ring, raising his foot as he returns and damn near decapitating him with a BIG boot! JH: Bloody hell. Simple but damn effective. TM: Yeah, if only the dumb shmuck hadn’t of used his bad wheel to deliver that boot. Idiot. Carl drops to the canvas himself after driving his back leg into Procter’s face. He clutches at the knee as he hears Remy shouting from the outside to make the pin. He does so, and Logan slides into position… [align=center]One! Two -- Kickout![/align] Proctor pushes his shoulder off the canvas and Carl rolls to the side, sitting up and rubbing that knee as he glances over at his opponent. Sean slams the apron with his fists as Lucas pulls himself up, dragging Proctor with him…and taking a glancing blow off the cheek as he does so! Carl staggers back and gets rocked by another right, then finds himself whipped across the ring. He rebounds of course and comes flying back into Proctor’s grasp! JH: SPINEBUSTAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! TM: Arn Anderson style! 330 something pounds lifted into the air and deposited on the canvas with awesome force! JH: That’s a feat of strength right there. Gotta give it up to him for that. Proctor takes a moment to catch his breath after lifting such a heavy load, then gets straight back to work. He hits the ropes to gain momentum before leaping into the air and tucking his legs behind his back, driving the points of both his knees into Carl’s gut! A collective “Oooooh” resounds around the arena as everyone in the building feels the air get sucked out of the silent giant. Rick then grabs that injured leg and begins to very slowly drag him toward the centre of the ring. Once there, he flips him over, tangles his leg with Carl’s and looks out to the booing crowd, before dropping backwards and snapping that leg the wrong way! TM: HA! Indian Deathlock! He’s gotta tap out now. JH: He really is The Predator tonight, picking apart his prey bit by bit. Rick clambers back to his feet and drops backwards once more, Carl’s cries of pain serving only to egg him on. Logan is in Carl’s face, not too close mind you, he remembers last time, but the big man refuses to tap, so Rick takes to verticality once more and leans back, hooking up his face and pulling that leg as hard as possible. JH: There’s the bridge. TM: Just a matter of time now. Carl is screaming in agony, yet still refusing to quit as Remy cheers him on from ringside, begging him to get to those damned ropes. He reaches out a massive black arm but the bottom cable is just inches out of reach. TM: Stuck in the middle of the ring, no where to go, might as well tap. Nobody’ll think any less of you, ‘cept for me. JH: Yeah, and his opinion doesn’t count. TM: Exactly -- HEY! Carl reaches out with both hands, digging his fingers into the canvas and actually begins to drag himself and Rick closer to the ropes. JH: Go man, go! He drags with all his might, that pesky ref still all up in his grill asking the stupid questions. Carl reaches out, he can just about…NO! Sean James has the bottom rope and is stretching it away from Carl! JH: Oh what? Come on! TM: If the ref don’t see it… JH: I know, I know. Turn round ya stupid ref! TM: Insulting the officials isn’t going to help. Carl is desperately trying to reach those ropes but the Black Knight is keeping them well out of arms reach, until till the Ragin’ Cajun takes issue with it. Remy darts in with a forearm that knocks James back and relinquishes his hold on the ropes. He fires a right into Sean’s jaw, and another, and another! JH: Remy’s getting payback, both Carl and himself. TM: Somebody get him off of the Knight! Sean blocks another fist and fires back with one of his own, backing Remy up and whipping him straight into the steel steps -- NO! Remy leaps onto them and spins off with a Roundhouse that cracks off Sean’s temple! Logan spins around to see the Cajun hoisting the Knight up and smacking his head off the apron. He leans out of the ropes and commands Remy to behave himself, but all he gets is a one finger salute and an earful of French curses. Logan steps one leg through the ropes and yells at both men to get back their respective corners. JH: Let them go at it. TM: Are you kidding, we need some security down here. Proctor finally releases his hold on Carl and gets to his knees. He peers out of the ring just in time to see Sean fighting back with a knee to Remy’s gut and a clubbing arm across his back. He hauls the Cajun up and smacks his forehead off the barrier as Logan continues to protest. Rick get a devious glint in his eye as he takes to his feet and bails out of the other side of the ring. JH: Hey! Hey where’s he going, Logan needs to stop concerning himself with what’s going on out there and turn the hell around. Rick pushes little Timmy Timekeeper aside and scoops up his chair. He slides back into the ring as Carl rolls onto his back…and cracks the chair down on his already injured knee! JH: God no! He’s gonna do some serious, lasting damage. TM: I think that’s the point. He raises the chair and brings it down again, evoking cries of pain from the big man as Proctor proceeds to wail on that joint. JH: This is disgusting. Rick tosses the chair out of the ring and takes Carl’s leg, dragging him back into the centre of the ring as Sean watches on with an evil smile. He points Logan back in the direction of the action as Proctor ties his own legs up with Carl’s. TM: FIGURE FOUR! JH: This is a damn shame! Sean watches on happily, before getting floored by a rising Remy! He drops down and fires a few clenched fists into James’ face before hauling him up to his feet and burying a knee into his gut, then another to his face! He thread’s the Knight’s hand through his own legs and wraps an arm around his neck, heaving him into position as Proctor yanks back on Carl’s already damaged leg! Remy lifts, flips and SLAMS Sean into the (un)protective mats as Carl’s hand beats upon the canvas! JH: CAJUN DRAWL TO SEAN JAMES!!! TM: CARL TAPPED OUT TO THE FIGURE FOUR!!! The bell rings and “Protect and Serve” blasts through the speakers as Rick Proctor takes to his feet, throwing his arms up in victory. TM: He did it, he felled the giant! JH: Of course he felled the giant, he used a bloody chair! He systematically took apart his knee, then hit it with a lump of bloody steel. TM: I know, isn’t he great? Remy looks around at the sound of the music and sees his friend rolling around on the mat in obvious pain as Rick celebrates. The Cajun jumps up onto the apron and shares a few unkind words with the Predator, only to find himself on the wrong end of a Shoulder Block that sends him careering back into the barricades! Rick drops down to ringside and helps the Knight to his feet, guiding him past the Cajun wreckage and towards the walkway. JH: Despicable. TM: What a victory for Rick! JH: You only see what you want to, don’t you? TM: Yep. In my world, your mom’s actually hot. JH: *sigh* Remy pulls himself back into the ring and checks on his friend as EMTs flood down from wherever they keep them during matches. They help Carl to his feet and the two Cajuns find themselves staring out the Knights as they back their way up the walkway. JH: I ain’t heard no fat lady singing, so this one ain’t over. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] [align=center]The smashing chords of 'Line In The Sand' hammer over the PA, being welcomed by a chorus of boos. The lights turn to a dark red, almost a maroon. The chorus begins and walking from behind the curtain is 'The Monster Of TNT' Jim O'Brien.[/align] TM: JONATHAN! LOOK! AHHHHH! JIM! HERE! TONIGHT! JH: I heard you the first time, sheesh. [align=center]EVOLUTION IS A MYSTERY FULL OF CHANGE THAT NO ONE SEES CLOCK MAKES A FOOL OF HISTORY O'Brien gives a cold, deathly stare towards the crowd. Behind him sprouts a waterfall of red and gold pyrotechnics. After the pyrotechnics come to an end, it signals the big man to begin his descent to the ring. The Ultimate Endurance Championship slung over his shoulder, he limps his way down to the ring. He holds a cane in his hand to help him walk. O'Brien reaches his destination, stepping through the ropes quite gingerly. TIME TO FIND OUT WHO I AM[/align] He hobbles his way to the middle of the ring. 'Line In The Sand' begins to cut out & Jim pulls a microphone from his pocket. He stares out into the crowd as he brings it to his lips. O'Brien: Hi. Surprisingly, there's a positive pop Jim receives. He still gets some boos & jeers, but they're greatly outnumbered by positive poppage this week. O'Brien: September 20th, Orion Oldriod took a Led Pipe to my right knee. And I ain't gonna lie to you… It wasn't very pleasant. Because of it I had to sit out the last two TNT's. I've had to sit at home with a bunch of specialists poking & prodding my leg. And that's not very pleasant either. And also what is not pleasant is being told by a bunch of doctors & specialists is that I won't be able to compete at Relentless. Boo, hiss. Those bad doctors. Not letting Jim compete. O'Brien: Now, of course the natural thing to do would be to tell the doctors that I'm competing regardless. But… Ugh, always a "but…" O'Brien: I guess I consider myself kinda lucky. I've been beaten & banged up since day one. But I've never had any serious injuries that wouldn't allow me to wrestle. I've had to get my elbow & shoulder scoped a couple times, but I never missed a lot of ring time. A month at the most maybe. And now with my knee in the shape that it's in… I dunno. My knees were never that great anyway. Hell, I'm a wrestler. All wrestlers have lousy knees. You find me a wrestler with good knees & I'll show you a fraud. But yeah, they weren't that great. They'd pay the bills I guess. But now… my right one's been shot to shit thanks to Orion Oldriod. Boo, hiss. We don't like that guy. O'Brien: *lowering his head to the mat, his face growing solemn* And for the first time in a long time, a very long time… TNT's Monster is… is scared. Scared of being stripped of this belt I've fought so hard for. Scared of the damage done to my knee. Scared for the longevity, or lack thereof, of my career. Usually I'm the one giving people the willies, but now I'm the one that's nervous. So… I guess I have to say… Jim looks up to the crowd& takes a deep breath. O'Brien: FUCK THAT! Yay! Jim used a curse word that would like be bleeped out! O'Brien: *his vocal tone raised, his facial features becoming more animated* Am I nervous, even scared about my knee going into the match? Yes I am. But I will not - repeat - WILL NOT be stripped of my Ultimate Endurance Championship! And I am not going to allow Orion Oldriod the sick pleasure of having "taken me out." Because you haven't taken me out, Orion. If at all, you've done the opposite. And at Relentless… Oh hoho, at Relentless you're gonna see first hand what happens when you put my back to the wall. Simply put, at Relentless, I'm going to fuckin' bludgeon you within an inch of your life & put an end to your cries for respect & put an end to your little rampage with your Led Pipe & Louisville Slugger. I don't need to play with toys to hurt somebody, Orion. And with my own hands I'm gonna do just that. The crowd actually erupts in support for Jim this time around as 'Line In The Sand' hammers it's way back onto the PA. Jim stands in the ring coldly staring out into the crowd as we fade out. [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] |
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| Lita Maivia | Oct 4 2005, 10:51 PM Post #2 |
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The house lights cut out, images on the TNTtron flickering as broken guitar chords screech over the static-filled speakers. Soon after, the hard-hitting beats of Evanescence's "Lies" blares through the speakers. Amy Lee's voice carries over the speakers as Kennedy makes her way out onto the stage, accompanied by Nadia Kassle. The crowd respond with a mixed reaction for the former crowd favorite and the woman they love to hate in Nadia. Kennedy shrugs them off, taking the dislike in stride as she and Nadia set off for the ring. MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Being accompanied by Nadia Kassle, she hails from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNEEEEDDDYYYYY!!! JH: Accompanied by Nadia, what a shock. We knew to expect that. TM: We expected it because the card said it. Duh! Climbing in under the middle rope, Kennedy enters the ring before shooting a look back at the drunks that dare whistle at her entrance. Nadia decides to take it a step further, insulting the gentleman at ringside about how they don't stand a chance. Once the berating is to her satisfaction, she faces her back towards the ring, grabbing the top rope on either side before flipping backwards over the top rope, landing gracefully in the ring. Meanwhile Kennedy makes her way to the far corner, turning her nose up in disgust at the ringside fans as she turns her back on them, leaning back into the turnbuckle to await the start of the match. JH: Interesting to see how Nadia plays into this contest. TM: Now why are you just gonna assume Nadia will play into it? Huh? JH: Because I've never seen Nadia just stand ringside and watch a match. Have you? TM: I don't recall ever seeing her at ringside, to be honest. The house lights fade and are replaced with blue and white strobes. A crash symbol echoes over the arena followed by raging guitar chords that send the crowd into a frenzy. “Downfall” bangs it's way through the arena speakers, the strobe lights bouncing around the crowd before focusing into a solid spotlight on Dante as he steps out onto the stage. MA: And the opponent! Introducing from Los Angeles, California. He weighs in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds… DAAAAAANNNNNTAAAAAAYYY COOOOOLLLLESSSSS!!!! JH: And here comes the man who was screwed by these two women. Last week Kennedy tried to spread some lies to Dante's girlfriend and everyone else, that Dante wants Kennedy. TM: You call it a lie, I call it the truth. Dante just did a good job covering his tracks after Kennedy turned him down. The light stays focused on Dante as he walks to the ring. Reaching the ring apron he walks to the corner then climbs the turnbuckle and throws his arm up to the roaring crowd. Dante hops into the ring and tosses his sunglasses into the hysteric mass of people then waits for the match to start. JH: You have to wonder how Dante feels about the two-on-one advantage here tonight. Maybe he's wishing he had asked Kailey Lane to accompany him out here. TM: I don't think Dante wants anything from Kailey and vice versa. Those two aren't looking to make friends. JH: So it would seem. And after what's happened in Kailey and Dante's lives, it's no wonder they're so untrusting these days. Dante stares across the ring, his eyes burning into the two ladies who occupy the ring with him. Richard Kelly asks Nadia to leave the ring, getting an annoying glare from the disobedient woman. Nadia continues her little pep talk with Kennedy, slapping her hands for luck and finally taking her leave from the ring. DING-DING JH: The bell sounds and it's time to get this thing on. TM: It's time for Kennedy to whoop Dante one more time! The two competitors circle one another in the standard start to a wrestling match. The next step is obviously a collar and elbow tie-up. Or, not. Dante moves in and Kennedy drops to the mat! She rolls from the ring, making sure Dante doesn't lay a hand on her! Dante isn't in the mood for games and immediately chases her to the outside! Kennedy takes off into a run around the ring, Dante giving chase! JH: What the hell? Now she won't even face him! TM: Well she's just a cute little girl! JH: No, she's not. She's a dangerous woman! Kennedy dives back into the ring, Dante right on her heels… Er, no! Dante immediately backs away from the apron as Kennedy stands, ready to pounce with a sneak attack. Dante waves a finger at Kennedy, who seems proud of that fact that she "scared back" the Hardcore Icon. Dante's eyes remain locked on the proud woman before him, only to snap to the side and stop a sneaky Nadia dead in her tracks! JH: Ah-ha! There it is. Nadia already trying to get involved into this match-up. TM: Technically, it hasn't started yet. So she isn't trying to get involved in the match. JH: Technically, the bell rang. The clock is running. RK yells through the ropes at Nadia, the Starlette retreating to her side of the ring, Dante's eyes never leaving the vixen until she's a safe distance away. Dante turns back to the ring and TAKES TWO BOOTS TO THE FACE FROM KENNEDY'S BASEBALL SLIDE, KNOCKING HIM INTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! JH: Kennedy taking advantage of the distraction by Nadia! That's what she's out here for! TM: Kennedy showing her brilliance and putting Dante right at our feet! JH: He's still standing! Kennedy quickly exits onto the apron and dives off-- GETTING CLOTHESLINED BY DANTE IN MID-AIR! Kennedy lands on the back of her neck, immediately taking a fetal position. Dante just stares down at her former friend, his nostrils flaring as the crowd go crazy for Dante's first major offense! JH: Did you see the velocity of that clothesline! That was fueled by raw anger, using Kennedy's own momentum against her! TM: HE CLOTHESLINED A WOMAN!!! JH: All the same here on TNT, Thomas. TM: I feel like I should make a bedroom comment… but I won't. Once again, Nadia begins creeping her way over to the scene. However this time Dante steps over Kennedy's fallen form, chasing Nadia off by himself! RK jumps through the ropes, holding Dante back as best he can! Dante: Keep her back! I'll slap that bitch too! TM: WHA?! Did you hear him?! JH: I did, indeed. And Dante has no microphone. Dante makes his way back over to Kennedy, peeling her off the mats before popping a forearm off the side of her face! He follows it up by grabbing her wrist and WHIPPING HER BACK-FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!! RK immediately reprimands Dante for whatever reason. Since refs don't DQ for that… I don't really know why. Dante doesn't want to hear it and just throws Kennedy back inside the ring, following in after her. TM: I cannot believe he just threw Kennedy into those ring steps! And Richard Kelly didn't even disqualify him! JH: Dante isn't messing around tonight, Thomas. He's treating Kennedy like he would any other individual in that ring! Kennedy climbs to her feet, hand on her back. She fully stands, backing up just a step before feeling a manly form behind her (not that part… or maybe, who knows but Dante and Kennedy?). She immediately spins around, getting scooped up and SLAMMED on her back by Dante! Dante drags her back up, throwing her against the ropes and DRIVING a knee into her stomach! He grabs her wrist and fires her across the ropes! JH: Kennedy started off with the advantage but Dante has full control now. Kennedy seems off her game. TM: It's an unfair fight! JH: No more unfair than Kennedy's previous battles. Kennedy rebounds off the ropes and returns right into… A headscissors takedown on Dante! Dante flies across the ring, standing up into a dropkick that backs him into the corner! Kennedy rushes him, leaping onto his thighs and throwing him over with a monkey flip! Again, Dante doesn't stay down. Kennedy grabs his wrist, applying an arm wringer before DRIVING him back with a Side Russian Leg Sweep! Kennedy floats over into the first pin attempt of the match! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! KICK-OUT!!![/align] JH: You were saying? TM: Look at the incredible ability Kennedy has to just turn the tides in a heartbeat! She's that damn good, Jonathan! JH: Why does that sound vaguely familiar? TM: I think some guy who married into another wrestling family makes the entire roster say it so other people will believe it. Kennedy is back to her feet, a split second before Dante. She doesn't let up on Dante, running RIGHT INTO A BACK ELBOW that takes her down! Kennedy immediately checks her nose for blood while Dante gets a quick breath in from the fast exchange. He grabs a handful of Kennedy's hair and gets a right hand to the stomach from Kennedy! Another right hand! Kennedy continues to fight back! TM: Aim higher! That chubby gut's just absorbing the blows! Dante angrily shoves Kennedy's head between his legs (dirty old man!). Without hesitation he lifts Kennedy up onto his shoulders and GETS THROWN OVER WITH A HURRACANRANA!!! NO! SHE HOLDS ONTO DANTE'S LEGS!!! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! KENNEDY PICKS UP THE WIN!!![/align] JH: NOOO!!! TM: So close! Heh, yeah. He actually kicked out of the quick pinfall attempt. Both competitors spring back to their feet, Kennedy rush in yet again! Dante ducks and THROWS KENNEDY OVER THE TOP ROPE RIGHT ONTO NADIA!! JH: OH MY GOD! Kennedy went flying over the top rope and took out Nadia! Both ladies are down! TM: What the hell?! Nadia could be injured! JH: What about Kennedy? And Dante! What's he doing? TM: What the? Is he…? Dante is climbing to the top rope, facing away from the lady pile at ringside. He glances back as the two women are pulling themselves back up and then backflips off the turnbuckle! Through flashes of bulbs and a huge simultaneous intake of breath from the entire area… we see Kennedy and Nadia shove one another out of the way as Dante CRASHES OVER THE STEEL BARRICADE!!! JH: GOOD GOD! DANTE TOOK A DAMN CHANCE AND IT DIDN'T PAY OFF!! TM: HE IS AN IDIOT, JONATHAN! A CERTIFIABLE IDIOT! RK bolts from the ring, checking on Dante to make sure he's still alive after the missed moonsault. Apparently he's still breathing as RK heads back into the ring, starting up his count. 1 2 3 Kennedy and Nadia are in stunned disbelief. Either concerned for Dante, or seeing their own lives flash before their eyes. I'm guessing the latter. Finally Kennedy pushes herself upright, kicking at the back of Dante's head as he's precariously hanging over the barricade. 4 5 6 Kennedy recognizes the count and rolls in under the bottom rope. The reason she's gone in so early? Easy. She turns RK around, arguing with him over something, making sure RK's back is to Dante as Nadia moves in! The vicious vixen kicks away at the back of Dante's head before peeling him off the barricade, letting him drop to the mats. JH: Ref! Turn around! There's a mugging behind you! Dante groans out as he tries to get to his feet, only to get SMACKED in the face with a soccer kick from Nadia! She isn't done yet though. The Black Widow heaves the man up with all the strength left in her and DROPS HIM WITH A DDT ON THE OUTSIDE! She quickly scrambles away before RK can get a view of the action. JH: What the hell was that? How can you call that fair? TM: Call what fair? JH: Nadia assaulting Dante on the outside! TM: Huh?! I dunno, I was watching Kennedy. Finally freed from Kennedy's complaints, RK returns his attention to Dante, who's still laid at ringside. He's not stupid. He realizes Dante's in a different position when he turned and is now looking around for Nadia, who's innocently on the opposite side of the ring, giving the ref a polite wave. 7 8 9 10 Dante just lays at ringside, glazed over look in his eyes as RK continues his 20-count. Kennedy giddily counts with the ref, feeling the victory in her grasp. 11 12 13 Kennedy takes a seat in the corner, leaned back in the turnbuckle, buffing her nails on her shirt. Nadia sits up on the apron, legs crossed, having chit-chat with her BFF. All the while, RK continues to count out the victimized Dante. 14 15 16 JH: It can't end like this! Don't tell me Nadia and Kennedy are gonna screw Dante over one more time! TM: He wishes! JH: Enough with the damn innuendos! I'm tired of hearing them! TM: I'm not! Deal with it! Kennedy halts her little chit-chat, becoming aware that RK has ceased counting. Not only that, but the crowd is now cheering. Looking over, Kennedy sees a caramel-complexed hand on the apron, quickly followed by Dante's head popping into view. Glazed look still in the man's eyes, he rolls himself back into the ring on the 16-count! JH: Yes! Dante isn't done yet! TM: Good as. He probably doesn't even know where he is! Kennedy's gonna own him! Kennedy springs back to her feet as Nadia leaps off the apron! Kennedy rushes in, but Dante raises up and TAKES HER DOWN WITH A HARD SPEAR THAT TAKES BOTH OF THEM OUT! The crowd goes crazy as both competitors are laid out in the ring! RK quickly checks them before starting a new count… a count of 10! ONE! TWO! THREE! TM: What?! Why even bother with the move if you can't capitalize? JH: Bought himself some time, Thomas. TM: Time to get counted out! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Suddenly Dante NIPS UP TO HIS FEET! The crowd go crazy as he stands over Kennedy, kicking her arm in at her side! He takes off to the ropes, rebounds, leaps over Kennedy's form, hit’s the second set of ropes and DRIVES THE POINT OF HIS ELBOW INTO KENNEDY'S CHEST UPON RETURN!! Without hesitation, he immediately makes the cover! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! FOUR!!!! FIVE!!!!! HUH?![/align] Yeah, that's how long Kennedy's down but there's no count from the referee! Dante looks over to see Nadia up on the apron, with RK completely distracted by her. Dante jolts to his feet, shoves RK aside and SMACKS NADIA OFF THE APRON WITH A RIGHT HAND! Dante points down at her, talking some trash that likely includes the B word once again. JH: Dante, disposing of Nadia! It's about time! TM: I can't believe he just struck Nadia! He's gonna pay for that, you know! What if she can't make another movie? JH: Public service. TM: Heeeyyy! Dante goes back to his business, dragging Kennedy up to her feet and roughly applying a standing headscissors! The crowd go crazy one more time, knowing what's coming next. He drags Kennedy up onto his shoulders, spins around and SLAMS HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A POWERBOMB! Dante covers one again… or no he doesn't. JH: Dante with a Fall From Grace to Kennedy! You know it has to feel good to do that! TM: A Fall From Grace but no pinfall! JH: No pinfall… no referee. TM: Dante is an idiot! I said it before, I'll say it again! Dante seems to have forgotten the fragile nature of the FIW officials. RK is in the corner, laid out from the earlier shoving. Seems he lost his footing in the shove and is now rendered unconscious. Dante walks over to him, grabs him by the back of his pants and drags him over to Kennedy. He makes the cover and slaps the face of RK… who isn't feeling a thing. Dante shrugs his shoulders and grabs RK's hand and counts himself! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NO!!!!![/align] Nadia DROPS an elbow across the back of Dante's neck! Angered, Dante climbs to his feet, getting booted in the stomach and locked up in a front face lock! With a growl, Dante SHOVES NADIA OFF HIM! She rebounds off the ropes and KICKS DANTE BETWEEN THE LEGS! NO!! Dante grabs her foot. Nadia hops on one foot before MISSING AN ENZIGUIRI AND LANDING FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS! Dante kicks her out onto the walkway, talking smack the entire time! JH: That's twice Dante had this match won but Nadia saw to it he didn't! TM: Now, now! We don't know for sure he would've won! JH: I think we do! At least Dante got rid of her. Dante turns his attention back to Kennedy, who's finally climbing back to her feet, dazed and confused. She stumbles backwards, right into Dante's awaiting arms! He locks in a sleeper hold around Kennedy, causing her to spring to life! To no avail she attempts to get away from Dante. But Nadia's back up! Holding onto the top rope, Nadia CRACKS Dante upside the back of the head with a high roundhouse kick! JH: Hey! TM: Hello! JH: Not you! Nadia… AGAIN! Kennedy is freed from the hold, stumbling free from Dante. She spins around, booting Dante in the stomach and grabbing him in a front facelock. She swings her inside leg SPIKING DANTE VERTICALLY WITH A DDT! Nadia nods approvingly on the walkway before she's spun around! Nadia comes face to face with Kailey, suffering a right hand from the Tennessee Lady! Without hesitation, Nadia goes right back at Kailey. The girls exchange blows on the walkway! JH: It's Kailey! I guess she's seen enough of Nadia's interfering too! TM: She's not supposed to be out here! JH: And Nadia's not supposed to interfere! Meanwhile, in the ring, Kennedy is stalking Dante as RK is finally brought up to his feet. He spots Kailey and Nadia, immediately rushing to stop the outside brawl to no avail. Kennedy slaps her knee, prepping the crowd for what's to come as Dante begins to slowly recover from the DDT. He climbs to a knee… dun dun dun! Kennedy sprints at him, springs off his knee and CRACKS HIM UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH HER OWN KNEE!! TM: THE SHOT HEARD ROUND THE WOOOOORRRRRLLLLLDDDDD!!!!! JH: The Shining Wizard to Dante! Kennedy drops into the cover. RK finally gives up on the two brawling babes that aren't letting up, spotting the pinfall. He sprints back into the ring and makes the count! [align=center]ONE! TWO!! THREE!!![/align] TM: YYYYYEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!! JH: Dammit! MA: Here is your winner… KEEEENNNNNEEEEDDDYYYY!!!!! Kennedy leaps to her feet, hands raised in the air as 'Lies' plays over the speakers. It abruptly ends as Nadia and Kailey continue to go at it, becoming the focus of our attention. JH: Kennedy picks up the victory but Nadia and Kailey are still exchanging blows on the walkway! TM: Nadia's gonna make bumpkin wish she never brought that ass… JH: Hey! TM: …sparagus back to FIW! But Nadia doesn't. Instead she backs off "bumpkin", hands raised in the air. Kailey keeps her fists up, ready to go if Nadia so chooses. At least until she finds locks of her hair in Kennedy's hands, moments before she's pulled onto the back of her head! JH: UGH! Kennedy from behind, taking Kailey down by the hair! Kennedy grabs Kailey, dragging her back up holding her up before Nadia. Nadia talks some trash before SLAPPING Kailey across the face. Kennedy continues to hold Kailey's arms as Nadia rears back and CRACKS KAILEY IN THE FACE WITH A SHUFFLE SIDE KICK! Kailey crashes to the wooden walkway as Kennedy releases her! JH: Dammit! First the double team on Dante. Now once again on Kailey! TM: I told you! Dante didn't stand a chance, and neither does Kailey! JH: Yeah, well at Relentless things'll be different! It'll be two-on-two! TM: TWO Best friends versus two untrusting losers! They don't stand a chance, Jonathan! Kennedy and Nadia throws their arms around one another, backing up the walkway as they laugh at the unconscious Dante and Kailey laid before them. JH: Kennedy obviously has no qualms about putting her hands on Kailey Lane. I hope to God Kailey returns the favor at Relentless! And Dante… ugh! Poor Dante has been the victim in this since day one. He's gonna get his revenge. I guarantee that! TM: I hope your motto isn't satisfaction guaranteed. Because I guarantee the only ones who'll be satisfied at Relentless will be those two beautiful women still standing! [align=center]*Commercial Break*[/align] JH: Welcome back, ladies and gentleman. We've got a huge main-event to get to momentarily. But first, we'd like to talk to you about Relentless. Relentless comes to you live Sunday, October the 16th. It's a joint-production of TNT and Slam and it's only on Pay-Per-View! TM: And the card is stacked from top to bottom, Jonathan. I know we've said that before but that's because it always is! JH: Indeed. Starting off the night will be a match just announced, ladies and gentleman! [align=center] [/align]TM: Oh yeah! The Predator's gonna challenge for his first piece of gold since arriving here on TNT! JH: It will be the Predator Rick Proctor taking on the Ragin' Cajun Remy Barteaux! And look who's scheduled to be at ringside! TM: That difference maker... that HUGE difference maker in Carl Lucas. He and Rick might have bigger beef to settle than Rick and Remy! JH: Not to mention, April Lynn. TM: If Carlos Kane returns her like he promised! JH: That's true. I tell you, though. I don't know how good April will serve a ringside against someone like Carl. Especially with... this next match up... [align=center] [/align]TM: A Last Man Standing Street Fight, Jonathan! And it's not sanctioned! JH: Last Man Standing Street Fight was Carlos Kane's words. Sean James accepted the challenge but Madison Lee will not sanction it. There will be a referee. And he will simply count a laid out superstar to 10, nothing more nothing less! TM: Carlos Kane and Sean James have wanted to kill each other for some time now. Who could forget Carlos Kane's return at Dangerous Liaisons? JH: And this match, I reckon, will be twice as bad. TM: For Carlos Kane! [align=center] [/align]JH: And then, ladies and gentleman, you talk about Relentless. That's what Jim O'Brien vows to be when he meets Orion Oldriod for the Ultimate Endurance Championship! TM: Orion thought he put Jim on the shelf but he underestimated the Monster of TNT! JH: Jim was here tonight and he says he will be at Relentless, against doctor's orders! TM: And that spells bad news for Orion! [align=center] [/align]JH: And then, this one, folks. This one is personal. It was nearly a month ago when Kennedy turned her back on us, on the fans, and most importantly on Dante Coles! Dante has been nothing but cheated since this partnership with Kennedy and Nadia began. TM: Not to mention Kailey Lane! She returned, hoping to help get Kennedy away from Nadia but all Kailey got was forced to resign with Tuesday Night Throwdown! JH: Kailey Lane does NOT want to be here. But she's here and she will have her first match since May of 2004. It will be at Relentless in this tag team war. Dante Coles, teaming with Kailey Lane to take on this dastardly duo of Kennedy and Nadia Kassle! [align=center] [/align]JH: Then, folks, it's the main-event! You can have all the barbed wire matches you want. You can play with snakes. But you can't have the real rivalry that these two share. TM: A rivalry that's been on a slow boil pretty much since Swytch arrived here at Tuesday Night Throwdown over a year ago. JH: It's all over the Dual Crown Championship! The highest tier in FIW. Two of the most prestigous titles ever created. Maclay is the champion. TM: But Swytch is STILL in possession of Maclay's Spirit of Honor Championship! JH: Fifteen minutes of Spirit of Honor Rules, followed by fifteen minutes of barbedwire ropes! This is a deathmatch, folks! This is two adults having a war. Not children thinking up ways to torture themselves for no reason whatsoever. JH: Up next week have the Main Event. It's Chris Maclay versus Orion Oldriod, non-title. TM: It's the biggest test to date for Orion Oldriod since coming to TNT from...the other show. JH: Maclay has to play to his strengths, he's a brawler and a great one. If he does that then there's nobody better in the world. TM: I'll second that! JH: For Oldriod, he must be a technical wizard because that's where he has an advantage. TM: But they're very similar. Similar build, height, weight and that cocky demeanour! [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, a black TNT t-shirt and he has a lead pipe in his right hand. He stands in the centre of the staging, looking out at the capacity crowd before placing his hands on his hips leading to a subtle smirk on Orion's face. [align=center]ORION ORION ORION[/align] He heads across the entrance ramp and makes his way towards to the ring. Oldriod steps through the ropes into the ring and walks across to the opposite side of the squared circle where he stands in the centre of the ropes, raising his arms in the air to draw even more jeers and gold coloured fireworks shoot up from all four corners! The pyro dies down and he removes his t-shirt before tossing it aside. The music fades out and the lights return to normal as Michael Anderson prepares to make his announcement. MA: Introducing first, from the City of Angels...ORION OLDR- Orion snatches the microphone from Michael Anderson and paces around the ring with the lead pipe in his hand. Orion looks a little worried, his voice not the usual arrogant tone but one of concern. Orion: Jim O'Brien you come out here to the ring with your walking stick and you talk a lot of crap, about how you're not going to destroy me at Relentless. How you're not going to let TNT Management strip you of your title, you're scared and then you're not scared. You really should be though Jim because I'm not afraid. JH: I don't think Orion himself even believes that. Orion: I think you're confused Jim. All those painkillers and tablets you must be taking, they've damaged the grey matter in your head. The very same grey matter that will be splattered all over this ring should you actually show up at Relentless. TM: He's a tough man when Jim's not out here isn't he? Orion: I've always thought that you are a pretty intelligent man Jim, well, you used to be. You used to be able to pick your fights, make good business choices. Make a good decision at Relentless Jim, make a safe and a healthy decision. Stay home, send the belt in via Fedex or something and we'll have it presented to me in the centre of the ring. Do what's right for TNT and what's right for your career. Because Jim, I will. I'll send you back home where you belong! Orion passes the microphone back to Michael Anderson. He looks a little shaky, the full force of his words may have unsettled the Oracle. [align=center]The lights dim as A Perfect Circle‘s “Passive” hits the speakers. “Dead as dead can be, my doctor tells me But I just can’t believe him, ever the optimistic one I’m sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy” The crowd begin their jeering in anticipation of Maclay’s arrival, and it grows in volume as he steps out onto the stage, Dual Crown belts glinting in the lights as they rest upon his shoulders. He pauses for a moment to look around the arena, sneering at the fans as they let him know exactly how they feel about him. “Wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe Someday I will walk away and say, “You disappoint me,” Maybe you’re better off this way” The jeers intensify as Maclay’s dark master looms out of the shadows behind him, his hood covering the best part of his face as he ignores the crowd’s criticism. Both men make their way up the walkway, slow and deliberate like the song that plays them to the ring. As they reach the squared circle Maclay sits on the ropes and allows his sensei entry, before following him in and heading for the nearest corner, ascending it as the crowd jeer him on. He drops back down to the canvas and shares a few words with the old man, before Hiro heads to ringside and the champ moves his focus to his upcoming opponent.[/align] MA: And his opponent, he is the DUAL CROWN CHAMPION...CHRIS MACLAY!!!! Maclay and Oldriod walk towards each other. They listen to a few last moment instructions from assigned referee Tony Clarke. They then step back and begin to circle around each other, both have their hands out in wrestling combat stance as they start the feeling out process. Orion seems to have one eye looking past Chris Maclay at the entrance ramp and Maclay equally glances next to Orion into the crowd. They lock up and immediately Maclay goes on the offensive, arching his back as Orion bends his knees to gain leverage. Maclay forces Orion back to a corner and then releases the grapple. He smirks as he steps back away from Oldriod. JH: First blood to the Dual Crown Champion. TM: Maclay and Oldriod are extremely well matched, similar height and weight. Orion walks out of the corner and straight into a second tie up. This time Orion digs in deep to stop Maclay forcing him back. The Essex Beast snarls and Orion grits his teeth in response until Maclay shoves Orion to the mat! Oldriod stays down and rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. Orion places his hands on his hips and walks around the ring as Maclay impatiently waits in the centre of the ring. Oldriod takes his time, he's in no hurry before he heeds TC's warning and 'The Oracle' gets into the ring. They circle each other one more time before locking up, now Orion snaps it into a headlock. Maclay struggles but Oldriod takes him over in a headlock takedown. JH: Both men with agendas of their own tonight, I know for a fact that neither have really been concentrating on this contest. TM: They've got Relentless on the mind, Swytch and Jim O'Brien respectively...for very different reasons. Oldriod synches it in, grinding into Chris' head as Maclay fights against it. He reaches a huge Essex hand to pull back on Orion's dirty blond hair but Tony Clarke knocks his hand away. Maclay slams a forearm against Orion's back, causing Orion to howl in pain but he keeps hold of the headlock. Maclay pushes upwards, using his considerable strength to push Orion upwards even with him on his back. Orion tenaciously holds onto the headlock, refusing to let it go until Maclay again slams a forearm against his side. Orion winces and Maclay goes to well one more time with his forearm. The grip is slackened and Maclay runs him back to the ropes. He shoots Orion forward into the ropes and on his return, the former Slam! star is knocked down with a hard shoulder block! JH: You'd have to give the technical mat wrestling advantage to Orion Oldriod in this one. TM: But Maclay is a walking suplex machine! JH: Indeed when it comes to brawling and the suplexes Maclay has the advantage. Orion is dragged up to his feet and taken to the ropes. Maclay irish whips him across the ring and Oldiod bounces back off into Maclay's arms, Maclay lifts his remaining foot off the foor...CAPTURE SUPLEX!!!! Orion's body is sent careering into the mat and Maclay is quickly into a pin attempt! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] Maclay gets back up to his feet with a frown on his face. He places a hand on the top rope, watching Orion as he rolls over and begins to crawl to the ropes. Maclay pounces, pulling Oldriod to his feet. He whips him across the ring for a second time but Orion holds on to reverse...Maclay swiftly sweeps Orion off his feet with a lariat! TM: LLLAAARRRIIIUUUUTTTTT by the Dual Crown Champion! Maclay stands over Orion, he pokes him with the end of his toe before stomping down on his chest. Chris grabs Orion's hair and lifts him up before performing a second lariat! Oldriod looks like a yo-yo as he goes up and down. Oldriod starts to get back up, clutching his chest and gasping for air. Maclay pulls him the rest of the way before going behind and he kicks Orion's left leg from under him. Orion goes down to one knee and Maclay applies a DRAGON SLEEPER!!!! He locks it in tight and wraps his legs around Orion's waist before falling back to the mat! TM: Maclay calls it the Dragon Slayer! JH: It'll be the Oracle Slayer if Orion taps out! Orion quickly scrambles with his feet as much as he can to his left and he snags the bottom rope with his boot! Tony Clarke tries to break it up but Maclay holds on relentlessly. TC has to start a count... [align=center]1! 2! 3! 4! Maclay releases just in time![/align] TM: Maclay holds the submission on for as long as he possibly could! JH: He's been doing this a long time on TNT, he knows exactly how long he can push it for. As Maclay releases the Dragon Slayer, Orion rolls out of the ring for a second time without delay. He is coughing a little and this time Maclay follows him out. He catches up with Oldriod and drives his right hand against the kidney area! Orion reacts with pain and Maclay goes to his head, landing straight punches. Orion tries to walk away from Maclay but the DC follows him. He grabs his shoulder and spins him around, leading Orion to go to the gut. He sends a punch deep into the bread-basket to stall the powerful Maclay. Maclay's head is taken into the steel barricade before Orion headbutts the DC in the lower back. JH: And now Orion takes over, the man who will be taking on Jim O'Brien at Relentless for the Ultimate Endurance Championship. TM: We heard from Jim before, he looked very angry and very fired up. JH: It's a match that Orion does not want to have to fight, his paranoia has been evident all week long. Maclay comes back, he slashes Orion across the face with an overhand right worthy of knocking down a heavyweight boxer. Orion staggers back to the ring apron but Maclay isn't finished, he slams Orion's head into the announce desk as the Essex Beast is back in charge with a bang. Maclay grabs his arm, jerks him up off the ringside floor and sends Oldriod chest first into the barricade! Oldriod is then picked up and scooped all the way up above his head before being dropped down on the barricade top. Oldriod clutches his chest again but he's hardly got a moment to feel it before Maclay rolls him back under the bottom rope into the ring. JH: Our headliner for Relentless is of course the HUGE title match between Chris Maclay and his number one challenger, Swytch. TM: That's 15 minutes of SoH rules and a second 15 of Barbed Wire Ropes Deathmatch. Chris Maclay joins him and picks Orion up. He opens Oldriod up and then boots him down! Maclay watches as Orion rolls towards a corner, he waits as Orion uses the ropes to pull himself up before slamming a running knee deep into the gut of The Oracle. Orion doubles over seemingly winded and Maclay takes advantage with a SNAP SUPLEX!!!! The impact ripples through Orion's body and he looks very weak at the hands of the Dual Crown Champion. Maclay pulls Oldriod to his feet, he slowly cuts across his throat before slapping his thigh. He bends Orion back in a reverse DDT position ready for a Penultimate Cut! Maclay swings the leg over but Orion sneaks out! Maclay turns...ORACLE SMASH!!!! JH: Superkick! That might have knocked some teeth out! TM: But Orion isn't healthy enough to do anything about it! Thomas Moore is right on the money, Chris Maclay is down after the kick and so is Orion. Oldriod has taken the punishment dished out by Maclay and he's weakened. Tony Clarke checks on both men, he's happy they can both continue. Orion reaches out for the rope, he uses it to help him climb back up as Maclay is also stirring. Orion is first to his feet and he goes downstairs, landing a vicious kick to the right knee of Maclay! Maclay is kept down on the mat and instinctively Orion follows it up, stomping away at the joint. JH: The same attack, albeit with a lead pipe, that Orion used on Jim! TM: That has worked well for him in recent weeks, why wouldn't he use the same strategy? Orion drags Maclay's leg to the ropes, places his foot across the bottom rope before jumping on it. For a second time Orion places the foot on the bottom rope, bounces up from the rope and then sits on across knee with all his weight! Maclay edges away from the ropes using his arms, Oldriod is all over him. He pulls Maclay into a corner and stands him up, Maclay swings with a wild right hand that Oldriod dodges. He then wraps the right leg around the ropes but before wrenching on it he gives the entrance another quick glance. That's all the opportunity Maclay needs as he gets his fingers in Orion's face to rake at the eyes. JH: Maclay will do anything to get this one out of the way, he just wants to free himself up to think about Swytch. TM: Hold on! He's not just thinking about Swytch, he's formulating a plan to take him down surely in the first 15 minutes. JH: Chris Maclay is not paid by the hour, you can be sure that he wants to end the match early. Orion can hardly see and Maclay chops away at his chest. Orion is sent backwards scrambling across the ring and Maclay comes storming out of his corner like a caged animal released for the very first time. In his sights is his prey, a vulnerable animal ready to be slayed. Maclay though is caught with an uppercut, he stumbles back and Orion snapmares him over. He drops a quick leg across his chest before going down the body to the leg. Orion stomps on it some more, kicks down on the knee before pulling him up. Again Maclay is taken into a corner and Orion aims right for the knee as if it has a target printed on it. JH: We've already seen tonight, great action. TM: And we've found out more matches for Relentless! Hype versus Black Knight! Well, it's not really gonna be a match. JH: The returning Carlos Kane takes on Sean James in a unsanctioned contest full of personal revenge. Orion tries to twists Maclay's leg between the ropes but Maclay grabs him by the throat! Orion is forced back and then tossed into the corner! Maclay unloads with three successive stiff rights to the head leaving Oldriod groggy until Maclay drives his shoulder deep into the gut. Maclay steps back, he comes at Oldriod but Orion kicks him deep in the knee with the flat of his boot! Maclay grabs his knee and Orion goes behind him. Oldriod hammers Maclay in the kidney with a forearm blow before setting him up for a Russian legsweep but Maclay catches him with an elbow to the ribs. TM: Neither man getting a clear advantage here. Maclay whips Orion into the ropes and he bounces back off into a big snapping boot from Chris Maclay! Orion is down and Maclay leans in a corner, he waits as Orion starts to get back up before picking him up. He shoots Orion into the ropes...ROTATING SPINEBUSTER!!!! Maclay reaches into a cover and he hooks the near leg! TM: It's over! [align=center]1! 2! 3...NO! ORION GETS THE SHOULDER UP![/align] JH: How close was that???? Maclay pounds the mat in frustration and then grabs TC by the shirt. He shakes Tony Clarke but the referee can't change the result of Maclay's count. Maclay drops Clarke and grabs Orion by the hair. Orion is pulled up to his feet and Maclay parades him around the ring before dropping him with another stiff right hand to the temple. Maclay then drops a big elbow across the chest of Oldriod before kicking him out of the ring. Maclay drops through the ropes and the fight is on outside the ring as Orion delays an onrushing Essex Beast with a sharp kick to the gut. Orion quickly gets his hands around Maclay's body and knocks him into the ring apron. Maclay's chest takes the impact. JH: Once again taking this fight to the ringside area! TM: You'd think Maclay has the advantage out here but he doesn't right now. Oldriod slides into the ring and then runs against the ropes opposite as Maclay also slides into the ring. Orion goes for a clothesline, Maclay ducks it and connects with a knee to the gut. He whips Orion into the ropes again, Orion again finds Maclay with his head lowered! Oldriod goes for a kick to the shoulder but it has no effect! Maclay stands back up and waves his finger at Orion in defiance, Orion pleads with Maclay and LANDS A KICKED LOW BLOW!!!! Tony Clarke gives Orion his last warning, Orion though ignores it and turns his back on Clarke. TC gives up and checks on Maclay's condition. Meanwhile Orion goes into a corner to remove the top turnbuckle pad. He tosses it right into the lap of Jonathan Hitchen and goes to pick Maclay up with a smirk across his face. JH: What's this for huh? TM: Taking a shortcut as usual and using all the tools at his disposal! He grabs Maclay by the head and attempts to ram his head into the exposed turnbuckle bolt...Maclay blocks it! He fires back with shots to the chiselled stomach of Orion before whipping him into the turnbuckles opposite. Orion walks out into a SIDEWALK SLAM!!!! He looks around at the crowd before picking Orion off the canvas. He takes him back into the same corner and waffles Oldriod's head with hard back elbows. Orion is out on his feet and vulnerable to being taken out of the corner for another big boot to the face! Orion slumps to the mat, almost completely out of it. TM: This isn't going exactly to plan for Orion! JH: He wanted to out-wrestle Maclay, that much is clear but so far Maclay has been able to avoid that kind of situation. Maclay takes another moment to check around ringside for Swytch before returning his concentration to his opponent. Maclay scoops Orion up on his shoulder, looking for a snake eyes onto the exposed turnbuckle but Tony Clarke gets in the way. Clarke asks Chris not to use the bolt but Orion has no problems using it, he drops down off the shoulder and pushes Maclay INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!!!! Maclay's head cracks off the solid steel ring bolt and he stumbles back out of the corner! TM: Clarke got out of the way then didn't he? JH: He had to or he would have been squashed! Maclay drops to the canvas but not for long, he tries to get up and Orion is waiting...CHICKENWING JAWBREAKER!!!! Orion reaches an arm across Maclay for the cover! [align=center]1! 2! KICK OUT![/align] TM: Was that a slow count? JH: That was not slow, it was a perfect count! Oldriod crawls to Clarke and checks with him, he starts telling him how to make the count up to three but TNT Senior Ref still holds two fingers up in Orion's face. Maclay has started to get up, Orion then positions himself behind Maclay and starts tapping his foot! The crowd shout to warn Maclay and it works as he ducks away from the Oracle Smash! Orion's kicking leg goes over the top rope and crotches himself! Maclay then kicks him down from the ropes and Oldriod lands hard on the ringside floor! JH: Orion was tuning up the band! TM: You can't say that! That's gimmick infringement! We'll get sued! Orion is down but he manages to dig into his tights to pull out a pair of BRASS KNUX!!!! Orion places them on his hand and uses the apron to help him up. He re-enters the ring as Maclay is on his knees and goes to strike him...Tony Clarke grabs his arm! He looks at the brass knux and threatens to disqualify Orion if he uses them! JH: Where did they come from? TM: He must have got them out of his tights! Orion is delayed and Maclay grabs the opportunity, he lifts Orion up onto his shoulder again and he SNAKE EYES ORION ON THE EXPOSED BOLT!!!! JH: Can you feel that? Orion getting a taste of his own medicine! The crowd rise as Orion collapses onto the mat, Maclay then points down to the mat to signal that the end is not near, it's here! He picks Orion up by his hair and then lifts him up into a reverse facelock... JH: SPIN CYCLE!!!! Maclay has Oldriod primed and ready...ORION STRUGGLES!!!! HE PUSHES HIMSELF UP AND OVER MACLAY'S HEAD TO ESCAPE...ORACLE SLAM!!!! Orion crawls into a cover on the Dual Crown Champion! [align=center]1! 2! 3! NO! SHOULDER UP BY MACLAY AT THE LAST MOMENT POSSIBLE![/align] TM: That was DAMN close! JH: It was indeed! Orion can't believe it, he stands up with his hands on his hips as the Oracle is unhappy. He suddenly spins around, looking at the entrance as this would be a great time for a Jim O'Brien attack! Oldriod look around, the paranoia has set in as he prepares for a fight! Orion has his hands up ready to go but there's no appearance by anybody. TM: What is he doing now? JH: He's waiting for big Jim but I don't see no Jim! The Monster of TNT doesn't even have to show his fact to be renting space in that man's head. TM: He needs to get his focus back on Maclay! Orion starts to do just that, shaking it off he pulls the Essex Beast to his feet. ORION GOES FOR AN ARMBAR TAKEDOWN FOR HIS 'FITTING END' SUBMISSION BUT MACLAY YANKS HIS ARM OUT OF IT!!!! HE GRABS ORION'S HEAD, PULLS IT SO HIS BACK ARCHES AND LOCKS IN A DRAGON SLEEPER!!!! TM: Second time in this match the Dragon Sleeper has been applied! JH: First time Orion got his foot on the ropes remember! MACLAY DROPS TO THE CANVAS AND WRAPS HIS LEGS AROUND ORION'S BODY FOR HIS DRAGON SLAYER!!!! JH: It's locked in now! TM: And in the centre of the ring! ORION STRUGGLES, HE REACHES FOR THE ROPES WITH BOTH ARMS AND LEGS BUT HE'S TOO FAR AWAY!!!! THE HOLD IS TIGHTENING, THERE IS LITTLE AIR MAKING IT TO ORION'S LUNGS AS MACLAY WRENCHES BACK ON IT... [align=center]ORION TAPS OUT![/align] TM: THERE IT IS!!!! CHRIS MACLAY WINS BY SUBMISSION!!!! JH: The Dual Crown Champion has dismissed The Oracle and now he can truly concentrate on Swytch! MA: Here is your winner...CHRIS MACLAY!!!! Tony Clarke unties the hold and Maclay releases Orion grudgingly. Oldriod's face is scrunched up and frustrated! He punches the mat with his fist before crawling to the ropes. Orion drops to the outside, still upset. JH: I'll tell you why Orion's upset, it's because if Jim does show up at Relentless then one of the few ways Orion can lose his title shot is to submit! TM: That's not a good omen if you're called Orion Oldriod, no wonder he looks pissed! In the ring, Chris Maclay snatches his Global Heavyweight Championship belt from Tony Clarke but insists that TNT's Senior Official do the honours by raising his hand to the crowd. He taps his wrist and Clarke raises it for him, the referee raising one arm and the GHC hanging from the other. Maclay accepts the jeers from all sides of the ring before finally stopping at the side of the ring facing the entrance. TM: Is that who I think it is? JH: IT'S SWYTCH!!!! The warpainted face of Maclay is stern as he looks across the entrance ramp to see his Relentless opponent watching him. Maclay holds the Global Heavyweight title up and points to the Spirit of Honour title currently resting on Swytch's shoulder. Swytch also raises the title in his possession up, the final image of TNT is of these two warriors with a title each holding them up for all to see what's it's about at Relentless! TM: That's the last action of the show! JH: Don't you dare miss Relentless! [align=center]-= © FIW. The Best damn E-Fed. PERIOD =-[/align] |
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Quick Results: Max Corona def. Tamasaburo Sada via pinfall Rick Proctor def. Carl Lucas via submission Kennedy def. Dante Coles via pinfall after Nadia Kassle interference Chris Maclay def. Orion Oldriod via sumbission |
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